there will be
a price to pay,
you won’t get away

starving innocents, murdered mothers, wounded fathers,
traumatized families-
there blood will
be the reason
we face a reckoning

this doesn’t go unnoticed, unpunished,
this is genocide.
you will have to speak up about
the devastation .
tragedies left for centuries

you are not god.

high above
the the trees,
i accept this
new timeline

take some soil; earth,
cover your town,
plant the seeds and
bury back into the earth

let your tears be
the rain
that fertilizes your dreams

one, the first step,
acknowledgment-realization,
a moment of clarity

three, the ending,
a daydream of balloons and
tossed-flowers in the air,
congratulations you made it

two, the hardest part,
the de-center of mindsets, old habits
keeping pace,
breaking molds and trying
not to catch a case-
waking up everyday
to make it to the next

is it because of
of how beautiful
daylight reflects off
the leaves
or how the winds
makes the branches
dance,
i know i have
a life to create,
id just rather sit
here all day
and watch
it go by

i had a dream
she was there
too,
but when I
looked back at
you, something crawled
into your
eye

i reached
to remove it

something alarming
unfolded, literally
in my hands

so fast I couldn’t utter
a word

he has layers, more
than what meets
the eye

it’s the way
the music moves me
the way
my body falls back,
it’s the feeling in my brain
that says
“play pretend”
that’s what my high is

it’s everything
i used to
want.
every word swallowed,
every mask i
put on,
unprocessed feelings
im scared to
***** up

intuition
speaks through art
speak through
your craft