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i recently sent this to someone, and just wanted to share it with all of you… the message, that is.
’ the night time does the same thing to me. too many thoughts running through my head, i find myself getting so depressed - so quickly. it’s tough to break out of it, it really is. the best way to deal with it- is just to feel it… no matter how much it may hurt. then… apply to life. remember, you always feel your best the moment after you’ve cried. ‘
’ i’d rather be let down - than impressed. ‘
You’re the sound of a midsummer sunrise.
The shimmer of diamonds shining in your eyes and you make me feel… so lucky.
You’re the star that can light up the night.
You are everything heaven here in this life,
and it might not feel like it now… but you’re so lucky.
And no matter if the blue sky turns to grey,
the silver lining clouds are on their way.
So close your eyes,
there’s better times than this.
Take a breath and start over again.
Cause you just don’t know,
how much better this can get.
I’m here to remind you to put it behind you.
Cause nothing will ever take your luck away.
You’re the spark that started the fire.
You’re the passion that burns in the heart of a child,
and I don’t understand… how you got so lucky.
And never forget you are loved and adored,
and your endless perfection cannot be ignored.
And no one will ever be as lucky.
Huge photo update here:
http://blog.nicolerork.com/2009/10/22/october-photo-update/
I’m also giving away an 8x10 photo — read the blog post and find out how!
What happened to dignity
Did it go away again?
Just like some worn out trend?
Will I still defend emotions?
What happened to honesty?
I don’t see it on the Top Ten
I only see it in what has been
Cause I still defend devotion
Am I alone?
Don’t wanna rest
I don’t wanna breathe
When I wanna hear about life
Don’t wanna hear a spokesman
I don’t wanna test
I want to believe
The god damn singer wrote the song
Don’t wanna hear a spokesman
What happened to integrity
I don’t see it on MTV
All I see is choreography
And I’ll never be a dancer
What happened to puberty?
Bad skin and insecurity?
And who the fuck is Felicity?
Cause I got problems of my own
Am I alone?
- Goldfinger **Spokesman**
Yes, well, I am a bluesman in the life of the mind; I’m a jazzman in the world of ideas, which means I’ve got to forge my unique voice, tied to my vocation with a vision, and a unique style. And it’s a voice and style that doesn’t fit well within highly professionalized and specialized contexts.
A blues person is always one who keeps his funky and resists all forms of sterilization, sanitation and deodorizing of funky reality. And by sanitation, I don’t mean I’m against keeping things clean, but I don’t like those discourses that are so clean that they don’t allow the funk, like the squeegee men in New York, like the marginalized, like our gay brothers and lesbian sisters who are often dishonored and dehumanized even by some on the left, or forgetting of indigenous people. I have a whole section here talking about I will never forget about my dear indigenous brothers and sisters, whose suffering is rendered invisible, and oftentimes, like the Zapatistas, they got to put on a mask in order to be seen at that level of invisibility, you see. That’s what a blues man’s about, telling the truth with a smile on his or her face. That’s Bessie. That’s Ma Rainey.
- Dr. Cornel West.
