3lation

Slow morning

New light

Fair warning

All alright

Galaxy blue

3 elation

Falling into

Quick vibration

Bodies so new

Short gestation

Can you feel it?

We can feel it

We were born to rattle this Earth

To make humankind see it’s worth

From the stars, we’ve known it since birth

Can you feel it?

We can feel it

We’re breaking boxes

Not Breaking banks

We’re chasing dreams

Not dollar signs

Brothers and sisters,

let’s not be slaves

Celestial bodies

We must shine

And we’re falling

Head above

They’re calling

For our love

Strength in number

Because we are one

The dawn of echoes of breath from the sun

The ELS show has begun

Can you feel it?

We can feel it

3 elation

Explosions of light

Fires that consumes the whole night

Fingers tremble

We are all alright

Can you feel it?

We can feel it

We’re breaking boxes

Not Breaking banks

We’re chasing dreams

Not dollar signs

Brothers and sisters,

let’s not be slaves

Celestial bodies

We must shine

It’s a ripple effect

A seed in a pond

And we aren’t home yet

No, so far beyond

We’re breaking boxes

We’re chasing dreams

Brothers and sisters

We must shine

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Planet of Phils

There was once a male human who went by the name of Phil. He had been on the planet Earth for 33 years and had mostly European ancestry. Of course these characteristics were anything but remarkable as every other person on planet Earth was a 33 year old male human who went by the name of Phil and had mostly European ancestry. Phil ached for something he could not define. And even though all Phils loved each other, or maybe because they did, they all ached for this missing piece of life, this thing like love. Phil knew this thing like love was closely tied with another thing, a physical act he called sex. Phil knew he was not sexually attracted to the other Phil’s, but could not fathom how something or someone sexually attractive to him would look. Every day was exactly as the day before. Every moment was the same as the moment before. The Earth was a completely smooth sphere. There was no East and no West. There was no North or South. There was no beginning and no end. And because difference held the potential for division, everything was exactly the same. But the Phils knew difference was also means to beauty. The Phils were brave and, one day the Phils rebelled against normality in an effort to create this thing they felt was missing. Some Phils shaved thier heads. Others grew their hair very long. Some of the long-haired Phils dyed their hair odd colors. Then Phils began dying their clothes. Their where Phils who wore blue and Phils who wore pink. There were other Phils who wore green and still others who wore grey. Some decided to spend their days in the sun, while others spent their days in the shade. Then Phils began changing their names. Some went by Frank and others by Sara, and still others went by Rasheed and others by Serin. They became male and female. They discovered sexual attraction and then sex. They became heterosexual and homosexual. Soon, new generations were born. They had forgotten that they were once all Phils and they fought over their differences. But, as a result of these differences, or maybe in spite of them, the planet Earth was, for the first time, truly beautiful.

Conversation Between Wolves

“Damnit Vincent I’m serious! Don’t go down there.” Samuel says, “They already got willie! Them sheep ain’t like other sheep.”
Vincent laughs, “You must be high.” as he trots down the hill toward the herd.
Samuel follows reluctantly.
“Look Samuel, there’s no Shepard. These sheep are sitting ducks.”
“Don’t you think that is a little suspicious?!” Samuel insists.
“You’re starting to piss me off!”, Vincent snaps.
Vincent disappears into the herd. A few seconds latter sounds of fighting erupt from the block of sheep. Then the sound of a dog yipping and whimpering. A sheep skips out to the edge of the herd, its face drenched in blood and the leg of a wolf hanging from its mouth. The sheep chews calmly as it stares unflinchingly at Samuel.

A Philosophical Writing on the Futility of Philosophical Writing

‘Usually when people are sad, they don’t do anything. They just cry over their condition. But when they get angry, they bring about a change.’ — Malcolm X. As writing may be used as a tool of releasing anger, to write may be counterproductive.

Philosophers put pen to paper or, more often lately, hit keys on a keyboard often in an attempt to inspire change. But what change does this writing realy inspire? Those of us who aim to create change actually work toward change; We don’t sit around telling others what they should do.

So what does writing accomplish? In most cases – nothing. It only spills our most valuable insights into our notebooks and laptops only providing us with a false sense of accomplishment and relieving us of our need to see real change.

Man Alive

Babies sleep
As we grow older
Eyes open

Children we
Ache for legs to stand
Stand up now

Fault the shrub
For not being tall
Is no tree

Whisper pain
Come to life again
Green from snow

Yell warning
Try to cut us down
Timbres grow

Stronger now
Weeds will not be pulled
Man alive

Faded Brail

There was that place

The curve of your face

That scar only I knew about

And I could read you like brail

Lust inevitably fails

When the chemicals all fade to doubt

I saw your face last September

Not what I remember

That sea in your eyes starts to fade

And it’s not that I miss you

I don’t know how she is you

She was just a broken charade

Freebasing Dopamine

Holding onto a dream

This space in my brain has changed

The shadow of new

Caged in pictures of you

But reality has rearranged

Response to James Fowler’s Stages of Faith

According to James Fowler’s Stages of Faith, the 5th stage of faith rejects logic and the 6th may be measured by the absense of worry in one’s life. (http://www.psychologycharts.com/james-fowler-stages-of-faith.html)

But, the way I understand it, logic is of God. To better understand the world is to better understand God. While there may be, and certainly will be, limits to my understanding of the world, the recognition of this truth does not dismiss the pursuit of knowledge. Contrarily, it invites a greater pursuit of knowledge. Secondly, to have no concerns is irrational. We are humans, bound by human experience. Although our pursuits may shift toward intangible aspects of life, as humans, our experience of this world is limited by these human bodies. As humans, we experience pain and pleasure as a result of the nerve endings in our bodies and chemicals in our brains. As pain is a naturally undesirable aspect of human life, pain avoidance is a natural part of human motivation. It is only natural that we plan ways to avoid pain. Enlightenment does not require that one be worry-free, but rather that one does not let his/her worries consume him/her. What will be will be perfectly as it will be. We may still concern ourselves with the state of the future. In fact, it may be truly selfless to concern ourselves with the state of the future even if this future only directly affects us. We can only care for others when we take care of ourselves. While no issue in our reality may create need for concern or worry, the desire to help others may create a space for worry to grow. This life is not mine. It is ours. I commit myself to helping my brothers and sister, to helping them because they are a part of the most divine that is in me. In order to help my brothers and sisters, I aim to care for myself. This means I will worry, but only as far as this worry may benefit my purpose in this reality.

Clean Air

How did we get here?
A world ruled by fear
The end seems so near
How did we get here?
How do we get there?
Breathing in clean air
It just doesn’t seem fair
How do we get there?
One day
We’ll say
How did we get here?
The future is so clear
There’s no room for fear
How did we get here?
We’re breathing in clean air
We’re finally aware
So much for us to share
We’re breathing in clean air

Let it be blurry

Let it be blurry
Sweat and lights
Sweet tea summer
Taste of salt
Let it be blurry
The public pool
A constant chaos
A stolen kiss
Let it be blurry
And it hurts
Like it should
Unlike it will
Let it be blurry
For now
Bigger than we
If such a thing could exist
Let it be blurry
In a sence
Innocence
Insolence
In silence
Let it be
Blurry