Today
We have been given Grace We are the gifted The sun dipped behind this hill And the wheels kept turning I made my way And I called it home When my breathing Interrupted a burning From bullet holes Let loose from a gun In the hands of a boy Where toys used to be But this is a game Where no one is playing The silence transformed Into prayer I fell For the fallen Into sound The imaginings of a Rage turned visceral Of a chamber now empty Of fate realized Timing is everything And no thing All the same When the bullet struck Two lives lay in peril One bleeding Pleading with death To come another day The other with the Itchy trigger finger Now haunted by the Birth of terminal disease Never shall peace return To the real place Where truth is transmitted as Heartbeat A silence too big Not be heard Sirens lit the way I called it home Today We have been given Grace We are the gifted
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(Fo)rest and
(Revel)ation Walking Not hanging Amongst the trees For breathing and Being free All we need In through the nose Out through the mouth Calling deep wisdom To me Satisfied in the mystery My feet carry me into the (Fo)rest for (Revel)ation 11/03/18
Native Park With the Other People Smoking and drinking Watching the sky move Together In solitude Chasing the alone away Judgment relinquished When we remember Birds of a feather... Who is the ghost?
Who are the living? Why do we take the density so seriously? If things aren't real But real is only a thing What is illuminated? A reel? A moving picture show Of unreal things? I think on my ghost And ask why do you live for me? What is there inside the dying of me? Is it everything Unreal Unseen Behind being A no-thing-ness A form-less-ness Never born Never dying Never being? Like the space between my unparted lips Open And vibrate me Into ex-is-tense Where time is laid upon My no-thing-ness Respire Heat me with each breath Ignite me Into being Spiraling into the fire Out of a native dark-ness Re-member me In reality In this fantastic phantasm Of being ki the language
kuro of breaking kalium down to the ashes alkali undoing the flesh kali to become again ka through desire All the space in between
the red orange yellow green blue black purple of we inside the binary we be housing one light between the 0 and 1 of we the everything and nothing takes form how do our colors come together an ecstatic orgasm manifest as we these bodies these Bhodi- Sattvas of the Earth space ships held in resonance vibrating into existence charting the distance between points of light darkness becomes the blood of space like crude oil to Earth Raw and unrefined the fuel of being unseen where we become colored in time like dye cast upon the ether revealing the dance of we the speed and frequency of how we change into one another of how we bleed from color to color infra red heat light bodies ignited in Love we are here in the bearing sea below the surface in the suffering place to reunite to traverse the space between to explore the spectrum and plant our feet in the shifting find us coming together in and out of being Heed the warning of her rumbling
and the symphony of their feet seeking refuge with each step Where there is fire there is kindling Where there are veils there are lies pull the thread of consent out of the garment of hate witness the unraveling and release it into the flames die and be reborn in the ashes come together like cinder block build this house and pave the streets with compassion 10/10/18
Cover me in waves of colorful grace Woven together for strength Laid gently like liquid Upon the subtle me Enveloped and protected From crest to trough In the rise and fall Of tidal frequencies Please cover me In waves of colorful grace As this energy Ripples through me Open
Towards the light Of the Moon Swim In a borderless knowing Emotions in motion Making space for life Making space for Love Dilate and distill Catch the spill of wisdom Dripping from the womb Until your cup is full Then pour it on her Earth In libation For all that has been Sacrificed Open Towards the light Of the moon Revel in her shimmering A bare witness Bearing witness To the back and forth Of her tides Bones shifting Like tectonic medicine Under the command Of the unseen New beings Arise From this space Of her openness Leaning towards The light of the Moon Star dancers
Falling in and out of orbit Light as distance Darkness as proximity To source Like furnace Where warmth is felt Not seen Perforated at the boundary's edge We all tear differently When we part Here is where The self is met The red hue of Is Visible with closed eyes Relieves the coldness of space And in this darkness Once more The warmth is felt The angles and turns The shapes and poses Dancing with the ghost of time And the music of silence We are puzzled In pieces Awaiting the distance Essence held in Tango Cradled by the Spirit in me Two feet become four When I realize Who is dancing with me |
AuthorI am a poet, for better or for worse. It is a way in my being that, ironically has no words. It is a way in my being that finds me when I, and helps me to, forget. I am a poet, for better or for worse. Archives
November 2019
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