Silence

I enjoy silence, 
it reaches toward me 
              sprawling like oak trees
              I glare at wind when it 
              rustles leaves from my 
              favorite branches 
Ear pollution
I tiptoe over dead leaves as
they deafen 
similar to World Wars
Once I enter my front door
I can no longer hear 
over the blue wallpaper and
non-existent photos not hanging
from nails throughout the house
             There is a fire in the middle 
             of our room, 
             flames rise from twigs, branches
             of my favorite oak 
I fall asleep facing the wall,
my back radiating from it’s heat


"A hundred years ago they used to put on a white sheet and use a bloodhound against Negroes. Today they have taken off the white sheet and put on police uniforms and traded in the bloodhounds for police dogs, and they’re still doing the same thing.”
—  Malcolm X 

"A hundred years ago they used to put on a white sheet and use a bloodhound against Negroes. Today they have taken off the white sheet and put on police uniforms and traded in the bloodhounds for police dogs, and they’re still doing the same thing.”

Malcolm X 

(Source: america-wakiewakie)

darvinasafo:

#FERGUSON protestor returns tear gas canister back to sender…

This is Amerikkka 2014

ICONIC

darvinasafo:

#FERGUSON protestor returns tear gas canister back to sender…

This is Amerikkka 2014

ICONIC

Emerald City

we operate on
borrowed time,
watching hyper
second hands rest
between 
the low hum of
late night infomercials,
hiding from the minutes 
braving every unheard
shitty thought 
resonating 
our heads, you
just dream of
bottling the
breath of past lovers,
sitting in jars 
collecting dust atop
moonlit window sills
for the 
late night kids
to see.
The Victorian 
boys on Green street
yearning 
at your doorstep
Should’ve noticed 
Emerald City 
waiting dressed down
in her skyline illumination, 
eyeliner singing everyone’s 
favorite midnight hues
black, gray,
dark blue.
You waltz down her 
alleys 
remembering 
what it’s like
to feel with a 
broken heart again,
Reminding me
our
biggest burden
we’d bear 
is
forgetting
to care

We Love Like Airports

We love like airports
Seeing all off,
admiring arrivals crowded 
around baggage claim
       Terminal one
contains ghosts of pain,
replaying occurrences in a      circular 
motion such as the radar
atop me 
They have no luggage 
to check,
no carry ons 
       Terminal two 
is full
of windows
lined with eyes scanning
for faces amongst    meteors     and
lightning
       Terminal three 
consists merely of
dust 
moving through rays of sun
during Winter months

       Terminal five 
is where we           depart
You cut through clouds with birds,
touching stars long thought to
       be dead


“You’re only given one little spark of madness. You mustn’t lose it."  - Robin Williams [July 29th 1951 - August 11th 2014]


Friends, if things are ever that dire and you feel that the finiteness of death is your only option, please just talk to someone, anyone; an ear can be the best remedy. If any of you get near that point, no matter how close of friends we are, you can always stop by or call. I’m always up, my door is always open. There’s more ways out than the end. You are loved.

You’re only given one little spark of madness. You mustn’t lose it."
Robin Williams
[July 29th 1951 - August 11th 2014]

Friends, if things are ever that dire and you feel that the finiteness of death is your only option, please just talk to someone, anyone; an ear can be the best remedy. If any of you get near that point, no matter how close of friends we are, you can always stop by or call. I’m always up, my door is always open. There’s more ways out than the end. You are loved.

(Source: peterhale)

Water

Water is tasteless,
        odorless,
               transparent,
                       colorless
Yet we need it
to survive
Such is life