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9/30 Long Live The Queen

I learned the definition of fierce today, To allow all of your whole body to become display,Elaborate ritual of sprayed hair and explicit color And cheetah print inside of fishnets. To say, "This is who I am when I am not interested in being myself, When the myself that I am looks better in green lashes and heels," This is when to vogue. Betta werk like the the stage is a hot plate And you slicka then sizzling oil, you are smooth gurl. It takes alot of taped up balls to hold that much confidence In your twerking hips. Slaying every dam motha- In the crowd with your Shimmy, two step, shimmy, slit, belly roll, all eyes surrender to the hips that say "We are truth, we are whats real" A vanity of chest pried open spilling glitter shimmering to the stage, The most florescent shade of blood Pride has to offer And we will talk about how this is not drag but The most fantastic I've seen in all of my boyhood. And we sing hale, And we sing hale, And we sing hale.

#napomo #30/30 #dragqeen #queer #poem #poetry

8/30 I Am That Bro

I am that bro in the tank-top. The one you see in Santa Cruz shades, slicked haired, and walking with a strut that says sleeves aren't good enough for this body. Yes, I am that guy. Urban dictionary defines bro as thee obnoxious party male who are often seen at college parties, usually standing around holding red plastic cups waiting for something exciting to happen so they can scream something that demonstrates how much they enjoy partying. That answer pretty much makes the last cup of beer pong. How on some days the first words to belch out of my mouth are "bruh" or "dude" or "Cool story, come at me bro, do you even lift." Screamed out like a back alley vomit trying to keep down all this fermented stereotype, I've spent so much time fighting my being. But I am that bro going to class in his Nike cross fits like a gold metal for the collection of supplement pills that could make any geriatrics's cabinet look like a first aid kit. Spend time in the gym like I got a final in bicep curls the next day for my major in narcissism (Yes, I care about myself.) How one more rep and one more drink only equals competition, I am always competing, even when there is no prize just pride to dangle, with a metallic glisten, from my neck. Yes, I am that guy. Will still catch myself in full gawk of women and men, staring in to places they never asked my eyes for. As if barking cat calls through retina will make my eyes less puppy then dog. Calling family into males I am close to because all us men want to do is be close to each other. A family tree running liner stretched out into forever. Maybe we are this way because some of are rooted to fathers who victoriously live through the branches of their sons penises. This is the way, this part of who I am chooses to be close to one another. I am not saying this is unfaulted, I am not saying we are all perfect but when you become brothers with somebody you can't help but care for family.

#Napomo #bro #poem #30/30 #self love #poetry #masculenity

7/30 A Live Rant With Kelly and Micheal

Ugh! What time is it? Do they know what time it is? Where can I get a coffee cup with name labeled for the country to see? Am I being cynical because I envy their caffeinated smiles? How much botox do I need to smile like that? How bright is the UV glaring off their teeth? Where do you get so much energy so early? How hard is it to ask the important questions? "How do you pick what dress to wear? How hard was it to find a seat at the Oscars? Did you meet all the people, who us That glorify a illuminated rectangle Can only hope to meet, In the city we can only hope to be?" Is this what they call "House Wife" television? Can I call it "No Morning Classes" television? Where do I sign up to be a house-husband? If I promise 3 square meals and Laundry and A clean house, Would some one let me get use to this? Is that a option because I could get use to this? Would you brew a light roast and sit with me after for the view, Because I could really get use to this?

#Rant #napomo #poem #kellyandmicheal #nocoffeeyet

6/30 2 AM

2 AM doesn’t really feel like 2 AM when doing homework,

It tends to feel like 3 AM

Or 5 AM

Or the 4 hours of sleep from the night before

Or 2 hours past ‘why the hell am I still up staring at pages barely being retained,

Typing assignments overflowing from last week

Or the 19th hour of eyes glued wide open,

When the entire morning was spent in lock-jaw with bed sheets

Resisting the 8 hour fight with the 9 to 5

Or being joined in welcoming insomnia by another

Sharing in sleep deprivation

While attempting to coax them with sleeping pills

Just to have the peace of a sleeping house,

How the only time this place isn’t restless is at 2 AM.

Or the break taken for strained eyes

So instead write a poem when there is nothing poetic about this ungodly hour,

Everything, now, bleeds into each other

And coagulates as a pool of thickening consciousness;

There is no underlying meaning or theme now,

Everything is straightforward, this tired.

Or Every black line and crossed out mark

On this paper, that is not seen,

Because thinking doesn’t come easy at this time

So spend an hour writing three poems for this one,

Spend an hour pushing all other work back

Into the sleep that will not come sooner,

That will not be longer,

Time doesn’t work like that.

Or every person in the morning

Who does not know the struggle of resisting to shout in their face

And curl up into a ball and rest

But instead say “excuse me, I’m tired today”

But instead take a minute to absorb a dark roast,

Exhale, then kindly look up and say “Thank You”

Or maybe 2 AM just looks like 2 AM,

Like everything it’s not wanted to be,

Like the opposite of the ambition from 4 hours ago when accepting this,

When all 2 AM is desired to be is passing.

5/30 A Pyros Prayer

Wood you look so tender today, So constructed and aligned. Planked out over dangerous waters below me. A pyros worst enemy is all that which extinguishes, How wonderful it would be to see you on fire, To not worry if my next step will be my last. Wondering if this connection is even stable. Whether this is your fault for falling apart Or my fault for never repairing, It still does not change How weak the wood under me has become. If at any moment asking for your support Will I fall through and drowned Or become so fearful Of making it to the other side and admit This crossing has been safe all along, That I've always had a fear of drowning. OH bridge I am still deciding if to burn How wonderful you would look in flames today.

#NaPoMo #poem #poerty #spilled ink #pyro #burning #bridge

4/30 My Beard

(after Desireé Dallagiacomo- Thighs)

My Bears is hairy. My Beard is thick in all the right places.My Beard is Castro St. bear in full effect. My Beard is a forest of black redwoods, It will not offer its-self as lumber. My Beard jacks-up razors. My Beard is often a result of me refusing to pay Gillette's high prices which can only be considered as facial-prejudice. My Beard hates disposables, Hates electric razor, Hates Nair For Men. My Beard got so upset the time I got it threaded It cut the Women-Who-Tried-To-Rip-It-Out's lip. My Beard likes to call it self Spartain And when ever questioned about its color will motion to kick you square in the chest and shout, "THIS ISN'T ROGGAAAAAIIINNEE!" My Beard wants to challenge your beard to a wrestling match In the hopes our beards become so entangled they become one giant beard Or even better, Siamese beards joined at the chin. My Beard once met the beard of the Most Interesting Man in the World, He now goes by John. My Beard doesn't always drink beer But when it does will hog all the foam. My Beard is a whiskey stained, crumb filled, coffee encrusted mess. My Beard will always save some for later. My Beard comes from a long line of facial hair, My father is two handle bars gripped tight around his lips; It has never seen a hairless grandfather. Like the one who's look falls somewhere in between the Puerto Rican versions of Gandolf the Great or Santa Clause. My Beard is because my father worked 3 jobs all my life to support his family, So didn't have the time to teach me to shave. My Beard is resiliency even when I am cut down And struggling, When I am stubble gowning back into potential. When manhood is more then I wish to bear. Most days, my beard is just a cover for the masculine I do not have, Life facial hair can lie a man onto the boy I am still learning to grow out of. Covering up all the smooth and youth of my face is my way of saying I am still rough around the edges. Often misplacing responsibility and blame on other people. Trying to hide behind this beard, like I did my mother legs, From the reality that though adult I am still searching for manhood. I am still the pubescent adolescent counting the spirals poking out between his legs. Because growing up has never been easy, Because I am learning to accept this face All scared and stern and man I want it to be. My Beard is a soft voice whispering to me You are, You can, You always will be.

#NaMoPo #30/30 #4/30 #poem #poetry #spilled ink #beards #beard #manhood

3/30 How I Love The Body

This is a special kind of self-love. This is loving the body Before you know what the body can offer. Loving yourself during transformation. This is not the only way to love a body well, Just the way I choose too. Here I learn meditate in slow breath and heavy panting, I learn to control the limits of my body,I learn to accept my body for all its faults And all the growth there is room for. When the weight becomes far more then I can bear, My legs will tell me they don't want to go any farther, My thought will shout it can not. This is when the spirit takes over And the heart begins to pump. This is when the small rebellion inside fights its overwhelming adversary. The gym is where I learn to love my body Beyond my bodies limits, Whatever condition I am in. We all come here raw and natural; All shapes and colors and backgrounds. The body does not claim denomination here. I am more then just the numbers on the weights. I am more then just the numbers on the scale. I once saw a man on T.V. who hated his body so much He injected until is flesh expanded to the point his skin Could not contain his muscle, His fist's could not contain his anger. The first person who ever taught me how to love myself in this fashion, Taught me of perseverance, Of heart, Of the long road we will always be traveling And how in all ways we deserve our best efforts. How this transcends into everything we do. Loving the body is a lot like loving the gym, Is a lot like loving writing, Is a lot like loving anything we do. I have accepted that these things may not always love me back But deserve everything I have to offer. Having a taste for Iron and sweat is only part of my process.

#NaPoMo #30/30 #3/30 #poem #poetry #spilled ink #self love #gym

2/30 To The Traveler

Traveler you journey is not easy.Home will not feel like home when You spend so much time away from it. Finding comfort in the road, In the distance. I've spent countless nights tracing the 280 HWY, Asphalt stretched out like the veins crawling up hands. A time line lays down in front of me, Resembling 2 hours of my day; Time resembling the destination far ahead. How time often resembles the places we trade it for An opportunity, an education, A place to lay down and call your own. To the traveler, though not easy, Your journey is very nessisary It is the one you chose. Where end points become new beginnings.

#NaMoPo #travel #traveling #poetry #poem #bayarea

1/30 10 reason to be a Poke-Master

"I want to be the very best, like no one ever was,To catch them is my real test, to train them is my cause!" 10 reasons to be a Poke-Master: 1. Google will give you a job Nothing is more reassuring After getting second degree burns from your Charmander Then knowing you have health insurance. 2.Their are parts of this world you have never seen before, Where the legendary live: Machu Picchu, Everist, Grand Canyon, Italy, Rome, San Francisco. And when people ask if you are traveling for buisness Or for pleasure The proper response will be for Pokemon. 3. Cats suck, dogs are stupid, you can't pet a fish But a Pokemon is a lifelong friendship. 4. Micheal Vick should have gotten Pokemon. 5.Chicks dig Jiggly Puffs. 6. I once heard a snore lax sleeping in the room next to me But instead of grabbing my Poke-flute to wake him Grabbed the Poke-ball I got from Burger King when I was 7. Threw it at his face Only to have him get up screaming and growling, Realized after it was my father. He told me to stop acting like a child, I told him to stop acting like a Pokemon. 7. You, Like me, have been training for this since you were 6. Every red version, blue version, yellow version, Gold, silver, crystal, saphire, ruby, emeraled, diamond, pearl and platinum Have all been training guides for you to go out and Live your destiny. 8. You know some where deep inside NASA is just a government ploy to find Mew and Mewtwo. 9.If you can't afford a bike, car, or moped so teaching somebody to fly, surf, or teleport would drastically change the morning commute. 10. Pokemon is a communal thing, the poke-world is our world. We aren't pitted against one another, The battle is meant for one another. We spar to push each other to evolve into something greater then what we are now, A culture of progressive. It has always been "you teach me and ill teach you, Pokemon" is how we succeed.

#pokemon #spilled ink #NaPoMo #poetry #Poems

Twerking as a Radical Form of Healing by Danez Smith

"Go down knowing there is still a sky to rise towards, Give your scars to the strobe lights, Let them bath you in lightning, Wait for what ever kind of salvation a basement brings, Twerk!"

#Twerk #poem #slam poem #poetry #Danez Smith #spoken word #twerking #healing

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A while ago, I penned a fairly angry response to something circulating on the internet – the 21 Habits of Happy People. It pissed me off beyond belief, that there was an inference that if you weren’t Happy, you simply weren’t doing the right things.

I’ve had depression for as long as I can...

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Throwing it back a bit. Happy Monday.

"I burn 7 day candles that burn into 12 inch circle on my mantel, And spin funk like myrrh, *Pffff pf pf OHMMM* And I can fade worlds out with my mixing patterns, Letting the earth spin as I blends in Saturn, N**gas be like spinning windmills braiding hair, Locking poppen as the sonic force of the soul keeps the planets rockin, The beat dont stop when souless matter flows into the cosmos trying to be stars, The beat dont stop when eathens out satellites to spy on saturnites and control mars, Because N**gas got a peace treaty with martians, And we be keeping them up today with sacred gibberish like, Shonuff and its on, The beat goes on, The beat goes on, The beat goes *OHMMM*

#Saul Williams #Spoken Word #Slam #Poetry #Om #Hip hop

"Oh America, What a tangled web they’ve woven, Drowned in their own democracy, Tried to choke us ignorant, And slave Keep us closer to the apes then the angels, Had us down for the count, In the booth, In the back, In the corner, In the dark, But Marian Robinson ain’t raised no fool, South side of Chicago ain’t raised no fool…”

#poetry #slam poetry #spoken word #Imani Cezanne #Deff poetry #art #performance #michelle obama #opression

The mirrors of society do not mirror society.

Anna Deavere Smith

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I would rather be known as an average writer or even a pretty bad writer, than not be known as a writer at all.

Beant (Infiniti)

If you study at San Francisco state university a writing opportunity.

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I can’t afford to hate anyone. I don’t have that kind of time.

Akira Kurosawa, Iriku (via aquietjoy)

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