waiting on nothing
hoping for something
somebody
someone
somehow
feeling like no one
with nobody
but this, body
Spirit
Middle Grounded Me
I’m over the top
because I feel under booted foot
positive thoughts, think top shelf
reality hits, feeling underground
get over it, all!
pulled back down by things beneath me
you wouldn’t understand
you’re too busy standing over me
judgments holding me down
it’s harder each time to rise back up
so I’m done tripping,
falling over you!
I’m taking a strong stand,
on the up and up
centering myself
Fear Less
I won’t give another tear
to another year
living with another fear
Inhuman Differences
allow us to be
human
not hued-man
the mix messages
which switch with colors
are confusing
the numbers
used to presume identity
isn’t human-ly
it’s humiliating
while the expectation
set for us
to consume these indignities
and indecencies
with humility
isn’t humorous
it’s inhumane
and shouldn’t be
in humans
whom diverse themselves as
hued-man
hue is just a relative truth
it is just a point of light-reflected view, man
it is not a human’s
absolute truth
but I guess
being split by races
someone has to get to the finish line first
just to discover
there was no race at all
it was just a walk
one of observation
and evolution
but life passes fast
when you pass it fast
”and all that energy wasted”
says the tortoise
oh well, better luck next life
With Without
I can be
without ‘with’
be, can I
with without?
yes!
born abundant
Message to Seekers
please do not open coffins
if you can not handle the sacred remains,
chant the words of power
initiate the rituals
pour the libations
invoke the ancestors
regard their wisdoms
uphold the rites of passage
and decipher the worshipping ways of the ancients
because a gift will become a curse
the cycle of life
will take the appearance of death
becoming scorned and feared
misunderstanding sacrifice
you will not make requisite offerings
as much as you will create offense
excavating wisdoms
uttering them without understanding,
for the title of ‘knower’ and most enlightened
creating separation of divine wholes
inventing forms where form hath not exist
believing you have saved and discovered something
while impure conquests has truly preserved
what has now become tarnished
and the temple will live on desecrated
tales made of truths
in forms that now confuse and subjugate
provoking constant states of fear,
war and lost identity
where dominion over the dominated
and unlearned, reigns
because truth has become owned
for namesake
but reciprocity,
is divine law!