One symbol of a penitent conscience is the effort some put toward owning being broken. Accepting fault for yesterday while knowing tomorrow is never too far off to be true to yourself. This poem has new meaning to me as I revisit some psalms that I like and inspire me to do what i need to do to be my brother’s keeper.Read More →
How much more time do we have America?I can’t call it exactly but it’s sure been fun…Sorry, I mean, I wish it would’ve lasted as far as dreams goBut I already got my bags at the doorWaiting on my ride outta hereI’m outta here –WaitingThinking…Waiting on my return trip in the mother shipI’m going home lil homeyCan’t stay here,Wish I could… butYou know it’s been funA real rollercoaster ride–Good times – bad times – sad times –Times up – now I got make my moveComing soon the next big bang Television talking bout “to big too fail”Not to big to fallFalling down the stairs onRead More →
I remember the eightiesAn interesting time, the family well defined byTogetherness.At least in the mind of most producers Unity unlike any time beforeWe grow accustom to an image13 million households a weekYet how true can this be?Read More →
A man will do whatever it takes to survive Runnin Fightin Diverging himself of his pride Standing when he’s told, “It’s wiser to sit.” Does he really have a choice? Is this really how it’s meant to end?Read More →