Desire is the will of flesh
Wanting to pleasure oneself
And when it harms no one
Whose business is it
But your own

I want to break you of your superstitions
Your poor position with foggy vision
From you false propped up religion
I want to offer you wisdom
Words, facts, and information
Sentences of love
Though you are not ready to hear them
So I will play the mad poet
Place my offerings before you
And before you know it
You will see
That what you believe
Is just a passing trend
You will not break
But bend before the coming wind
And see yourselves
Better than I ever was
And how I always knew
You could be

We are not a first world country. They are not a third world country. We are all part of the same world. I am not part of a white race. He is not part of a black race. We are all one race in our human family.

Take note
Of the knife
At your throat
It is not the apostate
Whom you hate
That threatens you
With a ****** blade
But the brothers you slayed
For your fanatical ways
Who bring to bare
The same violence
You brought them there

and you came back again,
and then the thoughts come back again,
and the world turned to **** again,
and my life felt worthless again,
and the coffee tasted bitter again,
and everything was bitter again,
and the voices came back again,
and I cried in my room again,
and I pictured all my mistakes again,
and I found my old photos again,
and I forgot how much I missed being loved again,
and I remembered all the terible things you did again,
and I cried even louder again,
and then my mistakes the followed came back again,
and my eyes got weak again,
and I thought about my friends again,
and then I figured they hated me again,
and everyone hated me again,
and no one came back to save me again,
and i'm alone to save myself again,
and I don't know how to again,
and my life feels meaningless again,
and its getting so hard to hold on again,
and I don't know who I can trust again,
and I'm not okay again.
and everything was wrong again,
and this keeps happening again,
and again,
**and again

No labels
And you are afraid
Uncertain how
You should react today

A person can’t simply be
Because you are uncomfortable
If you can’t call them
He, or she
Black, Asian, or white
American or foreign

Must have some social cues
To give certain social clues
So you can perform
Some standard dance
Instead just treating people
Like human beings.

The cross stich of humanity
Is too complicated to be comfortable
Complexity and uncertainty
Unimaginably inevitable
Unless one is blind with fear
Or merely comfortably ignorant

You can scoop galaxies onto a teaspoon,
fill your eye with an expanding universe
have an insight that knows no boundary
the eternal within the mortal
stirring your morning tea with a spoonful of stars.

It is the journey
The richness of
New experiences
That expand my consciousness
Feeding the creative frenzy
Creating new neural pathways
Improving my mind
And enriching my humanity

I have been put in a cage,
and I feel like a slave,
their used to be others but they all got away,
and I shake and cringe,
because everything inside hurts,
all my fears and worries,
I push all forms of life away,
and I am stuck in a cage,
and their is a monster inside,
who makes sleeping unsafe,
and will make your thoughts start to shake,
and rot away at you until your crumble,
and I cannot escape,
for the monster haunts me,
even though I am alone,
the monster is upon me,

It’s the age of digital wonders.
The world cast before our feet
to be reeled in and gutted,
plunging further down the hole
Of personally preferred biases.
All the information ready to be devoured.
Generations scouring the abstract
for solid connections
but the ones and zeroes
cannot touch a stranger.
The distances conquered
cannot yield flesh upon flesh communication.
There is no oxytocin connection.
Instead, all the files of pain
are relegated to the spam box.
Humanity is filtered in favor of
cheap proclamations of internet love
and the once wondrous round world
becomes flat again.
The sun revolves around the earth.
Four fingers forget opposable thumbs
and we never evolve to be better
than we are.

Can you see beyond
What you believe is a sea
Though in reality
Is a tiny trickle
Expanded only
In the minds
Of those who were fooled

Cross that tiny gap
Break the barriers
Of the past
And find the truth
Of our human connection

We are not a small
Band of ****** brothers
Or a class of kin
Classified by our borders
And the color of our skin

We are a collective
Cut from the same cloth
Of history
The same chain
Of DNA

We are human
To be loved and accepted
Not feared or rejected

We are children
Living within
The limited life span

We are not one clan
Against a million
But one tribe
That counts seven billion
plus

Fear steals the air
Kills the vibrations
Stops fresh creations

Turning giants
To timid rabbits
Turning gods into
Demigods, and then vapors

Legends fades
The ones we made
Failing to create
Cause we were afraid to fail
So we failed ourselves

Dark lies we tell ourselves
To fit in, but in the end
We take the sunset
But **** the sunrise
We fakes a smile
While we rot inside

Until, one night
The maker’s hands
Turns palsy
And the energy
Fizzles out

We forget to trust
Try to breath
But choke on dust
Dying without the heart
We were born with