Mickey as a samurai? Minnie as a geisha? It works surprisingly well. We’ve seen some great fanmade Disney/Japanese crossovers before, but never before have we come across ones that were actually created by an artist working within Disney itself. Instagram user johnram27 is a Disney story artist and theme park designer who, in his spare time,…
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This poem plays a huge role for me as a writer; The movie Slam resonated deep inside me. This is just one of the poems in the movie…
My back is against a brick wall
I got a Mack truck two inches from MY FACE!!
Well run free baby, run now
It just looks hard, but it would be, SOOO easy
Just turn around and go!
Clip all the wires, hook-ups and hangups
And then you’re HOME FREE
You can give birth, to an excuse so easily
You’ll believe it’s always been there
While the natural order made-to-order
By your forever clever MIND
CONSTANTLY protecting you against things
You no longer need to be protected FROM!
AND I, BELIEVE!
I believe like a holy roller
Singing sweaty preaching Go Tell It On The Mountain
While speaking in twenty different tongues and diving
In ten thousand feet of baptismal water
Without…
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Do you have the patience to wait
till your mud settles and the water is clear?
Can you remain unmoving
till the right action arises by itself?
The master doesn’t seek fulfillment.
Not seeking, not expecting,
she is present, and can welcome all things.
Tao Te Ching, 15
Just writing shit. Passing time. Outlashing rhyme.
Is Concrete freedom? Completely completing me?
I feel like I’m depleting…
Too much time… so here I rhyme.
I got a good girl, good world. I’m in love.
Word therapy; it’s scaring me cause words release and reveal disparity.
The repressed stress that impales my chest… I’ll just…let the rest of my rhymes set sail.
Every day listening to the rain, it washes pain away.
I want to get up, but it looks like imma do it on a later day.
Now: Trynna bail… out….I fell off.. or fell out… I feel like I’m doing nothing when I’m
sitting here alone with my own”self.”…
I’m too used to street tops / we walked the block in reboks / more miles than Enoch /
up n down like seasaws
…then hop trains to the seashore. Drink more. I need more,
Fuck, I bleed for freedom like firey Vietnam napalm.
I’m going awal.
God Damn I seen it all… and it drove me up the walls….
No sentiment to what I representing in this moment.
Alone, Heckle myself. Jeckle?
Fuck it, Hyde… but wise with pretty eyes.
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