POETRY MEETS MOTION

Your recipe to happiness is "Get that money"....but have you forgotten your purpose and passion that go beyond the Dollar sign? The cars you need to buy to be part of the elite Have you forgotten that the women you call "bitches" and just wanna "fuck" have a soul...just like you? You advertise yourself like a product and sell yourself for a bundle of paper.... Where is your Soul, Brother... Where is your Soul, Sister? Look beyond the Visible Question the so-called Known Trust the Divine Force Reconnect to the Source Re-invent your Story Transform your Pain For you are Light And we are all One One Love

After Midnite the sleep of most 9 to 5 workers gives space for me and my creativity. Their silence allows me to think clearly. I can hear my thoughts echo in the darkness. The night is my time. Time for me to hunt. Hunt for ideas, hunt for creative impulses. Time for me to express what the day drowns in bright light and too many voices. I need silence and darkness. My desk and a little light. After midnite. Then I can slowly dipdance into vivid dreams, rhymes, moves and thoughts. And put them down onto paper, pack them into a video. Things that make my Soul feel complete. Things I do at night...