God Is Love

God is love. If that is true then love cannot be a chemically induced emotion. God is not made of flesh. We are. We dont talk about love until we feel the effects of different chemicals in our brain that we are addicted to. Literally like opiates. The idea of love without emotion is abstract to many of us. Movies and books draw us in like crack dealers to crack. The high only lasts so long and then you come back down. But it is addictive. Different people love different things different ways. How do we love something that we feel no codependency for? How do we love without emotion? Love based on the basic principle of appreciation takes time. Meditation. In our fast paced world we miss so many things. Take so much for granted. Take our planet for example. Self sustaining. Perfectly positioned from the sun and moon. Home to trillions upon trillions of life forms. Yet we take it for granted. Family. Heavily taken for granted. Our bodies. Neglected and abused. The list goes on and on. If we never slow down and learn how to appreciate what is already here then we will hit rock bottom and no form of rehab will cure us. Our existence will be futile and mundane. It is up to us to do what is contrary to the stream of society and fulfill our purpose for something bigger and real. Albeit intangible.

Little Red Corner

Sitting in the corner
Imprint of a palm
Surfacing my skull.
Memory so sharp.
Feelings so dull.
No love shown
For beige skin tones.
Enemy of the race.
Mixed and out of place.
Guilt by confusion.
Layer upon layer
Of ambiguity.
Racial illusion.
Sore thumb.
Social contusion.
Alone.
Amongst my own.

Quorizzzzzzzma

Four Years Ago...

Four years ago
The smell of change
Permeated the air
And propaganda
Was anywhere
And everywhere.
It still stinks.
The aroma of anxiety
Fueled with thirst
To control
How the masses thinks
Choking survival
From the throats of family.
Millions of dollars
Stay at the top
With foxy winks.
Trust in government sinks.
New lows reached.
The color of change bleached.
Big white lies
Make bold black headlines.
Billionaires close their eyes
So they dont see babies in welfare lines.
We've forgotten
The implicit simplicity of life.
Food. Clothing. Shelter.
And love.

Quorizzzzzzzma

FRUSTRATION

You cant bottle the frustration
And the pain.
Disappointment drowns appreciation
Under years of rain.
A storm that doesnt subside.
Thunder deafening loud.
Like everyone in heaven cried.
The blackest cloud.
Humid and morbidly dark.
Light can find no penetration.
Invisible fire lit by a spark.
Flames of internal damnation.

Quorizzzzzzzma