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

Is to
Show them your pretty mess
those disasters that stir us
in such inappropriate ways

You are
the dispersion of colors
we cannot see with
our own bare eyes

You are in shambles
a wondrous disarray
of sinful parts

falling apart
being true to You
always wild
and unmistakably free

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...

The man with the fake tan
is in the house painted
arrogant white
How he fits well sitted
Says he is
the new messiah
Follow him
So into oblivion we go
but the road is out
and we are left in the cold
with no shoes  
no bodies clothed
While the fake tan man
ignores the sweltering
heat about him
pays his buddies voiceless
like all good billionaires do
bad news for all of us
from the man with
the basketball skin

I don't ask for much
a kiss now and then
To be spoken to
with reverence and kindness

My throat is somehow
not speaking its truth
these days
just a succumbing to every
whim but mine

and nothing to show for it
but this lousy t-shirt
that says "life is good"
It can't be that easy
where are the t-shirts
that proclaim the truth

*"Life is good as long as you
don't have a clue about anything.
Life is a conglomerate of
contradictions at which we all should
strive to embody the center of nonduality
for true inner peace."

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

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

We are the one s
Who have slept
eyes open
Sleep walking
awake
In daydreams
‘It’s too sad’
We weep
‘too noisy’
we wail
To be without
The bliss
Of not knowing
To exist in the
Reality of a harsh world
but the Earth needs
you awake while you’re here
to tread
gently upon the Earth
To give yourself
Time to unfurl
from the brutality of this
modern world
to stop Her destruction
by being mindful
of everything you do
You have arrived
At your destiny
Awake child
Awake.

It takes all types
to consume it
as though you
could sip this cold rage
brimming
does it render me to
rise above the madness
their petty little cuts
or do I gently sit
inside the calm and pray
for pragmitism
it has left
their souls willfully
I know the sound of what
wasp music makes
and it comes painted in
fraudulent gold.

Give them a drink
then watch them cascade
to the sky
they look for the good food
light from the Sun
will pour into your soul
when you remember to
give them a drink
and breathe...

We are unsung but
natural born
free formed like
Marley does dreads
all in your head
like we be the toast
of humanity
out from calamity
a designed order
from chaos
the dark
matter
that matters
the sentient beings
with celestial wings
bringing galaxies
as cosmic bound
earthlings
we define we

We are not so fortunate
striving for arrogance
leaving us armor-less

no warning of
our decay
the morals

Are we so hollow
and rotten to the bone

Do we have bones
and is our hatred
fortress enough

We were intelligent once.
Nothing was artificial about us.
The stars reigned over
our astrology.
we were content.
We read the sky. like
prophets undying.
We listened to the soft
voices of the rain and plants.
We obeyed our station in the world.
to the rhythm of everything.

What happened to us.

we
held
intelligence
once.

and we'll begin again.
releasing what
has to be shed.
keeping the core
of our souls intact
like trees

we will be still
like the wisdom
of trees.

"For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?" Mark 8:36

Sleep is the last thing
you want to do
You could miss the apocalypse
Miss Florida on fire

You've wasted so much time
trying to belong
to fit in that tiny
pegged square hole

But you are the circumference
Conforming your
way to happiness
indulging in mediocrity

Time is now
for something authentic
something more burning
than the flesh of hades

Seize god by holding her
in silence and hearing
her deep