Mental Escape

In my mind, I am here today. And it is beautiful.

Marcus Jamison, the Rare Poet

From the Words, Come Words

Burn the hours down.

The morning doles out

a symphony of reasonable requests,

like patience.

I have none.

I want to smile without having to

borrow it from

my gut.

---  Ka’Mone Felix

Nocturne

most nights, my smiles

are a lot like

a string of stars,

scattered and

distant, flung out

in the distance,

tiny, white dots

far, and yet connected,

to collect them all

might take a while

but this doesn’t mean

I’m unhappy

every night is a mile

on this road my soul’s traversing,

a patchwork in the dark

for all the brightness my

life’s rehearsing,

I long to be a flame

even in the blackest

of moments,

hiding shame to shine

even when the

best days are

denial

because joy

never comes easy,

and I still fear that

most of these

smiles will

leave me

breath held, waiting

for something that

my insides will only find

a means to omit

but I don’t want to let this

break me

one day, my smiles will be

less of these awkward tremors

that stem

from the earthquake of nerves

in my chest,

less defense mechanism,

more sign of healing,

my nights will be peaceful

my days, unstressed,

but until then

I am this open wound

that bleeds out night

its silent air blankets

my not quite right

and causes me to long

for that moment, when 

these hours

no longer

burn

Marcus Jamison, the Rare Poet

Remembering that We are Giants

Joshua Bennett keeps on reminding me why I think he is magnificent.

Marcus Jamison, the Rare Poet

Tuesday Groove, June 21, 2011

Since I'm bringing back the classics, I thought I'd start my Tuesday off right with something groovy that I've been cranking all week.

tUnE-yArDs --- the Bizness

(You have to love the StudlyCaps!!)  This is music that simply rocks!  From Merrill Garbus comes the brilliant notion of sound creating whatever vibe you choose to specify, all incorporated with her powerful voice.  Throw in the musical genius of Eli Crews and Nate Brenner, and you have something magical.  I can listen to this song over and over, and get as strong a connection to it on play number 10 as I did on play 2.  It's just that awesome.

Marcus Jamison, the Rare Poet

Monday Oh So Dope Award, June 20, 2011 (Because Dopeness Always Comes Back)

So it's been a while since I've been in such a dope mood (and yes, for those of you who aren't aware, "dope" is still one of my favorite adjectives.  I'm an 80s baby...sue me!!)

Today's award goes, not to a person, but to something an important person instilled in me.  My mother, a minister, tried her best to make me a respectable, God-loving, decent young man, and I appreciate her for that.  Even in those moments when I "drop the ball", horribly, screaming holy fuck the entire time, I am aware that the principles she helped embed in me are still present.  And very powerful, indeed.

One of these principles is faith.

Say what you want to about faith, but understand that it is a powerful thing.  Even in its most rudimentary forms, it has kept my unwilling spirit moving forward, believing that something better was soon to come.  This is a feeling that can't be replaced.  You can't barter it out, auction it off, trade it in under the auspices of any religious title you want to give it.  This is about survival.  And while I am learning that I am far from religious, there is a spirituality in me that clings to faith and its beauty.

During all of my rough periods, faith made me believe I'd pull through.  Earlier today, I was blessed with a breakthrough that has been much needed and is gratefully appreciated.  Faith helped me never quit thinking that today would come.  And now, it has me believing that the best is still soon to come.

Faith, you are dope as fuck!!  (Probably not how my mother would put it, but I believe she'd see the good in my message.  Lol.)

Marcus Jamison, the Rare Poet