I have to be
what I couldn’t be
for beings
that have been
but can’t be
free us
free me
free them
freedom,
so we can be,
free,
to be
as We
in Me
with Me
in You
with You
until then
I am Us
and We bout that life
this life
Our Life Lived
WayOfLife
Ra-Hotep
if not grace
propelling love
to create
how would I be
love
creates
peace
creation
Got a Grip
you want me
to come out
a hard worker’s grip-
calloused
but callouses
peel
and love
heals
and grip
is strengthened
not lost
I held on
I’ll hold strong
Shameless and Self-defecating Haiku
admission
everybody shits
judge your own
inhaled emissions
Liberating Comforts
today
I had a
root beer float
I tasted freedom
yum!
what prison
when I’m free in my senses?!
Baby Booming Guards
I came in a young man, my eyes still hazy
but they opened quickly, becoming angry
see, the things which now make me crazy
is what’s in all the years they gave me
these prejudiced and ignorant staff that seldom out-age me
enrage me
guarding in a way that will further jade deface and yet, raise me
the boomin’ prison business is in their family
with a father or mother up, or in, parallel rankings
but they too, will one day, have babies
that will grow to spray, chain, and mace me