The rain drops beat:

On the cracked stain glass windows of my soul. Tap tap tap, Painted the deepest  colors of human emotion distorting the world only enough to make beautiful the ugly reality of  someone who isn't perceiving it  through the same window panes as I..The rain drowned her dreams in screams; instead of her hopes and dreams silencing her fear and giving her a voice.I can't remember how many times i  told her she had a choice.That she did not  live a life in which she had no control. If only I could have found a door I could of  tap tap tapped  into the her mind and knocked down the brick walls that guarded  the broken pieces of her battered soul.I would have picked  them up; I could of put them back together, after all cracked windows are better than that ugly brick wall, cracked windows are better than no windows at all.I believe that her dreams of peace she can now see.A peace she could only wish for, that her presence gave to me. I wish she she would have found an alternative way to set herself free. In her death: lost was love like mine.Though she is gone forever, I still think about her all the time. The only comfort I have is that her soul is no longer stuck behind walls...free as can be her world, anything but small...I can feel her soul and she can see mine, I'm still here in this perfect storm and for me that choice is amazing not just fine... I know she is somewhere being a  beautiful angel, now perfectly divine.   see m I just want her to hear these words and know our shared dream to love the world lives in me wherever I go. I pick up her worldly dream and keep it here in my soul, it reminds me always that peace and love should be the means not just the goal.



My soul dances to the sound of lyrical storms of  passion that thunder from the hip hop underground.Boom Boom Boom.  Violence and poverty seem to pour from the sky, a neighborhood where he doesn't open the door of opportunity because he fears the storm outside.Boom Boom Boom. 17 and sometimes he doesn't go to school because he is afraid, like so many of his boys,  he too will be shot. Sometimes in his world it seems violence is an option and peace is not. In his dreams he sees only one way to destroy his crime flooded fears; one way to make a statement; like a the roots of a tree...life starts below the pavement. Power in his words;his lyrics are fire. Creating a spirit that calls for more than just a peaceful desire.Boom Boom Boom  A hip hop socialist for peace...movement in music form; true to himself his words shine like the sun in a storm.He mixes his words with rhythm brewing is a new musical culture that continues to alter the mainstream norm. Sun soaked dreams so beautiful when he writes  them down. he amazes me when he speaks them out loud. Power for peace creates perfect storm of change as a boom boom boom hip hop sound. His words lay out a plan like Martin Luther King  ..through every truth and every verse I can almost hear peace and  freedom ring. Actions that resonate  hope creates a great sound...Through the rain the sun shines and..he dreams up a world where peace... like love... is a verb and not a simply a noun.Dreams like that make me want to turn the world around. To work for a peace that some say will never be found. I listen to hear him challenge the globe, call humanity to strive for something more.Music reaches my soul turning my its' windows painted the deepest colors of emotion into one stain glass door. A door to opportunity  that I need to step through. To get out of my own way and challenge  my own view. Words from his mouth unite not divide, sun shines down and for that two or three minutes I'm listening  the  rain of violence seems to subside.God he says is love and his son the Prince of Peace. His lyrics speak me and I know he cares not about the origin of my beliefs, simply he says with all the swag he can muster, love is the way and for peace I'm a hustler.

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