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Empire attempts to extinguish Love because it is the only effective means for liberation that we have.
Empire attempts to extinguish Love because it is the only effective means for liberation that we have.
what is a mind at war
with itself
my Self
fragmented
oozing through the gaps
in my Spirit
a thousand festering wounds
burn through my vessel
through Me,
“the observer”
feels more like
“the victim”
begging for a
permanent end
to the suffering that is
Life
relentless
loss
cruelty
despair
the pressure
of one thing piling
atop another
& another
& another
trying to hold it
together
keep it moving
lest i die or
worse
i break
& the corrosive ichor
that’s seeped through
my Spirit
my Self
spills unto Every Thing
a rot
that burrows deep
& makes a feast
of All that is sacred
to Me,
a thing
still beyond it’s own reach
lost
& at war with itself.
you were
a star in my sky
striking
& merciless
in your beauty
leaving me
stupefied
enraptured by
your gaze
caressing
my very Soul
reached for yours
& my heart
screamed with joy
& longing
& fear
for how i had been
blissfully unraveled
laid bare
before
your mercy
your grace
ghosted away at the sight
of the weeping wounds
& mangled scars
that made
Me
so foolishly certain
you could still see
my Light
would mean
it’s worth it
to Love me
how naive
to believe a star
could do anything but
obliterate me
with its blinding heat
& tyrannical gravity
while sweet
nothings
& empty promises
left me
reaching
crying
aching
for a dream
unrealized,
a heart
that was never Mine,
& that star
has faded into
a cosmic scar
across my sky
hovering over the abyss
that is
my despair
a deep crimson
pain
that rips through Me
spilling my entrails
with the Life we made
carried in Death’s embrace
through this endless night
i still search for
that star
& all i can see is
an ocean of blood
through the blur
of my tears.
a heart beats in my chest and
my lower belly
clenches around the hollow
carved out of the
Life
that grew there
down the drain
with a quart of blood and
shreds of my flayed heart
find their way out
of my mouth and
my eyes and
my hands
shake uncontrollably as i
cradle this cursed body
piloted by
this cursed Mind
a scrap of my
supposedly
beautiful Soul
but
“i” feel like
the ugliest thing
in all Creation and
i resent this Soul
for choosing this Life and
i resent this Self for
the suffering it’s brought
upon others and
me
sabotaged by my own wounds
inflicted by ghosts who
hound my every step
my dreams
my thoughts
my Spirit
my Life
The hood exists because of white supremacist imperialism. Violence in the hood is a result of white supremacist imperialism.
It is an intentionally manufactured breeding ground for prison-slave labor, sex-slave labor, & continued subjugation of Stolen African descendants.
The deaths of my loved ones were by design. My trauma is by design.
I don’t think I will ever be free of the pain.
I’m feeling too much all the time. There’s too much going on all the time.
Why are we so mean to each other?
Whether it’s an overtly spiritual practice such as Conjure or Christianity, or a subtly spiritual practice, such as daily expressions of creativity or moments of connection with our environment, we need habits that allow us to maintain a bond with our Innermost Self.
It is the only part of us that can grant the peace we need to take action that will lead us—and all around us—in the direction of growth.
Death is the catalyst for Life.
And Life is the catalyst for Death.
You cannot have one without the other.
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