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portroyalpress
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Jamaican born Pirate Captain... with a pen, paper and poems. Priest of Perelandro. Bitcoin Benefactor.
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2017-07-03 02:35
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portroyalpress
poetry
2017-07-25 17:33
1.7.16
Dissociation. That’s the word I needed when I was trying to describe the feeling, mistaken for inner peace when I must pay my daily due. Head down, keep moving, that’s how I get through. The only reason
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portroyalpress
poetry
2017-07-25 17:02
1.6.16
If there is no such thing as right and wrong, then why are people always crowing songs about their rights and the wrongs that shouldn’t be? It seems scary to me because if wrongs and rights aren’t a part
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portroyalpress
poetry
2017-07-25 12:59
1.5.16 #3
It’s time for poem #2, but it’ll be short as pizza is due, yes, another one of those as I’m tired of heating cold food. As if I do it much anyway, cooking for one is so lame, who wants to spend an hour
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portroyalpress
poetry
2017-07-25 12:22
1.5.16 #2
Is this what they call inner peace? It feels more like resignation to me. Yet it’s odd how the two feel the same, as if peace by any other name… or something like that, as it becomes clear fact that peace
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portroyalpress
poetry
2017-07-25 03:59
1.4.16
Happy New Year! Or something to that effect, it’s kind of like a birthday, “Feel any different yet?” Of course the answer is, “No, not really.” But we still say the words mostly faux giddy. The leftovers
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portroyalpress
poetry
2017-07-25 02:22
9.18.14
Writing before bed to unfold the thoughts in my head. I am a Supreme Being. Yup, I said it. Call me a smart ass but for my ass, too much credit. I fiend for excellence, passion like pestilence, wide and
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portroyalpress
poetry
2017-07-24 16:00
9.10.14
My unseen dreams are calling me, but the stream calls to me still. My body winds down oblivious to fingers single willed. There’s a cut on my ring finger, the one on the right, it’s slight, but the pain
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portroyalpress
poetry
2017-07-24 15:45
9.7.14
I didn’t have a choice when first called from the void. No rhyme nor reason, just chance and circumstance. I sought solace in the myriad diversions of life, fell prey to trickle truths, opaque omissions,
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portroyalpress
poetry
2017-07-24 10:29
12.29.15 #3
You said you wanted to read the things I write, so I’m going to take that as an invite to push you down the rabbit hole of my mind. You know, I think about you sometimes, in a black tank and booty shorts
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portroyalpress
poetry
2017-07-24 10:17
12.29.15 #2
As my mind is constantly pacing, so the feet of my inner child are constantly racing. The fear of something, never unmasked, has taken up residence like a forgotten task whose absence remains unknown until
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portroyalpress
poetry
2017-07-24 04:19
12.29.15
Trekking through the snow ceaselessly, nowhere to go when surrounded by a horizon all white, seamlessly holding up the sky. Railroad lullabies for the despondent, the first response unit to the scene of
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portroyalpress
poetry
2017-07-24 03:28
12.28.15
I don’t get how people do this, amidst circumstances that I don’t have the fists for as I would need all of yours. Is this my compulsion to politics? Even as I’m sure the CIA would kill me then blame it
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portroyalpress
poetry
2017-07-24 00:34
12.27.15
Listless, stillness, this cliche is deafening, striving to thrive the cycle is maddening. All to be alive the repetition is saddening as to rewind and watch would make no difference. Words from a place
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portroyalpress
poetry
2017-07-24 00:24
12.23.15
Finally! Christmas is here! Or, more importantly it’s the end of the year. That means peace for days more than three, and it isn’t even a long weekend! It’s sad that this is “lucky”, because this break
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portroyalpress
poetry
2017-07-24 00:07
12.22.15 #2
Artifacts of me, will that be my new label? A wink and nudge from my Holy Guardian Angel? Or another maybe destined to fail as procrastination inhales the wind from my sails until I slink away from what
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portroyalpress
poetry
2017-07-23 03:11
12.22.15
Today is the Solstice of Winter, and work was a madhouse, it put me through the ringer. As is often the case I’m awaiting my pizza dinner while meditating on how to make my paper grow bigger, so bitches
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portroyalpress
poetry
2017-07-23 01:19
12.21.15
Where do I thrust this excess? Before I explode with my next breath? This industry is killing me, slowly but surely. Why must I work twice as hard for half as much as those with a finer visage? My veneer
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portroyalpress
poetry
2017-07-22 09:24
12.20.15
Youngins on YouTube can rhyme better than most dudes. Who knew that just out of bronze shoes they could school you with enough wit to make you question what you do and want to be better. I’m talkin three
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portroyalpress
poetry
2017-07-18 16:24
12.18.15
You lent me a book. To you it was interesting to see what it’s like to be black like me. I hope you got a good glimpse by scratching the surface with your insight. Perhaps now you understand the latent
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portroyalpress
poetry
2017-07-18 01:06
12.15.15
In my mind’s eye I often dream of a reality of my own fashioning. Would it be a utopia? Something of the like. Could you rewrite human nature? To be honest, not quite. Though to bask in the light that
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