Poem 42: Beauty. Ego. Security.

From the series, “What I would say…”

As if a pretty face

Or a pretty mind is

Mutually exclusive

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A Year of Love Mekanism Project

What would I say if these were the last things I said? What would I eat if this were the last morsel I  feel on my tongue? Where would I go? What would I do? Who would…? With whom…?

Questions that seem the most dark to think of- especially when you have no reason to believe you don’t have time to figure out are all the ones thrust on me a bit over a month ago. I found that none of these are reflected here and that there’s no reason they shouldn’t.

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Feminist Papers 2: Illumi-Not Them

Situation Report: Illumi-Not Them

Their handy-work goes by society, the elite—decision-makers; the real players—the payers, the beyond pay—the eternity seekers. They have been described as the crabs in a barrel pulling them back as if that were the same thing as helping them escape if they wanted such. Keeping them that way ensures they pose no threat to their own success and the legacy for their like. They square the root of evil for power so it neither falls on their watch nor advances without their thumbprint. They are often called haters, card-holders, king-makers and deck-stackers– to sway beliefs and preferences—unsatisfied, they seek to better calculate and predict them- to stay aligned with their comforts, traditions, and desires. They were there first; they were born first; they thought of it first; they were slighted first; their pain and story are more important—any justification works. Continue reading

Poem 31: Decency to Lie

By Meka Love

With this ring I
Request permission to
Take you for granted and

Push til you can’t stand it
And scream it
Knee-deep in regret; get

Upset at the wrong things
When you can’t leave me under penalty
Of the law and God

Take this bling
As earnest money for
The sum total of your

Hopes and dreams
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Beaming from Another Sunshine Award

Bathing in the Sunshine

I’m beaming after receiving the Sunshine Award again. Thank you too much EJ for the nod on one of the besticist blogs around– Whimsical Eclecticist.  He says it’s about nothing–oh but it is such sweet nothing, and I highly recommend you visit it very soon.

Here’s the skinny: I’m supposed to tell you 10 things about myself and then my fav part is that I get to shower award nominations on 10 blogs that bring the Sunshine. And if it weren’t for EJ’s questions, I’d be staring blindly at my screen as a rush of “random observations about myself” zoom through my mind while my mind’s arm desperately reaches to catch 10 of them while its other arm is struggling to hold the ones I’ve already caught! Dropping random observations like crumbs all over the blogosphere floor. Thanks to EJ of Whimsical Eclecticist, the floor stays clean another day, and my mind doesn’t need arms. In fact, the only thing I’m reaching for is to continue becoming a better person to tell you 10 things about.

Here are 10 things about me, Meka Love- if you choose to accept 😉

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Poem 23: If My Love Were Your Drug

For all my lovelies in love! Have and make enough for me ❤

A story of contact, your eyes would concoct

As they widen til bloodshot

No faking when

Your pupils dilate to take me all in

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The Fairest Town

Mired in misery and fear is a southern town some say lost its hospitality along the way. Where comfort is a waterfront plantation on a hilltop nestled between wealth and privilege for as many generations as recorded in the town’s historic buildings. And the beauty of days past is dutifully preserved in gardens in ever perfect bloom arising from ancient soil. Distance calls it perfection.

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Poem 18: Late Calls

18th Publicly Shared Poem “Late Calls” by Meka

Baby

Is it too late to call?

I’m about to come

Over

You make me sleepy

I’ve just enough energy to tuck you in

You’ve rocked me

Awake

In my dreams

Say

Something. I

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Part 2: Rest in Peace or Pieces


“Sarn’t!”

“Sir!…..Over.”

“This is Warrior 5. Sir. Pat yourself on the back with your free hand; draw a bar in the mud on your forehead…”

“Sir I’m honor…”

“Day old tea?! Lieutenant -one day or one month? Over.”

“T minus one day, Sir.”

Excerpt Peace or in Pieces 1

Part 1 Excerpt: Rest in Peace or in Pieces

“Whiskey. Tango. Foxtrot….”

“Roger that, Warrior 5. What the fu.., Sir. Over”

“Confirm. Sit-Rep in two fife.”

“I copy: Situation report in 25 minutes. Location in fife. Over.”

“…Eyes on Juliet?” Clicking noise.

“Three scout teams no commo, Sir, Over.”

“Damnit!” Shouts Warrior 5. Brief white noise followed by a faint click. Silence.

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