‘The rebels always find each other,’
the old men used to say, scowling
at us and our feral-haired friends
in the slums of Nairobi.
Tell my people I love them.

The rebels do not know who they are
but they know who they are not;
they know they are breathing bad air,
they know something is not quite right here.

The rebels always find each other,
communicating on some soul-dimension of revolutionary
called to understand, called to speak,
called to live and live well the cause of peace.
Let them be alone if they must.
They will empty their pockets for the freedom of the world
and feel themselves the winners of some crazy cosmic sweepstakes--
tell my people I love them.

The rebels always find each other
far from home,
far from other.
They find each other and remind each other:
to tell despair to *******,
to reach for light,
to stay up all night seeking,
because the rebels will find each other
and be found--
tell my people
I love them

by Teej Mali

Have you ever had that one moment?
That one time?
When you thought "Everything is fine now"
When all the negativities in your life paused...Finally!!!
But than you came across another hurricane.
Twice as destructive.

The first one hits the moment God opened my eyes,
and it lasted for thirteen years.
I tried to escape, but I couldn't
Mom shackled me along her addictions.
She locked me away in her basement,
and filled it up with tear gas.

So I went to high school in the states under grandma's order.
Away from my alcoholic mother
Away from the torture
Away from the screaming
Away from the bleeding and beatings.
I finally escaped from this wasteland,
and now I am in a garden of roses.
Thank you grandma!!!

I found peace
I saw the world from a different perspective,
and never had to drink that salt water again.

But, I am back now.
Back to the birthplace of my nightmares.
And I brought souvenirs,
peace and I are friends now.
Wooh!!! Wooh!!! Huh! Huh!
Not so fast young man.

Grandma,
why is my calf been numb for the last five years?
Son are you saying what I think your saying?

So eventually,
I found out that I have been dealing with leprosy,
a life threatening disease.
I've had it for five to ten years max the Doc says.

To find better days,
one must fight through the storm.
To find peace,
one must swim through their tears.

And I have my whole life a head of me.
Tomorrow is a mystery,
but I will hold on hope.

(totally unedited)



what is this madness in the world??
how is this even happening??
so, we have not enough scourges...??
matters little what creed or colour

these are human beings
just like you and me
and children...

no, this is insane
perhaps I have not enough in me
to understand this level of madness
to cope with this


this is insane




st64......thurs, 22 aug

never knew you
except from
far away

never loved you
except from
far away

never
except for
in poems and colors

and  
...
you know

i never wanted to give
you anything more
than what you wanted.

tonight i was thinking
if the moon were one
of the eyes of God

would it rain every night,
or some nights shine so bright
that even the sleepiest birds

couldn't help singing?
i know
you remember.

dear india,
just one
question:

if you're gone, which you are,
and i'm gone, which i am,
gone like refugees,

why do you
keep showing up
in my dreams?

I was trying
to say that
the ocean and

the night sky
are two of
my closest friends

that we are
called to be
two of the

dreamers, of
those on the
paths of silence

who often find
themselves with hands
and heads pressed

up against the
wailing walls of
a world where

man has power
over man to
his hurt.

Yet Love waits
like a pool
of stars on

the ocean’s face
waiting for us
to step into

it; friend,
brother,
I was trying

to say:
Christ never leaves
me orphan nor

you

please be patient with me my brother
cause this is what the crash looks like
i flew so high i knew the sky
was my friend
and now i can't get more than half awake
these drugs got me in a zombie state
the asylum didn't help and all this heartbreak
isn't helping and i know you'll understand,
i'll feel better someday

but i don't yet

a fire always burns beautiful
but whether it keeps you warm or scorches you
depends on whether it's your home
that's burning into
only ashes left
i wish i had the will to play
i wish that i had more to say
but please be patient
cause i don't yet

i don't yet
i don't yet
i know we haven't seen the end yet
so i promise to hold on, hold on, hold on,
i've never been one
to give up on
something as beautiful as you
i know time heals but i beg you to understand
why only sleep feels real today
i wish i had the strength to limp
i wish i had the strength to speak
but i don't yet
not yet

beg the weeping
heavens for me
please don't let it rain like this for too long
unless this rain means new beginnings
i can't see if it does or not

not yet
not yet
not yet

i'm so sorry for these howling cries
but this is what the crash sounds like
jesus jesus jesus
are you weeping
with me? you emptied
yourself and nobody
understood and unlike
me you were perfect,
you were patient,
as everyone betrayed,
as everyone walked away.
i haven't resisted to the point of death, i won't
till you call me home which i know is
not yet
not yet
not yet

amin abba amin
i belong to you
you won't let me go
not yet
not yet
not ever

amin abba amin

dear saint broken heart
i'm glad you're here
it's been a rough few weeks
between the cancer and the ward,
his dead brother and us losing
each other, less than nothing
i can do but it helps to have you here
your beautiful silence
your saint brokenness
on my shoulder

dear saint bro
we'll be okay
someday
someday
someday

you won't be so scared
and i won't be so blue
i'll be chirping
i'll be dancing
i'll be trying something new

just
like
you

you've always cried
with me you've always
been my dear my only
saint broken hearted birdy boy

this is a
song for the
brothers who survived
too much and
too many and
too long ago

it was written
what was written
this was written

what does it
mean to face
reality and accept--

everybody

need

some

hope some forgiving
some company all
of us need
to quiet the
mind and turn

up the music
take it easy
this is home

find the truth
of a truth
in a sea

of chaos, all
love is art
you are art

the world is
art and god
the ultimate

art
is
t
.
.
.

yeah
babies
guess what

i built an ecovillage thirty feet from the highway
pi planted 3 bamboo today
you gotta see it all

sometime
i know you will
it has you all over it

i love you
no more internet for me for awhile
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