KEPT ON WITH MY KEEP – KEEPIN ON
Dedicated to Tatu Mike
While writing to right wrongs
Sittin Back, I’ve sat back with my seatback and tray table upright all night
Red eye international flight
Heights I’ve reached high
I’ve said hi to hell low
Action in noun
The verb is to flow
Traveling, I’ve traveled my travels
Revealing what raveling unravels
Self, by myself but stealth
Like wealth in health
Kept creepin with my keep
So long have I longed for belonging
Belonging becomes longing before long.
WE WILL BE PIRATES
We will emerge from distinct forms of existence and claim the world as our territory. Our flag will fly parallel to the sails that straddle the winds of change.
We will be pirates.
We will break free from pre-installed routines, we will discover new options. We will ask of ourselves what to do. We will be pirates.
Whether alone or in groups we will navigate the terms of self sufficiency, we will stand perched on the starboard side of change. We will not stop until our dreams is as real as solid land upon the horizon. We will be pirates.
We will take freely and drink deeply of cultures past. We shall stand upon the strengths of cultures lost. We shall discard the garbage of culture present. The future will be ours and we will be pirates.
We will dissect the ingredients of identity. We will watch as boarders crumble and walls fall. We will walk upon this earth as nomads, we will write upon the page as soldiers, and we will topple the regimes as boulders. we will be pirates.
We will fight, we will not fight for any government, our cannons will not fire for any nation, we will fight for ourselves to be ourselves. we will be pirates.
We shall rob of your lies for truth, we will burn down your structures of hate, and we will loot your past for our future, we will be pirates
I HAVE RAISED MY SAILS
Writing isn’t about pleasing someone else.
Writing is about fulfilling one’s own needs, by reciting one’s own doubts.
Words are not the lifeblood of a writer spilled upon the page
Writing is the wound
Writing is the soul escaping through the flesh
Writing is pain, writing is sorrow
Writing is today without the hope of tomorrow.
Writing is the reflection
Writing is projection
Writing sets the mind free, aside from the bodies rejection.
Writing is the execution of the mind
Writing is the dissolution we find
writing is the only thing that’s mine.
I Totally Love Myself,
But You Are Hate Sick.
THE WORD AND POWER
THREE THINGS OF BEAUTY
1. The beauty of women is what drives me to drink
2. The beauty of the bottle is what inspires me to think
3. The beauty of thought is why the first thing I forgot