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Censor Me
Do not censor me
For My tongue won’t lie on the day of judgement
No matter your persecution
I entered this realm alone
And shall return the same
The lashings on my back from your torment
Will heal into a beautiful design
A lifeline to my future seeds
Who will call upon in need
My fist will still rise up
Even with shoulder crushed
And a cross bearing it’s nails
It will be the ones who came before
Who will lift me
And mount my soul on its throne
And with open cowry shells speak letters
Defining the past present and what’s to come
Life burning like a mystical dragon
Through the spirit of my spirit
No don’t you dare stop my indigenous teachings
Do not try to subdue me
With a false idol that fits your controlling ways
Docile for too long
I fight back with an embraced truth
No don’t you dare censor me
Eden in Misery
There’s this darkened cloud above your words
This Moment
In this Moment
I breathe and accept
The possibility in the impossible
The beginning that is death
The ending in believing we know
The illusion in control
The empty gesture in the ritual
The pleasure in the pain
The tears in the laughter
The joy in forgiveness
The sorrow in holding hatred
The arrow of words thrown frivolously
The target I become in sharing my world
The vulnerability in creating
The immense power of loving
The cowardice in hiding
The sadness in loneliness
This right here
That right there
The opposite of now
The reciprocal of the sum
The winter and the sun
The father and the son
In this moment
I cry knowing the connection
The cycle of birth and rebirth
We are this
We were that
Forever in this moment
copyright ©Axel Garcia
Downtown Train
Downtown Train
For hours I have anticipated catching you
Looking up departure times online
I find myself drifting with the hopes of where you will take me
I know our ride always ends quick
Far too fast for me to savor the movements we partake of
Stop after stop flies by like a blur
Leaving imprints behind
Your doors shut abruptly over and over
As if you were a scorned lover
Light and dark track your shadows constantly
In and out of tunnels we go
Bridges we cross and wave goodbye
I don’t dare drown you out with earphones filled with music
The roaring of your motions plays like a melody in my ears
How perfect this affair we carry
Where screeching and passionate collide
You bring me to my stop with furious precision
Cold like you slam shut the doors to your warmth inside
And time after time I find myself standing out in the cold
Surprised to feel sad and satisfied at the same time
I watch you run from me
To the next destination
How you remind me of my past lovers
My downtown train…
copyright ©Axel Garcia


