It’s Been Awhile

I have not blogged since October 16th, 2015.  The only thing that I wrote between then and now was an intervention letter for a close friend.

Life was kinda heavy this week.  Everyone goes through it, though.  I’m sure some folk would call it 1st World Problems.  That’s where I live.  I won’t apologize for it.  To do so would demean my ancestors whose footsteps made it possible.

This afternoon I wish to reflect on our GODS.  I was raised in the Jesuit Roman Catholic tradition.  I am no longer religious, but I am still seeking the truth when it comes to the Divine.  I would say that I strive to live the “Do Unto Others” tradition.  I can’t really argue with treating others how I would wish to be treated.  I realize that concept is not unique to Catholicism or Christianity, but it’s what I know.

The GODS I write of are money, career, lust, consumption, knowledge…whatever gets in the way of LOVE.

Modern life has become so complicated for the worse.  I check shit on my phone dozens of times per day compulsively.  I spend the majority of my day working.  I self-medicate.  I recognize all of these symptoms yet when push comes to shove most times I just can’t help myself.

At times I find myself wishing something would come and wipe it all out.  Then humanity could take it back to the essence.

My fantasy utopia harkens back to tribal living in many ways.  I would be perfectly content growing and hunting my own food.  I don’t need electricity.  Music can be enjoyed acoustically.  Beer has been brewed since the dawn of time.  Sport does not need Nike or ESPN.  I know I would miss the scratch of the Technics and Sportcenter round the clock, but something’s got to give.

Sorry for the rambling.  It’s kind of what I do.  I just feel strongly that we’re all kind of looking for something more right now.  Or at least something different.

The fact that I continue to seek the truth gives me hope at the end of the day.  Wish me luck checking myself, living deliberately, and loving unconditionally.

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Those That Have Come Before Me

Lately I have been having a lot of deep thoughts and strong feels.

I have been extremely frustrated because I have not had the energy to wake up early and write and after a long day of stressful work I have been too tired to sit down and write after making dinner, doing dishes, and the other normal tasks that take up an evening when you are a husband, father, and 21st century global citizen.

This “situation” has caused me to ponder how the writers that have come before me who have had to work a day job and/or have been parents have overcome these obstacles.

I’m guessing I just don’t have the drive that they did.

Or maybe it has been too much pints and not enough protest.

I have to laugh as I downed the last bit of a pint after I typed that sentence.

Struggling with how fucked shit it is makes me glad for a well crafted pint…that and being able to listen to Das Racist go in on the Ghostface Nutmeg beat for over 5 minutes.

Sad feels that those dudes broke up, but at least Heemy Heems gave me Eat Pray Thug in 2015.

Verbal Biceps

Legit spit hold weight in these streets.  Who am I kidding?  I could not tell you a Diddy-damned thing about these streets.  Thank God for that.  Random ninjas choke you out.  Foot Clan status.  I can tell you about that drank, though.  Not about that Henny or the Jose.  About that craft beer, stay the fuck up off that Rosay.  Wannabe rapper, but I spit the real sure enough.  The truth in this booth.  Stupid with this bloggin’ shit.  Outlets are important.  Otherwise my mouth run, startin’ shit.

Judge Not Lest Ye Be Judged

This is an announcement from a parent to all other parents.

If your spawn punches a child on the opposing soccer team in the face, do not stand there and try to defend your child’s actions.  Yank them out of the game, take them home, and impress upon them the importance of sportsmanship and solving their problems non-violently.

I had to take deep breaths and count to ten after watching this unfold today at my son’s soccer game because otherwise I was about to act like “Tyson in the 80’s, fuckin’ snap and put their lights out,” to borrow from Michael Render.


Freestyle Flows

You all may or may NOT know that I loves the Hip-Hop music.  Sometimes I get hung up on a beat…


Sometimes life gets so real that you can’t turn the volume down.  Every once in a while it pops off, eyes of a child.  Wild.  Style.  Wreck shop.  Nobody want none, playboy.  Fake funk freakers everywhere I look.  Shook?  Not me.  See the realness represented.  Life comes quickly at the speed of light.  Fright night rhymes or a Luis Suarez bite.  World Cup Football.  Can’t fake the realness.  Mental illness abounds.  Soft suckaz catch feelings.  Drown my sorrows in a cup.  Erupt with the quickness.  Mt. St. Helen’s in this bitch.  Forgive my simplistic rhymes.  The chimes ring.  Bells toll.  Flute toots.  Sax blows.  I could go on and on.  Sick with this gift, but I’d rather cut things short.  Preserve the mystery, otherwise the funds come up, shorty.  Catch myself sittin in the gutter.  No dreams, no ends, sippin’ a 40.  The beats on repeat.  Y’all know my lyrics is endless.  Spend thrift euphemisms day in an day out.  Come correct with my flows.  Never look for easy ways out.