They say Africa is a dark dark continent

It’s true

We produce one of the darkest crisp coffee

They say we live in the bush

It’s true

We love the rose bush

They say Africa is just one country

That’s right

The unity makes us one

They say we love violence

Absolutely

We just can’t wait for the violins to lead the violent thumbing of the African drums

They say Africa is an uncivilized continent

That’s right

Our civilization is above western imagination’s classification

They say Africans live with monkeys

That’s right

We’re lovable by nature

They say Africa is a filthy continent

That’s right

Thy continent is filled with the different races of all the world

They say we were slaves

That’s right

We overcame slavery

But they are still enslaved by their brains

They say Africa is worthless

Well it’s because they are milking our minerals

So it’s true

They say these and that

We say we are who we are

We are the Africa that some of the Europeans run to in order to escape their unjust countries

We are the Africa that developed all the countries in the world

We are the Africa that holds the highest wealth underground

We are the Africa that every European country wants to get for themselves

We are the Africa that gave birth to all the different continents

We are who we are

We love who we are

My teeth sinking into his chest
creates earthquakes,
kills worlds of microbes,
shifts tectonic plates and brings him rising to meet me.

When I lick his skin, a thousand oceans are born, and then die.

My fingertip dancing across his skin
blooms a forest where it lands,
which wastes away to desert
as soon as I have left him.

We are universes colliding, my love.
Let's see how big of a bang we can make.
Let's fling our stardust out into a whole other creation.

When I am gone
One will take my place
If I am lucky
With my silent liaison
Between source of all things
Two will

This is my hope
Fickle dopamine drizzle
Upon mon dreary friend
I will squirt that stuff everywhere
Then hope some more
That a mess it wont make
Lest a smile you doth crack
In all of your seriousness

Then my mission
To raise consciousness
Will be complete

My wall was not always stained red;
the map that hangs upon it has bled
from state and country and continent,
the scarlet of a million lives
seeped through porous paper skin,
akin to the breached security of violated hearts,
severed arteries never to be rejuvenated
with the livelihood of broken nations -
left to weep,
wounds unhealable in the pained whirlpool of terror and tragedy.

Silence
Timeless waiting
Rushing water
Suspended in ether
The calling of angels
The cradle of God
Outgrown

The lesser God
The mother's milk
Suspended in flesh
Melodious voices
Replacing the song
Of angels and ether
And objective love

The false God
The wanting
The trying
The failing
The short
Temper
Of reality

Calling to the cradle
Savoring the waning time
Searching for lost angels
Forgetting their faces
Forgetting their names
Waiting for their voices
Calling back home


Outgrown
The rushing time
The calling of temptation
The timeless waiting
The hold of flesh
To the silence and
The cradle of God

The Moon and the Stars*

It all started one night under the stars.

Lying in the field on the clearest yet brisk last nights of summer's warm-held grasp. Telescope, blankets, friends and stars. We watched and waited as satellites and planes flew overhead; deciphering shooting star from orbital waste, relearning and recalling constellations recognized throughout man's lifelong past. Gazing into the wide open of the unknown with thoughts of extra-terrestrial, black holes, and the possibility of life after death.

The darker the night the more magic seemed to exist. After wrapping up our outdoor viewing of the universe, we headed indoors for peaceful sessions of passing the pipe while listening to shamanic throat singing and overtones, as our friends sat *gravely entranced, zoning out to the wonders of the world covered by media through National Geographic and the world-wide-web.

It was somewhere a midst all this where I find myself; body calm and mind relaxed, propped up on the couch pondering the innermost immortal thoughts of the interconnectedness of life and death and sound and energy, spirit and soul as visions of spirals infinitely intertwining as one appear before my eyes. The sensations of what I imagine the reference of “getting the gears rolling” in the center of my brain as my pineal gland begins its first steps of decalcification brought about by the intentions of man.

Up until this point my life was on a one track path. A steady straight line towards the unknown, unawakened, and ignorantly naive, believing everything I had been taught up until that moment was a true solid fact. With this new sensation of the potential for higher vibrations within my own soul, my heart began to rapidly race but without pain and suffering, rather with the excitement of this new realized grace.

Awakening to this new idea, to this new age, to this *new way of life.