M and H's family will be travelling to Pigeon Forge TN this weekend, The Roots are having a show in ATL and my parents are going to visit my sister in atlanta So A safe travel to all I pray
I had a poem going on this thing but the comp crashed here was the start of it. I think my poems are more like monologues anyway, or really just an arrangement of thoughts, here are some of the deepre thoughts I have had today
I need a muse, a cup of muse. A siren to call my name. A long slow walk in the dunes of cumberland. A journey comes as I look to the mountains what do I see?
Sand Gnats
Laughter
Marsh and Pines
The muse that calls my name.
The clouds looked as white puffs of smoke the other day. Now they are grey
May we walk in a labrynth one day
Do not let comfortability = apathy. Let I not forget the struggle as the career eases
Would Dylan exist without Ledbelly
Would I exist without Pierre?
Must we become so dis-conected with those who service us that we want to eliminate them
Is our blood not all red?
The trying times of the land call for action
Hope is aroud the corner, we must find it and take care of it
