One day, while walking to the water pump, a boy witnessed a man driving by in a shiny and attractive vehicle. While riding past, the man tossed an empty box of cigarettes out of his car window and quickly sped away. Soon afterwards , the boy -astonished by the man’s luxurious automobile – turned toContinue reading “The water pump”
Monthly Archives: August 2018
Monologue: Complexities
Many people inquire about my habits. I assume that they’d like to be able to place me in a category that’ll help them understand my behavior. Although it would make me uncomfortable, I would label myself a writer – thats is if it were up to me to decide-. From my perception, the art ofContinue reading “Monologue: Complexities”
Sacrifice
At first you’ll feel like a murderer You won’t be able to sleep Eventually you’ll realized It was necessary for peace You’ll toss and turn Throughout the nights And grow to learn That you were right
Ignorance
When I recite the words “I know nothing” The concepts within my mind shatter I image them breaking away like a Tetris pattern Suddenly I feel a sense of liberation I enter a reality without restraints Eventually the concepts will come back But I know nothing
Alive
Living feeling connected with all other beings Seeing the essence of existence within each moment flying without wings Singing hymns that I have know recollection of Loving women with images that appears to be a reflection of my own Kissing a child who will probably grown up with a deep rooted since of entitlement PrayingContinue reading “Alive”
Walking
Been listening a little more Arguing a Little less Taking my time with anxiety And smiling at the stress
Menace
To be exact when it comes to black no ones predating us The founders went on conquest Their mission was enslaving us Colonies all our people Livestocking and trading us Saw power in our skin tone And made a plan change it up Saw God in all our faces still chose to violate us sawContinue reading “Menace”
Thoughtless
When I thought myself knowledgeable I became a prisoner of concepts Now knowing nothing I have freedom to explore
Unread
What happens to dreams unseen? Do they transfer to our roughs drafts? Perish away to our archives? Hide in our trash bins? -Seemingly destined for deletion- Or do they sit in our notifications like unopened email Waiting patiently for our attention
Wild hearts
I don’t want to posses you I want to guide us to liberty Like the ax man in the Forrest I want to chop away At the concepts manipulating your memory I can see that this life is an illusion So I’m manifesting an image of your thighs spreading like diffusion So much chemistry ifContinue reading “Wild hearts”
