Coming Home

I feel you pulling in a direction unknown,
My mind chaotically sprinting,
Only when it comes to you,
Spring, fall, winter, summer,
Six months, twelve countries,
Disoriented as hell,
Overwhelmingly bursting with thought, ideas, inspiration,
Anticipation is poisoning me,
My bladder is about to explode,
A new moon now,
But I must wait for it to be full to see it with you,
I'm tired,
And ready for your arms,
Will you like the changes I've made?
Will I like the changes you've made?
Time is spacious,
Love is opaque,
Money is relative,
Nature is forever,
The trees have never looked so beautiful,
The wine has never tasted so sweet,
But I long for you,
Is it in vain?
Sleep escapes me,
I fear the hair fracture I imposed,
Will grow to a fatal break,
Before I am able to cast it,
And kiss it well,
Three weeks before our lips will meet,
And I can't seem to take a deep breath,
I knew from the moment we met,
It would be easy,
But I always seem to make it difficult,
Now you are so distracted,
I don't even know if you are there,
Do you resent me?
I'm coming home,
Is it too late?
I pray not,
For my dreams are heavy,
In breath, effort, and reward,
I smell your knowledge,
I love your acceptance,
I hope to mirror your strength,
And heal the destruction I've burdened it,
I love you and I can't wait to see you,
I am coming home baby,
I am coming home to you.


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Our Time

Happiness so pure, it flows,
Tears so thick, the clarity is hard to see through,
Pink backs and yellow scales,
Brown water and green everywhere,
Blood passed as initiation,
The symbiosis is appreciated,
The respect is profound,
The inspiration is a ring of fire,
That grows with dancing,
And the chanting of birds that swim through the love disguised as wind,
Wind which sings with colors incapable of duplication as perfect as a drop of water,
Mother is king and queen, and all that matters,
I just wish to be a part of it,
And maybe one with it,
A feat as steep as the cliffs that house the parrots that rule the sky,
A feat as hot as the lavas that scrape the volcanoes which rule the land,
A feat as demanding as lungs for white air that rule a human life,
Man is blind,
Blind as eyes wide open with calased cartiacs impairing all and dreaming for sight,
Phacoimulsification of judgment,
Of comfort,
Of indulgence and ignorance is necessary,
The ring of the fire is complete and surrounding,
Reassuring in its immersion,
Mirroring our much needed effort,
Emulating our required devotion,
Exposing our disposed pomegranate of attempts,
Like a kiss from a mistress,
Man tiptoes in after curfew,
I hope, pray, believe we still have time,
Time to be honest animals,
And pay our debts to the oceans,
I feel the drumming within me,
Melodically getting faster,
It's time to join the fight,
Sharpen my arrows and collect poison from our frogs,
It's time to join arms and polish my words,
It's time to succumb to the sun and harbor its warmth,
It's time to jump in front of the herd and diverge,
Diverge to simplicity,
Diverge to the stressless plains,
Diverge to where the horses roamed and buffalo lived,
It's time to learn from hieroglyphics and myths,
It's time to listen to our brothers and sisters,
It's time for man to be good again,
It's time,
It is our time,
And I am restless and ready,
To make it our time,
Our time to fix our mistakes and clean up all the liter,
It is time,
It is our time,
To make things right,
To give the power back to Mother,
And walk into the sunset proudly, equally, and rightfully runner up,
A silver medal shared with the snakes, ravens and sharks,
It is time,
It is our time,
To happily release the reins and join the higher society of the indigenous,
It is time,
It is our time,
To drop our guns,
Pick up our moccasins,
Take a deep breath,
And enjoy the peyote of life as it should be lived,
It is time to make change and caterpillar into one with the earth, once again.


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