I write poems in the dark
when I’m more vulnerable
when everyone is sleeping
while I bleed my feelings out
in letters that stand one after the other.

I didn’t learn how to be eloquent
it just happens to me once in a while every time my mind is about to colapse.

I feel everything intensely
and sometimes I try to put them in a cage
I place them there until there’s no room for more and then
they just explode.

I write them in the darkness of my bed
the place where I feel safe
the place where I can be alone with myself
the place that has witnessed uncontrollable breakdowns and
that has dried up a whole ocean of tears.

I write poems in the dark because
it’s the only place where I am me.

You can call us all, including our dog, your hero men  
So when you need help quickly call 9/11  
Rescue we try and save you we hope, from Gods sun filled heaven    
but sometimes we lose out to the devil in this ash scattered hell    
Climbing the steps and spraying the fire, that nobody's skin should've felt    
Bringing you out, one by one, just hold on tight to my safety belt.
    
We are there to protect you, not to distress you    
Dressed in blue, pistol and taser at side, all in full view    
We arrest the speedsters, traffickers and all the gangsters    
Let the judges decide if the sentence should incur extra time for visitors    
Your lawyers, barristers and familiar jailbird friends    
Will testify, use false alibi to get you off and to make amends.
    
We're racing to the scene with the medicine in the back    
Inside bed, needles and portable CPR machine, just in case of a heart attack    
We will revive the dead, patch up a sore head and even help mother with newborn    
So let us through with ease and don't for a second put your hand on the horn    
For one day, it might be you or your family or even a long lost friend    
That is waiting for the moving medical miracle machine in the end.
    
We dress in disguise, mainly in tree green and dirt black    
On the back of tanks, falling from the sky and we won't take any flak    
We're here with orders from the guy at the top    
So don't get upset at us, when we come back with a hop    
We fight to protect the freedom of all mankind    
Just doing our job and hoping not to leave, anybody behind.

Brown is the color you get when you mix all the others together
So they never know where I am from

I am the resident brown person.
The closest skin that tans
that’s who they think I must be

Your children play with modeling clay, play doh, and with different colored squishy slime.

When you put them to bed, take as many colors as you can from their play box and knead them together and you’ll understand why my skin is brown.

And maybe you won’t have to ask where I am from two, three or four times only to still refuse what is obvious
So obvious they forgot to put it in history books

When you enslave, colonize, migrate
You mix
The coalescence and coagulation of blood into human skin
This  should be of no surprise
you mix
Brown children on the back of white mothers, brown children on the backs of black fathers
Brown children tied to the curve of brown womyn’s backs

So do you understand why America is a brown womxn, too?

Here I am once more,
Trying to grasp what I can’t comprehend.
You speak to me in strange tongues.
Lesbian? I thought you were American.

while warring on the side of peace I fell to laughing like the medicine of legend and

i found I came here in the nineties and I remind myself

if its truth is yours, y' know

otherwise, we survive.
we live in joy in every generation,
the patient perfect answer
to
Generated
Adversarial
Networks

old school rule surely the net is spread
in vain in the sight
of any bird

ah fantasy how do you form the knots
that bind reality
to
not me? A quest? same as a question,
all over seen by the serpent

standing ***** facing west,
on the point of ever

questing
testing
at this point. You passed. Look for survivors. Ask for nothing.

Quapaw is an extinct language
of an American Indian tribe
of Arkansas U.S.A.

I wonder
how many other languages
have humans spoken throughout history
which are now extinct?

I wonder
what secrets
did these lost languages contain
about how to live
a joyful and happy life
within Destiny?