poetry, rap, organizing, weightlifting, spoken word, revolution, beautifull people....a poem from one of my forthcoming works Back Against the Wall: the Confessions of a Tortured Soul Assassination I have too many times narrowly escaped the path of an assassin’s bullet Yelling simultaneously to pull it if you dare For you knew I would care anyhow and I do not like living here Smoldering in the ravages of fear Shouldering the lives of my brothers Whom I love dear Yet many who still have not kept me near (But I digress) I wonder too if I was struck down today would the Lord intercede Cradle me into his tender, magnanimous arms of his as he saw my body bleed Rescue me, and then lift me high into the heavens as if I was his only begotten seed. Then again if there was no intercession from the All High And I had to die I wonder as well, as that bullet tore through my beleaguered flesh, Would there be pie in the sky forthcoming as the good preacher said Or would I be merely dead Condemned to eternal rest Canonized perhaps Enthroned in the hearts and minds of my nation (But nonetheless as the obituary reads) Another young veteran died too soon The untimely victim of assassination

Goodwill Hunting, Back to the Future (all three), Brown Sugar, Shallow Hal, Love and Basketball, and many more that I can't think of