Time is luck Luck is money Money is lives Time for luck Luck give money Money value lives Time of unluck Unluck sans money Money absent value of life We stand on top of the world Wherever we stand So long as not 6’ under The top of the world Built upon layers of life Or death, rather, over time If you are 6’ under Your time, luck, and money are ours And we are spending them on survival If you are on the earth Your time luck and money is mine Atlas slips yet carries you forwar

Locked myself out for the fourth time in as many weeks from my new apartment in KCMO. I am distressed and disturbed, but the distraction is the reason. But which distraction? The fact that I have slept 20 hours in two weeks, the fact that I relate to Sonny’s bastard son more than any other character including the clarinet player, my daily wake up call on my lack of financial independence, or just me. I am my own distraction. I have to distract myself from myself. I have to te

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This article highlights and elaborates upon the specific struggles which were later deemed to represent symptoms of my mental health condition; schizoaffective disorder, bipolar type. Enjoy! Libra Season Goes Til Halloween, JHB, 2025.

The sun had already risen by the time I sat down outside the cafe. The apartment building/fastfood place/hotel/gentrification show-piece/tax abatement across Broadway sat high enough to block dawn. My small coffee jiggled in its cup on its porcelain saucer as I bumped the wiry table upon which the caffeine sat.  I bumped the table shifting myself to reach for my smokes. Cigarettes, a lighter, and a doob tube from the dispensary down the block. I am shifty in general, thus the

Be love a breeze Carried aloft through trees A thing of birds and bees Be a love which frees Be love a ship Sailed up to earth’s lip Balanced but to flip Love shall never slip Be love a brain Prodded beyond strain Heart pumps love’s perpetual drain From us it will never refrain Be love a fright Ghosting us in the night Forcing absence of sight Love then must be our light Street Art Closeup, KCMO, JHB, 2025.

The brother said I need Jesus today As I walked on by wishing a good morning In a neighborhood I ain’t own Where I still wish to all a good day The brother stood beside my way As I crossed his path in the dawn In a neighborhood in which I am no son Where I still spoke to him my way The brother listen close I say As you walk with me up the sidewalk In a headspace I respect and reserve When I can show you where I need to stay Street Art, JHB, 2025.

So I’m headed to this French chateau, right? Orquevaux, France. Google it! It’s dope. Anyway. I get to NYC before sundown with a layover in Chitown and I’m trying not to drink. At airports anymore you can’t even smoke a fucking cigarette without exiting and redoing security clearance. Bunch of bullshit. So I ain’t wanna get lit in any way or I’m gonna wanna smoke, right? Anyway, 6:30pm EST rolls around and we all start boarding this 777? My first, hopefully not last. All thes

My most recent piece for Brainz Magazine: What It Means To Be More Than A Diagnosis by Justin H. Briggs. Enjoy! @bedfundy

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