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A Man Chooses Death in Belgium

Posted by on Oct 23, 2013 in Poetry, SOUL FOOD | 0 comments

A Man Chooses Death in Belgium

A man chooses death in Belgium * Something went wrong with the surgeries, the article said “Botched,” I believe is the word that was used Born a woman, the man transforming felt like a monster His former breasts ragged remnants, and his manhood A thing of reprehensible sight. He decided the agony had no right to claim him; He chose euthanasia. His mother commented that she was not sorry for the death, “She” had never been a wanted child. Where was mercy lurking, dubious angel That his only dignity lay in a...

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Soul Business, and Others

Posted by on Sep 5, 2013 in Featured, Poetry, SOUL FOOD | 0 comments

Soul Business, and Others

Soul Business Ain’t after objective gold power or prestige I’m after the peace and quiet a rested soul deserves I’m in the business of saving my own soul One bird song and shade tree at a time   Life’s Yin Yang of Love Then parts of the world love me then parts love me not  And the same goes for me loving parts of the world   Watching Ducklings The lucky man next to Kapiolani Park Bandstand He is watching ducklings and their mum Without a care in the world, Except for cats and mongoose and maybe an...

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Haiku to You, Too

Posted by on Aug 23, 2013 in Featured, Poetry, SOUL FOOD | 1 comment

Haiku to You, Too

The following are excerpts from A.W. Strouse’s Haiku to You, Too. Witty, sensual, laced with religious undertones, they are little meditative pieces reflective of his peculiar gay and Christian sensibility. *** the trick is to love your own life so much you would even die for it *** who needs the gift but you have the wrapping *** god is Yes, and satan No but Maybe is a man *** without knotting the thread or fastening the end the string of my mind sewing on thoughts *** much like Noah on the Ark: early spring in Central Park. Lovers...

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Under the Moon

Posted by on Jul 2, 2013 in Poetry, SOUL FOOD | 0 comments

Under The Moon* Up round-top way Standing under a full moon Centered in the baby blue morning sky My slippers slide from fresh, cool mud My legs itch from the thirsty morning mosquito <biting as I’m writing> Those brilliant brown/black/white birds sing and disappear <with clicks and clacks> The blood suckers and misty rains chase me inside my turtle shell <toy-ota> The only other human contact were two cyclists pumping their way up the mountain I saw a light blue lubricant package Picked it up to read it Dropped it quick! ...

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African-American History

Posted by on Jul 2, 2013 in Poetry, SOUL FOOD | 0 comments

African-American History

African-American History We hold these truths to be self-evident, that if you are a minority then you are irrelevant. And If you’re not using drugs, then you must be selling it. Living in a world, where girls are no longer celibate. This is how I feel and poetry is the medium that I’m telling it. Liberty is a boon, so you just might want to cherish it. From the 1619 Dutch Ships its been a fight for African Americans. From Banneker and Wheatley going against the grain in America. The merit that they attained, gained praise from...

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A Decision, and You Make Me Proud

Posted by on May 29, 2013 in Poetry, SOUL FOOD | 3 comments

A Decision, and You Make Me Proud

A Decision Let my table be lonesome, so that my salutations will be acquired through quietness and mindful of gleaming silence, and away goes the acute, barren neurosis of meaningless talk. To be there in full solidity, as one, admiring, eases respect for the other. Attention will never veer from the place I continue to sit, but other realities will rise too clean and be well-kept. © 2002 Jarrod C. Lacy   You Make Me Proud I whine because I have no money, or I’m a little low in my stash. Then I see your face which states the case...

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Pieces of ME

Posted by on Apr 21, 2013 in Poetry, SOUL FOOD | 0 comments

Pieces of ME

The pieces of me that often remain scattered because I don’t like to see the total picture have caused me to suffer identity crisis. The pain I went through only to see a total mess caused me to shake my life like an Etch-A Sketch to see if I could try again, but to no avail. To reminisce on love lost friends lost and family made me feel as if I was unworthy hopeless and lost to an ever running cycle of emptiness until God found me. Without taking the responsibility of the things I have done in drunken state of mind or sober I had to face...

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Is It, First Touch, and The Woman In Me

Posted by on Mar 6, 2013 in Poetry, SOUL FOOD | 0 comments

Is It, First Touch, and The Woman In Me

Is It is it your warmth is it your beauty is it your courage is it your sweetness what is it? it must be your breath it must be your voice it must be your laughter it must be your smile what is it? is it when you breathe is it when you talk is it when you laugh is it when you smile what is it? is it husky is it sassy is it soft is it sweet what is it? is it because i am in love with you what is it?     First Touch  I had assumed this would stay our first touch. I had hoped that, we would hold through. The blue and yellow butterflies...

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Pastime

Posted by on Jan 15, 2013 in Featured, Poetry, SOUL FOOD | 0 comments

Pastime

I sit in a dim-lit corner of Lavery Library recessing into a shallow-cushioned window seat with a book — a familiar pastime, at least for me — the heft of the Catholic Encyclopedia rests ponderously on my knees. John Fisher looks down on me, portentous and woodenly austere. I am here to study, I suppose, though I am not studying right now. I was looking — looking up something, what, now, I do not remember. But I found them. Sergius and Bacchus. Two men, joined in veneration. Scandalous. And I read. I read their story, one...

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love One

Posted by on Jan 4, 2013 in Poetry, SOUL FOOD | 0 comments

love One

365 days of loving you exclusively; It started with the color purple and had its shades of blue. But the one thing that kept me pressing on was my sureness of your love for me. Many times I’ve felt vulnerable… But our love, His love- Keeps us One. You’ve spent your life building a wall that I climb. Sometimes it’s not easy, but I continue to climb because I’ve prayed and I believe God is showing me something. Something about you… Perhaps something about myself… In the past, “love” was easy because it was physical. At a young age I was forced...

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