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Analysis of Brothers of Blood


BROTHERS OF THE BLOOD

  By Bill E. McDonald

Five miles into jungle, near a town they called Cahm Bien Three went up in a ball of fire, when a rocket whistled in Now one went on to glory, another straight to Hell The last returned across the pond to a place we called the “World” See the strong survive so some of us have made it Back into a world that never seemed to care Cause’ I see some brothers livin’ in these alleys Bearin’ hardship like we all shared over there

“Brothers of the blood” Fightin’ for our country while our country’s fightin’ us “Brothers of the blood” Well you may not know our names but we’re your “Brothers of the blood”

And now my brother’s runnin’ through the jungles of the mind Runnin’ into hopelessness, while runnin’ out of time Searchin’ for some way out, Strugglin’ to be free Tryin’ to find some peace of mind through pure insanity

Now he can’t remember life as being easy Either fightin’ in a war or on the streets But each night he prays to God he’ll find some comfort Where’re you gonna’ run tonight? What you gonna’ eat?

“Brothers of the blood” You could have run to Canada instead of dying in Saigon “ Brothers of the blood “ Unemployed or doin’ time or standin’ in some welfare line “Brothers of the blood” The Lord made us a promise a secret I will tell “Brothers of the blood” When we die we go to Heaven cause’ we’ve spent our time in Hell Read more

A special poem from me to you about me;)


My teacher said,
Go home and write
a passage tonight.
From you, but model Hughes
Then, it will continue.
I wonder if it’s that’s true?

I am twenty-four, black, from San Francisco.
I was raised there, then Fairfield, then here
to several colleges in the capital Sacramento.
I am the only ambitious one in my generation.
The lessons I have learned helped train me to excel
While others don’t find them entertaining,
One drink, two shots, a hit here, now they think there hot,
Instead I read, do homework, and marvel at art
Now that makes me square because I’d rather not go there: Read more

I Keep it Real


I Keep it Real

I keep it real

I’m not honest

I “be” honest Read more

As the night falls…..


Random emo moments tend to take over my mind, and when that happens,  I write but wait until the next day to post, simply because I want to ensure that I still feel the same way, and that this is not just a light feather touch of emotions but how really feel.  I know that this is meant to be an expressive blog about how one feels whether it is towards life, KSSU, academics, personal life experiences, current moods to upkeep the currency or simply the though process one goes through, and treats as a journal entry.

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A disposition within my alcove awareness


(Day 1)

It is easily the most quintessential component that we require to sustain life, both metaphorically and physically.  In this sea of troubled sensibility, often neglected as just another function, we often forget it’s purpose. Subject to sensitivity, we place all our weight and baggage upon it, expecting it to work as if there is nothing but wide space for it to operate, we never realize the amount of pressure we place upon it.  Due to this factor, many risks of derailment occurs, too often without our knowledge, until it is too late for any reassurance of its survival.  Read more

Forgotten Memories… A Poem


Forgotten Memories

I remember when I first saw your face

The one I would see in my dreams Read more

Blissful Afflictions


In this world, we can feel both pain and joy. They live in a world where they can both co-exist and at their lifespan is not affected by time nor space. When one is trying to be kept satisfied, the other is unsatisfied which leads both to live 2 worlds apart just to be classified as living.

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Half Passed 12…


Sometimes, I lay awake between the twilight hours of the night, and think to myself, reflect and begin to document my thoughts of the moment…. Read more

The Infinite Conclusion – part 1


Last night i fell asleep at my computer while filtering out my passed memories.

I awoke in a strange room, poorly lit with just a few lights guiding me towards a door. I followed it only to find that it is locked. Standing there dumbfounded, i pondered a way to open the door without kicking it in. After 15 minutes of frustration with the door, i heard an angelic voice telling me to close my eyes, put my back to the door and follow the lights in the direction in which i came from and take 5 steps. After following the strange directions i opened my eyes and i was standing at the edge of a pier in the middle of the ocean. Read more

The Frame of Deslolation


At times of immense pain, what options does one have to turn to, especially when all hope is lost and gone. When the pain is too extreme to take and after all of this chaos has died down, and you are hit with the after effects of the griefs, how would one suggest that the receiving party deal with this. Read more

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