A quick little hit of encouragement--

"--when poverty extends its superfluous form into many small and mundane places, it teaches children in different ways than does suburban educations."

This poem is an homage to all that shaped me; the people and the places where beauty is subjective and love runs rampant, even as the crumbling infrastructure further casts these communities adrift. Meanwhile, we learn to find our place and to celebrate and to learn to abide with it.

gzus

I look forward to sharing with you, whether it be my poetry, some rambling opinion piece, a short story or maybe just something to consider. I love you dearly. And I cherish your company--

Jambo. Greetings, Dear Hearts,

gzus loves you, and I certainly appreciate your time and attention. I met a dude(in prison) some time ago who I believe to be a Prophet, a Holy Man, who set me on my current path, in search of greater illumination.

To be clear, I knew, I've always known that there was something that I was missing, and now I understand. It was simply my flawed perceptions, the distortions reflected back to me in funhouse mirrors. 

And now I can see clearly, the strings being pulled behind the scenes, manipulating our motivations, our beliefs. I can see that the discrete boundaries between our reality and the allure of an amorphous, shifting definition of fame is no more than a line drawn in the sand, scratched out during neap tide, with no thought given to when the waters will eventually rise.

This pursuit of fame is announced through bathroom selfies and filtered digital pics of perfect food and overnight flights to exotic locales, but the truth is, we grind on a budget, life don't give discounts for good intentions and the world really isn't waiting with bated breath to see what we do next.

We, in fact, live with a fleeting definition of fame that can't withstand the rising tide of reality as it creeps along the beach and seeps into the sand.

This podcast will serve as an early warning, the Caution: Danger Ahead sign as the tide comes in. As you listen along, please, heed these warnings. The water is rising. And we must learn to swim lest we drown--