Have not posted a "regular" journal in a while, so lemme try this.. My week has been very typical for me which mean i have been running myself into the ground. I not only am in the classroom and coaching after school each day this week ( and my team looks real green.. still working on OFF line drills and have not even goten to defense and a game on the 29th.. go figure..(can you say getting blow out and dominated?).. anyhow Jah will see us through and speed up our progress.. anyhowz.. i have had to get the seeds cause.. the wiz has been doing a few other important things (dinner, hair, meeting, etc), also had to take the seeds with me to look at a few properties and that is always fun..Going into empty homes with your 9 and 6 year old which at times is not the cleanest or "safest" place..I have stories of looking at properties that has had a rat run across the kithcen floor as i was looking in the DR.. (with my son).. and had my agent running out of the house. Folks might say "why the .. would you ever need to go into a house like that".. wiithout too much convo .. because they can clean up nice and be worth the effort.. esepcially a good home when initially no one wanted to touch it...anyhowz.. then i hear "we hungry .. we hungry what we gonna have".. and i tell you watchiing super size with the seeds has swore then off of fast food, but then in a spot like this, what do you do.. try my best is all i can tell you.. Anyway this is my week, even today.. collecting rent and trying to put a bigger shower rod up for a tenant with a claw foot tub.. just to have the wiz like .." why you leavin. i just got home.." thinking to myself..so we can eat fool LOL.. anyhows we cool i am just so tired that i cant sleep.. soo i guess i will write .. lemme see.. Creation.. She was created.. in water and wisdom.. time and prophecy.. she takes my breath and yet gave it to me still I wonder at creation, I wonder. She blinks and gives me madness in places unproper we dance in each others minds secretly and wish to offer the gift of release.. queitly wishing to give.. the gift of creation, the gift of creation. Divine acrhitect.. surveyor of things moving and still.. we mock her so some of us.. and almost bait the waters to rise again.. who will be pair up this time.. who will be.. as creation "indian gives" as creation "indian gives". Making money is such a past time in these days.. vices are all for profit and sale prophet and sail.. we sway in the winds without direction.. with half-a-man as our sails.. reducing creation to a dub.. bring creation to dub. Always ending with She.. my preoccupation and only true disire.. love is her and she makes it four letter easy.. we still want that other 4 letter word to be part of our connection.. creation bend over a park bench.. creation i drink big gulps.. creation i pound deep and strong.. creation makes me numb.. I creation. .

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