We were born as dust
embodied with seeds
straightened as roots grew
multiplied as wind blew
alphabetized by sun and water
and time
running as we're still
waiting for the moonlight
to rest
that's made manifest.
Outnumbered by our own
mid twenties bankrupt babies
crying for job spots
as we were cradled for bigger things
like music for shadow dancers
or night tempered alley performance
but that won't pay
as words don't pay
as filthy governments won't pay
for beauty or harmony,
all is reserved for business
adding zeros to their numbers
as zeros naturally grow in stems
and olive leaves cure headache
that job seeking gives
that's made manifest.
Ecological thoughts
in economical structures
they forgot the numbers
in multiplying roots
hollow sentences
in forsaken harmony
found between black and white
between C and C sustained and A
and F and english breakfast tea
and black coffee and a sour treat
grown in trees
fallen into our hands
while we were thinking gravity
that's made manifest.
Insurance won't cover angst
or depression
or passion scars
or elite art pissing in dark alleys,
but a broken leg is a bigger issue
than sadness in a broken tissue
or everything that drowns
in seawaves and philosophy
inside an empty check
inside an empty bottle
draught by an empty young man
reading an empty manifest
about misconceived things
inside an empty structure
that's also made manifest.
Mantras
The light is faint
I can see your mischievous eyes
Laying on my bed
The sheets trace you, turin figure
Heavenly figure
White as paper
I dare to write the more fine verses
With my mouth until I run out of ink
You offered yourself as the most humble
Sacrifice, I must, for it is in this lonely hour
That lovers seal the pact of eternity
It is at this lonely hour when ghosts and stars
Witness the scene where love is conceived
Even though this might be casual
Even though it might be only me
Dripping my love all over within your fissures
Let the night cover our skins
Let the heat temper our frozen hearts
As I devour every last breath you give to me
When I attack your neck
Every mantra you posses now belongs to me
Wrap me in your warm embrace
As the past, present, and future unfold
Let me know what lays deep within
The pages covering your body
Let me write down with flagrant ink
How much I desire you and
How much you're not mine
Let me enjoy at least the most precious
Person you are
Let me caress you one more time
For this is only me
Do you feel it as well?
DA 2016
Wind
I am the wind,
That unseen force
Right hand of nature,
And breath of a God.
I go as I please,
And do as I will,
And you'll never know
For I never tell.
Sometimes I move reeds,
And caress the grass,
Be the zephyr that warms,
Or the breeze that cools.
But I am unstoppable,
When I devastate
All in my path,
I can decimate,
For I am the wind,
The right hand of nature,
The breath of a God.
I am the wind,
And you can never trust me.
#nature's force
Pulse, or the Ways Orlando Has Rewritten My Spirit.
Pulse is a name I will never forget.
Ricocheting bullets that could have ripped through my transgender flesh.
Of course, you blame it on the Muslims.
Sorry, it wasn't them. It was one asshole, product of his time, who wanted us dead.
Even though it's been forty-seven years since Stonewall.
Pulse is a name I will never forget.
Really, I thought I was safe because it's been forty-seven years.
Obviously I was wrong. No one is safe.
Such quiet lovely passion in my heart, and the natural complexity of humanity:
Enough to warrant a death sentence.
Pulse is a name I will never forget. It will
Riot in my heart, reach past my tender years to the core of me.
Oscillate between fear and terror.
Siblings, queer brothers and sisters and nonbinary loved ones,
Each of your names sings in my blood.
Pulse is a name I will never forget.
Remember it, scrawl it into your soul like Stonewall.
Obey the call of bravery and pride that echoes under your skin.
Such hatred will not change the fact of who I am.
Everyday I will exist. No one can stop us now.
Please listen. He cannot
Rob me of who I am. I am genderqueer.
Omit nothing - I am pansexual.
Scribble this down, I will not be denied.
Eliminate your ignorance, excise your
Prejudice, because that is what made him.
Really, all we want is to be accepted. This
Odyssey
Should be over by now.
Each of us are human. Stop killing us. Accept us as your equals.
Pulse is a name I will never forget.
(Prose.)
poetry on my screen, in my mind, racing in and out my brain.
real authors. "real authors," like there can be fake authors?
own your talent, love your talent, but mostly, live your talent.
share what you've made with the world.
every day, write. write! write, write, write like tomorrow's a far-off dream, a maybe.