Come

travelling to destinations
we constantly evolve our embattled souls…

soon destined to be mantled
as bachelors of promise masters of circumstance doctors of fate.

these titles are not earned by being sedate
but rather eye-awake face-to-face
to the blinding pain of the day and the loneliness of night

we immerse ourselves into the traditions of the past of the present
making our minds a gift
for the tower to open and mold
abstract arguments into lines of lucidity
deftly hiding the emotions within each word we write

this academic alchemy doesn’t defy mere understanding…
it produces through our sheer will and determination in the midst of all….

we are the truth tellers human healers didactic decoders
coming from a line of descendants who took different journeys in life

but their destinations our destinations are still the same.


full of promise.

full of uncertainty.

full of darkness.



Come.

we have a new world to illuminate.

black stars

moors of night,
illuminated by God's moonlight,
now dip themselves crimson red.



no substance left to fuel its insides,
we kill supernovas of the past.



i can see fading ribbons of blood in the sky:
of malcolm. of martin. of medgar.



we are a beam of bright masquerades
searching for the birth of the new star.