The invitation

I don’t understand not treating someone the way you want to be treated

I don’t understand the lack of compassion and love

I don’t understand hating someone so much

You wish harm or death upon them

I don’t understand why it continues this way

For some people

I do understand maturity

I do understand letting go

Of illusions we were conditioned to believe 

Of truths that were really a perversion of reality

I do understand evolution

And all other spiritual

And scientific

Explanations

But we keep saying all this

In an effort to plant seeds in some 

And wake others up

Through word and action we invite

The door is always open

The journey can be as easy as you make it

Sometimes

But always rewarding

In the end

Wake up to love and accept the invitation 

All your friends are here 

What he said to me

He said he likes the way my mouth curls when I’m pleasantly in thought 

The way the embers in my eyes come back

Yet harbor a distant glow

There isn’t much to redirect

Sometimes I go down rabbit holes

But it’s all the same to him

He wouldn’t be here otherwise

Grief

We grieve for those who do not understand

We grieve for their potential

We see the sadness

The vacancy

The suffering in their eyes

As they walk the path of ego

Dare we step into the light for them

And show them what we’ve learned

Can we be the teaching in a way they accept

As truth

Through form

We grieve for those who’ve laid to rest

Before they’ve woken up

The very same who told us to fight

Have all but given up

Our grieving can be felt

And reciprocated 

Thrice the world over

We want the rest to come along

We have no need for soldiers

For we are truth 

And truth is we

Not to be denied

Hand in hand

Arm in arm

No longer will we hide 

Back

I’ve seen the beauty

And the ugliness

Of humanity

I’ve wandered away from myself

I allowed myself to get lost in the vast expanse

Of illusion 

What I thought 

Didn’t matter

What I did

Wasn’t good enough

Who I was

Well

Who was I

I’m getting back to that

Back to the real me 

My true Self

The detour was needed

But I prefer peace

What we’re told

We don’t try to rehabilitate

We don’t try to educate

We don’t try to do better

We just do what we’re told will make us successful

We just do what we’re told

Life student

I am a life student

Learning excites me

I only get bored if I have to repeat something I already know

But then

I learn more

Still work to be done

I was born at the beginning of the AIDS epidemic

Trans folk were vilified

You could smoke in malls

I grew up in the during the birth of the internet

Pedro opened a whole lot of people’s eyes

So did Rodney King 

I’m living in the 21st century and we still don’t have 

Flying cars

Or a council of elders

Or world peace

Things we were promised

Things we worked so hard for

Forced to endure the oppression 

And erasure

From one specific group

The gold standard for all of us

Every nation has one

The perceived superiors 

And every nation has those of us

Who will work against the self made personalities

Of destruction

For equality

For love

We cannot be erased 

There are more of us than there are of them

Partners

I know that I know nothing

So teach me

Educate me 

Help me transcend my beliefs 

Beliefs I’ve held onto

Unnecessarily 

For far to long

Help me understand that it’s okay to let go

To wake up

To rise above fear

Save space for me when I feel like I’m losing mind

Set me free if you evolve faster

I’ll catch up

State of the union

And now it’s here

The time we’ve waited months for

Warm summer nights

Where we can sleep naked 

With the windows open

The world smells alive again

Fresh

Green

The sun kisses our skin until it blushes

And for a moment

We forgot what snow was

Did we have an early spring this year

Was the groundhog right

All anyone seems to know right now is 

Suffering

I am not

I am not center, left, or right

I am not he or she

I am not then or soon

I am not maybe

I am not fear or hate

I am not judgement

I am not all knowing

I am not complex

I am not intimidated 

I am not religious

I am not rules and regulations

I am not less than

I am not not whole

Chunky

I’m fortunate to know life before the internet

Where words like vintage, retro, and classic have sentiment

I’m fortunate to know life after its creation

Where new school becomes old school

There’s so much inspiration

I’m fortunate the wars I’ve seen aren’t like the past

Even though I’m pretty sure I still grew up to fast

Our fear of one another ain’t as strong as it once was

More of us can be ourselves and encourage everyone

With one foot in the matrix and the other on the earth

I open my arms wide to accept the universe

I’m fortunate to know life in all the ways I do

This bond of oneness then increases between me and you

Intravenous expressions

Intravenous expressions of you

Plague me to my core

What reminds me to

Detach

Is my

Desire

To let things evolve

But I keep wondering

Are you seeing 

Someone

Are we ready for this

Mature

For this

What

Is

This

I run my fingers through my hair which I wish was yours

I allow myself to be encapsulated

Do I

By your iridescent eyes

Light

All I really wish to have one day is the strength to say

To you

I

Love you

Reliable

Does it make you happy that I’m not around

That I just faded into the abyss

Do you even notice I’m gone

Left you to it while I tried

Kept trying

Then tried some more

Do you think I’m foolish for trying

For loving you

I accept my insecurities 

And work to better myself

What about you

Where are you

Still in the same place

Same space

Same frame of mind

Everyone else has a problem 

And it’s not you

Yet I was there for you

When you needed someone

Your angel

Your light

Yes I understand

Yes that makes sense

No

I just wanna be friends

I’m not looking for a relationship

Right now

Games

Round and round

Being honest and vulnerable scares you

But

That’s home to me

I’m not sorry

Not sad

No judgement or regret

I’m grateful you allowed me to love you

For that moment

For what it’s worth