Tuned

The thunders spoke to me in sonar
Booming n crackling
Pounding n plucking

They forced my sol to cypher
Higher and higher
Till i lost consciousness
In effect regaining consciousness
But on a higher plateau
Where gravity is nonexistent
Hues bleeding together 
And time becomes transfixed
When i returned home
Nothing seemed the same
 Because i had changed
Once again in tune with the brothers of balance
Who share a space in my room

Motel Lust

I feel the most at home
In unfamiliar places
Walking through corridors of beige
Electric candles
Illuminating future paces
The rhythmic sounds of “tip tap” bouncing off rectangular spaces
Is when I feel most at home
The breeze tugs at me through narrow spaces while animals disappear behind rectangular cages
Just in time to die a little

Traveler

Hush little babe

Now fall to sleep

And rise in an alternative plane

Where the surface looks the same

The people sound the same

But the clocks spin in reverse

And their memories don’t match your own

A refugee in this strange land

You’d do best to blend in

Fore if the others learn your secret

They’ll side against you

Study you silently and box you up

So hush little babe

And rise

Before you forget

How to sleep

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Return to DC

9-26-12

Upon arriving in DC, I walked for what seemed like miles. Finally dripping with perspiration and my thighs chaffing so bad it felt as if the denim in my pants were cutting into my flesh, I arrived at my destination, a church on 1525 Newton Street. I stashed my cargo in a bush and walked to Target to finally use my damn New York EBT card. later the O****y Our Homes Atlanta (OOHA) gang arrived and I met up with them back at the church. The best part of this reunion was that I was reunited with my little soul sister Fox which meant that another infamous group, The Jets, were ready to take flight.

All was not well however as near the end of the night, after coming back from eating Chinese food at a park, I realized I lost my cell phone and with it all the pictures and video I’d taken of my adventures in New York. Retracing my steps I scoured the streets but was unsuccessful. I can only hope it will turn up at a later date.

 

9-27-12

After confessing my heartache to Fox I decided the only ailment to my condition was  to live my life as if it were a movie and do something crazy. That something crazy was to hold open an iron gate against security officers who most likely were twice as tall and heavy as I was so that my comrades fighting against Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac could bum rush the perimeter and protest against them. Upon arriving however, the police had the gate too heavily guarded so we marched in front of the building instead.

A friend and I then held up a giant banner made by Michael Cera and stood in the middle of the street blocking traffic on one of the busiest roads in DC. This stage of the demonstration ended when Reneka and 4 other activists were heroically arrested for a having a sit in in the street. After a short lunch break we started stage 2 of the operation by traveling to Virginia to protest in front of Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac’s head quarters.

Stage 3 began when we traveled to Maryland to protest Ed DeMarco, (a greedy mother fucker responsible for thousands if not millions of families evicted from their homes and put out on the streets) at his house. After an impassioned speak out, we celebrated the successful Triple Stage Operation by having a pizza party on his front lawn. To DeMarco and his fat cat friends, maybe something he chose to not bat an eyelash to but to the streets and he residents that are cultured by it, the ultimate offense.

Because in all honesty, when was the last time you allowed your enemies to have a pizza party on YOUR front lawn?