Something a friend posted on another site made me think. It said "Missing my son. Life is so bittersweet." Right now, I can currently relate. Even though things aren't going so great between me and his mother, I know he will always be both of our primary focus. Just really missing him right now, and hoping that the actions/reactions of my sometimes troublesome heart don't end up affecting him forever.
Solace Raphael Robert Jamison, btw....soon to be 2 years old, and more precious than this world may ever know...with his worrisome self...lol...love you, Soli.
So to all the parents out there, treasure your kids.
Much love,
Marcus
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Theme Song of the Day, Tuesday Sept. 28, 2010
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Francis & the Lights, an amazing group quickly becoming one of my new favorites!!
(so glad the embed code worked...awesome...lol)
Quickie of The Day: Tuesday, Sept. 28, 2010
Coltrane
I too was born in the middle of nowhere,
and perhaps
it's shaded my mood
I will never get to jam with Miles, but I can
sure dig it
tying my shoelaces in the morning
rocking Blues by Five
wondering if one more dream evaporated
while I bored myself to sleep
I still feel alive, in spite of
calm, dirt road beginnings
they never paved the street I grew up on
a constant reminder that as we change
a part of us stays the same
I toss my cares into the air
they play themselves back in
smooth tenor sax
I smile, knowing it ain't where you're from
but definitely where you're at
and I'm moving still
I too was born in the middle of nowhere,
and perhaps
it's shaded my mood
I will never get to jam with Miles, but I can
sure dig it
tying my shoelaces in the morning
rocking Blues by Five
wondering if one more dream evaporated
while I bored myself to sleep
I still feel alive, in spite of
calm, dirt road beginnings
they never paved the street I grew up on
a constant reminder that as we change
a part of us stays the same
I toss my cares into the air
they play themselves back in
smooth tenor sax
I smile, knowing it ain't where you're from
but definitely where you're at
and I'm moving still
It is 6 A.M....I Overslept, Spilled My Last Cup of Coffee, Got Here With Just a Few Seconds To Spare...And You Bring Up Some Damn Itenirary?
Before throwing all promises out the window, I will make one to all of my readers. I will take this blog seriously. Even if I am my only follower....lmao. That said, there is no strict format. I'll talk about, share, discuss, and post things as they jump into my mind. (Doesn't sound scary to you? That's because you have no idea what goes on inside...lol)
A few things I will stick to though, are the following:
As a poet, I will post what I call my "Quickie of the Day"....one new piece about anything and everything, that I will give to you daily. It'll be short, sweet, and spur of the moment, so hopefully it is appreciated.
Second, I am a music junkie. As much as I love words, I love things that I think sound good. As I become better informed about how links work on here, I'll post what I call my "Theme Song of the Day"...one song that I'm really feeling, digging, or just simply playing at that moment. Love it or hate it, and as with everything on here, comment away.
Finally, I will TRY to end each day with what I call my "Seconds to Midnight Moment"...this will be the very last thought on my mind as I go from one day towards the next.
So, from henceforth (do normal people actually use that in conversation? lol)...this blog has left it's infancy. Let the journey begin.
Much love,
Marcus
A few things I will stick to though, are the following:
As a poet, I will post what I call my "Quickie of the Day"....one new piece about anything and everything, that I will give to you daily. It'll be short, sweet, and spur of the moment, so hopefully it is appreciated.
Second, I am a music junkie. As much as I love words, I love things that I think sound good. As I become better informed about how links work on here, I'll post what I call my "Theme Song of the Day"...one song that I'm really feeling, digging, or just simply playing at that moment. Love it or hate it, and as with everything on here, comment away.
Finally, I will TRY to end each day with what I call my "Seconds to Midnight Moment"...this will be the very last thought on my mind as I go from one day towards the next.
So, from henceforth (do normal people actually use that in conversation? lol)...this blog has left it's infancy. Let the journey begin.
Much love,
Marcus
If A Tree Falls In The Forest, And There's No One Around To Hear It....Ummm...
Or in other words, why should I care?
I imagine this is what a lot of people are thinking when they, intentionally sent or accidentally stumbling, find themselves face to face with yet another blog. Who does this asshole think he is?
Well, in short, I am you. Not literally, of course, or this would be one crazy conversation, but I'm just a regular person like everyone else, hoping to do some extraordinary things. I can be that voice of reason, when you badly need someone to say slow down. Or that match to the burner that gets things blazing when you desperately need a spark. I am your therapist, your co-defender, your confidant, your biggest fan...cheerleader, sidekick, devil's advocate, whatever you need.
I am all of this, and nothing.
Mainly, I'm just one person with a voice, never afraid to use it, hoping that if I scream loud enough, then somewhere, it will be heard. Hopefully that makes a difference.
Much love,
Marcus
I imagine this is what a lot of people are thinking when they, intentionally sent or accidentally stumbling, find themselves face to face with yet another blog. Who does this asshole think he is?
Well, in short, I am you. Not literally, of course, or this would be one crazy conversation, but I'm just a regular person like everyone else, hoping to do some extraordinary things. I can be that voice of reason, when you badly need someone to say slow down. Or that match to the burner that gets things blazing when you desperately need a spark. I am your therapist, your co-defender, your confidant, your biggest fan...cheerleader, sidekick, devil's advocate, whatever you need.
I am all of this, and nothing.
Mainly, I'm just one person with a voice, never afraid to use it, hoping that if I scream loud enough, then somewhere, it will be heard. Hopefully that makes a difference.
Much love,
Marcus
If This Were A Scripture, You'd Find It In Genesis
So, I've completed the introdution (well sort of). I'm very poetic as you can probably tell, so my first post naturally had to be. But in order for this blog to become what it can/what I desire it to be, I must REALLY introduce myself. So....29 years in 300 words or less...lol...here goes.
My name is Marcus Jamison. Born 12/24/80, in a small town called Hamlet, I am the youngest of 7 kids. Big family, close knit family, and all of that good stuff. I was a bit shy growing up, smart kid, always trying to take something apart or figure out how something works. A deep thinker, I managed to survive the adolescent angst, and high school. Made an attempt at college, or what I'd call a wasted try. Came back to smalltownville, a bit dejected, and threw my focus into surviving, until I could try again. 10 years later, and several instances where life reworked my path, I am still here in Hamlet, chiseling away at what I hope is my figurative Venus de Milo (even though parts of me have been lost in the process, I still consider myself a masterpiece.)
Intelligent, creative, and a lover of words since the age of 4, poet is not just a description, it is my most comfortable skin. I write to ease my many worries. I write as a reflection of myself. I write because it is akin to breathing, and with each letter, I find it beautiful. It is one of the many things about myself that I will share with you.
WARNING #1....I am very opinionated, and I say exactly what I feel, 99.873% of the time (yes, I made this number more complicated, because I liked the way it looked...so the fuck what!!).
WARNING # 2....Profanity is bad, but like most people, I have my bad side. Therefore I may use quite a bit of it. Apologies only to my mother, the minister.
WARNING #3.....I am clinically insane...lol...okay, I'm just kidding, but three warnings seemed better than two. Besides, after some of my posts, you might believe this is true. Suit yourselves.
So, there you have it. Marcus Jamison, the 29 year old poet from little ass Hamlet, went to college, didn't finish, refuses to let it bury him. Welcome to my world!
Much love,
Marcus
My name is Marcus Jamison. Born 12/24/80, in a small town called Hamlet, I am the youngest of 7 kids. Big family, close knit family, and all of that good stuff. I was a bit shy growing up, smart kid, always trying to take something apart or figure out how something works. A deep thinker, I managed to survive the adolescent angst, and high school. Made an attempt at college, or what I'd call a wasted try. Came back to smalltownville, a bit dejected, and threw my focus into surviving, until I could try again. 10 years later, and several instances where life reworked my path, I am still here in Hamlet, chiseling away at what I hope is my figurative Venus de Milo (even though parts of me have been lost in the process, I still consider myself a masterpiece.)
Intelligent, creative, and a lover of words since the age of 4, poet is not just a description, it is my most comfortable skin. I write to ease my many worries. I write as a reflection of myself. I write because it is akin to breathing, and with each letter, I find it beautiful. It is one of the many things about myself that I will share with you.
WARNING #1....I am very opinionated, and I say exactly what I feel, 99.873% of the time (yes, I made this number more complicated, because I liked the way it looked...so the fuck what!!).
WARNING # 2....Profanity is bad, but like most people, I have my bad side. Therefore I may use quite a bit of it. Apologies only to my mother, the minister.
WARNING #3.....I am clinically insane...lol...okay, I'm just kidding, but three warnings seemed better than two. Besides, after some of my posts, you might believe this is true. Suit yourselves.
So, there you have it. Marcus Jamison, the 29 year old poet from little ass Hamlet, went to college, didn't finish, refuses to let it bury him. Welcome to my world!
Much love,
Marcus
The Door Opens
Welcome....you have started an intricate journey, one where none of us know where we'll be led. I am merely the guide, hoping as I lead you that this journey serves you well. We set sail from an entrance into the inner portions of my mind. Like yours, it is full of constant wonder and moved by its daily joys and sorrows. Join me as we move through, hopefully never to be the same.
Much love,
Marcus
Much love,
Marcus
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