looking at you
is akin to seeing the unseen
I can only see your name
but your name is like a dream
manifesting as a theme
causing casualness to evolve into supreme
its hard to explain what I mean
when all I’ve attained was a dream
unchained that changed everything
being more than a thing that we think
or a fiend on the brink
peering inside of a cup or a sink
pondering if I’ll pour or if I’ll sink
if I’ll expand or if I’ll shrink
if I’ll force or if I’ll free
inside of my days where I stray or I lean
deciphering when to pray or when to glean
to be a ray or a beam
or how to display more than my genes
because I’m more than what’s seen
and the more that I see
dwarfs every corner of sea
building a forest of ‘we’
and given all that’s between
like organs and an assortment of needs
I can only morph into peace
despite the distortion of ease
inside of life’s tortures and pleas
entropy forcing an order policed-
by fear and domineering torrents that cease
the moments I envision the purpose of being born, while
expanding over my feet
looking into the vast infinite,
courageously calling and speaking your name
with only two choices
either become, or to be
and if you could become a bird again
would you fly or would you flee?
either way, I’d revel in your power and choice
and from afar or up-close,
I’d still marvel your wings
and your namesake would be my wish-
my wish to be free
Unplanned Destiny
I wish they’d understand me
I wish they’d understand it
nothing goes as you planned it
becuz a plan is hard to manage
if they see from my vantage
they’d understand organic
because I’m never planning
that way I’d manage damage
because nothings expected,
now everything’s a blessing
carrying a lesson or message
I don’t know why we met…but,
I guess it was destined
Harambee
we can’t strengthen America
with policies that separate its families
we can’t celebrate America
when certain cultures feel left out
we can’t fortify America’s foundation
when focus leaves out communities
we can’t call ourselves Americans
if we don’t “come together”
Wiseman said, ‘Things’
‘things’ you chase-
already behind you
believing free from past
creating new one-
each moment
so that you chase-
already behind you,
if you try keeping up-
with yesterday
tomorrow will be today,
but long as you go-
forth,
there can be no ‘thing’-
beyond your reach
besides,
all it ever was behind you-
were just ‘things’
Depth Perception
I’m sinking
or drowning
I’ll let you tell-
the differences,
I’m thinking
or dreaming
I can’t tell-
the difference,
am I falling
or flying
is there any-
difference,
I’m either up
or down
I don’t know-
anything different,
I feel so-
different,
though things change
that,
never will
Mindstate
when confined
hard to keep the mind-
straight,
down near a decade,
finally able to look out the window
to align the blinds-
straight,
reversed blind-
fate
when each day starts out as,
a blind-
date
but this new light of mine,
now boosts my mind-
state,
my new state of mind,
is a change of mind
that may change some minds
and might change the crime-
rate
at the same time,
these thoughts of mine,
unwinds my binds
and this spirit of mine-
vibrates
my eyes dilate-
cries subside, dilute, and dehydrate
eyelids vie loose and tirade
because seeing all the sides and signs
can drive the mind-
irate
’til the very moment that I-
shake
or
cross the lines
to untie its ties
as a creator-
creating the type of vines to light
that Christ-
makes,
but this is all for my mind’s-
sake,
because you can only repeat-
your mind,
and this is the new me re-
defined,
in my trials to reach beneath-
the skies,
so we can all see what all we seek
which may increase
or the deplete-
the mind,
therefore I dream and speak-
my mind,
so I’m keen to no longer defeat-
my mind,
and take heed
to whatever keeps and peaks-
my mind,
because that is what frees
or screens-
my eyes,
and makes me dream
or scream-
inside,
until parallel or perpendicular themes-
collide,
but everything
is beyond what it seems-
in life,
so despite my seeming strife
I steam inside,
and glean a better me-
in stride,
even while I seem-
confined
I lead and strive
throughout all the pain that was the-
bleeding type
but I’m more than the mean
and I mean to FLY
therefore,
my minds’ great
so my state of mind-
for your mind’s sake,
is why I’m-
Great!