I have no earthly idea what love is;
It's divine.


F.Z.**N

I was walking with my Brother, my
faraway Mother, and it began to rain down blood.
     We approached my car,
the parking lot was grey and tired and uncrowded.
As these red tears fell against our shoulders, marking our clothes indefinitely, the two of them said blasphemy and I walked on.
"Yes. It's been raining red wine recently."
We looked up to admire it
easy and unskeptical;
my brother's mouth widened. A droplet overpassed my lips. I smelled it, tasted it:
Iron,
Bile.
"It's not wine,"I said.
My brother spit his mouthful out, and he started up explaining us
The horrors of our current climate change.
Chemical rain was coming on now daily.
The clouds and sky purged out the rest of their discolored agony, and I was astounded by its elegance, color.
At least this was something new.

I'm in an inquisitive mood so I want to ask you does it matter that my skin tone is somewhat darker than you?
Does it matter that I'm neither Skinnier or fatter that I don't have kool aid and malt liquor taking up space in my bladder?
that I'm reading Akira, a manga, a very good one at that, does it seem odd to you, that I do these things, yet I'm black?

Does it make me less of a black man, no scratch that does it make me less of a human
that I'm proud of my roots but hate what people can do? That I honestly see in the world behind my eyes
that a guy with a beard and turban can fly these friendly skies unchallenged or is that just a hallucination brought on by too much purple drank and watermelon
Does it matter that I don't intend on being a felon or having a record
that I sometimes think the world's on a chessboard while I'm stuck with checkers

Is it too much to ask
that one day harmony happens with an ear splitting blast
that my skin tone or ring tone won't matter in the greater scheme of things...
that maybe the fact that my name isn't to blame for what others do in slew of what's really happening.. what do you think?

My mind is a place that is my own
Somewhere to hide from this cruel world
To be alone with myself in a space so small
Where no one can hear me at all
Any innocent person might think they understand
Society believes they know what happens
But it’s only a sly illusion
Used to cover questionable thoughts
My mind is a place that I call mine
Not his
Nor hers
Simply mine
My incoherent observations would make no sense
So, I’ll just save the world some time
Unless you’re willing to listen
To every disturbing idea that rises
Maybe you can see that this person is actually me
And I’m hoping you’ll stick around no matter how crazy I may sound
Because my mind is a place that is my own

Greed possesses foolish men.
Fate is real, luck is play pretend.
All life must face an end,
this we all comprehend.
Yet we all contend, making amends
For shiny stuff, we can't take with us, in the end.

I've come to see,
This daylight adrift; amidst.
Refracting my joyless abyss.
Shadows of doubt linger; restless.
Misleading my moral compass,
Distant places that shouldn't exist.
Darkest corners of a timeless eclipse.
The more emotions I emit.
This cloud's progress persist.
So remise, I dismiss fears that are amiss.

Many have come,
Even more have passed.
Feelings linger the longer it last.
The future presents tomorrows past.
Like the words of a rough draft,
Our draft lead us down a lonely path.

I used to be scared of monsters under my bed
Now I'm just scared of the ones in the mirror
Sometimes I wish I could just be dead
Than seeing them come closer and closer

Each and every day, they misled
Made me think I was a horror
Implanting these thoughts in my head
That I needed to be better

That I needed to be taller,
That i should be prettier,
That i needed to be skinnier.

Those monsters in the mirror,
they were actually just myself
Speaking the truth, reading the thread
Of society's standards, inside my head

exciting ideas blaze through
a shower, a moment,
a life, with you