Truth is my Compass, & Wisdom my Helm.

once you know, you cannot un-know. once you have seen, you can never un-see. once you have allowed yourself to feel, you are freed from silence; for the submergence of one's truth only births havoc within the self.

Due Diligence

I wash my soul
in the river of my heart

To keep the seams
from ripping apart

Notes From My Inner-Therapist

You don’t go to: a factory looking for a creator; a butcher in need of stitches; a school in search of wisdom; a church to receive salvation; or desire nourishment from that which is emaciated.

Although you may journey from the desert to the ocean—in loops—with the thirst only starwater could quench, until you return to the soil, your soul must toil.

I Be Twisted

Say, so:

A Dutch man bought
the island of Manhattan
for twenty-four bucks

Transnational Corporations
divvied up the nations of America
for derivatives by the debt

I be like:

Liberalism and Victimhood Entitlement
Lacking Spiritual Enlightenment

Mama Gaia,
is on fiyah – Y’all

if you ain’t on smoke,
best believe ya kinfolk

if your rivers haven’t turned into dust
why have your teeth become rust?

but between our feet, there are no ashes
leaking fire hydrant, street splashes

POC stop mimicking the white man’s hypocrisy
We know the falsities of his democracy

Stop frontin’ – The Dream has been terminated
and our planet was not self-detonated

We are all complicit in ecocide,
Only worse, matricide  

*POC = People of Color

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Drapetomania

I am a sickly negress,
Some hysteria, I confess

Enslavement never took to me,
My spirit throbs to be free

My womb spots and bleeds
Yet, I have no seeds

But death is overeager
Truth sleeker – love meeker

Fear gave me a fever
Made me a Divine cheater

But the shadow is a schemer
A false dream weaver

By skin and flesh, I am captive;
Neither combative nor passive

I’s highly adaptive and nonreactive,
Frequency expansive and counteractive

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Dear Galactic Headquarters

In lieu of grave miscommunication,
Was it my hallucination?

Because I saw in the constellation
Love’s accumulation

Is it my heart’s dislocation?
Have I failed at meditation?

Daydreaming about planetary emancipation,
While withstanding perpetual alienation

I am seeking consolation,
Spiritual litigation

Am I truly an aberration?
Forgive my desolation

I plead for illumination,
Shall I forsake inspiration?

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May I not burn the flower I wish to water with words sharp enough to slaughter.

Zisa Aziza

Begun or Outdone?

The Empire is falling
The Empire is falling

March until you reach truth’s arch
Then realize that idealism is parch

The Empire is falling
The Empire is falling

The cretinous children of entitled dreams
Believe they can forestall the conversion of regimes

The Empire is falling
The Empire is falling

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We are the keepers of life; the magistrates of that which must be consecrated and protected from evisceration—love is our ammunition.

Zisa Aziza

The Plantation

I’m walking through the plantation
In search of my salvation

Everything I find and see
Is living in a dying sea

I’m walking around trying to tell people,
Trying to tell people

The more you chase for that dollar
The harder you chase for that dollar
The tighter that noose gon’ get

I’m walking around trying to tell people,
Trying to tell people

We hanging off trees by the dollar
Steady working by the hour

I’m just saying what been known—ya life is on loan
It ain’t something you really, really own

I’m walking around trying to tell people,
Trying to tell people

Greed is our master
Killing this planet faster

All the money in the world
Can’t buy us a new world

I gotta tell ya,
I, I gotta tell ya

The more you chase for that dollar
The harder you chase for that dollar
The tighter that noose gon’ get

You betta act like you heard
You betta act like somebody told you something

I’m telling ya

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Jonesing

The Nation,
loves the slave

But the Corporation,
fucks the grave

Nuclear Daydream

I feel the Earth calling me
With sweet hymns to run oversea

Hitchhiking my way beyond the border
Fleeing the Global North and its disorder

I want to make love to land
With the caress of my hand

Rescind the Amerikan passport
And with rivers and soil I cavort