Madness Penetrated

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Madness Penetrated

Mounting the colossal heap of madness that existed in the paradox of my mind
I implanted the flag of victory, waving gently over the landmines of my soul.
Madness had suffered another blow.
Reality glowed with the newness of the sunrise.
Hope glistened in the shadows of my doubts.
I am
Here now.
If only for a moment.

Storm Clouds

Storm Clouds

Storm Clouds

Storm clouds

Reign their majesty

Upon us

Hurling us around like

Fireflies in the wind.

We flutter and flap

Our wings,

Pretending that we

Can fly.

Yet the truth is

Our attempts at flight

Are a lie.

We have

Lost all control.

We are vulnerable

To the intolerant

Storm clouds’

Power.

Clouds billow across

The sky

Magically transforming

Water within

Our light begins to flutter,

We submit to the will

Of the Storm cloud.

And remember our

Humanity.

The sun peaks through

The clouds.

Our power is awakened.

We whisper a roar

Threatening

The storm cloud.

Lightning glows,

Thunder explodes,

The omniscient storm cloud

Makes mother nature proud.

My Bones

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My Bones

My Bones don’t represent me.
You may look at my bone structure
And think you know my origins.

But,

My Bones don’t represent me.
You may be able to identify me by
The form of my teeth.

But,

My bones don’t represent me.
You may be able to look at my
Pelvis and discern my gender.

But,

My bones don’t represent me.

It is not my teeth but the gaps within.
It is not the size of my feet but what
Motivates them to move.

The firm white forms don’t reveal
My loves
My fears
My dreams
Or my victories.

Please never pay homage to my bones
When I am gone.
Because
My bones don’t represent me.

 

NORMALCY

“Instead of providing a decent education to poor young people, American society offers them the growing potential of being incarcerated; buttressed by the fact that the U.S. is one of the only countries in the world that sentences minors to death and spends “three times more on each incarcerated citizen than on each public school pupil” (Wokusch, 2002: 1).

 

“Normalcy”

 

Verse 1:

Innocent child twinkle in his eye

Kareens through the streets with unique style

Peers grant him a grave reputation

School with unfair stigmatation

 

Hangin’ with kids from the wrong side

Didn’t want to be no snitch, hung his head and lied

Gang injunction follows him where he goes

Even when he does right, nobody knows

 

Chorus:

What is normalcy in this world?

Momma’s precious little baby pearl

Children sentenced to a life of death

In between they seek some kind of happiness

Misfit can’t get normalcy in this world

 

Verse 2:

Young man in the city survives by day

Cops guard the streets but they still aint safe

Can’t find a job, slings drugs to get by

His friends all gone, when he’s convicted in trial

 

Just another jail statistic

Wanted to be an engineer told to be realistic

Found normalcy behind prison walls

3 squares, healthcare and wake-up calls

 

Chorus:

What is normalcy in this world?

Momma’s precious little baby pearl

Children sentenced to a life of death

In between they seek some kind of happiness

Misfit can’t get normalcy in this world

 

Bridge:

What if that child had been encouraged

Instead of put down, stepped on never nourished

He could have been a medical resident

Maybe even the next president

 

Chorus:

What is normalcy in this world?

Momma’s precious little baby pearl

Children sentenced to a life of death

In between they seek some kind of happiness

Misfit can’t get normalcy in this world

Indefineable

I am indefinable

I have arrived and been untimeable

I’ve seen the earth formed

I’ve seen the mountains transformed

I’ve seen the oceans and the plains

I’ve seen ancient man

I’ve witnessed countless wars

I’ve been born and born and born

I’ve been a Jew

                  a Gentile

                  a Muslim

I’ve worshiped Buddha and God

And I shall continue to stand

                        to love

                        to embody all that is good for

                        Eternity

I am undefinable…

 

I Want to Try to Wonder Why

I want to take a dive deep into your insides

I want to know the real you, what causes you to cry

I want to look beneath the color of your skin

I want to know what you think is a sin

I want to know how eagles can glide

I want them to stop and offer me a ride

I want to know how hot the sun feels

I want to know is the truth even real

I want to know how long peace can last

I wonder how much I will lose if I fast

I wonder how the IRS knows all the income in my past

I wonder if you see me under my mask

I wonder if you if our love can really last

I wonder what my mom would say if she were alive

I wonder if she’d be proud of what I’ve done with my life

I wonder what our baby would look like

I wonder would breast implants make me “fly” in your eyes

I wonder if I cut my wrists, would I really die

I try not to judge kids when they lie

I try to remember what I was like

I try to be always be kind to my neighbor

I try to find time to relax and not labor

I try not to roll through so many stop signs

I try not to swallow when you blow my mind

I try to have a mind of my own

I try not to cry because I feel so alone

I try to always hold on and on and on

I want to try to wonder why

I want to try to wonder why

I want to try to wonder