Monthly Archives: February 2018

Let us love others not just as we wish to be loved, but as they wish to be loved. As they need to be loved. Let us see each other with fresh eyes, beginner’s mind, and an eternal soul. I’m … Continue reading →

~ seams ~ . #poetry #photography #instapics #patterns

Wind swept, chopping current breaking into the cries of the forgotten. When waves press fully on liberty, it may not possess enough internal fortitude to hold up and rise under the weight of doubt and oppression. . #poetry #land #timing … Continue reading →

Bathe in the lyrics, be washed in the flow, be sprayed by hysterics, yet remain in the know. Show the world you’ve been with them from the beginning, fly the W and see who calls. The only hip hop that … Continue reading →

~ markers ~ . Where are the markers we start from, in relation to the roads that we cross? Permanence can give way to cart some of the break evens off as a loss. Part smart and part dumb is … Continue reading →

~ descanso ~ . A moment of rest, at best blessed with a four hour siesta, oh yes! Beside the fire that makes you unafraid to leap at present and dangerous birthday cakes. Rest from the worries of your day. … Continue reading →

~ back when ~ . Back when everything was pen to paper, and dishwasher paychecks weren’t yet spent on compact discs, I’d create my own dj segments of poetry and comic capers, while doing the adolescent version of calculated risks. … Continue reading →

~ Opening Night ~ . We step into the ring to face each other, yet in the end the fight is alone. In cities where brother is pitted against brother, to determine who’ll claim the throne. The tail of the … Continue reading →

~ bandaids ~ . We can put bandaids across our history, and pretend it didn’t happen. We can tell a completely different story, and pay others to stand there clapping. We can have new books written, doctor photos, and deny … Continue reading →

~ reminders ~ . This world will leave its mark on our bodies, and erect statues to the inflicted wounds. So that every time we forgot these wounds existed, we are reminded by the past that looms. The scars may … Continue reading →