You love because you have to
But I love when I choose
For she is not a part of me
And he is not my muse
Don’t tell me how you love me -
For I surely do not you
In fact, I never think about
Those things we used to do
My lion heart is mighty,
He roars yet purrs within
He memorized her gaze
And he often fought with him
And if it isn’t love,
Just what are these pieces - on the floor?
And if I don’t need you,
Why do I want you - more and more?
From within and all around,
Where lightning crashes - I hear the sound
Of domicile and ubiquity,
A force like nature governs me
There is no hope,
When all is lost
Whether it be him,
She, it or naught
You can breathe life into dead things
Make carrion walk and corpses sing
But I still need those
Dirty. Pretty. Things.
Another great #julyfourth #reflective moment. If you aren’t aware of the #kentstate killings and injuries you should google it. Our country decided to open fire on a group of unarmed students in the most middle American of places, Kent, ohio. They protested the country’s role in Vietnam. 13 of them were shot. Four died, including #alisonkrause who was 19. Her sister is a friend of a good friend of mine. Today she helped me learn a little more about the cost of the civil liberties today is supposed to celebrate. #truthisnottheenemy #profound #remember #respect #rip
So, @Chrisrock touched on this to much controversy on #twitter. But the point was missed I think. Fredrick Douglas, one of our countrys’ greatest thinkers (not just black) made these comments to provide perspective, incite change and bring sobering truth to the “celebration.” We should use the 4th to celebrate but also to educate and reflect. It is not so far a leap to celebrate at the same time we are committing grave human and social atrocities. That is not anti-American it is very pro-American. Learning and growing is in the interest of the country. BBQ flag waving and mindless beer drinking (and I love beer) while setting off fire works in a Go America we’re great mentality is actually what doesn’t help. #truthisnottheenemy #learn #profound #americanhistory
It’s that time again! Time for these beautiful poets to speak TRUTH! Please come out and show the youth as much love as they can get! Come to a safe haven for these beautiful beings and hear their wonderful stories. Atlanta Word Works 6th annual youth poetry slam: The FINAL ROUND!!! ^_^ #TURNUH #ARTNOTEGO #GOINPOETS!
ATL people check this out
I am alive.
I am a beast.
Mine is a life.
I am my dream.
So it’s been quite a long time since I finished a new poem in the collection I’ve been working on for about 2 years now. This one has actually been in progress for some time and I just wasn’t inspired to finish it. I discovered recently that the reason was most if not all of my poems are in some way autobiographical as well as therapeutically cathartic. As such, I often need to close the book on the situation, issue, person or event that serves as the inspiration for the poem in order to finish it. I only recently arrived at that place and - right on schedule - I was compelled to finish this piece. Like most of my work it has a pretty common theme and is laced with the requisite amount of esoteric references. Enjoy!
I’d take forty lashes - if but one could come from you
Haphazard with my feelings, I have been, that is true
But there are many forces and - I must release my dove
So I can be the falcon swooping down from up above
If no love’s lost, then venture’s nil and I repeat the pattern
Of all the stars and all the moons I envy only Saturn
Some speak of joy, you speak of pain, but I believe in blood
When mine flows free, then flows no more will you then feel my love?
Eradicate my passion or open up my hearts desire
Of words with petty actions I bore quickly and I tire
The light that used to be is the light that flickers still
I try to shut it down, but can’t seem - to break my will
As we see the future, but without our crystal ball
Perception always differs, but in the end, does darkness fall
I will be your god, for you are - my Agnes
Everything immaculate, even as we both are savage
It’s true, that what burns bright and hot, also dissipates
But ours will be enshrined and glow each time I contemplate
The Midnight Grindshowâ¢ -
Unlock the mysterious secrets of The Midnight Grindshowâ¢ in this epic dark-fantasy, role-playing game.Co-worker’s kick-starter campaign I’m sure he’d love your support. By way of endorsement, he is extremely passionate about this company/game. If the adage about finding your passion and figuring out how to get some one to pay for it is an indicator of future success, he and his partner have got the first part down. You can help him with the second part. The game is definitely “out there” from a creative look and feel standpoint but from what I’ve been privy to it manages to stay firmly within the wheelhouse of first person experiences so it’s not like they’re asking gamers to do something completely foreign and hope it catches on. They’re trying to create something with experiential richness but also that will resonate from a game play and story line perspective as well. There is certainly shock value and a reason to take a look and pay attention which is necessary in the marketplace they wish to enter. Like I said, check it out and support as you wish, he’s a good guy (the one on the left, I don’t know his partner but he’s probably a decent dude too) and I believe he (they) know(s) what he’s(they’re) doing.
The Southern Maine Huskies' wrestling co-captain is a grandpa -
The NCAA doesn’t track athletes by age, but anyone with eligibility remaining can play. This has produced a 59-year-old linebacker and a 73-year-old junior-college basketball player. Now, the Southern Maine Huskies’ co-captain is a grandpa.I went to high school with this guys coach. It is a phenomenally inspiring story. As someone who went back to school in my 30s I found his story particularly inspiring (although I had no athletic aspirations). This guy is amazing and I encourage you to read his story and share it. The Wall Street Journal found it compelling enough to feature.