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.

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

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 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.

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.

In everyone's life

there is a clock

invisible,

unheard,

but constantly ticking.

Some tick fast,

others,

slow,

but moving ever

towards

midnight.