~ Every Day ~

“Why doesn’t somebody do something?”

People are doing things. Every day.
People are fighting good fights every day. People are upset, overjoyed, surprised, overwhelmed and born every day.

People fall in love, eat at new restaurants, empty the garbage, listen to the radio in traffic, and die every day.

People leave jobs and start new ones every day. Baggage, literally and metaphorically, gets lost every day. Somewhere it’s too hot or too cold every day. Kids have birthday parties every day. We’re all slopping through the muck of past mistakes, and dealing with information at an alarming rate.

We are all hoping for a better existence. It’s just that we have such differing views on how to get there. People are serving and giving, listening and preparing, hugging and lending every day.

There are helpers in every corner of the world. There are just as many beautiful and tragic stories happening right now in boarded up projects AND gated communities. There are battles being fought every moment of every day. We can choose to ignore that, or we can take up arms and letters for the sake of the sacred. Will you join me?

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Three Fold

And the poet can appreciate all three.
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To those

To the grinders that give reminders of what those diviners have been trying to do this whole time. To make music. To tell stories. To change lives. To aid the world somehow. To those who seek movement, purpose, meaning, truth, and authenticity over fame. To those who will never have a known name. To those good enough to play the game, and also good enough not to. To those who daily move mountains for an audience of one.

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Of Light

We celebrate festivals across the days and nights of our lives. We light up the sky, bearing witness to the miracles with our eyes. The new beginnings marked by eights establish how the spirit survives. The provision which always arrives on time bolsters our tries to draw closer. To draw higher up, deeper in, and be present in this moment of gratitude.

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After and Before

The same saying “May you live in interesting times.” can be attributed as being both an ancient curse, and an ancient blessing. May simple verse be enough for complicated times. May the sharing we provide with each other be enough for interesting ones.

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Tease the Season

With a biting cold outside, @lavish.vaudeville gave the audience of ‘Tease the Season’ a show to warm them from the inside and soothe any holiday worries they might have had coming through the door. With a cast of fourteen lively singers and dancers performing a set list of 22 individually choreographed and costumes numbers, there was a little something for everyone who completely packed @thelibraryreno last night!

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Don’t mix the next Lavish show (same awesome venue) on February 16th, 2019!

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Special ‘Thank You’ to The Library Taphouse and Hookah Lounge, West Muller, LDTA, Ted Moore, Fireball, Tuaca, and Sazerac.

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‘MANCHILD IN THE DEMOLISHED LAND’

(for Donald and so many as an homage to Claude Brown)

Sitting by the kerosene lamp with the charred wick, deep in the woods of Rhode Island, those boys listened to stories that transported them far from their deepest wounds, while somehow, magically, facing themselves in the mirror, and adjusting to what they saw.

Some men appear to near beseechable

if it was for the sake of something ultimately

important to them.

Some men are reachable before it’s too late

for it’s only a matter of when.

All men are teachable, the tricky part being

who or what is the teacher.

For when children become men, they adopt

their worldly features.

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So when this beat stirs

and the meet and greet blurs your perspective

And those who seem to flourish from doing

the opposite of the ways in

which you were directed,

have never yet been checked with

ethics and eclectic cleft chins,

you’re left with a nation divided

between hoping the right wins

and hoping the left wins.

As was intended by those with the keys

to the gold, for he who holds the gold

makes the rules. Perhaps that wasn’t

the golden rule you learned

sitting in class back at school.

For he who holds the gold

holds the keys to the kingdom.

They’ll offer you the keys if you pay

and say please, but then Lo and

behold they don’t have the keys,

at least not a spare to share with thee

because they forgot to bring them.

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So men raising children who will become men,

you hold the keys, and it’s only a matter of when.

And women, you’re in charge of the men, we’ve

started enough wars, blown off enough doors,

in too many cases left you with the shared chores,

and lusted after women we would later label whores.

We’re all sorts of fucked up, and we’re all sorts of

yours.And I’m sorry simply because we’re better

at brute force, that we’re all too often in charge

even though you’ve always had stronger cores.

The rain pours and down the drain goes

this pain of yours, which you can no longer coerce.

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We must choose to break vicious cycles,

and become the brightest guiding stars.

We’re allowing our communities to be divided

rioted, disingenuously quieted, and chided,

when they should be lighted.

Too much time causing wrongs

when they should be righted.

Too many things we can’t seem to stop fighting

though we can’t win when we fight it.

So perhaps it’s time to wake from our naps

and be good chaps who rap about the truth

and what is inside that is worth being

excited—-about, because for a while

we try to smile, we’re alive and out loud.

But every single human has done things

of which they’re not proud.

Every single human has barked at the crowd,

so with every remark, leave a spark, at least

where it is dared and allowed.

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Is a man intelligent,

or is he wise?

There’s enough brute force and intelligence gone wrong,

regardless of intention or tries.

Now a wise man can become so,

by first being open to his faults,

unpunished verbal, physical, and emotional assaults,

commitment somersaults,

demons locked in vaults,

and hidden affinities for the alts.

Neither being light not salt,

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we can choose to be what we wish there were more of,

create the desired world anew, just so we can explore one.

One breath, one conversation, one helping hand at a time.

One life, and one death, begin within these three minute increments

of rhyme.

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