Ever since
evidence
I’ve been
pinned
pent up
in the pen
with a pen
I wrote pain
I write pain
I right pain
I’ve caused,
I’ve caught
eyeballs
scribing my flaws
my falls
my faults
I brought
time loss
from defied laws
I bought
time cards
14-20years (sigh) sign off….
Pros’ Poems
Don’t walk away from me
don’t build a fortress
and forest
our fortune
forcing
our forfeit
forgive me for my
informal forums
forages
I wish I could jump from the knowing
in mid-wonder
diving into the deepest mystery
treading vast possibilities
but I can’t swim
so reality
is where I land
no questions asked with every step
on sure, mundane, monotonous ground
unknowing of the unknown
ignorance,
the enemy of bliss
prisoned innocence
prison, in a sense
The fact that it takes belief
to believe,
shows an essence of
trust,
trust me.
I hope
you trust
my faith
in our fate
but I need you
to
believe
me
first
trust me.
Therein
lies
belief
in us,
by
gaining
trust.
I’m more than I know
less what you think
can’t give myself credit
yet, obsessed with critique
I find worth in process
I am a working product
I am a work in progress
my poetic work is promise
I am product
process
progress
promise
I am Profit.
I miss this
smell- intoxicating aroma
touch- honey milk softened skin
taste- nectar oozing off tongue and lips
sound- harmonic pitch
sight- visions only explained in dreams
You take up my senses
You make sense
Ever since, our disconnect
I’ve been senseless
Impression felt
lasting impressions
dig deep
hold on
tight
tattoo my flesh
with the pressure of must
have,
in your finger tips
exuding raw love
for us
fighting hard
to never let go
never let go
scar me
with burning passion
absorbed by
french manicured need..
nails,
my skin flares
then fileted
giving way
to will
fear has no feat
when feeling
is unexplainably deep
these moments
when rush of pain
symbolizes
infallible love
-symbiotic, love and pain-
sometimes, you can’t chance, taking a certain stance, in certain circumstances
“Sir, come stand”
go head..search my stance
Real Paradise
Within our SPIRITS
Flowing throughout our bodies
Which we can express thru our hearts and minds
Paradise is not in this world
It’s within us
Which we express outwardly to the world
Identifying it as a place
But that place is us
Therefore paradise is where you make it
Where YOU choose
Paradise, like all things, is a matter of perception
Most of our thoughts, customs, wisdoms, morals, values and traditions
Have all been occupied and saturated
Any display of difference is met with indifference and intolerance
If not violence
As if it is a threat against, instead of, an opportunity to coexist with
But outside of what has been determined for you
Is what you have determined for yourself
Despite and against all odds
Even if what is odd, is You
See your Paradise
Embrace your Paradise
Become your Paradise
And then take it with you everywhere
So that peace and freedom may be with you always
Asé
Fight or Flight Fright Night
You fight or flight change
I fight or flight for change
Though my fright of heights may fight my flight
Because this fight I flight is fright of change
But even if I’ll never get this right,
I’ll fight my fright instead of flight, for a change.
Color’dBlind
Stop saying you don’t see my color
You are NOT colorblind
Nobody is
Why would I want you to be
I want you to see me
I’m looked passed, through, and assumed too often
My protests go largely unheard
I’m acknowledged most when I fit a stereotype
When you hear of crime, you see me
Even if just a mental picture
When you hear me get excited, you see me
But not as a normal person
Rather a rambunctious untamed animal
When I’m angry, you see uncivilized aggression
You don’t see a person allotted emotions
You see validated yet quieted implicit biases-
Plausible deniability-
So my cries of fouk are shunned
You see a prison as answer for me
Frankly, I can’t be a regular human being in your eyes
My sobering human moments
You see less a person and more a ‘thing’
A beast with too much terrain to roam-
Needing to be reeled in and controlled
You tell me to calm down
Chill
Don’t be so loud
You talk to me like child therapists
With a “1 2 3 breath intonation”
As if training a wild animal
With your superior logic and reserve
Believing I’m genetically incapable
You’re even more outraged at my wrongs than that of others
When I do wrong, it makes sense to you
You aren’t colorblind
My color makes you blind
ProPros’d Thoughts
Wear in plain sight, though it’s deep as genes
wake up, hate everything seen
blood flows through body, feel it bleed?
misery overwhelms mindstate, feel it breed?
emotional fatigue, feel it breath?
pain, only feeling that runs free
lack warmth, so cold
even more, when alone
alienated, never understood
cast away, with firewood
I’ll create my own society!
my own social norms
my own emotional emoting
no psychosis
no hierarchies
no taboos rules class conformity nor monarchy
a land of will and embracement
equality, quality over quantity, individuality spread across acreage
only herbal stimulants
no harm done to innocence
what you know, over who you know
but all, are in the know
with all languages, and ‘No’ is universal
power and fear will not coerce you
birth disparity will not curse you
only naturality of life may hurt you
you are what you speak
do as you think
have what you work for
be you freely, chase worth no more
I don’t have to be like the masses to succeed
I don’t need to do as you do, I am me
materials and notoriety will not determine my value nor love
roles are acquired, not inherited
gender will not dominate advantages
women will have a voice, kids safe and given options
guns and government abolished, (Laissez faire) and currency is oxygen
No war, Unity is reality
vast fields of flowers, organic cures and no allergies
colors will only describe objects not people, I may even turn green, blue
imagine that looking at the sky and ocean, incase you didn’t notice, I have dreams too
-MeTopia-
“we repudiated entirely customary morals, conventions, and traditional wisdom…and recognized no moral obligation on us, no inner sanction, to conform or to obey”-Keynes
“We were out to construct something new; we were in the van of the builders of a new society which should be free, rational, civilized, pursuing truth and beauty. It was all tremendously exhilarating.” -Leonard Woolf on the Bloomsbury Group
“We found ourselves living in the springtime of a conscious revolt against the social, political, religious, moral, intellectual, and artistic institutions, beliefs, and standards of our fathers and grandfathers”
RANT!
–I crave an authentic life, thought ethic belief and emotional autonomy. No clichés no conformity, standing out, uniquely comfortable with my own identity and way. I’m a felon, a con in all right and definition. It’d be best if I were to shut up, be grateful and docile, conform and fit in..No I can’t with everything in me be that way..be that it may, or be that it is good advice, my nature is disruption. How many of you are like everyone, how much of everyone is their own unique self in conscience? No separation of self from society slowly planted the conventions and doctrines that now so many complain about in off-hand private conversations, social media and the out loud protests rally. Life has become apathetic and reactive, not empathetic and proactive, there’s comfort in conforming I admit. Though think, if you valued the individuality of self on a higher plain, how much more would you hold in regard to life and other people’s freedoms and liberties?
Could that duty of-self ignite a more assertive duty to humanity? Because the other way has only engineered un/subconscious modes of self survival. Principles only reinforced by non-committal or lack of care until home is affected, somehow you know and love..by then its too late, it takes time to be, and it takes time to be undone…Life has been controlled by the ‘either, or’ narrative, either puppet or puppeteer, either victimizer or victim, either kill or be killed…but what about that uncomfortable middle ground where real choice lies. No ‘either, or’ just You. Why can’t that be a way of life, why isn’t that the way of life. There has been revolutionary thinkers that have lived between those fragile lines of tolerance, and yes, people fear what they don’t understand…inclusion eliminates that fear, otherwise numbers stay low and idealism is assassinated before it gathers true momentum because people always start with a select group of people, we can all live together and flourish within our difference in thoughts and acts. There’s this island where all these rare and different species of animals coexist together peacefully, why can’t we?
ProProsd Thought:
There’s places in the world where nothing but a woman eyes can be seen in public, where their clitoris is cut off as to take the pleasure of sex away from them, where their breasts are cut off so they can’t feed their babies no more, where they are killed for educating themselves, where they are forced into marriages, taken from their families, forced to bear children, raped beaten controlled and sold into sex trafficking…These are our women, our child bearers, our mothers, our counterparts as men…so why do we have to maintain such a ruthless domain over them as if their existence is mere privaledge to accompany man. As if their roles are of pure submission, subservience, silence, docile, obedience toward men. Is it intimidation? Because they mature faster than men, more evolved hippocampus which gives them an almost uncanny ability to read and express emotions- a fragility of men, because they are sexually limitless- unlike men? There was a time, before mass religion where women were regarded as high if not higher than men and held the same cultural relevance and importance, also the same social, marital, eucharistic, government, military, and monarchic positions as men…How can we truly love what we try to dominate? They’ve been victims of domestic and societal oppression, yet still gait with abundant grace and strength. My best friend is a strong-willed brilliant beautiful motivated spiritual compassionate human being, being a woman is the icing, she sets the tone for how I view/revere and now treat women. We have to uplift them, not just our sisters and mothers. Every bond doesn’t need to be sexual, I’ve learned that they offer so much more!