Sunday, December 25, 2011
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Emotions
I have become so emotional
It's a part of life
And it feels so right
Because although I can't feel the blood in my veins
I can feel the tears swell
And wet my face
It's a part of life
And it feels so right
Because although I can't feel the blood in my veins
I can feel the tears swell
And wet my face
Saturday, December 3, 2011
One recent discovery I made about myself.
April 10, 2009
Is that I love myself.
But I don’t love myself.
I believe in love.
I believe in faith.
I believe a narrow truth should not make people narrow-minded.
And too often it does.
People take advantage of grace.
I love grace.
I love love.
Love.
I want to be known in town as a poet.
I only want to be famous to be known as a poet.
Still, the most blessed people take advantage of grace.
I am an idealist.
A realist.
And an optimist.
All at the same time.
I move to beats.
I want to have a groovy sound-maker as my spouse.
I have belief in Yeshua.
Still, I have so many unanswered questions.
It turns into a math equation.
Which is more powerful?
The unbelief or the belief?
It is obvious what is better to cling to.
But people resist living in faith because of fear.
Fear of taking steps of faith.
Fear of the unknown.
The invisible.
And that is why people take out their palette.
Their guitar.
Their clay.
To become in touch with things they cannot touch.
That is why I love ideas.
That is why I love love.
Because I can’t see it.
And at the same time, it keeps me moving.
It is like blood.
Moving through like a river.
Every second I am alive.
And I can’t see it.
But it keeps me alive.
It is underappreciated.
But it is alive, and in it I put my trust.
So, thanks for the invisible.
Thanks for the unseen.
And thanks for fear.
Because it draws me to you.
Is that I love myself.
But I don’t love myself.
I believe in love.
I believe in faith.
I believe a narrow truth should not make people narrow-minded.
And too often it does.
People take advantage of grace.
I love grace.
I love love.
Love.
I want to be known in town as a poet.
I only want to be famous to be known as a poet.
Still, the most blessed people take advantage of grace.
I am an idealist.
A realist.
And an optimist.
All at the same time.
I move to beats.
I want to have a groovy sound-maker as my spouse.
I have belief in Yeshua.
Still, I have so many unanswered questions.
It turns into a math equation.
Which is more powerful?
The unbelief or the belief?
It is obvious what is better to cling to.
But people resist living in faith because of fear.
Fear of taking steps of faith.
Fear of the unknown.
The invisible.
And that is why people take out their palette.
Their guitar.
Their clay.
To become in touch with things they cannot touch.
That is why I love ideas.
That is why I love love.
Because I can’t see it.
And at the same time, it keeps me moving.
It is like blood.
Moving through like a river.
Every second I am alive.
And I can’t see it.
But it keeps me alive.
It is underappreciated.
But it is alive, and in it I put my trust.
So, thanks for the invisible.
Thanks for the unseen.
And thanks for fear.
Because it draws me to you.
humble
January 9, 2010
It humbles me to my knees
You giving me all these things
Sweet memories
You are my King
The song I sing
The bell ring-ring-ring-a-ling
In my heart
Its a start
You and I will never part
The trees
The leaves
The bees
They are all just fantasies
I rejoice in what You've made
It hasn't stayed the same
Its changed
Like me
But I'm more than a memory
You lead me to pleasant pastures
To still waters
Where the river runs
And my soul's relieved
Mischief
Look at all the pain I caused
The dead and lost
And I found place among em
But I cried out to You and You picked me up
You are my Rock
My high Tower
My Deliverer
And even when my mouth is slurred and I can't find the words, You hear
me still
You are the pill
The fire drill
The water to my soul
So with words unheard, heart unuttered, You know me deep
No secrets I could keep
Your Presence's all around
Like a prayer shawl
On the head of a man at the Western Wall
When my heart is cracked
And my brain is whacked
You remain the same
You never change
You love me still
And so I sing,
Ayts khayeem hee' lamakhazeekeem bah v'tomkheha m'ooshar
[A tree of life it (is) to those who take hold of it and happy are those who support it]
The pains I hear
The fullness of fear
The feelings of void and loneliness
If only they tasted Your goodness
Your lovingkindness
Your warm embrace
They would fall on their face
And turn around
Have fulfillment found
For Your Love is life planted in our midst
Complete goodness
Everlasting
And You say, You will never leave us nor forsake us
Oh, my strong Rock
My Sar Shalom
G-d, You are so beautiful
I want to know You more
Not what's in store but just Your Name
Your great Fame
But you bless me still
I'm pouring out tears as I write
Because of your blessings
I ask You, please stop
Don't bless me
I can't handle anymore
I'm already filled to overflow
I'm overwhelmed by Your love
It's too much for my weak heart
When did this start
When I fell for You
But I remember You are the G-d of my youth
You've loved me from the womb
And now I love You back
I am fulfilled
You are the reason that I live
For we must all call into question the reason that we breathe
All You have for me are plans of good
Songs to sing
Your Torah of Love
It's enough to make Gilad Shalit sing
The prisoners' hearts ring
The victims in joy scream
Little boy, you have no idea what's in store
For one day you'll be a man
And the people will clap their hands and rejoice
Like the trees of the field in the last days
For you will be a king
The shofar's tune will ring
And your people will be saved from evil's hand
Justice will stand
And its roots will spread
It will reign in your head
And you'll rejoice
You'll sing for joy
For You will be judged and win
You'll be saved from your sin
Praise the King
The Holy One of Israel
The Bread of Life
Crushing man's pride
And so we sing,
D'rakheha darkhay no-am v'khol n'teevoteha shalom
Hasheevaynoo Adonai elekha v'nashoovah khadesh yamaynoo k'kedem
[Its ways (are) ways of pleasantness and all its paths are peace
Turn us L-rd to you and let us return renew our days as of old]
Ahmeyn.
It humbles me to my knees
You giving me all these things
Sweet memories
You are my King
The song I sing
The bell ring-ring-ring-a-ling
In my heart
Its a start
You and I will never part
The trees
The leaves
The bees
They are all just fantasies
I rejoice in what You've made
It hasn't stayed the same
Its changed
Like me
But I'm more than a memory
You lead me to pleasant pastures
To still waters
Where the river runs
And my soul's relieved
Mischief
Look at all the pain I caused
The dead and lost
And I found place among em
But I cried out to You and You picked me up
You are my Rock
My high Tower
My Deliverer
And even when my mouth is slurred and I can't find the words, You hear
me still
You are the pill
The fire drill
The water to my soul
So with words unheard, heart unuttered, You know me deep
No secrets I could keep
Your Presence's all around
Like a prayer shawl
On the head of a man at the Western Wall
When my heart is cracked
And my brain is whacked
You remain the same
You never change
You love me still
And so I sing,
Ayts khayeem hee' lamakhazeekeem bah v'tomkheha m'ooshar
[A tree of life it (is) to those who take hold of it and happy are those who support it]
The pains I hear
The fullness of fear
The feelings of void and loneliness
If only they tasted Your goodness
Your lovingkindness
Your warm embrace
They would fall on their face
And turn around
Have fulfillment found
For Your Love is life planted in our midst
Complete goodness
Everlasting
And You say, You will never leave us nor forsake us
Oh, my strong Rock
My Sar Shalom
G-d, You are so beautiful
I want to know You more
Not what's in store but just Your Name
Your great Fame
But you bless me still
I'm pouring out tears as I write
Because of your blessings
I ask You, please stop
Don't bless me
I can't handle anymore
I'm already filled to overflow
I'm overwhelmed by Your love
It's too much for my weak heart
When did this start
When I fell for You
But I remember You are the G-d of my youth
You've loved me from the womb
And now I love You back
I am fulfilled
You are the reason that I live
For we must all call into question the reason that we breathe
All You have for me are plans of good
Songs to sing
Your Torah of Love
It's enough to make Gilad Shalit sing
The prisoners' hearts ring
The victims in joy scream
Little boy, you have no idea what's in store
For one day you'll be a man
And the people will clap their hands and rejoice
Like the trees of the field in the last days
For you will be a king
The shofar's tune will ring
And your people will be saved from evil's hand
Justice will stand
And its roots will spread
It will reign in your head
And you'll rejoice
You'll sing for joy
For You will be judged and win
You'll be saved from your sin
Praise the King
The Holy One of Israel
The Bread of Life
Crushing man's pride
And so we sing,
D'rakheha darkhay no-am v'khol n'teevoteha shalom
Hasheevaynoo Adonai elekha v'nashoovah khadesh yamaynoo k'kedem
[Its ways (are) ways of pleasantness and all its paths are peace
Turn us L-rd to you and let us return renew our days as of old]
Ahmeyn.
Wow. This is life.
June 21, 2011
I can feel the pulse through my veins.
Confronting imperfections.
Wrongs.
Past mistakes.
That never seem to go away.
I am walking on a better path.
It is a path of resistance.
Difficult, laborious, requiring all of me, and the nearness or end is not clear.
It surfaces itself again.
I can see it.
Remember it.
And am reminded of it.
I push on.
Towards the light.
Illuminating the darkness in my heart.
Leaving behind the past, disconnecting from the things I have done, and letting it push me forward.
I must be honest with myself.
I have done wrong.
I have the courage to confront my flaws.
And the courage to change them.
There is always the risk of being judged for what I have done.
I have done wrong.
I must struggle on to live out who I am in its purity.
Until there is less struggle.
With reclaimed values, I live on.
I live on.
I can feel the pulse through my veins.
Confronting imperfections.
Wrongs.
Past mistakes.
That never seem to go away.
I am walking on a better path.
It is a path of resistance.
Difficult, laborious, requiring all of me, and the nearness or end is not clear.
It surfaces itself again.
I can see it.
Remember it.
And am reminded of it.
I push on.
Towards the light.
Illuminating the darkness in my heart.
Leaving behind the past, disconnecting from the things I have done, and letting it push me forward.
I must be honest with myself.
I have done wrong.
I have the courage to confront my flaws.
And the courage to change them.
There is always the risk of being judged for what I have done.
I have done wrong.
I must struggle on to live out who I am in its purity.
Until there is less struggle.
With reclaimed values, I live on.
I live on.
Thursday, November 24, 2011
life.death.
Monday, July 18, 2011
life.death.
do they both hang on the same string?
what is this thing
pain and healing
light and darkness
it makes me want to stay inside
avoid the craziness of the world
which is really the craziness of people
we made these problems for ourselves
and nobody else
so we should take the first step and accept responsibility
then ask and live..
G-d light my lamp.
G-d light my darkness.
Teh 18. 29
life.death.
do they both hang on the same string?
what is this thing
pain and healing
light and darkness
it makes me want to stay inside
avoid the craziness of the world
which is really the craziness of people
we made these problems for ourselves
and nobody else
so we should take the first step and accept responsibility
then ask and live..
G-d light my lamp.
G-d light my darkness.
Teh 18. 29
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
My Shortest Poem Cont.
And what is reality?
The fact that we are products of history
At the same time, creating our own history
For arbitrary children to inherit
But the saddest thing is that the history we are making
Is a history of taking
The fact that we are products of history
At the same time, creating our own history
For arbitrary children to inherit
But the saddest thing is that the history we are making
Is a history of taking
My Shortest Poem
One thing
I have realized
lately
is that
when I am low
it is not because
life
has thrown me a blow
that
hard
Rather
it is because I have lost perspective
of reality
I have realized
lately
is that
when I am low
it is not because
life
has thrown me a blow
that
hard
Rather
it is because I have lost perspective
of reality
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Corporate America
Corporate America
Becoming Awake
-
Through the power of the purchase, you are perpetuating systems of injustice, but the corporations say “Trust us.”
And with their fingers crossed behind and profit-maximization on their mind, the workers of the system continue to bleed
Fueled by the modern day food system of greed
No longer is real food in your local grocery store
They are merely edibles, nothing more
These edibles are made for you by the use of modern-day slavery
And yum, do those commodities of coffee, tea, and sugar enable you
And that soy was produced by a boy in the heart of the deforested Amazon
And rainforest deforestation came along with your Bon Bon
You turn on your TV and lies go through the media from the corporations like:
“Good morning processed America, I’m here to take care of ya.
From the cradle to the grave you don’t have to be afraid because we’ve got your coffee grown by an unidentified slave
Next you’ll have your chemically grown fruit that was injected to erect to a size unnatural, but we keep that information from you like it’s casual because there’s no room for social accountability or responsibility in our business model
So go on, drink drink drink from your greenwashed unregulated plastic water bottle
And we, corporate America will keep you going through the day
From the polluted air you breath when you wake to your dinner of factory-farmed steak, to the clothes you wear produced by child slavery, all the way to housing materials obtained from exploitation’s bravery
So that when you go to bed and pull those sheets over your head, you ought to pray to us before you dream
Because our power is all around like being outside and trying to escape the sun beams
Have a great day, people under power
And remember that media, government, and wealth is owned by us every hour.”
Becoming Awake
-
Through the power of the purchase, you are perpetuating systems of injustice, but the corporations say “Trust us.”
And with their fingers crossed behind and profit-maximization on their mind, the workers of the system continue to bleed
Fueled by the modern day food system of greed
No longer is real food in your local grocery store
They are merely edibles, nothing more
These edibles are made for you by the use of modern-day slavery
And yum, do those commodities of coffee, tea, and sugar enable you
And that soy was produced by a boy in the heart of the deforested Amazon
And rainforest deforestation came along with your Bon Bon
You turn on your TV and lies go through the media from the corporations like:
“Good morning processed America, I’m here to take care of ya.
From the cradle to the grave you don’t have to be afraid because we’ve got your coffee grown by an unidentified slave
Next you’ll have your chemically grown fruit that was injected to erect to a size unnatural, but we keep that information from you like it’s casual because there’s no room for social accountability or responsibility in our business model
So go on, drink drink drink from your greenwashed unregulated plastic water bottle
And we, corporate America will keep you going through the day
From the polluted air you breath when you wake to your dinner of factory-farmed steak, to the clothes you wear produced by child slavery, all the way to housing materials obtained from exploitation’s bravery
So that when you go to bed and pull those sheets over your head, you ought to pray to us before you dream
Because our power is all around like being outside and trying to escape the sun beams
Have a great day, people under power
And remember that media, government, and wealth is owned by us every hour.”
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Hood Life 9.27.11
With my efforts of trying to incorporate hood into my life, I live under a hood of painful reflection on being wronged but even in this ditch of forgotten misplaced products of a broken system, life goes on. It goes on... despite the process of the system... that aims to process us.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
City Coffee Love
Yes, I had coffee today
but it's not just the coffee keeping me up
The city is love
and there is love in the city
but it's not just the coffee keeping me up
The city is love
and there is love in the city
Conscience vs convenience
it's just hard to live contrary to the system that aims to have as its slave from birth to death
answer to your conscience, not a system.
answer to your conscience, not a system.
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Home 8.23.11
I am home.
My soul is at rest.
Centered at my best.
My expression is flowing lyrically and I'm glowing inside of me.
Home is where the heart is.
And now I know, it feels like this.
My soul is at rest.
Centered at my best.
My expression is flowing lyrically and I'm glowing inside of me.
Home is where the heart is.
And now I know, it feels like this.
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Reflection 8.21.11
So much in this world is external
I scroll through my facebook
I listen to the news
I look around me and there is an empty plate
A water-bottle
A hat
Aimed at self-protection from environmental harms
This is not bad
But its not enough
Do we take time for reflection?
How much of our body is connected to our soul?
Thats my form of digestion
I scroll through my facebook
I listen to the news
I look around me and there is an empty plate
A water-bottle
A hat
Aimed at self-protection from environmental harms
This is not bad
But its not enough
Do we take time for reflection?
How much of our body is connected to our soul?
Thats my form of digestion
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Union Square @ Nighttime Reflections
Written 8.15.11
The most elitist of the elite
He's the one yelling of conspiracy on the street
Cuz apparently he knows things the government isn't willing to admit
But the one with the bull horn has all the inside grit
Thanks to the internet, testimonies, and some newspapers
Might as well marry a Quaker
That's a commitment to social justice
And the issue on the street is people are yelling "trust us"
Because they know things the government won't admit
And that knowledge is too tempting not to hit
So pop out your eardrums and tune into this situation
The conspiracy theorists will bring you truth through their vocal vibrations
The most elitist of the elite
He's the one yelling of conspiracy on the street
Cuz apparently he knows things the government isn't willing to admit
But the one with the bull horn has all the inside grit
Thanks to the internet, testimonies, and some newspapers
Might as well marry a Quaker
That's a commitment to social justice
And the issue on the street is people are yelling "trust us"
Because they know things the government won't admit
And that knowledge is too tempting not to hit
So pop out your eardrums and tune into this situation
The conspiracy theorists will bring you truth through their vocal vibrations
Comfort of NYC
Written on subway in NYC 8.11.11
The graffiti offers a comfort the meals of Harlem can't
Popeyes doesn't compare with the expression displayed on brick walls, wooden slats, and anything free
Who is to say what is meaningless
The artist knows
And I can't express the comforts of the subway
Always going and going
Destination is: travel
So much diversity
Ethnicties religions ages genders opinions perspectives political ideologies experiences backgrounds
And they all meet on the street of concrete
The graffiti offers a comfort the meals of Harlem can't
Popeyes doesn't compare with the expression displayed on brick walls, wooden slats, and anything free
Who is to say what is meaningless
The artist knows
And I can't express the comforts of the subway
Always going and going
Destination is: travel
So much diversity
Ethnicties religions ages genders opinions perspectives political ideologies experiences backgrounds
And they all meet on the street of concrete
Realizations
Written on 8.8.11- Whole Foods/Boston
Realizations
Reflection
You wait for the moment when the epiphany gets set in motion
And the wheels keep rolling on and on
And the knowledge builds
Insight is at your fingertips and you're rapping like this:
Hey, I went outside today
Going on with business as usual like alway
Then a bird flew by me and settled in a tree
I thought, why how beautiful itd be to be a bird for a day
You could get where you want without a thought of mobility in the way
And a bird with one leg still has its wings
And that is why the caged bird sings
Realizations
Reflection
You wait for the moment when the epiphany gets set in motion
And the wheels keep rolling on and on
And the knowledge builds
Insight is at your fingertips and you're rapping like this:
Hey, I went outside today
Going on with business as usual like alway
Then a bird flew by me and settled in a tree
I thought, why how beautiful itd be to be a bird for a day
You could get where you want without a thought of mobility in the way
And a bird with one leg still has its wings
And that is why the caged bird sings
NATURALLY HIGH
NATURALLY HIGH 7.31.11 written on flight en route to Boston
Oh hi!
No, are you high?
Am I high?
You accuse me of being high because I use my mind?
Listen, there’s a lot of time to think throughout my daily grind and sometimes that just comes out in conversation
You shouldn’t need persuasion
People can think deep without a ganja induced mental leap
You really make me think you’re stunting your human potential by your marijuana mention because I can be clappy, rappy, and straight up happy without leaves of green
So I’ll keep doing my thing but don’t think it’s because of human inhalation
No it’s a product of 100% raw motivation
Oh hi!
No, are you high?
Am I high?
You accuse me of being high because I use my mind?
Listen, there’s a lot of time to think throughout my daily grind and sometimes that just comes out in conversation
You shouldn’t need persuasion
People can think deep without a ganja induced mental leap
You really make me think you’re stunting your human potential by your marijuana mention because I can be clappy, rappy, and straight up happy without leaves of green
So I’ll keep doing my thing but don’t think it’s because of human inhalation
No it’s a product of 100% raw motivation
NATURALLY DRUNK
NATURALLY DRUNK 7.31.11 written on flight en route to Boston
Am I drunk?
Am I drunk synthetically, no naturally
I don’t need to put something in my veins to make me feel alive
It’s by my very blood my energy thrives
And it seems like a simple question, but it’s actually a human nature mirror session
For it’s truly destructive to think you need to ingest something to make you happy
I’ll talk to you and smile without drinking a frappy
But don’t get me wrong, yes I like my drinks
They might not make me sing but they can make our conversation ring
But once I think I need them for conversation it’s sign of human dehabilitation, a sign of deprogress
For although I can’t say the rest it’s truly a test to see how my greed becomes need
And yes indeed it does and once you start feeding the hunger it can become a raptor continuously searching for prey, til its very last day
So stop, notice, take it slow, meditate and ask yourself, do I need this or is it just part of supposed mandatory social business?
So reflect and I’ll see you on cloud nine with the substances left behind
Am I drunk?
Am I drunk synthetically, no naturally
I don’t need to put something in my veins to make me feel alive
It’s by my very blood my energy thrives
And it seems like a simple question, but it’s actually a human nature mirror session
For it’s truly destructive to think you need to ingest something to make you happy
I’ll talk to you and smile without drinking a frappy
But don’t get me wrong, yes I like my drinks
They might not make me sing but they can make our conversation ring
But once I think I need them for conversation it’s sign of human dehabilitation, a sign of deprogress
For although I can’t say the rest it’s truly a test to see how my greed becomes need
And yes indeed it does and once you start feeding the hunger it can become a raptor continuously searching for prey, til its very last day
So stop, notice, take it slow, meditate and ask yourself, do I need this or is it just part of supposed mandatory social business?
So reflect and I’ll see you on cloud nine with the substances left behind
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