beat: kingboom - corrupt gvt
lyrics: richard lee
we live in a world that is evil and eerie,
disinformation that’s added with some conspiracy theories,
i looked at my cousin like ‘robert you being stupid and faded’
he talks about supercomputers and how the gold is related
and how the people of satan control what the media show.
radiation from fukushima. bohemian grove.
illuminati. dragon brotherhood. gettin hostile.
occupying the streets against the seeds of the rothchilds.
my friend is moving up, so he proves it in front of me.
lies. manipulation of the pharmaceutical companies
keeping us ill, feeding us pills. the air we breathe is chemically filled.
if we’re not sick, there’s no profit!
then distorting the truth, downplay it to gossip.
so when people bring it up, the masses just think that we lost it.
have we lost it, am i crazy?
have you seen what’s been going around in this world lately?
NDAA to the fiat currency slavery…
poverty in the projects, martyrs because of bravery.
roman catholic church, manipulation of cameras
human sex traffickin, an invitation to NAMbLA
i’m still clutched to my God, findin the facts.
black magic is for real, like that of simon in Acts.
true evil is not a sinner, it’s the demon who fix spells
revelations 16:14 / ephesians 6:12
i need to make this, not cuz i wanted to spit it,
it’s not what you wanna hear, i’ll get more haters than credit.
read between the lines, not what they make up and say.
we need to love a little better, we need to wake up and pray.
today.
barefoot running (intro)
somehow i found myself attracted to barefoot running as soon as i heard about it. i had trained extensively walking with barefeet two years ago in preparation for a trip to India on pilgrimage. the Sabrimala pilgrimage is the second largest pilgrimage in the world in the world next to Islam’s pilgrimage site of mecca, and the first largest during the month of it occurs. it is open to anyone of any faith as long as you follow the vows. part of those vows were walking barefoot. the trip takes about 3 days where you walk up and down various mountains about 80 kms in all. so distance wasn’t too big of a thing for me. stepping on stones had become bearable, it made you more aware of your surroundings. even training in Richmond i would walk from downtown to to uptown across the river and back about ~25km. the pain i felt that year did not compare to running, either because the barefeet are out of shape or i’m not doing it correctly. because i do not have running shoes i just decided to take off my shoes, it just seemed like the right thing to do. then the other day i decided to look it up which taught me a whole slew of things i did not know but the most important thing was that it can be done and maybe even better than with shoes. in the next few posts i will try to share what i’ve learned about our anatomy, our history, and ways to remedy a barefoot approach to life.
-dube
rising from the ashes
i meant to write about barefoot running but that can wait. my grandfather passed a few day ago so i’ll dedicate this post to him. this blog to me isn’t just about running physically, it also serves as a metaphor for how we travel through life. we set the pace, not our friends, not our family. we dedicate much of our lives to being remembered, a good father, a good friend, a good significant other but we often forget to be good to ourselves. my grandfather was marine, he served in vietnam and the korean war, politics aside, he served his country so others could have a better future. once you pass on, all that remains belongs to the collective; by collective i mean means society. memories of your family and friends. not everyone gets a chance to live a full life but you can always live life fully. time is precious, it is more valuable than gold but we take it for granted. too many distractions and not enough time to get through them all. what are the important things in life i often ask myself. and often i have an answer with which i am not yet satisfied. everything is important, although we cant concentrate on everything, we can do the best to concentrate on each thing we touch. i believe my grandfather was a good example of that and it is a lesson i will try to take to heart in my future endeavors and run around this race course called life.
perambulate - 2/24/2010
She liked to perambulate the room with a duster in her hand, with which she stopped to polish the backs of already lustrous books, musing and romancing as she did so.
— Virginia Woolf, Night and Day
intransitive verb:1. To walk about; to roam; to stroll; as, “he perambulated in the park.”
transitive verb:
1. To walk through or over.
2. To travel over for the purpose of surveying or inspectin
Word of the Day: Pensive - Feb 19th
Pensive, meditative, reflective suggest quiet modes of apparent or real thought. Pensive, the weakest of the three, suggests dreaminess or wistfulness, and may involve little or no thought to any purpose: a pensive, faraway look. Meditative involves thinking of certain facts or phenomena, perhaps in the religious sense of “contemplation,” without necessarily having a goal of complete understanding or of action: meditative but unjudicial. Reflective has a strong implication of orderly, perhaps analytic, processes of thought, usually with a definite goal of understanding:a careful and reflective critic.
“It does not matter how slow you go so long as you do not stop.” Wisdom of Confucius
Forced to Fit
The real cosmopolitan
Word of the Day: Dec. 23 - Gravitas
He handled himself with gravitas when speaking about the change of culture needed in America regarding Sustainable Living.
(Birth of Blue Speech, Adam Werbach)
http://www.saatchis.com/birthofblue/
Gravitas (from Latin) is a quality of substance or depth of personality.
Gravitas (specifically dignity, seriousness, and duty) is one of the several virtues that ancient Roman society expected men to possess, along with pietas, dignitas, and iustitia.
“Gravitas” should not be confused with “gravity” in the sense of importance, although they have a common etymology, coming from the Latin for weightiness.
Poetry&Prose Tuesday
Getting Used to…..
by Freedom-Song
From Anthology Collection: When Freedom Sang
They say something takes time to get use to…
What is that suppose to mean?
I’ve been getting used to it all my life.
Guess I should pucker up a hard smile,
lock the face in place for a photographic instant
that lasts forever, as fake is part of the real these days
Not that photos are bad.
I’d never say that.
For that’d be akin to junk food,
more of it than real food.
More real people have gotten used to.
What to do?
Oh
What to do?
As I lace up my K-Swiss, my good shoes,
burgundy brown - soles falling to bits.
I give thanks every time I wear them,
to the poor kids that were slaved up
somewhere and made ‘em.
I’m used to it I guess.
Its for the best! I used to say,
after a quick prayer,
suddenly everythings okay and I’m on my way…
Until one day, enough was enough.
I climbed the tallest thing nearby,
A long brick wall about ten feet high.
I took off my shoes, planted my toes deep
into harsh brick concrete
on what used to be…
The phrase I say for the city.
At that moment a change came over me.
I bellowed from the inside “FREEDOM”,
like a rebel yell-
The one thing I’d never get used to losing,
especially to something that used to be..
that had slowly but surely taken my values and ideologies.
You see I’m the possessive kind.
I don’t like invasion of space.
So now I’m seeking a place that natural
clay for bricks
and
bricks for arseholes.
My swag and demeanor have changed
I see a whole new playground before my gaze.
Enlist today
I say in a new life.
The “You” Life
Where you are actually living,
not losing your mind and body in a marketed prison,
developed to make a buck
because you wanted an opinion on how you were living.
Get you thinking
that hustling, guns, money or drugs
will get you out of the system.
Sad part is there is not way out
if you comply.
Comply is cousin to complication,
You’ve got to pave your own way out,
so here are some bricks for your foundation..
Raise your right hand to the sky.
Every time you get than inkling of a notion.
that negative feeling about yourself.
I want you say inside “that’s not me”
Repeat after me:
“I is for individual”
Always remember you are on the planet for a purpose.
Your only job is to find it, there are not setbacks
only your views can be backwards jet-packs.
Repeat after me:
“I is for inner”
Inside everyone of us
lies the answers to the questions we ask.
But if we only knew the answer was given
inside the question.
Therefor - “You craft your own reality”
Repeat after me:
“I is for Interesting”
Pay attention, leave bad judgments out. They’ll only slow you down.
Concentrate on what catches your eyes and find out why.
Remember It is you who creates your own fate.
You have been given the 3 I’s for a reason,
Use them….
Every Inner Individual is interesting.
The 3rd I. It is now open.
The eye that alludes of the phrase Me Myself and I.
All are I’s.
Me being your relation to the outside.
Myself being your relation to the inside.
I the ultimate thing everything relates to.
The real you.
Challenge yourself and find it.
Lastly,
since you are no longer 3rd Eye Blind.
You must make use of your intelligence,
ingenuity,
and constant integrated awareness
to hear the cry.
the song of your heart mind body-
telling you the biggest secret of all….
you are and have always been…
….divine .
Veg Head 4 Life
So recently I have been getting into many debates with people about a vegetarian way of living. After 18 years of doing something I would expect some level of expertise but I like to challenge people.
Shad K (outro)
We spend our lives searching like scavengers finding a way,
Understanding that light is a sign of the day.
So we squint in the darkness in search of a glow,
And falter in trying, in trials we grow.
Our hearts they seem broken.
Our legs they are weak.
Our tongues are exhausted from trying to speak/
Cus sometimes they listen,
But often they don’t.
We easily help,
But more often we won’t.
Because we’ve constructed the things that we want,
Ghosts our desires, desire to haunt.
But our needs as below so above
What we all want should look a little more like love.
