He stood on top of a genie machine
with a spray paint bottle
and a map in mind
he made crazy lines
& splattered on a wall
of dull shadows and brown bricks
I think; never
have I seen something
I was sitting on clouds
thinking of how
I felt almost invisible to me,
but so visible in the letters he stroked
though, I was down here
and he was up there;
lifted himself off the ground
just like he’s done many time before.
I sat and gazed for almost two days between classes and commutes at this mural in the making.
It represented me;
It represented my culture and the building of bridges between people who believe and read and write in different languages.
It is a human artwork-
Surreal and present.
It is for the masses.
It is there for those curious minds and stale hearts.
It’s there for those with flattered emotions and a knot in their shoes.
It’s there for me.
It’s there for you.
And it’s there because Sam Houston once said;
Knowledge is the food of genius. So, my son, let not any opportunity escape you to treasure knowledge.
The racial issues
Life is hard but is harder if you give up before the road to heaven ends
Oh oh oh it's magic
Run boy, run
just do it
I've missed seeing the train on a daily basis. Living in the suburbs is better and not.
The view from the hammock. First sunny day in a while. Still chilly though.