PAIN IS A BORDER


I never thought I would see
A ku klux klan migra prostrate
Before my Japanese car

Prostrations are the same
All over the world

I submit and it hurts
But it supposed to hurt

Pain is a border

A borderline of gifts
For those who
Fall asleep on
Invisible congregations

Sleeping
Waiting to be awaken
By His word

Sleeping
But listening
Always listening
For the instructions
Of the Son of
The Man

Sleeping
While they
Defame you
And you pretend
You are not listening

Sleeping
Not waiting
To be kissed
Or to be fucked
Because you are
Too tired anyways
And that’s why
You are sleeping

Sleeping
With you eyes open
When beauty is present

Sleeping
With your eyes closed
When folly
Is around you

Sleeping
Always pretending
To rest
But you know
Only the end
Gives true rest

Sleeping
As you win

Sleeping
As you lose

Sleeping
Together wanting
To ignite some-meaning
Left & forgotten
Present but hidden

Sleeping
On a rocky road
A dusty path
Right there
On the footprints
Of the poor