softly, the land & sea.

Following the developments around me, filtered through the distractions in my mind, flattened into words by my fingers.

Courtesy of gravity and old faucets.

Make A Change
by Nahko & Medicine for the People

(Lyrics below transcribed directly from MV, please help me correct any misheard words!)

If I make it out alive,
See you on the other side.
If I make it out alive,
I will make a change.

I need a change, it’s evident.
A transformation eminent,
A chance for my soul’s intelligence
To redefine lines of indifference.
I bypass the spirit with a well-scratched pad
Always lookin’ at my poetry for the reasons I had
Never stopped to let someone else take the wheel,
Now I’m in the backseat, like what the fuck is real.

Got to bury the hatchet, bones no casket -
The dead don’t dance to a liar’s message.
So restless, cross it off my check list.
Public warfare, a bear with hoarse hair,
He’s reckless, acts like he’s got a death wish.

Pulling(?) your gun
, tricking the trickster,
The laws of nature, hello you creatures,
Son of the most high,
Willing to wager my plan,
And I’mma stick to it.
I’mma ultimately liberate my consciousness.

I want to change.
I will make a change.
If I make it out alive,
See you on the other side.
If the sacrifice I owe
Is the reason that I die,
And I know that this will pass,
So I put it in the past.
And of all the things I fear,
It isn’t now, and it isn’t here.

I will make a change.
I will make a change.

And it comes at a cost.
We’re notorious,
My list of distractions is infinite,
My delusions and grandeur are all equipped
With dark lords, back doors, and some wizard shit.

But I did not know they were gonna choose me,
And I ought to take myself more seriously,
‘cause what comes through ain’t no trick.
And I know that all of us are born with different gifts
So lift yourself from darkness
And take a couple steps back,
An abstract attack that fell beneath the cracks.

Got me on the drum now, won’t drag my feet (?)
Said the quicksand will stand, I can’t accept defeat.
I got work to do –
Let me get back at it.
The clock is ticking.
I can hear it through the static.

Now I’m not being dramatic,
Enemies don’t sleep
In fact some of them are here,
And it’s hard to believe.
‘Cause I’m such a visual person,
My third eye don’t lie,
He’s a wise guy inside,
Even fooled himself twice,
Thinking maybe I’m not ready to be leading the way.
I mean fuck, I’m only human, about to make some mistakes.
An earthquake took place within my lifetime I fear,
I hear this too shall pass, the beginning is near.

I want to change.
I will make a change.

I want to walk in righteousness,
But I keep tripping over ditches of my selfishness.
I went from pacifist to passivist,
I keep beating round the bush instead of facing it.
So I’m facing this, I’m glad the haters shit.
Yeah I’m ripping open..(?)
But it’s nonstop knocks to the mountaintop
To the city blocks…
Another brother shot dead on the sidewalk,
Why you cops doing inside jobs.
So my hands are stretched to the sky
Got some poems on my left
And a gun to my right.

My eyes will cry over bullet-proof pride
‘cause I know I didn’t come to make it out alive
And I thrive in the midst of a battle.
Frontlines, you can see me in the struggle.
These are the songs of a walk towards revival.
Even brave men can put down their rifles.

I got my orders and I’mma follow them.
You can find me kicking back inside the lion’s den
Making friends and amends with some evil men
Gonna break them in and inject them with the medicine.

I’mma do no harm, but I’mma take no shit.
I’mma do no harm, but I’mma take no shit.
I’mma do no harm, but I’mma take no shit.
I’mma do no harm, but I’mma take no shit.
I’mma do no harm, but I’mma take no shit.
I’mma build a bridge out of the emptiness.

And then potentially, well, I’mma live to be
the hardest working bear in the fucking industry.

I will make a change.
I will make a change.
If I make it out alive,
I’ll see you on the other side.
If the sacrifice I owe…

 

Mitakuye oyasin, all my relations.

 

smiling-hogshead-ranch:

So many beetles, they love the Queen Anne’s Lace! (at @SmilingHogshead Ranch)

Wild carrot :)..seeds = ancient contraceptive!

smiling-hogshead-ranch:

So many beetles, they love the Queen Anne’s Lace! (at @SmilingHogshead Ranch)

Wild carrot :)..seeds = ancient contraceptive!

Capitalism & the Dalai Lama

"For the Dalai Lama, the key question is whether “we utilize our favorable circumstances, such as our good health or wealth, in positive ways, in helping others.” There is much for Americans to absorb here. Advocates of free enterprise must remember that the system’s moral core is neither profits nor efficiency. It is creating opportunity for individuals who need it the most."

Arthur C. Brooks, NY Times

From the colors of fall to the fragrance of spring..
Who imagined the sun & gives source to its light?
Indescribable

Phillip Agnew: “This is my tome to 2013; my poem to the year of my dreams”

youngist:

by Phillip Agnew

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Phillip Agnew, Executive Director of the Dream Defenders, on bus bound for 50th Anniversary of the March on Washington. – Photo by Trymaine Lee/MSNBC

For 364 days, at least, I found myself in a constant state of conflict.
Almost daily my alarm clock awoke me at the corner of a crossroad: asking that I decide
… And every day I oscillated away.
I was readiness & unsteadiness, joy & sadness,
deletion & depletion, Completion;
I was cool confidence in a cracked case.
I was the reluctant leader, the forlorn follower.
I was a horrible mentor, a deplorable mentee.
Always kept it together, rarely kept in touch.
I was here, there, everywhere and no where.
I longed for home and grew restless for the road.
I moved too fast and proceeded with much caution.
I served and rarely felt deserving.
I was selfishly selfless.
I spread love and squandered it.
I sailed in the sure serenity of certainty & in the swaying seas of insecurity.

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(Source: youngist)