you could be your own nightmare part - ii

Urgent!

There's still time to cop a feel off this felt sense priority. Better knock your socks off and touch down upon the concrete. Circulate energy through your feet. Watch the pavement crack, to the earth's elation. 

Feel the heartbeat. Flourishing.

Her people she had to attend. The gods and goddess would show in their own time. The wine would flow, Dionysian ambrosia. The nectar was reserved for all minorities of culture.


Culture wars her rush, psychology her fix. 

Anything organic went right into the mix. 

The masses needed only a pair of decent reading glasses. The sun would run the blender, and blend it all together. A purer form of condensation than any melting pot could render. The wind would drive the word, across the thousand tongues. Anyone who tried to protest, got an iron lung.

Prayers for rain.

Empowerment via numbers was mathematically guaranteed. Those who had sunken into stupor, very quickly they were freed. Premonition kept her sane. She meditated on the past, and then to the becoming.... not knowing did not worry her. The rain would keep on drumming.


Trudging through to sunrise, beyond the cloudy days.
Uplifted all her people, kissed by new sun rays.
See the children? They are dancing on the shoulder!

The darkness, now behind them, had only brought them closer.

you could be your own nightmare part - i

She found her knowing when tabbing through cerebellum's internal ledger. Frontal cortex set for auto-pager alerts. She envisioned a world she knew would never be. Those who disagree would be free to disagree. How fascinating the freedom was, to this world's masses. They witnessed it like men in night clubs witness ladies asses. Even in this world you could be your own nightmare. Learn about apathy, how not to care. Fill with negativity like a car up on gas. Suck up to the deacon, attend every mass. Learn to revere the most ass kissing fascists....

 She saw how her world could go way out to lunch.
She saw with eyes open her very best of intentions?  Could lead her off.
Beyond her wildest extension.
This caused her anxiety; she manifested tension.
The knowing she knew, was not playing.

She decided she must stand with her believers.
Or whatever you wanna call those who disagree with disagree-ers.

past lives in love

strangers
at first



we searched

for common ground

in a sea of misunderstandings


i grabbed you by the hair

you grabbed mine


and fiercely

lovingly

we


dug for roots

and excavated


past lives

in love

MLK. 1929-1968

All i knew was what i saw and what people told me,
because it all happened before i was born. The horrifying
image of a man lying dead at the feet of his friends,
at a motel somewhere in Memphis. The many fingers
pointing firmly towards space.

All i knew was what i heard, which was unlike anything
 i ever heard before! Perhaps the greatest orator since
Winston Churchill. Deep compassion and confidence.
Rhythm and music. Love for  country. Demanding change.
Appealing to us and God. Certain in his vision for the
future. Certain of a personal and collective overcoming
of great and tangible darkness and suffering. Offering
hope for change. Prayers. Marches. Practicing the principles he
preached. Forgiveness. Starting a critical dialogue. Confronting
the enemy on enemy turf. Demanding we come together in
new and nonviolent ways.


A great tragedy, overshadowed now by unified cultural love
in memoriam for a great and selfless man. A decided day
to remember. To honor one who sacrificed himself for his
people and social justice, in the end. Shaking up and
waking up a culture embedded in fear and racism. Making the
unconscious, conscious. Bringing light into darkness.

Today in the USA, racism hides mostly behind closed
doors. Or so I thought. Recent events across the USA
have suggested otherwise. If Doctor King was here,
what would he say? What would he do? All i know is
he would show courage and ask others to stand behind
what they believe in. He would not be scared to speak
truth to power. We would listen and learn. Some of us
would get involved; try and speak truth to
power, ourselves. Despite immediate consequence.
Having the courage to stand behind our beliefs and speak
freely.

In honor of Doctor King, I tell myself today:

Do not accept or protect the ISMS. Speak TRUTH to POWER.
Support nonviolent movements toward social justice.
Get out there and get involved, whenever possible!
Practice loving kindness towards ALL sentient beings.
Express gratitude. Pray. Dream large! Meditate. Forgive.
Inspire hope toward a NEW PARADIGM WORLDVIEW!

I love to listen to Dr. King's charismatic speeches,
whenever possible. Thank God we have these recordings.

Change comes over culture like a slow, pacific wave,
washing us clean of our troubled and divided history,
and offering us a chance toward UNITY.

untitled color. not green

© KatYa Mills

i encounter someone
or something
and we change (je crois)

i will not go out today
i like who i am
why would i change?
not today

oh the devils
in my head!
blood spat
on hunter green

let me bleach them
with sunshine of my
life. menana

(no images just words convey my)
vivid you
of yesterday

no cream in my coffee
my coffee will be
corrupted by white
sugars and why
would i
do that?

black coffee
you see
helps me remember (ne oublier pas)
who i am

X

i was the one
who told you
i wish you
were never born

i was the one
who suffered by

i was the one
who could not see
the light

i made a hollow
 and lived
in its conceit

darkness

deja vu afterlife

© KatYa


A strange creature this life been
given to this strange creature
is me


i go to my work and don't ask me why i
walk the dubstep until i feel high


then go to my sleep after saying
i love you. after prayers and the fightin'
and arguin' are through


then my belly rumbles and calls
me away. then i go out to play
it's a dream

then i am hurt then
awaken. a
dream


some emotional wave comes over and
leaves me on a sandbar
resigned. looking back trying to remember the
feeling


how strange to become so
independent. the freedom is almost
obscured


how strange the day come
to be no longer seen and no
longer heard

and then to be part of
a deja vu after life. after
dying


strange nights follow
strange days and all i wanna wear is black
in the day white in the night and let my fears go die
of the fright