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AcuityKendall Donar1
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ACUITYCopyright © 2016 Kendall DonarAll rights reserved.Printed in the United States of America. No part of this book may be used orreproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the caseof brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews. For information addressCicatrix Astral Publishing Co. 8380 Country Walk Dr. Unit C, Pensacola, FL 32514.Cicatrix Astral Publishing books may be purchased for educational, business, or salespromotional use. For information please write: Cicatrix Astal Publishing Co. 8380Country Walk Dr. Unit C, Pensacola, FL 32514.ACKNOWLEDGMENTSThese poems, written between 2011 and 2016 are a part of an archive of pieces whichwere assembled by Kendall Donar during various stages of growth, introspection andreflection throughout that time.Front & back coverphotograph designed by Kendall DonarISBN-10:0692661859ISBN-13: 978-06926618573
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Table of ContentsStar Gazing 10I Am From 15Nothing in the Highest 18Resin Dew 20The Persistence of pReS(c)ents(se) 23Peace With Ends 25Ahab's Compass 26Bare Aums 29Accouchement 36Acuity 426
Intelligent Black Man the Super Man 48MYneRbrAynetRimMehrsahNthEmadDerOvmipurSupsHionUvmisUlphrEephleksion 50Here Lies the Little Boy 52And To You 54Beetle juice 627
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Star GazingDear little woman nestled and resting in the reassuring lap of true love,Hello.I don’t even know your name but the Universe has taught me that inevitably, you will grow.So as you grow, I beseech you.Tiny, promising pulse of light shining bright o in the not so distant corner of my sight;Take this wisdom with you as you go.#1Be mindful of your mind.It is a jewel far too bright to stay buried in the dark caverns of society’s dark mines.Let it guide you.And when the time arises to rise up and accept your kingdom,Confine yourself in a tower of truth.Crown yourself with contentment.Eervesce excellence and allow your King to find you.10
#2If you ever have to glance behind you,Do so with forgiveness and acceptance.We were created for giving and for getting love, beloved.Only the foolish choose to neglect this.#3There is no making up for perfection.Every atom in your face was birthed from stardust.And before even a single piece of you was selectedto be placed in its present section,The Universe held and election.Every decision was unanimous.Your beauty is magnanimous.So guard your heart from humanity's self-hate based perception.#4The Universe is a circle; so be open.11
Having real things lodged down on the inside of youis the truest definition of choking.#5Breathe and live.Live and breathe.In every drop there is an ocean.In every sequoia tree, a seed.#6Be free and be you.Never apologize for the color of your iris.Within it springs forth a promise so deepthat it would make your ancestors day dream of Olympic style high diving.Into you, there are treasures buried the world has yet even to dream.#7The sun will rise tomorrow no matter how dark it may seem.12
#8Keep company with wisdom,invite knowledge out for coeeand regularly converse with understanding.#9Ground yourself in your truth and you'll seldom need to ever question the validity of yourstanding.#10Jump.Higher than you can seeand farther than you believe.Without the chance of failure there would be no chance to succeed.#11Take heedto all the lessons that this life will teach you.All the roads you will travel and passersby who will greet you.13
For a star as bright as you was never meant to burn silent.Radiation too intense.Love shade far too ultra in violet.#12They will attempt to make you quite.Throw flares at your soul.When they do, be cooland from your core, sling forth gold.#13Enjoy the journey and appreciate your way.The river flows forward and this is the whole truth of the way.So until we meet again, I wish you peace, light and your full number of days.Sincerely,A lowly passerby, simply star struck by your rays.14
I M MI M M a s’s ro r h ehbu r te s ve v be ne m et.I M M te d Nelo sl a p.Tene Mn Nij le, Pow ge n c o t me.I M M a sn ne s-woh.Inil n e y Mer me po t ot u mto bh, wi pis h yat it n Iwa se m han m Ita t r an ta cse h et ad sar ses an ta lhhad o h.I M M un sol Sda rg.15
Sitg is wag o Sn sosso n e vcu tu f ym, bu, an hic ursta p or fo t t at l he sinan r o t ot san d r la wo l el ta f am pat pa h Lo h e n Sayte t wu g u dar y a deat Dir e cs e stwih n e hto c lo fo senh.I M M ca't is Sda g & put w a t l.Wit nul pon nan Cffor h B e g de non wi Clffo t B ed h.I M M sure sl w m os tog h ojs ot ote Jl Lay's o.Are w 3 qur,16
inne d em und ageta c ik corar or’s okof n ad n he d y Gadh’s at.Whi w sed h et a h dan t ne se t equ tog uh ra h tey l.I M M be lo er buh b olto cun nfay e w I w uwe.I M M hi-ho, bu, r&b, po, ja, ro, gol, an c bee twa l ad.I M M lan ut I r, tin t I fl, an rin t o meti e fer.I M M a ly o vi lay I cay e f o w mewev I o.I M M E17
Nothing in the HighestMy religion is nothingNothing watches over meNothing orders my stepsNothing died for my sinsNothing paid my debtsNothing gave me a new lifeNothing made me brand newNothing knows my heartNothing is my peaceNothing is my saviorNothing made me in its imageNothing is my anchorNothing is omnipresentNothing is omniscientNothing created the treesthe yeast18
the seasand all the beautiful fishesNothing showed me mercyNothing showed me graceNothing saved me from my enemiesNothing gave me strengthNothing began a great work in meNothing surely will finish itNothing knew my painNothing came to diminish itNothing never lied to meNothing loves me more than I will ever knowNothing never left my sideNothing sanctifies my soulNothing is the waythe truthand lifeWithout which there would be19
Resin DewLeave everything better than you found it, every time.Including people.Take away a lesson from everything you find, every time.Including life.Love will always leave a mark and take a piece.Thank you for the math lesson.It can never be packed into word boxes.Doesn't work that way.Take your time.Make the time.Share your time, every time.It is the present.It can only be presented.Thank you for showing me your love.It was all ways beautiful.It was all ways amazing.All ways smiling.20
Laughing.Long, long suffering.Bear chested and vulnerable.Unashamed and breakable.Unafraid and frightening in compassion.Gentle as lioness caress to cub.Shape of love,dinner table blushed brown memories.Thank you for the end pieces first,every time.Best hugs I've ever known.Sweetest soul we've ever been loaned.Glad you're home.O ye gates turned fences link chained.Difficult to rejoice in the morning through the mourningand pain.The Ancestors say,dew is necessaryand naturaland expected.Your gift has filled us full.21
In due time, every time.Missing you already,loving you still,every time.22
The persistence of pReS(c)ents(se)I wish I would have frozen your face in liquid nitrogen.Should have written a computer program in JavaScriptto display the way that you would jettisoned my quilt into the orbit of thegentle gas giants.Let it levitate resolute as a rain suspended in cumulonimbus clouds over asomber Seattle Saturdayand thencrash it back down into my world.With all the fiery poise of an ancient igneous astronautdestined to make contactwith the bipedal, tongue split monsters which once populated the Yucatan.But then,stopand gently caress the soil of my souland make life brood over the waters of my skin;Genesis 1.I wish I would have captured the taste of your voice calling my name in my23
gut back then.Because it was so guttural.So loveable.So able to love.I wish I was able;totally and completely,to hug the very basement roots of your life tree.I wish for the shade of your kinky satinto again contract and constrict my myostatin,rescue me from these porch swing yellow jacketsand encircle my spirit with the hex that only a converted demon could create.I wish it wasn't too late.I wish we had more time.But in my quiet place,I know we do.24
Peace With EndsFortune cookie say,peace comes from within.Seek it from yourself.Fortune cookie say,do you find difficulty in opportunitiesor opportunity in difficulties?Fortune cookie say,education is the movement of soul from darkness to light.Fortune cookie say,peace is the key to joy.Fortune cookie say.Fortune cookie say.Fortune cookies says.Fortune cookies contain great fortunes within emptypockets.25
Ahab's CompassThe man sat there for years.Never missed an appointment.He was a patient.He waited,patiently.Waited for some busgoing someplaceat sometimedriven by nobodyexpected by no one.In the middle of the sunrise.Serrated, separated and beautiful.He grew to depend on their scraps.26
Ask and you shall receive.Never leaveand you might find yourself.Amassed together under the seesaw shade of stingy willowtrees, the man found nirvana looking into a two way mirrorat nighttime in misty moonlight.Writing a love letter, in love language with crimson penstrokes on the back of a receipt.Hiding under the bed from the monsters of men who mob insilence on the corners of darkness; plotting their escape.Crawling on its hands and knees across fields of broken,brown glass and pungent purple lilies; in slow motion.He found it open.Door screen serrated, separated, beautiful and waving in thevoid.27
He found Namaste on the good side of a cracked doorway.So he waited.Until the coast were cleared.28
Bare AumsI am afraid to set my triceps ablaze.Out of the fear that one day in Mayafter the April rain has gone awayand the flowers of May have been delayedby one day too late,I may resort to solitary self-immolation.You see,there exist these certain times to mewhen this life that I lead seems to beHell bent on bending every ounce of Heaven out of me.Macerating its intestines in hand blenders and handing the blend to me.Saying, see.The true hue of black boy broken dreams is blue.And you are no exception to the rule.29
There is nothing more pitiable than a willfully captured, castrated and broken bull.Shit, this plate through which you have staked great pains to create looks great but1000 and 1 apologies to you.I apologize but I am fulland I am tiredand I no longer wish to dine on lies.I wonder.Do flies make wish to dine on lives?Is it pleasurable for them?Do they perceive the irony of the situation as a witness that is inherently bare?Like the fact that, it is a fact of life that the little things eat away at you only when you cease tocare.Yes.There.There I find myself inconsolably awareof the steel etched countenance of the universe whisking back her hairand cracking a smirk.30
Not a smile.Just enough space between sub dimensional membranes to say,hey.You should stay for a while.It's nice here.You might like it.And so I do.And I do,for a while.But just like those 90's era black barbers in Brooklyn,rest assured that it too will inevitably begin to fade.And on those days,my perception of the grave swaysas it begins to look eerily like a much needed home away.From Hell,I have wished for well.Then found myself fish food.31
Prepared prey for whales.Consumed by this heartless, darkness inside of all wellsthere exist a tragically, magic dichotomy of taxonomy.Whalescan swim through vast seas and oceansbecause, not in spite of the fact that they are hollow.WellsAre not too full of their surroundings nor themselves.Wellscan be sources of great doom if you fall inbut from the outside, great wealth.Wellstend to teach this truth very well.Tiny things amassed over time tend to terrorize the mindHellis a prison of poorly promulgated prisms.Cellsdivide and deride us to a point of self-isolation.32
Within ourselvesthere are shelvesupon shelvesupon shelvesstocked full of emptiness.Or is it just meTo me,sometimes this life seems to bean old, decrepit, dirty, run down train station.At the entrance to its gates, I sit patient;weighting for my ticket.Home they say is wherever you make it; so make it.But at times I feel, I surely will not make it.Here.So I steer away from family, friends and piers.Wooden splinters suspended over sure destruction pierceme onto splintered trees and then wait for further instruction.Peers.33
Physical manifestations of cosmic juxtaposition.Cheers.They say death is just a reversed introduction.Years of pain, regret and tac toed silhouetteshave conspired in rooms lit by shame's luminescenceto brew a preposterously potent batch of evanescent eervescence.Crown bowed, hands united I pray and God blesses.Resigned to reposition, I give invitation to its essence; clear.Moving diaphragm, seas and mountain in order to get away.In the heart of the mourning I've mapped out my escape.Over here.This way.Now lay there,totally and utterly prostrate.Now wait.As I begin to burn this goatly flesh.Interweaving its form into a goatly mesh.34
Yes, I have placed ash in my cloth and disaster in my breath.I am the second son of David thrusting himself into the Koreshin order for my ghost to find a piece of the rest.I pledge, my specter shall spectate no more.This door, remain resolute no more.I lobby the congress of my Father's house to release its stores.And give unto me a Mississippian type of EBT.Card holding member of the lost tribe of give us, us free.Dumb, I admit.But when you get this sickyou swear you can see the truth lying in the face of an illusion.Nothing needn't be proven.Even losing can seem like the greatest gain of all.On the day when in humanity gravity loses its hopeand makes the conscious decision to let go of the roperemember;the ground will be the first to fall.35
AcohetBab, it’s o b eif.It’s o b a h se.Now, it’s o b ad ra t fit u I pos,it’s o b a rt te ju y a n e.It’s o b emin.It’s o b elng a f f iry.It’s o s foh e f or don fili ot r f eh ean nu n ar lfo l wid ti rot aran k e.Bele me, yo e s.It’s o b arve.36
It’s o b an raat.It’s o b ha n nlo r i’s o bed bu t ed, yo e s.It’s o b ex.Lik so f o’ gan lg o sifo pa mse soh po cs,burk ic wi mse,feh sued na t i ce n le gsan ce d ic er ma, Gera c, ce pe.Or e sm o y acr onbu in me c ases et h ode ur k.Bapn ad nig i c sato si fo h re gs o nan h s om u.37
It’s o b o bwa t s a.It’s o wa men yo' ces.Sh.Don’t o ar ?The flri flman n ont ig yof fli r, gasp ad g off t ist uh ntwi t l o al.Lis w.It’s o b o l o nt.It’s o b i,if G te cor av lodan rd o ut pe;on w ac r evgof fi p in pgod he l's its.38
On to e n ode mu f ist optin nuh bos wih n e bn ay s o Hl.Fro r oss is so.Cuz n evtg.An he m ko w te g.Al rol ats ur Hav.Thi h b e Cr te w.An i y’ an’t ow e’ te y’n o s et t’n i y’ ko’n.It’s o b ow.6, 7 to 11 ins hi rigsun ab he h.It’s o b it’s oy twit bak t pod o so ser r otias ay r in ts.It’s o b od.It’s o b ete.39
It’s o b otho d e.It’s o b eh es li f geto fi 10,000 ma Wasg,dil in Msip os mu.It’s o b a nse on sud f eyGod in, go Crin an m.Red so in.It’s o b i.But ne to .It’s o b a 97 ye dbid g oy,pas l is s.Wad tog 100 ya rvo n o w ew.40
It’s o b 12 fe g,6 fe de dce n he fld.It’s o b flu.It’s o b uc.It’s o sg.It’s o s a s f it h,bak flt,re mt,an G Ol’ Dix.It’s o b Di.It’s o b o.41
AcuityWhen I was young,My Father told me to write legibly.He told me it was an important skill to learnin order to prepare me for the inevitable twist and turnswhich he discernedlay in wait right ahead of me.He told me to consciously make my thoughts clearand my words aesthetically pleasing.He told me to always press the pen to the page with pure purposeand a refined sense of reason.He told me.Son, in your writing be as easily divisible as the seasons.Clearly present in your absence42
so they will never be askingfrom whence you gonor when you will be leaving.He told me.Son, it is okay to be misleading,but never lie with your lead.See, your pencil is a most powerful member of your body;with a mind of its own.So please, be mindful of where you place your head.He told me.Son, be safe.He told me.Son, never be safe.He told me.Son, always write with the confidence of knowledge that stems from knowing this.43
That if ever in this game of life you are thrown out while trying to steal 3rd,you can always run right back to home plate.For a home plate.Free of charge.He told me.Son, be safe when you need to and not when you don't.He told me.Son, it is the hands that pull the oars but it is the oars which pull the boat.He told me.Son, make your writing a soap and use it to clean yourself of this filth filled existence.He told me.Son, find your place, take your seat and sign your name into existence.Force them to listen.Be insistent.44
Persistent.Even if it pisses them o.He told me.Son, be alone at times and wait for your soul to write you.Let it incite youand then, write back;legibly.He told me.Son, write for those for whom it was intendedand for those who might one day read it.He told me.Son, you know, you write real, real goodbut it don't matter if can't nobody read it.He told me.Son, slow down.45
Don't write so fast.Please, take your time.He told me.Son, a man should always stand like a manand his words should always start on the line.He told me.Sometimes;Son, it's not what you say, it's how it looks.He told me.Always;Son, it's not what you write, it's how it crooks.He told me.Son, you are brilliant.You should really start working on that book.46
I told him.Father, I hear you, but it's not as easy as it looks.He told me.Son, it doesn't matter how it looks.Just make sure I can read it.47
Intelligent Black Manthe Super ManWhoosh!What is that walking past that tree?Is it a hood, is it a thug, or maybe a thief?It’s 8 hours too black to be walking these streets.Is it a feign, murderer, drug dealer or maybe all three?All bigots take aim steady, your colorful quips!Make sure to whisper, quiet your lips.All women with purses tighten your grips!Increase your stride, God speed to your hips!All children in range take heed and head home.Parents, place your finger over the nine on your phone.All drivers move swiftly to lock your doors.Protect any possession that you wish to keep yours.48
Oh no, your worst fears were correct it seems!Intelligent Black Man the Super Man!That’s me.Civilians cannot comprehend the power that I possess.To strike fear in their hearts and cause them much stress.Maybe it is my music, my hair, or my dress.Or maybe it is the quantum physics book that I clinch to my chest.Or maybe it is my swag, the confidence of my walk.Or maybe it is my vernacular, the grace of my talk.Or maybe it is the beauty of the skin that I am in that causes you to judge withoutknowing what is within.Whatever the case, I refuse to let them block me.No kryptonite in sight, only I can stop me.For I know, in the end I can only be me.Intelligent Black Man, the Original Super Man!Yes, that is me.49
mYneRbrAynetRimMehrsahNthEmadDerOvmipurSupsHionUvmisUlphrEephleksionWho am I?Ultimately, I don't know yet.I will never know.That's the beauty to me.I get to find out.That's what this life is.Or is it that ultimately, I am everything.I have no end.I am an equation with no solution.An algorithm for eternity.I am universe in microcosm.I can be many things.I am that which I choose to be.Labels?50
I am male, human, black, African American, earthling, North American, American,straight, strange, afraid of a lot, Son of Ron and Linda, Brother of Keenan and Toya(and others), cousin, grandson, nephew, uncle, liar, honest, confused, self-aware,pretentious, forgetful, sincere, friendly, deserting, distant, afraid, student, graduate,initiate, enlightened, Team Android, angry looking, kind hearted, soft spoken, loud,funny, serious, meek, selfish, vain, writer, listener, speaker, smeller of magnolia petals,dierent, ashamed, proud, respectful, respectable, sensual, sexual, prudish, well meaning,complicated, undone, complete, work in progressive motion towards construction withcasual stops along the way to take in the view, amazed, afraid, driven, timid, ambitious,fearful, forgetful, wise, knowledgeable, understanding, ignorant, plain, special, artsy,long winded, a lot, a little, a little bit in between, outside, inside, outcast,introspective, cruel, dreamer, pessimist, optimist, realist, sophist, crazy, cool, insane,sane, afraid, more or less becoming brave.Who am I?I don't know yet...we'll see.51
Here Lies the Little BoyHere lies the little boy.In his bed, but no longer asleep.Here lies the little boy.This secret he forever will keep.Here lies the little boy.His innocence replaced with shame.Here lies the little boy.Too young to make sense of such pain.Here lies the little boy.His tears were too afraid scream.Here lies the little boy.Robbed blind of his vision and dreams.Here lies the little boy.A happy little boy he once was.Here lies the little boy.Face down in a puddle blood.52
Here lies the little boy.Immobile and just barely breathing.Here lies the little boy.Real monsters don't wear mask in the evening.Here lies the little boy.Beheaded and shredded to pieces.Here lies the little boy.For his soul, the Lord now reaches.Here lies the little boy.In the place where no one can see.Here lies the little boy.I've buried him here, inside of me.53
An To The s oh le d.Wha s a I sse d?I me al, wa l ol I osl ?At e mon c ew,we w I o g?Tel we d l ob b tul r o hwe s fa l har in sean t ol sat li no h ki?It a 2 ho, 22 mis a m i t rig n I t od a hcot lo.Bef I an to m es s or le.Les h ho teyo agan h id s o s r e n a h.54
I’d is yo me.Lik i w a w c o t t matan I as h ak ta y t e n r iin cer se ur s,I am l suta m vmewo bot enta I w mo cin pora l en pofiso t I ud le s or le.I wo ri.Hap, fu, beh an clid.Sel:Eve fe h n e,it be me h bi e cco.The s.Bet t we.An he h pa,55
te ni nit nu no nse.It i ssi.Bab on’t o no h r wo lat.Not a ll i.Whi m it ffil or re h aon nben e lof y ow’s opeh er wow sof y eswe l o lto .Is o san gi.A mo co, una, poto y o g.Yo n lo h o he.Hav t ha t o in,I’d o xal he .Wol’t an w in.56
Jus .I wo he ved l.Lif a r ho.Yo c’t i b yo to l.Whe I s l,so l fa t t ac of fow seq evs e bmo sel to ke t n-fici;yo ud s y atki m acan h r me t kihin h in oman pt e r us ur sas I d o te nan t e lg om.Out ur n omsem r a flw fot ifso r ta t h us v he Ani.Apona.Yo l.57
Ear qe.Evetg ne.Yo wu n man.I wo’t op.Eve t as se.Is a s.I tasaopunppaemcwa b pan h t aw.Eve Crma y,Fat cs e sta ws I ad,God fit58
to c ban t y Ee y.Gus co n at.How d I am?We ls i p a l on se t w;an w aw t es .Bece w he r o c it.So s ot te rg,San k’s i c uwp.The t se s ay un t org.I ko t wi b un.Fro h h of c I an he.27 mis at 5an f e, I sil no r.Wh?Wha?Whe I k i h an?59
Eceses 3:1For y at de Hen ean r eyn es.Now ‘ti h anto rig s e.At is .In is n.As ah ce b ih he.As os h eh n e h b ots.An a t h aw to kan k oc t is.In e mt al s...Tod,God cised cke t g al f is, woh d ecto Unes;60
An o y.61
Beetle JuiceNever audition for a position that you’ve been wishing to attain.Because stars,I mean real stars;they do not require your permission to burst into existence.In fact, it is a conditionof subatomic nuclear fissionto transition from simple space dustwhen pressed into a dense gravitational position.Spark the engine and start emitting photonic, supersonic, inoculant flames.You see,They just do.They just come.They just are.62
They just BOOM!Because stars,I mean true stars;they are impatient little crickets in the quiet still of Mississippi night circa 55'.Charged by the law of hot natured gasesto report to the Universe and its massesthat behind this cloud of tear gases,crucifix fixed matches,pillow cases and police chief badges;that something is alive.A conscious in the heart of this non-sense.A circadian rhythm still thrives.It's a quarter past 5and the weather is changing.Do you hear it changing?63
Do you see it changing?Do you feel it changing?Do you smell it changing?My grandmother.She is a weather woman.She can smell the rain over the hills,feel the lightning in her steeland still can see the thunder in a distant location.Yet and still, even she with her 6thsense for precipitationhas not the slightest inclinationof how thesecoronal mass ejections from theseinterstellar insurrections arecurrently contorting the magnetosphere into visceral dislocation.So,64
if the lack of the facts that my grandmother knowshas no power to slow the neutrinos that goforward, forth and long beyond towards our home,like a ball o the bat of The Great Bambinoo into space of o the face of this fiery Helios;What does that mean for me?It means,that I will never apologizefor evaporating the skiesof those who failed to realizethe veracity of the greatness that like steel lies, within mymolten iron, nuclear fired, magnetically spired core.In the face of your disbelief my sun-rays still stretch forth.So don't you dare try to limit me whispers this giant red dwarf.Because my mass is critical.My vastness, inhospitable.Meaning maintain your stance in this dance and end up in hospital.65
Bulls, crabs, lambs, lion, tigers and bears.Boeing 747's, the oceans and human hair.Are all heirs to a throne of accretion and death throes.Our ship landed in lava but out of the depths roseWe, the children of E=MC squared.Weigh your heart, not your thoughts.All the energy is in there.Because stars,I mean pure stars;They are more than just beacons beaming wavelengths into the interstellar bleakness.They are spherical sticky notes suspended in the mesh of space-time left by God to remind us allThat our time on this terrestrial ball, is small.So make the most of it all.Ball.Get er' done.Carpe Diem.66
Or whatever catchy catch phrase happens to carpe your diem.Greatness awaits your acquaintance my dear would you like to meet him?Would you like to meet him?Would you like to meet him?Would you like to release him?Oh, you would?Ight, cool.Step 1, is to find your space in this race and run.Apologize for nothing you are the child of a Sun.You were made from star stu, in your blood there is plasma.So breathe every breath as if you are being choked to death by asthma.Step 2, is to embrace these number two's.Examine them for their nuggets.Don't just flush them down the tube.Most mistakes are just a case of mistaken identity.An opportune opportunity to shape and encase our identity.67
In a life size cocoon.Hibernate till the end of Juneand in July, be the flyest butterfly this side of the Moon.Step 3, to me seemed to be the hardest to find.It is a notion not even confined to the wisest of minds.Resigned:Stars give light, but these stars are blind.Distant stars force us to think, but these stars have no minds.Stars live out lives dumb, dumbfounding and blind.To us.Yet and still,True starsI mean real starsI mean pure starI mean starsStill shine.68
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Kendall Donar was born in Panama City, Fl in 1990. Growing up, hisparents heavily encouraged and supported him in all of his artisticendeavors; including prose and poetry. 25 years old at the time of thiswriting, this work represents a monumental milestone not only for Kendall,but for those whose loving and supportive shoulders he continues to standon to this day. He says that though he does thoroughly enjoy writing andperforming his works, more than anything he loves to spend quality timeand break bread in the company of his friends, family and loved ones inPensacola, FL; where he presently resides.“words have a tendency to get in the waY.”- Kendall Donar A.K.A. EFAYEME70