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Rudy Francisco + Amen Ra - "Sandlot" | All Def Poetry x Da Poetry Lounge

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I got a brand new cam, can we POV?

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Enticement

You were a desolate damsel mistaking disparities for doom; I was a gateway providing illustrated illumination.

You escaped into me like water into the atmosphere. You wanted to be held captive. You wanted to be used.

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Unfathomably I still belong to myself.

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Haiku 002

dead grass, dead leaf, grief; sleepless sheets, so neat, repeat ‘til escheat release.

— Gregory William Goodrich

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Haiku 001

the cypress swaying rooted in silence like me poor necessity

— Gregory William Goodrich

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The Art of Falling Apart

I.

I fell apart like spring on your doorstep I sat like a statue forgotten I sang of colors retracted, refracted, and reframed that were birds along the way a path like a gaudy dream mosaic kaleidoscopes rendering my tongue obsolete II.

a statue like a gaudy dream mosaic kaleidoscopes that were birds rendering my tongue obsolete like I fell apart along the way retracted, refracted, and reframed a path like spring I sang of colors I sat on your doorstep forgotten III.

mosaic kaliedoscopes forgotten rendering my tongue obsolete like spring I fell along the way like a path apart I sat a statue on your doorstep I sang of colors that were birds retracted, refracted, and reframed like a gaudy dream IV.

like a gaudy dream a path on your doorstep like spring that were birds forgotten retracted, refracted, and reframed along the way I sang of colors like a statue rendering my tongue obsolete mosaic kaleidoscopes I sat apart I fell

— Gregory William Goodrich

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She was coldhearted, nothing could effect the dreary existence she called life, nothing could change the way she was intent on everything. Her world was a poor lonely one which she elected for herself long ago. Pure bliss was meaningless and pointless circular actions performed on a day to day basis consumed and she would no longer look back. As the others found pleasure, she found herself performing dutiful desires for she too had become a fiend of her own destruction and she was long lost to the pleasures of the flesh and of course the center of all evil and horrible hopelessness.

Gregory William Goodrich