There’s something about this time, about this moment
Some kind of nostalgia
Something about the inception,
the playground rituals
becoming the unbreakable calcification
a skeleton of lived belief
In conflict as a catalyst for change.
As many of you may agree, childhood prepared me for an acceptance of chaos.
We have learned how to stretch a dollar; we have learned how to build communities out of nothing; we have learned to deal with disappointment—over, and over, and over;
We have celebrated triumphs
of the bridge to liberation;
we have recognized exquisite restitution
from a sunset, or the realization
that (I) you have somehow made it through another day.
Those of us who have been fighting with our hearts
Who live(s) this believe in social justice(?);
Who find(s) a way, always, to stay committed to each other and to our own personal journeys;
to learning, growing, and expanding as human beings, (and recognize)
only animal(s) living on this land (?)—
(an opportunity for which,
In service to.
Maybe it could be that point in every single day when you (I) start daydreaming about brownies and black coffee
You know, around 2:00/2:30,
(You) I continued to or
to hold every inch of
in prayer and love.
I care that there is something out of my control that insists
to connect to something beautiful.
I am grateful that there is something out of my Control
and longs to connect to something beautiful.
You and I
In some way, will have to find a way.
Will have to find a way
to be together.
I want you to find your way to be together.
I want you
to find your way
to be together with me
I can be me
and you would be you;
Our differences are strengths. I believe in that.
I believe in that as much as I believe in you.
And that is as much is I believe in everything.
I’m guessing the real claim to fame for us humans
is yet to come.
Maybe we’ll finally get our celebrity star in the concrete as
Highly sought after,
Indebted to the aliens who save our asses
before we all go out in some kind of nuclear bomb blast
fueled by a bullshit patriarchy-packed projection tantrum
(thought they’d bought their ticket to heaven—it’s just this one indiscretion)
retreat for the 1%.
We self-important humans will relish all of the fawning and fancy collars.
I’m a mammal.
I like to eat and have sex and cannot deny
with dabbling in the primitive ecstasy of rage.
We can build things
We can build the world we want
We can live
and I believe that
Not always fun
I don’t think it will it all fit into any kind of ideology
Happiness will not always be important
I don’t think that it will always benefit capitalism
I don’t think that (I) we
always want to change or,
Many and each of us will be brought to our fucking knees
And the stakes will have not been higher.
Growing up sucks.
There’s just no way out but through.
There’s nothing wrong with some hard work.
There’s nothing wrong with everyone having the same
opportunities and rights as one another. There is more than we think that there is—
and I don’t mean natural resources.
I don’t mean build another fucking pipeline.
I mean that we could come together in a manner in which we are all intact.
Our hearts not feeling the need to be anything or anyone other
than who we are
Our real ancestries, our real rapes, our real triumphs, our real rights,
We can do this.
I think we are doing this.
This is currently happening
When I snap my fingers, when you wake up, you are going to be right here.
At the count of three I’ll snap my fingers, you and I are going to be here and we are going to figure out exactly how to be here together. I’m so excited I get to be here with you right now.
At the count of three I’ll snap my fingers and you and I are going to be here together. Next line