The sky doesn’t ask the bird, why it has to fly. Neither does the wind question why the lion roars. The sand does not ask the water not to ebb and flow. Nor the grass why the gazelle leaps so gracefully, so feebly. The snow does for us to judge the ice for its bitterContinue reading “Parable of Characters”
Category Archives: Identity
The soundscapes of highway 183
Soundscapes of the stars as your sleeping in your car. There’s this concept in the humanities called reflexivity. It’s essentially the idea that our lived experiences can define our epistemologies and ontologies: So, what does it mean to sleep in a car? The rushing of the highway, the scratching of Velcro on windows and rustlingContinue reading “The soundscapes of highway 183”
What makes a beautiful poem?
Is a beautiful poem evocative ethnography? Impregnated with descriptions and aesthetics- but at its core a representation of culture? Does it it stir the affectations- Stilvan Tomkins? Is a beautiful poem, beautiful due to its politically? It’s ontologies and epistemologies made digestible for public consumption? Is it accessible? Does it speak with for and byContinue reading “What makes a beautiful poem?”
We are not herereality is gone We imagine a world more beautifulWho says that that is wrong?We meet our loved ones by the shoresWe dance and feel no shameWe sing and we are happy. And when we pray it’s not in vain.
Anyone who has not seen the ending of Reign. I’m enclosing it here with my favorite poem. All of Reign is painful to watch, it’s a reminder of how much suffering there is in this world whatever your social class. The following poem is my favorite poem of all time by Edgar Allen Guest. “IContinue reading “Reflection”
On Theology and Talismans 🧿
1. Idolatry is caused by positing unloving behaviors, actions, and thoughts above god and people. Idolatry is false love—— charms symbolism and myth are culture. They are distinct and inter complicated. 2. Culture in and of itself is not oppositional to religion. Though some may view be confused by this conflation. 3. The lack ofContinue reading “On Theology and Talismans 🧿”
Momma Sunshine and her Son Starlight
She was going out with a firefighter, but he burned more than he put out. He said I’m done. She said, love, you said I was your one? Later on that day. She found out she got a baby on the way. So she calls up her momma and says what do I do. IContinue reading “Momma Sunshine and her Son Starlight”
Hated girl within the mirror
Hated girlwithin the mirrorher hair too blondeAnd breasts too smallHer face so sullen Emaciated figurineStaring back into the darknesswondering at the sight of thee. Where is your love for her? God gave you her body to protect and love. Yet, you tear her limb from limb? You try to kill her energy. An infection toContinue reading “Hated girl within the mirror”
Baptism without the rain
Welcome to New Mexico Now you may think that it’s dusty You may not notice it’s beauty at first But I hope dear friend after we spent so much time in the cold together that you can also see the beauty beyond snow in these dry landsCertain people think that the desert is always aContinue reading “Baptism without the rain”
Moths and Moonlight
I grabbed my two suitcases and two personal bags and at 3am, I headed to the airport to begin my new life in Texas. Just as I threw my bags in the backseat and my guitar to the side, a mariposa Bruxa or perhaps a polia scattered across my front porch and into the Uber.Continue reading “Moths and Moonlight”
Children’s Poem: Leaves Lost and Hair Cuts
“Oh my!” said Crystal to the trees. “Why did you lose your leaves?! I love your locks of spanish moss. I like your auburn colors, pines and spurs! Now, tell me why. Why did you cut your hair?”And so the trees replied: There’s seasons we grow through. There’s very few parts of our bodies weContinue reading “Children’s Poem: Leaves Lost and Hair Cuts”
My father said I am like a shooting star. I come quickly from afar. And with a flash of fire and a swish of sounds. I just as quickly leave. Colliding into peopleI crash into my dreams How much damage do I causeSpeeding through the seas? My father says I am a shooting star AndContinue reading “Shooting Star”
Children’s Poems: The writer, the spider, and the seamstress
The writer the seamstress and the spider met. And the writer said to the seamstress: Why do you stare all day at thread and spend your days spinning silk? Why do you stare all day at words the seamstress said when the sky is crimson red? Why we are the mistresses of our own fate-Continue reading “Children’s Poems: The writer, the spider, and the seamstress”
If I am Honest with myself….
There are so many times in this life that we push away those thoughts that make us tremble…If I am being honest with myself, the loneliness I feel would be too much to bear. I fill myself with virtual distractions and media. But rather than me consuming media, it is the medium that consumes me.Continue reading “If I am Honest with myself….”
Shatter my Soul
God wontcha shatter my soulGod won’t you break my heart Tear me apart Rebuild the fragments and patch up these scars God you can shatter my soul I’m not afraid of my scars or my holes I am whole in you
The Silence is Too Loud
The silence is too loud! My head is filled with music and with noise. How do I find notes in fields of litter? How do I find meaning in layers of glitter? The silence is so loud!
Capo 7 G e C G eIntro Stop fucking quitting on yourselfPlease start investing in yourself, my love. Chorus I see more than you doAnd I know that in my soul that you will be just fine That you will be alright with time Stop looking to the past These worries soon shall pass SecondContinue reading “Tough Love”
Psalm 42 Conversations
Why my soul are you downcast? Why so quiet in me? I’m tired of loving and losing. I feel God doesn’t listen to me. Why my soul are you silent? I’ve been shouting so long. All I have now are whispered words. Why my soul are you quiet? I couldn’t take the clamour or theContinue reading “Psalm 42 Conversations”
There Are No Missing Pieces
You claim I’m giving pieces of myself. Like candy cut up for the crowds. You claim I’m just like everybody else. That I don’t know the value of myself. Nobody can take what I don’t give. I still at the core am who I am. These scars upon my soul will soon fast heal. IContinue reading “There Are No Missing Pieces”
The boundless rain
Since I left my heart beats out of pace. What kind of sign is it that without you and with this vast distance, the doctors claim my heart beats with the rain?How funny! And how strange? The farther I am from home-The more increase my woes.And my heart is truly breaking I can show you,Continue reading “The boundless rain”
Our very first breath is a cry. No lyrics and no rhymes. Our very first breath betrays us. The suffering of coming days. Our very first moment of sight is the end the darkness. The start of new light. Our very first moment we’re held.And love guides us above the hard ground. Our very firstContinue reading “Breath”
What if we are all collectively one? All sharing the same existences. Loving, lying, cheating, learning? What if I am you and you are me? In different incarnations of reality. My light is your own. Your shadows are mine. Our lessons are ours. We’re all deceived with false perceptions of time. How wonderful, how horrible,Continue reading “Open Individualism?”
A note of disgrace
Disgrace be to God for every fiber of my body is sewn wrong.Every cell of mine, every tissue is sewn wrong. God!They say you sew us carefully in our mothers’ wombs? In the depths of the earth, did you sew me with hate? Did you see me with rage? Disgrace be to the geneticist forContinue reading “A note of disgrace”
Which Part Do You Love?
Which Part Do You Love? For Like Legion- A Thousand Demons A Hundred Angels E Pluribus Unum Many Are One. The Sadness, Fears The Joy, And Tears. You Never Fully Saw And Shall Never Truly See. For You Only Loved A Part Of Me.
The rain is stealing my words.
The rain is stealing my words.Where am I? Now with nothing but a quiet soul. Lost in the gardens, and the mud. Sheltered barely by the canopies. There’s nothing much but woes. Where are my friends and family? In other gardens across the sea, the lakes, the trees. I can not remember the times beforeContinue reading “The rain is stealing my words.”
A Weed Within Your Garden
We are Native,Here Already Even If You Claim we Don’t Belong. A Weed Within Your GardenStill, We Shall Grow Forever Strong Why is it that nature rhetoric and garden metaphors often intersect with discourses of identity politics and foreignness? I was talking with my friend about what plants our “invasive” due to their “place” andContinue reading “A Weed Within Your Garden”
Remember Life, Like People
Remember Life, Like People Are Not Just Black And White, But Polka Dotted, Multicolored And Two-Timed Striped.
The peony bears a treacherous flag So now we’ll dye her indigo Fierce And Strong And Sad Her Whiteness Steals Through The Moonlight Like Violets Breaking Through The Crags. She Wants To Dye them IndigoShe Wants To Dye them Black So You’ll See That her Flowers Stand With The Darkness Of This Land Treacherous areContinue reading “Indigo”
Look At Us We’re Privileged!
Look At Us We’re Privileged! We Live In Plastic Worlds We’re Addicts To Caffeine And All The Benzo Pills We’re All Having Break-Downs As We Learn To Integrate Here, At The Academy We See Sunshine Once A Day Look At Us We’re Privileged! We Work And We Don’t Reap Eighty Hours E’ry Week In ThisContinue reading “Look At Us We’re Privileged!”
Are Poems More Lovely Obscured?
Mom Said: Poems Are More Lovely Obscured When Their Meanings Are Hidden In Roses And Dirt Hide Your Frustrations Conceal Their Implications Calm Your Anger And Passion Inside Against The Unrighteous Against Those Who Don’t Hide. But I Without Reason Will Not Mute My Meanings Change Must Come Because Lives Are Lost And The DinContinue reading “Are Poems More Lovely Obscured?”
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