Reposting Myself: Artist Fuel

Artist Fuel: My 1st Huffington Post Blog

Strange Fruit and the Seeds of Mr.Martin

The spirit of hate towards a child because of his race is an evil that has been bred in the hearts of people since the fall of man. 
This life was not taken in vain. 
This is the publicized sacrifice of a human being. 
This is what it takes to make people wake up to the hate and violence and judgement of others in their own hearts. 
My heart spills over with "forgive me" 
and "I'm sorry" 
and "thank you" to this soul.
His life has stirred so many of us to the sick reality of a society clouded in racism, ageism, sexism, and economic, moral, and social slavery. 

For all those who have lost their lives due to acts of violence.

For those who have fallen under the hands of their own brothers and sisters and of strangers.

For the race of the black people who still suffer under the conditions of a society brainwashed against equality.

For the ancestors.

Thank You.

Liquid Phase

Float across my stomach the way you do
with your free movement spine
Fluid like fingers leaving watermarks on my legs and thighs
my mind cant see beyond you anymore
You are my watery grave..
I've died this lifetime and have awoken to your smile
Your song travels through the waters of my psyche
The dam of my mind never thought it could be breeched
The levee has been severely damaged by your loving
You leave me to the release of my soul
I collide with you
Two seas become one
you have freed me with your flow..

to be cont.d

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Hey all,

I found this in my old notes and thought I share, it was intense, and I like how removed and completely joined I feel when reading it.

Enjoy and Love.

Who defines who we are when we awaken in a war filled time zone 

Where 1st world countries suffer under the evils of mind control and poisoned filled food 

as 3rd world countries suffer ugly truths and no food at all.

Who defines the woman who awakens in a bed soaked with her own sweat 

and where there should be blood there are only tears

And where there is blood, there are scars in need of healing.

Who defines the spirit that awakens in a body where all natural needs are unfulfilled 

What spirit doesn't shut in on itself and die under these conditions?

I have died a thousand times today 

Yet, I am here.

Welcome

Everyday and every moment is medicine.
I am sick,
I have been sick,
but I've been taking the medicine of the moment.
Ideas disguised as beliefs,
Essences misinterpreted for truths...
There has been a disconnection from reality by reality.
I have built a solid wall against the waters of life.
Sweet life,
Sweet, Sweet Life.

Welcome,
you have found your new home.
I welcome You.
My own  welcome came from a tomb, and I based my life on an idea of death.
Sweet and seductive death.
But I have been welcomed by death,
and death itself told me life is a gift.
As simple as that.
So welcome,
Welcome to life here on Earth.
A life of unreal realities, where reality exists only in knowing thyself.

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Invisible and Alive

Husbandless bride

Married to death and time

Eternally alone

Caressed by the invisible 

Tears wiped away by spirits

The departed are her bridesmaids and sisters

She is the conqueror of death 

The queen of the sun 

And her love lives forever.

BlueNote #9

It's been a tough month.

I've lost the one I wanted to marry

But I've gained my self

I have nothing more to say right now but many things to post.

If I knew a word to describe God without patronizing or giving gender

I would say thank you -------

You provide me with all I need

Even as I walk alone.

Even as I walk alone

Even as I walk alone 

Even as I die alone

Even as I bloom alone

Even if she doesn't care.

Thank you.