
The flower blooms
Based on water, dirt, sun, and groom
When we nourish
We flourish
What we groom blooms

The flower blooms
Based on water, dirt, sun, and groom
When we nourish
We flourish
What we groom blooms

Something old
something new
something borrowed
something blue
orange, red, green, yellow, purple, black, white, old, new
regardless
life goes on

It was never about grapes
when Chavez protested for migrant workers
It was never about things
when indigenous protested for sacred land
it was never about overtaking
when Malcolm X, MLK, and Rosa Parks protested
It was never about oppressing
when the poor demand proper health care and housing
It was never about changing someone
when LGBTQ ask to be seen and respected
It was never about stealing
when a worker simply wants a job to eat and feed his family
Oppression can be a regression
when we can’t see
that maybe, just maybe
someone simply wants to be seen

Bad Days or Good Days
If you learn the lesson
Embrace the blessings
Make the most out of any situation
Bad Days
Become good days
Sometimes the best days

We all deserve abundant love
Not the kind that binds you
The type that blinds you
Leaving emptiness and crumbs
We deserve the kind of love
That takes your breath away and breathes
The kind that gives you butterflies
The love that makes you feel seen
Love that understands and feels with you
Intoxicated not confused
Appreciated not abused
They say love hurts
but I don’t believe that is true
Crumbs Hurt
Abundant Love Heals and Grows

A drop from the sky
formed into a pond
filled up a lake
that turned into a river
an avalanche of water
that filled up an ocean
a simple drop of water
can add to the oceans
with only one drop
we are never insignificant
every drop counts

Subtle is loud
In the whisper of a storm
The love of a mother
The care of a father
The flight of the hummingbird
The silence in a caring friend
In the bloom of a flower
The growth of a forest
The caress of a lover
Subtle is loud
Impactful Soundless Blast

through crying
a child is born
through pain
a human can heal
Nourishing minds, and nourishing bodies
absorbed through pores into the depths
of my ancestoral eyelid rains
that dried with every passing day
Into a motionless dry face
slowly facial lines resurface
with uncolonized thoughts
vision moisturized again
On the promise of a new way
Of living in love, peace, abundance, dark and light
as it should have always been
from histories pain
into what our ancestors actually said
was the promise of a new day

regressions
obsessions
creations
terminations
alterations
inventions
proclamations
innovations
Information
animations
procreations
liberations
in no particular order
different applications
obvious subtle incarnations
morphed into profound destinations

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