Daydreaming About Home

I really haven't had the time I wanted to blog or get into reading others due to the time I dedicate to big oil these days. I've been coming home and sleeping immediately after leaving work, and now I have a schedule that has me leaving the house at 4:15 in the AM...

Just takes a little time getting used to, that's all.

I'm feeling better and am off the anti-biotic. Thanks for the well wishes. I hope I never go thru anything like that again. Ailing innards takes pain tolerance (for me) to a whole other level.

I just realized that I haven't had a daydream or REM induced dream since late last summer. Probably has something to do with my lack of effective writing. I've been dragging my feet with the poetry, so things like a release date for my works is damn near non-existent.

I got my plans to get back to Chicago on lock... A whole week back in the Chi. Home! Damn, so much to do and so many people to get at in seven whole days. I don't want to leave already. I'll have to find a way to convince myself to get on the plane back to Houston. I'm a big-city kid and I needs my concrete, steel and glass. And my people. And the things that make Chicago my home. I'm sure there are things that make your spot... Yours. I miss my family gathering every weekend

And my White Sox
Griot Baba Biko
And Washington Park
And the Negro League Cafe
And the El
Grant Park
The Swift Mansion
Navy Pier
Harold's Chicken
Al's basement
and mild sauce
The Tribesmen
and the lakefront
and stepper's sets
Kingston Mines
House Music
Hyde Park
Still Black See

I miss my city badly. I guess you can't shake where home is, and why should you?

I took that photo back in the summer of 05 when things were nice and calm in my life. Since I pulled a pic, might as well repost a piece I enjoyed writing and reciting. Here goes nothing:

Motion, Time

We move within silence not
knowing if that motion is directed
towards completion.

To me silence replaces distance,
so I make noise as to keep unspoken
feelings audible.

If I can hear, then I know that you're close.
It comforts me knowing that your emotions
are within arms reach.

I hope that actions mean completion
of us. I pray that distance only means
that we'll be together in the meantime
and that we can grow out of individual
space.

In time.

The clicking that interrupts white noise is
me eagerly responding to you. At times I'm
afraid to pick up the phone, during others I
become a coward, withdraw and anticipate
you typing.

I get short of breath.

Silence broken ushers curious gladness.
Reconnected via wrists and fingertips helps
smooth quiet loneliness out. It replaces
conversation, but only in a season.

I write in silence only to break it with a
yearning thought. I read aloud to exercise
the power of the written word into spoken.

Words have the power of life and death.

I view pictures with hopes of recall
enhancing our face to face. Every
now and then I check my pocket
to make sure I have enough to
bring that thing together.

I can't swallow. That thought so tense.

That thing is time. Things happen in
due time. Timing is everything, it's special
that I might want to dedicate said
time for a long time.

We move within silence not knowing if that
motion is directed towards completion,
but we want it to.

We want it to, right?

2005 Hassan Ntimbanjayo, ya dig?

Yeah, you inspired me to write that and it's still effective ma'am

Sometimes I gotta inspire myself. This moment for me is critical in receiving the proper energies I need in moving forward and making things work. For my work, my job and my state of being. I need to motivate myself to maintain focus. I really want to go home and just be, but I cannot right now, so I'll just live in the moment and enjoy what's in front of me because that's good too.

Get your weekend popping and be well.