paternal posturing

gone are the traces of my existence that i ecked out in a prior life.

the scars on my wrists are mere faint memories of the pain i self-inflicted in an attempt to cleanse my pores of the disease

i found myself caught up in the ebb and flow of life without ever having taken the time to just chill

and breathe

so now i sit back and reflect upon the days of my youth that helped mold the boy into a man to stand firm on his own two

until i look up at the mirror and see his image in me and then question the truth

who am i to teach if i ain't done learning

Make me wanna leave the city when I can't take a vacation

"It's hard to be patient with no VCR or PlayStation
Knowing your Rockports, somebody may be lacing"
-Common & Q-Tip, "Stolen Moments Pt III"

i took an ill break from blogging for so many reasons, it'd take a couple hundred posts to catch up. so instead, i'll do the quick re-cap and then keep it moving. because the temperature is dropping, the leaves are falling, but the sun is still out.

i did a lot of writing his summer. so much in fact that i think i had been upset when the summer started because i accidentally misplaced a couple of "sheets" of poetry. hola at neverland. so anyways, i went hard at it and came up with some modest stuff to hold me down. that was definitely a highlight; building and breaking bread with my peoples. my fellow poets. and i don't even like to consider myself as such. i'm just a cat that be writing shT that he feels like saying. it's kind of like the approach i take to talking. i like to use measured sentences and think before i speak. i enjoy the process of writing and revising my own words on paper until it sounds exactly how i want it to sound when emitted from the tip of my tongue.

aside from that, i got to do a lot of hanging out - much more than usual - due to an extended break. and that has seen its own dividends as well. music-wise, the pharaoh monch album is fuqin phenomenal. point blank. and i played mucho b-ball, too. but no tan. oh well. i'm mad dark-skinned as it is. lol. but i only had maybe 2 or 3 days off all summer, so i'm kind of drained to start the new school year. i need an energizer and some patron. ha.

in other news, i'm not going to even bother re-hashing all of the old news that has since passed. but i will say that I'm siding with Vick, Bonds, and the Jena 6. My Celtics game schedule will have to step it up a notch from the current 6-8 home games per season, to at least a good dozen with both KG and RayRay in town. but i don't think i'll ever make it to a patriots games. not in my lifetime. that wait is dumb stupid.

An exotic bird, caged wit the rage and the violence of my words

We proceeded on a country road
His mother's eyes withered swoll
Her child was never coming home
Said a prayer for his soul
As the coffin had closed
Committed to the earth below
First seed she would sew
Would be a tree never grown
Shade that was never known
Who controls the Terrordome
The member hearts made of stone
Who love only what they own

throwback. google it.

You plus me, it equals better math

i'm tired, but i'm going live
-DJ Whutevva

that's my dude right there. had to shout him out for this one.