Saw the bean pole and its roots
arguing outdoor with two oppressors bean pole treated unfavourably its on foreign soil doused in free milk but reminded its just another border crosser from a rubber dinghy from Calias Saw the bean pole housed in nursery and greenhouse to propagate now rooted anew its given nutrients but it must do as ordered for no matter what its just another border crosser from a rubber dinghy from Calias Saw bean pole growing tendrils leaves unfold green to catch sunshine but now a puppet amongst others who bend and shape at will bean pole see that plant next to you its taking your nutrients away go block its sun do as we say or else just remember you're just another crosser from a rubber dinghy from Calias Bean pole will grow and bear fruits on foreign soil there's milk and honey but for as long as the sun shines the chains and barbs will hold bean pole is just a stick carrying tendrils to grow the beans eaten by those of the land who to them will always be just another border crosser from a rubber dinghy from Calias
A wild goat lived in his heart
dreaming of paradise so he decided to go there and it was larger than imagined For weeks, he looked for the most beautiful place to live, until one day he approached the border, a wall of mountains, and their weight filled his legs, he could go no farther and stayed where he was without answer when his son asked if this was it, the best, and they of all people the happiest here in paradise
Terach and Abram in 1970 BC
Terach = wild goat, wanderer Collection “From Sacred Scriptures”
There are no guest rooms
because the land is too full for a paradise life The villages arm themselves against newcomers there is no need for them They have to move on, to the hard soil of the mountains, on the edge of the North Paradise or in a bend back to the south, nowhere welcome, nowhere is there enough milk and honey, enough space even if fields fall vacant because of drought, smallpox, or plague The neighbours fight for it because the land is too full for a paradise life
Terach, Abram, Sarai and Lot in 1970 BC
Terach = wild goat, vagrant Collection "From Sacred Scriptures"
Learning to Fly
by Michael R. Burch We are learning to fly every day . . . learning to fly— away, away . . . O, love is not in the ephemeral flight, but love, Love! is our destination— graced land of eternal sunrise, radiant beyond night! Let us bear one another up in our vast migration. Published by The Book of Hope and Dreams (anthology). Keywords/Tags: learn, learning, fly, flying, flight, destination, migration, destination, heaven, love, eternity, eternal sunrise
Ba ba black man
wandering the flaming sun/ Why do you choose to smear the night? is it that you're too sour for truth and light? / What’s your guilt? why running from the sanctuary your ancestors built? / Traveler beneath my country’s fire-rain off to the backyard and heave my pain/ If you deem freedom to be tons of dollar come swing ***** of dust into the eyes of your mother/ Life of a dark traveler isn’t a small joke so don’t you find my words a suffocating smoke/
Geese scrambling on the roof
scratching uncertainly. Seeking balance. Steady purchase on a ceiling peak; perched. Finding home, flocks frayed by the Four winds and Fate. Honking hellos and goodbyes. HONK HONK
Listen while reciting - Enjoy!! ----- Alchemical Butterfly wing in the sky eastern diamond bay we were born this way everyone will cry Shhh It's all okay Garden of God at play megalithic dao mirror of now everyone is gay I'm tired of the human race But have love for god I want to leave this earth but float among space And look back, from a pod Im forgetting all name and form And feeling as if I were never born I cannot tell if it is after or before All is now wet, I smile as it pours Another barrier between my place and yours But thats okay I like it inside Closer to my heart for my soul to untie Where there are no clocks because people don't have the time Life is a lie and the truth is everyone will die So set me free from here the land of the sun where people are blind the land of the gun where humans **** their kind My soul is a boat Distant from shore Bending the horizon onward to nevermore no body to tote
listen while reciting
Invisible non-bodies –
collective elctrodynamics, fast and furious nano-flares of hovering incandescence. They need no permission to cross borders, leap checkpoints, falsify fingerprints, scramble eye-scans. They converse in a code of wrangling fury, one alias to another, true identity unknowable. These migrants can’t be detained or deported, They assemble out of nowhere, instigators of disruption, provacators of destruction. There’s no stopping their attraction or repulsion. They represent our deepest fears, for their clandestine agenda is not at all what it appears.
Waking up to the sounds of bombs exploding
Everyday I drown deeper in despair Running from guns, carrying my possesions and I Breathing in the cold poisonous air. Trapped by authority This is no place for a kid to grow As I stand here in the rain I start to draw a Rainbow. Given the choice between death or sea I leave the sandcastle I built to drown We travel for hungry months Our flashlights anticipating, wave after frown As I step foot into my new life Trauma dances around in my eyes For every breath I take here A person in my country dies. I am a puzzle piece with endless corners Humanity was stolen from me a long time ago Therefore home will remain forever lost So I draw another Rainbow.
We fell like the leaves
I blew away with the wind a warm heart only believes that love will never end i should have known there would come a day when winds would blow and birds would fly away a bare branch heaves swinging in the wind indian summer deceives the cold is setting in