……..as in

This land destroyed me

Like seed, harvested

Yet my soul breathes

the only soil left within me


Wilderness of Freedom

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Feel the waves
Hid to the breeze of now
Swing with the rolls of drums
Hitting bass, salivating soul
The deserting flowing sand
Knowing time’s running
So vibe with me
Travel into my reprise
Back again, free from a former life
The chase was long and
The bridge was cold
Closed, but under it I slept
Waiting, sleeping
Hoping to awake
And speak of my nights
Here I am, back from the cold days
Heated with fire
With a breath of fresh air
I am here, free from shackles

My voice is strong
For the people with me
I am legal, ready to ride with life
For the ones who broke bread
And made it into life
Bringing me light and shower
I am here, with a liquor of soldiers
I am here, to touch souls
To clear minds
Brushing my shine, bringing the hope
To the people who breed me with love
I am here, recognized with the sky
Reconciled with my past
I am here to live my time
Riding on the streets of my people

My people see the sun
Without fear of honor, they hold
A generation of rebels
Masked with red and truth
Their turn to move earth
I am here to speak louder
Fuller than ever before
The notes I write
Will rid the shame my people sing
For too long, shedding tears of their struggles
I am here to cleanse my wrongs
The days are here
To take back of our lives
Snatch back our pride
And head back into the night of the earth

Simple World: Freedom Edition

“Ain’t no destiny without free choice,” said the man.
He strolled into the store, late in the night, singing railway tunes. His voice was just right, enough to get some stares from the other customers.
Some moved away from the singing man, others just smiled between their teeth. He, seeing all, remained balanced without any form of the twitch one gets when in anger.
“Preconceived Judgment, is was it is, nothing more,” he told me. “This country belongs to anyone that’s here, it’s called the American dream”
His eyes were piercingly fierce so I had no choice but to hold onto his gaze.
“We are the sacrificial lamb” said the man.
His last words sank deep and it was there my mind stopped. My mind left the warm breeze of the evening, searching the meaning to the singing man’s words. Simple words are simple, but today on this bright cool morning, my thoughts find it hard to eat those simple bites.
There is nothing more for me to print but his already written words. I know more can be said. Things can be brought forth out into the space but there is nothing more for now. I smile knowing you invested your time, reading through these words. But his words are too strong to go on. For now I must digest. I must inhale my sanity and hope to hit paper soon.