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In the rain shadow of Majave Desert I eat hot sand
I am singing with their Death Valley
I have allowed them to build my faith under a Joshua Tree
& I feel a pain in the little finger
leaning towards a withered language
I maintain the hollow of the dirty sky
I am split between the Great Basin & Province & the Sonoran Desert where the dark tower is a grave
from one hole to another I seal the capital of decaying with anesthesia
A return to Normalcy
As night comes, all are at ease
We return to slumber
In the electric comfort
Of artificiality that is our lives
We revel in the false sense of our own
Modern conveniences
We forget the thin veil between
Our electric life, truth of nature’s brutality
Of our existence, we believe we are
Immune to the real world, harsher realities
Till only a loss of electric life or death, finite
Our comfort zone is rot, lost, and won
Something jars us back to reality
Of the world so frail
So it goes for everything n anyone
We are wrapped in ourselves
We are ignorant of the truth, in flesh
We hid in the comfort of our arrogance
We whitewash our history
We tell ourselves one thing
We miss direct our attention
With glamour, illusions, n media broadcasts
Peel back the thin layer of civility
See the bones of mortality
The flesh of humanity
The blood of our souls, vanity
We are primal and dangerous
Everything foretold, lost
We are comforted by our excesses
We fear what we cannot hold
And believe all we are sold
As we turn in for a much-needed reprieve
A needed night's rest, we are in our woolen
Wilds and slumber in our hypocrisy.
An empty room filled
with silence,
I want to remain,
I want to dream more.
The wind pushes
the window wide
open filling the room,
no longer empty;
yet, nobody’s there,
dark, cold, empty,
middle of nowhere on top
of a hill. I can't fly
like the flower petals over
there. I step outside,
and lay on grass under
a sky filled with stars.
Maybe I can't
reach the sky, but
I want to stretch
my hand out
and still try.
The stars remain eternal.
As I walk north,
I continuously walk
among this darkness.
My happy memories haunt
me and question my
choices. I too wonder
what will become
of me, yet
I still want to struggle,
not knowing
which path to take,
I now consider this
my fate,
times of sink or swim,
life surrounded
by hardships, but
I cannot give up,
this is my fight.
Maybe I can never fly
to the sky of stars far
out of my reach, but
I still want to try.
Its only night,
the morning always
comes,
a long journey awaits me.
OF WE AND THEY/EVEN US AND THEM! *
In the beginning
We were the architects
Of God’s designed world;
Then came them—
The devastating forces
Of its Garden Of Eden
Decline:-
We were the flowers
And fruits of the Garden;
Then they became
The slithering and coiling
Slime of disobedience
And disrespect:-
We were chosen
To teach cross bearing
With the Bearer thereof;
Then they—save Mark—
Tried to leave out
Our Simon Of Cyrene hue:-
As you read, my children,
Listen to these 83+ years
Old screaming words:
We must know that ourstory here,
Did not begin with their slavery!
They’re just lyingly implicated this,
In their fecal canvassing
Of their diuretic history:-
While we remain
The crucified oppressed,
And they, the crucifiers,
Realize our Ancestors
Ensured that we would be
Today’s resurrected ones;
Overcoming and ascending,
Memorial total liberation:-
Thus, it be between them
And us, in waning oppression
And waxing liberation;
We ascending the mountaintop,
Not as children of Sisyphus,
But, the ebony-hued of the Liberator:-
Why is my face split in two?
A twin I call her
Confident and beautiful
Funny and entertaining
Her smiles light up every room.
A life of the party
Excellent in every word.
A frown I like to wear
I leave the smiles to her
It suits just one of us.
I think I'm not that pretty
The face we share says different
And even when people tell me
I think they speak of her.
I hate when people see me
They want me to be her
They expect charm and charisma
And then my jokes fall flat.
I'm in my head a lot
Thinking how to become her.
Never together we are
Always one at every time.
I cannot talk about her
And she herself can't too
Cause then people would notice
She's one and I'm the same.
A person I created
To make myself feel safe
But then she turned out
Better than I ever was.
But only in her shadows
I find the solace I seek.
And I hope that maybe someday
She's all that I'll become.
DESPAIR NOT
Root not in despair,
be in the reaping of God’s
fruits of healing grace:
Glorified in your progress,
continue plowing onward:-
Great T-rumposaurus meanus!
Adolph and Don share a genus
With teensy wiener
Was Hitler meaner
Or Trump with his weeny p-e-n-i-s?
gaslighting - she is inflammable
They mistook her silence for softness.
But beneath that stillness,
the ground was shifting.
She wasn't snow–
she was the mountain before it breaks.
She held her tongue like a fuse,
every word a spark she wasn't ready to let go.
Not yet.
She didn't scream–
she shimmered.
Until the heat in her lungs became truth,
until the truth was too molten to hold.
And when it came out,
it wasn't a whisper.
It was lava–
raw, red, unstoppable.
Every step she took melted the lies beneath her feet.
They called it anger.
They called it destruction.
But she called it survival.
She didn't burn to destroy –
she burned to be seen.
To be heard.
To remind the world that even quiet girls
can set the earth on fire.
He may not be new to Peruvians or New York, but he is like a brand-new shiny penny to us. His casual manner serves as a guide to the pathways Jesus took. He is a simple and uncomplicated man of God. I like him, I can't wait to see his program rolled out before us. He greeted people on his Popemobile with dignity and pride. I can't wait for his presence in the City of New York. What will he say? How will we accept him? With Grace and Humility. I hope. Pope Leo XIV, I welcome "Your Grace." It is time for the Catholic Church to be brought together as one. I believe you can do this. With help from the congruent. I am a simple catholic person who believes, you can bring us together. Don't allow the Power Structure to ruin your vision. Be Strong and stand with the people. We love you.
Ramparts of the castle?
Slicked well with rain or blood?
Ask the master's vassal.
His veins have caused a flood...
Well. Is that so? Don't you know?
Steady as we go.
Carrion, feed well each crow!
Falling down, O foe...
Wilting is a part of life?
Dance upon, O strife.
Circumstances, red raw rife.
Krokus, knead the knife.
Thought-spark, ignite in the dark!
Covenant and Ark!
Ocean deep, seen many a shark?
Gloss well thy fair bark...
Silent are the gods of death?
More talkative than some.
Cradle well, O sea of Tethys!
Seth, the storm may come...
Causality chaotic!
Grind them with thy wheel!
Current events make all sick!
Enemy teach to steal!
Feeling well, O Fates a-Three?
Close thy eyes and see.
Doom, bequeath! Most desperately!
Sun god, fortune, fee...
Hanging hope on garden roses
Licking love from silver spoons
On the run in tundras frozen
Throwing howls at the moon
No true way to leave the castle
Though you came here on your own
Sometimes you are a prisoner
Sometimes you’re on the throne
Though his rugged mange offends you
His venom’s nothing new
Still he keeps you close to him
Beauty is a beast too
When you don’t know
What you can’t do
Then the unimaginable
Comes naturally to you
When you've never seen
What you couldn’t be
Then your vision
Grows wings that keep you free
When you’re not aware of
What tomorrow brings
Then hope is a magnetic springboard
That can attract anything
When your dreams soar unencumbered
By gender, age, ability, or space
Then the very wind will propel your goals
Onto the path of a hero’s gaze
My life without you on my road.
It"s not life, it's a loss of direction
I d'ont know very well how
to live without your love...
I am a human trait, not a person,
lost in the human devastation...!
Without love I am almost nobody
- It was just a technical kiss !
so said the blushing moon...
when she kissed the retreating sun...