as I grow
evolve I must
coming aware
of what’s needed
like veins to a bloodstream
as a black man
representation is both
restoration
and respiration
or dialogue loses substance
convening with lesser in common
and after so long
what is the point
when our cultural aims
may be as separate as the coming day’s sun
the last thing I need
is another unalike presence presiding over me
til the impending curve
your assistance is accepted
but your permission…?
nah, I’m good
Act Out
what I know now
I can not let it go
it can not be forgotten
as what is now understood
peace is not meditated
peace is not prayed
peace is created
peace is a firm action
peace in itself
is a declaration of the self
as part of the whole
there is no self peace achieved
when others of the whole suffer
there is only dejection
isolation may offer rest
but it can not manifest true peace
I know now that
we are individuals only in body
not in truth
so that which I seek
is not only for myself
but for all
this knowing has inclined me to say
stand up
speak up
act up
or save your complaints
and false compassion
living your secluded life
because frozen feet
and distant voices
create nothing but meaningless noise
us peace seekers
peacekeepers
peace bringers
and peace bearers
can do without
Freed
trying to control what you do not understand, it is fear!
release me! from Yours
you have no control, besides of your
self, though you have No, self control
so you over-control, but even that
doesn’t give you more control
trying to control what wasn’t meant to be, controlled
is force, an abusive one
I reflect that your spirit is remote
on an island, you’ve casted it out
but it should function as your inland
compassing your mainland, as your controller
aligned with the compass of heart
then you would arrive from inside your head
as your mind will follow
offering up its control, placing you
the real of you, the real in you
the real you, in control
you have lived, out of control
your believed control-the illusion of permanence
truly possessing nothing outside of you
be captained by a heart in harmony, with your spirit
and your tongue will ride along
speaking trueness
creating freeness
and you shall become, less controlled
by the impermanent you believed, you controlled
unleashed from the binds of abuse
as force inherits the natural energy of
spoken word
Survived More
overcompensating with, overindulged
processed foods
and I survive in this life, because
I don’t process, stimulants
I compartmentalize, reactions
there’s too much, to endure
too many, letdowns to climb out!
too much, darkness to overcome!
but, I get through
by going around, maybe I’ll stop by
a drive-thru
consuming something fried, and processed
substituting for, what hadn’t been processed,
yet, or still
but I digress, I’ll digest it all later
but for now, I still gotta live
suppose, it’s just part of my process
it takes us All
black lives matter
because all lives matter
so if all lives matter
make sure that black lives matter
because “Black Lives Matter”
is more than,
Black Life, matters
Peace Born of Yesterday’s Tomorrows
coming forth
as you gave unto me
in the womb of your light
amidst the coming chaos
destiny would have you name me,
“Peace”
a child of fate
the preserving of presence
and I suckled from your spirit
as you exhaled
purpose filled the air sacs of my lungs
fore I shall never wander
and I cried,
finally knowing the beauty of light
then you spoke
legacy, I became
the soul of generations to come
forevermore
long live love