It isn't real
just a story you
keep telling
yourself as if
you haven't a clue

And it's true
we are all connected by
some kind of bonded
reality that provokes us
to feed into

weep for all the days
you've forgotten that for now
you are located between
the skin and the bones

Unseen
you are one of many like
a singular pattern in the
wavelength of God

In a dream,
she follows me towards
The crevice of the world.

My mother, indigo raging
like a sharp scream within my brain.

I would never rid of her peculiar grin.
Her smirk, a missile, seeks out
the errors of my ways.

But life after cunning life,
She finds me settling at the root
then cuts me off.

I sit sustained here
in the moment composed
and waiting on her return.

She is the real culprit
of my shadow.
And knows this strange abyss.

I choose to keep her away
In the silence between my breath
To begin loving her from afar.

In hopes that she will one day
find herself without a curse
And out of her mad little box.

Please, do not concede.
do not be misled
thru the harrowing crowds
of the disappointed.

Trust in the sky.
Study how flowers breathe.
Practice the art of the unafraid.
To be truth manifested
in your body.
And listen to the Sun.
Its endless knowledge
reflected in you.

Let the earth be your sacred
ground to discover so that
you will have tasted
what it means to be
immortal and alive.

A mystery has kept us into these fire roots.
But the spell has been broken upon our Judas lips.

Into this new skin out from the gravity of a gold ruin.
As faceless men attempt to take it all away.

Too naive to understand the scent of heat into their brains.
They are delicate holding their bellies with the breadth of their teeth.

But we all have wombs and are fetal within.
Growing strange new limbs every day.

I am taking sweet sips of you
Stalking your infinite breath
Always leading me back to those eyes
watertight and obvious
You were the one who saw thru it

My superman but
I am the heroine
You’ve bled from the
marrow into the split lip

I am nothing without these fists
You drove into me
as if you were stone and
I sunk into you like rain

We seem separate.
like we are living as
the mimic of
the other.
Mirrors. all of us.
deciding to make
faces on the
shiny walls.
Funny. to bring life
to the pain of
existing. Separate.
but we'd like to exclude
part of ourselves.
and forget
we are like the other. Them.
We think they
are enemies to
the state of our being.
But we cannot live
without the other.
Nor can we live
without spirit.
We are The Source
from where we originated.
So save
everything. and
greet yourself with
love. For everybody.

We are the toxic breath
that has permeated the air
we are noxious and noisy
and lumbering thru our days
like the ill-acquainted tourist

We made the pollution
for our ears
as the monsters continue
to take what was never
theirs in the first place

so we keep secrets under
our tongues afraid of
stumbling over the truth

We are nothing but the ugly
sound of humanity
paving over the goodness
of the land...

they tightened the noose and yet
she came immaculate out of nothing
Bearing the fruit of prophecy
from her womb

they fired the stake and yet
she came driving spells
from ambrosia
cursing the heinous lots

They ****** her body and yet
She came resurrected from the darkness
and the spirit of the saints

She is black as a boot
Came martyred and gone forever
Amongst the plume of fools  
Flying toward the ends of night

You are my insanity
Bats in the belfry crazy
dilated  pupil  gorgeous
with enough mad to
rule the world
Look at us now, love
those rose colored glasses
seem worn
seen a few awkward
engagements
But you
you always stayed unmoved
An old Oak tree
with fallen leaves...

You are the cup
that runneth over
spilling into the
fear of the collective
of your ***** bigness
But silently we seek
the warmth of you
your body the
billow of clouds
a resting place
expanding until
we finally see
the true you

It is time
they are leaving us
one by one

the humble
have taken a bow and
are ascending from
us like dew does the Sun

And we are left here
to figure out what a
mess we're in and why
they were kind enough
not to hide

We could follow
their muses until
it all faded

but we'd be left with our
own smug devices
the giant would creep back in
Then we would surely die

He   will never know me
Just  his arrogance
His   conceited brow
His   norm fitting hubris
He    lacks the color
of     blood
The  fathoms of gold
The   luster of soul
If     there are no feels
So     do you too

"Dark skin is not a crime." -Anonymous*

I wear my skin as a test,
I wear it like a cross.
my crucifixion though
I could save the world.

I am the secret
of the night come
risen from its womb.

Ordained by the Sun,
My skin is a test and
I am warm inside like you.

There is music
in your hips, woman
be careful
those feet
breed men
to take a peek
and she be
yours unduly

some day they
will hear you
with eager ears

the movement of
your curves
makes them tickle

and they be
spellbound
by the notes
you bring
to the rhythm of what
God has made

We are not so fortunate
striving for arrogance
leaving us armor-less

no warning of
our decay
the morals

Are we so hollow
and rotten to the bone

Do we have bones
and is our hatred
fortress enough

I lapsed obtuse,  Variable,
echoed, yesterday, "Our
unleashed..."*

Ecoutet, my friend
always listen
because between
the expanse
we understand this
language in frequency
Your highest note
always hits me in the
right places
We harmonize
to the vibes
of this

and come out on
the other side

whole

You cannot disturb
what is already
making quite a raucous
in between the
gun shots and chatter
is this inaudible void
that feeds itself
when no one is looking
to hear it is like
hearing God
A frequency at which
we are frantically
trying to get away from
To be entertained
and extracted
from the sacredness of
what is subtle
We are a bad
loud bunch
just learning how
to be silence
learning how to
be God.

He is double-sided
and speaks with a second tongue
There are legions of him
sneaking out from under stones
casting spells
to win you over
would-be plasticized trophy

He will bamboozle you
with the nectar from his lips
He's no sir lancelot but
a shapeshifting
boogie man waiting to
kidnap you and
hang you on his wall

A child moves

paint without effort

over the white abyss

channeling Van Gogh

or Matisse

the nerve of these

little ones to dare tap

into the celestial void

of creation

the audacity of a child

to till onto their paper

random flora

like a gardener of a new alchemy.

She fears its omnipotence
It breathes in the quiet
scans her humanity,
her fire

She holds tight
to the golden refuge
and plants sweets
in the bottom of
blossoming trees

The void is a savage lover
with delicate fingers
and a pretty mouth

You move within me
this fluttering heat inside.
Drool to slow sips,
my tongue forms into your lips.

You expel at a distance,
The demons we come carrying.
As you taste me unseen
from your pillow.

I stretch and bend hoping
You’ve caught my kiss.
You cut the pain and
I take you in like medicine.