out there

somewhere

where where

but who knows

where

where

shall we turn

a question's being asked

nimrods with answers

as if they always have correct knowledge

their sure escape from the many's problems

they offer their reasoned conclusions

re: the aberrations of life

because 

because

because

to whom else shall we turn

except toward ourselves

when we offer up our ignorance

as the unlikely of truths

that govern the world

a mess life can be

when we shift our reasoned illness

to the strangers of paradise

while sitting on their stoops

pretending to know the truths 

that'll calm all with scoops

with themselves primarily in mind

so

return home

grab a jug of wine

weep a while and swoon

deciding what you'll do 

*So many of the Muslims I know are displaced Muslims, and I want to become that kind of Christian.  I want to see myself in that migratory path, moving from north to south, no longer bounded by water but bounded by hot and cold.  Those ideas interest me bacause ultimately I belong to the desert. That is where my soul was born, and finally where I expect to live - but in Phoenix, Arizona, in Las Vegas, Nevada, not in the pretty desert, but the ugly, the desert of suburban houses and garish hotels.  That is where I find Christ.

-Richard Rodriguez

*Family Tree

                                                      4 Mother

Because we all spring

from different trees

does not mean

we are not created equally

Is the true beauty in the tree

or in the vast forest in which it breathes

the tree must fight 2 breed

among the evils of the weeds

I find greatness in the tree

that grows against all odds

it blossoms in darkness

and gives birth 2 promising pods.

I was the tree who grew from weeds

and wasn't meant 2 be

ashamed I'm not in fact I am proud

of my thriving family tree

-Tupac Shakur