Happiness is a rainbow.
Often found after heavy clouds unload,
often missed in the condensed light spectrum
of eyes who have been trained to see danger
and protect us from it.
Fuck happiness.
Hatred is a weather front.
Storms stay when we build bio-domes
to try to control the weather.
Storms want to pass through.
They have come from hot and cold’s warm love
only to clear the air and quench the earth
and remind us of the patterns in chaos.
How do I walk around naked
with out being cardiac arrested by fear?
I don’t want to be under your umbrella
statements,
I want to be wet.
Dripping.
I want to make a splash
like souls impact on pooled down poor,
head cocked back into the sky cackling
gorging in the riches of simple
Love.
Don’t tell me nothing but the lion truth,
the lyin’ truth is the only thing you could
tell me in words
so shut the fuck up and tell me the truth
in the silent reso-nation.
We can never be illegal here.
We don’t immigrate, we make pilgrimages
to our home land,
the reso-nation,
where there are no reservations.
Although this seat is reserved
for eyes that can see rainbows everywhere,
anywhere.
Why do you think they call us people of color?
Put your arrows in your rain bow Avatar,
and point it to the sun.
Pierce it and drink what comes gushing out.
Plant yourself.
You and your dirty mind.
Sterilization is the only filth worth
sterilizing.
Settle your debts in settling mud,
and watch the sky come out in a large
community of raindrops
gathered by the gravity of this life,
here on the ground.
