Bring memories into Christmas.
Not every present a gift.
Not every tradition a memory.
Gifts complicate the simplest smiles and disrupt the greatest memories.
“Natures learns nothing from hunaites knowledge, there a no lessons the beasts of the field can learn from us.”
I sat with all that is wild
desiring to breathe the breath of the untamed,
for all that is ungoverned shows to be more lawful and all governed lawless.
impoverished in knowledge
before the beasts of the field.
Nature learns nothing from humanity
there are no
lessons to be taught,
the lion and the lamb have laid together for common good.
There is no gold or silver she desires,
the beast of the field
wake and sleep apart from humanities instructions.
Kings and queens desperate to own the earth
destroy that which they cannot control,
have yet to make the stars dance
the sun rise and call forth day
the moon set and call forth night,
the seas to voyage beyond their boundaries by mans commanding her waves to cross.
The beasts have declared to men/women, not all knowledge is knowledgeable but rather,
I’ve been working on a few projects.1-On January 9th there will be a prerecorded dialogue between me and good friend kiki(for short), we will be discussing race relations, sharing stories and this will be broadcast on tv and you tube. I will share the link soon as the link is available.
2-A woman by the name of Gina contacted me and had asked If id be interested in sharing my story. The interview will be a half hour, one on one and available on you tube and the PBS channel.
I’m nervous about both but excited to be sharing views and an over all discussion about how I have been brought to this place in my life.
I will share this link also when available…
Today was a day to distribute gifts and there was a young boy there who caught my attention. All I could think when I saw him was,
“All is well with the world. Today there is no young boy clothed in poverty. Today, even if it’s just for a moment all was well, a little magical and overwhelming for him.”
As I endeavor into more writing and my up coming projects, the focus will be about solutions for all, not based on skin color or culture, gender or economic status, just simply people.
Here is a picture i was able to capture of the young boy today… #timeforsolutions
The moment you were born your body began growing old.
The moment you fear aging,
is the very moment youth is lost.
The moment you realize everyone is bought and sold for a price, is the moment you begin to understand the system of men/women lording over you.
The moment you discover the truth about yourself, you will in return demand it from the world around you.
Realize people will fight the oppressed rather than the oppressor, you will then understand humanities constant state of deliberate wars.
Realize you will find a friend in your enemy and an enemy in your friends.
Realize some of what happens to you, happens simply because of you and passing accountability to another will only prolong your state.
Realize your bitterness will find you, as you age you will have no choice but sleep with what you have ignored.
Understand that the poor have no boot straps, be careful about clever cliches that cloth reality.
Realize you don’t have to answer the door to everyone that knocks, not even yourself.
Everyone tells the truth
Everyone’s heart is impure
Everyone returns to dust that shows no favoritism of race, gender or economic class.
It all started with a card board box, evolving into
a world of manufactured skin and languages.
recreating men and women
made in the image of virtual reality
can work 24 hours a day with no demands
requires no sleep.
What is real must
exist simply to
love your new found servitude of artificial
“Everything new is from days of oldAmerica has done nothing more then place history in pressed shirts and sneakers holding i phones, kindles and a large coffee two creams and two sugars. Once again missing the bigger picture.”
History walks streets paved with anorexia structures of yesterday.
All that is
has been before.
Everything new is from days of old.
Conversations of today were spoken yesterday.
There’s a version of history spoken by the victor and defeated with the same riddled tongues twist of tales.
If history could speak I’m convinced this would be said;
Macdonalds has always existed.
I am no different than yesterday,
you have simply clothed me in
the rhetoric of social media
I pads and kindles to market days past to justify present day hatreds.
In the endeavor of men and women to find the newness of life they have discarded the body and to the highest bidder repeal self.
The warmth of the sun has dimmed and the moon casts warmth.
Truth has become lies and right has become wrong.
of a group is still the same self hatred,
for the same reasons
it was in days old.
The head of history bows and hides itself in
I pads and kindles
the lies and truth of today being the lies and truth of yesterday.