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The First Chapter

  How to begin?

Where does one start writing about one’s origins?

It begs the question, where did I begin…

Every atom I breathe, drink, eat, every atom I am, every atom, was once celestial

For at some point in history, I made the stars

But amidst the resounding orchestra of causes I am not the lead guitar

Not even so significant that I could live under the rhythm as bass

Could not have beat the drums, for life has never followed my pace

Not a cause, just a ripple;

The emanations of booms and busts,

A flying particle from a crashing gyre,

Smoke from a dwindling fire

So my earliest memories are of ashes

It was after the flames had settled that I realized time passes

I was introduced by hunger, by light, by rain

It was these things that taught me the season’s change

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Nas. the greatest mc ever.

my mic check is life or death

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“How do we remain faithful to our own spiritual imagination and not betray what we know in our own bodies?  The world is holy.  We are holy.  All life is holy. Daily prayers are delivered on the lips of breaking waves, the whisperings of grasses, the shimmering of leaves.” 

—Terry Tempest Williams, from Leap (Pantheon, 2000)

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the beauty of the sleeping beast

There's a lot to say right now.  Heavy set clouds are set to shed tears, for heartbreak has spread like an epidemic, And the insurrection is building. Like a wave it's grown in silence from constant bouts with oppression. Out of the plight none see the light from which we derive moral lessons. The darkness beckons, over and over till we no longer know morning, the final sunset is falling. When hearts are so filled with darkness, our words could only empower our mourning to take flight into war. So perhaps for now, silence is best.  - the beauty of the sleeping beast.

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loved bill cosby

Internet Fame

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Super Nova

I flow, fluid in your vapours

I flow through you as a million tiny atoms

So we go there

And here

And everywhere I go you’ll be there

Even no where is everywhere

Because nowhere, is anywhere but here.

Still here we are, in the middle of nowhere.

Somewhere past the second quadrant of this endless galaxy

Timelessly sifting through memories of new born thoughts Not yet mature, still they drink our time from the breast of our lips, so minutes become hours within seconds

Trapped here in the loose ends of the fabric of time

And your stargaze meets mine…

And in a second we explore the deepest recesses of my mind

Over cups of coffee and croissants and bagels that keep the flesh quiet while the hours float on by….timeless

As if you were more than a thought

More than a smile

More than light blue eyes

More than innocent questions that tested the ideas of the ages

As if there were a planet nestled in your iris

As if you had been there for thousands of years before me

And would outlast me by thousands more

As if, I were looking at you from afar, not yet there

Still somehow you reach me

Light-years away, you brighten my day, while eclipsing the sun

The silhouette before bright lights on the stage of my heart

…My super nova

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Sometimes...

Sometimes it hurts

Sometimes we smother our heartbeat so they can hum their favorite song

We dance around in circles to avoid crushing pride

Tip toe around truths that deserve to be heard because they open scabs

And most times they don't notice the care we put into caring.

So sometimes it hurts.

What is enough to let me know you know?

How do I save the day and stay a masked hero?

Will they know by tomorrow that the world almost ended?

Street lights flicker in my world, this is my daylight.

Brine lines trail down muddy roads, the salt of my own eyes.

My cup runs deep, so it rarely overflows

So even when they tell me of better, I know what is to come.

And sometimes it hurts.

River wells do run dry and grand rapids slow

What happens to oceans when dams break?

Do they rejoice of new harvest or weep for more toil?

Was there ever a day when love wanted more?

Or are we always at that pleasant equilibrium?

Where the meal is still sinking and we are content

And another bite might kill us, or tickle us instead. 

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Eternal

so we sat there. 

on the edge of oblivion.

trailing the silken edges of time.

praying it would stop.

not so we could get off,

but so that we would keep this view forever.

so that we could trace the sun light with our fingers

and capture the light bouncing off the window pane in a tiny glass bottle,

and with it a note scribbled with a million numerical expressions of 143

and the smell of the shower shampoo. 

then throw it in the ocean,

so that in a thousand years when the story has come full circle,

we could open the bottle of beautiful memories and know

that nothing has changed

but the shortened telomeres of our thoughts

and the ever-lengthening journal of our history

but us, we are eternal, 

because gods memory is forever.

and there we lie.