Photo Poetiks #2

I really love the story that a picture can tell. Much like a poem, it is open for interpretation. What one mind takes from a grouping of lines, might be different from the next, and sometimes even different from the author. The same can be said about a photograph.

(Definitely have to get that digital camera soon!!! Enjoy!!)

yesterday, I tap danced on the Sun
wrapped my legs in the fire,
and let myself be consumed
sparks leaping, higher and higher and higher
until a mighty engulfing ensued
and you might assume that I would be doomed
but the heat was so sweet from the
flares she released
energy so hot that I started to perspire
one kiss, and I exploded, coming undone
felt like dancing
on the Sun

electric lady land, where the shy guy stands
plectrum for a soul, and the wind cries Mary
voodoo child that don't get discouraged
cause if 6 was 9, he'd fly on little wings
singing hey Joe, can you make me whole,
I've got too many pieces that I needed to bury
all along the watchtower, instead of chasing
wild things
castles made of sand, in my mind

kneeling before Him
trying to find the answers
something's got to give

this is where my mind goes
trekking, quietly
to piece together flows
cold like the Arctic
I just want my words to echo
to create an avalanche
in the listeners' minds








Marcus Jamison, the Rare Poet

I Am a Phoenix

About two weeks ago, I once again started to pursue the opportunity to go back to school.  As I've stated before, it's been over 10 years since I attended the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill, and that attempt didn't go so well.  Of course, much has changed.  I've done some pretty amazing things, and survived some others that helped me put life into perspective.  There is no longer that fear, which coursed through my 18 year old veins, feeling pressure to succeed and the need for acceptance.

Now it's just me.  Confident.  Calm.  Ready.

The University of Phoenix has actually been around a lot longer than I realized.  The accreditation is highly respected, and it has the largest enrollment of any school in North America.  The appeal of online courses made this an easy choice for me.  Plus, they recently began offering an English degree, which is definitely the beginning block for what I'd like to accomplish.  Now if I could only get them to let me take 3 classes at one time...lol.

Today, a journey that I started, a decade ago, continues.  I am enthusiastic over what it will bring, unafraid of any outside forces, and dedicated to the cause of completing my journey this time.

My name is Marcus Jamison, and I am a phoenix!!!  (Lol...you know you've seen those commercials...I couldn't resist...lol)

Strive for success.

Marcus Jamison, the Rare Poet

Bloc Party

In the spirit of Jimi Hendrix, this guy rocks!!!! Much love to the musical dedication of lead singer/ rhythm guitarist Kele Rowland Okereke.




Bloc Party  --- Helicopters

This is such an awesome group, I hope the rumors about them breaking up are not true.

Marcus Jamison, the Rare Poet

Theme Song of the Day, Dec. 28, 2010

Since I'm still up (and probably will be for a while), I'll share this now.

Was browsing the web, discovering some more interesting new things, and somehow that turned into moments of reflection.  I can't help but think about my place in the grand scheme of things.  From that, I arrived here.




Kanye West --- Street Lights


I will always celebrate 808s and Heartbreak for being Kanye's most creative album, or at least until he gives me reason not too.  My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy comes very close, but alas, I am still waiting. This song was one of the most appreciated on it's album, for me, because of it's easy-to-relate theme.  We've all reached that moment of realizing that, while we know where it is we want to go, we still feel like there's some work to do to get there.

And the visual I get from hearing this song is one of those scenes of hundreds of lights on the highway...kind of like this:

....just moving through life, passing the various moments.  That's where I'm at.

Eventually, I'll arrive.  Until then.....

Marcus Jamison, the Rare Poet