The River Runs Calmly/ I wait quietly beside my dead Father.

The river runs calmly/ I wait quietly beside my dead father.   Shhhh/his love is physical ask my beloved whore mother?

Blow on your pipe as his fist whip your body into shape.  Lick up his shit as he throws it/ feed me your love i’ve come to love to hate as I watch you blow on your pipe that feeds you my sperm donors love.

The river runs calmly/ I wait quietly beside my dead father.  No food to feed your seven homily children/ who roads have no words to travel too/ when asked to love thy parents as my father the sperm donor pounds your pussy so good with his hatred for what gives life. The river runs calmly/ I wait quietly beside my dead father.

His life is long / his love is painful it ruins every off springs it creates/ death in ones eyes and a longing to be held up in the image of God that doesn’t have a name to share with the children who wait to be saved from the donor who destroys god creation of life.  The river runs calmly / I wait quietly beside my dead father.

He gave no love to thy spirit there fore thee spirit has no love to give to thyself –the river runs calmly / I wait quietly beside my dead father.  I catch a glimpse of my own image waiting beside the river that runs so calmly waiting quietly beside my dead father/ waiting quietly beside my dead FATHER.

A Journey Worth Taking.

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A Journey Worth Taking.

I was walking through the streets of New York City taking in all of it’s glory and beauty.  And I had this burst of gratitude  about how blessed I was to be born to be alive to to have this experience.   I wanted to scream from the highest mountain top.  How can you not be happy and full of joy?  You see a year ago I decide to change how I saw the world and my place in it.   Don’t get me wrong it was a very difficult thing to do.  I had so much rage and hate in my heart that I was starting to suffocate my spirit.   I’m a very sensitive person and carry everything with me.  As a artist that’s a beautiful thing but in the real world not so much.

So I decide to turn my darkness into my light.  Once I decide to simply let go.  I mean really let go. Let go of all the times someone called me a nigger, faggot, monkey , or told me I wasn’t it worth it.  Letting go of my painful childhood. And I also had to let go of all the wrong I had done to other people.   When I was younger I had this attitude of “FUCK YOU!” I would hurt your feelings before you hurt me.   But the funny thing about all that. I held on to all that guilt about hurting someone else being mean to another person.

In my heart and soul I just wanted to be liked and love but the funny things was people did like me and love me.  I was funny and fun to be around. I knew how to get the party started.  I had this gift of making people feel good.  I didn’t see that at the time.  I had love all around in every corner.  I just saw my darkness and my pain.  For the longest it’s all i thought I had to offer to the universe.

But now I see. I was blind and now I see.  I can’t take my past back and to be honest. I wouldn’t if I could.   So I’m moving forward with my life. I’m walking with my head up and my soul open.  Yes open to others. Open to the pain ,joys , of life. I realize now the universe has always been on my side. She’s been carrying in her hands waiting for me to open up my own eyes.  To see I’m worthy of all this life that I’m has to offer me.

Standing On Top of God.

I ran through the valley of God looking for my place amongst the stars/ hoping to find a seat where all men are created equal. I wait quietly for someone to invite me into the sea of whiteness. I notice no one has reached out their hands to me. But as I begin to disappear into myself. I notice half white and black men laughing and drinking tea.  The gates open and a sea of black and brown men enter’s the room.  I can hear a pin drop.   Just when I thought where are the women? I hear this loud laugh from  across the room. To my surprise it was a line of beautiful women of every color you can imagine.  All so beautiful with this beam of light coming from their eyes. But as I started to move. I notice roots growing from  my feet. We all we’re starting to be come connected to each other. I started noticing animals and trees growing out of different body parts of our bodies.   I had this sense of calmness rush over me. So I finally found the strength to ask someone what was going on?  This  transgender man or woman, black, or white , brown.  ‘ Said we are all connected to this one earth. This energy called life force taking root.  I was a little confused by his or her comment. I replied “Taking root on what?” “He , She replied ‘On Top OF God.”

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