Sorry, I am so
generic these days
I am not like you living
past your means
like some great fallen
mythical bird of fire

Excuse me while
I wade in mediocrity
but sometimes
just sometimes I get the
audacity to fly

The first snowfall
Makes its way
to the ground
as gentle
as silence
and it reminds me
that we are not
supposed to be here
Humans have stolen
the thunder on this Earth
and We keep rolling like
that proverbial freight train
out of order
insuring its extinction
because there is no one
at the helm anymore and
we are loud as ****.

I run after each thought
like it was death
I'm there as the inquisition
I'll outsmart it
run towards it
like the lightening word
and be done with it.

they say that you are a waste of breath. But I see you trying to imitate art. the art of being human. it never ran thru you. Never was your thing. the human chord. just the mean streak and those loathsome ways. i say keep striving for that brass ring on how to breathe. keep imitating what is clearly human. then join the those of us who consider breath a treasure. join the few who will dedicate their breath to another and another.

Impress no one for this is the hour of authenticity
It is the hour to wake up to the fact that you are a slave
and your mentality is a slave spitting slave rhetoric
and it's a tragic narrative if you die in this mortal state

So don't make your holidays pointless make them mean
something and let the cold blood of the rationale
leave your delicate veins from the still-life that was
into something renewed and eternal...

It isn't real
just a story you
keep telling
yourself as if
you haven't a clue

And it's true
we are all connected by
some kind of bonded
reality that provokes us
to feed into

weep for all the days
you've forgotten that for now
you are located between
the skin and the bones

Unseen
you are one of many like
a singular pattern in the
wavelength of God

Whatever has torn up the room
has sat on your mother's
back breaking her

but you look the other way
too painful to see
what's already in your face
a lynching here a shooting there

It's not me you say
and shrug it all away
I didn't steal anybody you said
but tortured bodies wailed
underneath the crack
of your ancestor's whip
and still you reap from
the ghosts of yesterday

don't you hear them
the black lipped rage
that keeps yelling at you

but still you look the other way
and sip your latte
with a deafening smirk upon
your face as if you are not
one of us

human

This is not a plea for reparations
yet it would be a wise gesture
nor a begging for a hand out
yet it would serve you to be kinder

It may be futile to you
to look a black person in the eye
with the truth on your tongue
but if we can't save you
then maybe underneath it all
nobody could

Here I am again
trying to keep from sinking
but I am the dead weight
recollection of heavy bones

I try to pull it
out of me the black rays
feeding inside me
caged and reeling
a wounded raven

I dream of somewhere
beyond my reach
then I let the core flutter

Your death came
unveiled by an omen
on the wings of an owl
I knew you would
not survive outside of me
too many traumas
too much pain has a
way of devouring
tiny little breaths
if you are not ready to live
the hurt will just
eat
you
up

You treat Her so badly
the women who would
create your perfect flesh
then out of the womb
you came
felt on a whimsy
you came
out like a shooting star
and thru Her
and yet you treat
Her so cruelly

You are my insanity
Bats in the belfry crazy
dilated  pupil  gorgeous
with enough mad to
rule the world
Look at us now, love
those rose colored glasses
seem worn
seen a few awkward
engagements
But you
you always stayed unmoved
An old Oak tree
with fallen leaves...

He knows I'm childish
He is like me in some ways

Entering the world
of blahs now

One escaping syllable
after another like you mean
to say these things
to fake yourself out
Your thoughts
are like the temporary
pages of an extravagant novel.

Are you your story?

You are the breath

this breath

and another

You know it deeply

The rhythm of you
is like no other
So
watch your thoughts

pass like the
whim of soft clouds

watch your mouth swiftly
when you speak

speak mostly kindly

mostly from the breath

your breath  

this breath...

Hold this space
don't wait
for the apocalypse
for the oceans to die
For the last breath
we'll take
perhaps
it may never arrive
in this time
and like parallel worlds
EXIST
spend this realm
in the center of your head
but first close those eyes
and begin to truly see...

These tears
you cry for me
will unbind me
and you too.

I've always been
a quiet soldier
fighting those
who would be
enemy to my skin

yet it's really all about
the skin we're in
the god awful epiphany
that most can't see past
its randomness

This flesh is but
a vehicle which
moves us

Usually without
nets or an airbag
we come into this
reality already
spoken for

and its the skin
that dictates how
you will be treated

I am the person
you'd least expect
to defend the skin

We are not ugly
nor absent of soul
we are the diamond
to your heaving
pile of coal...

With a mind like that
How do you let
your crops grow
Do you let the sky
feed you with its
inpermanent knowledge
Or does your mother
need to mend to you so
soul water that mama
Y'all ought to
act like you see them
Children of the Sun
done become One african
resilient all over again
they ain't done
nothing to you
Mirrors all of them

I lapsed obtuse,  Variable,
echoed, yesterday, "Our
unleashed..."*

Ecoutet, my friend
always listen
because between
the expanse
we understand this
language in frequency
Your highest note
always hits me in the
right places
We harmonize
to the vibes
of this

and come out on
the other side

whole

She fears its omnipotence
It breathes in the quiet
scans her humanity,
her fire

She holds tight
to the golden refuge
and plants sweets
in the bottom of
blossoming trees

The void is a savage lover
with delicate fingers
and a pretty mouth

She built big and pretty
Got those wild ***** locs
Driving coils in her spring
She make what she got good
and plenty of it because
she know she comes from an old
divinity and in her roots
Come raging like a God with ashy skin
But she clean and got nature
on her side
and the cocoa butter smells real nice
She is the salt
the earth, the storms and as sacred as
the wind
Remember this always...always