torn

I stride this earth
and her magnificence rages
over my entire  being,
while Justice mourns in agony.

 

 

To which do I turn:

the fiery sun, blazing in defiance?
or
my soothing moon, sultry in beguiling calm?

 

 
art is power.
art is truth.
art is not a weapon-
‘less love crush us all.

alchemist of emotion,
spinning
hate into beauty.
But,
I am damned
and angry,
starving,
and fed up
with all ya’all.

 

 

but,
I love you too.

Sledgehammer

When fists are clenched so goddamned tight
how can I hold thoughts, much less a pen to write?

What solace could my words possibly provide
against the millions of pistols at your side?

what good is puffed up politicking
when some just need an old fashioned ass-kicking?

why should I have to articulate
why it’s wrong to systematically lynch and assassinate?

I’d be careful if I were you
cuz all other options have been tried, and I’m through.

Rise

fresh
and new.

tested and
true.

the future
awaits no one,
but you.

time fails
the uninitiated,
drowning young souls
in longing,
and want.

where are your
shiny scars
bearing lessons
ne’er forgotten?

where are your hopes,
but swinging strangely
like black fruit
in the empty breeze?

come lay your head
on this bed of ash feathers
and arise again;

remember
fearlessness.

come give yourself
unto your birthright,
come dance within my flame.

never quench
your rightful desire,
come learn your true name.

come,
and rise
again.

revival

springing
forward
into the arms of
destiny.

falling
backwards
into the devouring chasm
of hope.

flying:
soaring:
being:

 

free.
brave.
human.

one touch to my soul
sparks
the fiery divine.

let me
touch you back
with this
spark of mine….

Our flame
lighting this world
with love
and
fulfilling desire