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WRITE TO LIVE

January 05th, 2021

1/5/2021

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L I M I N A L I T Y

Picture
Slipping between worlds
Fluid as light
Warm as darkness
Married to the threshold
Divorcing time to make space
Coming and going
Freely flowing
Into the unknowing
​Where only love keeps pace

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January 04th, 2021

1/4/2021

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Night Walking

Night walking
When the city sleeps
And the land breathes
Pulsating
Alive and wet
Just like you
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B U R N O U T  (The Masks)

1/4/2021

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The Empire’s pocket is full of posies, hiding the stench of plague, black death natural as breathing, the caging, murder and continued genocide of indigenous peoples. What exactly are ‘we’ trying to return to? Un-numb yourself. Re-sensitize yourself. Sanitize the mind. Take a deep breath and brace yourself for the truth your body has been trying to tell you. You already know your spirit has been hip to it, we couldn’t stop buying, eating, fucking, scrolling, talking, lying, trying...oh the trying. 

Let the masks fall. 


Are you tired of the labels? I’m exhausted. I want to let them go, the black, the woman, and the raw data manipulated to fit the stats. I see the ground that appears so solid under our feet is no more than a pile of crumbling rock. At the edge, where our hands grasp one another, should we slip and fall what awaits us at the bottom of that cliff? How de we stand on our own backs? If I wait for the tide to rise maybe we can release and jump together, meet the shore and its humbling with intention. Let’s walk into the water knowing, if nothing else, we told the truth. Maybe it would be better to die and be reborn together, than to remain under the illusion we live alone. 
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Q U E E N

1/4/2021

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She sat squarely
Shoulders heavy
And regal with regret
She donned the tassel
Frozen with fear
She posed
And she posed
Until her original posture
Was unclear
Running from the ghost
Of his words
Anger is a cancer
Resentment is a killer

It was all her fault they said
It was the things in her head
That made her belly big
That began to break her will to live
Not the abuse
The neglect
Or lack of paycheck
Just her thoughts they said
She loved the smell of gasoline
She let it light her insides
And in her most peaceful dreams
She swims in a sea of crude oil
To say all the words
She couldn't speak
Like fuck you
Pay me
Turn your gaze from me
Take your foot off my neck
And your hand out my pocket
Peel your lips from my ear drum
And all the words
You tried to beat
On my soul
I have broken down
To break free
She wiggled free
From the regal ropes
Braided tightly
On her rigid shoulders
Freedom heavy as boulders
Still lighter
Than the anvil of silence
That called her chest home
She picked up the phone
And even the dial tone
Knew she was different
Just by her breathing
The receiver began receiving

Her words like prayer
Take my to my river
Put me in my waters
Bring me my pistol
For the journey to her shores
She knew
Was surely littered with expectation
Of her less than
And those ready to fight her
To the death
For her life
They had the gas
But she was the match
She lit a cigarette from her burning
Tobacco smoking
Feet bare
Black and moving steady
Truth in her right hand
Like a shotgun ready
To blast the past into its place
In a white dress
Unseen in a field of tall blue grass
She could see nothing on her path
And still her vision was clear
The sound the grass made as it
Crumpled and cracked under her weight
Like the wind
Her presence evident in what it affects
Her footsteps like legacy
Telling the story
Of how we keep on living
No trial or tribulation
Will keep her from her shore
Take me to my river
Put me in my waters
If we are but one drop of the ocean
The ocean is but one drop of her quenching
She remains unrelenting
In her quest for liquid love
Take me to my river
Put me in my waters
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i b i b

11/14/2020

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Close your eyes
Tell me what you see
Written on the walls of your tomb
Who tagged you?
Be graphic about the graffiti that rests behind those lids 
Where does your pleasure live?
5,000 years of hidden treasure
It is time to raid your own tomb
Heal your own wound 
When ashes turn to dust
All I ask
Is to be wrapped tightly
In memories of ecstasy
No money or morality necessary
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The Return

10/18/2020

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​The loneliness of the heart
Rivaled only by the lies of the mind
Found
In each other
How do I encounter me?
Wholly?
Fully?
Or pieced out of acceptance
By a mindset of separation
You have left me to know me
I have been sent by the divine
On the wind
Mirror me
Polish me
And release me
Back into this oneness
Come home to me
Return to your indigeneity
This blackness
Has left the light on
And the door open for you
Enter
Come together
And kneel with me
For the ancestors
Sing their praises
Black body
Become talisman
Like amulet
Signaling the way home
It was nothing until we felt
Until we saw
And became through one another
You called to me to manifest
The edge of my understanding
Dances with you
Teach me 
To be me
By being 
With the me in you
Come black to me
Come black to me
Come black to me

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The Great Escape

10/18/2020

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Follow the link to listen to the full track
soundcloud.com/enoore/6th-gear-a-question-for-the-people-remix
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The Magnolia Tree (Remember This Day)

10/17/2020

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Follow the link to listen to the full track
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soundcloud.com/enoore/remember-this-day?in=enoore/sets/love-rising-1

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The Let Go

10/17/2020

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Searching for my desire
I had to let go
I know you know
Searching for my desire
​This is the let go

Touch and tease me
Don't deceive me
While I'm
Searching for my desire
I had to let go
​I know you know

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Silent Symphonies

10/17/2020

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