From Michael Franti and Spearhead's 'What I Be'
If I could be the leaves, then like jade I would stay evergreen and
Spread my limbs out wide and pull love so close to me and
If I could the roots, I would dig deep like ancestry and
If were the fruits, you'd make the sweetest cherry pie from me and
If I could be the night, my moon replace all electric lights and
Magic music would transmit from outer space on satellites
If I myself could be the ocean, you would feel emotion all the time and
If I were the words, then everything that everybody said would rhyme
From Yours Truly
If I could be more than just a man, I'd stand the test that time throws down and
March through life tall and crowned, acting the king all over town and
If I could be love, I'd soar above on the wings of doves and
Peace would be spread beneath me instead
Of the hate that waits to disseminate
From the mouths of liars and the lips of cheats
From the actions of killers and from crooks and from thiefs
And if I were joy everyday would be a holiday
Handing out toys to everyone,
I'd sneak in like Troy
To spread gifts to all the girls and boys and
If I were the sky so high
I'd sing you all a lullaby and
If I were free
From myself
From my manic depression
And my suffering health
I'd be able
And stable
Enough
To put up
With the crap that attacks
Whenever I slack
I wouldn't worry about all that I lack
If I weren't wack
Aspiring Youth: Listening, Looking, Learning,
Friday, May 19, 2006
Friday, May 05, 2006
To the future, inspired by the past
This blog is devoted to the efforts and accomplishments of the currently great, the great names of the past, and to youths aspiring to great things. My heroes and my inspirations will soon find their way into the blog and I hope this helps anyone reading it as much as it helps me. I'll be looking for stories, pictures and movies to post. I'll be looking for books to reccomend and activities to comment on. I'll be looking for other blogs and sites to link to. Finally, I'll post my meagre accomplishements and offer pronouncements on them.Posting from the job, the necessary evil to be avoided (Twain).
