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i finally created my own profile after living vicariously through the thirdy3rd page and my wife rush's
page.
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there are many things that my lovely wife rachelle calls me: honey, babe, papa, daddy, husband, mother fucker etc. she also calls me an artist. i can deal with that. i think being called an artist rather than self proclamation is the real deal. identity is not what you perceive yourself as, but what the world you have built around you sees you as. control is only a fifty percent individual task. the rest is left to them. i'd like to think that in the realm of artistry, that i stand well as a poet or lyricist. i'm not a rapper. damn it i'm not a rapper. i'm a lyricist, a wordsmith, an author, a reporter, a critic... on paper only of course, i'm a writer. i don't speak too great in conversation, although i will philosophize with the best of them. but there's something creative about solitude. when i let my mind free in my own personal solitary space, i open more chambers than solitude can afford. so i share them.
if you desire, you can also check out my blogs periodically as i will continue to submit more poetic thought from time to time
if you haven't yet, please check out my music on my groups page @ myspace/thirdy3rd
an ode to my wife
Fatherhood
My seed? Planted.
Roots? Stab into her planet.
Time to walk upright,
Steady feet understand it.
I brand it with one name,
Perfection how God planned it,
Connection etched in bloodline,
Next stage, page one...
The rise of a new sun,
I fatherhood movement.
Every stone along the run,
I step toward improvement.
Youd have never seen it comin
One blink my wings hummin
From inside of a dim mind,
Light heart, heavy summon
Came the beat I keep drummin
Hold the rhythm to my family
Ive got to walk upright
So that my feet understand me.
Forward is the energy
I keep my soul grounded.
Now my spirit unlimited,
Satellite unbounded
Ive found it,
My window open wide let the sound in
Profound it...
keeps my rough edges well rounded
Surrounded,
By love I hold good folks around him
My roots dig deep
So that my feet will always ground him
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