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ouí,  je t’aime ouí,  je t’aime

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      i used to hide inside of steeples  waiting for God’s lightning to strike      in the wilderness i stand waiting                 he tells me i am there too                  because i live within you                        i am always with you i chase fury he is a fire he is still he is silence he is thunder i chase safety                        i am always with you              he says i love you because  i am love and there is no darkness        in the light of truth is a straight                            path to infinite life                             flèche

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the gospel of unclenched fists

these hands

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the heart is the philosopher’s stone -Saul Williams

            lately my heart has been bending           bullets with breaths and killing time      i know that life and death            aren’t opposites but they’re              intricately connected composites of               one another and that light and dark are          not opposites for they exist simultaneously    and that bumper sticker religion of coexist is  ironic because living on earth is evidence                that coexistence has been our reality                since fire covered layers of earth              covering layers of fire            i’m not giving up the unearthing of truth              as it births itself giving life to light        fathom with me that God was never born                God doesn’t have a beginning or end                    God is not a seed with an origin                        God doesn’t have a source           as a bullet traces it’s origins in a barrel   the barrel from metal and the metal from the earth i know light is the absence of darkness and darkness is the absence of light calm indicates the presence of chaos as chaos is a testament to calm

calm & chaos coexisting  

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i am the flower

dismantled by

your exhale

pollination

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please don't stop the music

please don't stop 

Please don't stop the muse

Cause boy, your words are music

and they strum the chords of my silence

and turn God to dust 

and flesh 

and bone

and this blood forgets to 

steal breaths to live 

I know I don't simply exist around you 

you liberate my mind 

and my feelings are in their feelings about it

openly my eyelids sigh 

because everything is punctuated 

with deep diaphragm sighs

even my laughter knows your name 

and it wishes to make reality 

more like your dreams cause we have a dream, we have a dream

 that one day butterflies and weak knees won't be the only way we measure our inability to express the way the mind will

attempt to clip the heart's wings

as it races towards love

the net where two souls catch themselves stealing glances and reinventing the future

by simply looking at one another

as if facing a mirror with a better reflection imperfection maybe the opposite of the perfection of the beauty of paradox when parallel lines come to an intersection 

like boy,

i want to hear you whisper my name across the room

as if destiny were written on the walls

like a little girl singing her favorite song

about a boy who sang about a girl

who fell in love with a boy

who fell in love with a girl

saying

please don't stop the muse

please don't stop

please don't stop the music

please don't stop the music

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books and books and books

time traveler's paradise

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i say i want to write more

life’s telling me to live more

connundrums

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my favorite color's blue

sometimes it's yellow

but i look better in red

my mother agrees

she also agrees

when i say my hair looks

better lighter because

the dark coffee tones

that soak my hair naturally

also drown my curls

so i bleach my hair every few

years to let the curves in my

hair reflect light better saying

don't look at me but please look at me

it's this paradoxical pursuit

of a higher self

i could lose more weight

my mother agrees

she also agrees

when i say i'm healthy

but my thighs touch

and my cheek bones need

more definition less cushion

like eventually someday

one day inevitable his

lips make it there he will

feel more bone than flesh

under these words is a heart

a pair of lungs and a stomach that

hasn't learned to digest love yet

saying don't love me but please do love me

this paradoxical pursuit

of purpose that i know i'm

here to give share and receive love

and it's something i still cannot fathom

because the depths of love don't

contain liquid for there isn't enough ocean

or sand or metaphorical vastness

because love is a function of the heart

that is why our minds always fail

to articulate it in words and even actions

my favorite season is fall

sometimes it's summer

but i always look forward to spring

my mother agrees

she also agrees

i'm too brilliant for my own good

and i agree the world is a bit dim

and needs more fluorescent minds

reflection

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breathing is a living mechanism

the air in my lungs isn't feminine

nor is it masculine our רוּחַ is divine

i understand the struggle many

face in accepting their bodies as

they are because we are more than

our bodies it's when you cease to nurture

your Spirit that you begin to reject

your body as it is fearfully and

wonderfully made not some accidental

genetic embodiment of biological

calculations you are not an accident

you are not worthless you are here for a

reason you are worth it

keep breathing and don't stop believing

neutral affirmations

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it only doesn't make sense

until it does then it becomes

clichéd

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the calender reminds me it's monday again

this is going to be a happy poem because

all of my other ones are neutral you read them

and feel your own emotions but this poem

i'm telling you is a happy poem so don't be

afraid to let your face do that awkward thing

where the corners of your mouth spread and

sometimes your teeth show and your nose

crinkles a bit and the corners of your eyes

wrinkle it's okay this is a happy poem

reminding you that it's monday and it's okay to

smile

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he is risen