you’ll make a great addition to the stars
telescopes wont miss you
you’ll guide the travelers
keep the compasses steady
its already happened
if it will
spill your heart out
why not?
its all you got
its just not enough for them
they want to see it out
to believe it
pumping blood on the floor
ignore it while its in your body
they want to see the lungs you breathe with
the air that made your words
the hair the birds made their nests
the tests that shows whose best
the energy you spend so you can rest
undress and shine in supple eyes
surprise the moment
with random sighs of relief
sheath your weapon
let out your grief

miscegeny not misogyny
this is why you don’t know me
it was illegal to understand me
now it is allowed for me to be
nothing
tolerated by language
meant to keep me apart
it is obvious
that it was never intended
for me
to meet
myself
in such an intimate way

The intricate ways
That humans dissociate
From nativity
The harder it becomes
To give it back
To ourselves and them
The endless sound of mosquitoes
Draining me
The pressure
The journey
The adventure
Of becoming
Giving
Begging for forgiveness
Sorry I have been gone
For so long

everything you see
infinitely thin layer
reflecting
you give it depth
and violently strip it away
importance
from everything else
but your focus

She loves her reflection
In my eyes
She loves the way I risk
She loves my investment
In revolution
She loves my resistance
Irresistible to her
She loves organic intelligence
My stories made up
And real as making up
Can be
She loves me

if you do not put 
equal force and pressure
on the surroundings
the world around you
society 
It will get inside of you
it will force you to do what it wants
if you can exert more force and pressure
than the world can on you 
you can do with it what you want

i can feel you
under my skin
within its infinitely thin
casing of light
every time
i want to be inside you
moving around inside
finding everything
intimately outside
darkness
pour
into light
guru

The nightmares I’ve had
of my black father
getting hurt
by local white people
from the police
in front of me
to the white people
in front of me
with the confederate flags
who used to threaten us for not being white
and try to beat us up at our birthday parties
try to outnumber us
but always got beat
because of how little of a joke
it actually was

owls are wondering
why the **** aren’t they seeing
turning their heads all around
heads spinning 360’s!
missing the destruction in their wake
owl says what the ****
how are those stiff necked *****
humans
not seeing this wake of destruction
is crashing down on them
they just look ahead
as if there is something there
still organic
surviving their destruction

excess happiness

you are the hollow version of perception

Nature is lavishing
Reincarnation
Toxicity spoils to death
When In genocide
A Cafe for studying genocide
Poetic
On point solutions
For a failing society
A non profit
Musical
Starring
Indigenous revolution
From all of earth

What it’s like to be mixed snowboard
In all my angst
I just want to ask snow cats
To bring me up
The practice
I could not afford
Auto correct knows
Immediately
I’m not white like
Genocidal perception
Percentage of gravity
Skier races of racism
It’s getting used to organic intelligence
Filling message quick
Don’t fail humanity

What if my lover was an abolitionist?
How would our child differ?
Would my nights be less risky targeted by dangerous urges?
My revolutions of mind would not be so lonely
They could come out at our dinner dates
They could hang around with my family at the play ground
Protect our fatherhood

Perspective
Judgement
From domesticated genocide
Judicial branches
Standing dead wood
Burning keep warm
Social justice intoxicated
Fleeting eye contact
Sugar ******
Eye contact in liquor stores
Touch starved
While smothered by bodies
Fleeting what is common
Human
Preaching domesticated genocide
Through word of mouth
Autographed accounting
Bibliography bully
Of desperate
Domesticated genocide
Plagiarized status quo
Extensions of corruption
Woven web
Insecticide companies
Invest in domesticated genocide
Deep ecology grinding its gears
Intensifying it’s failure
The side business
Oil and gasoline
Highly flammable
Like minds longing
For the names of betrayal
Where it lives all over imperialism
Social mediums psychic

Not so sure
not so sure
they know what is what
what they do
that is for what people see
them doing
what they do for being human?
not so sure they think there is a difference
how much of what we do
is for the perspective of others
smothering originality
with a pillow
and shoot!!

All it takes us one glimpse
Of resistance
To take all focus away

all I am is an imagination
I do not want to be hallucinated by anyone
no matter how clear and real
it may seem
keep uneducated and educated hallucinations
to yourself
or atleast away from me
and the illusion of choice

I cannot give birth
I will just fade away
innocent fatherhood
the bystander
while I watch them grow
admiring her
fascinated
mesmerized
creating everything except new life
she is the most beautiful
fertile passionate

impostor of origins
indulging failure
obscuring love
fantasizing friction
glory of absence
in the beginning
was silence

most times I dont give a ****
how society deals with race
Im to busy with the inner conflict
instilled within me
If I can cooperate with myself
thats the best that I can change
you all fight to the death
whiteness has given no other choice
out there in America
my inner whiteness is the servant
of my blackness

Talking bout race politics
Minority acceptance
My parent had consensual ***
Black and white
Your dilemma doesn’t exist to me
It is me
But being born
Is different than your understanding
Of race war and genocide
No matter how smiley
The words
Or how silencing bombs
Shaking the ground apart
Minority
Killing me
Diagnosing exclusivitys
Since Revolution begun
As if this human reunion
Is all of the sudden peaceful
Loving
Kind
So I fell in love with you

At the last moment
In between
Absolute indulgence
And Acknowledging
deep
irreversible mistakes
Communicating
by means of this mistake
Referred to as Purpose
That is accidentally short sighted
Confidence radiates
In the last moments
They demand
We forget where we are
Lavish who we are with
With apathetic love
Rampage
Who is it to show?
At the last moment
To feel what it is like
To be a human
On purpose  
Thorough and forever
Without relentless fear
Doubt or guilt
To ravage the earth
Proudly mistaken
Possibly covered
In the blood of apathy
Helping to finally
Fully let go
Form of artificial intelligence
Organic decomposition
At the last moment
It’s worst ever
Making a violent comeback
In the name of peace
Like it could ever put us back together again
Without chains and cages
Without lying about who we are
At the last moment
Without ocean and ships
Indulging in vengeance
At the last moment
Only seeing betrayal

and all of the sudden
nature churns from the depths
a superhuman
a foundation
a stage
shoulders to put weight
on which
chaos performs
mistaken identities
bartering whiteness
out of control
begging for mercy
at its end
demanding intervention
fake worth
learning to love hatred
misplaced
ignoring birth
not unnoticed
failing
existing in nature’s realm of severity
all beat up
with its weaponized enemies

I cannot believe Im bleeding again!
all over my white shirt
all over social media
bleeding all over youtube
blood all over academia
how much blood do I have to spill?
why aren’t they standing up for me
bleeding all over whiteness
bleeding all over my heart

Searching for words to write
Is purity
Traveling light years
In and out of
Existence
Then they smash through
Your eyes
Into infinity
Your logic gives up
And surrender
is no longer just a game
It is for real this time

Sometimes I auction myself to myself
Sometimes I enslave myself
Then late at night
Instead of sleeping
I desperately break out of captivity
I teach myself how to read in write in secrecy
With a vengeance
Sometime I am the overseer
Brutal
I lash myself until my back is open and ******
I catch myself stepping out of place
We give each other space
Black and white and me
I have become very strong
This ebb and flow
This internal struggle
Ever since white people needed to **** black women
In this struggle that is relentless and eternal
Sometimes I settle for being
Simply a human
That is when I grow the most

ok cupid
mother earth needs mates
when I am through
the *** is exhausted
eternal sleep
must be nutritious
to my soil
decompose peacefully
so my children grow
plants nourished
I love you
waste
body
sharpening arrows
for the soul of earth
scared sacred
loving compost

God is a native
Obsessed with decomposition
Pressure experiences
United States of being
What beliefs
Does decomposition
Hold true
Does an innocent smile
Still exist

Keep reading this poem
Stay focused and you will be okay
Safe from possible eye contact
With a possible assumption
Of the meaning of your eyes
A misinterpretation
Plotting momentum
surrounded by loving militant apathy
Possible beginning of interactions
Leading to heartbreak
Conversations lost to the ether
Removed from the immortality
Of the poem

the dunes
exfoliating our bare naked skin
the ocean is there
I can feel it
making me
and the sun is caressing our new skin
the clouds are moving too fast
for me to keep track of the shapes
this is how life begins
on the shores of love and gratitude
this is the end of worries
that stop dreams before they start
sinking through the top layer of the dune
trusting the depths we carefully travel into one another
this one day has been seven days
and only we know
in each others lips
that time does not exist yet

all we are is seasoned revolutionaries
like a sun
even though the intentions
were to beat us down
cook us down
own us down
slowly and steadily
deplete our constitution
our bodies
minds and families
into something else
other
than what we were
where we were from
origins
bleached white
like slaves cotton laundry
quarters spilled onto fertile land
becoming many mansions

Enough of this ******* spree!
No more you and me alone
lived alone died alone
Actually you watched me die alone
I paid attention to how to grow things beyond imaginations wild
My inner child roars
and lions ride out on elephant tusks
My heart is not carved from ivory or mahogany
It grew!
It was never shaped by anyone
Like being in love and stepping in **** all at once
She can tell how much
this world has destroyed in my life
and she just wants my focus on her
No more world weighting you down
Just be with me and love again

colonialism is making me nervous
and is doesn't even deserve us

the earth churns reincarnation
life
like thoughts
like different size particles
molecules
different movement
different temperature
different heat
what is the temperature of existence?
the temperature of time
the coldest conceivable
frozen beyond movement
the essence
the excess
of stillness
excess of organic behavior
artificial compassion
the temperature of knowing plants
and what they do to human existence
is far more advanced
than any modern technology
and its doubt of evolution

Trying to write fiction
is like pretending I am not ******
That I am passed ***
moved on
ahead
or beyond
and on to intelligence
I can assure you that no matter how disguised
in eloquence of academia’s violent explosion
It is actually soaked with ***
and it is dripping out everywhere
I do not mind if no one else is noticing
I gladly wipe up dripping ***
refined moistness
what we share
is directly related to the creation of life
inherently ******
That professor may be mathematics on the outside
But so is the *** it desires to indulge in
once the equation is exhausted

Cards for humanity
Go stare at your screen
While people starve
Telling children of the right age
Santa wasn’t actually white
he was black and native
Grow excess food for each other
“Give all land back to natives
Stop pretending you are the ****
Cause you have light skin
And can call yourself white”
Tweets mixed race trump
Ignorant means cowardly
Watch more people **** each other
Over resources for indulgence
Empathize
Bark ferociously at a pet on a leash
Eat dog food on YouTube
Super imagine if starving people got the money in food
That are making there goods
Spoof super size me
For a couple weeks maybe
You should never not know how to produce your food
You should know fire
Intimately
Society changes like fire
Not like politics
Or statistics
Composed by intellectual agreements
Inclusive to a few
Organic decomposition
Unravels fierce
Friction fire
Moments like these are special
The force necessary to maintain
Freedom
Must be spontaneous
Overbearing
Loving
Public and proud

the symptom is happiness
ritualistic ignorance
the family structure of apathy
the family structure of whiteness
that is the politics of slavery
the problem is that
it is barely possible to survive
for most who are satisfied with their lives
I know they are addicted
to the life style slavery makes possible
the whiteness that made slavery
the sugary crystals cotton indulging
inuendo ****
still even though many rotted into reincarnation
for those still claiming to be white
their scales have to be tipped
or they will never realize in time
that our fight is their fight
that we do not sleep at night
make the world just as hard to bare
not safe behind the glass shattered
razor sharp explosion in a living room
becomes the same dying rooms
of the procreation of free labor
and what is a union
whiteness would have never known
without the business of black revolution
the physical offensive of violence
that with lethal blows
says
your not better than me
you are all worse than blackness
worse than terrorists
worse than all the fears
that you needed to sustain your delusion
of being white
so you could watch on the outside
eat the sugar
wear the clothing
listen to the music
of a suffering superior human being
evolved past the decrepit imagination of the white American team
maybe if it became hard enough
you would have been with us
you wouldn’t have betrayed us
pretended to be hip
pretending to be sensitive
to the feelings of dying for being black
for being too compassionate
for being too forgiving
for being too intelligent
for working too hard
whiteness we will not go down with you

vacationland
but since little kid listening
intently
growing
they taught me
there was nothing
no beauty
before being set free
from slavery
I lived side by side with this
but where I was taken from
where my people live
is the most sought after
beautiful places in the world
the comfort of a repeating sun
equator
the *** and blue ocean
the warm oceans and sand
smoothing out differences
those islands used for sugar plantations
loved by kings and queens
traded us for *** and sugar
to slave ship owners
in New England
tell the children that you do not need
to be isolated in the factory of America
you don’t need to change it
your land where skin became dark
all day everyday
is the most beautiful
worth while place to be

*** happens
*** thinks

Come join us
at the international
Writer’s opposite of a retreat
Where we convene to write
in the places that have the least amount of peace
On the front lines of genocide
At home and abroad
Exposing through writing
The urgency of our work

our message to the complacent retreat
Join us as we forever
For all to see
Unravel imperialism contest
Protect the innocent  from unnecessary suffering
With paper pens cell phones I pads computers
no entry fee needed
Three awards for the best poetry
Non fiction and fiction
first and last prize is life and a future

whiteness should
is
and will
be held accountable
for abusing
our imagination

the children
have become my ego
where ever I go
they are with me
deciding my thoughts
earning my choices
giving me my reasons
love is logic
love is burning me alive

I want to sink your battle ship
I want to play risk with you
I want to monopolize you
I want to say Im sorry
I want to get in your candy land
I want to hear you yell yahtze yahtze!
I want to scrabble you
I want to hear you yell jenga!
I want to play check hers
and I definitely want to check mate you

layers of trauma
birth
tribal
social
integrative trauma
god trauma
evolutionary trauma
integrating everything
weaving trauma
unravelling
secretly
integrating layers of trauma
with the fine thread of hope
that is desire

its so nice to have you all here
to watch me unravel
it makes me feel safe
usually I haev to unravel alone
I can do it myself
but I would rather other people be involved
it takes some of the pressure off
and that is what god is
pressure

Dear natives
Please come back to your land
I have seen through
The genocidal construction
Of whiteness
Into this world we are born
Together
I am soaked with forgiveness
Dripping gratitude tears of joy
In all struggle to become human
I have found you
Howling in the night
Surrounding me
Guiding ancestors
Visions in my sleep
Awakening to relentless
Reconciliation
The harm of many alone I can undo
Healing you is healing me

make America great again!
make whiteness human again
we love you!

Imagine the oppressor
Imagine the oppressed
Comfort your anxieties
With the mantra
Torture and punishment has happened
To shape the confidence of your language
Stealing original image
Vengeance must be imagined or it will consume you all like fire
Imagine the fire
Begin a new hallucination
Social limits
Aesthetic will not care
if it were put off any longer we would be gone
Give importance just to ruin it
I am building upon it
It has never gone away
risking life and risking death are the same

Man doesn’t want to embarass anyone
or make anyone feel guilty
about the status quo
of being a man
so he cries alone by the river
as often as it rains
he listens to his breath
through the flute
his daughters
who are his heart
secretly overrule his manhood
when man is done
brutally expelling
threats to families
securing land for whiteness
slaughtering natives
pillaging foreign hearts
he puts the violence safely aside
the violence that shapes
moments of peace
the warrior walks naked through his home
vulnerable
weaponless
expelling threats
returning to tranquility and love
innocence is lost
then regained
making them stronger
and stronger
man
the real man
is a secret