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Changing j to sp

It felt like
being half project
and half redneck
could only equal reject.
I've always had
this need
to change the J
to sp
The only way
I could think of
was to learn
to grow,
to test the limits,
to release
my tethers.
Sometimes I
wanted to
slip this skin,
its legacy.

The Universe
is calling me.
I have to take this
no more missed calls
Yes Yes Y'all?
I'm listening.
I understand.
Who's The Man?
No you the man.
I want to be like U.
When I grow up.
Ok, Stay Up.

As I was saying.
I've wanted True Freedom.
Real Liberty.
To be free.
To be me.
a good man.
not necessarily a good citizen.
unless its global.
my freedom must be total.
to and from.
or its only marketing.

So I meditate.
Sometimes search.
I want to know the whole story,
or as much as I can
in what time I have.
Not just if I have time.

So I write.
Sometimes they are
self fulfilling prophecies.
A way of revealing Me to me.
even with my I closed eye see.
and I think the key is just be.
be love.
in as many moments as I can.
and I can.

Through searching
she found me.
read every word.
said I will be felt
and remembered.
We felt one december.
the very moment
I will always remember.
she understands my nuance.
knows my truth.
dances to the music
of my soul.
teaches me respect.

So one thing is clear
one thing I can do.
I may not change
The Current of
The River of Life.
I may not get to live
in a DreamWorld with
Robin Thicke
but I can love her.
be respect
and not think
like a reject.


  1. Nicely done. This one feels like the Theron I started reading long ago. The poet/songwriter. I like this much :)

  2. oh man, this is a really great story...
    some very clever lines in here... a gem. nice!

  3. yeha dawg dont think like no reject cause you get the sp from this redneck that been running the hood half his life...

  4. Be free,be me,good man.! awesome,the unique is in you.


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