poet smoet

here it is, the last day of national poetry month i have not written one poem. not one, single, solitary poem. do i feel bad? not really. would i have like to have written one? sure. but instead, i have decided to share one of my fav poems by one of my fav poets: Imamu Amiri Baraka.

Ka 'Ba

A closed window looks down on a dirty courtyard, and black people call across or scream or walk across defying physics in the stream of their will Our world is full of sound Our world is more lovely than anyone's tho we suffer, and kill each other and sometimes fail to walk the air We are beautiful people with african imaginations full of masks and dances and swelling chants with african eyes, and noses, and arms,  though we sprawl in grey chains in a place full of winters, when what we want is sun. We have been captured,  brothers. And we labor to make our getaway, into the ancient image, into a new correspondence with ourselves and our black family. We read magic now we need the spells, to rise up return, destroy, and create. What will be the sacred words?  http://www.amiribaraka.com/

deep sleep

i think i'll go crawl up under him now and exhale into restful slumber. if willed, i shall blog manana. if willed, i shall think it. do it. be it.....a writer turned published author! 

til next time...

btw

i did nothing on my things to do list for tuesday. that really sucks. i have the nerve to complain about my project management skills and i wasted away on twitter. smh!

We Begin, Again

i have a few blogs actually. the gaps between dates for the posts is amazing to me. yet, i'm a die-hard for electronic journaling so here we are again:) besides, those other blogs are not fit for public consumption. i need somewhere to vent and rant uncontrollably, without judgements.

the writing bug is coming back. yeaaa! 

i am also excited about reading. i have a few already that i need to churn thru, in addition to putting together a summer reading list.

i'm planning to the do the poem a day, for 30 days activity. this is the mail reason i started this blog. i wanted somewhere for others to come and peer into my world, my madness and my joys.