Freestyling Done Proper
Start the weekend right by taking a journey back to hip-hop’s roots, the classic art of the freestyle. Many have touched the mic but few have left spectators in awe.
Poetry
Hit the Line, Hit the Ground
I never really liked you
Because I wanted you to be
More than you could be
For you..
For me..
Curtain calls & Wallstreet drives
The force that weighs us down
Sizing where I left you
Hit the line
Hit the ground
We PUSH and PULL and DRIVE and CHASE
Empty paper
Infected dreams
And’ll never know the name the game
The silence behind the scream
“Dress it up
So they don’t know”
It’s me I see in you
Discontented with the seams
Layers smothering the truth
In time..
Thoughts race,
These feelings laced
Some finish,
Some miss the signs
I left you there
A blank stare
And then began to cry..
“I could’ve said HI a hundred times”
“I should’ve said so much more”
To twist the name
This ‘powerless’ frame
And walked you through the right door
But who am I to play with hands
Too small to grasp the strings
And change the tune of Destiny’s sand
The song you’ll never sing
We PUSH and PULL and DRIVE and CHASE
Empty paper
Infected dreams
And’ll never know the name the game
The silence behind your scream
I never really liked you
Because I wanted you to be
More than you could be
For you..
Like me..
**R.I.P. BILLY**
My Day..
Is swinging from the center of somewhere,
nowhere yet everywhere at once.
Worlds colliding and forming anew:
Dense awareness: an intricacy subdividing my focus and labeling such things ‘distraction’.
BRIGHT LIGHTS!
“Distraction from what?” I ask.
From the moment’s task?
From where my feet are basking in the Sun I do not feel in such a state?
Which at any given moment
May or may not be in alignment with where my mind says I should be these daze.
Of which course, could or could not be relatively accurate.
A hazed maze of useless searching when the STONE is right within reach,
SILENCE lacing this Illusion of Should;
“DON’T PUSH THE RED BUTTON!!!”
Too simple for a complex soul like me.
Right and wrong, in and out, here and there..
With all this chatter..
Wherever here is, is definitely where I am not.
“Presence”, says the mere whisper in my ear.
“Now shhhhh, repeat after me.”
“My mind is quite now…”
Classic Movie Scene: “Almost Famous”
Check out this clip from the classic movie “Almost Famous”. The scene reminds me of The Power of Music, The Power of a Moment, The Power of Capturing a Vibe.
Dear Keeper
A writing I enjoyed, pass it on.
Dear Keeper,
I grew up in the 40′s/50′s with practical parents. A mother, God love her, who washed aluminum foil after she cooked in it, then reused it. She was the original recycle queen, before they had a name for it… A father who was happier fixing old shoes than buying new ones.
Their marriage was good, their dreams focused. Their best friends lived barely a wave away. I can see them now, Dad in trousers, tee shirt and a hat, and Mom in a house dress, broom in one hand and dish-towel in the other.
It was the time for fixing things. A curtain rod, the kitchen radio, screen door, the oven door, the hem in a dress, things we keep.
It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy. All that re-fixing, eating, renewing, I wanted just once to be wasteful. Waste meant affluence. Throwing things away meant you knew there’d always be more.
But then my mother died, and on that clear summer’s night, in the warmth of the hospital room, I was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn’t any more.
Sometimes, what we care about most gets all used up and goes away…never to return. So… While we have it.. it’s best we love it… And care for it…. And fix it when it’s broken…. And heal it when it’s sick.
This is true… for marriage…. and old cars… and children with bad report cards…..good friends or the good people we work with….. dogs and cats with bad hips… and aging parents and grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it. Some things we keep. Like a best friend that moved away or a classmate we grew up with.
There are just some things that make life important, like people we know who are special….. And so, we keep them close!
I received this from someone who thinks I am a ‘keeper’, so I’ve sent it to the people I think of in the same way. Good friends are like stars… You don’t always see them, but you know they are always there.
Keep them close
- Author Unknown
Sacred Thought
It’s sacred thought: where two souls come together to play beyond the shallow waters of before. No permission, inhibition. It’s Tantra, a school of gifts and grace, tainting the programming of yesterday, with passion filled rope tying my faith with hope.
Silence.
Take me down.
LOUD.
I hold no expectations of you to stay. Patiently…paint my body with your every curiosity and fantasy. I’ll be your playmate. It’s my first time too. 17, in a dense dream of Unknown, anticipation, true. On the floor I lay, where you placed me. Where you threw me down into a sound of shyness: my foreplay. Where my fire can only be tamed with red silk ribbon unforgiven. Take it in hand: my love. Tie my control down and place the lace over my sight so I can but sense the anticipation of your intent, your breath, your sweat, as the power of submitted powerlessness fills the sphere of you and I. Where we are but a service to one another, erotic gain, pleasured pain as I drip with vulnerability into my lace panties.
Do you know what you want,
Will you still,
What it when it comes?
Do you know what you want,
Will you still,
What it when I come?
You’ve earned THE PASS, the safe words, my trust.
My body: your toy, an eloquent piece of art where the only rule is: communication-in words, in the space in between breath; where the seems of trust begin and end. Take me down into the cells that bleed your melody riddling my aura with your chemistry…with me.. On top of the counter…outside in the rain, on the beach…in any secret place we can find
..To play..
..I’m open…
..Let them watch.
