After the Solstice

After the Solsticeafter-the-solstice

Fallow fields glimmer in frost

Stars on the earth

The gods of the short day let the sun peak

Should short days always be so sorrowful?

Certainly not

In the glimmer a thousand tiny suns speak

They are breathing

They are alive

They, like stars, promise endless wishes

I cannot count them

Sovereign

First new piece of artwork and poetry for 2017!

Enjoy!

sovereign

Sovereign

penetration By,

choices, changes and the cyclical regurgitation of the will to comply

algorithms and stereotypes

false hopes in finger swipes

the problem?

i am bOund by perception

i am wanting new direction

i am dissatisfied with my lot

but silent? ha! i am not.

i am vociferous

i am malicious

i am calculating

i am aggravating

i am Devastating

too many “i’s”

constantly Heaving heavy sighs

it’s time to consider my own demise

call it what it is

all of it

insanity

but there is a way out.

It’s right here

New Direction (Spoken Word)

I saw Cornell West speak yesterday and was blown away. As a result I wrote a little spoken word piece. It’s called New Direction. The words themselves are below the video.

 

New direction
The breath, the breath

The very vessel that leads towards death

Boundaries and Borders

Like old tape recorders

If you Stock up and reorder

Then you continue the disorder

Repeat, then rewind, then repeat

Round and round leading to our collective defeat

Dare you delete, the very elite

That knocked you down off your shoeless feet?

Out In the cold, your whole life, nothing but bought and sold

Learning is bold because It’s not everything you know, it’s everything you’re told

So it doesn’t matter in which school you are enrolled

Or the size of your household, or however well controlled

Look again, and again, and breathe some more

Travel Down Darkened Alleys, Open some locked doors

I implore you to explore despite the ever present war

For your mind, it always wants more, is always willing to ignore

That all of civilization is built on the bones of the poor

Stop for a sec, just breath, don’t leave, there is a little more

The doctor must diagnose the illness before there’s a cure.

Listen, just listen to your own self-deception

When you meet a new idea, don’t go with your preconception

Shift your perception, make a correction, see the connections

If you listen to your discomfort you can make an interception

At the very core of your apperception

But be careful not to start a different kind of collection

Of knowledge and perception, That route leads to even more powerful deception

Know that, True education is liberation

It ends the incarceration of entire minds and entire nations

Participate in a celebration Of your personal annexation

Because aligning with your minds death and a little contemplation

Frees your soul and creates some space for a state of jubilation

The Dark

the-dark

The Dark

I am shadow

See me?

Of course you don’t.

You don’t want to.

You want to ignore me, to suppress me, to gag me

And to hide my little atrocities.

But I am dark,

Blacker then black.

Not even the brightest of stars can hold me back,

Forever.

Even my spoilt wings are made from the corpses of dead Ravens

Their blood my medicine

On them I feed.

Seek me out in the darkest of places.

You will find Wisdom there,

But not for the faint of heart.

Merge with it,

Let the deepest dark seep into your soul as plastic melts over smoldering ash.

Let it shape you,

Mold you,

Feed you.

Accept it and then,

Burn it down.

Smash it to pieces.

Let the blood drip from my lips,

And like water, quench your thirst.

Let me show you dark,

So you can understand light.

Bones

bones

Bones

My bones feel empty.

Where has all the marrow gone?

Have they been broken?

Split by the storms and harvests?

Did all the juice drip and run?

Swept away by the passing of seasons

By the Tidal forces that make so certain,

That nothing is left untouched?

Is there anything left?

Look.

See.

Crack it open.

Taste.

It is bitter.

It is rotten.

But there is so much left.

Celestial

celestial

Celestial

It’s simple

A simple explanation

We search our lives for meaning

We travel the world seeking answers

We gaze at the stars and the wonders of the universe

We try to unlock all knowledge

But the truth is

I am naked.

Silence, and then…

LoveAt first there was silence.

But in that silence a rage.

A rage like the violence done by the dawn on the passing of the night sky

Leaving in its wake the bloody clash of colors that so fervently take hold of the meaning of brilliance

But silence is the pause before the masquerade,

Before emotions dance in cluttered corners so limited by space that

It bursts

 

Then the first note

The clamor of a single dissonant piano key

It’s high pitch reverberating

Bringing tension, bringing movement, bringing change

Afterwards another note, then another, then another

Then a cascading waterfall of noise and color

Roses

The space filled to the brim with running notes

with running eyes

with dripping languid smiles hesitant to turn upwards

It was love

It was always love

Certainty

 

Excitement brimming, overflowing, overreaching

The cup filled, spills all about

The hand loses grip

It topples,

Spilled

The notes stop, the melody reverberates and lingers long

But is not renewed

It is not returned

The day takes hold

Silence again.

Ascent

AscentAscent

Flowers fortuitously fade from freedom

A descent begins

In Dank Darkness it Decides on Death

Structures Shatter

Wilting Willfully it Waits, Watching

Soon, only essence remains

Silence Sips,

Space Stutters,

Stars Shutter

Potential, only potential

 

All is empty

But…

 

Converging Chemicals Create Clear Conditions

Something Stirs

Excitedly it Emerges from Emptiness

Ascending,

Returning,

Sharing the Silence, the Softness, the Stars

Until Descent