When a prophet walks this earth
he is not afraid to tell the masses
I love you
    and you are wrong
fearless to shame in righteousness
to die to prove anger at ignorance is
worth the compassion of self-sacrifice
worth the animosity towards his truth

We have become too polite in our interactions
too convinced that everyone has
a right to their opinion and that everyone’s opinion,
because it is what they believe,
is correct

But a prophet flips tables
at the temple
is violent in his scathing
of human indulgence

The Buddha
The Mother
The Messenger
The Father
The Christ
all loved each other
all lived by each other’s message
all embraced all other prophets and all people
regardless of their merciful disdain
of rhetoric’s views and beliefs

We are all capable of coexisting
regardless of our faiths
but prophets are just that
because they know
only one perspective is correct
only one truth is truth

 
af

(written with pen on paper)

a family is bittersweet
love, camaraderie and all the stereotypes
not a truth but an idea

family is loud and chaos
work, not peace
an obligation

family takes for granted and expects

memories and nostalgia
in its past
frustration and second guessing
in its present
hope and security
in its future
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Love is such a constricting freedom.
It should let me go, give me those
proverbial wings
but rather
it restricts my breathing
places two hands on my mind and
squeezes.

I have been taught that
it is an obligation, a commitment
a never-ending vortex of sacrifice which forces a denial
of many of the impulses my instincts desire…

So love scares me
because I cannot recall anyone who has yet crossed my
path who became a better person as a result of
this notion I have been bred with.
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I am an animal

On my body
I have
fat, hair
a penis
nipples, pimples
lips, ass and ears

Inside me
there is
urine, feces, viruses, blood, bacteria

Snot, saliva, shit, semen, wax, piss, puss, blood, bile, gas
all
come out of me

Although I think and I feel
although I have a soul
I am also a body
sometimes too big
sometimes too much odor
sometimes too clean
sometimes it wants to be fucked
sometimes just touched lightly
sometimes it wants to be looked at
sometimes this body wants to move, shake, wiggle

This body
eats, sleeps, destroys, wakes, creates

Fragile
Complex
Delicate
Extraordinarily sophisticated

Within logic
we continuously add
opinions, judgments
necessitate observations
for an unnecessary perspective of
our own existence

The ego should be starved
not the body
because I am
simply
an animal
and I exist
as this body…

it is
what and
who and
why I am…

That is how it has been
since birth
until death…

My body is not ornamental,
opinions are not welcome!

af

(written with pen on paper)

Feels good
to have hundreds of
poems
to write
to be forced to spend all day
and tomorrow
and as many more days as I want
writing poetry

my new job
my new obligation

af

(written with pen on paper having landed in nola)

“Teacher, Teacher…look what I can do!!!”
Then, with the seriousness of solving world hunger,
he raises both eyebrows, together, then lowers them,
again, and again, and again…

Such pride in accomplishing the impossible.

“It’s magic…from air…from the sky!!!”
She runs out the front door into the afternoon shower
rainbows exploding in her mind as an
uncontrollable giggle takes her over
stomping her feet in puddles of a musicless dance…

Such fascination in witnessing a first rainfall.
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We are smarter than we give ourselves credit for.

We often forget that we are animals
the danger in this mishap being, therefore,
that we neglect to trust that stored in our genome,
our most prized asset, over logic and compassion,
is instinct.

Instinct, not intelligence, keeps us alive,
allows all species to evolve.
Instinct, not logic, allows for the best decision.
Instinct, not a compass, directs us,
informs us.
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