the path of seppuku

hurt
& no doctor can help the ailment
only the sharp blade of a tanto
that severs the Línea negra

missing notebook

I am on strike
not from love
work
or any other vice
I am on strike; my people
from
LIFE
I'm missing my notebook
it reminds me of the time I left my bike out in front of the barbershop; only to come out ten minutes later to find Damien riding it under the El Tracks heading from North Hampton to Dover Station
I dodge in and out of the traffic following him; horns blaring and shining at the same time
by the time we made it to Cathedral High School, I was tired and he turned smiled and said
had enough
that day, as the wind stay swirling around the blond edges of my freshly cut high top fade, three stripes on the side right above the ear - rattail in the back; I look down at my gold & black ADIDAS Forums, and I know that I'm not running anymore, not today -
Give me my bike
-------------------------------- seems so long ago; today I am not that person, a shadow of the latter part of my light and I am tired of the darkness
the fight is too much; everywhere I turn, I am blocked off;
the only way is up and my vertical jump is one inch; used to be a cinch but now
LIFE
is just
a bitch

matriarch

Today
is the day that you were born and life was given to this family
sometimes;
you may think that your prayers for
*togetherness*
may fall on deaf ears, but WE hear you
WE love you on this day and any other that our hearts beat & our eyes see
because
Today is the day that you were born
and gave life to this family
 - to Lucy Rodrigues

mother ship

tonight,
the sky is empty in entirety 
except;
the moonlight that drifts through the clouds like a windswept ship
rocking to and fro
riding beams of yellow-orange light
spraying stars into the vastness of the night
the figurehead opens her eyes
and into darkness she cries for her children

conflicted

The wisps of air surround me in an unfamiliar note
I am happy
& sad