The first great war to consume humanity was for the rights over our flesh. The second, and ongoing is over the rights to our property. The third will be to the rights over connection and information.
Rights over creation; the fourth and final.
There can only be one God.
See how precise these abstractions can be.
Like the moaning of koans, one finds in the sea,
that longs for the sun to transform it’s form
into a mighty tempest clutching the breeze.
Linking the Egyptian Nile to my backyard tree.
Life that mimicked nature
has now risen to mock, with stories of creation
Risen to rape, to consume
til’ there is just
naked ape left,
who will not be the first to discover
how his lost kin
confused clothes with skin
naked for sin.
He would cut out his left rib
protecting the chamber
where if we had one, the soul would reside.
For a chance to love again
and to reinvent sin
to instruct with the rod
in the name of a god.
And we will forget how we ever lived
with empty thrones
and star filled skies.
There is no place loftier,
than the surface of your skin, purgatory
in a place between
macro and micro
I walk into the park, the air immediatley cools.
Tonight, the moon owns my shadow
The sky is out of reach again.
my whole life
The playground knows no loneliness.
Little kids by day, big by night
A cop slows,
red globes fall
The cop leaves,
Virgin lungs bellow in the distance.
I sit on the swing, rock like a pendulum.
Hypnotized by gravity
I’ve learned more on this playground,
than in the classroom.
I’ll always breathe deep
The smoke that burns sweet
Drift & sway to the familiar beats
To the melodies that accompanied
I will always remember
to never forget
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