"you can find me discussing strategy with the generals of the army of one’s mind because i can’t seem to find a way through or around that fortress built around your heart,” she said, standing in the doorway with her head resting gently against the door frame; …the same way her head lays on her pillow: still, at peace.
i looked away, feeling defeat was inevitable in this raging battle of emotion and wits; an emotion, dark and brooding, coupled with an incredibly crushing grip on my lungs, leaving me short of breath…
and as i’m gasping for air, my eyes are gasping for moisture. my pride is pleading with me to not be swallowed and this weathered vessel is sending me searingly painful reminders that it feels empty and hollow
and if swift aid isn’t provided soon i may collapse. in fact, i WILL collapse. i’ll rapidly lose conciousness and i’ll show no signs of responsiveness to each shock, each push, each kiss of life
internally, i smirked wryly and said aloud “that’s no surprise.”
perplexed, the look on her face did seem at that moment in time. realizing that the internal conflict was over for now, i rubbed my brow and glanced in her direction
i moved about in my chair, shifting uncomfortably with every glance she makes at me from the doorway i could conjure up no monolouge that would appease her needs. i could do nothing to feed my weathered vessel the nourishment it yearns for. i learned four pivotal things at that very moment
i can love but i can’t heal i can pray but i can’t kneel i can reach out but am hesitant to reach back when the tables are turned i’m not afraid of playing with love’s raging flame for i’ve already been burned
with the vice grip weakening and a regained sense of purpose i stood up, slowly; no longer feeling worthless, i looked into her emerald green eyes and i studied her face…
i followed every trace of each line i could immediately find on her face; preferably i sought after the ones that lead up to her eyes and, O! how i found the path rarely travelled! conviction gripped the same region of my weathered vessel that the mysterious, previous feeling did but it had a different effect
it squeezed what was truly on my mind; my sentiments exactly: outand flying free as opposed to retaining it,allowing it to breed.
with a face fully flushed and the heat from my weathered vessel embarking on a mass exodus into nowhere-in-particular, i looked at the woman who had previously taken sanctuary within my church of love before fate evicted her and i uttered a single question:
"you wish to lay seige on the very place that once accomodated you?”
she only nodded, to which i responded:
"you’re going to need a bigger army."
and then i kissed her.i kissed her cracked lips… and my weathered vessel did collapse.
the only remaining thing mine eyes did capture was her crying out in anquish…
i lay here frozen, the morning after. i rest in piece; one single, lifeless piece. and so ends the journey inside my weathered vessel.
“Now the poor Ku Klux man see that we’re all brothers. Not because things are the same; because we lack the same color: that’s green. Now, that’s mean. Can’t burn his cross ‘cause he can’t afford the gasoline. Now if a Muslim woman strapped with a bomb on a bus with the seconds running give you the jitters, just imagine an American-based Christian organization planning to poison water supplies to bring the second-coming quicker. N*gga, they ain’t living properly. Break ‘em off a little democracy. Turn their whole culture to a mockery. Give ‘em Coca-Cola for their property. Give ‘em gum, give ‘em guns, get ‘em young, give ‘em fun, but if they ain’t giving it up, then they ain’t getting none. And don’t give ‘em all… naw, man, just give ‘em some. It’s the paper, some of these cops must be al-Qaeda.”—excerpt from Lupe Fiasco’s wake-up call ‘American Terrorist.’
“Wikipedia is about the power of people like us to do extraordinary things. People like us write Wikipedia, one word at a time. People like us fund it, one donation at a time. It’s proof of our collective potential to change the world.”— Jimmy Wales, Wikipedia’s founder
“I have a new term for those on the fringes of the religious right who have used the Gospels to perpetuate their own aspirations for power, control and oppression: Christianists. They are as anathema to true Christians as the Islamists are to true Islam.”— William Safire, New York Times language columnist
“Who? You? You ain’t ready for war, you got the wrong weapon. Looking for beef? You in the wrong section. Disrespectin’ to my face? You wylin. That’s a problem that can escalate to straight violence; ‘till we could wait to get the bangers, but it’s never that deep. Learn to express your anger, man; it’s never that deep. Whatever. Peace, man… them carniovres got sharp teeth. Police stalk our streets like animals; see why we call cops beasts? And they stay hungry for dark meat. So, if your talkin ‘bout spotty over beats, well then that’s just not beef! Whats beef? Beef is where your kids [are] hungry as they go to sleep. Beef is when tanks [are] rollin’ down your street. Don’t you hate when a nigga got some intellect but say some dumb shit on the internet? [But] do I forgive him? Yes. I would never stop the checks you out to get, [but] just ‘cause a nigga go to jail don’t mean he Malcolm X.”— excerpt from the insanely awesome Dela and Talib Kweli collaboration titled Long Life
Deftones' Greatest Hits (according to The Auracle)
I love Deftones. I have a plethora of favourite bands but Deftones are kings of the proverbial musical mountain. Simple as, end of.
On my way home from work, I flicked through my Deftones collection on my Zune and made an impromptu play-list of some of my most personally adored tracks by the boys from Sacramento, California, USA.
I make no apologies about the choices, nor any apologies about any omissions. Why? Because, like I said, these are my personal favourites, not collective fan favourites. Furthermore, any omissions should be a shining testament to how much incredible music Deftones have gifted us over the years.
Still, if there’s anyone that still hasn’t given this band a chance to lay into your eardrums with some awesome tunes, this play-list shouldn’t just serve as a springboard, but rather a launchpad. Seriously. This musical trip is beyond borders, it’s absolutely intergalactic. ;-) Enjoy.
“Hey unfaithful, I will teach you to be stronger. Hey ungraceful, I will teach you to forgive one another. Hey unloving, I will love you.”— excerpt from Underoath’s powerful track "Some Will Seek Forgiveness, Others Escape"
“It would be impossible to provide everyone with a house in a desirable area, so any right for particular individuals would be based on government arbitrarily selecting certain people and taxing everyone else to pay the high costs necessary. It would mean treating one group of people much better than everyone else, which is why it offends a basic sense of fairness, and why a majority of voters across all the parties support the £400-a-week cap on housing benefit. Government should instead focus on improving the number of desirable areas to live, through better policies on schools, housing and planning, and policing, not take up time and energy working out how to select some lucky individuals who then receive overwhelming individual subsidy.”—Alex Morton, research fellow at Policy Exchange
“He [Obama] couldn’t have been clearer about the importance of healthcare reform, his belief the government had a role in improving peoples lives, and his warning it would all take time. But that, apparently, is not what a lot of people were buying. It may be he is going against what a lot of Americans want for their country. For every Tea Party supporter who sees his mild social democracy as communism there are probably several more who don’t characterise it in extreme terms, but don’t like it any more for that.”— Mark Mardell, BBC North America Editor