as the winds settle
the feather lands
as the air thickens
the lungs expand
as the light radiates
the dark dissipates
as the frequencies vibrate
the world speaks to me
and I hear you calling, peace
Spirit
Changing Changes Changelessness
my body plunged by this mighty sword of life
blood of my life force rained down both sides
one side was of the injustices I was to experience
and the other, innocence I was to lose
as I cried out to the sky of imbalance
breathing the air of judgment
sobbing the inequalities of my being
I pondered love-
the fuel of my spirit
the vital essence of my being-
wondering why has it came under attack
before it first had a chance to stand
pain, wounds, and their callouses
armoring my body from love
and so life has been dulled by jade
entrapped by desensitization
the majesty of feelings, foreign
and freedom, alien
I scream in agony my confusion
whimpering for more than what is
heaving for signs
as my tears fall alone
my shadow holed by the sword of life
and tomorrow the neighbor of misery
though I deem its company
if only for the hope of a new life
where the sword of life can be sheathed at my side
fighting away the evils of darkness
slicing its way through what once agonized me
redemption, the handle of my sword I gripped heartily
fencing with despair
retribution, the cold shinning steel I wielded
jousting its tip into fears I once succumbed to
and resurrection became mine
defeating what once plunged itself deep inside the birth me
realizing, it was life that had killed me
nor love that calloused me
and not even ‘my’ fears of both,
which kept me silent, still, sore, secluded, and weeping
it was you
and I don’t need your acceptance,
I finally accept myself
even if you can’t accept that
but you will
because I am also a force
and from here on,
nothing will change the same
Feet Don’t Fail Me Now
through every cheer and jeer
feet don’t fail me now,
I can see the end is near
feet don’t fail me now,
through the marsh and mud
feet don’t fail me now,
through the tears and blood
feet don’t fail me now,
through the quicksand and valleys
feet don’t fail me now,
through the ravines and alleys
feet don’t fail me now
through the love and hate
feet don’t fail me now
through the trials that I face
feet don’t fail me now
through my strides to become great
feet don’t fail me now
through every right and wrong that I create
feet don’t fail me now
through the darkness, in search of some light
feet don’t fail me now
through my weakened states still summoning might
feet don’t fail me now
through taunts and abuses of power
feet don’t fail me now
through every minute that feels like an hour
feet don’t fail me now
though every prejudice and stereotype
feet don’t fail me now
through every pain that squeezes every bit of me inside
feet don’t fail me now
through the longing for my sons
feet don’t fail me now
through every subtraction and plight to overcome
feet don’t fail me now
I don’t want this
I didn’t ask for this
strength is only an illusion of moments put together
where I come out standing
as opposed to lying prone
to the gravity of life
and the road of redemption I trek
is high and rocky
and I am weary
but as I began to sink and fall
I felt my feet being lifted and my body transported to the everlasting finish line of promise and purpose
my feet became my team
they picked me up, from where I left off
so that I would know no failure, only respite
I realized at that moment
this road I walked, this journey I trekked-
wasn’t endured alone no longer
though I face my own trials
I don’t face them alone
because my triumph is in that I have more than two feet
and I had to fall to realize that I wouldn’t hit rock bottom again
because the ground is now hands and hearts
that are here, with me
and are there, needing me
so how can I fail, when I, is We
We BlackSheep Flocks and Shepards
Thank You.
Less than Self-less
I’m not myself
I am not ‘my’ self
I am another self-
an ‘other’ self
I do not know if I had a self I owned
is anything ever truly yours in this life?
self-autonomy, sovereignty, and proprietor
all just exaggerated synonyms of independence
but I feel like someone else
a different self
a self that is not necessarily mine
but also, not not mine
just a self unidentified
or a self that surfaces opportunely when care is lost,
and control is forfeited
an emotionally uninhibited self
that sways like the rough winds at sea
to the rhythm of dark energies
and the eery orchestra of vocal frequencies projecting from my mind summoned by the immediate environment that has plagued my peace
clinging to it like moss foresting the century’s sunken titanic
or barnacles upon my White Whale of Serenity
in other words
I’m acting outside of my self
and have given into the causation of the conditions imposed upon me
resistance is futile
as for now,
I hate
I anger
I hurt
I pain
I rage
I slump
I tire
I give, in-side out of me-no more
Evolved Light
inside my lair of reasons and unknowns-
deep as the ocean floor’s fluorescent inhabitants-
there are secrets, hopes, dreams, and well wishes
adorned by an insatiably hungry darkness
and like these see-through seafloor creatures,
I too, have had to evolve into my own light
so I can see
so I can survive
so the things inside my lair can thrive in the light
What Type of Time You On?!
this is the dark, where they hide light
protect your heart, hind, and blindside
because war is the highlight
your ceiling is a twilight
and your floor is full of blind mice
there is no fistfights, only knife fights
fight for your life fights
before you can fight for your rights,
you have to fight for your likes,
for the end of each night,
where you can die or take life flights
you ride like a knight, align sides-
comprised with your might-
to describe and define size
ties cosign time
pied pipe, and lies lobotomize,
dried eyes, cries will compromise life
you can’t hide, only disguise and rise like-
climbed heights,
time in the limelight, will assign hype
and pay with your life, because life is the right price
because this time, is the ride or you die type