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Afraid of No Man

Nov 8, 2004, 10:28:37 AM by ~tofog
Literature / Poetry / Urban / Spoken Word

She asked me how I could not be afraid of the black man
When the black man mugged me
And I said to her

I am not afraid of the black man
The white man raped me
And I am not afraid of the white man
The white man made me
I am afraid of no man
I am afraid of the drug
I said to her
I am afraid of the drug

We were all born equal
We were
In this world, born human
And I choose to believe in Locke
With his blank slate
His Tabula Rasa
And I choose to believe in Mencius
That we are all that emperor
Born good
Born good
Born equal
I said to her
Born good

I am not afraid of the black man
I am not afraid of the white man
I am afraid of no man
I said to her
I am afraid of the drug

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Absolution See, I thought you died when the caps were thrown,
white and garnet gowns to the ground like a picnic blanket
on a basketball court.
You in the bleachers, your mind on another thing—
the ripples down below.
There's no wind in a Convention Hall.

That was eight years' past.
More caps have been thrown since, but you wouldn't have known
as you were dead in the first place.
So when you didn't show, there were no tears shed.
It was at the old Yankees' Stadium the year it was torn down.
I'd reserved you a ticket in the handicapped seats.
As it was, there's no handicap for death.

So when you slumped in your chair at work,
myAbsolution by ~tofog

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Oyster This swell inside—
It is not my heart filling with love for you
That swell is gone. And in its place
There is a bastard swell—
Betrayal.

It came at once—
It struck like an atomic bomb within
It knocked my lungs square of their wind
The effects are monumental—
Irreconcilable attack.

And it consumes—
It is a gas leak now and spreads to outer limbs
It reaches pelvic bone and owes to touch
That ancient swell of rising flesh—
Our sex is dead.

It leaves me hollow—
That bastard swell inside, I pride it took all it could Oyster by ~tofog

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On the F Train Without You I’ve started this poem before---
The F train departing just as I arrive
But such ease to swell, another behind
To bring me to you.
Though now you are gone. This train goes elsewhere.

A single clue left to be had on this puzzle,
And only your realm—
I know not a Christian of Egypt
Or the temperature of desert sand.
Though you do. This crossword will lie incomplete.

Your stops are all nameless illusions.
There once had been choices
And now there’s just time.
I’m heading towards Brooklyn without you.
The little things always consume.On the F Train Without You by ~tofog

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3:5 I do not recognize this grey.
Above, it is the wide expanse,
Below, some absent shadow.
Or nearly absent: wilt.

To see, this grey is stratus.
To believe, Ecclesiastes
gathering stones en masse.
We could never handle such hope.

You cast them beyond distance.
Near absence locks all tools in limbo,
Measurements recess,
And my perception is selective.

“It is just an overcast sky.”
That is vanity, façade.
It is the change in season
And no wall eliminates

Growth.3:5 by ~tofog

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I, and the boy who has fallen
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I couldn’t bear to wake him either time,
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and I find his closeness discomforting.
But we are both awake now
and he has righted himself.
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August 14, 2010

Aug 24, 2010, 7:24:50 PM by ~tofog
Journals / Personal

So the last time I wrote in this journal, I posted, "Can't you see that I'm in love?"

Well, as it turns out, that love was all I needed in life.

And on August 14, 2010 I married that love of mine.

And I've never felt more fulfilled

Never felt more blessed

Never felt so

Right.

So perfectly happy. My vows were a poem-- and, I will be writing again soon...

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Interests: music, writing, drawring, acting, reading, exploring, observing, loving
Favourite band or musician: Van Morrison, Jackson Browne, CocoRosie
Favourite genre of music: love love love
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Wallpaper of choice: George Costanza
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Favourite cartoon character: The miniature elephant who I've captured forever in my skin.
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*b1gfan May 17, 2008 Student Writer

Good stuff in your gallery...I'm glad I stopped by.

I think I will again.

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c(")(").....

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!MeNTaLPSyCHo Feb 15, 2008

hi

you write interesting works ! keep it up

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~FreeSpiritPhotograph Dec 13, 2007

Hi, thank you =]. I'm looking forward to looking through some more of your writing.

~MacabreMagpie Oct 28, 2007

thank you for the watch
are you on icq?

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C.M.

~MacabreMagpie Oct 27, 2007

Hmm well I want to write a play. I want it to be a bout real people and real life. I want it to be a bout a boy and a girl, I want time to be from different worlds. I want them to talk about everything?

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Spiders, Strings & Sand.
C.M.

~wee----man Aug 25, 2007

kwl gallery

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~kuru93 Aug 19, 2007 Photographer

thank you

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`WineWriter Aug 12, 2007

Congrats on the DD!!

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~theAnti-Bambie Aug 12, 2007

beautiful poetry! i love the voice you have!

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