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keeping secrets, a note poem by martha cinader my pussy cat keeps secrets she’s my only true friend …
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The World as We Know is It We Know the World as the World as We Know We Know the World
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It was aggressive but it wasn’t against the Law It was egregious but there was legal precedence It was aggravating but being arbitrated It’s an attitude not an atroCity It’s attenuated not attainable It’s a crewing
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roost with a gun run from sunlight look for a fight forgot how to fly don’t want to know why pray they won’t be prey cry and wait cry and wait too late to cry and wait
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we be free do you see what i free not be you see i what free be me
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all for naught fraught with care don’t be where you knot belong
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i know i go i flow i see i free i me part of whole a soul
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he covers her cage with his rage, takes her song, tells her she’s wrong, weak, shouldn’t speak. she waits long for dawn.
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fresh with still-wet hair spit on my pubescent idea of fair, a wad on my head to add to my dread that he might lash out about a girl as wrong as a protest song
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what is tomorrow? does memory make me? can it break me? am i what was said? was i led to dread? what’s in my head?
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i gave a bug a hug she was here first custodian of the universe. i watered her tree, thanked her for visiting me. we’re friends to the end. it’s war out there. we have to take care…
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Every Word i never said because of dread lives in my jaw reading law books rings in my ears, gives me dirty looks, plays with fear i hold dear.
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a tiny, tiny fly flew by asked do i know how food grows or the cost when the war on insects is lost?
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go to my settings change my post type fix my code select my image click on my address save me
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the Sound Cop signals my brain rides the rails of a squealing train won’t stop
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Food Chain From my window i see hawks nesting high and ducks low. Soon, hawks will be busy feeding babies and only lucky duckies will grow.
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to question why i feel like i serve the computer in my life what is your attachment style to your phone
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to like a stick or a stone can break a bone. a like is a lick on a sugar stick, a tick in a basket of dreams deferred without a word.
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head lines happen daily people pay with paper to read paper convolution rape, retribution foot notes to evolution
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headlines if the tree never felled did any of it happen
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The Train Runs chugging dividends to the very end from its stack while cars fall from the track, doesn’t need water, never looks back or ahead, doesn’t see you, me or the dead.
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i sew a seam to a dream. wind whips my feelings flaps my flag. shedding tears, i’m still here with a hitch and a stitch.
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Cat’s Meow Ducks in a row. Chickens counted. ScapeGoat escaped. Dog my best friend.
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to walk blind, i couldn’t find the open door my mind wouldn’t leave couldn’t conceive more than meets the eye until i tried.
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to dis sew she ate crow know ledge to yous wings sew she sings jar ring rhymes
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Writing wiggly words in a woody world uncurling on pages from trees crossing the seas of our souls riding the rails of slavery telling tales of bravery you and me read We.
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to Rise like the sun bring energy where there was none have some fun before it’s done.
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to Free Leonard how can we be free when we stay apart hide inequality with lies cry crocodile tears for forty eight years?
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activity did doing about to still infinity me
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eventually i wake up with me i see what each kept close while threatening who i be i’m free
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in the dark Morning Bobo’s there. He barks at Deer, Fox, Coyote or Bear. When Sun rises he’ll see Me and wag his tail. We’ll walk together and see our breath in Air.
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alternative to Fungi and Flora had symbiotic interchange when People came. Flowers before pharmacies. They gave us Tradition.
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Everything Breaks it’s not me. but, simple is harder to destroy, and cheaper, and cooler. like a laundry line. now, i’m sorry. i threw away those perfectly good pins. Everything Breaks it’s not me. but, simple is…
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Our Time Collect & Protect Water where YOU are, Now. Feed YOUR soil, Now. Say it Loud. Say it Proud. Choose LIVING.
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to Privacy i miss you. but maybe i never really knew you. was it me? please at least call. you know where to find me. but where are you?
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to Exclusion you say you’re better but you know better you set the stage for rage your actors read from the page you yell fire and hire the ones who run over the ones who run you…
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to withhold you can give and not receive but you can’t take or ask for what is infinitely absent.
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to Hate your infinite ends won’t bend me your beginnings, my departures your means don’t concern what i need to learn you haven’t earned my esteem, nameless and aimless with your anger you won’t rain in my…
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Why are women dangerous is blood shame and life death love worn claim reborn many too children
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to Evidence they say you speak for you without a word. how does it feel to be spread open and unheard waiting for a convenient day for those who say to understand you?
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i sleep now without anxious dreams of losing you i’m not flirting anymore you are home i’ll defend you til death do us part
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Aren’t We Natural? Do flies ask why corpses stare at sky while flowers feed on flowing blood? Greed floods the plain. We remain the same, destruction our game; we are the flame and the ash, food for…
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This Mess is undressed: i choke; you joke that i’m repressed. i am free feminine fury a flurry of feeling feeding a flower of fire. What’s your desire?
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Guilty they say she is not Chicken or Egg Rooster doesn’t defend her Snake slaughters her chicks
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Mother Wanted Mothers have the oldest, bloodiest, riskiest and lowest paid job in the World. We should enjoy tax-free status instead of the institutions that keep us like a guilty secret.
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What You Said you want me to steal what you feel, open a gap, a trap for me to fall from grace my face in your hand.
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April Fool i need someone to help me not to reinvent myself.
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Fathers of Sons they say we take your DNA and put it away when we give you a son. you never leave. we absorb you. it’s not chemistry. it’s got to do with biology.
Martha Cinader 