Again

Born beside sacred lands

I toke a bite of eternal life

It tasted of pomegranates and honeysuckle

I paired it with light from the father sky

Dipped it in Earth’s volcanic crust

Allowed it to dry in the wind

Praying to dear Oya again and again

Endless

Embracing the illusion of racing

Catch me pacing

Evaporating within myself

Only help I need comes from fallen leaves and remembered stolen ancestors

Who’ve found themselves floating in the endless air

I have no fear

Never scared

Milk

I appreciate the sweet coconuts milk
Cracked and melanated
It’s possible to picture it and paint the wars pretty pale
To paint the sky blue, to call it an ocean

Unmoving

I remember sitting down in an empty space

Unmoving on a cloud

I saw my future there

Declared it aloud

Finding my name is claiming myself

Flat Earth problems

Blue kyanite and amythst
Been seeing the future more frequently
Wrote them out a few songs
Play the world like it’s a CD
Flat earth problems

A wanderers song

If you want me to be happy
Leave me alone to make my peace
Give me a little of that sweet juice
Some distance to walk at my pace
Some greenery a soft mellow breeze
Time permits us to freeze
Get lost in those tall wooden things
Just let me be
Make my piece peace

But

I told myself I’d have no tears for you
Would only hold space for you
But just one more for old times sake
For the sake of my ticker
For the savior of your soul

Hurt people hurt people

Godspeed as pain plagues the world
While stolen lovers lust for equality; for peace
Begging for rain
Claiming insanity
Shaming one from shining down
This time around the natural will abandon us
The truth will leave us
All removed
Stumbling riddlers will remain