In the constant pursuit of love and truth.
I just want to live like Calvin and Hobbes.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
Modern Life Is War - D.E.A.D R.A.M.O.N.E.S
“We’re not pretty and we’re not rich, we’re gonna have to fucking work for it.”
Macklemore X Ryan Lewis- Otherside Remix Feat. Fences
Jeff had a good day today.
I found a lamp that was also a seat. I want to buy a dozen of them and put them in an apartment someday.
Going to Ikea for the first time y’all.
Brother Ali-Not A Day Goes By
Continuing the run of hip hop I’ve been on lately here’s a new song from Brother Ali hailing from the hip hop hotbed of Minneapolis’ MN; home of the Rhymesayers label and many great artists like Slug and P.O.S. Enjoy.
Macklemore X Ryan Lewis-Wings
Out of the blue a hip hop artist surprises me once in awhile. Ryan Lewis kills this beat while Macklemore brings some insightful words to the table about the marriage of hip hop and sneakers.
PS:
The video is a less than tongue in cheek stab at the Nike ad campaign that featured Spike Lee a few years ago.
The Homeless Gospel Choir - Not Ashamed
Marriage, kids and a mortgage - well, there’s nothing wrong with that.
But if you lose yourself in the process, you might be dead where you are at.
my girlfriend everyone.
I don’t deny this fact.
none taken at all, you saying this makes me think about my girlfriend and how beautiful she is and how I’m baffled she finds me attractive
well regardless if it was my girlfriend or not it’s a nice ego-booster
thank you for the kind words, is this Carissa?
This poem isn’t done yet but I felt led to share it.
don’t be too harsh on it please.
I saw the sky pour scarlet lines
Like etchings on crooked palms
Outlining a pair of tattered wings wearing a tin crown
Flapping violently with the grain
It spoke nothing
Held thunderclaps in each its hands
and war beneath its hooves
Greeted eagerly by backdoors
and whispered secrets
It kept glass eyed hatred in television sets, cupboard drawers, and by street corner signs
Where people offer their safety hand over fist
While clutching each other’s fingers
shaped into shadows that look like coffins
In the dusks last lantern light
I saw the bellies of women filled with flames
Stamped out by silver hooves
Before as much as a cry could escape from their lips
They cough the smoke from their flattened stomachs
Kiss with sooted lips and give charcoal filled grins
I watched plowshares bend like tired backs over bronze earth
Scattering silver sparks like seed over unyielding ground
that took the sweat from men’s brows
and drank joyfully the blood of their hands
Mapping red thread roots over the copper loam
That sprouted the muzzles of wolves with mortar mouths and pestle teeth snatching
the speech of angel tongued children;
They spoke in the language of God
And after I surveyed all that had been done
I tried to shut out my anger with a match stick mouth
But my black cauldron mind boils over with the striking sound of sulfur
Righteous indignation turns to holy ghost heaviness
that escapes like a free falling hammer from my chest
That makes me cry out Maranatha
Jehovah Rapha!
Raah!
Nissi!
Shammah!
Oh come swiftly for this nation that burns its candle at both ends
It arrogantly believes that time runs straight
a bullwhip that they control for their own benefit
Not knowing that they are merely a neighboring spoke beside destruction
on age’s wheel
Lash your splintered bones in the shape of a crucifix
Make sure to listen to the sounds of the marrow scraping against marrow
Let it be a tuning fork whose pitch cracks your ribs
Let your blood flow forth
Make your heart burst like wineskins
Rival Mob - Mob Justice Intro
(Source: invertedcross)
The mail came today. Thanks Annie for getting me this. You are the best.
