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Trapped in something unforgivable, obviously untrue
But held so tightly by one for nearly two…
Years of clear & black assumed infidelity or love (what some call)
From a past due “cell” BKA the infamous separator but why stall?
Time supports essence and beautifies change
…because insurance is afar and I’m the closest in range?
Impossibility sits high fighting existence; at least that’s how I mask myself, knowing I can’t let go…
Go of the obvious, maybe unintended while devilish actions intervene...
On my place in your life, small but habitual, clearly unclean
Help? Yes, you need it more so than freedom because outsiders secretly creep inside
…knowingly but closed eyed on why lights bleed darkness right next your heart;
Time supports essence and beautifies change
…while my patience boxes with the mechanism of life
Success is imprisoned and age is useless, it’s 10 years behind…no lie
Who, What, When, and Why…why…why…
My face has served as a bumper too long and time isn’t enough for being…
Stuck here, hypnotized by the second hand and controlled by the first…
Remember that “Cold is Cool for Me”…love, hunger, thirst

~Dominique C.Cooper

Uncannable

"Uncannable"

Volunteer enriched with dark skin mints
Housed in a platinum container, so rich and preeminent
Got female pups running up for pedigree so abruptly
The peculiarity can’t neutralize the particulars about me

Success surrounds my ankles, while haters stench like soles
And confidence befriends fear with real swift intros…
Introductions of my Father, you know…the rich one
Invincible and pure…laced with an incessant stun

He saves lives and can even retrieve a heart
Especially one like mine…broke, broken…seemingly apart
Instantaneous reassurance of my apparent “rare”ness attracts why bait
My intellect and class questions why waste an earthquake

I got plans, plans, plans, plans…
And yea you don’t involve them if still wearing cans
Wrapped in advance, sealed tight with only one real move
Need a tool to use and then a spoon to approve
Distaste, no taste, because you were pre-wrapped!

Yep, right now the gear is missing a shoe
And patience searches for the laces
But it’s only some Forces…you can get them by the cases!

~~~~~ Dominique C. Cooper

I walked outside and found my way to this place filled with beauties and bows Gummying carefree thoughts a may, my destiny, God beholds;
Three puffs pony'd up, Mommy dressed in peace
Hearing the wind sing with me, "be all you can be"!

Severity jump ropes with me as I glance back and forth; noticing the disagreement between a necessity and the "air force"; Far less of a concrete stare, a laugh...it looks like a monster; "Boo-ing" away the aliens that destroy the trees while the skies yell "ooh-wees"...

Postal Worker

Call it routine
But I handle the world's cares
Separating the differences in uniform blue wears
Call it routine
But I see-saw the world
Domestic to International, sushi to cheese curls
Call it routine
But the letter knows no face
Befriends not a smile or due disgrace
Call it routine
But this four walled public affair
Can't be judge according to what's sitting there
Call it routine
But I handle the world's cares
Separating the differences in uniform blue wears

You give me butterflies...

A bubble just formed in my stomach bc I took a breathe...significant bc now I'm holding it. Never was I "a swimmer"...The trustworthiness was covered in foil and all I could see was my own reflection. The brain tissue conformed the holding place for rationale but my heart obtained hypnotic attributes, therefore creating the intentional confinement of this bubble. The invisibility of this shape held the truths about me concerning you. And every instance it's released, the butterflies beautifully land on my self-made matured security, hard pressed onto my heart.

Copyright DCIS.

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I'm like a line-file, anti-plural, crisp money green; superscript single with stretched C's in between. Ads retracted, I got my self-esteem. Choosing, left eye snoozing, trying to see what's right. Lost in the top of my eyelids, wondering why they haven't taken flight. My checklist, body, and ink...thermalizing patches of opinionated "ithinks". I painted myself red and called everday 0-2 fourteen...for faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. The phone rings, immediate change in the clay. Hardened, too viscous, stuck in its own way.

-Copyright by DCIS