Hope

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You have the sun, you have your music

kind hands of the people who care for you

Everywhere there is a painting sprawled out in front of you.

we build things

and string lights across the yard

Stay in castles with the millionaires

sweat in the southern heat

make monuments to gods and heroes

monuments to law and money

treasure relics of the past

and keep our neighborhoods

take a little something to ease the pain

of the last time we laid eyes

on ones we love

make new friendships

the past falls into the distance

a new idea

a familiar song

animal friends

sex, drugs, rocknroll

an old friend

 an old city

wait

then come back home

  

What I Saw From a Window

The street here from the water is so far
I wonder if as we pushed nature back
We didn't build these streams of rolling cars
To fashion us the rivers that we lacked
The waves massage my thoughts from here to there
And extricate my feelings from their sneak
The architects, it seems, had been aware
That the view was too compelling on it's feet
Curved continuum of water 'round the wheel
To play it's ancient magic on my head
Then finally this voodoo at my heels
When breathing, I traverse the riverbed

It was a winter.

Here are some photos I shot around my neighborhood in Harlem one day.

You're just the same as I am.

I Still Exiiiiiiiis...