Home, it's that feeling, more than just some physical space, or place...I'm back...good googly moogly, I'm really fuckin' back. Part of me is really torn up about this, but part of me is really glad is well...I'll stick with the happy for now.

Having real friends is good, and having real good friends is really really good, I'm blessed to have both—not only here, but other places as well. I just spent some time with a real good friend, I consider him my brotha. And since I haven't seen or spoke with him in a while, it was magic to catch up. I'm looking forward to doing the same with other frelatives as well.

I'm in a good place, it's rocky, but I'm on top of the rock without a point up my booty right now so it's good. I miss people. Life moves, it hurts, and sometimes you lose people that you care for. Damn that goes with the part of me that's torn up.

poetry is on hold right now. but if you really search it out, i'll bet u can find a spot where some new stuff is posted.

I am more than just the poet so many know, I am more than just a man that some women love, I am more than a revolutionary, I am more than a uncle, I am more than a employee, I am more than a son, I am more—there's your poetry—ha!

But it's good to be home.

I went to the opera Sunday. I saw Aida. And yes, I enjoyed it. I think I might be getting all cultured and shit...maybe not. But I did enjoy the opera, and for those of you who might have some deep seeded aversion to the opera, give it a chance, try new things, if it ain't life threatening, I say try it. Life threating meaning crack, crank, meth, attempting to jump over a car that's going 50+ MPH, and you know you have no hops...that's that life threatening shit.

I miss people. I've made mistakes. Life is still working on making good people better, better people well, and sick people healed.

I understand if you don't get this blog, it's not for some, but tailor made for all.

Give Thanks people. Life may be crumbling, but trust, for others, ash is all there is, so enjoy the crumbs you have.

I am working on a book—still, yes. Music?? Sort of. If you're really interested, email me nabraskapoet@hotmail.com I'll be anxiously awaiting by the computer...yea right, it's all good though.

For the children: Kids, don't watch porn, don't do drugs, but a experiment with mary might not be a bad thing when you turn 18 and get out of mom's house.

Speaking of mom's...BIG UPS TO SINGLE MOM'S....for-real, I feel your pain. (If you'd like to know more about this sentence, please email me, I think u got the address.)

Shit, it's the end of the page. Don't hate me because you don't understand this, just open your mind, and

Give Thanks.
nabraska