Me Tarzan

   It dawns on me, this might be appropriate:  Madonna - what it feels like [for a girl] As 2012 finally admitted to being old and ridiculous, I stayed in my apartment trying not to succumb to “that feeling” again. I wasn’t at the home of friends [as was the plan]; I wasn’t pulling my crush aside and saying “hey, I like you and… I think we should go out because…  well because.”; and I certainly was not in Church for the Old Year’s Night Service; a special night for the Heathens who, maybe because of tradition or something more noble, flock to the pews so as to start the New Year “right”. Right. I shouldn’t say I wasn’t in Church. I was. I watched it online. There I saw the following and it opened an interesting thought to my mind: A good man [an actual good – not sarcasticly good] gave a testimony about his life. See, in times before, he practiced another Religion but he soon felt that this wasn’t for him. He needed more. He needed to feel whole. H...

                                    The Singing Sea. It's a favourite of mine. Enjoy. Is strength going after what you want or giving it up for more? Is it cowardice, excuses, a way to calm your mind from taking a risk? Prologue: I had an opportunity. A few years ago, a groovy producer dude approached me. He had just signed an artiste whose proclivity for growing ganga was evident in his music. He wanted me to do a piece of original poetry over the beat. It was going to be great. He had it all planned – what I’d wear for the video et al. … I didn’t pursue it. I thought, as a Christian, I shouldn’t promote the ganga scene. But what I REALLY thought was about the people. What will the [good] people say? I had a reputation, I can’t do that. “Can’t”, I hate that word. It’s funny. I always say, the Earth turns just long enough for you to realise the high ground you’re standing on, is actual...