For many reasons I could be dead to the world, even without breath yet for some stroke of reasons we cannot comprehend I’m here to continue to pimp this pen and write like a lunatic. The picture above was from last October where I was in an induced coma due to so many surgeries and a hospital visit that lasted a grueling month of my time. Since then I have healed much and have done like I said in one of my poems and posts and have succeed to "Write Until My Pen Drips Dry," well I've done it twice.
I’m not perfect and I have vices, problems like anyone else. For instance, without migraine meds because my new neurologist is trippin, at this moment I had to stop writing because I was feeling really nauseous. I’m forced to make some oatmeal when what a brotha really wanted was fish N grits, or some eggs, sausage n shit.
I’m thankful for just having oats and as a self taught chef I’m thankful I can put a little spank on it and season it with fresh ground cinnamon, honey and perhaps a bit of honey-roasted peanut butter squeezed from the machine. Usually I’d toast some pecans or pumpkin seeds and put it in the mix “hamma, they put me in the mix,” but, but my stomach doesn’t have time for that. No time or circumstance granted where I can truly relax. Learning to properly walk is another task in itself, for I'm glad that although with cane at times, that I can.
I’d like to do some cool things like be a motivational speaker and even interview Mc. Hammer about setbacks, triumphs and an in-depth view about what success means to him but for now, enjoy reading from this guy, a little controversy, conspiracy and of course hope which can go a long way. Hey, where I’m from, we learned to stretch out what was given to make it last, whatever it was. I’ve continued to write without a computer, using this phone and have re-starting some projects that were once already written and ready for the printing presses. I encourage everyone to show love where love is shown and to try their best in spite of the stresses. So let’s not neglect those that mean something to you, even share a story poem or two and let’s pray or hope for abundance and make it last. Here’s a thot, I mean a poetic thought for those that like poetry. A little background on me, I started poetry from rapping on the corner of Michigan and Fordham in my hometown the of East Palo Alto. I like to pun, I like to have fun and I promised all of y'all I’d write about Love or at least something more upbeat than our current state of things.
Persistence lacks anything resembling lazy
As distortion clouds minds and substance
Through circumstance and time
We have learned to live with judgment
We make a way within our means
As teams of opposition creep
Demons interpretation of what we can
Forces us to stand upon weakened limbs
As life we are taught to take unapologetically
So we find many survive on lies and while
We constantly seek light knowing
Believing things could be different only if
Chance were clear on surface and
Purpose is seen in the stare from innocent eyes
We confide in few and through it all
Especially in hard times, we ride
Becoming sharks we, circle smelling blood
Taught harsh realities that there is few love But…
Remember love does exist in the damnest of places
As roses rise from concrete as Pac says and
In my hood it’s dandelions spreading seeds
Although we call them weeds instead
As minds grow stronger with muscle stretched
Those that mean something don’t feel neglect
Our intellect increased with paper earned
Realize having compassion is never going soft, merely showing concern
Thus we gain respect and ankles once shaky
Become flexed, stronger and nimble
Faith is the substance that sticks to ribs
As fear overcomes many like tides and floods
As if It Were That Simple
