For bongoman Jahlani Niaah on his earthday. Red dirt everywhereBloodying up my houseIn the foyerUp the staircaseBy the sink with those dirty dishesInside the den with those shelves of paperI need to read those papers Mark them up and turn in the gradesBut for the broken glass

Don’t miss me, only love meMy soldier in this spiritual warJust love me, don’t you miss meMy solider in this love clash One day the sun will rise on my smileNo more war with my pain and sadnessAnd when the darkness around me subsidesA spark will ignite to power my desire

I don’t remember your last nameYou told me once, twice before I was looking awayAt your pictures on the wallA ball-head those daysYoung boy dealing with young girlsOn playing fields

When I live in the future it brings me pain and suffering, because I setup expectations for my life that I have no control over. When I start to think about all the what ifs – whether positive or negative – it always leads to pain, because I have no control over these things, and no matter how elaborate my …

I had a dread experience this weekend taking communion at my grandfathers funeral. I practiced a new meditation to rid myself of fear and connect with the divine. I’ve spoken before about how all fear is irrational and boils down to one thing, fear of our own mortality, but I I have more to say on the matter. Fear of death is …