One Minute at a Window in March.(1)

His car insides were black

His skin resembled mine

I sat in the back seat

Arms behind my back

Metal merging with skin

Hope escaping through circular

scrapes and cuts

Life dug from my bones

And freedom ripped from my throat

This is what death feels like

A return to prophesied slavery.

The parking garage is dark,

lit only by sirens that announce

the arrival of more failed soldiers of the state

Kings that bucked too wildly when they awakened

to the mental chains that surrounded them

The Continent of Contentious Equality and the Story of Victor the Second Atom."

When I worry about things I have, and things I want,

and how I'll miss all the things I must do without, so there are no more starving children
in this world.

Equality becomes contentious,

Equality means I must look discomfort straight in the eye,

Equality means I must scream at the top of my lungs Ego you have no place here, get

out of my house.

No longer will I surrender freedom to the hardness of my heart and becomes a slave to the failed dreams

my minds once held.

Because equality is

bigger than just taking monetary symbols

from hard working Ceo's and prideful middleclass men striving to land on the status

symbol of hard working ceo's ,

It is minds connected like a super computer,

running on high speed internet

raising the consciousness of the population,

so that their intelligence isn't fixed on fallen angels 500,000 dollar wedding

dresses,

or simply held captive to an idea called tomorrow…..

an idea granted to no one,

but a place that is given by grace,

a place made

of paradise

not prisions

a place made of dreams

that have no particular destination

except the one called Good.

Equality affirms Love

and the freedom that Love demands

Written words, ancient consciousness, spanning generations,

before time and comprehension began to understand

I am that I am,

there you are that you are,

and I am this,

which lives in you

simultaneously living in me

expressed in things we have labeled

cultural, expression, communication,

individual.

Art!

Equality is contentious because

it's victor has already won the war

and this is really about That,

A story of hopelessness and darkness

and how out of darkness came this big bang of light,

Sent to awaken eyes that were sleeping, yet stubbornly thinking they were awake.

This is a story culminating in the word good,

cause after egos and contention were defeated

Flags were burned and all that humanity needed,

They saw had been with them from the beginning.

Equality ,is recognizing there is one individual fragmented into trillions of atoms

flung into space, when the fundamental structures of this place was laid

Sparks that became eternal stars

ignited by the light that is the life of every human being

Waking Wonders.

I....I don't understand intimacy with you

The difficulty of letting your face search my insides makes me hold my breath and

Sometimes these inhalations fail to whisper to this heart why this is ,what it is,

when it is

Frustrated I exhale cathartic wonders

none vying

So that I can place a finger on you and say now I understand---

She collects dolls and figurines

relics for heart which at 74  remind her of that spring day when her youngest

daughter stopped by and told her mother she would die

and when she did

to remember her chocolate skin

in the charcoal pigmented statue of a Nubian princess.

The porcelain figure is as fragile as lives

she's seen extinguished in the

blinking of an eye.

Her mother in the hospital bed,

machines flashing filling the clinical colored room with electronic signals

alerting everyone that

life .... is fading into something else.

My aunt wailed when her sister died.

Running down the street

Soul screaming She's dead, She's dead, oh my god

my God, my God, why have you fucked me

It is moments like these in which her mother learned not to make souvenirs of her

vision

Instead her consciousness is invaded with memories of what was

& what she hoped would be

Hope.

A little seed, the color of mustard.

nurtured in each plot of soil formed in her belly

The list of instructions

Love, Love, Love

She cultivated each soul to stand strong like a tree to

raise its hands to the

sky like leaves of branches


and with the spirit of our breath

to itterate blessings and thanks to an unknown being

which yearned for the forest laden earth to feel its paralyzing embrace

and clap its hands
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Yet fear became our lord,

first, when we believed we translated every syllable accurately,

second,when the culture of our hearts turned its back on grace

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I want to be intimate with you

I want to commune with the greatness that paints

humming pastel sunrises, and makes noise on a still

urban street,

I long for songs of hope

ricocheting in humanities scull

in the stead of ambulances, jackhammers, and businessman's shrapnel.

I want to leave death to death and life I want to inhabit

I want to live in this moment, in this place with you,

I want to always remember that we are wonders exhaled into being

You have purpose,

I have purpose

Let's make our grandmothers proud.

Before the throne of gods

Make her smile

Smile

I want you to smile

I want God to smile.

because smiling is that thing we do,

when the wheel is spinning and there's no way of stopping it

and we're just holding on

holding on really tight to each other

and when we stop spinning

Maybe those tiny seeds fostered in our mothers wombs

will burst forth from our hearts

and cultivate a garden of translucent truth

but right now we've got each other. 

So take your nails and dig them deep into the earth of my being

and hold on to me as I hold on to you.

To Know and Be Known

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The things that were big and went Bang

In the beginning  there was darkness

In the beginning there were no colors human eyes could interpret

No language for human ears to understand

and no words...

Save one

to be spoken


In the beginning there was one.

One

Unit

One

Love

One  Community

One

Desire

to experience unity outside of the union

so that the union could see itself

clothed in an array of melanin colored  dirt.

One desire

to hear the pitch of love translated by tongues

vocal chords spanning forever and ever and

ever

One

Desire

to taste the sugar laced kisses of its beloved self.

In the beginning there was darkness

and from this darkness sprang the light of death

and

the light of life

Flung through the chaos of uncharted space and time

Sound waves and particles appearing fashioning

galaxies,

suns,

planets,

& moons.

Unending light intertwined with unique sacred breath animating the dust of stars

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Yet the pain of separation was far too great

and the bones were dry

and longed for water

In one accord they groaned throughout the earth

to the fading vision of the one

that they might live as they once had.

They groaned for bread

They groaned for blood

They groaned to return

Time left the realm of

personification and dwelt in the realities of humanity.

Eternity broke down into

moments

moments to

seconds,

seconds to minutes,

minutes to hours,

and hours to days

Each day with it, a new fear

abstracted from these thoughts

YOU ARE NOT LIKE HIM

YOU ARE FORGOTTEN AND ALONE

A SOLE INDIVIDUAL SURROUNDED BY A MULTITUDE OF WOLVES

abstracted by these thoughts

BE AFRAID..... THIS IS IT

BE AFRAID............ YOU ARE ALONE IN THIS.