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About Me

I am blasphemy and religion, pure and impure; Old, young, and a small child. If I die, don't say that he died. Say he was dead, became alive, and was taken by the Beloved. Rumi Translated by Coleman BarksI am the stone that the builder refused I am the visual, the inspiration, that made lady sing the blues I'm the spark that makes your idea bright The same spark that lights the dark so that you can know your left from your right I am the ballot in your box; the bullet in the gun That inner glow that lets you know to call your brother "son" The story that just begun, the promise of what's to come And I'mma remain a soldier til' the war is won (won)
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My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Only people who would help me bury the body no questions asked. "Sometimes, I feel discriminated against, but it does not make me angry. It merely astonishes me. How can any deny themselves the pleasure of my company? It is beyond me."

(Zora Neale Hurston (1891-1960), African-American novelist, short story writer, folklorist, playwright and anthropologist. "How It Feels to Be Colored Me," The World Tomorrow (May 1928).)

My Blog

A lil bit about Saipan

I know that I want to write about Saipan, but it is incredibly different. Language seems to fail me here. Here is a story that gives a glimpse of this wacky/weird/wonderful place:My phone was turned o...
Posted by on Sat, 23 Aug 2008 03:56:00 GMT

Farewell Party (Dreams do come true)

Do you ever have one of those days? Where you feel everything and you hope everything turns out all right? I had many problems getting my shit together to participate in my own farewell party.   ...
Posted by on Sat, 12 Jul 2008 02:38:00 GMT

Def Poetry Jam - Saul Williams (Coded Language)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jzY2-GRDiPM If you don't feel this, please go back to sleep.
Posted by on Fri, 11 Apr 2008 12:51:00 GMT

I can let go

Missing isn't the same thing as wanting...and lonliness isn't the same thing as liking/loving.I am starting to wrap my head around the the subtle nuances of my moods. Is this what they mean when they ...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Aug 2007 21:57:00 GMT

Love Letter to Amina

I was having a conversation with someone about my sister and they were explaining "how she is", to me...and after I got over the fact that they are obviously crazy, I thought this:My sister is probabl...
Posted by on Wed, 02 May 2007 22:49:00 GMT

Tangerine Dream

My sister is a sassy sweet tangerine dream of a girl she is the only kind of beauty queen I'd ever be into. She deep like bellybutton lint and books I read, read, read and still don't understand. I h...
Posted by on Sat, 06 May 2006 10:50:00 GMT

A walk home

  Breathing Out/Breathing In Walking home late at night trees blowing, needs showing, mind blown I am growing back into myself. I am looking for a teacher/friend A concentric cycle of conversati...
Posted by on Sat, 06 May 2006 09:50:00 GMT

its raining shoes

 This Friday I left work feeling anxious, Anxious to mail my taxes and to pay bills, when I finished I was broke and saddened, but happy the shit was done. When I arrived home my neighbor beckone...
Posted by on Sun, 16 Apr 2006 20:12:00 GMT