Quiet convoluted chaos of
abstract visions desperately trying
to cling together
an existence seeming so vivid
being void of thought, memory

Then breath
becoming aware of the air
half alive
the rest stuck in the purgatory of multiple dimensions
slightly aware, immediately remorseful
holding onto memories of dreams

A trippy moment, surreal, then it’s too late
hurtling towards consciousness
drying out from the fan that has been
reluctantly trying to cool my wet skin
in this this bed I lie in
pressing my freshly rested eyes shut tighter from the
sun who is up far too early;
Questions, curiosities as the mind takes over

Then the waiting

Open eyes, check room
waiting
Check phone, computer, insecurity
waiting
Pondering patterns, decisions
until enough waiting passes
and I am ready for my first cup of coffee

and that is when my reality ends
so that the world can take over

af

(written with pen on paper immediately upon waking)

I knew that there would always be something to write about,
that is why I started this;
thing is
does there need to be interest in me for me to write?
Does a tree always need an ear?
After all, that is what I preach, right?
About artistic creative solitude, right?
Are the symmetrical patterns of cars and traffic that intriguing?
Is it even worth continuing this poem long after I am bored with it?

Drink my coffee, breathe thick air biting like mosquitos.
Clever, I think, until I look down at the fire-red brail;
Bump the table, shaking, both the table and I, spilling my coffee
Words and numbers everywhere, prices changing daily

There is nothing stable anymore because the awakening has already begun

So, does it really matter that I created this simply to create it?
And that it’s not really about anything in particular?

af

(written with pen on paper, thinking and spacey, as always)

The essence of variety
Evolution meeting Mother Earth
Rivers and bridges living in relative harmony
creating the music of beats in a jungle

Fireworks citywide to celebrate accomplishments
stained in would-be regret
if only we patriots knew the real truth

But they realize
unity is higher than righteousness;
Once the healthy seeds begin to sprout,
evolution will have come full circle
within this Earth

af

(written on a piece of paper sitting in a car)

Racism exists within humanity
because we want it to;
those who oppress
and those who are

The strength it takes to rise above
anything that veers the emotion
toward hate or pity
to find love in every individual

It takes sacrifice
mostly of time
mostly of habit
but mostly of pride
to understand why and how
racism exists

Ignorance fuels the oppressor
the unwillingness to set aside the ego
to submit themselves to the truth
I Was Wrong

But the teachers and the leaders
of all the movements
of all the looked-down and put-down upon
all preach a common wisdom:
to hear a word as just letters
taking control of the ability
to devalue any intention behind them.

Still, the people refuse to cease
blowing oxygen into the fire
the ignorant keep feeding

I choose not to be a
racist or bigot
I choose not to be a
victim or insulted

Choose…

af

(written on computer after an argument )

Getting ready to jump back into the fight

Ready, again, to sacrifice some peace and comfort

To attack the ignorance that has made pride obsessive

Because the weak
and lazy
of America
must cease making the rules

I refuse to allow you to be rewarded
anymore
for my strength and determination

Relaxation is over…

It is time, once again, to fight

af

(written with pen on paper, pissed at the people’s complacency)

Is it so silly to live
as if insanity truly will take over
and the end will be here within the next few months?

Scoff at the paranoia
but carpe diem means
Seize The Day
means
Live every day as your last!

Words that feel good only to say?

Is not character who I am when no one is looking?

I preach the paths I walk on
so, why am I the one having to explain
why every moment of every day are
each in and among themselves
oceans of time to bathe in?

Whether I would like to climb a mountain
or hold you warm late at night
I will do so
knowing that moment will be gone forever

Ain’t nothing wrong with making the most
out of this life of mine

af

the chaos begins…
flash bombs hurtling through the skies
smashing the silence of a peaceful nation;
and the mind controlled revolutionaries,
both for the protection of peace
the continuity of society
the lust within the gardens we hide within
that is the boiled oil about to splash on this fire,
as soon as one mistake happens,
and it will only take one mistake,
the redefining of a nation
by these kids
for once
strong enough
willing enough
determined enough
to not live in a father-knows-best hyperbole
will succeed
as they are determined to take,
however they will
(and make no mistake, they will),
enough room that the freedom
of one individual needs
as one individual deserves
as we
ALL
deserve.

Stand with common sense
resist violence
watch the monster devour itself
and stand ready to,
in unison,
kick over the falling house of cards
and be free

af

(written on computer)