Monthly Archives: March 2012
Reflections on Trayvon and America
The story of Trayvon Martin is yet another tragic event in the disturbing history of America, and a prime example of why a country with great ideals has thus far failed to step up to the platform of greatness.
The unfortunate truth is the inequity of opportunity, the history of slavery and failure to deal with the ongoing issue of racism, the existence of classism and sexism, the decreasing focus on education, the rise in ignorance, the lack of effort to grow and protect our youth, and our ongoing love affair with violence and belief that we can reach a peaceful place through violent means are just some of the things holding us back.
Can we be the great we say we are? Yes, but there is also a likelihood that the dynasty will fall like all before them have. Something has to change.
“Free” Write
How can writing free you, when you allow the words to be trapped in the same way you’ve allowed your life to shackle you. Stuck trying to conform to a particular style or form the way you’ve boxed yourself into a career. Follow the rules and your words will be rewarded by promotion. Published and fed to the mainstream for their conformity, yet remain empty on the page they sit on. Their lack of meaning masked by the aesthetics of the language the same way your lack of character is hidden by your fancy suits.
They call you a poet, but I see a fraud. Someone who’s afraid to allow their words to soar beyond the restrictions of form. Outside the realm of art, existing in the unspoken language that spoken words can’t reach. Written to the pulse of your heart and read like braille by the soul; you have to feel it to understand its meaning.
Quite frankly your words don’t move me.
Sunday Reflections – Part 2
When I was 20, I knew what I wanted to do with my life and it included things like getting a high paid job, selling some books of poetry, buying a house, and having the prestige of someone doing something big with their life… I did it, and like many others before me, I learned that accomplishing the goals I had at 20 weren’t as fulfilling as I expected it to be.
Today, I still know what I want to do with my life but I have to admit it looks a little different now than it did before. Now it’s please God, be a good husband and father, and help someone else realize that happiness doesn’t come from what you achieve in the eyes of man, but it comes from who you are in the eyes of God.
Let’s have a good week people.
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