Listen. Even in stillness we move. Souls stay intoxicated by the rhythms of mariposas. We transgress. Take a drink. Here da notes. Life is full. Let Religions and nations divide. We dance in fire. Orchestras within organic bottles. Unleash ure songs so that we all may listen to such beautiful notes and dance in ur parade!! - Asere
I lived on the even side of street at apt 22. I gazed at my neighbors across the street thinking they were happier, their rooms were sunnier, their parties more fun. Unfortunately, their rooms were smaller and darker. They too, gazed across the street … because we always think that luck is what we don’t have.
Oh, oh deep water, black and cold like the night I stand with arms wide open I’ve run a twisted line I’m a stranger in the eyes of the Maker And I could not see for the fog in my eyes I could not feel for the fear in my life
From across the great divide In the distance I saw the light Of John Baptist walking to me with the Maker My body is bent and broken by long and dangerous sleep I can’t work the fields of Abraham and turn my head away I’m not a stranger in the hands of the Maker
Brother John, have you seen the homeless daughters Standing there with broken wings I have seen the flaming sword There over east of Eden Burning in the eyes of the Maker
I’ve heard you say many times that your better than no one and no one is better than you.
If you really believe that you know you have nothing to win and nothing to lose.
From fixtures and forces and friends your sorrow does stem.
That hype you and type you makin’ you feel
That you gotta be just like them.
“The old soul in the human psyche knows that the whole thing has hung by a thread all along. Not that there aren’t real fears, but that those who are older are supposed to draw wisdom from surviving the trouble in their own lives - Michael Meade”—