If I Was President… Wyclef Jean… always says it best

This one is appropriate for the time of year it is. Wyclef Jean, always comin’ with some realness – one of my favorite MC’s because when he opens his mouth, it’s always for a purpose and with a point. If I was president yall…. enjoy!

Why… a musing by me

Daily,
I’m reminded,
beauty is in most things
we just have to find it.

Take gifts as they come and realize
the blessings buried under that that
is heavy and shoulder bearing,
I can’t always carry, the load….

But I remind myself that I am not:

much different from you,
from them,
those wondering, while wandering and
waiting for something to find them…

The kid in the back of the class
contemplating the distance from one side
to the other of his wrist.
The woman whose teeth cringe, at the sight
of breakfast because dinner was left behind
the door of the bathroom and still witnessed in the mirror.
here, is where I find resolve – strength in realizing I’m not alone,
as they feel – and I wish they didn’t – so this is for that kid:

wearing circles in the grass on the playground because
nobody wants to play ball, or pick him.
this is for the little girl who knows she’s ok
but every time another girl looks at her a certain way,
she feels different.  This is for difference – because
there’s not much between you and I, us and them,
but we don’t let each other in – This is me knocking.

Answer if you wanna, perhaps I’ll find myself on the
other side as well,
this is a testimony – not everyone always has everything
figured out -
our four chambers that drive us
don’t always have the pumping proof as to what
we’re all about. 

This is me taking the wheel – owning how I feel,
and you should to, this one’s for you:

The secretary who should’ve been a doctor
The boy who wants, but doesn’t know how to be a father
This is for the daughters.
For the smoke that finds itself some sky
For the stars that don’t want to be found
and for the dust we leave behind.

This is for today
This is for tonight.

This… is why I write.

*Day 11 of 365 poems inna year

John Mayer… for your morning

Yes… you read it right… I like a little Mayer, people! Neon is one of my favorite songs of all time, to sit back and LISTEN to. He is a lyricist too… at least that’s my opinion – and here is one of the tracks I like best. buzz away… enjoy!

Just Sayin… a bday musing by me…

Damn,
how’d it get itself all in a huff,
kicked up dust
worn thin,
why is life always in a rush?

28 years, and looking back
at life in a rear view mirror
I can’t quite make out the dust
cloud I came out of…. 

I’m just sayin’… 

Perhaps it ain’t for me to understand right now
perhaps it’s never to be figured out,
and I’m ok with considering life an anomaly
not one to be considered alongside those
referred to commonly,
simple jack of many trades,
but my own face in the crowd
and voice in it too
excepting myself from most if not all of the rules -I’m just sayin’…

I don’t know who I am
never quite figured it out
from the little boy who wouldn’t shut up
to the man who still won’t,
and now I have a microphone…?

 

Shit, good luck!
I’m crossed fingers too.
I’m sun burnt and
black and blue.
I am as much from me
as what I cause you to see in you.
I am from you too.

 

I’m just sayin’…

 

We’re all just bones and blood
arguments
and bullshit aside,
we are all really just  – love.
and life, well
she is always in a rush,
so sit her down – tell her to take a breather
it ain’t all gonna be figured out today
and that I’m not uncomfortable with either.

because,
I’m really just a question
not searching for an answer,
I’m serving a sentence
period
and always writing a new chapter,
not necessarily determined on the ever after,
I’m here now –

dust cloud, dirty
and smiling,
twenty-eight years long in this chest
I reside in,
and this heart still beats for you – for me, and anyone
who needs it to…

I’m just sayin’…

 

 

 *Day 10 of 365 poems inna year

Typical Cats… for today…a good day

Here is the Thin Red Line, by Typical Cats. These guys remind me of my beginnings with poetry… the first years, traveling, slamming, competing, and loving like crazy, this new fun family I’d found. We’ve now been together 11 years, poetry and I – on days like today, 28 years into this life, on my day of birth, I think about the re-birth, the saved life, the finding of myself – poetry was responsible, today it is poetry, family, and  life that I am thankful for – thank all of you!

enjoy…

Aaliyah ft. Slick Rick… go figure, soak this one up

Check this jam out… LOVE IT and just found it!

IPA – an I’ll Drink To That Haiku…..

It was a good show
I left half of my stuff there
Damn you, IPA!

There’s a little IllDrinkToThat Haiku for you today – on the heels of a successful show at Tractor Brewery, where upon leaving, and waking up this morning, I realized, half the equipment I came with, I left behind…. happens when IPA is involved.. LOL have a good day yall – oh and cross your fingers my stuff is still there!

*Day 9 of 365 poems inna year