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Change is in the face of every man with broken hands…

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on 22.03.2010 by thomas

2008

(2nd verse)

the ink from the last page bleeds into the next
ancestry of both slaves and Kings
from forgotten civilizations, heirlooms and rings, lost riches,
now forced to be supported by government
Change isn’t always so great
first you feel the blessing and then you feel the curse
and you might just say that’s the way it is, and work
and get on facing your challenges
but don’t let success change what the worst days meant
or ever stand in silence when you know that you should represent
Change
is in the face of every man with broken hands
trying to pick up where his father left off
in remembrance or respect
things have changed yet some are inevitable
Life & Death you never know when it changes at a moments notice
and you’re left standing on a corner alone
but one day you will find your way home
no matter how it changes

I was imagining being in the middle of a Senate session

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on 28.02.2010 by thomas

I was imagining being in the middle of a Senate session
nobody said anything to each other or me they spoke to the distance
it all bounced off the walls and of course I said what I thought
but no one would listen

no Democrat or Republican would hear my union songs

I wonder if they care what I saw in my 24 short years

If they respected my quarter century here

on this long island I was born they call New York

All my hard work

I heard late in the night the President I voted for extended the Patriot Act

can’t say I agree with that

what’s my freedom worth?

A million questions

I was imagining being in the middle of a Senate session

[[soundtrack to my thoughts]]

This is Why ♫ t — This is my Voice

Posted in Muse with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on 23.01.2010 by thomas

from 7/09

[2nd verse in particular....]

sorry kid there’s no room to spare

no more buttons to press

i’m pushed to my limits of expression

never scared, no more running there is no unless

no exceptions, here is everywhere

One is All, no difference from creeds and the 10 commandments

I’ve seen Ready to Die, strength & weakness in the hearts of men

this is why I read the news,  and I saw who remember

and I saw who we forget

it’s no surprise to see no honor for those left anonymous

Doesn’t every life deserve more than a blurb?

Say the word and I’ll do more than log-in and blog

give me your blessings I’ll put my high beams to the fog

Let there be Light! Though I never claim to be God

I figured out how to get those switches on

I make sure the listener is always right a long

by my side together with my pen how we’re heavily armed

Gil Scott-Heron “Pieces of a Man” (1970)

Posted in Muse with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on 28.12.2009 by thomas

Jaggy jigsaw pieces tossed about the room,

I saw my grandma sweeping with her old straw broom,

but she didn’t know what she was doing,

she could hardly understand,

she was really sweeping up pieces of a man.

I saw my daddy meet the mailman,

and I heard the mailman say

“now don’t you take this letter to hard now jimmy..

they’ve laid off 9 others today”

but he didn’t know what he was saying

he could hardly understand

that he was only talking to pieces of a man…

One of my favorite songs… listening to it now thinking how relevant it is for the year of 2009. Onward we go

Peace & good luck to all of us trying to keep all the pieces together

t

Stanley Kubrick – Paths of Glory (1957)

Posted in Motion Pictures with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on 28.12.2009 by thomas

Wikipedia – Paths of Glory (1957) is a war film by Stanley Kubrick based on the novel of the same name by Humphrey Cobb.

PathsOfGlory

The book had no title when it was finished, so the publisher held a contest.

The winning entry came from the ninth stanza of the famous Thomas Gray poem “Elegy Written in a Country Church-yard.”

— The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow’r,
And all that beauty, all that wealth e’er gave,
Awaits alike th’inevitable hour.
The paths of glory lead but to the grave.

For anyone who has seen the more famous Kubrick films like “Full Metal Jacket” , “2001: A Space Odyssey”, I don’t think this will be unfamiliar to anyone watching. The way Kubrick does things is really his own way as far as the direction! This one is about World War I trench warfare. I’ve seen a lot of war movies and I can’t say I’ve seen any that were about trench fighting. Like his other films about war what he shows you is a harsh reality, lunacy, that is terrifying and somehow sometimes hilarious at the same time. I caught this because it’s on netflix live stream. Definitely will watch again. It’s only 94 minutes long. It’s nothing like the epic ‘Saving Private Ryan’ of modern times… it’s like stepping into that world for a short chaotic time rather than seeing an overall good/bad moral-of-the-story situation. I’ve never been a soldier but I feel like this is an honest representation of what war might be like. Why watch it? Maybe it’ll make you feel empowered or inspired to stop more war? IT’s history either way.

#EternalMusic – J Dilla – Shouts (Alt)/Make’em NV [Instrumental] ♫

Posted in poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on 22.12.2009 by thomas

//Make’em NV//

i’m not even the smallest fraction let alone a whole

and yet amongst the pies i satisfy as much as any big slice

maybe i got the right spices or maybe it’s in the water that makes the dough

or it might be the way i get you to savor every bite , who knows?

what I do know is I might be the only one slice left

and i’ve got to get enough for home and family

oh .. oh …

why is it me that’s the last? the last resort, the last hope

no, no,

i won’t suffer defeat I’ve no one to pass my broken leftovers

so I make better what I’ve gotten

take the worst weather as the beauty of a globe spinning

and those poor rotten souls as the most effective teachers of who I would not become

i will not and therefore I will never be shunned

by anyone who understands we know nothing except the sun will rise

and even then that’s only when you see it happen

it’s hard to be surprised knowing how quick it all might end

would you envy a mind that saw every scene?

imagine how heavy your eyes would be

peace

t

Don’t Fall Asleep #poetry #ink

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on 21.12.2009 by thomas

just wrote this

don't fall asleep

peace

t

#igrewupon [back in the days on the boulevards and avenues...]

Posted in poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on 11.12.2009 by thomas

i grew up on doubles at IS 24, throwing eggs on halloween

smoking dutches hiding from undercovers

can’t forget the shaving cream

shelves of krylon my brother was a young kid no small time bomber

only things I ever stole were 40s from around the clock deli

I was 15

it’s funny I go there now and get ID’d

i grew up literally on the last block in Queens – Craft ave

then when I was 11 we moved out to Shaolin land

i grew up on going forward not looking back

i grew up with too much pride for free lunch in public schools

(no wonder I’m so skinny)

i grew up wondering why i was the only one looking up

i grew up with an intense curiosity i always wanted to see my spot on the map

i guess it was my response to what was around me

to escape it I needed to place where I was at

I grew up on the wrong side of the tracks and that’s fine by me those lines don’t matter

I’m crossing!

Liberty

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , on 07.12.2009 by thomas

The New Colossus” by Emma Lazarus

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

Shine On

imagine that

Posted in Muse with tags , , , , , , , , , , on 06.12.2009 by thomas

Go from a child’s cartoon

to so-called ‘gangsta’ rap

all the while abstract harmonies in movement

and if you look close all the pieces fit

they’re in union

imagine that

Go!

peace

&

LOVE

peacePEACE

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