Nature's Son............(poem)

I listen to the songs of old, and paint the good moments now posted on the wall.
This is for the Times,
This is for the Vibe,
This is for everything that is, and the child I used to be.
Eyes closed I feel the beat,
Hoping each time it takes me
Far Far Far away.
Where law is written by turntablalists, and B-boys patrol the streets
Political Emcees, block parties, chocolate cities, where I'd artwalk the night away
Like Jet Set Radio.
Where flavors unfold and skill is shown, I'm grown but thats my never never land
A Penny Lane hello,
A symphany fellow, and cool mellow groove, like just vibin like,
I'm Alive man in silence I'm still Time Traveling
Beyond average, still standing and non staggering.
The last of them
And my eyes are closed
And Yo I side with those, as in thugs, hustlas, and have not, I don't mean the cash pots
NO, I'm speaking of the please I have not
Not seen the sunrise, Not felt the raindrops on my face, I've been struggling to keep pace
So I don't take time to notice.
I work for quotas, see I'm a novice in life I just want a piece of the pie
Or kick it with my dime and nickel.
An ice sickle when the weathers dry, a sweet and long goodbye, but I'll see you again
Like true friends.
I wanna wonder where the day went and yet not worry cause it was good time spent
Amongst those close like the water fights I remember.
Time rushes just like water so it seems
Fluid
Yet we swam thru it, cause to do it mean to be free.
I'd change nothing because I've made something of myself
See I'm a survivor
So A toast to the moment and to those who've made it this far
I am my brothers keeper
And I'm gone look out for yall.

Need for Speed

Ok so here's the actual picture of my2003 GSXR 750. This is the apple of my eye and currently my most prized possesion. I must say that for years I never thought I'd be one of those guys who ripped up and down town on the back of a crocth rocket, but....here it is.


This thing makes me feel like superman. I mean you can actually "cruise" at over a hundred miles an hour and it's nothing. I'd consider myself more cautious than wreckless compared to those I ride with, but it doesn't take much to get a rush from these things.

Now I get the usual when those who know me see me pull up on this thing like, "Be careful, ride safe." I can understand that, but for some reason that just rubs me wrong. I like to compare it to telling a actor to break a leg. Bad luck. I'm gonna be careful and as safe as I can, but shit happens and I've accepted that. I got this thing knowning that and besides, I wanna live more dangerously. Like a friend of mine says, "No point tip-toeing thru life just to arrive safely at death." Personally if i had to pick, I'd rather die riding my bike than choking on a chicken bone, or getting shot or stabbed or something. And shit like that goes down just going out the the club.

Taking the good with the bad, the good is that women really like bikes, breast feel really good on your back especially when you gun the throttle, and riding around feeling badass is an ego trip in itself. I'm still hoping my biker buddies don't make a monster out of me. I know Gary has thought to himself by now, "Aw shit, I done left for graduate school, and look what this crazy muthafucka got himself into." My reply is "Hey man you need to get a bike too."

The Black SuperMan has arrived.

"Some people hate me but others can all agree.
Yeah he's an asshole but really I lovit the way he speaks to me"

Yall be cool. And watch out for guys on thier bikes.

"CAGERS!" 

Food for Thought

I can't believe how many people actually read this shit, and don't leave any comments.
No "Hey man I enjoy your post, keep up the good work." No "We hate you and you ARE an ASShole, eat shit and die." Nothing. It almost feels like I'm being watched without knowing. I mean I'm so used to knowning the only person thats gonna respond is my good friend Gary, so I kinda got to thinking that this was our little private place. lol.



That is all.