nothing was ever

The loneliest days,   

damp and indistinct,   

sea and land a haze.   

And purple fog horns   

blossomed over tides 

bruises being born   

in silence, so slow,   

so out there, around,   

above and below.   

In such hurts of sound   

the known world became   

neither flat nor round.   

The steaming tea pot   

was all we fathomed   

of   is and   is not .   

The hours were hallways   

with doors at the ends   

opened into days   

fading into night   

and the scattering   

particles of light.   

Nothing was done then.   

Nothing was ever   

done. Then it was done.

~ David Mason

I believe in living. I believe in the spectrum of Beta days and Gamma people. I believe in sunshine. In windmills and waterfalls, tricycles and rocking chairs. And i believe that seeds grow into sprouts. And sprouts grow into trees. I believe in the magic of the hands. And in the wisdom of the eyes. I believe in rain and tears. And in the blood of infinity. I believe in life. And i have seen the death parade march through the torso of the earth, sculpting mud bodies in its path. I have seen the destruction of the daylight, and seen bloodthirsty maggots prayed to and saluted. I have seen the kind become the blind and the blind become the bind in one easy lesson. I have walked on cut glass. I have eaten crow and blunder bread and breathed the stench of indifference. I have been locked by the lawless. Handcuffed by the haters. Gagged by the greedy. And, if i know any thing at all, it’s that a wall is just a wall and nothing more at all. It can be broken down. I believe in living. I believe in birth. I believe in the sweat of love and in the fire of truth. And i believe that a lost ship, steered by tired, seasick sailors, can still be guided home to port.

~ Shakur Assata