Everyday N Everyway
We woke up and went our separate ways. We came back and started another day.
There is never confusion, for we both speak to God. Something that we never disagreed, far beyond.
The love involved is not conditional. Because of my sign I will contest if she is superficial. For she to see the true me makes me want to run and hide. I am a King, a large man that can not be disguised. I stand naked every moment looking for the truth to set me free. She sees.
She sashays me to the next echelon daily, strong. Confidently.
Writing
Neither the government nor the national media should have total control over the national agenda. However, with these two institutions at the center of the national scope and, in a sense, designing the national scope, it is inevitable that both will always have some control over the agenda. The government is the overseer of our laws and supervises our national and foreign policy. The media brings to light the practices of our government, but concurrently publicizes their own schemas due to corporate interests and political influences. This causes for a constant battle for the control over the direction of our nation and a consistent negation and revision of information delivered to the public.
According to democracy, the citizens of our nation should have the most control over our national agenda. In essence, we citizens still have a major influence on the agenda, but many do not know how to exercise their rights and privileges, and countless Americans fail to even educate themselves on the agenda enough to want to make change. This leaves the government and the media with virtually limitless leverage to oblige their own ideals and concerns to the masses.
As we move further into the 21st century and war and immigration conflicts occupy our national concern, it is important that all Americans become aware of this battle between our government and the media and the quest for control of the national agenda. By becoming aware, we as individuals can begin to take a position on these issues, and find an outlet for our voices and thoughts to be heard and recognized. If we continue to allow the government and the media to control our psyche in regards to our nation’s position in the world, the agenda will be one solely intended for the wealth of the already wealthy.
Bachelor Party
On Saturday, my youngest brother will be exchanging vows with his lovely fiancee at the Butterfly Pavilion. Last night my brothers, along with a few friends had his bachelor party where we drank and discussed the married life. My brother Jermaine was the first to marry out of the three of us. I married second, and now the youngest Cameron will be the last to tie the knot and turn in his player’s card. Not a bad thing at all. I am excited for him and his new family. I have confidence that they will last forever. His new wife is ambitious and stands behind him and beside him 100 percent. What more can you ask for?
However, the subject behind this writing is the party last night. I went to the get together somber and tired. I had not eaten the whole day besides the left over chicken 10:30 that morning. My wife and I were beefing over something I can’t remember and money is super low.
I started by drinking a couple of MGD’s and swallowed down a glass of Parrot Bay and pineapple juice. By that time I was feeling the effects of the alcohol and knew I had over drank. Less the food in my stomach made the high more unbearable. Usually I can smoke and relive myself of the drunkenness which did work initially. I was still high off the liquor, but I was functional at the least. Then, someone mentioned that there was still a full bottle of Vox waiting to be opened. Unwisely, I went to the freezer and grabbed the bottle. I took at least 3 tall shots to the head. I was done drinking. I went outside with my brother to discuss some family business when I suddenly lost control of myself. I went into the bathroom where Cameron was sitting and had already released his problems in the toilet. It was my turn. I asked him if it were ok, and as soon as he said go ahead, I was flowing like a pipe. Nothing but bile and liquor came up. There was no food to lose. People started congregating in the bathroom for some reason. I was praying everyone left their judgments at the door. By that time I was just continuously dry heaving. I was eventually able to signal to Cameron to get everyone out. I was clearly at rock bottom. I could not stand or for that matter sit up without leaning over. Out of control. I could not think of anything except getting somewhere where I could pass out and not feel ashamed. I would never find my keys to even attempt to drive home. God help me.
Jermaine came to my rescue and gave me a big body to lean on. He explained that this was nothing new, a he always had me in any situation. I have never had that. I have always been the responsible one. making sure people got where they needed to be. When they are shit faced or sleep, or simply unable to take care of themselves. I walked in those shoes last night at my little brother’s bachelor party.
Consela
I pick through these leaves looking for something. About a mile in I see her. Sitting there. Naked. She stares into the woods like She stares into a mirror. She combs her hair. The wooden comb slides easily upon her scalp. Her face is strong. She is.
She turned and saw me. I am ashamed. Humiliated. I crawl into her habitat in the forest. I notice beyond the elms a child running after her. My daughter is naked.
I continue to move toward her. And I notice everything about her. She about me. I was naked. Weakened by myself.
My daughters run became consistent gaits as she grew coming toward us. She reached down and lifted my head to her navel. I saw a labyrinth through her spleen. She disappeared once I blinked my eyes. I looked up to see that She had transformed into wings. My body grew stronger and I stood to my straight height.
We were crossing through the stratosphere. I could tell because of the pressure against my chest. My daughter’s ambitions propelled us through the mesosphere until all the stars were visible. I pointed to one and my wings tugged at my shoulders. The three of us flew two light years before we reached Consela. During which time we studied and debated. Upon landing at the cape, She converted back and dove into the sea. My daughter stood 7 feet by now, and ran to the apex of the mountain. I strolled the beach looking for light. I could see them as they approached from approximately 9 nautical miles. She is well beyond that to worry. My daughter has dived the 14,000 foot cliff and I wait for the sign. Their faces were quarter round and transparent. I greeted telepathically as they scanned my body. The leader of 13 placed one of its many faces against mine and sent me dreams. I envisioned commerce and cooperation within their community. Saod, invited me to their craft. I noticed their contentment with my presence, like someone like me had been there before. The bright light blinded me when the entry retracted. Once we walked for what seemed about 100 yards, we were in the city. The Consela dash through the avenues and alleys of light and intelligence. It was an hour before I realized the city was miles away.
She let me know when I passed by one of the lights on the Lorpez Stream. Her voice reminded me that She is God. God reminded me that I am. She laughed and smiled and ran naked on the hotel balcony. I chase her excited by love. I tell her to meet me tonight for dinner, I love her, and keep Kelliah near after we make love.
Saod and three other quarters surrounded me as we traveled. I noticed this formation allowed for a swifter and more aerodynamic transport of a foreigner in their system. The streaks of other Consela on the Stream resembled tear drops. The curve of their face was lit with blue as they sped pass me not two feet away. The lights and intelligence that occupied the Stream’s shoulder registered thoughts and dreams at an unconventional speed that led me to believe I could propel myself if I apply the knowledge. As we traveled for about an hour, I picked up the generic logic of their being. The lights and knowledge made me envision a slice of pie. Pi. I realized through reading the lights that they were telling us how fast we were going, where we were going, how we were going. I noticed the uniformity of the different pitches of light, and how simple and totally dependent thought guides the Consela movement. Billions of them came together to build skyscrapers far taller than mountains in Alaska. You could see these structures from hundreds of miles away. And we traveled on the Lorpez. This super freeway accommodated 10’s of millions of Consela as they traveled to become. From what I realized was our West to what was our East, the freeway had a width of probably 9 miles. The median was populated by millions of Consela structure. There were just as many intersections that formed below and above the Lorpez. Many of these smaller passages flowed in all directions. All directions. The many lights and structures illuminated the craft; still you could only see darkness in the horizon.
Revelations for the Revolution
The latest album released by Main, “Revelations for the Revolution”, showcases songs from previously released singles: his debut ”Losing Face” and sophomore LP “Musik Is All I Need”. The 14 track CD gives you a Bird’s Eye Sound of growth and ambition to change the thought process of youth and shift the masses to a greater cause and good.
In a recent interview with the Denver artist, he expressed his excitement about putting out material that listeners can grown with, and is interested in how people will react to songs from his debut in comparison to his second single. He is releasing a video for “Roads We Choose”, track 9 of the album. His mixed tape is also expected to hit streets in October.
After listening to the album, my first reaction was to the progression and accession of the lyrics and potency of his subjects. I realized the transition that was taking place during the making of these songs, and by further researching the personal events and circumstances directly from Main, I could look deeper into the emotion of the album.
Production complimented the subjects well. Most tracks were produced by Main himself. He had help from fellow C’Kret Society alumni Baliztic for a couple of tracks. The one collaboration ”The Times” with Jason is a nice track to run to. My favorite track on the album, “Free” gives you motivation to ”…Roll it up wit knowledge, nigga blaze with me, through these hard times…” . 4 out of 5 stars = Must Grab
!!!Listen to and Buy Revelations for the Revolution!!!
Check out the video below of his performance at Haden’s this summer!
