[tabby title="Poem"] unspoken seeds in a concrete jungle of jumbled, words fail to pave, way for neoligism neo-wordism on white sown in on black ripped crumbled via post moterm analysis rolled up ciggies spit now, or forever be silenced skryf...

[tabby title="Poem"]Thomas Sankara died for ideas which still live on today, tomorrow red carpets for red berets which can not stand upright weighed down by tender bellies made from Egypt, France and others punching the air screaming I will take...

[tabby title="Poem"] Door faced down we all started out in this room called a womb pear-shaped Door faced up we all going to end up in this room called a tomb square-shaped inbetween that is what you and I would...