if I told you not to,
go
would you?
life isn’t a movie
and yet I find myself
wanting to live one
wanting to request
something from you I do
not deserve
something out the blue
and you would say,
”OK”
that you’ll wait
for me
and sense,
will begin to be made
and pieces will fall
into place,
which were
never placed before
only imagined,
or hoped
but I just don’t wanna
see you…
go.
though I’ve never seen you
this is what I already
have to go through
watching you fade
away
some still-image
of you
traveling away
from me
before I’ve had the chance
to bring you close
selfishly,
telling you the truth
my truth,
as if it was ours
even still,
as I watch
your invisible ‘self’
leave,
”don’t go!”
though I know you must
and will,
a spec in your drawing
a glimpse in your frame
I was never a color
on your canvass
though I dare to be
detailed,
composed within
your creative eye
and your spacious view
with no room for two.
anyway
purpose awaits you
just thought I’d be
dramatic
because life isn’t a movie
but maybe we could’ve been.
ridiculous, right?
I haven’t even begun to
tell you why you should
stay,
or stray.
”Way.”
Back to Reality
I elevated my mind
stimulants fuelled a cathartic state
battling still contemplation
the war between the two
opened doors to my spirit’s dimensions
infiniteness
waves of continuum
I plucked a lily in a field of frequencies
which swayed like flowers in a trance
the lily caught my eye
a godly mind intuited
and then, a gardenia
reflecting on my purpose
raw,
yet pure
and I sought a hibiscus
opposites are complimentary
so contemplatives’ attract…
cathartics
that makes sense
in this quantum realm
where every step is a quantum leap
every jump,
an astronaut’s curiosities
violets abide
still I searched for you
in a field of flowers
or frequencies
waves of continuums
needing to sense your experiences
or experience your senses
is that senseless, here?
either way,
you always stand out
though finding me-
your only flaw,
how don’t you see me?
do the frequencies you exist within
blot me out?
am I too obscure?
perhaps, too much a mystery,
to your perceptions?
or is it that,
one neglects to notice the non-flower
the one who never fits
in
though it beams and beckons
like eyes resembling a lighthouse
shinning onto you?
guiding you to shore
or are you too adrift
land being too convoluted for you
your senses, a megaphone
every stress and tension amplified
the music of being, shifting from
a choir
to an orchestra
to a siren within a riot
maybe you just need quiet
I am a scrambled mesh of
treble bass and reverberation
at times, suffice it to say
maybe it’s not me
maybe you’re too spectacular
to yield in awe of
the miraculous.
are you aware of this
as a possibility within you?
I couldn’t blame you
being a marvel all of your own
how does it feel?
is the sun, just the sun to you?
a blameless and jaded star,
in your vast sky?
who am I to tell you,
that I am more than a star?
more than the sun?
what would that even look like,
let alone sound?
I let down my mind
stimulants wearing like aged clay
shaking my head
like a lion reveling its mane
and like that,
the thought of you dissipated.
but never the memory
it’s clear and registered like a
…passport
and though I can’t travel
I can fantasize…
or dream
WayOfLife, the BlackSheep Rebelutionary
I am… a Revolutionary!
words of power uttered,
prophesized, proclaimed
pontificated, enflamed
empowered, activated,
demonstrated, captivated
immortalized
by
Fred Hampton
freedom eradicated
by assassination
hope’s imagination, decapitated
but once more activated
Fred Hampton
immaculate insight embodied
fearless foresight forged
divine love of self-inhabited
proud self-determination cohabited
Fred Hampton
sacrifice risk and struggle aligned
three embraced as one to unify divides
social and sacred purifiers for the Divine
embalming a force of liberation and pride
of persons spirit and mind
repelling oppressive entities that collide
a strength innovated before its time
so a way, is what the lost could find
Fred Hampton
who am I?
relentless
rebel
revolutionary
I am, a Rebelutionary!
WayOfLife
I am,
a new bridge to being identified
invoking dialogue and description derived
from questions of who and why
not already tied to a biased state of mind
bound by classifiers which limit and lie
going no further than the eye
who am I?
I am WayOfLife
what color am I?
I am WayOfLife
what does it mean?
my answer may now stimulate
deeper and profound nouns and sounds
when my name is pronounced
and I am announced
now you can truly know me,
providing my own answers
not predisposed answers that used to own me
I’ll tell you of my culture,
not my color
I’ll tell you of my beliefs
not my color
I’ll tell you of my visions
not my color
I’ll tell you of my history
not my color
but if I speak of color
then it is the reassertion of the Rainbow Coalition
all of one, and each other
the Rainbow Coalition
awakened from our separated slumber
relentlessly rebelling
reckoning revolutionaries of insurmountable numbers
Rainbow Coalition
for we, proletarians
occupy the same struggle
the largest class of change
uplifting our fellow sisters and brothers
or conformity to the perpetuation of
plundering pillaging and conquering one another
Black sheep!
we black sheep
those who struggle
who hurt
those lost, marginalized
imprisoned impoverished
silenced oppressed
Black sheep!
those who dare
dream, believe
fight on fight forward
fight for
themselves and those picked from the floor
Black sheep
the colorless hoard
one in the same bonded by struggle
for freedom and equality
fighting together on one accord
WayOfLife
the new rise
to being self-identified and described
then unified and revolutionized
because change is radical
to the fat full and frugal
and the comfortable on pedestals
”because wherever there’s people,
there’s power”
and
”if you dare to struggle,
then you dare to win,
if you dare not to struggle
then god damnit you don’t deserve to win”
because
”…you can murder a Revolutionary,
but you can’t murder a revolution
you can murder a Freedom Fighter
but you can’t murder freedom!”
-Fred Hampton
Black sheep
a new generation redirected
the Rainbow Coalition resurrected
WayOfLife
this generations force and message
the new Fred Hampton
now I want everyone to repeat after me
I am,
WayOfLife
I am,
WayOfLife
I am,
WayOfLife
love truth peace balance power unity
I am,
WayOfLife
bonded by struggle and pursuit of equality
I am,
WayOfLife
relentless
rebellious
revolutionary
A Rebelutionary
I am,
WayOfLife
no color describes me
I describe me
I am,
WayOfLife
a REBELutionary!
a messenger of the new revolution
freedom
liberation
truth
justice
righteousness
equality
self-determination
economic freedom
cultural growth and reparation
and color eradication
See Me Right
you can not see me
adding your blockers
how can you appreciate me
in your own likeness
you can not empower my ability
adding a kennel
you can’t enjoy my growth
negotiating limits
you met me in a cage
I’m more limitless than encaged senses
free your receptors
so you perceive me as I am truly
not circumstantially
I’m as expansive as any being
if you let me be it
or not
no matter how much less you see
it doesn’t obstruct how vast I am
If I Must be Black, Let Me be Black in Peace
do you hear me?
let me be black in peace!
your way is not,
interrupted by the contrast of me
let me be black in peace
if black is who I am to be
then let it be
let me be
I possess no power
to affect you at large
only individually
but my blackness
affected as a whole
in a way which
keeps us from being whole
as a whole, separated
by your ways
too many to name
so all I ask
is for my name
institutional structures
systemical codes
and legislative craftsmanship
work like swordsmanship
why can’t I live a life
that doesn’t have to go to you
beg you
live the shame of your denial
ignorance and privilege
reinforced by your names
gentrification
redlining
black codes
Jim crow
voter intimidation
discrimination
convict leasing
war on crime
war on drugs
prison industrial complex
mass incarceration
legal segregation
let me be me
if you prefer to hyper criminalize
my blackness, speech
culture and fashion
when I had my own
I was stripped bare
by force and strategy
when I attempted to regain
and rebuild
I was conditioned to death
why can’t I succeed aside you?
why is my success such a threat?
what then when why is asked no more?
Nicked Names
couch philosopher
serial pornographer
self fondler
emotion bottler
trauma swaddle’r
pot stirring potter’er
fictitious biographer
impatient thermometer
broken binocular
somber’est opera
popular commoner
‘I bring to you, Way Of,..’ ah just stop with the monikers!
I’m gone!