If i could describe
in a few words
why i do what i do

the way i say it
might sound a little different
but i think it would be basically
the same as you

i guess its like
im attracted to the refracted
light i see out of the corner of my eye

i follow its flicker
until the feeling gets thicker
and suddenly im deep in my dialogue

writing for who knows long
lost in a timeless fog
i am simmering on sentences

delighting in the fragrance
of ideas coming to life
its like my wings finding flight
its like my favorite part of life

its mostly pleasure
its sometimes pain
its like giving birth
inside my brain

its like im catching on fire
like im elevating higher
like the situations dire
like im fully inspired

maybe its madness
but im like 100% sure
that the world has to have this
and i think thats what attracted
innovators across space and time

to be bold and brash
with their designs
or to overcome obstacles
when like everything was impossible

like in the early 1900s when
a newspaper said
man will never fly, and if
he does, he wont be from dayton

enter stage right two brothers
from ohio who took those
words and slayed them
created the birth of an ariel age then

forging a narrative
with the belief it was
imperative to take the
word as it was

and shape it into something new
to laugh in the face
of what they were told
people couldnt do

and with a single minded emphasis
of mastering all the dimensions
of a lateral movement of wingspans
the drew it- inspiration from what
was already in place

birds and their movement
mixed with energy space and fusion
they just kinda figured out how to do it

or like madame cj walker who became
america's first
self made millionaire
by creating a product
fit for a curly
queens hair
by keen observation
this girl rocked the nation
we need to give her a standing ovation
this woman watched her profit skyrockt
by recognizing the need of an underserved pocket
she was like a hair product prophet

and of course
the pioneering physicist
who detected minor differences
in the way the energy of a center cell sits
how it spontaneously swerves
then sways then shifts
we have madame curie to thank for this

isolating radio isotopes
hours in front of a microscope
it's how i know the shape of my bones
x ray vision was her mission
while most lades
were playing bride
he was accepting nobel prizes while
raising kids

to know the thing that nobody knows
to sing the song that nobody sings
to bring the idea that nobody brings
takes a diverse set of brain cells
a diverse set of things

first you must burn
with the questions that light you on fire
like why do some ideas remain in obscurity
while others emerge and make history
with this absurdity

why have some succeeded where
many have failed

why do some lay down while some
take the stairs
in the face of adversity how does one
be prepared

they would tell you with certainty
you have to be gifted and committed
insightful and persistent
and have the audacity to overcome
a completely rigged system

continual experiments are the common
thread in the narrative
perceptive and daring
dusting off your heart
when youre tired of caring

and if we are standing on shoulders and
riding on wings
if knowledge is power
and power is something responsibility brings

then with the focus of hypnosis
let's take this knowledge and
split it up like mitosis

experiencing our innovation
by ourselves
is like addition
but together its multiplication

we are a city with over 17 races
we are a city where people come bc this place is
collaborative in nature
we are movers we are shakers
we are creative and kindly naturesd

if necessity is the mother of invention
give birth to your ideas
with the intention
of creating new worlds
for others to step in

present your glass ceiling with a weapon

be a boundary braker a trouble maker
let your ideas marinate and savor
whatever your particular flavor

you are welcome at the table

make we all have the courage
tenacity and support to be
history makers

I know a prophet
and her name is winter
i know shes a prophet
b/c she speaks to me of
things to come
and she is accurate
yet restrained

she speaks to me of spring
whispers of warm and petaled things
and im left aware yet wondering
how i can sense what future brings
and and at the same time feel like
im remembering

because winter she is
accurately elegant
no doubt shes intelligent
but i ache to know where
the colors went
and i guess thats where
the rubber meets the road
when all my branches are exposed
and i dont always like the things i know

and in winter i ache and my brittle
bones break and it seems my sealed fate
is buried under layers of coldness + chaos
and this stillness feels like an unproductive illness
growing and growing inside of me
and i cant detect the things i long to see

but then i know a prophet
and her name is spring
i know shes a prophet
because she speaks to me
of things to come and she is
accurate and alive

she starts as a distant melody
than becomes a full blown symphony
she blossoms and buds inside of me
giving life to things i could not see when
the winter had its hold on me
and i wonder how i lacked belief
that what was spoken as seed
was bound to bloom
inevitably

she shouts forth what was dormant
i took a breath she performs it
and what lies before me is glorious
she reminds me that i can love again
that i can withstand the storms
of winter winds
and oh how this warmth feels different
than the season before

but then i know a prophet
and her name is summer
i know shes a prophet
because she speaks to me of things to come
and she is accurate and shes bright

and im enchanted by the summer
im a warm and vibrant lover
she reminds me to believe
that expectations
can be exceeded
and that the warmth i craved and needed
took a plowshares touch
and as it skillfully weeded
my abundance grew high

but like all things must end
my abundance began to die

bc i know a prophet
and her name is autumn
i know shes prophet bc
shes accurate
yet shes hushed

and in autumn
the feelings that arent quite forgotten
turn to amber and gold
and theres a part of me that knows
that its all about to die
but i dont feel burned by the
how when where or why

and as i'm surrounded by the glory
of the autumn colors story
and the clear and crystal sky

i know an observant quiet
grateful heart feels like the appropriate reply

in the same way the silence speaks
of things that are vast and impossibly deep
for our minds to comprehend
i think the season changing is a long awaited friend

bc the sentences between seasons
are not silent theyre more like breathing
as we inhale the future
and exhale the past

and i think the way the seasons
change sounds almost exactly
the same as the dusk that turns
to dawn or of the night that
turns to day
its impossible to hear the sound
but its impossible to ignore the resulting change

and even the utterances
of my heart may sound like
theyre silent to the naked ear
may sound inaudible
impossibly + positively uclear
but i think that theres a message here

b/c even a revolution
starts in silence
by a heart thats taken note
even a revolution starts in silence
before words are even spoke

b/c even a revolution
starts in silence
by a heart thats taken note
even a revolution starts in silence
before words are even spoke

and im not saying uprisings and violence
are the sole manifestations of defiance

b/c even a revolution
starts in silence
by a heart thats taken note
even a revolution starts in silence
before words are even spoke

and i think the same way the words we
store up or think on or pray
can have an affect on the way the season change

like
will winter be contdeming or confictiong
will springtime be distracting or uplifting
will summer be maddening or significant
with autumn be mundate or refreshingly different
is not determined by seasons past
but rather by words we speak in silence
chance of acquisition
Prophet
make we all have the courage
tenacity and support to be
history makers