#407 in which i inflict more random ramblings on you

Its true

For everything there is a time

And a season.

There’s so much that I could say

So much that one could do

(Or so it sometimes appears)

To massage regret into a distant hum

To change where we are

To the place where

We would rather.

Of course,

Let us speak nothing of the ways we could

Rearrange the furniture

In Memory’s rooms.

The time for that lies

On the ground

Surrounded,

Gently cushioned

by the rest of summer.

I buried my fist in the wall

- many walls –

and punctuated that emotion

with my heart’s essence.

The world spins

And turns us around

In circles, cycles and twists

Until we start right back

At the ending

Of the last beginning.

Maybe time’s next revealing

Will fill this hole.

For every thing,

there is a season

And a time.

A time for the harbour

And a time for the open sea

A time to row

And a time to let go

- to ride the waves

where the currents flow.

A time to stand firm

And a time to walk the road.

For every thing,

there is a season

And a time that’s chosen.

The night was dark, and long

And heavy with regret

And tears that we shed;

But peace comes

with the changing of the tide.

Hello, morning,

Make me Happy…

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remembering tupac

the "anniversary" comes round again. 14 years ago tupac and friends saw the tyson vs seldon fight, and headed out afterward, to party. they never got there, because 2pac was shot on the way. it truly is a sad sad event to commemorate, because he was truly cut down in his prime. its a shame that the murderers of this vile act were never caught, just as the monster who shot my cousin remains free. yet i am certain that at the end of ages, all these mysteries will become plain. in the mean time, we celebrate a man who left enough to remember him by.

i have never said that tupac was a hero - i doubt that he ever wanted or set out to be one. what i have always loved is his message: of love, of truth, and the passion in his delivery. i have since discovered his poetry, and his activism. i guess he had no choice but to stand tall, being the son of whom he was. i respect that his music remains fresh in a age when creativity has become a formula.

words from a fan (for tupac shakur)

Your words have often
Been the seeds of my reflection,
Introspection,
Quiet consideration of my situation
When life finds me happy
Or low, between the places
That torment my soul,
I play back the words that you wrote
Not so long ago
And know that this struggle is not mine alone.

Bless heaven that I
Have never starved a day
Without the meal to make me whole again
But I feel your thoughts on poverty just the same,
There’s something real in the way you say
A hungry man is in pain
That touches me, as though you told my own misery
So eagerly with your passionate sincerity.

Even thugs need affection too
That’s why you never hesitated to do
A song for the lover in you
That’s why you wrote verses so beautiful
You never felt too cool
To speak the truth
You kept it real in your poetry
Never afraid to draw controversy
By talking about the ones you love.
Love, the foundation of us all
So I speak of my affections and stand tall
Like you, a man whose heart
Is never too tough to feel
- love is real.

I know you tried to teach the youth
To take responsibility for what they do,
But no one listens to thugs like you
Not when they live the way that you used to do
Scrapping and rapping like a crazy goon.
Fighting, shooting, drawing heat
Kicking a ruckus on every street
Speaking of death with passion,
The inevitability of our passing.

And now, no longer in this world of men
You took one last tortured breath
You made your way into Death’s
Dark den,
Finally to find the rest that you have earned
Until the final moments of time when
When all men must meet again
You’re alive in the words that you spoke and scribbled with your pen
You’ll be living in our memories until the very end.

Rest in Peace Tupac Shakur.

(c) olawunmi 1907.13092006

(this is a repeat of an earlier post that i first put up years ago)

#402

talking to you
leaves me open
- its more than i can bear.
its easier when i look away
with my eyes
and with my soul
and with every me
in between.

we have found a place
- our impasse -
we cohabit with warm detachment
this frigid air is comfort
you remind me daily
that time is precious
and life is short
i put my books away
and step on stage

but how do i show you
my resolve
to seize each moment
to waste no single day
to put a new smile
on your face
every chance
that life presents me

this is not
a new cycle
every moment is new
every emotion is a seed
nurtured by affection
realisation
held tightly
by my resolution
to never let this die

open is pleasant
open is pain
open is feeling
feeling is a rainbow cocktail
open is a high
and a low
open is feeling
feeling is a game of dice

open is a rollercoaster

open is often
more than i can bear
open is the sacrifice
i am making
open is the penance
i am paying
to you

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