white face,
black face.
no basis.
-
white race,
black race.
no place for the theories other than physical reality.
basic and so mortal,
the massive mentality.
believe in everything else
but themselves.
-
ignore their cries for help,
feed into everything else.

im yours if you let me.
let me wild out,
respect me.
never turn down,
neglect me.
-
let me be myself,
show me off to all your friends.
tell them that you've entered new dimensions,
& new realms.
you've uncovered truths that you never believed in,
looking with the eyes
that say all looks arent decieving.
you're commited to decieving.

i was stone cold,
rock hard.
i hid my heart away
from all acclaimed as worthy
i just had to keep it safe.
i was bitter,
unfamiliar
with a touch poorly displayed.
each time i would encounter you
my interest would evade.
didnt know what i was feeling but
it always felt so strange.
a few hundred light years later
& i think my view has changed...
-
i find myself crumbling at the touch of your warmth,
and in the arms of your embrace
i could weather any storm.
my barriers are breaking,
no room left to escape.
im in the space
where you conditioned
my state,
without credit or mention;
and this feeling that i once built for war
and for tension...
now has my attention.

i know that you're happy...
most days.
& i know that you're cautious
looking out,
both ways.
i see that you're focused,
on a path,
you seek wealth.
& i know that these days you rarely feel like yourself.
i know that you're human
& if not human then,
i know that you were here long enough
so you're conditioned
to the nature of the human &
humanly conditions.
i know that your position makes it hard to go slow,
im listening and watching all the actions you show.
a glimpse of where you can go,
and where you can grow.
i see you,
i know
that i cant judge a book by its cover
or by another.
& i know we're distant by ages,
i know i cant predict the story
by only reading two pages.

strong connection
to whats destined;
bring the drama,
lose connection.
lose direction
when you feed too much perceptions.
desolation is the new tie,
addressing what you deny.
true colors start to show,
but did they ever really go?
regardless if you saw,
you knew.
we moved too fast so
we outgrew
the spark that brought us to ignition;
that gave us all we needed,
a free trial
and permission.
& its not that it wasn't meant to be
but most of us are blind to what we say and we want to see...