I am not a poet
though I do write poetry.
I am not an artist
though I do create art.
I am not a musician
though I've occasionally held a beat.
I am not an athlete,
no, I'm really not an athlete.
I'm not gay,
though I have kissed a girl and I liked it.
I'm a not religious
though my spirituality entangles me.
I do not hold these labels to my identity
aware that their permanence has no existance.
But underneath these rags of labels that society tries to dress me in...
I am human.
My skin evolutionized by my ancestors
My bones scrutinized by prejudice
My blood synthesized by love.
I am human.
One of more than 7 billion and counting
willing to collaborate to create seemingly impossible things
if only to propagate a clearer message to eliminate hate from a world of beauty we have layed out before us.
We are all human.
And we were all born and we will all die
but in between
we are given a colorful scene.
Our purpose to live.
Our purpose to create.
So let's mend our seams
and harmonize with broken keys.
Guide our lost ones
and step down to our knees
and pray for a day
when we can put aside our shame
and live freely amongst the trees
and bathe in sun rays
THESE THINGS ARE FREE!
Let's pray for a day
when control and power is not the name of the game
in a greed ridden society that is too afraid
to alleviate the pain the world holds
from our ignorant mistakes.
Let's clean the rivers
and moisten the soils
and remind the world of our love.
We are all humans.
Designed to refine our compassion for our home.
We need to remember we share this one.
One human cannot carry the weight of the world on their shoulders.
And when the best of the world crumbles
the rumbles with stir the wind
and wash away all of its madness with good rain
and we will start again.
And I know it's easy to want to give up.
The burden feels heavy and the road too rough
All of us,
entangled visions of our past, present, and future tenses
all begging to be let loose from this cyclical nightmare.
Attempting to find solace in faith of unknown things.
Our humanitarian race finds no space
in the things we've erased
My heart beats and my mind thinks
as our love shrinks on the brink of extinction.
Our needs bleed with the seeds to save us all.
So, I won't give up hope now.
I won't.
Because belief seeps through the pores
of every man's dreams
and I'll harness this faith and divide it amongst thee
and walk blindly through these patient trees
waiting to exhale the oxygen
that will sustain our need of an undivided creed.
Peace be with you
please be with me.
Because it's time now to release our past
at the heels of our feet
and move swiftly now.
I've found it now.
Ready to hold on to it now.
Let me show you how.
Because I won't let go of it now.
until we are healed or at least beckoned
to move against the groove of this shortcoming
that i intend to prove is worth something.
A past, present, and future tense all developed in a mind
unwilling to shape out the empty space it defines.
Let me be a reminder.
Let my heart beat be a rewinder.
Let me tell you what the world is inside her.
Fill my empty vessel with loves lost and hopes afloat.
I'll light the river gold.
Please help me build the boat.
