If you frequent this little thing of mine I don’t like to call a blog, then you may have noticed as of late I have not been writing as much as I used to. I have reached a crossroads in my life that is very hard to articulate. Most of you twenty-somethings out there, and perhaps some of you who are a bit older, should feel me when I say that I have become consumed with searching for myself. I have become obsessed with identifying my passion, clarifying my purpose, and restructuring my goals to achieve those things I desire most. In a world full of endless possibilites and with an imagination full of endless dreams how do you know which ones to catch and which ones to let float away? Is it even possible to catch them all? In my head are many questions, and I’ve been searching tirelessly for answers. I’ve been looking for signs, something, anything to tell me where to enter, where to exit, what to look out for, to speed up or to slow down, to be cautious, to wait, to change directions, or to stay the course, but I’ve seen no such guides along my way. It is during these times when our eyes fail us we are forced to do the hardest and simplest of things, TRUST and BELIEVE……..
you can question my soul
yes
you can question my soul
but it will probably just
walk
away
cause you don’t know me
and I don’t owe you
and that is all
i have to
say
you can question my soul
yes
you can question my soul
but it will just move
past and
forge ahead
cause the only
voice
that I hear is
much greater than
yours
and there are
no more words
left
to
be
said
question my soul
question my soul
but it will probably just
walk
away
TAE
Filed under: Jamz, Poetry | Tags: Gil Scott-Heron, Gil Scott-Heron- Me and the Devil, I'm New Here, Me and the Devil, music videos
The true artists are coming to take back our eyes and ears….i’m loving it( and no that was not a subtle shout out to McDonald’s). The legend Gil Scott-Heron dropped a new video for “Me and The Devil” of his upcoming album I’m New Here. I’m kind of late but I dig it so I’m posting it…right on
and daps
and love
and cold shoulders
when seasons change
familiar faces
shape shift
words become shorter
until pages become blank
and chapters come to an end
my
my
my
how things change
I wouldn’t have it any other way

