Thursday, January 24, 2013

Race Lies

Words with friends
words with.. self
from self
true
bold
& brave
greivances
from the soul
of our
grave
turning
easy
hiding quietly
grace filled riots
dance inside of me
quiet storm
warnless
& warrantless
happlessness
disguised in
blessed forgetfulness
sea surges
urchin splurges
like claw hands
on Christmas
reached with prayer
stunting grace
ambiguity drowns
another unsung face
again
& again
searching for bumpers
in this soulless
race
searching for a finish line
to take our place.

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