I am a revolutionary.
I broke up with my roommate, moved to crystal and found myself back in the revolution. Its been so long since i’ve written that im not sure I can do this. some friends have dissapeared from my life, and on the journey so far I have found new people to travel with. All different ages but, all on the same wavelength as me. I’ve found my niche finally…
I’ll get more into detail about what im about to say in a later post but, my life is changing from that little black boy life with the overwhelmed and desperate disposition on life who is at the mercy of people who would seek to take advantage of his inexperience… and into this meditative positive black energy who carries a bag and a instrument. Making community, village, having tea and making music. Which brings me back to a dialogue that I have with my older brother whom i’ve just recently connected with since I’ve been back from California. Its about him telling me how to live my life to be most successful… meanwhile i listen i have this itching, creeping feeling that I dont need his advice anymore… That if I follow my heart into this world of music, art and activism i’ll be just fine… Im just scared to admit it to myself I guess because I’ve never been so in control of my own life before.
or as happy..
The vision is coming together, as they say. I’ve assembled a solid plan to execute a very large scale project here in the Twin Cities. I’ve all the resources, all the key players, all the equipment and all the knowledge I need to put together this conference. Now to set the date for our preliminary meeting.
Rhymed at an open mic two nights in a row. 2 nights, 2 performances plus the new people and hugs and introductions and handshakes inbetween are all it took to get me back to that place I used to be when I was younger.
But still.. I should meditate thoroughly…