Blood Memory is...

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Thirteen Twenty

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Friday, September 30, 2011

My hands are too soft. Not enough strenuous gripping to sickles and shovels to scratch the surface of God's bounty. Too brown to be nostalgic of the soil.
Not enough generic features to be seen as just another.
More than just a brother. Pores to breathe a lover. Scorn to the life of one another.
My hands are too strong to feel the texture of a tender flame. To reckless
to organize themselves in a clapping harmony. My hands are too idle to
resist demolition. Too oily to hang on to reality. To ready to put your instincts to the test.
My hands are too angry to forgive each other. So the left one writes poems about how it hates the right and the right hand works itself out dreaming on punching the left one in the face.
My hands are too selfish to be ambidextrous. Too unique to want to look like each other
so they look for scars to gain a sense of individuality. One hand is bigger than the other.
One hand is smaller than the other.
My hands are too soulful to use a pick to pluck a string. They let their thumbnail grow ‘cause my hands compulsively like to sing.
My hands are too rhythmic to ever stop dancing. Too generous to ever stop taking care of your children. Too responsible to ever stop sweeping your offices...
But some say they are too brown to ever do anything else.

Saturday, August 6, 2011

HE-ART of a P.O.E.T.

I am a compulsive person at times. Is there such thing as a part time compulsive.
I just returned from a night smelling of God's best wood carvings,
A night of true courage, insight, love and light. At Words of a Poet 3: Tribute to Lybia,
I was reminded of HER. The way she eases into the headline of my eyes. The way I can just love her from a distance. The manner in which people give effortlessly for the Here and Now. Demolition of Ego. Establishment of a New Order. The Reclamation. Our Beloved Blood Memory. My distant love designs the lighting schemes and ushers me on the stage, where I was born, and where I shall perish and travel on to the next.

Check out this unrelated yet inseparable Video by my dear friend Craig Conoley, who captured the magic of Urban Legends in this beautiful trailer. It is truly between the lines where creativity and love thrives. She loves me when I don't exist as anything but who I AM.

All Praise Due to the Creator. All Day Every Day. I'm on that Prescription Regiment.

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Debate.

ISLAM IS A RELIGION OF PEACE from Intelligence Squared U.S. on Vimeo.

I Don't agree with the verdict. However, this brings to light many points of conflict between Muslims and Non-Muslims (which is a term I do not like as well) and by listening to it carefully, can make us understand what is needed to create a higher understanding. GodWilling.