Treachery: The unjustification of a (once just?) hermit

My dear friend,

I am pleased to inform you that as I write this letter I am standing on the border between political consciousness and mental oblivion. Yes, in a few seconds I will cross that border without looking back. I made it. It was not easy to get to this point, My journey was extremely turbulent. I survived ship wrecks and diseases, home sickness and robberies. I struggled every inch of the journey and now I am here. Even though you strongly advised against this trip, I beg you to clap for me.

Together we witnessed the dehumanization of humanity, the brutal murder of hope and the destruction of progressive ideologies. We witnessed the metamorphosis of human diction and vocabulary into a very extreme and polarizing monster. Ruthless became the new firm and and impulsive became the new persistent. We watched in horror as humanity was gradually conditioned to accept as normal acts that would normally be considered outrageous and out of place. We saw the displacement of compassion and the radicalization of the moderates. Before you jump to judge me, remember that we saw the dehumanization of humanity.

I am in no way attempting to assume a condescending position of psychological superiority, that my friend is your job. I have in fact come to terms with the reality of my fate. I am in to deep and will become a benefactor of the system. A sellout as you might call it, but i like to think of myself as a self made opportunist. The fallacy of social justice and human equality is now clear to me, the selfishness of political and human activism is now open for the whole world to see. Now i am promising you nothing but will make one last assertion: I am done with the crap and will fly straight across this border and never look back.

Sincerely,

The black hermit who finally made it home

If i could ... then i would

If i could just go ... crawl , walk, run and then fly ... fly somewhere far, where they dont care who you are. Live oblivious of this system that has tormented my mind, if i could just fade away from the laws, the judgment, and also from time.

If I could just Breath .... Take a long deep soothing and refreshing breath. Take a breath because i can and not because i have to, inhale and exhale past all the things I passed through. If I could breath for my uncle Nelson and my sweet loving mom, I will hold their hands for one last time and sing them a hip hop song.

If I could just be half the man that I think I`m meant to be, maybe i could pay my pops back half of what he`s sacrificed for me. If I contrast who I am now with who I`m meant to be, I derive the epic battle of the non-conformist vs society

If I could just see with my soul at the expense of my eyes, my life will probably have a whole lot more NOs and a whole lot less whys. If I could just see with my thoughts as a fundamental guide, then there will be a fundamental victory of the truth over lies.

If I could make the future, I would probably alter the past, cause my future will be filled with many figures that have passed. My boy Bol-z with Abe Lincoln getting blazed up with Marley while my mom is ridding shot gun and I am driving the car :) ... The perfect picture coming from a not so perfect state of mind, the perfect picture drawn in a setting with no space or time.

If i could LIVE ... If I could just LIVE

Then give me hell

Heaven: A wonderful place of perfect bliss and unimaginable joy. A city often said to be paved with pure gold and filled with many mansions. A place that is believed to to redefine pleasure and supersede even the wildest imagination of the most unrealistic optimist. Often upheld to be the final reward for "good" works done on earth, heaven is believed to be attainable by different people and for very different reasons.

A certain group of people believe they will end up in heaven just by adhering to the laws of planet earth. They just live with not much of an opinion and try to stay out of the way. Another large group of people derive their doctrine from a very similar source. They believe in one supreme and superior God but have managed to create irreconcilable differences as to how exactly this God operates. All the groups, subgroups and sub-subgroups under the one God movement also believe they are going to heaven. Another group derive their doctrines from similar sources and believe that noble and decent practices will place you on a superior level of consciousness of which after all has been said and done you will ultimately "return to the creator" (heaven).

Now is it just me or is it looking like there are going to be a whole lot of people in heaven. The question then becomes who exactly is not going to heaven ? Almost no one. The categories above almost cover every demographic therefore everyone on earth is simply going to pack up their bags and move to heaven someday. Will heaven not just become a replica of earth ?

It is either one group amongst the groups going to heaven is right or all the groups are simply wrong because the heaven i will want to end up in must hold non of the characteristics of this crazy world. If everyone on planet earth is actually moving to heaven at some point, if all the people dead in the past and going to die in the future are all going to the same place, If Malcolm X and Martin Luther King are heading to the the same destination as David Duke and Nathan Bedford Forrest, If Christopher Columbus and queen Anacaona currently dwell in the same place, If George Bush and Rush Limbaugh are heading to the same place as Osama Bin Laden and Mahmoud Ahmadinejad to recreate all this craziness ... if that place is called heaven ... Then just give me "hell"

To whom honour is due: A tribute and a love story

You were there through thick and thin, stood by me in the lions den.
In a sharp contrast to others, you never ever pretend.
I`m always real when I`m with you and dont have to try to blend,
you accept me as I am, you are my pen, my best friend.

I remember when we 1st met like 20 some odd years ago,
who would have known just how far this interesting duo would go
you are my friend, my colleague, my sister and my bro,
I love you to the death of me and i just wanted you to know

When we started getting intimate, I was almost going through hell,
You supported me through the craziness and silenced that ringing bell.
There are stories we have told and stories we've tried to tell,
because some things we wrote so poorly and others we wrote so well

So now am standing on my fingers and no longer on my toes,
my pen is my foundation and i will say it loud and bold.
So no matter where i go it may be half way across the globe,
you will be my pen, my best friend and its for you i write this Ode

Between a bullet and its target: The final seconds of an ambitious peasant

The world stood still as it listened to the orgasmic symphony of mother natures orchestra. Truly the significance of this day will never be forgotten. The birds harmoniously sang with the wind, while the trees danced to the intimidating but pleasant tunes. As the rest of the people reflect on the events of the immediate past, they cannot come to terms with the fact that his status is now past tense ... The picture of a nation mourning the death of a revolutionary leader gradually fades right back to reality, as he lays dieing in the alley way struggling to take his last gasps of air.

There will actually be no 21 gun salute, nor will there be a state funeral ... mother nature did not organize the powerful elements at her disposal to honor him, and he probably wount even make it to the local paper ... He is just another victim of a robbery gone wrong ... Just another soon to be dead man ... wow ... quite a sharp contrast from the illusions of boy growing up determined to be massive ... The dreams that were gradually buried by the harsh realities of life ... Dreams that were only resurrected seconds before he breathed his last ... This is unfortunately the dominant story of the world today.

A collection of shattered dreams and lost inspiration. The story of a people that choose to stop pushing ... The tale of a universal ideology grounded in mediocrity... "I will not do that dance nor will i walk that path" was his initial resolve ... "Ok i will give a little shake and maybe a backslide or two just to get around for now" was his latter compromise ... "Oh my God how did i get here ?" was his final question "A little shake and a backslide grew into a full fledged break-dance which i could never break out of until my dieing second" was his final conclusion.

I am

I am the product of the reasoning of an unreasonable elite ... I am the daughterless son of a sonless daughter; yes i was disowned by my father, brothers, and even my mother. I exist in a complicated state of illusion and reality as the reality of many is but the illusion of the illusionist and the illusion of most has often been nothing but the truth ...

But what is truth in the first place ? can truth be measured by the inner convictions of what a person considers to be a moral consciousness ? Or is truth a universal fact that cannot be changed by the thoughts or perceptions of a person. If the former holds to be true, then i am almost always a lie ... An antagonistic pest seeking to destroy the resolve of a "moral" protagonist. However, if the latter definition is proven as right, then i might be able to "justify my thug". I am the reaction to an action, the consequence of a choice ... I am the climax of a build up, the result of a violated treaty ... For the choice of the parties to violate the pact, was my incentive to move in, to spread, and also to act.

I am the constant reminder of the failings within society, an embodiment of nemesis and karma all in one. I have been to the mountain top and I swear if they do not act now, united under the cause, they will all be exterminated as single individuals. I am the manifestation of hate, injustice and destruction, and my existence has made love, justice and construction even more attractive ... I am the doing of people but can easily be their undoing ... I am what I am ... I am the tragedy of a man.