It's Tuesday...What's your story?

I sit on a man's back, choking him and making him carry me, and yet assure myself and others that I am very sorry for him and wish to ease his lot by all possible means - except by getting off his back. 

- Leo Tolstoy 

The struggle for our imagination has become a matter of life and death. Our world hangs in the balance of our ideas. the pendulum swinging slow, signs that we are losing our breath.

So, what’s your story....

My grandmother

Would spell to me

Every time I misbehaved

S-H-A-M-E, 

....SHAME!!!!!!!

Or would sing to me at work

Whether or not 

she was having a good day

Spelling Bee

Worker Bee

The diet was always honey 

So life was sweet either way

She would bake cakes 

Into animal shapes 

To celebrate 

the day I was born

Or decorate 

my slacks 

W/ switches 

from a tree out back

When me and my mates

Were out late...

playing soccer for way too long

And this was my 1st slice of Heaven.

If this is what they call the 3rd World, there's something funny about this dish, bring me back a New World Order. Cause nothing looks good on a menu, where Kings are turned into sheep for the slaughter.  

And though God has always had a most interesting sense of humor, there is nothing funny about this place.... 

Luckily, 

my Father was a 

unintentional prophet.

Better yet a silent poet

See he just didn’t know it

Thank God for

15 hour shifts 

In yellow cabs

In checkered cabs

In Gold coast cabs

In a city, where it

get’s so windy

One gust could 

blow

your chance

And he tried to take

out his camera

But life is

Moved too damn fast

So he tried 

freeze framing

a smile

But the model

Was a movie 

that loved to

Point and laugh

....Like

Somebody’s sick 

Dark Twisted idea 

of a Fantasy

Where what you have 

is not enough

And its the end of the world

To have it rough

So if you play your cards right

You can make it 

To the top

On a hand 

That’s just a bluff

W/ Insult to injury

Just to let you know

They dont give a fucc

They put it in those

Plastic trays

And feed it 

To our children

And offer it as "free lunch"

A true enemy 

rigs the odds

A winner

before he plays, 

We’ve been beaten to the punch, my friends

Before we learned the rules of the game

Reporting live from prison radio, Free Mumia  is all I have to say. You aint ready for the world tomorrow, if you can’t deal with the U.S.A. Today.........

--Life is a cypher, thank you for your eyes

*peace 2 the heart from the heart