Restless in NYC

You ever have so many thought in your mind that you can't even single one out. Do you ever get caught out there, spaced, thinking about nothing? Do you sleep as well as you should on those nights that you actually sleep?

Restless and in attempts to accomplish something massively creative, but without tyring to force it, I wanna write prose but it never seems to come. I hardly ever write poems anymore. Only on the occasion that that part of me seperates to do so.

Today. I will set a schedule as to what I will post every day on this blog of mine I created out of sheer boredom while at the same time thinking it will be beneficial for exposure and hits. More search engines will pick this up. Rss feeds. The internet changes every second. And the digital age is upon us when it comes to music. It can get confusing. One day I will ration my time. And I will be unplugged as this certain person I know speaks of being.

I need some paint. I have some images that need to be created. The grand ol plan can not just be described in rhyme form. Many chapters will be complied from scribbles on discarded bar napkins, and scrawlings on old crumpled receipts.

Clover oil kills bacteria. Waterbugs are disgusting and cunning...

Clowns... I'm not too fond of them...

This Time Next Year, I'mah Be A Millionare

Yeah but before that comes to past. I have a lot of preperation to do.

social secure... tea?



Tired of paying for
social secure
like… protection money, for…
feels like… we need parties for tea
or…
could smack cans of Arizona or brisk from hands
smash Snapple bottles
tackle tea bags…
we need that cash…
spent on bombs
and probably
gas
that in future
may be
used
on
us


copyright T.Walker 2005

Breakfast.. of Champions ?

I actually slept through the night. Of course I woke up around three. But instead of getting up and turning on the televison or going for the keyboard, I closed my eyes.

I had a 'Mexcian' egg thing... No not really. 2 eggs, some garlic, some freshly ground black pepper, a couple'ah spoons full of salsa and cheddar chesse. I threw 2 bottles of Poland Spring water in the freezer. Then I opted for a some fresh juice. Simple ingredients... Contents of one of those little bagged salads... half a cucumber... 2 green apples... and a tiny amount of honey.

All of that is rumbling in my stomach as we speak.

It's obvious you gottah do more then think healthy. I plan on practicing what I teach...

In Print : Elemental Magazine Issue 67

Well the new issue of Elemental Magazine is out.(http://www.elementalmag.com/) I'm in it. Adam B. wrote it. I still haven't picked up a copy yet. Hopefully, my picture made it. The one my little sister took of me, that would be great. We Shall see. Anyway the article is about poetry in prison. The prison industrial complex, if you do not already know is basically a holding facility for modern day slaves. My head still hurts and i refuse to get into it.

New music on the way. Workin on a cookbook. Well a book with scattered recipes, photos and written pieces... Title... Don't know it yet. Maybe you could leave some suggestions...

You know this blog thing is pretty cool. And I don't care who thinks otherwise. I love the turnkeyedness... And that was hardly a word. So what!

Conscious surrounded by beatboxers...

Headaches...

Yeah so i decided to add this Blog so if you're interested in keeping up with all that it is i do you will be able to. There are just too many sites. To many projects... i'll give you the run down. We'll chat daily. You know briefly. i just wanna stay in contact with you.

My heads hurting because.. simply.. no one needs to spend the amount of time that i do in front of a computer monitor.

WMD

I wrote this poem the night before I had to perform it at the Riverside Church in NYC last summer. The event taking place was a meeting for the 9-11 Commsion. I was glad to have the opportunity to speak from the same place where Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. made his famous speech concerning the Vietnam War.


I spoke to Sun Tzu
The other day…
He said that America’s army
As he signed mine
Hadn’t read his book
And that they’re so called war wasn’t a good look…

I thanked him for his time,
Bid him farewell,
And began to piece together the story I would tell
To a congregation, waitin on seat edge
To hear some cries of how war was unfair…
and caused by it … the hurt, despair,
the cold stares,
the loss of hope faith and life there…

But before I assembled a piece about
Weapons that mass destruct
I thought I’d shed some light on weapons we don’t have to search for
Because they are live, right here…

In the eighties in the midst of
Pop locks, beat breaks
And adjusted calligraphy on
Elevated elephants
Cocaine cracked
Side walk pediment…
Let me tell you how this is relevant
Because just like this
Academy award winning war on screen played
Over the years death and violence on street has plagued lives
And even though a so called war has been raged
Against this substance abused…
Well this substance is still alive…

Lies get told daily,
I can hardly, breathe barely,
See optimism rarely…
And I don’t believe in fairies that guard mothers
From the pain of losing sons and daughters
At the request of
Mad men

Like little green numbers
Are these little green soldiers
Like these little office workers
And middle school students
These meaningless elderly, eyes sores
That brought our parents into existence
Of course their thoughts and feelings don’t count
Like reasons for going to war don’t add up
But the tally of what this war cost does…
By the minute,

We point fingers,
But are partially responsible for these foolish men acts

We’ve complained far to often and cried out
Losing voices,
Wasting voice speaking to them…
But not speaking to each other
Assembling, each other
Getting organized with one another…

Conversations, easily memorized,
Because of their redundancy
It’s funny that we
Can concentrate on tossing hate at evil pup petered
Always leave these forums all charged up
Fueled to control our destinies…
But we still pay unfair fares…
It’d be nice if we could assemble and tackle some affairs
That exist right here…
Practice for the bigger brothers we must face…
Perhaps, if we pulled our rations together…
Instead of trying to horde them as individuals
In the corners of our rooms
Hiding from the screen
That we can not seem to just turn off…

We would have control of us…
We wouldn’t be crying over lost loved ones…
We wouldn’t be forced to vote for the lesser of 2 evils…

Let’s disassemble, these weapons of mass destruction within us
That, prevent us from assembling to affect change...

Copyright T.Walker 2004

Wheat Pancakes

Whole Wheat Pancakes

1 1/4 cups whole wheat flour
2 teaspoons baking powder
2 Tablespoon brown sugar
1/2 teaspoon salt
1'2 teaspoon of cinnamon
1 egg
1 1/2 cups of vanilla soy milk
2 tablespoons vegetable oil

Mix ingredients and pour onto griddle in pancake sized puddles.

Eating Habits

I am not going to Craig’s list you to death or chain-smoke you with unenthused advertisements of a righteous lifestyle. I will not kiss the die and rub my rosary beads together, with a Hail Mary pass of the dice on to this crappy life, crap table. Not gonna beat you in the head for stealing cable either. What I will say is that although, is sickens me, that you ingest what you do because you’ve accepted, the preprogrammed diet manufactured by some boardroom of men that do not look like you and would never invite you out for drinks by their pool; go ahead and do you. Cliché alert, I’m sorry but you are what you eat. Your head hurts from an over dose of sugar. You’re an alcoholic. Sugar is just like alcohol once it gets to burning in your system. Sadly, your body aches, adverse affects of yellow number 5 and blue three. An intervention, by way of a nice hospital stay is quite possibly what you need to come to the realization that it is indeed important to pay attention to what you put inside of your body. You are the only one responsible for what goes down in that club. Unfortunately, even with countless mounds of information given to you that is proof of what certain items you scarf down will do to you, you choose to ignore them. With that, ‘nah, I’m not gonna quit smoking, I’mah die anyway’ attitude. You gottah love that logic.

You Know What ?

Over'ah Billion Served, (McDonald's) has served up some next level of exploitation that this time comes in the form of a grand idea they have for enticing artists to develop songs mentioning the franchise in their lyrics. Supposedly, they plan on offering some sort of deal for artist who's songs become hits that have Mc D's references in them. Here's the problem. I'm an artist now taking time out create a hit with mention of the Donald's. My song doesn't hit. But it's popular though, and I've provided free advertising for the franchise anyway. Where is my compensation? It's like working overtime for no pay. All this work get's done. The boss man makes more money and I'm stuck with the same lame check I've been getting. The sad thing is that artist large and small will actually take the time to try and make a song mentioning a Big Mac, or something off that Dollar Menu, instead of just making music like they normally would. And at the end of the day, the only one that will benefit from it honestly will be McDonalds. Now as far as the artist, I'm not saying they're victims either. If you you choose to be exploited that's your decision. I'm just pointing out what's obvious about this scheme. So write songs about the golden arches if you wanna. You might actually make a hit ! But I bet that there'll be some fine print. Perhaps, they'll pay you in cheeseburgers, if you're lucky.