horizon

this jealousy is hella crippling, especially when directed at a lover so special
evermore rendering, loading, like a slow modem with no stronghold
hard to realize, like trying to build a skyhigh totem pole
signifying my mind on its imminent decline

i'm mulling over old memories, searching for a surface to punch a hole in
coming up for air, like i'm deep diving with no scuba gear
so much pressure in between my ears
tell me, exactly how the fuck did i get down here???

can i overthrow this boulder perched on my shoulders
before i fall head over heels yet again, taking a bold nosedive?
i've got these Bose headphones on my dome as i type this
but these letters can't convey the plethora of words resonating in my brain
am i sentenced to an eternity of shame?
am i stuck paraphrasing paragraphs of the shit i really wanna say
earning the superlative of being the one most likely to blame?
is this supernova pending, waiting for an explosion to show its face?

it's only a matter of time, and the space between my temples pulsates as i pray
i pray i never slip up and let her know
i pray i can make my brainwaves propagate slower
i pray she won't grow to resent me, though it seems inevitable
while wading in this resounding, reverberating, vibrating pain

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growing pains, "pain" in bold, allowing enough strength to hold open the gateway
while waiting for a transformation
translating information, escalating from electrical impulses to impulsive exclamations
and i know old habits die hard but when they do they beget brand new habitats
though for now i'm cohabitating with a debilitating pain that shows no sign of lowering
posing for a photo, smiles abound
while thoughts roll out of bounds like a foul

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but i know my triumph is predicated, dormant until it starts budding like a sunrise rising on the horizon...

malicious intent

What names did each of the lands have before being referred to as "Africa"? I mean their Native names, what were the TRUE names?

What about "America"? The Aboriginals, what did they call these lands? What did the rituals look like?

The Symbiotic Bonds our Peoples had with the Earth, how did they initially manifest? How did we coalesce and enrapture and conjoin our existence with and within The Divinity?

Could we ever get that back?

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initiating invasion, desecrating our dwellings, incurring hell, bent on expelling those who mobilize to rebel

blatant excavation, radiating pain and expelling disease amongst our disabled nations, sidestepping environmental damage and brashly labelling ashes as a just collateral

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NO JUSTICE, NO PEACE

RESPECT EXISTENCE -- OR -- EXPECT RESISTANCE

ABORIGINAL/NATIVE LIVES MATTER



BLACK lives matter...

Black LIVES matter...

our Black lives, we matter...

we matter, too...