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@portroyalpress

Jamaican born Pirate Captain... with a pen, paper and poems. Priest of Perelandro. Bitcoin Benefactor.

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@portroyalpress Jul 25, 2017, 5:33 PM UTC

1.7.16

Dissociation. That’s the word I needed when I was trying to describe the feeling, mistaken for inner peace when I must pay my daily due. Head down, keep moving, that’s how I get through. The only rea…

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@portroyalpress Jul 25, 2017, 5:02 PM UTC

1.6.16

If there is no such thing as right and wrong, then why are people always crowing songs about their rights and the wrongs that shouldn’t be? It seems scary to me because if wrongs and rights aren’t a…

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@portroyalpress Jul 25, 2017, 12:59 PM UTC

1.5.16 #3

It’s time for poem #2, but it’ll be short as pizza is due, yes, another one of those as I’m tired of heating cold food. As if I do it much anyway, cooking for one is so lame, who wants to spend an ho…

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@portroyalpress Jul 25, 2017, 12:22 PM UTC

1.5.16 #2

Is this what they call inner peace? It feels more like resignation to me. Yet it’s odd how the two feel the same, as if peace by any other name… or something like that, as it becomes clear fact that…

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@portroyalpress Jul 25, 2017, 3:59 AM UTC

1.4.16

Happy New Year! Or something to that effect, it’s kind of like a birthday, “Feel any different yet?” Of course the answer is, “No, not really.” But we still say the words mostly faux giddy. The lefto…

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@portroyalpress Jul 25, 2017, 2:22 AM UTC

9.18.14

Writing before bed to unfold the thoughts in my head. I am a Supreme Being. Yup, I said it. Call me a smart ass but for my ass, too much credit. I fiend for excellence, passion like pestilence, wide…

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@portroyalpress Jul 24, 2017, 4:00 PM UTC

9.10.14

My unseen dreams are calling me, but the stream calls to me still. My body winds down oblivious to fingers single willed. There’s a cut on my ring finger, the one on the right, it’s slight, but the p…

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@portroyalpress Jul 24, 2017, 3:45 PM UTC

9.7.14

I didn’t have a choice when first called from the void. No rhyme nor reason, just chance and circumstance. I sought solace in the myriad diversions of life, fell prey to trickle truths, opaque omissi…

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@portroyalpress Jul 24, 2017, 10:29 AM UTC

12.29.15 #3

You said you wanted to read the things I write, so I’m going to take that as an invite to push you down the rabbit hole of my mind. You know, I think about you sometimes, in a black tank and booty sh…

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@portroyalpress Jul 24, 2017, 10:17 AM UTC

12.29.15 #2

As my mind is constantly pacing, so the feet of my inner child are constantly racing. The fear of something, never unmasked, has taken up residence like a forgotten task whose absence remains unknown…

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