Writer's Block (Mental Breakdancing)

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Just some thoughts, stream of consciousness style.

I sit here half past midnight thinking about the hows and whys, navigating through the rugged terrain of my brain. Thoughts are racing through my mind like a hell cat speeding down a lost highway; I’m feeling like everything and nothing at the same time. My compassion is overflowing because the children’s minds are failing; their future is at the bottom of the wishing well wailing. I’m confined by a sign that is no longer aligned with the constellation; blame the procession of equinoxes. Wrap your brain around that.

Mama used to say "a hard head makes a soft ass;" she became a philosopher when she drank Smirnoff and Donald duck. Her Sundays were dedicated to her faith and she would put her last in the collection plate, despite never doing great. She was good mother, a dedicated daughter and a mentally scarred wife. She would always tell me to read the book of John if I feel that I’m losing my grip on life. Teardrops flood the altar. A half gallon of water, The Souls of Black Folks and six candles are in the corner, and a tin can full of Archangel Root on top of a bible missing the books of Genesis and Revelations.

Pain is alive and breathing…Created out of wedlock, the history of a heathen…The black sheep of the clan on the next cloud I'm leaving to search for my higher self deep into the evening. In the abundance of God's tears, words form wings and take flight; life is moving pictures, out of sight we kiss the night. We want to live in the house of love but neglect to pay rent on time, in winter's wind we confront the chagrin and the feeling is sublime. A barrage of bullets compose a semi-automatic symphony, voices collide to create a rhapsody of misery. What you gonna do when the earth leaves you?!

I’m talking loud but I ain’t saying nothing. I am saying a lot but ain’t saying nothing at all. This writer’s block is producing stream of conscious messages, hoping you can make some sense out this scatological madness.

See my ADHD makes me restless and I shake my leg a lot. It’s hard to slow my mind down, which makes me over think a lot. You should have conversations with the clouds and free your mind, walk in the light and enjoy your times, because nobody is promised another day. Imagine not being able to see your children play or waking up in the morning and not being greeted by the sun. Or going to sleep at night knowing that the moon is not doing what the moon has always done.

I affirm life, so it’s only right that I walk like this and talk like this, speak the truth through lying times and pump my fist. My hands are held high trying to grab a piece of heaven, because ain’t a damn thing wrong with being alive. I’m eating black eyed peas and neck bones, on the fourth of you lie. I’m the black man casting black unity spells with my big black hands. I’ve been blessed with the cognitive codes to translate the Dead Sea scrolls; in fact I’m a Zulu kamikaze with a love bomb strapped to my back.

I’m talking loud but I ain’t saying nothing. I am saying a lot but I ain’t saying nothing at all. This writer’s block is producing stream of conscious messages, hoping you can make some sense out this scatological madness.

The asker of change is asking for change hoping for a better now, because skid row is just about as low as you can go. He’s behind the deli dumpster diving searching for food because, in this life you got to do what you gotta do. And sometimes innocent people get hurt the most in this whirlwind world I know it’s sad but unfortunately it’s true. The pursuit of quarters and nickels turn once sane men into Travis Bickles with dark hearts and no punch lines to their riddles. The journey of perfecting one’s self is better than being perfect, in the time and space continuum, you’re either going to ascend or descend.

Wickedness is the serpent and the womb is the Garden of Eden. Science or creation what understanding do you believe in? Holidays are economic orgies, mass deception of the public. The truth can make you enlightened, confused and disgusted. Congress is a gangster’s paradise paralyzing us with policy, the left or the right, same agenda different parties. Infomercial murder---buy this product, you need this product. Give us your money, but the side effects could be deadly. Food made with mood stabilizers, give knowledge to these 85ers, 6/25 cried when MJ died! Let god be your chest protector. There’s nothing new under the sun---the Akashic Record. May peace be unto you and respect your life, meditate on your blessings and levitate to new heights, because negativity exists based on people perpetuating it to exist. There’s nothing greater than God, please remember this.

I’m talking loud but I ain’t saying nothing. I am saying a lot but I ain’t saying nothing at all. This writer’s block is producing stream of conscious messages, hoping you can make some sense out this scatological madness.

19 Thought(s) :

Moanerplicity at: Thursday, 14 October, 2010 said...

Actually,
you're saying a LOT, even thru the canyon of your 'writer's block.' Pen to paper, keys to fingers, your riff provides a poetry, & it no less lingers.

Voices & visions,
history & lessons pour forth
like intellectual froth... & we, your readers, snap cuz your flow be oh so definitive. And then we nod & then we cough, always in the affirmative.

Good write, Brotha Pen!

Good write!

One.

Lin

Anna Renee at: Thursday, 14 October, 2010 said...

Bwoi, you is sumptin!
You got me thinking of King Solomon's wisdom, and the book of Proverbs, and Ecclesiastes and stuff like that.

Mizrepresent at: Thursday, 14 October, 2010 said...

I love your relationship with words and the canvas they paint. I drift, and loiter here with you, man i feel like a stalker, and yet if feel like part of that thinking, dreaming, creative world. You did that...you are saying alot and alot of us are listnening.

Val at: Friday, 15 October, 2010 said...

"The truth can make you enlightened, confused and disgusted."

Sure can.

JStar at: Friday, 15 October, 2010 said...

I came here by way of Don...I see you are from my side of town...So I just had to show some love...Nice post...I agree you are sure saying a lot for writers block...

Jason at: Friday, 15 October, 2010 said...

@Lin
Thanks a lot good brother! That means a lot coming from you.

Jason at: Friday, 15 October, 2010 said...

@Anna
Thanks Anna!

Jason at: Friday, 15 October, 2010 said...

@Miz
You are welcomed to loiter and drift and actively stalk my e-crib. Thanks for listening sis!

Jason at: Friday, 15 October, 2010 said...

@Val
No doubt Val!

Jason at: Friday, 15 October, 2010 said...

@JStar
Thanks for stopping by and reading. I see that you are in Temple Hills, that right around the corner from DC.

I like your blog, I'll be stopping through periodically to see what goodness you have cooked up in there. Stay wonderful!

Felicia Monique at: Saturday, 16 October, 2010 said...
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Felicia Monique at: Saturday, 16 October, 2010 said...

Oh, how I love the flow of this piece--a nice, poetic stream of conscious messages and scatological madness!

Don at: Monday, 18 October, 2010 said...

All words of wisdom and clear indications that there really is no such thing as writer's block.

Like yourself, whenever I experience bouts of "writer's block" I take the time to thoroughly reflect upon the good and bad in life, as well as my own personal life, and the thoughts flow freely.

God is definitely the inspiration of all inspirations. And our elders are great resources to miles and miles of wisdom.

she became a philosopher when she drank Smirnoff and Donald duck.

Too funny.

Jason at: Monday, 18 October, 2010 said...

"God is definitely the inspiration of all inspirations. And our elders are great resources to miles and miles of wisdom."

Definitely true bruh!

Thanks for the wonderful words.

Jason at: Monday, 18 October, 2010 said...

@FM
Thank Felicia! I'm await your next post.

Red at: Wednesday, 20 October, 2010 said...

I feel that way at times too..
@It’s hard to slow my mind down, which makes me over think a lot.

This was an interesting read...writer's block...I think not!!

Jason at: Thursday, 21 October, 2010 said...

@Red
Thanks Doll!

Poppy at: Saturday, 23 October, 2010 said...

Well written!! I loved it!

"We want to live in the house of love but neglect to pay rent on time"

"May peace be unto you and respect your life, meditate on your blessings and levitate to new heights, because negativity exists based on people perpetuating it to exist. There’s nothing greater than God, please remember this."

AMAZING!!!

Jason at: Sunday, 24 October, 2010 said...

@Poppy
Thanks sis!

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