I am Human. Are You?

toskateonsun:

Let’s lie here
With our backs to the sun
They don’t know of our burning yet
Know nothing of our red skin
And irritated landslides of secrets.
They only know of the way the sky
Will reflect
Off of the least bit of heat that clings to the asphalt.
A glittering of threat
Shouting at us,
Swimming below our feet.
It gets warm down there.
The earth is trying to suck all of its energy
Back into its core.
The center will not abuse itself,
But the ones depending on the center will.

Let the frisk of the wind chime,
Swing with my hair in its palm.
Sometimes,
I’m afraid of what scares me the least.
Afraid of only the things
That I cannot rationalize.
Call me silly and broken for this.
Ghostly and infantile,
I never promised my womanhood to the future,
Only promised
Whatever wisdom being without womanhood 
will bring me.

But lies can be funny,
And the truth can choke the laugh out of you.
In some dream, at some time,
I learned to laugh the laugh out of myself.
Learned how to be humorous enough to catch myself
Crying.
I don’t like crying,
Never been a fan of being face full
Of waterfall.
What a waste of resource
When half of the world is still waiting
To be taught how to feel.

I’m doing my part by saving my tears
For the man who can’t cry for himself;
And I hope I meet him one day.
I hope I meet the man whose emotions 
Are still pent up in his fist.
I hope to crush my sponge tips of hope
Above his wrists.
Watch his hands open up to the sky
Watch the insides of his palms
Burned back brown from all the pale,
Watch the smile on his face hydroplane,
Reflections of the sky.

The workshop will be held at Rainmaker’s apartment at 105 Aldine St., Newark, NJ at 2 P.M.sharp.  The workshop is free of charge, but donations are encouraged to help defray the cost of refreshments and workshop materials.  Writers, musicians, artists, and all human beings with a heart in their chest and blood in their veins are invited to come and participate in this meeting of the souls as we attempt to evolve as artists by growing as people, first. Peace, love, and uncensored souls are the name of the game.Please join us at the next WPL Writing Performance Laboratory writing and arts workshop, entitled “The Science/Spirituality of Performance” on Saturday, January 30, 2010 at 105 Aldine St. in Newark, NJ at 2 P.M. sharp.

Homework Assignment for All Attendees: Write a love poem to yourself.
contact Rain Maker 201 753 1262

How do I describe this truth that has moved
my heart into my throat the exhilaration of a life
finally meaning something beyond its own limitations
moving my fingers with passion to a place of utter
joy
opening up my eyes to expose my pupil in which all light
passes through and is seen all i can ever say is that
I am love and these words are of love and my sharing
is of love my heart throbbing against my voice
box my voice box understanding that every word a prayer
every poem a sign of the things to come
a lesson to be learned a feeling to be heard
all of my moments and breath are but for your understanding
of the struggle you are burdened with
I am speaking to myself for myself because in myself
lay a world of light and shadows
lay a home coming draped with the richest colors
my eyes have ever seen
I am here because I was called these words exist
because I am in service serving up peace and love
faith and healing how my imperfections are perfect
and that my journey is our journey how we share the
same anger and speak with the same conviction
standing on the shoulders of giants facing the east
we be one family call me human look and not see color
listen and not hear lies speak and express truth triumphant
trebling out of the soul as the sunrise is expected
so should your greatness be beautiful and ecstatic
tremendous and heavy for the love you give is a work
of the soul
of the heart and the mind the memory
of a time when there was no fear they ask me to tell
them why I am here and all i can say is that I am here
because I was called
not to entertain but to put on display how beautiful the
spirit is how wondrous is this thing we call human
call crazy call love
all i am is the wind over a butterflies wing
all i see is love in you and in me and in the things we aspire
to be say we are say we are not say with the feeling
at the very core of our being that we need
that we be fighting with this world of shadows and light
fighting with ourselves fighting with our very lives
with the people we see
fighting because we believed that this is the only thing
we have to hold on to
but fighting cannot bring peace the government
will not recognize your squabbles
your money will come and go but you love will always
be the strength of who we are universal
I am for the people even when the people are for themselves
I see with my heart stuck in my throat and all
i can say is that I am here right now in this very place
only because I was called