i feen
i wonder if i will ever be cured
i feen for something of superficial degree
in which i know if i don't play my cards right
i would definitely get burned

why am i writing like this
this is not a poem
never was going to be one
just started to write blurbs

now it is looking like a poem
people must think that this is as
good as my work can get
they
are wrong...

randy got me this... no, really. he got me this.. the jpg...oh well, it is the thought that counts!

(( sigh )).. i can now breathe. things have calmed down but just for a little bit. bambu's cd release is just the beginning. what is dope is that he sometimes refer to it as "our" cd, recognizing that we all have some help in getting him where he is today and that his release is significant to all of us poorhouse projekts heads. he has a great heart. so does the rest of the guys. each one work so hard to make their dreams come true with out forgetting about the other. jedi is my dawg, tho. never am i lacking an enthusiastic smile and hug from that guy. talk about support. he and bam really push me with my art and i can never express how thankful i am to their friendship. it is funny, but i did adopt their "fuggem" attitude. i have encounter friends who are not so encouraging and rather than believing them,i just say "fuggem! let me do this with out you then!'



been spiritually thirsty lately. i really need to take a break and reassess myself with the Most High again. it is hard because organized religion has reared their ugly head time and time again. i don't want to not believe that the greater good does not exist but talking with someone who is is in despair can be quite tricky. i have to not give in their pessimism and bad energy. but see, that is what happens when one spiritually thirsty person try to lead another spiritually thirsty. as much as i love my friend, i must go thru this journey with out her so that we both can make our own personal revelations. i know the answer already. i just need to quiet the part of me who is crying 'why, God? why is this happening? why are you not listening to me?" and just listen to what God is whispering to me. sometimes our own crying drowns out Her/His whispers.