My Manifesto

Let it be now.
That I would not trust in anything that fades, but trust in You and You alone.
That we would walk hand in hand, as daughter and father,
as friends, as lover.
That I would see You in it all,
even the shattered and broken.
That I would never be comfortable
never stop asking questions,
never stop pondering life,
never stop writing.
That I would give, that I would grasp nothing,
that I would let my heart bleed and not be afraid.
That you would keep me guessing, bring on the mystery,
the intensity, the adventure.
That you would make me mobile like the wind,
faceless like a ghost, and fragrant as jasmine.
That I would share in your glory and suffering,
see the beggar on the street as my brother,
and the made up televangelists wife as my sister.
That you would give me the courage to walk out what
you have showed me creatively and confidently,
never stop speaking truth, put a name on the face of love.
That our hearts would be knit into one.
That my blood would flow with your grace.
That I would tear down the pedestals and political agendas,
religious ideas and caste systems.
That love would be all that compels me.
That you would open my eyes to see the counterfeit contentment
in dollar signs and advertisements
That I would shut out the voices that tell me I will be happy when_____.
That you would teach me to live in the NOW.
Breathe in every moment.
Give all I have.
That I would disappear and let You take my place.
That I would dance like a four year old,
trust like a newborn,
and speak with the wisdom of a gray-haired grandma.
That I would never put my dreams and desires before knowing You.
That I would never think I have it all figured out.
That I would stop trying to figure myself out.
That you would speak in media and children, in oceans and buildings,
in the laughing eyes of a Chinese man and the convicting words of an American preacher.
That my ears would be always open,
my heart always ready to obey
and my hands always ready for action.
This is it. Now. Fear no longer owns me.
Nothing is holding me back.
I am falling face first into you and all that you have for me.
I will open my mouth, taste the living waters, breathe in deep
and drown,
that I may die
and find true life in you.

Tattered White Flag

my muscles are weakened by atrophy
yet this is the most hopeful catastrophe
I cant fight anymore
now hands are feeble like a newborns
barely grabbing your thumb
instead of gripping a gun
cause I am done fighting you
done trying to stake claim over fields of my heart
I never owned in the first place
the soils dry but in time it will soften with rain
that falls from my own suffering and pain
the bloody battles finally over
I stake a white flag in the ground and surrender
cause these lands have been occupied by rapists and thieves
disguised as gentlemen and royalty
but you, you fought violently for me
to bring back peace for the sake of peace
to bring back freedom so I could be free
the wind is stirring up scents of new things
it rustles the tattered white flag gently
Whats gonna happen next, I dont know
but I know from these blood stained fields
flowers and gonna grow

Rage Against The Bondage

There’s a rebellion necessary for life.
A gripping, gritty, bloody freedom to fight for.
(it’s mess)
Yet, it isn’t in the sense of fighting the world has.
In hate, in division, in brutality.
This is the fight of a pine tree to push its way out of the ground.
This is the fight of a baby to get out of the womb, to breathe his first breath.
(it’s nothing but neat)
We must embrace this rebellion: the push, the fight, the difficulty, even the rage.
Yet, this isn’t the rage of the world:
Rage In selfishness, in bitterness, in pain.
This is the turning of the tables, the screaming of the truth, the standing in a silent infiltrating rage,
Of refusing to be moved, to be shaken, to be wrapped in shackles once again.
This is the kicking down of brothel doors, the holding a lepers hand and refusing to let go, the singing hopeful songs in the darkness.
This is the rage of refusing to be in bondage, of refusing to see your brothers and sisters in bondage.
This is the spark in the eye of our Lord, our freedom fighter, our passionate lover who in rage against our bondage, bled till He was an unrecognizable mess, knocked out death with one blow,
So now He rebels against the system of this world, gives us our first breath, shouts on behalf of us, sings over us, stands for us, ripping off chains with His bear hands so He could hold ours,

Because He has to have us.

Screaming Of This Hour

There's no stopping it now.
Rushing
Ripping
Tearing fiber
Shredding steel machines
Digging bulldozing ravaging
Stripping to the soft center
the molten lava
Flowing, burning all it touches
Sinking deep into steaming red soup
Choking one spoonful at a time
Healing, multiplying white blood cells
Magnifying, seeing body rebuild
Strengthening, life flushed into a face once pale as snow
Storming, pure white blizzard
Piling, drifts higher that houses
Melting, green shoots fighting
Pushing to survive, to grow, to soak the sun
Shining, brilliant blazes,
Scorching, burning dry desert sand storms
Choking, taste of dirt.
Calming, still.
Dripping, rain water floods.
Can you see it?
Magnificent
Microscopic
Outer space
Quantum energy
DNA
Cosmic
Radioactive
Nuclear
Extra terrestrial
Biological
In the bleeding, breathing, conceiving
Construction, Destruction- resurrection
Lily pads, Tsunamis, Eyelids and embryos
Telephone polls, tadpoles and radios
All created power
All organic material
Screaming of this hour
Massive and overwhelming
Minuscule and barely seeing
Monday to Sunday
Kentucky to Canberra
Black, yellow blue
Red moon, dead sea
Can you see it?
Love driven
Life giving
Tearing to build
Dying to live
There's no stopping it now.

The Minority

I am the minority.

Not in race or sex or social status.

Not in outward apperence, intelligence or talent.

But, I am the minority. I am the few, the one in fifty that sees the reality of the world around me.

I see through your lies, I see past your eyes into the soul of humanity.

Stinking, rotting, dismembered humanity.

I am the minority because I am a walking light, I am the salt, I am the alive, the breathing, walking among a field of corpses.

I am the minority because I see what others do not.

I see colors others don't know exist.

I hear sounds others cannot hear.

I know what others do not know.

I know the answers to questions the majority asks.

I see past facades and fairytales, beyond bandaged wounds and covered up crimes.

I am aware, awake, and active.

I am the minority, and I am willing to be the minority even if it means being hated, ridiculed or slain by the majority.

I am the minority.

Everything Will Change

Tonight I said good bye to you in the park on a picnic table.

I wanted to run away, and I wanted you to hold me at the same time.

But I know in my heart, we could never be.

Now, I am starting over.

Now, my life is never gonna be the same.

Tomorrow, I am getting on an airplane, and everything will change.

Tonight, I cried and laughed and remembered times that have come and gone.

I wanted to hold on to them, take snapshots of these people that I hold in my heart,

But I know I need to let go and make room

Now, I am starting over.

Now my life is never gonna be the same

Tomorrow, I am getting on an airplane and everything will change.

Tonight, adventure is calling me, in a voice that was once muffled.

I need to answer it, I need to go.

I need to see the world.

I am running out of words

Or maybe I am just beginning.

Cause now I am starting over

Now my life is never gonna be the same

Tomorrow, I am getting on an airplane, and everything will change.

Dizzying Carousal

Somehow, beyond this crumbling garden wall

we see the world through the same colored lens

You laugh like a child and I spin in circles till I fall into the earth

I am falling into you and I am not afraid anymore.

You say that life’s a musical and I know I can’t dance

but I am not longer paralyzed

On opposite sides of the carousal, I can’t see you

nor hear your voice above the daunting melody

When will the ride end?

Questions fade when piercing blue destroys every sensible notion

I have forgotten how to exhale

You’re a mystery with one missing clue

Someday the sun will rise just like any day

and the clue will be whispered

and I’ll know

I’ll just know.

For now, I content myself to play this game of make believe

where you rewrite the cranial script and unwind the plot

until the happy ending is resolved

and like the lightening striking at that moment when

We have pushed aside all wonder and awe, we make sense.