I am from the womb that catered me with platters of I Love You’s and drinks of spiritual Mexican culture. I am from the Northwest hemisphere where trees of evergreens submit me to breath the last of natural oxygen. I crossed paths of mountain tops filled with snow, slippery ice roads; that on, either side one can fall and see there life pass in one blink of an eye. I settled for four years to educate myself on the city that rains on a daily basis. Meeting Thursday nights, jazzying the night a way with street prophets enscripting the future of global consciousness through political marches and open forums. Speaking of I, I am nothing compared to what I am when I have others around me, especially those that are on the front line of the infinite march of understanding. I am the tribal secret buried in the Mojave desserts, the smoke blown in all four directions by my grandfather, a storyteller who has closed his lips in bitterness against the outward flow of this knowledge. I will take this to my very own funeral, wrap me in purple-blue blankets to my feet and paint my face in scarlet, in respect of the mysterious signs and fire in the skies. I am sequences of dreams illuminating glimpses of my past lives, I see the war of the worlds! Running for my life because I have the treasure locked inside my heart, why me, take this love from me, little do I know all I have to do is stop running…cast this thing called love to those that are after me by seeking out my hologramic eye… am that one subliminal message that our very own President catches and allows his soul to rejuvenate in compassing his passionate to just do it as one corporation would say, but really just doing it for the people. I am a hood vandal climbing barb wire fences to sneak inside your body, aligning your heart with your mind in hopes to paint a better picture…
knowledge breaker 