Saturday, April 30, 2011

If you've never been rocked back by the presence of purpose, this poem is too soon for you.

Not only is he a poet, but he's an entertainer, and a comedian. He concluded tonight, just like in his book 'Live For a Living,' with The Information Man. Tears were in my eyes throughout. Call me weak; I don't care.
After he said those last two words, 'is you,' everyone clapped and I just...sat there. I sat there with tears in my eyes, my heart heavy, and inhaling deep into my chest, trying to let it enter the core of my heart, hoping the exhale would release everything that has been dragging me down day after day. I was sitting, tearing, breathing deep, taking in his words, hoping to be saved, hoping my heartache, headache, and bodyache would cease.
It didn't.
But, I did get a book, poster, and his autograph.

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