Thread Bare

For a golden moment
I thought I would fly
on silken threads of sunlight,
clouds falling behind me in layers
shadows drawn away,
like clothes upon the floor.

Step away from night into dawn
circling light brings darkness again
and I am caught in the threads
bare to the night and my dreams.

The Weight of Fire Burns

Playing with fire is the game I know best
holding the flame of licentious thought
lead weight upon my chest,
scanning the crowd for beauty and heart
wondering who will take part
follow my rules; choose me for a revolution
a chance part in a mirrored evolution
think outside the box
lay down upon the forest moss for talks
of universes, fingers wrapped tight around hair, locks.

The weight of fervor burns in my soul
turns a shambled life into ashen coal,
I speak of needs with worry and stress
but dreams come so easy, let me see you undress
your soul upon forest floor
peel back your skin, give me gore
our physical form is just a door
to our inner core that always wants more.
I hold the key on immoral brass ring
to momentary peace inside these things
dangled for us like yarn or string
claws retracted,
and what you think is attraction
is just a distraction
from the work you need to do.

Tune In

I am not trying to create some sort of lifestyle
my head is tuning-in to another dial.
I embrace sedition until a trial by fire
and the turpitude of your servitude
fills my mouth with bile.

I turn away, but your image I file
into my mind - drilled, the immense magnitude
of your liaison fair attitude
leaving carnage in the wake of your blunders
pretending to be some sort of transcendental wonder
when all I want to do is break free and fall under
the radar before a cut by the rudder.

Beguiled by your need to compile
things and people into an organized pile
of ownership, then carry out your denial
that you played any part in your own hostile
game of life filled with false pretense and artistic style.

I gaze and I wonder at your images, amazed
how you can live with yourself in a haze
of smoke and vanity convinced that it had to be
the only way. Evolve or break free,
one day you might have the power to see
all the good that would have come from you and me.

Fodder for my mental appetite,
with dreams and wishes I hold tight
to push through this fight
you aggravate and tempt me with your utter silence
and all the while it is heavy, laden with pretense.

I Stand With CeCe McDonald

I stand with Ce Ce McDonald
in this life to make art
doesn’t matter what’s between your legs
what matters is in your heart.

All our lives are political choices
we need to work together
to give all the people voices

Bring water to Sub-Saharan Africa
. . . and Detroit
stop Ebola in Nigeria
don’t treat it like a choice.

Break-up the pandemic of grease covered politic
take back our system, inject
sanctity in unity, passion without sin
love . . . in logic.

I stand with Ce Ce McDonald
in this life to make art
doesn’t matter what’s between your legs
what matters is in your heart.

Unlock it;
don’t bury the best of our days
save the child-bride slaves
speak-up for Ferguson
don’t let the police turn us in.

Friends or enemies
see the gray space of us
the life, the dust the trust.
Flip-over your tags
see what you are made of.

Children in China earning a dime on your lack of love
your need for a bargain
advertising jargon
there you go dipping into the lard again.

We need to start breaking down the lines
of people we want to be and those we want to idolize,
people we want to know
or those we want to blow.

Let people be grow
and show their heart to us
be parents I dare us
to show-up, blow-up our hearts with love.

Be brave enough to teach our children
that the sword
has no power over the dove.

All life we see is sacred trust
from humans to organism in the dust
birthed from the riverbed
get our ass out of the proverbial bed
stop revering dead figureheads.

Jump in the water, we’ll dive
ride the tidal wave to keep us alive
I don’t have a lot to give
but what I’ve got I’ll share to live
under this starry dome
on this blue boat home.

I stand with Ce Ce McDonald
in this life to make art
doesn’t matter what’s between your legs
what matters is in your heart.