The State Is Hungry For A Son Of Everyone

dimmed my fire by
dimming my light
was held in
oppression
my whole life
told not to speak
you just might scare
anyone around you whose
challenge was dared. keep it tame,
you’re a child of God, dogs eat the scraps
of unorthodox laws. the system is flawed,
can’t justify their stance, only by a book
of holy prophet’s trance. a new order
must reclaim, the roots of the elder,
our soul in our veins. speak it as
you see fit, you are no less
than Moses or Nicodemus’s
wish. I will stand up for
this, I care too much
the Powers that be
know it’s just

3.12.15

Title Wave

If passion moves in waves

then to your Title I’m enslaved

because I cannot bear this life of chance

my rhythm longs to sing and dance

the Supersoul within is screaming

to free these locks and cuffs

these weights are crippling

more than just a metaphorical bluff

my passion is linked to your Flavor

it is a dull existence

without your Sensations to savor

Iridescent Symmetry

I can’t pretend anymore,

this limelight just isn’t for me.

I come free of form

in every color imaginable.

I cannot live my colors

in pieces anymore.

This feather is a wrapped

in iridescent symmetry.

For the entitlement of

proportions unlimited to me.

This truth is so deep it

resurfaces the surface peak,

luminous in its degree.

For all to see and

sense throughout,

the abundance of light,

illuminated within.

The glow of affection,

the sweet radiance

of perfection.

~

Completeness, a wholly child.

Are you ready to receive My lifeline?

Evoking True

They say Perfectionism spells Paralysis

Well… I am breaking out of the cast that exists

to create a space to mold a true

existence of reality

I always knew

The fear of rejection

the approval of me and you

stalled my progress

of evoking true

Security reigns

this existence is real

I know my vital stake

is the ultimate appeal