On The Short tale of the Sun

Its going on three weeks of Christmas break it has been uneventful, but yet I have done allot of stuff. From getting my drivers licence, to semi- helping in a campaign, to getting my hair locked, I will be recording myself as well. Yup uneventful but stuff at the same time. I think it seems uneventful because none of my friends are here.I am loving the adventure though. This next poem is weird but so am I, so yeah.

On the short tale of the sun, peace rides its rays

Joy illuminates its shine

God smiles through.

Heat, the Love of God butters my soul

Kisses my spirit, stills my essence, bakes my existence.

Dries my sin, dehydrates my iniquity.

On the short tale of the sun I climb the core

Scorched my understanding, scalded my wisdom

No water dare touch its skin

It evaporates the deepest ocean

And melts the densest glacier

My heart is overflowing with water my body rising in temperature

Spiritual warming of epic proportion

This is not propaganda

This is no inconvenient truth

This is my God, my fire

No Brimstone

My peace No misunderstanding

My joy no Sorrow

My Life, Death hunts itself

On the short tale of the Sun I ride I ride I ride

- Lawrence

I said a Bad Word

I said a Bad Word

I laugh

I laugh

I laugh

Life is humorous, so much truth, there seems to be no truth at all.

I can’t hear, listen, speak, hasten, without fuzz crowding my reception.

I know not a thing anymore; I am a slave to ignorance. Information crowds the airs, taints my walls, and blinds my stares.
I am laughing, laughing at corruption that goes corrupted, and peoples ignorance of the issue.

I laugh at political agenda, bureaucracy cloaked as democracy tears down sanity.

Rationality gone now rationed resources lie in the balance, as we fight with hearts full of strife and greed and pride and lead our constituency to moral hell and just us theology.

I laugh

I laugh

I laugh

Because if I don’t I’ll go mad, insane, there is no membrane to explain this disdain, and the pain,

Felt by them that do not fit in US but hang in the balance on already feeble margins.

Doomed by wool suits and jimmy choo shoes, that kiss ancient carpets to deliver full but incomplete bills to the slaughter house.

Oh I laugh but aint shit funny.
-Lawrence

I should Blog More Even if No One reads it

I'm not one who thinks that literary emotional vents into cyberspace is appropriate. I vent to close freinds who understand my quirkyness and my annoying need to over process and analyze everything, which unfortunately will be my demise without discipline. I should blog more even if no one reads it because though I believe I have good things to say most people will not have the fortune of indulging in my brilliance. I however hany words to say and many thoughts to hash out. So, I should blog more even if no one reads it.
- Lawrence