mardi, juin 14, 2005

"All that talk is seasoned to perfection..."

You dream about your sheep and the Pyramids, but you're different from me, because you want to realize your dreams. I just want to dream about Mecca. I've already imagined a thousand times crossing the desert, arriving at the Plaza of the Sacred Stone, the seven times I walk around it before allowing myself to touch it. I've already imagined the people who would be at my side, and those in front of me, and the conversations and prayers we would share. But I'm afraid that it would all be a dissapointment, so I prefer just to dream about it. Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

Life can sometimes get all up in your ass with urgency and I'm grateful for that. I have taken to worshipping my own hurt feelings in the quiet indisputed ignominy of my cool pose until the pawn hits the conflict or the dawn comes softly signalling an impending jaunt to Hartsfield. A few Stellas garnished with an awkward toke, a cha cha slide and a refreshing promenade down memory lane collaspe into the transcendent somber that is the moment after. It betrays and illuminates all that has come before. The love that space demands wills me to shake the shackles off my feet and live. Rize, they do, and it is that easy. The homie knows as do I and we say we're committed to freedom. I ain't worried about her though; she stay 'bout her business but me on the other hand- I love myself when I'm looking mean and impressive but maybe not enough for laughter. During one dusk 'til past dawn salon I realized I might need a manager, a life coach of sorts. I'm afraid I don't have enough follow through to hire one so I'll fly away ASAP and stare heavy lidded into the clouds and imagine, again, that I have heaven right here on earth.

"I'm in a good mood, you lucky, I got a good groove. (And I ain't trying to fuck my thing up?)"*-Shawn Carter

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