Better than a dream

This set of events
Is better than a dream
More than just serene

Yet I still can't believe
When I'm with you I don't want to leave
It's as if I've known you all of my days
And I shout to the Lord with utmost praise

My prayers have been answered
I am home

2Pac: Why I love listening to this man's thoughts.

2pac, far from being the most loved man that ever walked this fickle earth, was a man that, as he eloquently stated himself, "called [it] as he sees them." I find myself becoming more drawn to a figure that is not only dead, but who also had a vastly different upbringing than I did. Growing up in 3 different ghettos, Tupac was a figure who was traced by darkness, decay, and death everywhere he went. His life was, in fact, very far from glamorous. His paranoia, which he speaks of frequently in many of his songs, consumed his life, and it is a bit mysterious that he started to release many, many songs about his death. What endears me the most about Tupac is that not only was he legitimately a thug and a 'gangsta,' (Red in fact) but he also was a poet, a political activist, and a philosopher, all channeled through his music. It is incredible that so many of his songs still hold so much relevancy even to this day. I do feel like I would be Tupac's friend if I had ever gotten the chance to know him, especially at this place in my life. There are so many questions I have, and so little answers that I can find. And I feel that Tupac felt the exact same way. At the age of 25, God stole him away from us, and I honestly feel a little frustrated at God for that. I feel like he was just at the start of his brilliance, and that his music was just the stepping stone of a much larger figure. I really am looking forward to meeting Tupac in heaven, and I am utterly convinced that he is, indeed, in heaven. He has better things to say about God that pastors with decades worth of seminary study. All this to say that Tupac, if you are reading this, you inspire me to become a better person. And you help me realize that the world is not as black and white as I was lead to believe. I am eternally grateful that my brother happened to come across your music. Wherever you are right now, rest in peace. I have many questions for you when I meet you.

It never relents, I'm never content

It seems that nothing

Is as it should be

I’m never

Who I ought to be

A sense of contentment never lasts

And bitter memories keep creeping back

My own resolve

To hastily solve

The emptiness

Can not absolve

Since everything

Revolves

Around me

The vacancy inside

Is eating me

Alive

I am my own worst enemy

Yet I am assured of this

The wind sends whispers of hope

And my ability to cope

Comes again

The Prince of Peace comes to take the shell

And sends my regards to Hell

He takes my stead

Alone

Dead

An Unusual Hello and a Upsetting Goodbye

Time has a weird way of shaping a life.
With what was and what may now become.
I grow close to someone I did not expect.
I grow distant to someone I formerly loved.

I befriend someone I'm not supposed to
But I lost someone I did not want to

As usual, the changes are not inherently good or bad
And it makes me feel very happy and very sad

I lose someone because of distance and little reaction
I gain someone in spite of little interaction

Am I destined to never have a solid, lasting friendship?
Or will this current trend end with this relationship?

Of this, I am sure
My intent is, in fact, pure

Every relationship ends with a misunderstanding
But this one feels like it has a chance to last

All I want is a friend
In the truest sense of the word

Nothing more, nothing less
Than someone there to reduce stress

Someone who is just as strange as me
Someone to tell me to let it be

Someone who is always there
Someone who is willing to bear

The burdens and troubles of this world

Because I sure can not do this on my own

So...will you go with me?

The "Class-ic" Struggle

Up in Washington

There is no ‘right’ or ‘left’

Only polished suits and greasy toupees

They tell me to be on one side or the other

When neither side, I could clearly call a brother

Sitting here, acting in civil and intelligent discourse

While sneaking off and seeking intimate intercourse

Who’s right or wrong?

Shit, I don’t know

I see only lies and deception

 But this is merely a perception

Of a fed-up Plebian declaring war on the Patricians

The debt is soaring

While C-SPAN cameramen are snoring

Shooting film of monotonous exchanges

Of 90 year old men bickering for changes

In a system they started

That has done nothing more

Than mock a republic

And fool the public

Who’s right or wrong?

Shit, I don’t know

I see only lies and deception

 But this is merely a perception

Of a fed-up Plebian declaring war on the Patricians

You call yourself politically apathetic

But you complain about Congress and how it’s pathetic

Expect things to change by talking?

You’re truly an idiot walking

Deceiving yourself, you’re a pawn of the system

Take up arms in civil disobedience

I beg you to fight this until your dying day

A Patrician world is full of Plebians anyway…

Who’s right or wrong?

Shit, I don’t know

I see only lies and deception

 But this is merely a perception

Of a fed-up Plebian declaring war on the Patricians

Own This Life

Great kid walks down the hallway

Terrorized, abused, for being gay

Water pours down his cheeks on his way home

Later that night blasts a cap into his dome

Another kid puts her head down on the desk

Figures out a way to end her life and disregards her test

Gives up herself up one last night

Will anyone help her up tonight?

Is this right?

Is this something to pass by?

Is this worth the end of a life?

We have failed

We need to reconnect

We need to find a way to show the light

We must find a way to recollect

The fractured pieces of a will to fight

We need to own this life

Cameron perseveres through the fire

He seeks to prove his father wrong

And to last a few more seconds to write his song

Of Peace and harmony in a world long lost

Where love meets power

And sinners live with saints

Is this right?

Is this something to pass by?

Is this worth the end of a life?

We have failed

We need to reconnect

We need to find a way to show the light

We must find a way to recollect

The fractured pieces of a will to fight

We need to own this life

Grab life for the torn

Never let go, even through the storm

Hold on tight, I’ll never let you go

And I’ll make your life white as snow

Is this right?

Is this something to pass by?

Is this worth the end of a life?

We have failed

We need to reconnect

We need to find a way to show the light

We must find a way to recollect

The fractured pieces of a will to fight

We need to own this life

Anti-religious

I look above and see light

I look around me and see deception

I look below me and see earth

Rotting and fallen

The lies of a ‘perfect life’ elude me

I try my best, but everybody sues me

White lies and gossip prevail

While honesty is derailed

Fed up with this nonsense

Am I making sense?

I love the God of the Bible

But I don’t get along with His disciples

Am I missing the goal?

Or can I not pay the toll?

Jesus, show me the truth in this

I raise my hands for His glory

And feel His presence in my life

But the man in the pew in front of me

Cut me off on the way here, and slept with my wife

My concentration is blown

And I wish his true colors would be shown

Is it wrong to seek justice?

Cause I’m sick of this

Fed up with this nonsense

Am I making sense?

I love the Jesus of the Bible

But I don’t get along with his ‘disciples’

Am I missing the goal?

Or can I not pay the toll?

Jesus, show me the truth in this

To be honest, I can not point the finger

Because there are times that I’ve lingered

Refused to do good, reveled in doing wrong

The list of my faults are in fact too long

Does it make me a tax collector or Pharisee?

If insiders can’t see the light in me

Yet outsiders only see love in me

Fed up with this nonsense

Am I making sense?

I follow the Jesus of the Bible

But I don’t get along with His disciples

Am I missing the goal?

Or can I not pay the toll?

Jesus, show me the truth in this