I’m merely bored and wanted to share this with fellow memebers and hopefully invoke a discussion of some kind. Hell, the discussion doesn’t have to related to this stuff at all…
Any favorite poets/musicians/artists?
Read any good books recently?
Watch any thought-provoking movies?
Talk To Strangers
Nah, I wasn’t raised at gun-point and I’ve read too many books. To distract me from the mirror when unhappy with my looks. And I ain’t got proper diction for the makings of a thug, though I grew up in the ghetto and my niggas all sold drugs. And though that may validate me for a spot on MTV or get me all the airplay that my bank account would need, I was hoping to invest in a lesson that I learned when I thought this fool would jump me just because it was my turn.
I went to an open space, 'cause I knew he wouldn’t do it if somebody there could see him or somebody else might prove it. And maybe, in your mind, it may seem I got punked out. 'Cause I walked a narrow path and then went and changed my route. But that openness exposed me to a truth I couldn’t find in the clenched fist of my ego or confines of my mind, or the hippness of my swagger, or the swagger in my step, or the scowl of my grimace, or the meanness of my rep. 'Cause we represent a truth, son, the changes by the hour. And, when you open to it, vulnerability is power. And in that shifting form you’ll find a truth that doesn’t change. And that truth’s living proof of the fact that God is strange.
Talk to strangers, when family fails and friends lead you astray, when Buddha laughs, and Jesus weeps, and it turns out God is gay. 'Cause angels and messiahs, love, can come in many forms: in the hallways of your projects, or the fat girl in your dorm. And when you finally take the time to see what they’re about and, perhaps, you find them lonely or their wisdom trips you out, you’ll find the spot where cycles end, You’re back where you began. But come this time around, you’ll have someone to hold your hand who prays for you, who’s there for you, who sends you love and light, exposes you to parts of you that you once tried to fight. But come this time around you’ll choose to walk a different path. You’ll embrace what you turned away and cry at what you laughed. 'Cause that’s the only way we’re gonna make it through this storm, where ignorance is common sense and senselessness the norm. And flags wave high above the truth and the two never touch. And stolen goods are overpriced. And freedom costs too much. And no one seems to recognize the symbols come to life: the bitten apple on the screen. And Jesus had a wife. And she was his messiah, like that stranger may be yours, who holds the subtle knife that carves through worlds like magic doors. And that’s what I’ve been looking for, the bridge from then to now. 'Was watching BET, like , “What the fuck, son? This is foul”. But that square box don’t represent the sphere that we live in. The earth is not a flat screen. I ain’t trying to fit in. But this ain’t for the underground. This, here, is for the sun. A seed a stranger gave to me and planted on my tongue. And, when I look at you, I know I’m not the only one. As a great man once said, “There’s nothing more powerful than an idea whose time has come.”