Smelly perfume sinking into my skin
heavy powder breathing on my face
black liquid dripping off my eyes
shiny red punching me

Alex I want to be a lawyer
                                  a doctor
                                   a teacher
                                  a president
more importantly I want to
eat lush greens
lay next to death on the sandy orange beaches
watching the pink elephants bounce,
bounce up and down until they break their legs
and start jumping on their hands

I want to see my grandma smile
I want to see a terrorist hugging a white southern man
                                 The ocean will turn green
and the land will turn blue.             in 3002

hands clinking rocks into spears
hands shooting arrows toward mammals
hands carving meat off the bones
and hands stroking through hair

mouths spilling words into ears
mouths talking to enemies
mouths singing to ancestors
and mouths cannot hurt others

hands. pulling the trigger
hands. pushing onto another
hands. puncturing
and hands. trading

mouths- killing
hands- killing
hearts- killing
ears- killings
words out the mouths into the ears out of the hands

outcome: good or bad
happy or sad
living or death
love or hate

1+1=2
we are taught as kids this is right and this is wrong
don't hangout with the weirdos
they eat green fish and drink kombucha
don't hangout with them they sit in circles
they wear every color of the rainbow (even brown)
they don't raise their hands
they always seem like they are talking to spirits
But they
they are happy

It’s been awhile
While since I’ve opened that part of my creativity
A lot has happened since
Since my past life time
Another reincarnation you say
Well that’s what it feels like
A new me
But the same me
Living co-inside
Poems
Writing
Feeling
All let go and flow we go.

you can't do that
why do you want too
cover me up
present me to your white, sensitive, equantives
like a shiny gold token
shining through your broken dull heart

why live in the present when you can live in the future
or even past
You woke up to the feeling of ambition but no drive
and sound of nerves and chills

why live in the future or past when you can live in the present
I woke up to the feeling of rays and bliss
to the sound of silence with wings
barely making a sound traveling miles on end

you tell me don't leave the *** of gold for a chip
but in the end the chip
is worth more than the sun
the truth comes from the small coins
not the *** of gold or diamonds

light in the heart
you might say what does that even mean
it means the feeling you get
when you do what you love
knowing everyone you love is healthy and happy

healthy and happy you might ask what is that
happy is an emotion
an emotion so strong it fills your body sends vibrations
it lights you up and opens opportunities to do good

do good, what is that
to do something "good" is to do anything
that helps anything or anyone
good: trying with everything
bad: giving up

breathing heavily
his hand puncturing my skin
like a mosquito
******* my blood
taking my soul

dripping red
soaking rags
gasping for breath
snap.           crack.
      free
          floating
                carcus

There he walked
Alone and glum
Down the forest
Of fame and glory

She saw him laying
On the worthless sea
Gulping remains
To stay sane

She empathized for she
Had been there too,
Cutting rags for affection

Only she had walked faster,
Faster up the forest
   Of fame and glory

Such raw beauty
        Are the trees that blow in the wind
it’s roots unseen, holding it down
As I perch beneath, an atom in comparison yet the same intelligence running within us
Connecting us to eachother
Unseen by our eyes
Yet felt in the stillness of time

Like a river flows
getting stuck behind the stubborn rocks
I try to find the words to throw down
                                                         my
                                                        
                                                         throat
through my mouth........no words come.
It stays silent while my mind writes
poetry
that could be
framed and hanged in palaces all over
the world.

I met a sleeping Giant today
           I climbed up onto her and gently walked around
I laid myself down
            on her one soft green hair
as my ear touched the earth, her soft whispers
Dulled the noise
silenced the business around
                                          me
as she pulled me deeper and deeper down into
                                                                     myself.
like gently falling.
                         falling..
                               falling...
                      
                       away from this earth....

The silence.
Holds nothing, but everything
The silence.
Holds the universe
in her hands
Holds me in her silver hands
Wraps me in her blankets of
Peace.

While I lay under
Birdsong and
The angels of
Clouds