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gutter water

4/8/2017

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from the fire escape
i watched a crow perch hersef
on the edge of the gutter
​her legs bent back as
she bowed and took a sip of water
her thirst quenched 
she flew off 

her blelly, riding the breeze
her beak, PIERCing the air
her wings, making love to the wind
she disappeared into the horizon

in those moments
she showed me the existence of
unicorns beneath sagging jeans
heart beats echoing in starving bellies
breath in depression
she taught me how to
drink water from the gutter

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the song of the PHOENIX

3/13/2017

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The thing about rebirth is you have to die first
I thought my first death would be my last
My body was pressed against the cold ground
Burdened down by my sins of the past
A sea of Skeletons burst from their graves
Pouring out of the closets I had locked them in
In hopes to never see them again
But there I was beneath a sea of sorrow and regret
The bones of old faces, dead bodies of lies
Burrowed themselves into my skin
As they flowed over me
I was dying 
Gasping for my last breath
Clinging on to life 
Trying my best not to drown
Savoring the old oxygen in my lungs
I flailed my limbs around 
Attempting to reach the surface
But the more I tried the deeper I sunk 

A wise voice that sounded like mine
Invaded the rattling of the bones 
And whispered, 
You must be still to float
You have to let go of the ghost. 
How silly was I to tread against the tide?
A part of me died 
So that I could live 
I let go of life 
And I was born again

We will die a thousand times 
In this existence 
A thousand more in the next 
The song of the Phoenix 
Never ends
Might as well sing along
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dignified rats

2/22/2017

 
when i was 10
I watched my hamster run
Full speed towards the glass of his cage
The wheel turned rapidly
Beneath his paws 
He stopped
But the wheel took him for a ride
His body flailed in the belly of machine he once powered

Jenny told Forrest 
"Whenever you get scared 
Run 
Don't try to be brave, just run"
because Jenny was running too
We are all running 
Running from or towards ourselves

Later I would witness the hamster 
Defy the intended use of that wheel
He stuffed the bedding beneath it
It was stopped in its tracks 
A wrench had been thrown into its gears
He shakily scaled its sides and 
Over and out of the cage he went
​
That hamster was wiser than most men

counting sleep

2/18/2017

 
7 days,  7 nights I spent Hibernating 
for 7 days and 7 nights 
My eyes were either closed or wet 
Reality was the enemy from which I hid
Cloaked in sleep 
Reality came with shackles 
Shackles I slipped out of
When I slipped into sleep

Unwavering freedom lies in the land of dreams 
Slumber soothed me 
Placed my soul at ease
But upon awakening 
Reality would shake me
Scaring me back to the comfort of my dreams 
Frightened I closed my eyes 
attempting to escape this space

but life too is but a dream
a dream my fears had turned into a nightmare
a pinch to the arm 
revealed the illusion
the demons i cast to scare myself into safety
were unmasked 

and only then was i able to rise from my slumber
free to truly dream

time travel

2/6/2017

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Looking back the days feel like months
Moments stretched and pulled by despair
Loosening the threads,
Abusing the elasticity of the fabric, 
Leaving the space limp 
And elongated past the point of return

Sitting now I feel the moments gently pass 
Time has become water down a stream
Or slipping through hands

we spend life
Pushing up our heels
Trying to match Time
Arms outstretched
Fingertips grazing the hem of his cloak
Fists closed grasping the air
We long for Time
As dogs long for their tails
​
Time, Escapes us with each breath
He runs ahead,
Or so it seems

Hidden in the mind, 
We can find the key to Rewind the hands of time
Project ourselves into futures
But first we must shift through the manure  
The stench of the past 
Scrape the scum from our thoughts
Because it blocks the view
Cleanse so the sun can shine through
And soon we will find
there are ways to penetrate Time

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Lavish cages

2/6/2017

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My room has no windows
But it's a nice room 
Walls the color of pussy
Ceilings white as cum
It's disposition doesn't scream sexual ecstasy

It is an art gallery
Equally arousing to me
It's a pretty room
But when the lights are off
All of this is engulfed in a black fog
Caged in by plastered walls 
Not allowing a slither of light to creep through

This is life carved by society's hand 
We have been caged
​in pretty rooms without Windows 
the illusion is the veiw

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lissen

2/6/2017

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Creativity, divine intervention 
Inward inertia jumping into existence, 
From our joints. 
Surging through skin
Breaking into time 
God speaks in hymns

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bbygirl

2/6/2017

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Beauty is in the eye of the beholder 
But too often the gaze is distorted 
By society's lens 
So that
They can't see you
And when they do commentary is reduced to ridicule 

They may not see
Oh but I do 

Hey Beautiful 

Yeah I'm talking to you 
Hope your days are filled with sun rays
And on the bad days you draw moisture from the rain

The world has convinced you that the darkness of your skin 
Means that there is no light within you 
How wrong they are 
This little light of yours
Flickering in your chest is 
Ignited by the same blackness they claim smothered it. 

Turn a deaf ear to the world
Feed the flames 
Allow your light grow
So bright that they can't ignore 
The beauty of your shine. 

Hey beautiful,
Say that to yourself sometimes
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the tamed tongue 

2/6/2017

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I can hear the chains rattling
With every flick of my tongue
Every word an emblem 
Of the wars he has won
Through manipulation pillage and con
It's a high pedestal the white man sits on

​What a comfy throne he has built
Plush pillows cushion his soft hide
All but a pretty veil 
Covering the foundation of the seat
Leaking with blood and the rank of defeat

Filling our nostrils 
We can't breath
And we plead 
for air from the oppressor
in his tongue that we call our own

How infinite, the ripples of Slavery 
He has colonized, our minds with his words

But bilingual we are 
We have taught ourselves the speech of soul. 

Revolution
its not a word but an action breaking the chain beneath our tongues.
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