Monday, May 21, 2007

HANG ON TO YOUR DREAMS...

hang on to your dreams
trust God
and you'll make it
you gotta hang on to your dreams

Saturday, May 12, 2007

and how...

the news came
down into my gut
and fluttered
sour as sticky moths
wanting to fly
but consumed and
drowning inescapably in
acidic lather
afraid of life
and the daily decisions
I retreated to the one place
that is familiar
for assurance
but I found none there
pain is lonely
no matter what they say
it can not be shared
as a bitter taste
or an embrace
with another

in happy times
I knew a happy God
and yet, strangely
these times make the God of wonder
an indifferent omnipotent
of doubt and mirrored translucence
for to trust Him
as a blind man trust
that with the next step
he will not step off the edge
of the world and fall into
the abyss of darkness that is his fear
is to surrender to His will
and sometimes the will
can be tragic
and how can faith be justified
in tragedy
unless my faith goes beyond
the world that I know
and how can this
notion of beyond beyond
be of help
to a single man
living a single life
within himself
and not beyond

as much as I want to
be spiritual at this moment
any force or being is
friend to this fear
and how...as
the balance of a life hangs
as a question
followed by an ellipsis
written on a sheet of anxiety
not knowing
this 48 hours
is not knowing
what will happen
and how...

Thursday, May 03, 2007

skyvictoria007 chat transcript...


wayofthewizard: hi baby
skyvictoria007: hello
wayofthewizard: what city r u in?
skyvictoria007: london now
skyvictoria007: u?
wayofthewizard: Seattle
wayofthewizard: y london now
wayofthewizard: where will you be tommorow?
skyvictoria007: i work there
skyvictoria007: london
wayofthewizard: that's exciting
wayofthewizard: what do you do?
wayofthewizard: I'm a musician
skyvictoria007: i work for a company
wayofthewizard: that's a very non descriptive reply
skyvictoria007: we extract the raw materials need for the manufacturing of fabrics,
wayofthewizard: oic
skyvictoria007: cool
wayofthewizard: r u african american?
wayofthewizard: or african?
skyvictoria007: europe
wayofthewizard: u're european?
skyvictoria007: are you interested in what can make us more close?
skyvictoria007: yeah
wayofthewizard: what is that?
wayofthewizard: I'm interested in knowing who you are
wayofthewizard: that's why I'm typing to you
skyvictoria007: we are looking for a representative in the states, someone who would help us recieve payments from our customers in the states
wayofthewizard: r u one of those nigerian internet scam people?
wayofthewizard: how can I get in on the hustle?
wayofthewizard: what race are you?
skyvictoria007: what?
wayofthewizard: are you black .....white?
wayofthewizard: red?
wayofthewizard: purple?
wayofthewizard: what country were you born in?
wayofthewizard: what does your mama and daddy look like?
wayofthewizard: what ethnicity are you?
wayofthewizard: hello?

Tuesday, May 01, 2007

"you keep the ticket"


today I went to my Vietnamese Dry Cleaner
and they couldn't find my clothes
you see I never get a ticket
I'm so important
they can just remember me
I don't like scraps of paper
cluttering up my life
or my desk
or my car
so "you keep the ticket"
that's what I tell them
every time
but today
they lost the ticket
and they couldn't find my clothes
so I went to Columbia Plaza
I bought some baggy hip hop pants
and a jean jacket with frayed patches
I went back to the dry cleaners to show them
"I spent $100 because you can't find my clothes"
and she said
"you can push the button"
so I did, I went behind the counter
I pushed the button and turned the powered rack
and looked for my clothes
because she didn't have time
because I had no ticket
because I am so important
so well known
everyone knows me
how could you forget
I make myself known
I'm a presence
but I didn't have the ticket
so I pushed the button
and looked at all the black clothes
a long oval shaped revolving rack
that dipped down to the counter
like an escalator
I searched
and I found nothing
except the black clothing of other
customers, I thought
"why am I doing this
she needs to find my clothes"
but she was busy
and I didn't have a ticket
and then, suddenly
I found my clothes
the Dickie shorts, the shirt, the pants,
the sweater, the black slacks, and I yelled
"I told you, I told you,
I told you they were here!"
and she smiled, and said
"next time...you keep ticket"