Sunday afternoon

first poem in 5 months…

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my mom comes home from her shift at Denny’s
she’s surprised my brother is not laying on the sofa watching tv
she’s gotten used to seeing her 28 year old son in that position
his door is lock
she knocks
why is the door locked?
she yells
the door opens
she smells the stench of alcohol
his face is bright red
eyes barely open
she grabs the jack daniel bottle from his hand
walks out hurriedly and emptied it into the kitchen sink
complainin aloud the entire time
what is wrong with you?
all you do is smoke and drink at home
why don’t you think about how hard i have to work?
wait til i die
and then we’ll see what happens

Anthony Hamilton “Cool” feat. David Banner

one of the most consistent artist, period. the song and video is on-point. David Banner is a foo for this line though

“We can call our white friends up and drink a Miller Genuine Draft
Then kick ‘em all out of the house, take us a bath”

haha

Colin Powell comes correct

and endorses Obama!

He comments on all the negativity campaigning and how it allows stuff like this to happen out in the open. But if you know your history, this is “same shit, different day”.

“although it seems heaven sent…”

Scarface on McCain

Palin for prez

some people think she won the debate…even w/out answering any questions.

rise

“So I will continue to write: about two lovers embracing in the moonlight, near an abandoned mine where they have found the bodies of fifteen peasants, murdered by the military. Or about raped women and tortured men and families who sell themselves as slaves because they are starving. And also- why not?- about golden sunsets and loving mothers and poets who die of love. I want to tell stories and say, for example, that I CARE MORE FOR THE FREE MAN THAN THE FREE ENTERPRISE, MORE FOR SOLIDARITY THAN CHARITY. I want to say that its more important for me to SHARE than to COMPETE. And I want to write about the necessary changes…that will enable us to rise from our knees after five centuries of humiliations.” -Writing As an Act of Hope, Isabel Allende