show me the ground

Revolutionaries seem to be that of color
black
brown
whatever you are
but if you are white
then you have no right to complain
you are white
caucasian
cracka
gringo
life is easy for you
you got all the money
right....?
wrong!
i am talking about the lost warriors of literary battle fields
the artists whose parents said goodbye to
the drop outs told to grow up
the lost souls given to the work force to figure it out
who is here to speak of you?
who is wondering will you make it?
I know this feeling like a tattoo from birth
if i was ever found to have grown up recite my poems to me
if i were ever to wear a tie, steal it from me
and if i am ever to put my pen down from paper and shout out
show me the ground

Apollos's glare

It has been said and retold of the beasts out there on the streets but no one sees
They are too busy with getting fat and famous
getting too dumb too quick
finding a women's heart through her naked body
being too cool too high too foolish too fast
they forget what is going on around us
distraction is the game and the young do not stand a chance
the warriors walking with the wombless and the hungry
sometimes fall ill to distraction
watching gladiatorial games while Caesar feeds war and conflict not of the people
distraction she dips her venom in all of us
sometimes to the point of delirious complacency
to job security
to meal stability
to shelter capabilities
but forget revolutionaries do not write and stand still
they do not eat feasts but search the dumpsters for scraps with the unwashed
revolutionaries do not quietly into the cold dark night
they shout in the square upon Apollo's glare

Step 3

Step 3

Construction has begun

As they bring rope and man to build

Along the four sides

They gather in droves

Not quite sure of the ramifications or what ramifications means

They build when told

In the center of these four walls

Just nothingness

Lies the foundation of the unknown future

I met on the construction with the architects and no alterations would be made

The walls will be straight, motionless, and colorless and this formula will be duplicated four times more

They will then only build structures to this equation

These architects will not budge on their vision

So I lay without structure in a 360 degree circle with no walls

No architects

No vision

Only that of mine and they shall never again replicate such a process, so pure

Because it is not theirs but nor shall the originator of it all

Just a visual representation of freedom

Step 1 duplicate

Step 2 duplicate

Step 3 initiate

Sorrow and woe

All I know

I know not of their walk and posture

I know not their syntax and diction

These beasts of man

Who starve all for their one fish

Gluttonous greedy things

One arrow to one place

Their minds go

The know nothing of color just variant shades of grey

They know wealth

When I know poverty

They know warmth

When I know cold

They know happiness

When all I know is sorrow and woe

walking alone

What would you do if you were taste love sweetness and tenderness and then have it taken from you?

what would you do to return to her or him?

what sorrows would you know?

what nightmare may lurk on your night whilst she lays knowing not of your efforts?

In the eve where lovers dance

you may walk in the dark alone but not in her hands 

what world so cruel lay this night on me for eternity?

tis the world of limitless purgatory 

a world i know oh so close to my heart 

is a pain i wish on no man or woman

Magic of love

One may not know

One cannot know the steps to or the steps to endure or the where after

One cannot know of her face

Her body

Her voice

One may only know of the waiting

While she or her may do the same preponderance of you and I

One can never know the how to get her’s or him’s

It is not the knowing that concerns the magic of love

It is the love itself

How one may be lifted as if wings were raising me to the heavens

Only know this

Uncertainty and there will be no time or mental preparation

Thou shall keep you readied for the devastating beauty with the witchcraft of love

Just nothingness

Empty stares

I am exiled from a place I once called home and beyond the walls of my homeland lies no other world just purgatory

As all unworthy eyes may look upon her

Except I

I who knew her intimate as my very own heart

I who share nights as lovers do

Who share beds

Kisses and hearts as one

All may gaze on her but I

There would be no force of man

Would peer my eyes onto another’s gaze

Until my eyes see hers as I do in the sunlight

Will I stop

Will I move to other worlds

No hell

Nor heaven

Just nothingness and empty stares