I laugh

and think to myself

about the times i've accidentally sold my truth for the social ease

i waste my time thinking and imagining the froth of possibilities

look back and see myself the same despite my growing age
wonder when i can share this with another
there was one; no longer
myself again and the earth
like the first day

wonder if I'll change myself into something new
a pattern repeated a pattern

i'm unhinged compared to most americans
still chained to the cycle
vices
loneliness
inadequate resources
finite

I think and laugh to myself
despite all this
the air still feels so good

the light meets my eye
and my skin delivers

-Lahmadaj

always seems so true

the earth only got to let it take you feel its breaking point

so many of those seem to worry and turn mind body into froth worms

don't let it take you too when they crawl all about frantic and suffering

self detained in prison so as to remain safe but the danger's the same

it does not change despite the cages

one will still die and the god studied through mind of dead people

will not be true will not be your god because it was someone else's

learned to draw the portrait without seeing self

-Lahmadaj

breathe

air cold and liquid
frothing between eyes and lashes
against the folds of parchment
the slow draw of ink
and the smash of sea

tilt back the glaze
bring new love
reach behind the turning sand
and escape into silence

disappearing clouds burn slow in the evening

it feels so good



-Lahmadaj