Category: Enlightenment

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

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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gutter water

the song of the PHOENIX

dignified rats

counting sleep

time travel

Lavish cages

lissen

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

bbygirl

the tamed tongue

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

Categories

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