Raw and Unpolished

Genetic Transference
There is this notion,
They call it family these days. These,
People who are like us, but
Really nothing in the same.
My family judges, quickly, first to remark on the bad luck of another.
Last by my side to catch me as I fall.
I am quick to their side when the universe,
The universe decides to take someone away.
I am not them. I am not just someone.
I am the one who drops it all to catch,
Someone, anyone, no matter who,
Before they collide with the floor.
I see the need for love these days,
Those things we titled family. It’s
Just a labeled genetic transference.
Your family is there, by your side, until the moment you collide
With their arms and their strength, never letting you
Crash against the rubble
the universe leaves behind.

The Desire of Time and Space
I am the one people saw ages in.
I am young, I am free to do the things us young kids do.
But I feel this pull of desire to show others there is no one to tell you what is your age.
You live for the moment. You should feel what is in your soul, and
If a song hits you, move.
I don’t care what all the others do. The music connects with your spirit,
Wrapping its beauty and chaos and moving it
With every beat.
Feel it.
As it takes over your soul and connects your body with motions.
Take them. Allow yourself to go with your inner activity.
Don’t look around. Don’t wonder what they think.
Live.
This moment is rare. If you catch this capitulation
If you notice it in time
Let it take you, because when it takes you
You will never be the same.
Music is beauty of collision between body and soul.
The release of fear of the unknown you have locked within you.
You are the only one who is aware of this moment,
This movement, this desire of time and space.
Live because your age does not matter.
These moments matter, the ones some many never discover.
Give up to being a loner.
Surrender to yourself, because alone you are an outcast.
Allow your old-soul to collide with you today and
Feel all the things you knew before.

Relationshits
Love.
It lets you feel these passions,
This intense overflow of sensations.
You become raw, real, skin and bones.
Your heart is exposed, and still beating.
You trust them as they touch your skin.
You allow them to look into your eyes and
Expose your soul.

Nervous.
Because you don’t really know the future.
I am going to spend the rest of my life with you.
I’ve heard that before.
You promised. You lied.
You are everything I feared.
Trust, what is that?
How did they develop a 5 letter word
To explain darkness,
The unknown.
It’s like closing your eyes and leaning
Hoping that your partner is going to catch you when you fall.

Desire.
I am closing my eyes.
I will fall into you.
If are not there when I take that final leap.
Trust still remains, for the next real man I meet.
You were just a fraud.

Running Towards the Light
I want to die.
I feel the dark cave calling my name.
The idea that the universe doesn’t expect me to survive.
I will fight. Tooth and nail to run,
Hide. Never look into the eyes of giving up.
I am not that person. I was once
I tried a few times.
I will run faster, harder, quicker.
I dart into an alley. It is dark.
I don’t like the dark. I jump the fence make my way
To the park.
There are children here who smile, play.
There is sun here it warming my skin. I see hope again.
I turn and look despair in the eyese and I say
You will not take me. I am strong.
I have to live. I will have kids. I will make a family.
I will save others who see you. And when
They are afraid to face you.
I will hold their hand and together
We will laugh in your face
Because my life is worth more than
Nothing.
You are the nothing. The idea that you live within me
I take one day, one step, one second at a time.
I will continue to see you in the past,
Because you are not welcome in my future.

Millionaires Advance
We are so damn luck.
Don’t you get that.
If you are reading this right now
You have something.
Your some things are probably more than the bum
On the corner.
You just pass him.
Maybe even laugh,
He is scum to those who can afford this.
Maybe once upon a time he was you.
Bad things happen to good people.
If you just pass him
Without a second glance
Your just as bad as the millionaire
Looking for an advance.

I Feel Giving
I feel sometimes,
Like I am the only one.
Everyone is moving, Seeming as if they know where they are going.
But I stop.
Pull over, grab a bag from my trunk.
Walk.
I cross the street, to the man holding his
I’m Hungry sign.
And I offer with as much grace and compassion,
For a grown man to take
Food from my hands.
I could feel you grandma at this moment.
Better yet I always can.
You have made me unique,
And I want things not only for me but the man
On the corner.
Every single person I see.
I feel the wind blowing around me.
It feels like your arms are wrapping around me,
You are always here, always will be.
In me.

Seedling
I am the black seed.
The member of the family,
They when they see me they ask how they even know me.
I am a shining light,
The only one in the family
Building houses for the poor
I am their deepest grief.
I admit flaws and joined a program.
They are my family.
They are my unknown.
Why don’t they feel with their hearts.
The way I do?
Why do they hoard their money for themselves.
How is it your family when they don’t want to save someone else.

Spring
I believe in the rain,
That it comes to cleanse the world of the excess baggage.
It gives the illusion of clarity.
As you listen to the drops.
It’s stories of the world, mother nature.
Births and deaths.
Hammers and axes.
The rise and fall of ecosystems.
She is talking to us.
Do you stop and listen.
Do you respect all the things she gives us.
She is just refreshing.
Rinsing off the scum and allowing herself to be clean again.
Do you stop and thank her.
Or do just trash her.
Leave her to die.
Complain that she’s being cold.
If only you would put your ear to ground
And listen
And hear
She breaths like us.
She needs air to nurture the young.
Stop suffocating her.
Stop and think.
Stop and thank.