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
Spirit
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
Theory of New Growth
when you have new growth
and you grow in a place outside which you first grew
then you go back to the place which you first grew
trying to find someone in a place which you outgrew
and you can not find what you grew into
because where you grew
is beyond where you were first grown
therefore you have to look outside of your comfort zone
to reap the harvest of your growth
because the places you once knew
no longer recognize you
no matter how familiar they may be, you now see them differently
so the desires you now have
can’t be found in the place where you first recognized yourself
because now you have grown into someone new
an adult
and prison did that
just as you can’t go back home and search for a new family
you can’t go back to prison to search for freedom
love don’t live there
and if it lives there, it only rents there
therefore, love don’t last there
go into a different field, a place that can bear your growth
a place to which you have not outgrown
no adult spends their free time in a play pin
manifesting a higher stream of consciousness broadens your horizons
you do not look for light nor definition in shade
so the partners you pursue have to be of an environment that compliments your growth
you have to look beyond the small peaks which you originally hailed and sprang from
make sense?
I explained this to a friend about my search to find a conscious woman
conscious in culture history spirituality and the human condition
at least having an opening inclination for broader acceptance of things not here or deeper scope of intrigue in things that are her
mindful but confident in the intuition she naturally summons at a clip higher than men
he has one, but I do not
the only woman he knows who is like that, he loves and has
that’s beautiful
and I know several, yet have Nada
that’s beautiful too, in its own way
the reason for this whole talk is because people scale the people they know, based solely on their own experience or where they came from
and to most prisoners leaving, who have bettered their selves
have to seek in the same lake which they have outgrown
and most of the people there are still as they were…maybe a little jaded
so they freed prisoner will either intrigue them
overwhelm them
or suppress himself, dumb his self down just to fit back into the place he outgrew
because being larger than life is damn near impossible
becoming larger than the life you once had is damn near crucifying
so you either remain diligent in your new identity
especially if you are incapable of having the resources to move anytime soon
or you just stow away all you learned for a rainy day when you’ll actually need it in a crowd that makes growth less miserable to possess and more normal to express
and readapt to the place you should now be king or queen over
yet by pressure to fit in, you have reduced yourself to a peasant once more
and so the cycle repeats
and this is how society polices and marginalizes itself by design
the structures hold
and growth seems so oppressive, better to blend and be dwarfed by assimilation
so opposites really attract, especially if you do not realize you are opposites, training yourself to believe you are the same
because what is life but searching for self everywhere you go
but who you are, when you deny yourself and become someone or everyone else just to fit in seamlessly without struggle
and then you date that version of self, and call it happiness and love
while deep down…well you already know where I’m going with this
no wonder so many people feel empty and so much love fails
because we have failed ourselves
by deciding to settle for less than we are
‘the mind, once stretched by a new idea, can never return to its original dimensions’- Ralph Waldo Emerson
Pursuit of Knowledge
per my recollection
insight and perspective
given the information
I’ve become aware of, and
familiar with, this is
what I think maybe is…
since none have reached
the full expanse of knowledge
in any area, therefore
all knowledge is incomplete
as is,
so one whom assumes all
is known has become lost and
limited, all that is known may
be deduced to collective theory,
backed by favoring yet limited
references, being that the source of
all, is beyond comprehension
never take my word for anything
nor anything for granted
ask your own questions, as much
as, answering questions asked
fore you can always add to knowledge
can not the expert be taught?
or the wise man and wise woman
still learn? can you not be just as
much a benefit, as you are benefited?
knowledge is the equalizer of all human
beings, we are all forever free to seek
and wherever this ability is limited
or thwarted, is indeed, prison
given that all things acquired
and created, is in the name of
acquiring knowledge, so then the
pursuit of happiness, can be actuality,
yet in all reality, it is the pursuit of peace,
potentiality, but the source of it all
equating both in one is, the pursuit of knowledge
alas, you are living, free
you are free, free to be
free to reap, free to seek
know and become…
now put it all into works
as this is the act of wisdom
because knowledge is not
immobile, ambivalent nor ambiguous
it is an action, and so action, in its
limitless forms, must always be taken
for the wise
who am I anyway to say any of this?
I don’t know, but I’ll find out
you can join the pursuit, if you’d like
Become as, You Drink
from the untapped wells
of infinite truth
may I sip from you
and then speak satiated
not by the quenched thirsts of pride
nor satisfying the deep boughs of ego
but from the modest hand
that puddled truth before my lips
purifying my tongue
and so I past it on
causing none to become lost
angered nor confused by my word
a word not of me
but from the source that which I came
springing into being
putting word to manifestation
creation, spewed from my lexicon
and then there was life
wherever I was
wherever I went
wherever I left
wherever I am
and wherever I go from here on