My mind is the only thing
that cannot be copyrighted
my heart a beating star
pulsating black ink out
my mouth
sounds like a halo with
legs and feet
that hits you in the places
you have tucked away from
sight
and i have been here
like a crying volcano
a screaming ajax bottle
a talking keyboard
stuck in the ears of a deaf
man i hear silence in the noise
you can call me the architect
that builds houses inside you
with walls of love and feeling
waiting for the moment
when i release so much of
this crazy gypsy in my chest
that i implode into zeros
into beyond nothing
and everything all at the same
time
into speakers laced with
DNA vibrations of the second kind
i am not of this world
and of this now
and not the past you cannot run
from
i have been too hard for too long
to make sticks and stones
impede the flap of my wings
and the sun has been chasing me
through my dreams so i write
a poem for every grain of sand for
the blackest nights up under my feet
i walk like heaven was in the
eyes of the people i meet
as if love was in the actions
and not the word
as if faith was not in the believing
but the leap
out of fear
a living res-erection
i write evolution and pray three
times a day because this
story can end at least different
ways
and my grandma raised me to stay
ready
said make sure when they come
that you give them the sun and the moon
the stars and the planets
the black holes and fall of leaves
she said nah
make sure you give them the warrior
in your knuckles
the razors of your voice
call on your ancestors and make
sure they see your face everytime
they close there eyes
i said grandma this world is hard sometimes
and this flesh aint going to stop
there bullets i am scared of the words
i speak sometimes grandma because
i know from experience how the truth
hurts and i can't explain why i dont
walk away from this grandma i have
and would still
give up a love of a woman before i
give up this what is wrong with me
i understand that we all want to
be free want to be held in the places
where it hurts want to get this anger
from birth up of our chests
want to go home to someone who understands
the rest want to feel like these
words make sense want to give
everything without the boundaries
we put on ourself's would like to cry
without feeling week would like to
stop trying to get there and just
get there
she said you are human so you go
through what humans go through
and it made sense
said i know its crazy and you out
there in the world with nothing
but the chips on your shoulders
the feeling of bricks to your back
and a shotgun in your face like
the cracks in the sidewalks shout
expletives at you all day
but you make sure you
let them understand this here
that you may not always be right
but your never wrong
so i stay on my job
and write for the life of my life
because there is a process
to this purpose
and my mind sings like lullaby's through
time so i understand the
equation of sound
decibel times metaphor
divided by voice
and the shape of your body
gives of an algorithm a frequency
that only you posses
so this stage is but my tool
for the gift i was given
at birth they told me i would speak
to heaven
and i see you as such
so forgive me if
no ego enters this poem
or if is not slam worthy
but i have slammed right here
before you ever see me
gone through hot coals
and bear feet
through windows and scars
through a wife and a divorce
through friends who aint really your
friends bullet wound and nightmares
till this day so i have mastered
insomnia and turned it into inspiration
to keep writing alchemist to the core
trust i when i tell you
I have no enemy
but dont let the raccoons rummage
through your garbage
i still have fear
but i face mine everyday right
here i have been writing for as long
as i have been thinking
i dare you to copy
write that.
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