| Fame Game Naw, Fame is not my game… cameras and lights can preclude insights into the depths of a fragile being intent on seeing all there is to see, unearthing that nebulous thing that stands for me, that stands in the face of dissent and scorn, that mourns the yous who seek no clues to that which pumps your blood stirs your loins draws your tears from down deep that sparks all the goings on even as you sleep never to awake from social slumber, severely encumbered by institutions of illusion that breed confusion of the heart and mind, spurring once gentle spirits to be unkind to another, a brother even a mother despite the pain she bore, the grief she wore about her as a cloak of lead her heart in shreds from your pain when you cried before knowing the shame of weakness or was it really strength you had then before the commonplace compelled you to twist and bend your self into something that you don’t even recognize except in the mirror of tradition, that sedition of the soul that compromises the young and old, the tall and short of it is pure folly, puerile fiction, false conviction that helps you stand on ground that trembles when truth walks when reality talks and few care to get in step or lend an ear…oh the fear, the fear squeezes the breath from the lungs of life chokes the chutzpah from erstwhile efforts springs leaks in dreams we seek to bring into reality’s domain… upon our hopes it bleeds and stains, makes all difference look the same sinks us to the depths of finger pointing and blame… how can it be significant that you know my name? Naw, Fame ain’t my game…Truth and Love is all I claim…. |
| TAMAJ UNITED "Ask and it shall be written" |
