diversity is our most precious asset
platinum lips
titanium hips
because the iron
in our blood
rusts
(that’s trust without the (t)
tinted hearts
plastic tits
lifted eyes
circumcised lies
so we can numb the
guilt of our reality
are you terrified of the
non-chalant
suicide
you commit every day
when you hide behind
all those things
you are not?
a pure heart is such as
long-shot
in this world of
perfectly plastic
humans.
my cell door goes
click,clack
balleywack
hacketty yack
latch!
and I’m locked in again..
sealed between
four cement walls
a cement ceiling and
a cement floor
as if.. I were dead and
entombed once more
maybe I die each time
I come in
and maybe I arise each time
I go out that door
maybe!
is this where they send
the lost souls or
the found ones?
is this a safe place
to find god?
what if I don’t?
what if I already have?
what if my mom and dad
don’t forgive me?
what if I die here?
what if I’m already dead?
well..
no worries because
sooner or later
that door will go
click, clack
balleywack
hacketty yack
and I will rise
again
it’s not that life is long
it’s that death is slow
everything you ever wanted
when you let it all
go.
you cling to life
as if you’re entitled to it
when it was always
just a gift that
if you let go of
would be returned
to you
eternally.
the current of electricity
flows through my veins
i feel it in every beat
and vibration of my heart
be-boom, be-boom, be-boom
like an atom bomb song
stuck pleasantly on repeat
heart
beat
heart
beat
sing
heart
sing
heart
expound, sound, rain
heart
gong
beat
wallop
and stir
and flow
and kill all the
gentle noise
of the mind
and guide me
safetly
blindly
beat by humble beat
repeat, repeat
echo, echo
beat heart
heart beat
Be-At-Titude
love ya,
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electromagnetic butteries
with bright eyes
and hearts the size of Africa
i know you miss my encouragement
my compliments.
i hear your cries
they echo, echo
in the constant bellow
of the air vents
i feel your tears in my palms
they drippedy drip in the faucet
as your heart contracts
so do your wings
as your heart expands
so do your wings
i need you to flippedy flap them
in these lonely moments
until i return
glittery fluttery them until
you catch a breeze
that carries you free
but recall that breeze end
and you must be prepared to
fluttery fluttery then again
the energy of your heart beat
comes from the same source
and in that way we are always
con-nec-ted
and often
when you lie still to find your heart beat
i am lying still finding mine
and in that moment
we dance together with god
it’s a slow dance
a love dance
it’s entanglement
where my valves and circuits
my veins and wires
shock you and feed you
and make your electromagnetic wings
flippedy flip
flap flap
jump into the fog and let’s dance..
the room is folded in two
and I’m a little blue
the dove coo’s but
I can’t see it’s tune
the notes conclude somewhere
out of you
solar flair tempest
and the answer always
seems so clear
then changes with a
new moments atmosphere
and all of you want to hear, I’m sorry
you were right
I’m crazy and
I need your help
save me, save me
mommy, dearest;
pray for me!
the valley of darkness
is not conquered in tandem
in two’s
it don’t sing no fucking duet
it only swallows one heart
one reject
at a time
but none of you would know that because
your shoes fear the forest
you’re too scared to
even step twice upon the bridge
you’ll never know life until
you know
death
it’s not even possible
fear cripples each of you to vapor
that drifts into the calm harbor
and rests there until
anna rises and burns you back
to hide behind
your curtains
death
can’t hide from acceptance
nothing can hide from
acceptance
my blue will fade with
the rising sun
and I will rise, likewise,
to a fresh moment
but your fear haunts you
even between the fold of your toes
up in your gums
in every crevice you own
and I wish you the best of
luck!
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I read a poem today –
from a beautiful young woman
a post lover
an amazing friend –
that was so exquisitely written
I’d call it a psalm
she’s a broken butterfly
fairy dust scraped from her wings
by the child life caress of
life
cacooned once more because
her pirate god sailed beyond
the moon drunk, sun parched
horizon again
damn him, love him, can’t escape him
I remain
and she knows this
but she fears one day I won’t
and she believes on that day
she’ll die.
she has been loyal and honest for years
she has sacrificed
she has loved purely, albeit humanely
and feels that should be enough
to forge Cherubim’s sword
protect her paradise
from the blackened steel end
hot orange embers
my andvil has been struck (X) billion times
a gong that rumbles earth plates
to a quake.
when beaten
hot as hells forge on a no cloud, blister day
I have enough iron and embers
in my dense andvil heart to kill
or love all of you
I choose love
my heart valves sheen with diamonds as
the non-synthetic oil breeds
it’s way like the flame of a
mad bitch dragon
from my andvil heart
to her broken butterfly wings
you can’t cage eternal life,
this I’ve said before
With love,
1007.
I listen
to these kids
(because most of them are kids)
swap exaggerations
all day and all night
they’re masculine facade
their badass tough guy
filters in and out of
air vents
because it’s that thin
that see through
that porous
that viscous
they talk prison
they talk fights
they tough up
and out
and their little
hearts shake
like cot
grasshoppers
every one of them
would run if you said
they could
their mothers know
they are not men
so they are faking
all the stage lighting
so of course they worry
and dread for them
they moan for them
cry and weep for the boys
they pray will one day be
men
(maybe)
I don’t intimidate them
the smell and sight of godly confidence
is evident to every man
and woman
it’s something both fascinating
and scary
it lingers much longer
settles in the pores of the temples
hides in the memory drums
and seeps forth
hours on end
why do you do this, to these children?
they’re scared as edgy antelope
they need attention
not concrete clothespins to hang by
and dry
I cry for them because
they’re too scared to tell you
and themselves the
TRUTH.
and I cry for them because
you’re too self absorbed to
HELP.
and I cry for you too because..
you’re lazy heart will cost you
much dearer in the
END.
I am surrounded by criminals, the fringe, the outcasts, the drunks and drug addicts and thieves and robbers and even worse
I love these people
they are my peeps
I don’t always love their behavior; they are far from perfect like me
but they are raw and exposed because they’ve been caught and there’s nothing left to hide
there’s no makeup to cover the scars and maggot infected wounds in jail
they have to find peace in guilt and shame and concrete and steel and cold ass iron
all is stripped away, like Jesus in the tomb
theses people were his people too
we are alike JC and me in that way
the losers are winners to us to me
we don’t fear the human imposed consequences… well, maybe some of them do but I don’t and that is a comfort to them
dear Christians, to whom will you give comfort to today?
or, will you simply comfort you?
it’s a question most of you will either feel guilty about when you read or you will react defensively and say: who is he to speak? he’s a thief in prison…
but deep down, god knows your heart and my heart no matter our physical location
and I love u even if ur no outcast…
find ur hrtbt.
hold it tight.
love it pure and right.
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feather bows and graphite arrows like the purity of our hearts in today’s times
so soft and brittle and easy to sway and shatter
no discipline, no strength to say no, no boundaries
this is hard, but worth the love
wise men always flee society:
gurus to caves, Jesus to the desert… maybe I keep finding myself here as a means of veiling myself from society
the veil is so thin and yet so thick
I fear for us, I fear, I fear
thump goes god inside each of us
find your beat and hold it tightly
love,
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