Urban and narative poetry, vbog, personal journal
What change, big or small, would you like your blog to make in the world?
To raise awareness about problems concerning civil liberty, poverty and empowerment.
I don’t think enough is being done about these issues, especially in the United States.
Civil liberty and economic empowerment should be basic rights.
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I seemed to have developed a bad habit of looking gifted horses in the mouth.
BTW, have any of you spoken to a Trojan lately?
Well, I found an apartment in downtown San Diego…..
it’s a cockroach infested 125 sqft space missing the tub I needed, which management refused to let me inspect before signing the lease.
Yeah, I’m a little upset, but then at least I’m not homeless.
(But for two months and a week, I was, sleeping in Balboa Park, my first week spent as a rain barrel….)
The horse’s mouth I look into now is our society and culture, and wonder where is the justice.
Soulmates, allies
or enemies:
They all look alike
under the skin
And
carry no visible
weapons.
Don’t like being
unevenly yoked,
I pull myself.
The attraction is real,
but I pretend they
are not there.
I’ve been here
before
and I
don’t
want
to play anymore.
All I want
is the
exit door.
I was high above the
mountains
when I heard
the
(*pop*).
I threw out
my Mercedes,
and
My jeweled
Rolex
And still I
went
down.
I didn’t want to
freeze up
there,
So I threw
out
some more.
Over the
side,
over deserts
I dumped
my furs.
I landed in
Ocean.
I couldn’t swim,
letting go
My ego,
and felt….
Buoyant.
Billion of years ago,
A thing crawled from
an ocean,
Because there was
nothing left
for it to eat.
It ate everything
on the beach,
then crawled
into
a nearby forrest
And ate,
and ate,
even
the
tiny
furry
brown
things got
eaten,
Until the lands
became
a desert.
With nothing
left,
It crawled
up
A
mountain,
Died
and
became
extinct….
I don’t believe
in Jesus,
even he were real
I will not follow him,
Or his sisters and
brothers.
They’re just evil,
even when wearing
a dress.
Ditto for heaven and hell.
But I do have faith
In myself,
And the goodness found
in humanity
and a
mystery called
the afterlife.
Do I care
about
individual
grains of
sand?
Humanity and
human knowledge
Is said
to be vast,
but
Is
no
larger
than a
grain
of sand.
For all your
glory
you are
nothing
human.
Myself included.
Of course….
Can you anyone
Win against mother nature?
Just when you
righted yer’ rudder,
A freakish wave cums
through,
Doing what you’ve
Done:
Ride along.
Ah, well….
If you don’t succeed….
I don’t know how
Many times I’ve met
my dancer.
I didn’t go
to my school
prom,
so didn’t die
in the fire
the night….
I think I
saw him
in the eyes
of a
twelve year old
Black boy
with a
.38,
HIV at age 24,
gone in
six months.
And as I age,
That dance date gets
Closer….
Have noticed more teams pulling up roots to live in another city that’s a more lucrative market?
For instance, I live in San Diego, which was once the home of the San Diego Chargers, who now base themselves in LA.
Funny, that Detroit teams and fans stay faithful to each other, and Detroit.
God I miss snow….
Liferaft in the Abyss