April 15, 2014
The bedroom is a refuge, its walls boasting photographs of a young life as it unfolded. Little league, first communion, high school prom. A SWAT team had violated its sanctuary immediately after the shooting, looking for something to validate the police officer’s version of events. Sage and prayer restored purity to the room.
Until the bulldozer scrapes the landscape of this plantation,
My phantasm in residence
Long after my body is unchained.
Strange to think I ever see
That day from where I'm sitting now.
But that's the illusion they want me to believe in--
That I'm never getting out.
I know better at some level
That I consciously keep submerged and hidden.
Lest the overseer see it in my eye,
And decide to kick my shit in.
Rise Up and Walk.
That's what Mom said.
But the thing is, I couldn't--
I was already dead.
It isn't like I didn't know how,
I used to love walking...One foot
After the other, just eating
Up the distance between where I was and
Where I wanted to be...
March 12, 2014
A letter to the world with chaos and madness—
You have isolated me with loneliness and sadness.
You say to me
'I punish you with “Eternity”
Now I walk away and throw away the key.
For you, Freedom there will never be.
I'll isolate your mind
Tear down your body and spirit...
Ultimately robbing you of your identity