Just playing with words. . .

Meditative daydreams
Last night, ice cream
Forethought foregone
Loose construction, move on

Say yes, say no
Think quickly, talk slow
Aim high, be still
Cause motion, stay real

Dizzy up, left right
Strange days, take flight
When done, stop that
Fall down, get back

Now hear, say this
We're blessed, fear less
In a second, live long
Read more, my poem

Telephony mobility. . .

I've finally been able to identify a true negative side effect of the mobile phone: Its ability to bring conversations, normally reserved for the privacy of your own home, out into the public for everyone to here. Impatience. Mobile phones so cater to the impatient.

How things appear

It may look to you this way, but its not
Not quite sure of these plans, that I’ve got
Not quite sure of this hand I’ve been dealt
And how I’m gonna divvy out all this wealth

Wealth of knowledge, of self, of being, of creation
Don’t sit back and question my self-identification
I loathe the feel of exasperation just trying to explain myself
When all I have to do is defy thyself

You can sit and call me crazy, but I know different
Wouldn’t know right from wrong if I fell for your nonsense
Silly isn’t it? The way we fall for misconceptions
Like self importance, bejeweled necks and other wealthy deceptions

This time, for real, I’m going to take life back
Give it to its rightful owner and just live like that
Manifest my present, leading up to the next level
Expedite my righteousness ‘til my spirit’s free from the devil

Embody all that my friends and family have taught me to become
Encapsulate their lives until we all exist as one
When my rites of passage finally leads me to the doorstep of death
It is there with great pride I will take my most important, but not final rest

How things appear.

It breathes

Life spans the earth in infinitesimal matter raging across the wind’s back dipping through the earth’s core swallowed by the carioles that pushes and pulls the tides. Day’s end is marked by dust and night’s end is marked by dawn. The roster crows for he knows not the light of day or the light of dusk.

What lives. . .

Do we live? Do we exist? We conceptualize so many other things, could it be possible that we conceptualize our own lives? if I thought that a sharp knife through someone's heart would hurt, then if it happened to me, would I not say ouch as a reaction? What do you think?

What gives. . .

Not me, the capitalist pig I am. I take, and create, and most importantly generate. I generate other human beings, other dollars, other cents. I accumulate like an old dusty attic, never truly inheriting the worth of all that I’ve seen and heard. But making a deposit on history and withdrawing from what I’m to be paid, not what I have saved.

What is. . .

We are not. We are ideas, figments of our own castration that we all have suffered, as we’ve been severed from the innocence we’re only entitled to as children. No gender biases here, just species. Sleeping, eating, fucking, procreating, lactating, sleeping, eating fucking, procreating, lactating. Do I speak in circles? It sure as hell feels like I’m traveling a straight path. History repeats itself, but I won’t!! Instead, I’ll do something blindly similar and repeat after history.

Just remanants. . .

Pieces of a dream deferred, life long belongings, just sitting on the side furled.

Rolex, money clip, Armani suit, Credit cards, what does it mean if you haven’t meant anything to anyone that matters most to you.

I can’t call it. Sometimes I feel like dying. Not because I am depressed. Sometimes I feel like dying just because I’ve been in this life for awhile now. And I’ve yet to figure out what I’m doing here. I know, I know. Time and patience will tell the tale. But I must engulf the treaties that rule my life; the treaties that guide my heart; the treaties that control my thoughts so that I may become through the most high, a servant.

Lord only knows that the true purpose of living is to prepare for an honoree death. To stand for something and mean something to someone other than the woman who gave birth to you, could amount to more than just a stack of memories. Impact. The true metric of existence. How impactful have I been to those I have come into contact with?

Or perhaps, I can remain, just remnants. Just fragments of my own imagination. To believe that I have cultivated a being that is merely here to breathe air and say I have lived nearly 11,000 days with no more to show for it than age lines and gained weight.

Could the sustenance used to maintain my life been better served to someone who could have used it and been more. . .done more? Perhaps. But like most remnants, that fact will lie by the wayside, destined to never mean anything to anyone.

I'm Officially Old. . .

What the hell has happened to our black music today?
Is this the best we can do since the days of Marvin Gaye?

Tired ass basic lyrics over machine created beats
No more love talk, now we just sound like dogs in heat

I remember there was a time I thought I’d never get tired of rap music
Now I’m sick of it and how they take the old great songs and fuse it

So called gangstas and thugs, claiming hard lifestyles a plenty
When most of you have so much money you’ve started your own private companies

Let’s strip it back down, take music where it should be
All this extra, extra ish ain’t really movin’ my feet

All this extra, extra takes us further from just you and me
I can’t tell if you pubbin’ music or just sellin’ pu$$y

Kill this, kill that, don’t need to hear it anymore
We already got a government designed to kill away all our poor

All this madness is so dizzying it’s gonna make me hurl
I ain’t tryin to save the world and no I don’t want your girl

Well maybe I do. . .I want her to put her clothes back on
Get a new job and stop playin the role of sex slave in our songs

And stop showin’ her “stuff” to entertainers and video cameras
Sleazy business manipulators and magazine slanderers

Give me a nice two step against some horns and some drums
A black man crooning about his wife and baby sons

Lyrics about loving humanity and peace on earth
Enlightenment, upliftment, sanity and self-worth

We’ve gotten away from what made us so strong
Disease will take us all away before too long

First our bodies, hearts, minds, souls and so on
Now our music, our life’s soundtrack is next to pass on

Oh well, who knew that some day my music would be worth less than gold
I guess now I can say that Jaramogi Kareem is officially old

This has been a public service announcement. . .

This message was passed on to me from a very good friend named Will McLaurin, on Tuesday, October 19th, 2004. To this day, I have a printout of this statement hanging on the wall close to my monitor so that I can always see it and use for reflection and inspiration. Additionally, it has become my mantra for dealing with friends and family alike. I have patience for all the world, but not for the negativity in it.

I wish to share this message with you all today and hope that you can glean as much from it as I have over the past couple years. If you, too, find it enlightening, then always remember, pay it forward.

"Life is a theatre. Invite your audience carefully. Not everyone is healthy enough to have a front row seat in our lives. There are some people in your life that need to be loved from a distance. It's amazing what you can accomplish when you let go, or at least minimize your time with draining, negative, incompatible, not-going-anywhere relationships/ friendships. Observe the relationships around you. Pay attention. Which ones lift and which ones lean? Which ones encourage and which ones discourage? Which ones are on a path of growth uphill and which ones are going downhill? When you leave certain people, do you feel better or feel worse? Which ones always have drama, or don't really understand, know or appreciate you? The more you seek quality, respect, growth, peace of mind, love and truth around you, the easier it will become for you to decide who gets to sit in the front row and who should be moved to the balcony of your life. You cannot change the people around you. But you can change the people you are around."