mood: worried
music: Magnetic Fields- I Think I Need a New Heart
Summer is here, which means if I'm going to go back to school I have to figure out wtf I'm doing, and SOON.
School. Can I do it? Can I handle going back? Can I pay for it? Is it worth it?
Suddenly I'm reminded of one of my favorite poems by Sekou (tha Misfit), "When I Grow Up".
"Ask me now mommy.
Am I too late?
Ask me now what I want to do for a living.
Am I too late? Cause I think I finally figured it out
I don't want to do for a living
I want to be for a living
I want to be life.
I want to make things grow, and move, and breath, and reproduce, and respond.
I just want to make things respond and react and rejoice and relax and relate and release and receive
as soon as I recite.
When I grow up,
I don't want to be like those other kids mommy who want to be doctors and ballers and astronauts.
I want to be passion, and heat and energy.
When I grow up,
I don't want to be a fireman mommy, let me be the fire
The explosion behind the soul's big bang theory that leaves in it's place . . . desire
That burning within that gives life to the word "aspire"
Let me warm the cold souls of the despairing and heartless
Let me light the paths of those wandering in darkness
And provide children with their first definition of "hot"
And when the artists of the world have become so infatuated with ice that the whole world freezes over,
Let me be the poet that melts the ice-caps, drowns the planet, and starts this world over -
2 poets at a time like Noah. . .
When I grow up
I don't want to be an astronaut mommy, I want to be the space that he explores -
Not the doctor mommy, let me be the cure.
The prescription for a better life . . .
the way through which the sick and the shut-in can find hope, health, happiness, and healing.
I want to be the pill of which they take two, and the call that is placed that next morning.
I want to be the white blood cell that strengthens the immune system,
the clot that stops the bleeding,
the antidote that counters the poison;
I want to speak antibiotic poetry that defeats your life's viruses,
but only if you take my words in 3 times a day until the entire bottle is gone;
I want to be the perspective of the world through the eyes of an autistic child who is diagnosed with a sickness when in fact she merely sees the world with a clarity that the rest of us could only dream of having. . .
When I grow up
I don't want to be a preacher mommy, I want to be the word
Not the artist mommy, I want to be the art
Not the painter, let me be the canvas
Not the choreographer, let me be the dances
Not the poet, let me be the stanzas
When I grow up
I don't want to be a singer mommy, I want to be the sound!
The song you sing the way you sing it when you think aint nobody else around...."
That's not even the whole thing. It sure seems shorter when you hear it spoken aloud...
http://www.blindfaithrecords.com/whenigrow.html
music: Magnetic Fields- I Think I Need a New Heart
Summer is here, which means if I'm going to go back to school I have to figure out wtf I'm doing, and SOON.
School. Can I do it? Can I handle going back? Can I pay for it? Is it worth it?
Suddenly I'm reminded of one of my favorite poems by Sekou (tha Misfit), "When I Grow Up".
"Ask me now mommy.
Am I too late?
Ask me now what I want to do for a living.
Am I too late? Cause I think I finally figured it out
I don't want to do for a living
I want to be for a living
I want to be life.
I want to make things grow, and move, and breath, and reproduce, and respond.
I just want to make things respond and react and rejoice and relax and relate and release and receive
as soon as I recite.
When I grow up,
I don't want to be like those other kids mommy who want to be doctors and ballers and astronauts.
I want to be passion, and heat and energy.
When I grow up,
I don't want to be a fireman mommy, let me be the fire
The explosion behind the soul's big bang theory that leaves in it's place . . . desire
That burning within that gives life to the word "aspire"
Let me warm the cold souls of the despairing and heartless
Let me light the paths of those wandering in darkness
And provide children with their first definition of "hot"
And when the artists of the world have become so infatuated with ice that the whole world freezes over,
Let me be the poet that melts the ice-caps, drowns the planet, and starts this world over -
2 poets at a time like Noah. . .
When I grow up
I don't want to be an astronaut mommy, I want to be the space that he explores -
Not the doctor mommy, let me be the cure.
The prescription for a better life . . .
the way through which the sick and the shut-in can find hope, health, happiness, and healing.
I want to be the pill of which they take two, and the call that is placed that next morning.
I want to be the white blood cell that strengthens the immune system,
the clot that stops the bleeding,
the antidote that counters the poison;
I want to speak antibiotic poetry that defeats your life's viruses,
but only if you take my words in 3 times a day until the entire bottle is gone;
I want to be the perspective of the world through the eyes of an autistic child who is diagnosed with a sickness when in fact she merely sees the world with a clarity that the rest of us could only dream of having. . .
When I grow up
I don't want to be a preacher mommy, I want to be the word
Not the artist mommy, I want to be the art
Not the painter, let me be the canvas
Not the choreographer, let me be the dances
Not the poet, let me be the stanzas
When I grow up
I don't want to be a singer mommy, I want to be the sound!
The song you sing the way you sing it when you think aint nobody else around...."
That's not even the whole thing. It sure seems shorter when you hear it spoken aloud...
http://www.blindfaithrecords.com/whenigrow.html
VIEW 3 of 3 COMMENTS
ero23:
that kicks ass --thanks for sharing--I saw that guy up at the U --he rocks 
mrmiah:
Beautiful!