across the black soil clay pan i wander and wonder
my old peoples homelands for millennia
shared now among our not just our families of old, but with newer arrivals
its not so much angst but a simmering disappointment
that our existence continues to be questioned
for where in history shall our learned friends sit when even they cannot acknowledge the truth
fear not i tell folk, for we a not foe, welcome we shall should you need to be
take all and give not they tell us for good, on knees we have worked
equality told but no equity served
humor and hope our resilience is strong as always we have and shall carry on
open arms still extended
offering naysayers in, we carry on the wishes of our old peoples hearts
learn and transfer
teach and acquire, knowledge and compassion our essence to inspire
Gaba Gii (good heart, Gamilaroi)
Categories:
gaba, anti bullying, appreciation, courage,
Form: Prose Poetry
I am acetylcholine
I am self-aware
I am norepinephrine
I am energy
I am serotonin
I am emotion
I am GABA
I am pain
I am dopamine
I am pleasure
I am an ancestral soup
Of neurochemical harmony
My steps are predetermined
There are no choices
There is no truth
Faith is superfluous
Hope is an illusion
Love is obviated
I am
11.26.18
For Atheist contest sponsored by Anthony Slausen
Categories:
gaba, atheist,
Form: Free verse
You fight the onset of caring, as the gaba released is unbarring,
your mornings give ways for you to persuade your mind of the night you sat staring.
You converse with the highest concern, for compassion in light of your turn, to take one more shot as you hit the spot while your peers continue to burn.
They wait til you're phased and unsteady, til the drinks make you think that you're heavy, just as you intend for right they instead will **** you as soon as you're ready
When Tupac sad *****es would funk, the reasons as why niggas sunk, he forget to add booze to the reasons they choose, to kill men as he said that while drunk.
Categories:
gaba, caregiving, growing up, love,
Form: Free verse