Consistent Inconsistencies

Where do I begin? So many things have happened since I last posted. I was realeased, I mean laid off from my job because of some underhanded, I mean backstabbing, I mean because I "wasn't a fit" for the role I was in and they had no other positions to offer me. In my time off I've had more time to write poetry and music, though I haven't been making the most of my time and mostly I've been able to get my face back out there in the various scenes around town with the goal of being more involved. I've decided that I'm going to get back into this blogging thing by chronicling my days so that I can see what I'm actually doing with my time and how I can do things more efficiently.

As for this post this is a poem I wrote around the time after hurricane Katrina and the incident involving Sean Bell. Its untitled


I only want to write music and poems
Poems for the words to be heard, music for the soul to be stirred
Confusion lurks on the horizon of understanding

Not standing under false ideologies or false idols
America still worships the almighty

Dollars make sense to Presidents but not residents
of inner city concentration camps who can't comprehend
Why liberation always seems to slip their grasp
And we wonder why they grab guns
And why revolutions and revolutionaries these days are uncommon

But 41 shots are all too common,
51 shots are all too common
We are all too calm when city council condemns public housing
Because private condiminiums mean bigger paydays

What are we not seeing?

Just because evening news no longer views New Orleans devistation
Doesn't mean Katrina's catastrophe isn't firmly embedded in the memories of her victims
How quickly we forget

Someone's mother is still missing
Someone's father is still missing
sons and daughters aren't coming home

Many are still homeless

I wanna write music to inspire muses
that inspires movement without moving
A Song For You
Unforgettable, Irreplaceable music
That moves with the sound of the wind when you
Pray for the departed,
Amen

Amen music that transcends and resends love
To start a love movement
See we need more love in our music
And not that "let me buy you a drink and think that will suffice to take you home tonight"
I'm talking about that Sam Cooke
"Darling, you send me"
music that soothes the soul

This is a soul movement
I wanna write music and poems, poems for the words to be heard
Music for the soul to be stirred