Sunday, December 21, 2008

Love Rant #2

What can you do?
when love cripples you...
Who can you love?
When you don't love you...
Love is like dust
It's everywhere, it's in the air
not always clear.
If it builds up
it makes you sick...
then you gotta get rid of it!
That's what you gotta do
when love cripples you
throw that junk out
like a too small shoe.

One love to the Liberator mag and Live From Planet Earth!

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Love always...Alek



Cosmically Fierce!!!!!!

A Poet and her camera circa 1998


when I was 15, me and my cousin would take trips to Tijuana to by cheap GUESS? and faux Cartier watches. I never liked to take pictures of "locals" but the photographer in me can't help it. I just took a few quick shots, then commenced to parlay.





Most days, I found myself snapping pictures on Crenshaw...the prefered hang out strip of my youth. Lemeirt Park/ Barbershop Row. It was a great way for me to talk to all the cuties who lined the streets. 15 years old, no shame, just hormones and wonder. Looking back, it helped me get over my shyness. :)





This one got published in an L.A. Times anthology that same year.

Another restless night...



You know, sometimes I have so much energy, I don't know what to do...What to write... when I have not much to say. Or is it that I have too much to say and lack the patience to write it down...When all else fails. Color!

Monday, December 15, 2008

Knitting Factory Show footage!



That's Black Betty and Page 2! Shouts out to Tius Blak, the hardest working hype man, and Daru Jones, the hardest working drummer on the planet!!!!!!

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Let's all throw our shoes!!!!!!

Mr. Reporter, who threw your shoes at Bush you are my HERO!!!!!!!! Thank you for letting him know that everything he does is NOT OKAY!!!!!!!! The world is more stronger and more aware because of you!!!!!!!! I love you!!!!!!! May Allah Bless you!!!!!!!! You meaningful solider in the eyes of the most high!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

The Breakup (cuz some days these city lights is too much)


To be honest, I've simply fallen out of love with you. I remember how things used to be... I was in awe of your greatness. Thought no one was better than you. Gave up my own home to make a home with you. But you never treated me right. You never loved me, though you taught me so much. You are so cold...and then so hot. I never really get to enjoy you like I should. I believed, once, in the dream of you. But I have woke up now! And even though, you are spewing with clubs that offer free liquor, i'm feeling like, I can't drink like that forever... Is this really all that your'e about? So shallow, yet so overwhelming, like a faux homie,you are so overratted, with your high rent prices, tiny apartments that we share with mice, unattentive landlords. I just can't take it anymore, so i'm leaving. Not sure if i'm coming back. I need the sun, heat, some time in the mountains and at the beach. I need my roots right now, not your brick walls and stinky bummy trains. So consider this,our first official split, where you and all that you are made of, are out of sight, and out of mind.

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Odetta! Ashe!!!!!


Thank you for all that you have left behind on this planet! Your voice will continue to inspire for generations. Thank you for your beauty, your fierceness, your power, your strength, your purpose! The world is better having known you!!!