The truth is no longer in words
in the smoke that surrounds them.
“My body the earths ground to etch upon skin the breath of ancient soles.”
I held hands with the winds
the moon dared me to
dance with all that is unknown,
borrowed of earth
natures barren canvas
earth will sketch upon skin
secrets to lost mysteries
“We do nothing more then await one another.”
You are my youth
holding the stillness of my face,
graciously these lines await you.
Can you see the lines of your face speak as I can hear,
youth will wait a lifetime to experience age,
age will wait for death to experience youth.
Youth will beg and borrow from time for one more line to settle upon the hand,
age will beg and borrow from time for one less.
**I hesitate to post this due to Americas current racial climate. The accusations of me being racist will come and I will hear “your white! You have no right to write or say this!” I refuse to take part in a make shift revolution that doesn’t involve all who are systematically oppressed despite color. There is a dangerous push going on in this country fueled by the elitist(black and white).**
“I am convinced America has a love affair with the oppressor and hates the oppressed.”
“What they have and are doing to the black community at night, they are doing to the white community during the day, but none see the oppressions that be. Two forms for both colors.”
Humanities of today mimicking the humanity of yesterday
past and present have held hands
still exist in skin
breaths lost in hollowed woods
have found a home in new skin.
I see within black men and women the mind of white ideologies of hatred and racisms,
within white men and women the black mind and ideologies of guilt and submission held accountable for a history they did not create but yet forced to carry the burdens.
There will be no revolution in America
rather a reversal of roles,
stories will be left untold.
The pushers of a greater agenda will never tell you
of the white skinned people
who lead many slaves through the underground rail ways to safety,
fought to end slavery
only of those “whites” that enslaved.
questions buried on the shores of kings and queens,
none of us know the true colors of the ruling classes, they could be you as much as they could be me.
I will take no part in a revolution that doesn’t involve all that are
Just because my oppressions don’t look like yours doesn’t mean they are any less oppressive,
submissions to a two fold Uncle Tom.
So we will fight each other for power,
holding each other accountable, never touching the system that created us and Americas current hyper, and polarized state of collectivisms.
“Not all love sounds the same yet all hearts break in the same noise.”
Many write of love
yet all the pages are empty,
yet all the music is without lyric
and here on the empty pages
all sounds are the same.
Maybe this is because our understanding of love is only in part and that is why the heart breaks itself,
the heart fully shattered can only understand the greatness of love,
it is then that poetry will have found her
difference of sound placed on
finally ending loves mystery.