12 months a Journey to OuTer SpaCe

In an establishment of wall-bouncing emotions, corky and kooky assumptions, light-hearted declines and white-toothed- smiles shared, I bring an idea to light: consider the sun above us and the moon following him along, powers and energies that are brought to us, depending on the day and depending on what I ate, I'm likely to see both and talk to one at a time, using different times in the day as the time for them. But it's been a long journey, and they say life isn't about the destination, it's all about the journey. Whatever weather we ride through, this voyage is across the biggest pond you know of and the vernacular that brings an arrangement of stimulating synapses, usually conflicting emotions, ideas and unproductive thought processes. How many have you encountered? Let these readings tell you something: I am living the fucking life.

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

Poem #3 (4)

12/16/13
12:35PM

The dangerous reality
Of lonely, exposed imagination
The prolific,
Sub-varsity profoundness.
In depth
Of jeans
And stitching
Down Valley Road
Deep in Babylon
A journey to nationhood
A one made through many
Touching sky to the Caribbean Waters
White people
White work
White this
White that
Beginning life on a new plate
Common Sense
On a B note and jazz percussion
Coming together to form a union
And existence in industries
Of hedging
Creation of materialized economy will destroy
The Jamaica Culture becomes a sub-varsity profoundness of prolific,
presentations proportional to the plain, banana pancake on my plate,
please pass it
And I will pass you on my way to freedom...
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