Sea Worthy

"And when he knew for certain 
Only drowning men could see him 
He said "All men will be sailors then 
Until the sea shall free them" - L.C



The sailors have their tales that they love tell,
of men overboard, shipwreck, and other
tragedies -

They will tell you drunkenly-
"Beware of Mermaids and Sirens.
They will lead you to death and ruin."

But Mermaids and Sirens do not exists.

Like all good ship Captains,
I know my
superstitions well,
but know my ship better.

Confident my ship
is right
is true
is Sea Worthy-

I navigate by the light of the stars.

The stars are sailors of the sky,
the souls of drowned men
guiding his brother home.

Their light,
hope among the darkness.

But that night I could not see the stars
I could only feel a cold unforgiving wind.

Omens I chose to ignore-

That night I had but one passenger aboard my ship.

I could not see her face when we spoke,
I could not see her eyes.

I had only a voice from someplace beyond.
Only a voice to guide my ship by.

She wants to know if my ship was Sea Worthy.
She wanted to test its worthiness.

She calls me chatty-
The iceberg hits
and rips through the hull.

She calls me weird-
The ships engines ignite into flames.

She questions my sexuality-
The capsize begins.

The ship is lost.

Women and Children first,
though she has long since abandoned ship.

But I do not run for the lifeboats.
A Captain must goes down with his ship.

I don't fear what comes next.

Sometimes we need to learn to swim in the coldest
unforgiving waters.

Sometimes we sink.

At times it's what is required.

How else can one
learn
forgiveness
love
compassion

They are like air,
it is only while drowning
do we fight for them,
long for them.

Sometimes it is what is required-
to drown again and again,
to die again and again

So that my soul may be a star in
the night sky
guiding not only my brothers,
but my sisters too-
until we all make it home.

Home to where there are
no ships
no ice bergs
no fires

no you
no me
no need to suffer

There are no sirens or mermaids.

Oh Shonda

"Oh! Darling, please believe me
I'll never do you no harm"- the beatles



Oh Shonda-

Lord knows I understand,

what it means to be seen.

Then,
distorted and

defined,

by a much smaller mind.

Oh Shonda-

Lord knows I understand

what it means to be heard

Then,

interpreted and 

misunderstood,

by a much smaller mind.

They called you 

angry 

black 

woman

they have seen what they wanted to see

they have heard what they wanted to hear.

they want to own your story
and
the contents of your heart,
because of the color of your skin.

I'd be angry too.

Oh Shonda-

I hear you
I see you.
I know you.

Don't worry
Baby, I still love you.

Finally

I wanted to be alone.

So I went

To the loneliest bar I knew-

I needed to think about this "self "

I had crafted all these years.

I was a work of "art".

yes a work of "art".

something you had to think about for second,
the kind where you had to work alittle to reach the beauty,
that wasn’t thrown at you

the beauty wasnt obvious,
the smell, of success-

I have always felt different
than the others.

Something beautiful
to be understood by only by other great souls.

To be understood only by

by

the One.

By a woman whose love was
enough for both of us.

But I walk away-

Laugh

The illusion of the Ego

The gift of enlightment

The gift of gab

The gift horse who keeps his mouth shut 

I wanted to be sure-

so easily

Distracted 

Disappointed 

Disillusioned

Then-

Her boyfriend was a dick- 

I wanted to tell her.

But she wanted to pity me.
and I pitied her.

They had ruined it.

I have to go, Now.

So I went to the last place 

The garbage garden

The trash compacted 

The waste disposed of

they reminded me what was expected.

they reminded me what is.

they reminded me what was what

This place. 

Burger joint.

This place full of

boys in the body of men. 

Assholes. 

A dozen of them coming off late shits

talking about nothing

saying nothing

doing, speaking, 

like rap songs

proclaiming  women bitches because

to give them souls -

would make those boys weak at the table.

This is what she meant.

The goddess 

The life bringer

Mother

I didn’t relate to this

Toxic 

Parody

This dirty mirror 

These “liars, buried amongst the truth”

I felt alone once again,

Finally.

Entropy

The universe is in constant chaos.

The Dark Flow pulls the universe
apart
and
understanding why will not stop its pull.

The only constant is change.

The lives of the common people
are also in constant chaos.

There is a darkness that pulls
their lives apart as well.

fear
anger
shame

As above, so below.

The darkness pulls.

Understanding why does not stop the pull-
But do not fear change.

In that darkness is the opportunity to shine.
For they say we are made of stars.

As above, so below.

Darkness pulls,
it will always pull.

We don't have to understand why.

All we can do is hold together,
remember we are stars-
and together,
heal with the light of a billion suns.

Practice makes perfect

And the kids were doing
this crazy thing where
you dump ice water on your head for charity.

the people pointed and shook their finger
"You're doing it wrong."

And when the common folk got fed up and angry,
marched out and
took over Wall Street.

the people pointed and shook their finger
"You're doing it wrong".

And there will always be people
pointing at you for
the music and art you will create,
the words you choose, the clothes you wear
the way you cry, mourn and love.

Wanting you
 To just sit there,
stuck,
paralyzed
unable to act.

Doing nothing.

then those people will rise again
pointing and shaking that finger

saying
"Why don't do anything"
"That's what's wrong
with your generation, your kind, your people, your class"

When you hear this, there is something you can do.

One: Smile
Two: Raise a special finger of your own
and
Three: Carry on doing what you are doing.

La Cuenta

un cuento de un encuentro

En le restruant de la vida

el menu

is lleno de cozas caras

El amor es gratis

la cena no.

si no aye dinero no aye cena

Ella cunta los miuntos

Espando La Cuenta

En ese timpe se aburrer

Le pido a ella una cuentos

Sirerra tus ojos 

vas a 

countar ah dies 

ey te voy a cer un truco majico

Me voy a disapperacer 

y ni te vas dar quenta. 

Fourth Place Aint So Bad

No one is special.

The beautiful will disagree.
The geniuses will disagree.
The rich will claim they are were chosen by the maker
to be special.

No one is special.

The holy will disagree.
The champion will disagree.
The politician will claim among men they are chosen by
the masses to be special

No one is special

The artist will disagree
The praised child will disagree
The colonizer will claim the color of his skin, history, and fate
chose him to be special.

To all this,
the Angels yawn.

You are all God.
You are all love

"You"
just the same atoms
the same points of energy
held together by an invisible force

Convinced
you are separated from one another-

Convinced by:
Compliments
Name badges
and
Pay stubs

Convinced
That you are
Special.

So that, those who are not you:
The ugly
The stupid
The poor
The lazy
The invalid

are not the same atoms.
are not love
are not God-

If not Gods,
then yes you
are special.

Except to,
The angle of death
The disease that grows inside
without Waring
The stray bullet-

If not gods
then special,
until you return to ground and
placed in a box.

In the darkness,
there you will see you are equal-

To everyone,
To God,
and
especially to the worms.

Anna Karenina Was Cool

I like Russian names,
names like:

Alexi
Natasha
Vladimir
Dimitri

And
no I am not Russian,
my skin could never be so pale.

I like Russian names,
names like:

Anastasia
Sergei
Gregor
Tatiana

Perhaps I was Russian in a past life.

When I knew
Kandinsky
Chekhov
Tchikovsky

When I knew what it was like, to
long for freedom.

I still long for freedom in this life,
just in a different way.