I remember times when I wrote to be free.
Now I write only to free the enslaved minds from times of thus described
It could be live or recorded and shown on Hulu.
Some might call it voodoo and I’d then be inclined to call their thought process do-do but I would refrain.
I feel somewhat ashamed and pained that my own hometown is still arguing over whether or not to consolidate. Goverment and Education!
I’m sure there are much bigger fish to fry or grill, but it is what it is.
Why not focus on what is being taught and learned?
Pretty soon, if they don’t get it together, school books may just be bought and burned.
Tossed in urns and lost at sea.
I remember when I fell asleep one time and it felt like my soul was lost at sea.
But not really lost.
I was on a speedboat and, now, I just grace NYC with my presence.
At the same time, try not to speed to toasting too early.
There is always a just time to celebrate but I be feeling like there is much more work to be done.
Ignorant folk already figured out that there is much more dumb to be done.
And I figure that the projects are heaven until those who are slummed get a dose of the suburbs.
So what herb flavor did you blow lately?
Sedating the medulla and cerebral cortex into the rubber soles of goretex.
More sex is what the horny want.
Be it not necessarily what they need.
Sometimes its greed.
Sometimes is just a matter of being.
All in all, through my engine-revving study of the Four Noble Truths, this here is just a matter of how I see it.
I got it so why should I have to try to seize it? God gave it--- so what is there other to do than believe it?
And even, if there ain’t no God, everything is matter of choice and will.
The same folk that choose to be non-violent could be the same ones who exercise the choice to kill.
This here life don’t seem anymore than a matter of the free, the choiced and willed.
I wish clef lip kids could get a free grill.
The hungry could get a free meal.
The broke could get repaired and healed but I guess, to me, it’s like controlling diabetes.
You decide what you will or won’t be.
If I witness a murder, is it better to say, “I’m glad that shit wasn’t me”?
I prefer not to get cloned because Lord knows I don’t need a double me.
And I use to and still do love the Double Tree, Hotel.
But now I remember the days at the Red Roof.
Me Ari and Brad.
And days that my momma had her drug run-ins.
Look at our society and see the shifts in consciousness.
Drugs run in the front door and stick up mental faculties.
Some folk benefit, opening up the minds eye.
Other folk lose hold of the mind,
Collecting benefits from a Social Security Department,
Who issue the 9 numbers, credit for being unable or crazy.
Kinda hazy it is to me how things are.
We choose not to provide for ourselves much anymore so the government'll do it.
Giving them the freedom to make the rulings,
And now this thought process has got me to thinking about whether or not to start my non-profit.
But I see that it’s more a matter of how you do it when you do it.
I’m glad that I remembered that.
As I sit, (cuz in a few minutes my lunch break here in the West Village will be over), or rather sat,
I started writing this just 11 minutes ago.
Just to flush out---color-filled thoughts, un-judged, unashamed and un-lost.
What this cost is nothing more than some time and focus.
Sublimed-up, lined-up like uncut potent-- non-spoken.
This here is liberation.
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Written December 7, 2010 (Edited December 8, 2010)
