Maybe Next Lifetime

When my soul first encountered you, you were a distant red and gold bird in my dreams,
Who i barley noticed, just a passing thought
But i you were a pheonix
The symbolic of reincarnation and
Maybe
that should have been my first clue
to the you that was to run through and through and through my life, my mind, and truth
The first time my soul recognized yours you were a soldier
trapped in the stale brick and exposed concrete room
Telling me the horrors of an idealistic government qnd how
it would end up causing me unbearable pain, the loss of you,
But your vioce told me secrets of similarities, slowly spinning a web, messaging me out " i Know You" like wilburs charlotte
When i first fought you
We were two starving Cats in an alley
And there was only one dumpster of food
and as i collapsed in a malnutritioned coma
my last thought was as least theres more for you
When i first loved you.. now thats hard
Was it when you were the static in my phone, and the rhythmic rolling sounds of your snap, crackle, pop accepted my flaws instantly
or was it when i had my moment of bad karma and i lived just long enough to see you in the arms of someone else, and the pain of that cut me deep, deep enough for me to confess,
forgive me for i have sinned
No it was when i was a banker
And my currency was your trust,
and i threw away all limits
as you deposited and withdrew
and we balanced our emotions until
All that was left was you
and me
The next time i saw you
I didnt know you
You were a strangers whose deep eyes captured me
but your stupidity drove me away and maybe i should haved stayed
because that was the lifetime you needed me the most

seventh lifetime
you were a poet and
this, this was where we connected it
and our entire souls were affected
by the sparkling shimmers that carresed it
Us
with the hintof the familiar that says
"I have been yours Forever"
forever since then has seen us as lovers and friends
as vishnu and shiva,
i was the wind that stirred your hair,
and i was the bear that you escaped when you were a rabbit
but through the myraids of life we connected
And in Each lifetime we were brought together,
Some how,
because the truth is
this is a circle
natural and forever
Continuing in a repeated pattern of
love and like and friendship, righteous kisses, fists of fury
But
all i hope
all i pray
is that maybe next lifetime
Youll remember me too

a poetic interpetation of a self written haiku

Art is Beautiful
I Display Emotions Raw
you say Masterpiece

Art is beautiful
I am inspired by my culture
My muse, Weed
The weed that lets me rhyme with ease on the breeze, flying free
Let me be
My artwork, not dispayed on paper,
My papers are used to roll and burn, roll and burn, roll and burn, and i yearn to be something greater but i am offput by previous examples of failure and besides, right now, im having to much fun,
And i have my crew
Together we come together under a like mind, and similar interpetations of the infrastructure of the streets.
And they ask me, to give my initiation piece
Art is beautiful
My parchement, concrete
My brush cold steel
And it is a complete package of sound and smells and sights with visual displays of bright color and a flash of sunrise
I display emotions raw
Bang swish
My first stroke cause the quick smells of TNT accompanied by a vibrant flash of orange fire
Squish Splat
The Sound of my red paint hitting the concrete eerily bringing back memories of yesterdays spilt milk.
Then you see the emotion in the eyes
The eyes of shocked innocence
I display emotions raw
Bang Bang
Splat Splat
Thud
I watch him fall
Gun still cocked
Caught up in the moment and i realize the destructive potential of my art.
If he was just a little faster with his brush i would have been his fire engine red materpiece on the cold conctrete with my signature a dusty chalk outline
Is only i was a little slower i could have seen how my art could inspire others to replicate my work, How i instigated a modern revolution
But its too late, its done
You say masterpiece
blue lights, turn to cold chains
Congratutions from my crew, turn to tears as his family looks at the still black box
Tears turn to vengence as art causes a reckoning
And i see that one spoken sentence, can last for 30 years
behind cold bars
i see his children, most affected by my art
They look at the bars
see my eyes filled with remorse, see my life withering away in an orange jumpsuit
they say Masterpiece

I have always been your bitch

i have been in your
concrete box ever since i was born in your baby blue jumber and given power ranger toys and i was told that i had to be a man
and I was made to realize that in this fight or flight reflex that was life only the fight was respected in me
and i
Was a pacifist
Everyone tried to tell me that it would all be ok
but every one knows the bad stuff is easier to believe
So to fix my broken perspective
And to achieve a new directive
i tried to find a way to ease my pain
And i turned to words
I figured maybe if i could speak fast enough
Maybe if i could Speak loud enough
Maybe i could keep my demons at bay
And i thought maybe if i could write boldd enough, i could get an artificial 3rd party respect.
But then i realized
I only thoought i was a nobody when i looked in the mirror and saw i was not the somebody that you wanted to see
and neither was he
And neither was she
And neither were we
well
I am me as he is she and she is me and you are we and We Are All Together
Our voices are our weapons and together we will win
Peace will overcome destruction and we begged you to Repent
And we thought we met our objective when we saw that we had friends
And we thought we could achieve Liberation
And we never knew that this was a fantasy until you dropped you bomb that was reality, and then i knew, that i can make up all my stories of change, and get lost inside my imagery but in actuality, Hell Still Goes On.
And Then Me and she and he became enemies, and guns helped us murder their families because the only way to bring peace to our realities was to cause the same pain that they had brought to our broken fantasy
And our shame
Was not in our hypocrisy
But that we were not big enough to achieve the same Mass destruction that they did
And as we trapped and trained their kids
To fight the lies that they hid
We began to feel the same hate that fueled our hatred
And we started to wear the same faces that they did
Then i looked in the mirror and saw that i was finally a Somebody
That they could now Respect
I had become the monster that i had been fighting
and i knew the truth which was
Society
I have always been your bitch