Free the ******
Live with less clothes!
Live with less ego...
Live with less standards.
Get rid of the borders.
You don't need that bread.
Underneath the pants
we all have the same parts,
There's vaginas,
There's penises,
and people who have both.
Right and wrong is like
***** and ******
Relative to perspective.
So who's to say,
who should love who,
or what one should do.
Don't tell me
what to do with my body!
Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 1:24 PM UTC
Feel the chemicals burning
My heart is already yearning
I want a taste of your love
To be a piece of your life
But I want to be careful
not to spoil
something so beautiful
Its only potential
and potent
Mar 16, 2017
Mar 16, 2017 at 3:06 PM UTC
I keep replaying
Last night's scene.
An English man
sitting at a bar,
in a wealthy
side of town.
He was carrying on
with me about
The People
not having
a good reason
to carry a gun.
It's hard for him to see
why I strongly disagree.
I want The People
to fight for what they believe in,
and question authority.
It wouldn't be quite fair
if the law makers
and enforcers
had all the guns
and we had none.
Rebels are going to
have guns anyway,
but they call them criminals.
Then otherizing them,
making it "okay"
for them to be locked away
in 3x overcrowded cells,
for as long as they can keep them there.
Please keep explaining to me
why you,
who lives in a gated community,
are okay with your gun
in your locked safe,
but you're not okay with me,
who lives in the south end,
having a gun
on my hip
as I walk through
a littered park.
Or why it's not okay
for a women,
looking good
for a night out on the town,
to keep a gun in her purse
as she passes the downtown alleys
and begging homeless.
You're right about the terrorists.
They don't really exist,
but do you realize who
did bomb the towers?
Do you realize who is creating
the fear of black men, now Muslims?
Please keep telling me
that there's no reason
for a revolution.
That there's no good reason
For The people
to carry a gun.
There's nothing wrong
with fighting for what you believe in,
but blindly taking away
ones ability to fight back,
that's wrong.
Mar 16, 2017
Mar 16, 2017 at 2:45 PM UTC
*The s k y has come down from it's p e d e s t a l
Chilly m i s t is layered over the c i t y,
Blurring the e d g e s and l i n e s
That define what we know as r e a l i t y
Keeping us from worrying
About w h a t i s to come
Until it is actually in front of us
Though w o n d e r keeps us on our t o e s,
C r e a t i o n is at our f i n g e r t i p s*
Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 9:26 PM UTC
Always something new to learn
For the passion I yearn
To the left I turn
And the right I will reach
With everything in between
As bright as beauty can be
Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 8:52 PM UTC
Being a homosapien,
It's a trip my friend.
A little more brain than usual
That we're trying to figure out what to do with.
Letting it have it's way with us.
Believing everything it says.
Figuring out all life's "problems".
Wondering what our purpose is.
Thinking we are separated,
But can't handle being alone.
When you make yourself a victim,
You want to be rescued,
But you need to save yourself
Because only through knowing who you are
Can you know you're never alone.
Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 8:13 PM UTC
I dont talk about the past
There is no point
Life is happening really fast
Where's the joint?
Live it while its here,
There is nothing to fear
Why not shed a tear?
You never know when end is near
Observation is the key
No one cares about you or me
There's pleasure in the pain
There's dancing in the rain
Silence is louder than words
It can help you hear the birds
So, alone isn't lonely
Its the least of what she's shown me
Free is the ultimate
I'm pretty sure I'm far from it
My hear will grow wings
And fly far away
The true bands will sing
Or will I stay?
Feb 15, 2017
Feb 15, 2017 at 12:49 AM UTC
*The sun while burning up the sky
behind the horizon it falls with grace
Companion of mine
Play a tune softly,
I will hum, lay back and
sing the words I don't know
There is something about this place
This moment...
My body is overstuffed
with euphoric satisfaction
I love the way the breeze blows*
Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 12:54 AM UTC
I will untie all my loose knots of string attached to me and cut the strings when the knots are too strong. Yet still a piece will stay attached, but I'll be able to go down my own path.
Jan 29, 2017
Jan 29, 2017 at 5:04 AM UTC