Blessings
When you are around me
And prophecies are practiced
In this way that we build relations.
Who we are,
Histories plastered on our skin
And our eyes tell stories of the past
Desires, hatred, fear, pain, love, hope, remember
We were together and we cried
Like the mountain bleeding
Until we drank to our own death.
Time and again,
We flowed across waters
Currents we ride
A stone fell and created ripples
And we washed onto shore
Rebirthed,
In chains.
Perhaps the stone
Was the fist closed
Holding in so much
Unable to unfold.
Blessings
When you are around me
Cause my heart opens
And my arms open
And my eyes open
Around you.
My skin unfolds at your touch
And I read histories in your presence
Remember,
In dreams,
We live together.
Walking in each other’s worlds.
About Me
- Our Voices Matter
- “Welcome to the bay. As you descend into this land of cultural bypasses, you discover the voices of individuals living a lifestyle of conformity and rebellion. The more superficial things become, one, in the attempt to penetrate the surface, seeks a new way of living. Extending and connecting their experience of reality, within this new order of American Empire, ran by a corrupt banking system of gangsters. Us consumers, continue to buy out our desires and materialize some type of happiness, sculpted by our fears and insecurities. At last, here comes OVM here to speak to you and for you, express your doubt, your anger and love. As we stand up and be counted, we overwhelm the propaganda machines, setting our perspectives straight, breaking through this alien-nation of metaphysical slaves, who are dragged down a timeline that was created to bind us to the lies of our age. In this dark time of terror and terrorism, we can no longer hope blindly, but step into the shining light of knowing, what’s really going on. Are we ready to be real, to understand this situation, American nightmaring to a means; serving as the voice of an everyday people, crying out for peace! Let us begin!”
No comments:
Post a Comment