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Through The Bones

Updated on April 13, 2017
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Samuel Malik Canty: the Word Bird. I am the author of Four Poetry Books, I understand my Purpose, and my words are my proof...


The Words come to me through my bones…

No ESP, no Voices Speaking to me, through my bones…

Agonized, intense, frighten, angry, lost spirits who seek a liaison to deliver their Unfulfilled Messages.

Daytime, nighttime, anytime is the right time for the Bones to be activated and contact my soul.

Through the Bones… Through the Bones…

No magic, no shaking of the flesh, no physical vibrations, just a sensation that Demands Me To Write.

Through the Bones…Through the Bones…

Stories of Injustice, Brutality, Anger, seek a poet, an artist, a vessel, to tell Their Stories…

Each wait their turn to make my fingers burns with desire to Remind the Living that the Testimonies of the Unjust Still Lives...

Through the Bones…Through the Bones…

No ESP, no Voices Speaking To Me, I bring their messages home when they are delivered to My Bones...

Malik Canty

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© 2017 Malik S Canty


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    • whonunuwho profile image

      whonunuwho 8 months ago from United States

      These messages come to us, through the bones or through our thirsty minds. We will respond with the tips of our fingers to quell their hungry spirits. Blessings my friend. Well presented.whonu

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      Jamie Lee Hamann 8 months ago from Reno NV

      Well done. The desire to write is a power far greater then most think. Jamie

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      Threekeys 8 months ago from Australia

      Peace to you. Peace to those that you feel.

      I have been saying to myself these words. They are left open ended. That is it could be for me, it could be for those who hate. I say the words..I practice self trust...that there is a part of myself and the collective unconscious is working hand in hand for those words/wants/desires. You can choose your own words but these are mine. "Thankyou". "I love you". "I forgive you". I picture the wider world and my world and I fall asleep. Then, I just forget about it. Maybe this too will bring acceptance and more peace into your daily life? Its working for me in funny little ways. Maybe it will for you too.