Power

The word that for century has brought corruption.
Of the soul,
Of the heart,
Of a country and its people. 

I grew up listening the dangers of power,
the greatness of submission. 
I was the eye of the hurricane of words that spoke the importance of considering other. 
I silenced my voice of needs and wants. 
I bowed my head to the pleasure of others. 
Of what was right, for others.
Not for me. 

Their truths.
Not mine. 

I choked,
My stomach growled,
I numbed the pulsations of my heart. 

We embody the dictations of others. 
We follow paths, 
we mimic movements, 
gestures.
Repeat words,
Vibrate and feel what has been taught to us. 

But there came a day when the wheel stopped. 
Hit too large of a rock to keep spinning.
Cracked.

The POWER of just being...
You.
The STRENGTH to own a desire. 
Hear it.
Voice it. 

Power is not about politics,
Power is not about abuse,
Power is about justice. 

Be fair.
Honor your truth,
Not theirs. 

Be Alive

What is it I see?
Flowers are made of glass,
and the sun is a lightbulb.
Human, being of the earth, water, wind, and light.

I'm jealous of the trees,
that dance with the breeze,
and aim for the sky.

I'm jealous of the earth,
the grass,
for being the skin of the tears of the clouds.

I'm jealous of the lakes, rivers, oceans,
for their playful spirit to travel,
breath, flow, travel, laugh, and roar.

I'm jealous of the birds,
all of them,
for their freedom.
And the creatures that know where they come from.
Creatures that sleep with the moon and rise with the sun.
Beings that love full-heartedly, fear nothing.
Beings that are being.

Wake up.

And now comes January...

Ashes to soul,
Black to sapphire,
Buds to flowers,
Whispers to singing voices. 

A new beginning. 

Thunder in the sky,
Silence.
Not a storm, but fireworks.
Explosives burning the air, 
Burning all that is stale, all that is stuck,
All that needs burning. 
Burn. 

Laughter, hands, arms, chest.
Smiles, lips, kisses.
May I? 

Eyes close tight, 
breathe, body...breathe.
Eyes open,
Tears. 

Once it was uncertain, 
the path, 
where it would end. 
Once it was all about trusting,
every step...
Step, step, step.
Walk.
Just keep walking. 

Once there wasn't much -- you'd think. 
Then the once became alright,
So right. 
And then came September. 

Don't forget September.

And now comes January...
What do you offer January?

So blue, 
Sky, so blue.
So warm,
Sun, so warm.
A silly cloud travels in the sky,
alone, 
quick, 
flirting...
What are you looking for?
Where are you going?

Lonesome cloud, you are alright.
So right. 
You are not alone, as everyone thinks. 
Stay with me, 
And we'll breathe. 

Oh, January...
What do you offer January?