As you read this, know that I am being punished by the govt for writing Live From Death Row, and for writing these very words. Indeed, I've been punished by the United States govt for my writings since I was fifteen years of age- but I've kept on writing. YOU KEEP ON READING
....Mumia Abu Jamal, Excerpt from Death Blossoms
From the pits of a cold hard reality grows the most valuable of lives. And likewise from fields of magnolias, sundresses and lemonade can escape the most wretched in spirit.
I saunter the earth, easily inspired w/ eyes gazing at possibility. Energizing stress-lined limbs, sentenced to in-futility, with a Polaroid of their own futures.
There is nowhere I wont travel for love. Yet, I have been in equal pursuit of destruction. If you haven't tasted the night air on the brink of beef, you may not be suited nor booted for the discussion....
Some dance around hurt. I chase it, create it. Drag my loved ones through the mud, brace em for the FALL, so its no surprise we can ALL say that we made it....Shit I don' been through some things, you would've sworn I'D ALREADY BEEN HERE, see I do know some things....After the blood and tears I only remember the smiles plastered on their faces. I can say I learned more from my time in service than how to march single file to a cadence.
Never met a strong arm that's gone w/o the pleasure of wrestling for its owners life. Fighting for your life literally or figuratively; is the only way to ever taste that which is so often written about, and then squandered so miserably.
I prefer to house-hunt on the same edge I was born on...If it's easy, I don't want it. I'd rather dwell in a mud hut of my own sweat, than rent in a penthouse of injustice.
Welcome to the House of Pain
Where the sores
Compromise the pores
but still the able bodied chore
and the old bones still
young-at-heart nod off
And their young.... snore.
Each breath releasing the
wisdom from the ones that came before...
How many ways can we GO GREEN! Wheres the campaign to Recycle Knowledge.
Purpose gives way to the most gratifying adventures. Im grateful that I am living to tell about it. Airports have become a home away from home. Check my itinerary, a multi-stop excursion in truth. I may find myself behind a keyboard for hours or in front diaphragm let loose from the diaphragm inside of a booth.
If you wish to know me, don't ask me what I am. I can more accurately describe what I am not. A strange plot with twists and turns, a perfectly rolled doobie stashed inside of dread knots...Geez its loud in here! Writers write, Smokers smoke. What else is knew
As God is:
It's so difficult to put life's moments into perspective, as you're living them. Whether you're at your best or been better, honor the pact between you and the "One" witnessing....
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