The Lion's Breath.

I may gracefully flirt, With the edge of your canvas, Damn this, Propensity to peek at the blush I bring to your cheeks, Seeking with instinct, With a natural rhythm into what drives you,  What ideas lie at the height of your peaks, Speech, speech, make it tangible, The whisper that’s crawling, Like a caterpillar across your skin, Dim the lights,  Let only flame share this moment, As your eyes…

I’m trying to hatch a reaction, Incubate every fraction, Get an inch of progression, Dissecting every conception, Tell me, what is the lesson? Life keeps keeping me guessing, Never one to answer, But answers with a varied perspective, Each holds a slice to the section, A piece of perspective, How wide must my mind stretch, To catch the crumbs of inception, Awake my mind, body and soul, Teach me…

The Eyes of the Unhumbled Jungle.

He left it long ago, behind him, the last whispers of the trail he took. A long stretch rose in the emptiness of his thoughts, a sigh like the shimmering remembrance of all that he had overcome, it was let out slowly and at length, then dissipated into the emptiness once again. ‘The past and your current purpose are things that hold such a weight on the present’. He pondered the endless…

People who never, Have searched for themselves, May never truly appreciate, What it is they have felt, What it is they have held, Their view of this life, And how decisions compel, Their motives meet, Machinations of nations, Their own inner heart, Their own conscious, their sanctum, What is it that you are made of? Do you know what drives you? Are you aware of what you’re afraid of? Do you…

Broken and bleeding, I cannot say I’m undeafeated, But I can say I’ve fought hard, Every time that I’ve fought, It’s these thoughts that will shatter, Your conscience of deep matter, I insist on going further, Until these matters are fact.   Why do we react this way? Why are so many teachers asking? What is the meaning of selfless love? How do you help those who are not asking? Teach me how to…

The Days I Praise.

These are the days that I praise When I feel the fortitude, The strength to face the charades, Feel the momentum, To master the maze, I’m still seeking that page, That stage, that way, That I can reach you, To be a light through the haze. Let me be ablaze and embrace, The strength to not shy away, Let me paint this world a self portrait, Let it startle and amaze, Let us seek into that which, We…

Fiery tendrils take my heart, Veins like limbs that take the flame, No truce til truth, I shall not tire, Let my lips inspire in you the same, Tell me your name, I call it and, Instill in you a change, That drives the fear from your minds forefront, And harnesses your pain, No chains, no more, No slaves, no poor, No trickle down, I’d see it pour, Be not afraid of the shades they’ve made, You are…

Warrior, Your Time is Come.

Dysphoria to euphoria, Tell every warrior, Their time has come. Done with the humbling, The drum now is rumbling, Five fingered fists are raised to the sun. It’s true, I’m telling you, Smeared by shades of gray and blued, By the marks that came from yellowed teeth, A wolf a wolf, a beast a beast, And hate is what is said in their speeches, Preachers like lying politicians, Politicians like…

What would you do if given the power of expression, the power to rule over all that one could create? This is the time of our coming, the landslide that you first hear in the rumbling, jungly nethers of your heart. Swollen with the emotion of a thousand synapses racing, receiving the transmission of a thousand antennas. There was no altering this mood, no stop to the substantial flow of gravity.…

​ I’m shaking, shaking, the dark wrap has me, The branches grasp my name, I’ve always, been a dreamer, but who knows the difference between vine and chain? Darkness, darkness, awake my spirit, Fight or flight, Shine the light of your spark, Forgotten in nuance the versatility filling me, The utter infinity in every quark. Racing, racing, still the roots do chase me, Still do drag me down into…

​Erratic ecstatic schematic, Like a lightning bolt, The scribe who wrote, Scripture, to cut through all the static, Databank, databank, Saved message is sancrosanct, Hold my hand, hold my hand So you’re not mesmerized by the madness, Glad this, is reaching you, Receive transmission for teaching you, Communion of one to another, A tribe of one we are reaching to. It was emphatic, That only…

​All I seek is holy communion, The heart of art is it’s beauty of union, Karl Marx marked the start of our illusion, A life lived in crisis is no state to infuse with, So I search for the awareness of choosing, A place in this life, a way to keep moving, From the fear that I face and the face of confusion, To a smile like a child, an accomplishment worth proving, Something akin to bridging…

​It was a long night, longer than most. The night made more so by the slow slipping of seconds that turned into minutes for miles, times meandering silence stretching through the cortex of the minds perception of it. He rolled his thumb across the tips of each his fingers like a ritual of one deciding his course.  You see, this night was a night made darker by its dreariness, by its colluding…

I’m not sure if it does anything. Should it? Can it? Is this life the life of wills and their willpower? Or am I sidetracked by not accepting what already is?  Should it? Is it? Can it be different? Can I calculate the whisper of what lies here before me, the secret of the secrets sister, the transistor of what might one day be a truth? Uncouth is so uncool these days, but yet the raw still lies…