Ray Anyasi Poems

Welcome to the end of tis my disease.
Of freezing shadows and ending their tease.
No, please. No, think not me as high on dope.
Sorely yoked but now high on dope of hope.
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I have long known this roadside prostitute
In whom's life, night by night, down were the chips
Of what would you think her thoughts constitute?
Of yanked legs from whence falls her nightly tips?
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I am my own peace.
The inner voice
that quiets
my soul,
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Where does
this road lead?
Left or right?
What's my politics?
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V is for Virtue.
Arriving the front door
of womanhood with
demeanour
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If it keeps your mind
off the pain of reality.
It's home.
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If only I had not
left my courage on the shelf.
To embark on this adventure.
If only I didn't make a dash for the rolling mountains of my wishful thoughts.
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What don't we know
that we don't know?
We can't know.
What is it that lies out there in the realm of human conscious intercourse?
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I came on a plane.
I paid to be here.
I paid. Should my spine ache or my liver fail.
I paid to see a physician.
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I had this dream.
Again.
I had this dream for the third time this week.
I had this dream for the fourth week this summer.
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