spoken

Say something powerful
Say something meaningful
Say something the kids will won't to hear and listen to
So that one day when they start to understand the meaning of all this
What you said made sense.

When you say it,
Say it with a base in your voice
Say it with a slick metaphor
Say it with a cool rhyme that's on time and oh so fine
Cuz the only way the people will listen is if there is a melody to it.
And if they don't get it at least they enjoyed it.

Right before you say what you're gonna say
Sit down and say it to yourself
Make you the audience of your mind
And if what is coming out is bullspit, take it out
Say it till you get it right

Because one day you'll have to tell the world.
One day they'll all look back at you for the answer
One day you will stand from an urge deep inside your knees
One day you'll be in front of the microphone with a pair of ears on each head
Yearning for your voice.

Speak the truth
Speak your mind
Speak from your grandma's soul
Speak from the depth of the place where you're afraid to go
Speak until you're cold and graved in bed

And when you've spoke, walk up to the little boy
Ask him did you remember what I said
If the answer is yes, then you may proceed to your death
But if no, you must kiss him on the head.
May God bless his soul through the eternity he faces ahead.

a birthday hardly remembered but never forgotten

Peace and love to all who were with me for another year of this life. I appreciate all your messages, calls and good times. Thank you for your support and encouragement as I make my way through this jungle of a world.

Now that is out the way. Birthday night was something else this year. No details here. If you know me, I told you, if I didn't tell you, you can guess. To all of yall that didn't call or leave a message = bums. I had fun though, morning after was horrible but its all worth it because the night before will always be remembered with a smile.

I'm a wild boy and thats all I can say. Peace.

Oh my.

First and formost, rest in piece to Steve Erwin. He lived and died like a soldier. I think his death was proper. Straight through the heart so no chance of pain or bloody mishaps. It begs the question whether or not we all are willing to die for what we do. Steve put his life in danger everyday to teach and entertain the world. No one else dare do this but he did because he loved what he did. Do you love what you do? Would you take a bullet for what you do? I know what you are saying, man I work at a desk and yes I enjoy it but there is no chance of harm unless a stapler back fires and hits me in the eye. True but what if one day you had to stand up for what you believe in at your job. Would you be willing to risk it all for that belief?

All I'm saying is, stay away from sting rays unless you're prepared to take one through the heart if you are so lucky.