In the Wheel
In the space between the Sun and the Moon, we swing in circles of games. Human colors of sound, shifting the veil in ritual. Treading the ground in spirals, to reach beneath and above, a tattoo of emotion and reason.
Until Our Paths Cross Again
At 0800 this morning, a very dear friend boarded a plane for Guatemala. He is embarking on a significant portion of his life journey. I will not go into detail as to where he is going and what he is doing, all I know is that I will miss him dearly. It is a profound sensation when you are made aware of how much someone means to you in your
Distorted Manuals
All the clarity applied, implied, on the minds of many, through the lenses of frosted eyes so blue spawns nothing but pain. Nothing but sorrow, tears, and blood. Take your clairvoyance and apply it to life in the physical, visions through the blizzard and into the heat of sun-drenched lands now blood-soaked, seeping through minerals of Apples and Androids. Presumptuous half-hearted homunculus self-destruction is the power without knowing what the
Ginen
I was born into this world in the frigid month of December in the city of Boston, so far away from the climate and culture of my people, I was brought into this world. So far from the mountains and rivers of Ayiti. So far from the drums. Oh, the drums! The drums that beat the rhythm of my life. The drums that taught me how to speak. The drums
Jogando
Life is an interesting endeavour. The experiences we have. The stretches on this path that bring such wondrous pain. We feel so alive, even while knowing the pain that may come at the end of that piece of road. Sometimes we sprint, sometimes we stroll, and at times we stop to take it all in. There are moments when it feels like a burden. A weight that we carry with
Genuine Exchange
Communication is key. This is said so often it’s almost cliché. Yet, it is true. I think it forms the basis of the reality around us. We can exchange because we agree that this means that and that means this. Even in different forms of communication, be it different languages or verbal versus non-verbal, there are things that translate into each other. Therefore, communication is key. I was having a
Despair and Duty
Despair is seductive. When you are tired and frayed, walking your path, it slithers into your mind and your soul permeating your perception. Never give in to it. It seems so easy at times, doesn’t it? So easy to just let go and let the currents take you so far from shore to drown in the waters of anger and apathy. At these moments I just keep doing what I’m
The One Control
I am in the process of completing my re-watching of the Matrix Trilogy and I came to realize the whole thing is about choice. What do you choose to do? Why do you choose to do it? Are you prepared for the consequences of your choice? I was talking with my woman, mother, and a friend last night about doctors. My mom was saying that doctors are forced to be
The Dreamwalking Cat
I was recently watching The Matrix. Actively watching and listening for deeper signs than when I had watched it before. Yet, that’s not what I’m going to write about. I’m going to talk about walking. That and Laurence Fishburne. I remember the first time that I watched Deep Cover. That is one hell of a movie. Deep and over the top, representative of so many of America’s issues at the
Lines of the Universe
I see colors, A spectrum of wonder, Blending into sound. I hear sounds, Dulcet din, Fading into my sight. I feel the wind, Carrying the voices of the many, Tinted with the Sun. A flowing energy, Sight and sounds And touch and senses Whirling! Twirling! Spiralling! A stream, From the cosmic source, Flowing through me, A prism, Spiralling out in light and sound. Reverberating.
Random Thoughts
I’m not sure what I’m going to write about in this post. I just know that I need to write. I need to relieve the pressure that builds up inside. There are days where my mind feels like it’s going to implode and scatter my essence across an infinite number of reverberating cross-dimensions. Those are the days when I’m not sure what exactly is going on. It could be work,
Wounded Psyches
We in the African Diaspora have a tendency to disregard mental illness. There seems to be a lack of respect or even acknowledgement of these things. I’m talking about emotional and psychological issues such as depression, PTSD, anxiety, personality disorders, etc. We do not allow the space for these things in our existence and how they affect us and those around us. Many suffer their whole lives without any one
Nonlinear
I like to read. I like to write. I also like to drive. I can play the berimbau, rudimentary atabaque and pandeiro. I’m learning GNU/Linux. I can speak three languages fluently and I’m working on two. Now, this is not just a list of all the amazing shit I can do. This isn’t that amazing. And that is my point. Why are our paths structured to be so linear? Graduate
Upkeep of the Home
We wander through this life wondering if there is any point to it all. Some find solace in religion, some find it in the material, and some just don’t think about it. Yet, it is something that humanity has spent its entire existence wondering about, so it must be important. I wonder about the Universe/Multiverse and think about our place and how it fits in the grand scheme of things.
The Crystal Cocoon
A clear sound rings through the air. Chiming from translucent walls, To and through the barriers of thought. Conjuring images of an ethereal smiles, Manifesting a song from a frequency of harmony. Content within a crystalline cocoon, She will burst forth an image of womanhood, Transforming with the magic of birth.