Worry Not Today

She transmuted her worry into hope because she knew damn well she didn’t have the full scope.

Art by: Jeff T. and myself

September Reign/Rain

I sketched myself as Virgin de Guadalupe and wrote this poem in September. Better late then never player.

As it thundered and stormed

she prepared to leave

all-weather she was

Come inside! yelled the fretful

You won’t survive! yelled the fearful

like an owl her head turned to face them one last time

is this what you call living?

resting fearfully on the periphery of your so called humanity

Inside these boxes – surviving

this could be your last September she said to them all

silence weighed heavy on the moment

nothing was the same

they could never go back

true colors had been shown

from the lessons she had grown

You can live this life faithfully or live it fearfully

not my business either way she said with a smile

good luck in this lifetime

Now it’s time for me to live mine

stepping into the storm she became one

with the wind

the rain

the pain

and burst into golden light

Transcending the bullshit

Hello October

Are you ready to start over?

Hertz dispelling Hurt

Bathing in a sea of sound

She got lost in the beat

Changing in a way you could never see

Float on

Flow on

Light on

Washed away in the best way

Amplified by this electrical musical ride

The hertz dispelling the hurt

Vibrate on

Vacillate on

Love on

She got found in the beat

Bathing in a sea of sound

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Writer’s Note: been swimmin’ in my heart lately – some late spring cleaning – makin’ space for some new shit…laughs

Lauren, Oro, and Ava

I people watch in the park.

I saw these fly young ladies.

I couldn’t help but want to be them a little.

Laughs.

Why?

In touch with nature,

Young,

beautiful,

brown,

full of potential…

Wait- What?

Laughs.

Reflections.

Connections.

I am what I attract?

I am what I see in the world?

I am but a reflection?

I am?

Who am I?

Am I fly too?

Am I the ugly I see?

Yea?

No?

Yea

Damn.

So.

All of it is beautiful.

All of us are beautiful.

Ugly Beautiful.

Beautiful Ugly.

Independent film.

I am?

Just am?

I don’t know.

Laughs.

I just am.

’Cause they are.

I am.

I am Oro.

I am Lauren.

I am Ava.

Nahh.

Yea.

I am me.

Laughs.

I people watch in the park.

Saw me in some fly young ladies.

We Am.