"No Love Lost"

"Art of Survival (Elevator Up)"

"I'm Back (Forget Me Not)"

Die No More

I always knew it be this. I never doubted it for a minute. But in the business of life, the rearview mirror is always clearer than the windshield.

I was drowning. And didn't realize I was naked until the tide went out. I've had a friend or two. But it's mostly been me. And I'm terrible at relationships. If time is the enemy of the mediocre; why do my days feel so painfully long?

More than ever before, I understand, the walls we build around us to keep sadness out also keeps out the joy. And increasingly, it becomes easier to cry when you realize that everyone you love will reject you or die.

I hold no anger though. Just yesterday I read that "anger is a poison we take ourselves in hopes of hurting the other person."

Die no more.

I Woke Up Early This Morning...

And realized there's nothing like the future... I feel blessed. I've got a dedicated team excited to make it happen. I was introduced to DubStep last night... and it blew my mind. It's a totally new way of experiencing music for me.

So this rap music ends up being a new kind of poetry for me. I gave up on new poetry myself maybe 5 years ago, when most of it began to read like coded messages passing between lonely aliens on a hostile world.

With everything behind me, I feel more at home now.

Any poet, if he is to survive beyond his 25th year, must alter; he must seek new literary influences; he will have different emotions to express.

That is the point at which I am at now.

To those of past, thank you for the perspective. To those of the present, thank you for your continued support. To those of the future, well it'll sure be nice to meet you. And when I finally do, pour me a glass and lets toast - to life, and love.

2010 shall be a year of Redemption.

“Let Israel hope in the LORD: for with the LORD there is mercy, and with him is plenteous redemption (Psalms 130:7).”

And everything that happens leads to salvation, ... Even if there is destruction, in the end, redemption will come.

Sincerely,

AJS

Speculum Speculorum...

"Do you know the hallmark of the second-rater? It's resentment of another man's achievement. Those touchy mediocrities who sit trembling lest someone's work prove greater than their own... they have no inkling of the loneliness that comes when you reach the top. The lonliness for an equal - for a mind to respect and an achievement to admire. They bare their teeth at you from out of their rat holes, thinking that you take pleasure in letting your brillance dim them - while you'd give a year of your life to see a flicker of talent anywhere among them. They envy achievement, and their dream of greatness is a world where all men have become their acknowledged inferiors. They dont know that that dream is the infallible proof of mediocrity, becvaue that sort of world is what the man of achievement would not be able to bear. They have no way of knowing what he feels when surrounded by inferiors - hatred? no, not hatred, but boredom - the terrible hopeless, draining, paralyzing boredom. "

Seculo Seculorum... Surgam

Lessing wrote, "There are things which must cause you to lose your mind & reason or you have none to lose." Upon reading this, I began to examine the statement with the kind of "eye for detail" a doctor has in searching for a cancerous cell.

"What have I lost," I asked myself. "What have I gained?"

$3.60 means things come full circle.

And for things to come full circle, I believe I needed to undergo... to experience the full cycle.

To be born. To live. To die. And to be reborn. Pluto. Scorpio. Hades. Underworld. Unseen. Unknown. Known.




I have undertaken this task... of redemption... of "Redemption" for Cathartic reasons... In hopes that it might be purifying or purging for both you and I. "In real life, men are sometimes too much addicted to pity or fear, sometimes too little; tragedy brings them back to a virtuous and happy mean." Tragedy is then corrective.

With that said, I hope this experience is pleasurable for you. I hope you can find some meaning in it, and walk away better than you came.

Sincerely,

AJS

Anthony Shears | Microphone Sessions | Walk In My Shoes

Speak.

Once Upon a Time in the Ghetto

There's a war going on outside... No man is safe. From himself. But this aint no World War whatever... No Warsaw. Work with me. And watch. Cuz what's going on around here is way worse than what you might be aWAre of... whoa!

Last night I had a dream Jesus came back as a Palestinian. He kept yelling at me, "Say word son!"

And I kept yelling back "Word" like, "I have none."

Speak.

I understand my purpose, but my shadow may not be big enough.

Every word is measured against the Tower of Babel...

Like here's your punishment. I'm calling you.

I'm calling you out.

Like put your mama on the phone because I know you're daddy ain't home...


write bars where (in this city) the consequences are being who you are.

write bars in this city... go to too hard... and get life bars.

My nigga told me if G.d didn't let him into Heaven, he was breakin inside.

And I was breakin' in(side) like "There's nowhere to hide."

It was Heaven... Jesus was there... HANGING with Emmett Till...

and I could here "Strange Fruit" playing in the background.

So I leaned over and grabbed the microphone from Michael Jackson who grabbed it from James Brown and cleared my throat...

speak.

Fear and Self-Interest...

Men are Moved by two levers only: fear and self interest... and in revolution there are only two sorts of men, those who cause them and those who profit by them. I think I prefer to be both. And with that in mind, WE set out to accomplish what has never been accomplished from our geography. Indeed glory is fleeting, but obscurity is forever. We, the sons of real men and women, can no longer obey; We have tasted command, and we cannot give it up. We will not give it up. We will not lose.

I'd like to formally introduce myself. My name is Anthony J. Shears. Welcome to my world...

My ENDtroduction.

AJS