I do not think that people
will ever understand
the mind of poetry,
to leave these words behind
and hoping that someday
the steps I walked on by
will catch me by the hand
be my memory,
be my sanity,

We do not fight monsters
we fight illusions
that are much better
than this reality
where we are stronger,
wiser, richer, and full.

Truth is found when one can
Reconcile the irreconcilable
That’s why it’s so elusive
And Illusive
Because you can’t,not completely,
At least not humanity,
Paradoxes obscure, but also vindicate,
The all
And everything.
And creation is a scientist
And we are its Petri dish,
And creation is a mystic,
And we are its parish.

fly free
fly free of propaganda
fly free of paraphernalia
fly free of pledges, placards, pristine

sit idle as our sisters are shot
sit idle as our brothers are shot
we sit idle as those who free us from oppression, oppress


we form connections
we form a union
we form an uprising
we form the formless, anarchy
we form a mass grave

we forget

we seek out change

we repeat

fly free, fly free