When we Feel the warmth of compassion it allows us to embrace the comfort of belonging.
These moments of peace help us give in to our inclinations to submit and allow us to express the emotions that we -most times -can not explain.
Let’s exercise those freedom which cannot be bought and Encourage ourselves to explore the transcendent euphoria that is stillness.
I believe that if we are successful that these moments will last an eternity . For if the ocean is in the sky then life is a circle.
Sometimes I have dreams about my past lives
In them I see the hearts I’ve broken,
people I’ve misused
and the things I shouldn’t have uttered
These visions I cannot explain
One would have to be there
In order to experience them from my unique perspective
seeing what Ive experienced, searched and sacrificed
for a breathe of fresh air
I awake from my dream a prisoner
and slave to time
Trapped in this dream we call life.
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
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
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
saw the beauty n our women
Then decided they should rape her
See us suffering in the streets
They use guns instead of tazors
Then sentence us to the jail
With a bunch of loaded cases
Now his comissary low as fuck
His baby mom ain’t showing up
His starving barely holding up
He smiling cus he going nuts
His son just started high school
Can’t get him on the phone much
His step dad gotta crazy mouth
So youngin fighting grown ups
He see his dad and let him know
his plan to hit the streets
Ain’t bout to ask his mom
or her new man to buy his sneaks
And Dad knows that once a man decides
he can’t be stopped
That nothing can derailed em
so he put him on the block
He tell him if gets caught
to keep his mouth on lock
And if they try to run up
Give em something from this glock
Ain’t learn shit from his dad
Except how a Demon
Society looking at him
like another curse seamen
On instagram they snitchin
Whole world no he wanted
And his mother going through it
Cus this ain’t life she wanted
She join a church
get close to god
Her head stay in a bible
He hiding what he feel in side
Too focused on survival
Plus he got his girl pregnant
Every night his thoughts spiral
Just another Black male
who got caught up in the cycle
When I thought myself knowledgeable
I became a prisoner of concepts
Now knowing nothing
I have freedom to explore
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
