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barra (a Southern journey cont.)

a poem titled ‘nobody speaks for the self’ (language warning for those sensitive spirits)

I am not the art on a magic bus
I am not the son who under performed
I am not the anger that past enraptures me with
I am not the suffering of a penance I’ve been carrying for years
I am not the human who rapes and pillages this Earth
I am not the asshole who you think I am
I am human
born to make mistakes
and to create
I am the black sheep fleeing the herd
here to be present in this mystical land
to surf the waves the ocean presents
to find my spirit
and to liberate the lies
I am here to experience a simple life
the one I have dreamed of
for most of my life

I am
nobody
in particular
in this place.

fotoMahaloness
-magic bus art c.2011



-from jungle to ocean, the layers peel away the closer I get to her.

day turns night

Super gracias


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