your heaven
is my earth
your hell
is my dirt
as above, so below
the sky is but a reflection-
just so you know
and space also-
for that matter
so to combust and big bang your reality-
I’ll split your atom
then the great veil and illusion you believe and live in-
will shatter!
and at your feet will be shards-
reflecting images of the earth
but what may mystify you most
is how did everything become reversed??
All or Nothing
there are some things that don’t deserve a ‘tell all’
and a person can’t simply tell ‘all’
but all that is told,
will tell ‘All’-
the story of who you are-
no one will assume omissions
only you will know
if ‘all’ that was storied-
told your ‘all’
and,
if there is more to you
and that story told,
is ‘all’ you are
or
if it tells nothing at ‘all’
The Trouble My Questions Threaten
why are questions so threatening?
there’s so many threats I want to ask?
so many deeply personal threats
if a question is threatening, then why should it obey lines
all threats cross lines
or threaten to
and I am a threat!
a proud one
because even the light cheers in the dark
although the dark writhes in anguish from lights intrusion
light never asks
at least I do
if I’m able to see, I should be able to inquire
if my mind constantly wonders, I shouldn’t allow it to wander
it needs to know
IIIIIIIIIYIY YIY YIYYY need to know!
things that go unasked, go unknown
and so to, direction
who taught you to be so private?
what made you so repressive and suppressive?
who, or what, taught you to be so secretive and guarded?
my questions threaten you, but your fear of answers oppress me!
what created those fears of giving and receiving answers?
answers help you as well as the asker
when you say it, you give power to it
why take away or limit a power you have?
what goes in, must come out
but contrary to belief,
what goes out, creates for more to come in
you are never too full
and what you give, you don’t lose
it gives back
holding onto what’s limitless-
as if it is limited-
limits life
exposure is a key aspect of both life and growth
all things must come to, and know light
exposure, with composure that is
questions are simple, but received with complexity
I am simply complex, I suppose
well I have a simply complex threat to ask,
why is the runner, rewarded
and the seeker, punished?
Plans Forwarded, Moved Backwards
I have to unlearn,
what I unlearned
and re-learn,
what I tried forgetting
and then learn on the go,
what I have yet to have learned
even when places stay the same
faces change, people change
and so I must change
just to keep up
or I’ll be kept down
and stepped on
Lethal Injection
black people don’t have the best history in America…
well there’s more to this statement,
this can apply to almost anything black in America
but when it comes to medicine malpractice and experimentation
nor do poor people
and so when you place poor people in prison
barely care for their health
disregard the living situation you put them in
then ask them if they want a vaccine to help them
well uh, trust isn’t high on our list
people don’t trust prisoners
and we do not trust yaw
even at our own detriment
so fuck that needle
we want our shot at freedom
but there’s no telling what you may put in it
so we might not make it back from that shot
everyday in here is already a death penalty
we not trying to speed up that reality
just cause you got it for cheap
call us jaded, we learned from you
but threaten and wager our visits,
you got our attention
then risk we will
so shoot us up!
and we’ll sing like the Hamilton play-
“I’m not throwing away my, SHOT!”
because all jokes aside,
being forgotten and unseen is a far worse fate
Home is Where I Had to Make
I feel the beast calling to me
consuming me back into her belly
and it feels so familiar
so warm and homely
nostalgically remembering it being my home
I developed inside of her
cooing like a baby to her grumblings
rocked to sleep by her roars
kept warm by the fire broiling inside of her
and now that she has called me back,
back home
I wonder if this is,
in fact, my true home
because strangely,
I feel more comfortable inside of her belly
as if this was her womb
and birthed the warrior and man that I came to be
what would I be outside of her
who would I be without her
though she breeds danger
I know her softer side
I know her what’s deep inside
because it is where I reside
and the inside is what counts
though the hypocrisy of the world only knows her externally
so she is named, regarded, and judged as doom
and men, wounded men-
seen as savages-
are sent to her to meet their doom
but it was the wretched ways of the world-
that first doomed me-
funny how that works
and as I claim to desire to get back out
to have my freedom above all else
not for the mere fact of having freedom
because I have found that within myself,
but for what I would now do with freedom
yet I found freedom inside, of all places
do I want to get out?
do I really?
the embers of flame brooding inside of her
sending shockwaves to my spine
as my hairs rise like a porcupine’s
salivating as I open my mouth to ventilate
the smoke inhalation is akin to fresh baked cookies out of the oven
and I feast upon my own destruction
what else is there to do?
this, is no place for man
this is no place for mail
but like any cast away,
I was forced to make it a place for me
while I was returned to the belly of the beast
with a note, “damaged male, return to sender”
because the world and I still had things to address
and freedom hadn’t built a home for me yet