b fran...

"and the Lord said unto cain, where is abel thy brother? and he said, i know not: am i my brother's keeper?" Genesis 4:9 and though our circumstances may not be as dire as that of cain and abel…at some point in our lives we will all be asked, by someone or ourselves, am i my brother’s keeper? and just like cain we have a choice to live an answer that says no or to live a life that says yes. for me my choice was obvious… cause i am my brother’s keeper…

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my life has been a daily reflection of the scriptures of manhood chiseled in my soul by my father’s hands and my mother’s love…poetic but true. see i’ve been blessed with example after example of selfless giving and responsibility to others (friend and stranger alike). and it is this legacy that has inspired this collection of poems that pays homage to the hoods- motherhood, womanhood, manhood, and brotherhood. and hopefully somewhere in my words you will discover what i have come to know- that the one thing that can change the world one person at a time- is respect- for women, for each other and for self. i believe this and i live this…cause i am my brother’s keeper…

Friday, October 27, 2006

Happy Trails

Happy trails was the first words I heard this morning...my dad called around 8 o'clock your time 7 o'clock our time...gotta love family...We started out this morning around 10 o'clock (11) on our way to Denver. And of course along the way we had a few interesting encounters. The one I will share took place at the gas station- before I could out of my car...a guy hurries over...scuse me my friend (with a hint of a middle eastern accent)...scuse me my friend I want to ask you a question. He says I know that it may sound stupid. At this time I am checking his hands...empty...checking his size...big enough to get his ass whipped. So I ease out of my car to send a clear message (not sure what the message is...but anyway I stood up). He introduced himself..Mark Trevino (and at that moment his middle eastern accent dissapated (check spelling)). I want to know what you would do if someone disrespected you and your family...these people broke into my home and stole my rifles, tv and a camcorder with the picture of my wife giving birth. And last week was my daughters birthday. At this point I have no clue where he is going with this...but typical Brian...listened earnestly (while watching his hands). He continues ...the police came by and told me that they knew who stole my stuff...but they weren't going to arrest them (this is when I was wondering if he thought it was me)...so I went over and confronted them...and allegedly they got hurt and we all went to jail...now my friend my question (finally) is would you have done the same thing? Of course I told him yes...he smiled and sayed I knew it...because are from Texas and if I did this there they would throw me a parade (I've obviously missed a lot parades)...That was less than one hour into our trip...
Got run...but just wanted to let you know that we made it to Denver...we have clocked more than 1,050 miles...we have seen the most incredible landscapes (God is an artist...where does he get the inspiration for things that inspire us)...We here...
We are getting ready to head over to Cafe Nuba...going hit the open mic, the slam...the event is full fledge art show- short movie, hip hop, and food...holla...love ya'll and miss ya..

3 Comments:

Blogger Shelle said...

brian is an amazing man...being all protective and stuff...he was ready for anything to go down lol

10:26 AM  
Blogger Raging Bull said...

Yeah Shelle, he's just like that. Reminds me of my two brothers back home.

6:06 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Tumbleweed is actually exists?? Wow! I must tell my family, we thought it was just props for Westerns!

10:46 AM  

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