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…

Saturday, November 04, 2006

There's no place like home...

After a brisk 14 hour drive shelle and I made it back home...around midnight. The "mini" tour was a whopping success on all levels. I found new inspiration...I am still working on me and my emotions surrounding Tweety's death. I have a note book full of ideas. I have a mind full of incredible memories. Poets (neo souldiers and poetic friends alike) I have a lot of information and insight to the dos and dont's for how to travel (not all the answers after one trip..but a lot more than I did before). The contacts...no the friends and fans that we made along the way will be lasting...both Denver and albq have incredible poetry scenes...I highly recomend a trip to either. I will be chilling today at home and watching football with my brother... holla...

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

neo soul meets native soul

this morning was one of the single most inspirational moments of my life. shelle and i put on two writing workshops at the native american community academy, a one year old charter school, for a class of 6th and 7th graders. we were supposed to expose them to the power of poetry and walked away feeling the power. we were met immediately with open arms by their teacher, our new friend, emily or as we all called her ms. emily. she's the type of english teacher that we all prayed for...young, energetic, open, caring, smart, loving, poetic, inspirational, accepting,... shelle and i opened up doing a piece (slightly censored)for the kids...they loved it. then we talked about how poetry can heal, how poetry is an avenue to express, that poetry is all around us... we did a couple of writing excercises and that is when the magic began...they opened their precious little souls, they shared with us thoughts and feelings they have never shared before...we cried...we all cried...we laughed. shelle and i gave each of the kids our tour poster...and they wanted it...we signed them with words of excellence and success. they are incredible writers...team albq is going to be great for a long time...each face will stay with me...some of the names of these awesome kids, starla, alecia, sarah, robert, bryan, lil brian, jeremiah, keegan, maxi, reina, pamela, meaghan, isaih,...we played some games, we shared some hugs, we became poetry...this was the day that the new (neo) soul met the native (original) soul...and it was meant to be...thanks NACA, thanks emily, thanks kids...

we will definitely take this experience into our feature tonight (we have 30 minutes of stage time)...we have about 3 1/2 hours before showtime...holla...

From the # 1 team in 2006 to the # 1 team in 2005

yesterday we left, with much sadness, Denver on our way to Albq. it was approximately 6 hours of the most amazing scenery i have ever seen in my life. the mountains of denver were still snowcapped and the endless platueas of new mexico were breathtaking. and if that were not enough...some 75 miles or so outside of albq...sunset came and God filled the sky with the most beautiful and unique colors and patterns. i marvelled at every blessed stroke of his hand. and it was with this image that we rolled into albq, on halloween, our host for the night don mciver and mindy were great. they opened up there home and the home their friends to us. they treated us like fam...thank you thank you... we also got to spend some time with danny solis and of course the man who arranged all of this for us...mr. eric bodwell. we chilled a little sippin on heineken and chomping popcorn. they handed out candy to some 500 kids, yea...they take halloween serious around here...i called it a night...to get ready for our big day...(workshop in the morning and a feature at night)...