The smell of your cologne sticks to my skin,
Warm and spicy,
Musty,
Smeared in with our sweat,
A reminder of our cravings last night.
We watched the sunrise tinge the white sheets yellow,
Cradled between your legs,
My back against your chest,
I touched the skin on your calves,
You made a joke about how the bones in my neck stick out,
Like the demons from horror movies,
We both laughed, and it all felt so familiar.
It was in this moment I realized,
That this was more than just cravings.
We are visitors in this place and time, Visiting life forces given a responsibility, To make our mark on this earth, Not to leave a scar, but rather a beautiful tattoo of our existence, And although we tend to deviate, Allow oppression to permeate, There are some of us who take the step, Choose to break societal constructs designed to keep the people dead. You see, the devils are not under the earth, They do not hide in the bubbling, hot magma, They walk amongst us, in the form of greed, fear, hate. Oppression, poverty, and discrimination are their legacy. As sources of life, we are brought forth to restore order, To unlearn the doctrines and re-teach love, To re-create a world of happiness, freedom, and pure joy. Here to put an end to war and suffering, Here to bring back life in its purest form, A life of peace, love, and prosperity.
We are not meant to be soldiers, but rather teachers, We do not have all the answers, but we follow the callings of spirits,
Nelson Mandela, teacher, is back home. We thank you for your teachings, for you inspired a movement, you inspired change, You taught the gospel of love, and so you loved the world. We move forward in faith that your work has left a wondrous tattoo on this earth. And from that we draw strength.
Peace. Love. Happiness.
Thank you Tata.
You’re so big now,
And it makes me so proud,
When I think about, how,
We used to kick it in your bedroom,
Looking from the first floor
Time would pass, and we’d always beg for more.
See, you will understand that I found comfort in your insanity,
In your whirlwind, I found clarity,
You had one simple philosophy, and that was; “Be Happy”.
Be happy,
And that’s what you were,
You were happy,
You taught me how to let go,
How to be happy even when you know
The detention room is where you’re going to go
You were magic,
Bursts of energy, free spirit, characterized the free-born spirit you are.
You ignited my soul,
You inspired my whole, being,
With you was ecstasy.
And when you spoke my name, I swear my heart beat to the rhythm of our African forefathers’ drums.
Smiling before the breath escaping my lungs, with excitement,
I accepted you whole.
You had eyes that bore straight to my soul,
There was no method to your madness, but the madness was a method describing sanity.
Brown-skinned east African, you were beauty.
You’re so big now,
We drifted apart so quickly, it baffles me how,
I’m dying to speak to you,
And yet I fear rejection,
Two different paths we have taken,
Do our minds still share toys in the playpen?
I watched you jet off into the sunset,
Or rather you left me where the sun set the bronze color of your complexion,
And there I was longing for affection.
Your love was an infection, infecting my dreams, we can call it inception,
And without you, I lost my direction.
See when you walked out,
I lost more than a part of me,
I lost a reason to be,
The future, my eyes could no longer see,
I searched and searched for God, and yet the devil was all I could be,
But to you I held on,
To you, I held on,
And when you began to move on,
Dim became the light of a new dawn,
Then they came to me,
The lion and the fawn,
Told me to look deep inside then all fear would be gone,
I didn’t know it then, but I realize it now,
You were my first love, it’s quite fascinating, how,
I loved you unconditionally, unintentionally, and yet uncompromisingly.
I still look at you and understand why,
But to think you’d understand, would be feeding myself a lie,
Because,
You’re so big now,
At one time we were perfect,
But now, it’s time for me to step back and, watch your life unfold,
‘Cause you’re so big now, still perfect, just a little old.
E Pluribus Unum 