the world is more
than black and white
yet I lose not sight of arrangement
and feeling of place
I know these walls
intimate with their tremblings
my heart encompasses absolute truth
but my mind navigates orientation
and I am inside the belly of the beast
being not the least bit confused
of whose beastly belly I am submerged
the sickly grotesque stomach lining
of stolen legacies
for this is the insides of a white man
and I have been swallowed whole in his world
Trauma
Poor Choice, Poor Condition
to all who have ears to listen
and eyes to bear witness
sometimes poor is a choice
sometimes poor is a condition
this is how the poor escapes being impoverished
up your consciousness
not your superficial followers
look beyond the obvious
and reap intuitive providence
understand the temporal veil
natural law and each cause and consequence
transcend western oppressive doctrines
and the temptation of cerebral dominance
rising to the knowing of the Intelligence-of-the-Heart
to realize your promise and prominence
this is how the poor escapes being impoverished
The Pain You Reap
to know life
is to know peace
to not understand
life,
is to know pain
in the pursuit of
peace
and to be
oblivious,
is to make peace
with pain
or say I think
because
the pleasure you seek…
For Granted
you don’t hear me
even though
you push me to be
heard
turning up the volume even
so that I can be
heard
while you tune past
the station
comfortable with knowing
it exists
but not experiencing
enough
to truly understand
what’s being experienced
The Devil Unknown
the longer one lives
in their delusions
truth
takes the appearance
of hate
The Noose of Knowing and Not
some are born knowing
and others,
born needing to be taught
the problem is
the knowers
exploit the learners
whom then learn the same
nowadays,
knowledge is a rope long enough to…