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#17: From the Era of Ghost & Breathe Ft. The Black Poet

10/6/2021

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Be careful who you give your heart to.
They’ll let you breathe, and steal your 
breath without you even knowing. Vanish
and then leave you to roam as a ghost while
they live a love life with the breath they stole 
from you.


You awaken every ghost in my 
soul. You stand in my doorway 
asking me to let you breathe 
into me again, you bring out 
the moans in my body. I remember
you walking away and not even
leaving flowers.

I guess you couldn’t stay away like
you thought. I haunt you each time 
you try to get further back. I drag you 
deeper into the further you have only 
time for one reaction.

The faster you ghost me. The slower 
I breathe & the slower I breathe the 
faster my ghost comes to life and 
looking for the knife in the night that 
gave me the hardest heart attack. You 
just left me to ghost and breathe.

I guess I wasn't able to resist this
faint past life like I thought. You almost
bring me back to life, the further I
try to pull away you pull me back 
into a further fantasy. I try to breathe
and you stop me.

The tighter you hold me, the stronger
I release the ghost you created inside me. 
The longer the embrace the faster the
ghost inside me reacts. It rushes to my mind. 
Because I remember how you just left me 
to ghost and breathe.

The closer it comes to grabbing the knife it 
comes closer to grabbing that eternity. The 
closer I come to breathing is the closer I come 
to my ghost resurrection & in the same instance 
I come to my revenge. 

Love stories can shift quickly, start off as 
beautiful romantic poetics, then in one 
breath flow to the strings of blackest 
poetry. Sometimes you just have to 
feel the Ghost and just Breathe. 
Then ask yourself was it love or 
just lust? Then question the moment
you seek closure do you see an end 
in letting go or do you see yourself 
holding onto revenge? 

~The Black Poet


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#16: Drift

6/6/2021

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When I let my mind drift

I find myself waiting in question
Find myself searching for the me
in question. I find myself waking up
in the daydream and taking it by
the seams. Creating a reality, using
a type of creativity I thought I had 
lost when I healed. 

As I let my mind drift.

I could see that I was too busy trying
to find a reason to be broken because
I had convinced myself that I was more
productive when I was in that state of 
mind. I was more creative broken, I was 
more less awakened in the mindset of forgetting.
Forgetting that the pain was supposed
to eventually fade, but I let it shape, let it
take the form of my coveted creativity. 

As I let my mind drift. 

Back to the areas of my creativity
discovering that I never lost it. I just
had to find away to process this new
found sense of reality. Realizing I
didn’t know how to be accustomed to this
new happy, this new sense of I’m
grown up. 

The moment I let my mind drift.

I unearthed the real progression that
came with all my confessions.

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#15

6/3/2021

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Used to losing my way, but I’ve never been this 
close to falling from grace. Each conflict I’m trying
to prove to others, prove to myself who I am. Had heart
to hearts with myself, but I still have that insecurity 
of not wanting to be looked at like I couldn’t
do this on my own. Like I couldn’t make life my own. 

I crawl away and repeat

What am I doing? Almost 10 years later what am I
trying to prove? Who the hell am I trying to prove it 
to? Where am I going this time? What does God 
still have in store for me? What else has life got 
to throw at me? 

Is this the side effects of placing that curtain on the 
mirror? Walking away from the antidotes and just
choosing to get high off of old quotes. I still haven’t
learned to turn to anyone, I candle my life, I control
this flame, but I feel it going out. I guess it’s just time 
for me to fight these side effects again. 

I took to the mirror, whispered reflection and I was
shown someone who still doesn’t know what they want? 
A heart that is still steady, but closer to an edge of 
never believing. Asking them self how will they fall
this time and will this be the time they finally lose 
sight of grace, just to prove the reflection wrong. 

Asking...

Mirror, Mirror on the wall how hard will I fall?
What am I doing? God am I on the right path?
What am I trying to prove? Who the hell am I 
trying to prove it to? Is the fall from grace really
the true ending to my story? 

Is this the side effects of placing that curtain on the 
Mirror? Do I really have the strength to try this again?
Do I really have what it takes to make my mark? As I fall 
down everything just freezes. My eyes open...

I stand up, face myself clear my mind, finally realize that, 
when I fall down the only eyes that are looking are mine 
seemingly dead in the reflection, but clearly still
alive. These side effects got me all a wreck, but when 
I breathe, I can see. Realize that the story is only done
when I say it is.

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#14: The Art In It All

5/2/2021

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I really had to fall, to see the art in it all. 
The pain that was painted into beauty.
The heartbreak that was sung into a reviving
yet haunting melody. 

I wish I didn’t have to fall to see the art in this 
life, in what we call a dream where we say 
everyone can make it if they just try, but we 
forget that we can wake up to reality and some 
unexpected transition to just sleep, to fall asleep 
in the last dream.

I really had to stand to see the art in it all.
The moments that were written into memories.
The love that was recorded into breathtaking
endings. I really had to stand to see the art in
it all, to the see the art in this life we call a dream
but some putting the dream aside to just see the
art in the memories. Sometimes the dream is 
enough, sometimes reality is enough when 
you see the art in it all. 

The art in the pain we remember as beauty.
The art in the heartbreak we sing when 
we need some rain from the soul to hit the
heart just right, to hit the mind just right.

The art in the moments we write down when
we need an escape. The art in the love, we
replay that ending that makes us smile when
we’re not paying attention. 

Stand or fall, eventually you will see…

The Art in it All.

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#13: Yesterday I was Strong, but today I'm Stronger...

3/25/2021

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Thought I was done, finished and 
worn out. Didn’t have any new reason
to fight. I tried to make things right
instead of learning from this and moving
and realizing that I’m a different person
than I was yesterday. I know what I want,
I know what I need, I know what I needed 
to see. I learned who I am now and that...

I’m so much stronger than yesterday.
I’m so much wiser than yesterday.
I’m more ambitious than yesterday, as
I look at tomorrow with no sorrows 
or regrets, I don’t want to forget the past
it made me who I am. Stronger than I was
yesterday. 

Brave for today and every new sunlight 
to rise and every moonlight to set and 
express that I am so much stronger than 
yesterday. 

I used to pass by the mirror and feel like
I was nothing like I was wasting my time.
I couldn’t see anything else but me trying 
to be happy when I was clearly breaking and 
I was taking shots to make the pain disappear.
I saw a reflection and no chance of finding 
the right direction until I realized that it 
was right in front of me.  

I’m so much stronger than yesterday.
I’m so much wiser than yesterday.
I’m more ambitious than yesterday, as
I look at tomorrow with no sorrows 
or regrets, I don’t want to forget the past
it made me who I am. 

Waves of pressure make me into the indestructible 
steel, made all of the pain worth it, and that me 
being here was real. I was who I am today which
was stronger than I was yesterday.

Yesterday is gone, but the lessons are
here to stay. Letting me know who I 
am today and that I’m stronger than yesterday.
That I’m better than yesterday, I’m new a
person today. Living like steel that won’t break, 
living like a fire that can’t go out, living like a 
waterfall that is stronger for the rest of its days. 
I’m stronger than yesterday.

So much stronger than yesterday.

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#12: Key to Full Circle

3/20/2021

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I find myself alone at night. 

Nothing in my view but the stars. I feel the weight just 
drop off but in my room, I sit alone sometimes thinking 
I’m too far gone. People right outside, yet I feel like I 
can’t talk to anyone. Sometimes I don’t know what to 
do, I look in the mirror only to tell myself I have to be 
strong because there is...

No room to break, no room to lose it, no room to face the 
pain, to tell myself the truth when I look in the mirror
so I let it all out in a new entry of...

Poetry

Poetry is my key for crying with no one seeing.
Poetry is my key for breaking with me keeping my
outside so beautifully woven together. Poetry is my key
to the truth, I never have the courage to say. Poetry
is my key to open up while still keeping it all on the 
inside. Poetry is my key to smiling when I can’t 
get one together on the spot.

When the words won’t come full circle. Poetry is my key 
to keep it all in, to let it out. To express myself I write a 
new entry of poetry.

Face to face with myself. 

The darkness looming over me. The hell in the back of my 
mind. I don’t want to cry, I don’t want to break in front of 
crowds then lie saying I’m tired. When in reality I’m lost 
in the pain. I don’t want to face the truth, the pain, the hell 
as it all comes full circle. I find myself once again alone in 
my room crying saying…

No room to break, no room to lose it, no room to face the 
pain, to tell myself the truth when I look in the mirror
so I let it all out in a new entry of…

Poetry

Poetry is my key for crying with no one seeing.
Poetry is my key for breaking with me keeping my
outside so beautifully woven together. Poetry is my key
to the truth, I never have the courage to say. Poetry
is my key to open up while still keeping it all on the 
inside. Poetry is my key to smiling when I can’t 
get one together on the spot.

When the words won’t come full circle. Poetry is my key 
to keep it all in, to let it out. To express myself I write a 
new entry of poetry.

My words can be a peaceful lesson or just another chapter
of my black poetry. No matter the meaning behind the words 
it’s my way to live, to break, to breathe when the words won’t 
come full circle, but a place where I can come full circle. Poetry 
is my key to let it all out, the key to keep it all in.

I come full circle in poetry.


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#11

2/14/2021

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A lover is supposed to make the dreams
come true. A true lover is supposed to make 
you come to the conclusion that love is breathtaking
come to the conclusion that love is like a dream 
that transcends reality. Bring you back from the 
lust of a twisted passionate fulfilled nightmare. 

Get your pulse in the vibe, feel the tide of the
moonlight, need a lover just let me know we’ll
ride the flow. Break boundaries of reality create 
an unparalleled reality. 

If you need a lover, just let me know.
I’ll take you to the moonlight, reach a point
where we explore the galaxy through pure
ecstasy. We’ll put the vibe out and whatever
journey comes we’ll explore together. 

Just let me know if you need a Lover.

Just a one night cover to a lover of fantasy to a 
new reality need a lover just let me know. I’ll take 
you to the moonlight shores of a new breathtaking 
reality. We peak, but we lose nothing and 
only gain pure fourth wall breaking romance. 

Let your passion unleash, you’ve never had a soul
like this. You’ve never had a mind this complex, yet
when it comes to pleasures so simple. Never had 
a heart with a passionate yet primal urge. Allowing you
to slip back and forth into the vibe and the pure pulse. 
Breathe in and out of the dream, wake up the reality 
shaped by the pure natural passion.

If you need a lover just let me know.  

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#10

1/20/2021

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It was 2017 when the story began
collapsing, but it was 2020 when a
new chapter was beginning. All my skin
knew was stick and stones, all my
head told me was that I was alone. I walked 
away told my friends I have nothing left
else to say, let my family know I didn’t
wanna make a sound. 

I was content with being lost, it didn’t
cost me anything, but an honest reflection
in my story. That pain was nothing but 
stepping stones. My head told me I was 
alone, but my soul told me I just needed to 
take some time out. To really think about me. 
Told me it was okay to be lost, and slowly
I would find myself.  

This is my story, I was lost, but in
a sense of soul, I was found. I let it 
all go. 

It was the middle of 2018 when this chapter
reached its climax. I had put the pen down.
I lifted my head back up to take in the sunlight. 
Not let anyone tell me what was write for me.
Expressed me through something other than my
goals.

Told Peace to take a step back, and that I 
needed to come out. Come out and smile just a 
minute, breathe in the moonlight just for a little bit. 

I was happy to be lost, but I’m
grateful that I was found
I was happy to let it all go, but I was 
Optimistic to pull it all back in. 
I am grateful to have known Peace,
but I’m happy to finally know me. 
To start a new chapter embracing each
and every damn piece of me.

This is my story, I was lost, but in
a sense of soul, I was found. I let it 
all go. 

I’m finally writing a new chapter, I’m
finally accepting that this is truly my
story. It all comes down to me and what
I believe, and I believe in me.

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#9: Happy NewYear

1/2/2021

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Another year has gone, another part of life coming to a close. 
A new cover is about to unfold, and life is about to get closer 
to a new unpredictable chapter.  Ready to accomplish new 
goals, ready to make more changes. Another battle won, but 
still getting ready to face the war. A new year, and another 
chance to do more, another chance to make another change. 
Another chance to make the mark.  

A New Year, and we’re going in with a head held high. 
Only been getting stronger, resolutions makes our 
evolution to become someone we can look at in the mirror. 
Deep in our souls, we know that we are ready for the world. 
A New Year, and we’re ready for anything. 

This year did not go without heartbreaks. This year did not go 
without a face full of tears. This year was full of challenges, though 
we accomplished them all. If we woke up on this day. This year was 
full of cost and some of us lost. Goodbyes to a lot of people we never 
thought we would have to say goodbye to so early. 

We don’t know what this new year will bring. But I know a lot of us will 
make it to this point again. Down the way, all I can is say good luck 
and pray even when it’s all down, even when it’s all said, I can only dream 
that it’s truly a new year  We can only pray for the best, and take on 
whatever life throws at us. 
 
A New Year, and we’re going in with a head held high. 
Only been getting stronger, resolutions makes our 
evolution to become someone we can look at in the mirror. 
Deep in our souls, we know that we are ready for the world. 
A New Year, and we’re ready for anything. 

I can’t say I have all the answers. I can’t say it will all be bright. 
You always got to expect new shades of darkness. With each new 
chapter, some days will always have a twisted turn but know it’s a 
chance to make a better you. I know what I am going to do.  
 
A New Year, and I’m going in with a head held high. 
Only been getting stronger, resolutions make my 
Evolution to become someone I can look in the mirror. 
Deep in my soul, I know I’m ready for the world. 
A New Year, I’m ready for anything. 
We’re ready for anything 

A New Year & We’re Ready.

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#7 & #8: Happy Holidays

12/18/2020

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December Ends

Hitting midnight on the 1st of an age-old 
December. One in green and one in red 
both alone found one another on the same
page where the rain never stops hitting. 
The winds blowing In all directions pushing 
them in each other’s stories. 

The amber sparks when they touch hands 
embrace without even thinking. A winter 
awakening neither thought was possible, but
the thought of what does this all mean when
the rain stops, and the spring peaks through?
They both thought about what happens when 

this December Ends? 

Green was always used to seeing crimson.
Everyone never asked them what they needed
to see some clear? Instead, their eyes always
faced into the winters rushing clear waves. But
when Green found Red it felt like everything 
Faded into the winter clear and all that was left
was a bed where they held hands.

As they laid there Green could not help but 
think what does this mean when midnight
hits on the 31st of a never imagined December? 
scared to close their eyes out of fear of imaging
that this moment will be but a dream when 

this December Ends?

Red always saw paper and silver followed 
by gold, but voices always in their ear, hands
always forcing a connection. Running into 
a cheating soul after another until Red retreats
into the dreams of Green. 

Red lifts their head and ask what do we do 
when December ends? Go separate ways to 
end the story and pretend it was nothing but a 
winter rained out memory. Tears from both
ends, as the chapters turn to another to the 
next page they both think what do they do when

this December Ends?

They start to pull away as the clocks get closer
to midnight. Both decide on what is right while
each know that this ending is wrong. Red leaves 
the page and Green stay on the same line. Red
pauses in the clear as the clock strikes a new 
Time, but then the rain clears and Green stands 
in the new clear. Both stand in the ending. They
both said as they embraced...

Even though this December Ends, the story only
begins...



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Last December 

I chose to be alone when the winter rain 
came pouring in, but I always got a knock
on the 24th December. A gift came wrapped
for the 25th of remembrance. I felt like the 
Winter was like my amber it burned me to keep
me to myself, though I knew it was you behind
the door, the gift it wasn’t until Last December 
I knew it were you...

Last December is all I need to remember 
that you were always there for me. When 
you put the lights up and around the tree. I 
could finally see that you were always there 
for me. I was murderously blind the winter’s end
because I thought that every December just 
had to be me. 


A one on me love style, no type of love story. 

Never thought in December I would be here
entangled in a love story. Thought it would end
when spring peeked through the winter rain. 
Though like the weather you were unpredictable. 
You stayed, kept me in, but always giving me 
a way to leave and be me. 


This December is all I needed to see that winters 
never have to be alone. When the lights go up
on the tree I don’t need to be alone to feel free.
I opened up early unlike the winter because I 
thought every December would only just be me. 

I remember, in came a winter awakening to
be honest...

Never got the snow, but I always felt the rain.
Free on cold December nights didn’t have to
find someone just to hold onto until December
ends. I always gave a gift to myself, any  
December I felt right nothing could come and
make me believe anyone else was needed. 


Behind that winter awakening was you, like 
the rain always there…

Last December is all I need to remember 
that you were always there for me. When 
you put the lights up and around the tree. I 
could finally see that you were always there 
for me. I was murderously blind by the winter’s 
rain because I thought that every December just 
had to be me. 


A one on me love style, no type of love story. 

Next December, may come faster than the last
but when I’m there it’ll feel like forever. Burning
like a winter amber. Last December was all I needed
to remember that it was always you. This December 
was I needed to see that winters never have to be
alone...





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