libra
the scales
justice is freedom
unequal attention
paid to either side of the scale
imbalanced
equal attention
beyond what has been added
to the scale
is the beam that supports
possibility of change
opportunity
movement
be the beam and give yourself justice
give yourself freedom
own dialiectics
own your language
confidence is inward
during freedom
one is not confined
to function only within the boundaries
or details of a part of the scale
the liberty to function as justice
makes us free

her dog was licking my face
she said,
"wow, usually my dog does not like men."
"I have a secret."
I whispered,
"I am not a man."

Officer to the black woman
let me get that door ma’am
“No thank you."
no no I know you can do it on your own
you have done everything on your own
I mean
you did take care of us
America and all
gave birth to its economy
kept America’s freedom safe
tangible
And you know as well as I
I am the later stages of white supremacy
the excess of mental illness
in uniform
insured
you have been through so much
can I get anything for you?
any mentally ill racist bothering you?
judges
other officers
kids
disabled people
"whoa officer…?"
I don’t care
who ever
Im in uniform
its okay
I’ll **** ‘em
is the president a traitor too?
has he represented you?
black woman
or is he too mixed up to remember?
come on get in the cruiser
Its the limousine of justice

Listen beautiful difference
Privilege
Private ledge
To jump from
No bottom to land
Become used wisely
Our thoughts
Given to make
I’m in love

been so long we started thinking otherwise
looking forward
when our backs have gone
thought that birth was proving humans to you
thought that we could

All it takes us one glimpse
Of resistance
To take all focus away

nativity roars in silence
drowning out
the sounds of whiteness
calming violence

riot fighting
don’t use your hands
elbows and knees
only
strictly
very strict
only fast funning starts
no stationary strikes
recoil fast
and frantic
but strike fast and steady
follow through
dedicate

A love letter to America…
Dear America,
Now that my heart is broken
smashed
destroyed
legally and psychologically
sexually plundered
At least
now
is the first time
that I know
I have a heart
I am consistently amazed
at how autonomous
it used to be
Thats all for now

She loves her reflection
In my eyes
She loves the way I risk
She loves my investment
In revolution
She loves my resistance
Irresistible to her
She loves organic intelligence
My stories made up
And real as making up
Can be
She loves me

I fight for you
You fight me so kindly
I love it so carefully
You could never sneak behind me
Even choose to support condemnation of grief
interrupting mourning
for a night of sleep too soon
The sunset
never looked like any of your paintings
Yet the sunset is not enough
The rise has to be rough
when smiles raise dimples so violent and bright
If mesmerized we burn through the night

The mirrors of substance are not the reflection.
What you see is not what the mirror is made out of.
You are not the reflection either.
The infinitely thin layer that reflects the light creating the image is a shell. What is encased in the shell is the substance that makes up the mirror.
It is internal because it is beyond the reflection.
The reflection is also the perceived absence of the object

miscegeny not misogyny
this is why you don’t know me
it was illegal to understand me
now it is allowed for me to be
nothing
tolerated by language
meant to keep me apart
it is obvious
that it was never intended
for me
to meet
myself
in such an intimate way

you’ll make a great addition to the stars
telescopes wont miss you
you’ll guide the travelers
keep the compasses steady
its already happened
if it will
spill your heart out
why not?
its all you got
its just not enough for them
they want to see it out
to believe it
pumping blood on the floor
ignore it while its in your body
they want to see the lungs you breathe with
the air that made your words
the hair the birds made their nests
the tests that shows whose best
the energy you spend so you can rest
undress and shine in supple eyes
surprise the moment
with random sighs of relief
sheath your weapon
let out your grief

while you were contemplating gender and race roles
millions of years of gender and race mixing were going on

modern native
taking a drive
to console with the eagles
recapturing my breathing
with pinched off
thai basil flowers
first thing in the morning
eating enough Tulsi basil leaves
from the garden
pinched flower breathing
in for 6 seconds
yes a lot of trauma out there
hold for 7 seconds
invisible to recuperate
8 seconds out
everything is perfect
modern native
reminding people
to stop not being human
there is an answer
a cure
a choice
what is the difference
of being white
and being human
when is it that human
became white?
how and why?
oops
apology
modern native
it is one thing to assume
and think
all the natives have been killed
but you must not forget what
natives know about our breathing
and what natives
know about our future
modern native

Mohawks everywhere
along the river
selling souvenirs
colonial body parts
souvenirs
of a failed genocide
vengenocide
vengeance
reverse genocide
reaction to genocide
colonial bodies in the rivers
limp
slander in writing
souvenirs
history of slander
intervened
abandon ships
millions of colonists dead
an eerie and safe silence of colonialism
a genuine sense of unearned guilt
in the natives
now the currents
the currents
having tried to save the colonists
from destroying themselves
but with no other choice
but to exterminate
we do not mention those evil people anymore
those colonists that tried to get rid of us
ended up
getting rid of themselves
on the shores of Africa
colonists rotted on wooden ships
decomposing in the ocean
feeding the wildlife
ships piled up
colonists piled up
dead
the ocean shore is unsafe
diseased for a long time
waterlogged and dead
for opposing freedom

most times I dont give a ****
how society deals with race
Im to busy with the inner conflict
instilled within me
If I can cooperate with myself
thats the best that I can change
you all fight to the death
whiteness has given no other choice
out there in America
my inner whiteness is the servant
of my blackness

Being black
the trauma of America
The early childhood
how do you teach
whiteness
that it is also really black
that its fear of being black
what could happen to them
what has happened to them
is happening
a reason to dissociate
from a melting ***
from humanity
a gateway drug
hallucination
what have you
a split

and more real than your fears

native lives matter
this movement
yes black lives matter
but the vengeance is past due
its native lives that matter
gave us everything
helped black people get free
dying while trying
now they reserved
on reservations
we gonna get em out
free the natives
black lives matter
african lives matter
they doing big things over there
they got our backs whose scars have healed
native lives matter
who do you think
you will ask directions to
when race destroys itself
native lives matter
who will you ask about sustainability?
native lives matter
who brought you all this way
gave the possibility of making the mistake of whiteness
native lives matter
this is the simile of evolution matters
evolution matters

because I have a love affair with trees
the risk is intimate
each one standing
I remember
each chunk
each piece I remember
I feel
the dust in my eyes burning
the razor sharp chain
spinning in my hands
I push them where I want them to go
they are forgiving because its me
they love me and I love them
I do it for them
They are my master
the ground
their roots make me take action
to relish in their lifetimes
longer than mine
It is for the natives
these trees they would have had cut
for a long time
so I intimately interact with these trees
so that I may replenish
what was taken
and restore what evolution
organic intelligence is
how long did you think
you could keep us dissociating
the nativity of God

no such thing as nature poems
until this racist ****
social contruction fades away

colonialism is making me nervous
and is doesn't even deserve us

Words
the destruction of reality
So be gentle
your communication

whiteness
is a verb
it is never a noun

The space I am creating for her
The self I want to give to her
When she wants it
The space I want her to have to grow
To be her best self with me
When she is with me
The stars crumble into topaz crystals
Butterflies blast out of (Latin name for coccoon)
diamond antennae no mercy for the birds
Slicing every edible chance
nibbling her neck and the thin golden chains
Down the inside of her neck
Down into the depth of possibilities
I don’t want to control something with this much power
It would wear me out
Lose myself and she loses herself
Nothing left but the selfish self
Enforced on us after leaving the comfort behind
Those first lips we went through
out of the womb
out of the lips of ******’s sighs and yells
Out of the vaginal lips into the world
Umbilical
no going back now severed
Hearts resonate from anywhere
Even though this space seems in between
I appreciate her focus on what she is doing
It is a **** space that is happening
Reserve builds up the power of the heart

The reserve is the quality of life
My perspective on life
Is the background of the fires I have made
violence itself is like killing the dead
The jazz I come from is steroids for the soul
Communication is invincible !
Exorcising whiteness
Going through years of my poetry for a publisher
I almost called the police on myself for being too black
Every time I write a poem
I think the world is going to end right before I finish it
Is this healthy
Understanding how much power you have harnessed
from being so close to death so many times
I asked death to dance
On the shiny crowded dance floor
We got down all night
I was trying to make eye contact
As she was telling me about herself
But I couldn’t help thinking
Does she know there are people
Investing in the most efficient ways
To get rid of us
Definitely me and my brutal black mind
I nodded still

all I am is an imagination
I do not want to be hallucinated by anyone
no matter how clear and real
it may seem
keep uneducated and educated hallucinations
to yourself
or atleast away from me
and the illusion of choice

Trying to write fiction
is like pretending I am not ******
That I am passed ***
moved on
ahead
or beyond
and on to intelligence
I can assure you that no matter how disguised
in eloquence of academia’s violent explosion
It is actually soaked with ***
and it is dripping out everywhere
I do not mind if no one else is noticing
I gladly wipe up dripping ***
refined moistness
what we share
is directly related to the creation of life
inherently ******
That professor may be mathematics on the outside
But so is the *** it desires to indulge in
once the equation is exhausted

closing in on me like
like the distractions
that tore us from earth
from each other
the trauma of being misunderstood
causing my retreat inward
where there are echoes in emptiness
the understanding happened already
so stay busy and trust them
do not give in to decomposition
so I indulge in being misunderstood
I have no choice
institutional pressure
excessively molding
****** up shapes
that will never fit together
trickling down into
beings that used to be in love
comfort in a passport
and something called suicide
reincarnation
try this again
in another place
where everyone around me
isn’t so comfortable
with everyone else but them
being slain or imprisoned
by militant white supremacy
white liberalism
******* us to death

Other than the remnants
I leave behind for my daughter
I am nothing anymore
I am not fear or the pain after it
I do not feel the same I used to
That innocence I could feel inside
when I least expected it is no more
I do not want anyone looking in my eyes anymore
I want to take myself away
from a relentlessly resilient society to humanity

I had this exponential context
a story of persuasion
force
vulnerability saved and documented
in one book
two years of writing
focused beyond comparison
shattered standard of comparison
destroyed status quo
every word
every sentence
inviting
demanding
forcing
a new psychology
to continue
to sustain
to evolve
its out of my hands
its in the publishers
“Escape from Liberty”
black women gave birth to American society
not until the white supremacist version of freedom
referred to as “liberty”
is escaped
can the depth of American freedom
be related to or appreciated
understood
a perspective that is valid
means something too the world
means something to me
here tonight
us
I will read some of my poetry
that I have written about keeping integrity
while having interactions with society
after finishing my last book
“Escape from Liberty”
the freedom and adaptability of poetry
conquering a tendency to struggle
with traditions and what I know is right
I know what we have left
and its not what most will tell you
it has improved my life significantly
evolved into a rogue poet
fancy
fresh
fantastic
nothing to lose
nothing to prove
sincerely correct
maniacal vengeance
fascinated
fading
disappearing
into music
unfathomable patterns of movement
inescapable desire
now entering freedom
now entering freedom
repeat

oh
the seasons have changed again
ten shades darker and climbing
they forgot who I was
who I am
gaining momentum
the whiteness that used to insist
that I am white
is confused
now they are leaning towards
not letting me be white anymore
till next season all over again
but this is the season of darkness
I can see it in their eyes
hear it in their voices
mostly being black in America
has been the epitome
of non violent resistance
in the season of darkness
non violent coping mechanisms
to a violent abuser
an abuser
called law
called psychology
called whiteness
called economy
untreated domestic abuse
whiteness calls honors history
dissociating from the repair work
that the American family must face
ever since I was a little
itsy-bitsy - innocent boy
the thought
the imagination
of being able to take out
a militia of whiteness
with my body alone
if and when they get as worse as they are
always prepared for the worst of whiteness
no matter what you say
cannot fool me
can I be more violent?
better at it
so I can sleep for a little while
dreams like some of the white kids
except lucid
In the season of darkness
I can prove it all wrong
the whiteness
its story
the companies it keeps
I can breathe a whole new world out
and breathe in clarity
in the season of darkness
my afros
my mohawks
mean something different
suddenly
my worth
is being threatened with an officer’s gun
peacefully letting handcuffs on
violently beaten afterward
hand over mouth
face in the cement
should out of socket
sciatic nerve damage forever
put in a cell
for the trauma
to reverberate
and echo
back into itself
in the season of darkness
whiteness was overwhelmed
without fear
domino affected
occupied whiteness
brought it down to its knees
that one percent of whiteness
is enough to get us all killed
America
in the season of darkness

ok cupid
mother earth needs mates
when I am through
the *** is exhausted
eternal sleep
must be nutritious
to my soil
decompose peacefully
so my children grow
plants nourished
I love you
waste
body
sharpening arrows
for the soul of earth
scared sacred
loving compost

Oh my god!
and the dimples while acknowledging
the absurdity of whiteness
right away I say I am mixed race
I interrupt as often as possible
therefore at an unexpected occurrence
the questioning
the inquisition lay before me
mixing unwell with my previous unaltered trauma
letting loose and being unacceptable
in that hole again
digging out of race
trudging through the social construction
thereof
The last thing I want in between us
actually I want nothing between us
not contraception
I want to be making heat
touching

looking into her eyes
I can see my heart
gently closing
openness
for the night

plants evolved organic defense mechanisms
when being preyed upon
they send off organic frequencies
that attracts a predator to what preys on them
natives and indigenous humans
have and even more complex
organic defense mechanism
to hurt and torture sends signals
organic signals
evolved humans
so therefore slavery
although the intentions were white supremacy
attempting to subordinate and control
through fear and enforcement of whiteness
because whiteness exists from fear of being tortured
African who are native
indigenous
but also
native
doctors
lawyers
engineers
professors
families
warriors
forcing into slaves
shipping and importing into every space imaginable
of America
conception
thorough dispersion
****** and procreating
light skinned warriors
infiltrated every aspect
of predatory whiteness
and so without meaning to
accidentally
the organic defense of natives
indigenous
humans
those attempting it be predators
are overwhelmed by humans who are still
close to being native
indigenous
so whiteness
in denouncing
native
indigenous
evolution
denouncing blackness
denouncing womanhood
we all came from Africa
whiteness denouncing origins
creates a place that can no longer exist
having invited and imported its own demise
outsourcing its own existence and sustainability
what a terrible mistake
to torture such evolved
humans
who also have the freedom
to perform vengeance
in any way desired
without warning
private and public
invincible
impeccable
predators to the failure of whiteness
to consume humanity
into objects of indulgence
in order for whiteness to continue
it would have had to keep us in captivity
completely
thoroughly
but it couldn’t
it fails its attempt
because we are too powerful
and we charmed so many
of associates to whiteness
and competed with the fear of not being white
making it too dangerous
liable
to keep us in captivity
won them over
to being human
native evolved
evolution is destroying whiteness
through infiltration
conception
procreation
pseudo forgiveness
organization
impunity of whiteness
becomes its weakness
whiteness would have to declare
absolute martial law
and be completely uniform
about its intentions and meaning
to be its group
severely brutal and unforgiving
but it failed to maintain
this status quo
legally
socially
psychologically
institutionally
sexually

first and last mistake
drunken white attempt
to redesign freedom
better than nature
in this attempt
trying to resolidify
the constitution of freedom
causes nature to break down
this very imperfect attempt
at reorganization
nature
immediately
impeccably
breaks the process down
of course evolution
includes freedom
that allows with it
the possibility to
make it seem like something else
the chance to become aliens
to your own nature
your own space
your own earth
and the people that have supported
existence until now
now is gone
do not procreate
with any other conception
or terrible designs of freedom
stop procreating dangerous aliens
for more
dangerous attempts
suicidal
reorganizing
organic matters

Making love to the snow
Slippery moist
Edgy smooth bottomed
Voluptuous mounds
Jumping sending
Curvy curves
High speed
Adrenaline funkies
Obstacles
Snowboarding

Pharaohs and pheromones
resting my head in-between
Nefertiti’s
gyrating origins
whose ***?

owls are wondering
why the **** aren’t they seeing
turning their heads all around
heads spinning 360’s!
missing the destruction in their wake
owl says what the ****
how are those stiff necked *****
humans
not seeing this wake of destruction
is crashing down on them
they just look ahead
as if there is something there
still organic
surviving their destruction

In her ******* is the history of class war
many many ******* later
immaculate conception
pure white by herself
unmixed
making him
making them
exterminating pressure
for the chastity of class war
class war’s immaculate conception
inheritance of her smile
genocidal ******
exists in ecstasy

paranoia of farming
they are watching
they know
the way you grow
is different
connected to human growth
attached
unbroken from the past
fastened to nativity
proof of how we evolved
scary
intimidating
like aliens
not trusting sustainability
to the machine of hyper-distraction
they call technology
paranoid and worried
when they realize
the fresh variety the garden has
when they realize agriculture
is burning them alive
sterilizing culture
paranoid anticipation
a native alien
immersed in plentitude

Passing is paranoia
Like oiled up blonde blue eyed women
On the slave for sale stage
Next to dark skinned slaves in the same chains
From the clamor in the audience
White women
Yelling
Proclaiming
Protesting
“Are we selling ourselves now?!”
Passing is paranoia
I don’t know who knows I’m not white
I do not like white people behind my back
Where I cannot see them
I keep my back against the wall
Passing is dangerous
Confidently passing
Will get you beaten and killed in a dark place
White uniformed militia will say you did something you didn’t
White women will force themselves on you and say you did
Passing is ****
Until her white parents find out
Then passing is loneliness
Passing is plotting
Them against you
Anticipation
Edginess
Tension
Passing is in limbo
An interval of genocide
A frantic meditation on what it is to be human
Passing is revolution
Passing is waiting for the perfect moment of revenge
Passing is vengeance
Passing is the blackest you will ever meet

you are the hollow version of perception

perhaps
black and white
is not as distanced
as you thought
maybe even hoped
I am here
to prove that

Ignorance means cowardly
not ignoring something you know
that is why ignorance is the best seller
petrified ignorance is not evolution

my dad made a song called Elan
he named me Elan
so this poem is called dad 
I named my dad 
my dad is black
i was born that way
when I was little and white kids inquired about my skin tone
i would ask my dad why
my dad says of course you are black 
they don’t know your black? 
he says and raises his eyebrows
smirks
then when I am older
society asks me why I exist 
then it tries to deny it of me
just as it does him 
still
my dad says you are not black 
you try and act like you had a hard childhood
like I did
I say no I do not
I had a different childhood 
I came from your childhood
I said to him
In me you instilled the childhood you hate
and the childhood you love
mixing me with whiteness 
so forever I would have to experience the extremes
no one that ever came inside whiteness
knows my father like I do
but my role to him is why he thinks he made me
it is not what I actually am
the excess of a dangerous brutal genocidal war
called colonial pretend your not indigenous anymore
and white day
celebrated by people all around the world everyday