Hands Up

I used to pray for my older days

Now, I’m older praying for my better days

The skies tell my future

Stars and planets

One speck dancing on the moon

Body moving, swimming in my memories

Cold nights, iced heart

Hold on, hold me

I used to say

Love submerged

Deep in the tangle

Belief sinking away

Writing, my only power

I fall,

My words raise me back up

I used to pray for my older days

Now, I’m older praying what is to come

In The Flesh

Angels sing to me

The devil, sweetest tone

Doves fly overhead

Thorns sit on my head

One day I curse out

Other times I speak peace

Led by the days that come

My place in the world

bigger than me

The skies hold me

Visions of tomorrow I dream

The present bringing questions

Dark rivers run over

Swimming in red waters

Body heavy, toil taken

Spirits of my ancestors bring me up

Out onto the laid path

Reflections I see

The beauty in the madness

Poe Kid Dreams

As I child, my heart free

Letters, all I saw

Afraid, never too scared

My eyes looped

observing

Mango trees, banana peels

The above, without depth

Bicycle rides, leg walking

All around Barnawa

Heat sinking on skin

Black baked

God created

Circles rotated

Dirty hands

Wash anew

Sounds, birds

Night rain

Dust settled

Street shinning

All in me

Beat by beat

Cardiac release

Moral never snatched

Action ignited by curiosity

Bare feet, no hugs

Words, my only sibling

As I kid,

dreams and moons

Was all I ever had

I, scrutiny

When I start with I

I know separation

The urge to point

To preach rather than teach

Fingers forward

Yet

I, myself lacking reflection

My soul outside

Holding onto survival

Cornered beast

The balance remains without I

Resurfaces when my thirst sits with content

When I start with I

I know the removal of self

The need to decipher

To hold others to the cross

My eyes judging

Yet

I,myself lacking redemption

My soul exposed

Holding onto knowledge for dear life

Trapped butterfly

The center clearer when I sit with both

Revival when I accept the rivers of time

Simple World: Magic

The world has shifted and so has magic. The magic we once knew is still the same but expressed through a different lens. The old and the new magic both exist but the language may have adapted to accommodate our new reality. Simple, the stars have fallen down into our hands. We no longer look into the stars, we look down into our phones. Like a bowl of water, we watch, predict, fail, lie, smile, laugh, join, expose all of which we have into this bowl of stars.

Magic has always worked with the sky, either through oral telling, invoking, incantation, photosynthesis. Magic always is, regardless which ever medium exist. Its all about perspective. The old magic appears far and far more like a fairy tale to the new audience: we the people. Our new magic system is not so fantasy like, it is our reality, we call on the system day to day. When we wake up, we engage into the blue light, register our faces, and then past present and future time is revealed in an instant. We are accessors or capturers of time. When you exist in your own medium, magic should always feel less fantasy, more in the line of rare or hard to find but it exist. Take any piece of technology we have now back to anyone from the 300 years ago, and you may just find yourself tied to a stake.

Tomorrow’s Dust (cover)

New kicks, new gear

In today, waiting for tomorrow

The more I try

the less

I cut across

to her

My voice less audible

Resistance the answer

Hence, I say

Forget the now

I don’t want the present

Everything I crave

Resides in the bosom of tomorrow

Every kiss

Every wish

Every bliss

is somewhere only I can see

Fall3n

Sometimes, wings appear

Barring teeth cutting gum

the blind closes

Night visions, illuminated eyes

A horn next

Crossing the line

Many times I feel

like hell and heaven

kicked me out and

closed both doors

.

Divine feeling

words on lips

when we kiss

The devil I mean

Her eyes locked on mine

Sky pact, when we bleed

Gives us the space to tangle

Stronger connection

Knock me off!

knock me down

I’ll hold on

While we rise

Same high same sight

when our Eyes do meet

..

A closed channel

No one dials in

Except me

And I like it that way

I stay and revel

In the ease of evil

drops of rain when I laugh

dark moments, I swim

gray clouds, I submerge

The energy, I savor

every drip, please on tongue

Your Turn

At the edge of the flowing water

Another change of constellation

Stars and gods

Hands and prayers

I and you

Move into a different axis

Doing our best to fulfill orders

Given by the pre-existing adages

A journey full of everything under the skies

I feel you now

In this moment

All things considered

—-

Baby,

it’s our turn

To imprint into the sun and moon

Until,

we both move away

Our light, diminished

Your turn“ – we were told.

The Ship of Patience

Time sliding like a swing

Or is it me?

In a box

Pendulum deciding

To ring or to sit this one out

I believe in 2nd coming

Not the chosen

For if he was chosen

And I was made chosen

I believe in my 2nd coming

Or 3rd

Down this road it’s hard to tell

How many times ?

When a game this is not

How many times I wonder

Many lives embodied into me

Living spirits crawled up on me

An army of my kindred people

I take within

Some times They Win

But I must win

For my sake

An underwritten thing that I must prove

When I speak I don’t take lightly

I thread with haste

And move with ease

This battle must be won

To claim the stake of eternity

This spiral connection

The water spirit

The reddened wine

White and splinter

Into parts

Some that see

Some that are lost

Some that hear

Some that fear

All in the making of me

Going beyond

the risk involved

The chatter, jeers and laughter

All when said

My truth I would have created

In distant memories or remembered gospel