If Sorrow Was Snow...

It's cold tonight... I don't feel any pressure but there's an upward motion of air carrying voices of doubt. It's snowing here. But rather than shovel it - tonight we make snow angels. If sorrow were snow then my MOMENTARY LAPSE OF REASON would be colored PINK and covered and beautified by it's blanket. Tonight's dinner is a three course meal prepared by Alexander Faulkner Shand, including: fear, anger, and joy.

I cling to repair.
Are those snowflakes or tears?

Pity taste like April 12th (which is one part sorrow, one part joy).

Bittersweet.

I hope my heart finds it's way home tonight.

I hope.

Love me.

“Sunshine cannot bleach the snow, Nor time unmake what poets know”
Ralph Waldo Emerson

After the rain - John Coltrane

Current Soundtrack - John Coltrane's "After the Rain"

The Night Has a Thousand Eyes...

I realized that what I love does not belong to me...

And I still love it!

I live in a time capsule.

Defending my curse.

I write to right.

The poem and the poet.

My journal is a battlefield of moral conflict.

But I don't expect to be justified. Ever.

My pain unspeaks an uneasy resolution.

Words articulating emotions articulating words articulating emotions.

My hope comes to me in softly hued vibrations

That sound like a broken heart beating in 4/4 time

With Lauryn Hill rhyming over it and Lena Horne singing the hook.

The car empties on my John Col-Train of thought...

It's been a long road traveled...

Many Miles to reach my MONK period.

So I live alone. Laughing in solitary.

The irony is...

It's only after taking GIANT STEPS forward that we realize how small the shoes we walk in are...

if The Night Has a Thousand Eyes, than EYE pray you SEE that...

You must find yourself.

That is part of it.

Burying who you were to discover who you could be.

Body and Soul.

Thank you for your thoughts...

Hello World,

Please enjoy this piece of writing. I just stumbled across it. I hope it touches you the way it has touched me.

Thank you KH. Our lack of communication pains me. But I know everything is... JUST FOR A TIME. Thank you for everything.

Dear Beautiful Self,

A woman in her life has only one goal she needs to accomplish before her time is up-- to prothect her truth from being broken (not even once). My experience has shown me that people wait around every corner to break us down, whether it be through hate, lies, violence, or invalidation. They want nothing more than to see us break down and fall under their misconceptions, false expectations, and maniacally oppressive stereotypes. The oppressor jeopardizes our beauty by creating and demanding an unrealistic reality. But he will never jeopardize our dignity-- we will be called bitches and hoes and still stand tall with our faces tilted towards the sky. There is a place in us that he can't touch, a wisdom, a beauty... our TRUTH.A woman needs to love and forgive at the same moment, to nurture and defend with the same hands, love unconditionally and conditionally forget, balance sanity and insanity with the same mind, appeal and appease with the same words.The entire spectrum of truth fits into one work of art-- the woman.

Peace Anthony.
By k huds on A Man In His Life... on 11/27/07

Little Susie...

Don't let them kill the little girl in you.
The one that sings that heavenly tune.
You left home.
You lost your way to find yourself.
And it helped.

For Better or for worse...

Last night, I let my tears fall where the sacristy once stood...

Going WITHIN.

Thru a ruined gate.

A mysterious energy.

Finding happiness in loneliness.

A raven's feather.

Urging me in the direction of the SON.

Zenith.

My mind's horizon tinged with red...

Living out some part of an inner dream everyday.

I searched for years and never found G.d in a church of any sort.

"It's the possibility of having a dream come true That makes life worth living."

And even if it doesn't... I perceived you. For a time.

We Did It featuring Deveraux by Anthony J. Shears

We Did It featuring Deveraux by Anthony J. Shears

Dinner is Served...

Why is it so important to dream?

“Because SUN... you’re future’s much brighter than your past!”

Tonight’s for thinking. A single lamp. A glass table. A pen. A pad. And the faint sound of the rain hitting the window. Things are so poetic though. I have a burning sensation to say things that might alienate me from my peers. There is a tyrant living inside me. We are aware of each other’s existence now. We’ve worked out some of our differences and respect each other more now. But there are times when I hear him yelling, “Fuck everybody,” and agree completely.

“There are birds who prefer not to fly” I hear her saying...

And so I stand. Skipping stones on a lake of my mother’s tears... feeling bad for being born.

Trying to figure out how to relate to the world over these beats...

And sometimes friends can be a sign of wreckage. So I bid mine farewell and hope to fair well.

I have made a great discovery. What I love belongs to me. I have to carry the burden of this history more lightly.

The world is a feast for my soul. And this is food for thought.

Dinner is served.

AJS

A Contrario...

I read a quote today... and can think about nothing else now...

"A Ship in harbor is safe. But that is not what ships are built for."

Thinking about myself "A Contrario" - I hope to one day be the kind of man people look to as an example. The kind of man a family can be proud of.

This process of REDEMPTION, up to this point, has largely been about going within.

And I'm much more comfortable living in these dark corners. At least for right now.

When I began writing this blog, I began in hopes of being able to offer something more for the people who listen to my music. "I Write to Right"... a hopeful sentiment - one hoping to reach at at least one person in one place, somewhere. If I have, great. If not, I guess I'm still hopeful at this point.

Perspective, from a contrary position.

Thank you all for vibing with me.

Burning the Late Night Oil...

I've began on a task... one without precedent... This ROAD TO REDEMPTION started with one step... and has brought me here...