the toll
of my very breath
upon my heart
pains me to death
or at least,
the desire for it
if not just
too dangerously close a curious fantasy
Trauma
Dark Energies and Dark Entities
when you become
aware of them
they too
become aware of you
you’ll know this
to be true
because the familiar
sounds like you
two different things
perceived the same
horror and confusion
this conclusion reigns
What is My Worst Fear?
success in your eyes
and then,
failing You.
predictions
expectations
opinions
statistics
beliefs
ideas
hopes
biases
prejudices
projection
makes cowards of us all
A Mistaken Will
he that claims one’s imagination
enslaves his emotion
and subjugates his kingdom
to the dominion of outsiders
and the king
can never find seat
upon his own throne
as long as he doesn’t recognize
the strangers in his own home
he will be like a nomad
in his very land
subservience,
and the illusion of sovereignty
forever his legacy
Figure of Speech (Free-verse)
I am the definition
of an acrobatic radical
versatile as my vertebrae
vertical verses reverse the subversive and emerge on the surface
like sermons
to the needy persons
like verbiage, the wordage is worms to the birds that keep swarming earliest
my mentality merciless like the enforcement and legislation of laws
and the time I’ve spent observing cold-blooded murders from systemically created murderers
nature nurtured hurt
and murmurs of the worriers
and warriors and tormenters I’ve placed inside of my melancholic melodious journalism
scripting their penchant for privatizing and profiteering the purges of pain
punished inside of the urbanization of prisons while pundits and partisans politic “if I’m fit for forgiveness, and my guiltiness”
just to guillotine my worthiness
so when my body is liberated from this captivity
actually, they’ll attack me more actively
provoking me vocally, passively
with preconceived notions and statistical quotas
by the weight of my record amidst the gravity of keeping me grounded and over-blaming me for the grounding,
I swear that this shit is maddening
but I’m a daddy and
I’ma keep rising the saddle daily battling defying the averages
prose of a con is an ionic bond,
to the iconic WayOfLife
just give me a mic and I’ll fight the fight I was born to take on
like the son of creed, all I need is a ring, and a bell I can ding
I stopped kicking the stones that was thrown at me,
when I was down vulnerably on my knees,
and I picked them up like David with his sling
so just give me the platform to set every stone free
ready or not, hear comes the figure of speech
The Angels and I We made Promise Rings out of Halos
I rose up.
married to my destiny
I counted the blessings of my success’ dreaded predecessors
then forgave myself for good measure
opposition became opportunity
pain never felt so good
each obstacle boosted my immunity
and differentiation revealed layered expressions of Divine Unity
I now see, you and me
You, in Me
beautiful luminary
reflecting with rue the hues of my once impotent rudimentary views
my former lunacy cartooned the fool in me
reminiscing lucid spoofs
where I’d seek mental acuity as proof
loops of intellectualizing ancient wisdoms,
going through hoops of over rationalizing absolute truths
chastising my family feuds
when big brother logic is bemused
when I attempt to fuze
him to his sister, insight
and the middle-child intellect
to the baby, intuition
like a pair of Siamese siblings quibbling
my left hemisphere compensating as if it was always right,
truly only fooling me
the ego will grant illusions or allure and lore
with the guised con of consciousness
but resorts back to conformed common sense
whenever posed against something which makes no kind of sense
the problem is
the mental can only perceive from the common sense
limited to 5, pleading the fifth
cautiously acknowledging any lift from the kingdom of the 6th
devotion to the abstractions
promises less distraction with more detachment
yet appearing like madness
to the “don’t get mad get ‘glad wrap'” hypocritical fanatics-
overly peering peers
whom veer or loom near
provoking and volunteering jeers
and insults you hold dear
as souvenirs,
because to most
life is only lived and known at its lowest tier
you’re reminded there’s more than what meets the mirror
but not to a mere human being a mere human of fear
and there’s a lesson there
my new loyalty has oiled me in the soil
coiling my soul in the folds of a lotus
and I open up animated by the light of Sun as a true royal
walking upon my manifestations like Michael Jackson Moonwalking
that light within,
showed me the shadow of my skin
and to walk in the light of dark
is to live, and as long as you exist, you’ll never blend