A What If..

A What If..

  what happens when yo poetry don’t sound like nobody else’s? when you don’t go into “poetry speak” before you begin? what happens when your poetry sounds like your song, and your songs sound like your speech and your speech sounds...

The Soul of a Dream..given form and made flesh..

I cannot remember the last time I felt so hopelessly unequipped to adequately express the enormity of that which is running through me in this moment.. Every now and again, and I must admit that with me it’s more often than not, I see or experience something...

9/11/2013

Twelve years ago today several thousand people dropped their bodies and left this plane [joyful journey I wish to those spirits] .. we [meaning this country] proceeded to go overseas and bomb the HELL outtuv an entire country in retaliation, then went on to wage war...

Because there are DreamKillers..

This is why  I do what I do this is why I am who I am this is why I SHINE the way I shine BLAZE the way I blaze.. because this world will kill its’ dreamers. these societies will taint their dreams we must NEVER allow our dreams to be tainted we must not allow...