Why I do my thang

Why I do my thang.


My discomfort sparked my creativity. Without range, there would be nothing to shoot for. For that reason I have to treat my craft like water. Water is fragile and hard to hold and will never bend. Writing is like water and the only way to keep it from fading away is to freeze it. Writing is similar the only way to keep it alive, is to express it in different forms so all can see.
With this exposure compared to water, one cannot stop doing what comes to them naturally, for me that’s writing. I have to let the flow continue, just like water. I need to write and express myself and if I stop, it would stop progress from becoming what it needs to become. I have a thirst like most people. Words generate a rush and a time of where my head was and is. Stay tuned.

When I go

When I go…

I will be gone long before the dark ends, long before the rain dries up. I will be secluded in a box called my own, surrounded by warmth and solitude, with people saying well done dude. This will be my ending but for now let me stop my talent to observe my contributions to the planet. I dreamt like everybody else, raised from the poor to uncountable wealth. I had choice neither of the many could be classified as bad or good, I did what I did, cause I am human. They said the hardest trick is loving your self. Weaving through life’s obstacles and ending up with battle scars and welts is the only evidence in ones travels in a distance of everyone who wants something from you.  Most of us have been through wars and tales of misfortune, still we find benefit from being misfits in a society that points a finger and say you are not this, but we’ll put you in this category box society says. I will not be labeled while I am alive or when I am gone. During these, refer to as a man who had a plan and mission. Sometimes missions do not get accomplished but hey, I try very hard. Me being alive is all about my two kids. My son will be a grown man in four years and then the tears will be measure of this man as he goes through growing pains. I will be there and if I am not I have a manual to help him out along his journey in this thing called life. Rule #1 is to take care of his sister and mother. Do not father any children from a woman that he cannot wed or respect in that regard. Life is all right when you can share it with others. My namesake will carry my name on, after I am buried in my box resting in peace.