I Keep On Moving...no period!

bungee jumping into the abyss of social media...no rope.

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Good morning Miami. See u soon. Daddi loves u 2! #kisses

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when i wanna disappear n write...i find a cafe that keeps #Prince albums on the playlist all day. They just closed....i just left. #KoMbeingKoM #Baltimoreontour #blackbusiness #blackbusinessesmatter (at NuBohemia)

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They said -- Sometimes it aint who you looking for, its who shows up. I said --well how can I get who im looking for to show up? We are not the same.

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Love is over rated

Love is over rated Friday 8/28/15 Its levels to EVERYTHING. I was at McDonald's yestwrday afternoon with a crew of 4 little girls ages 2, 7, 12 n 13. A brother in his mid 30's attempted to bond with me and I really appreciated that. I hope he understood my reply...or will one day. He said its Daddy day huh? The 2 year old "cuted" at him as she sat high in my arms. I said yea, only one is mine but its all good you know? He smiled but then shrunk his smile with purpose and aimed at me: "Did you ever think you could ever love any one that much?" That could have been a real Own TV after school special moment but that's way to Own TV after school special for me and I learned a long time ago that art imitates life but life dont imitate after school specials. Now this is where I really want people to understand that while I respect the Bible's teachings...there are levels to understanding specifically in the area of the understanding of the fundamental, universal, sought after by all humanity concept of "love." Love is a very misunderstood agent. It seems that many people aspire love to be the balm for all afflictions, situations, marriages and and all other inter human relationships. The REALITY is that love is simply not a cure all. In short...love is not and never has been enough...for anything. And when you break it down, it's not supposed to be...at least love the way it is commonly understood and applied by people, who watch OWN after school specials. By black people, by black people in church. I can prove it. My mom loves me...always has and loves me more now that I reached out to her last year the week after OOH died and I initiated...no insisted that we mend our 25 year long broken relationship. When I said "Mom we need to fix this." She replied "Praise God!" I thought well God isn't calling you...I am. And God hasnt led YOU to call ME with this simple solution so lets stay focused. God is Love but it isnt Love thats calling you, nor has your love for me led you to call me so for you... Love is not enough. Your love for me didn't stop you from breaking me...or our relationship. Love is not enough. Your Love for me did not help me heal from that break. Love is...need I say it again? Back to the McDonald's. I winced at the brother's comment and tried to quickly think how can I be gracious in challenging this brother to go deeper than "love?" Nothing works better than the truth so I said: "Well bro honestly it hasnt always been this way but I'm glad it is now and I'm digging it." Maybe that was too vague. That cool type of vague that makes you think: "I'm not sure what that meant but it sounded cool." I do that. A lot. Maybe it just sounded like that pretentious, brush-off type cool. Or maybe he felt his direct cut thru the cool sincerity deserved sincerity back and nothing less and I retorted with more swag than sincerity but so what? I think being cool is important...especially for a kid to see...especially for a little girl...to see in a man...a real man...a father figure. Im ok with being in the minority on that one if I haven't lost you already. My answer definitely wasnt enough for him because he repeated the question. This time distinctively louder than the soda machine because a black man in Baltimore affirming his love for these little black girls has to be more important than Sprite! Right? "Yea but did you ever think you could love anyone that much?" He reloaded and beamed at me. I thought: My dude my mom loves me but she fucked me up! Mentally, emotionally academically, religiously, financially...all but physically. And if you only knew what I knew about these kids and how much they are loved and being fucked up in those same ways. If you knew what I knew you you would immediately co- found with me the "Love Is Not enough" scholarship fund. For kids whose parents are loving them into therapy, brokenness and failure. Either way I took the 7 yr old's asking where the straws were as a distraction that I could use to think. "Straws are right there baby. " I got it. Nothing works better than the truth right? I said: You know what brother, I really focus on the responsibility and the privilege of knowing that I get to directly affect the quality of human being that these kids are going to be one day and I take that very seriously. THAT is my focus. He wasn't ready for that. He blinked a pensive juggle and exhaled a rhetoric-sauced: "I know thats right. Whats your name? Im on my way to Bible study right now. (Who goes to Bible study on a Thursday?) Im gonna lift you and these kids up in prayer." I said "Thanks." P.S. You do that brother...but both my parents are preachers and prayer is not enough either. Baby want some fries?

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From Facebook to February

To the beautiful black people of Eutawville South Carolina Its a big world In a small town How do you get so much of everything to fit inside it? Like a television watch...watch these Eutawville kids They are our children that we were given like gifts Beautiful strong and black! They are gifts that we give back we give them better than what we had! what do they know about picking cotton and sweet potato? they cant even imagine that Watch the elders who the kids cant imagine used to be kids but its true Your grandma used to be a lil girl just like you Wasnt no Obama then Well there was...but his name was Dr King and some pple thought he was crazy for fighting back Kids today dont understand White and black like granma dont understand facebook but here we are in February n We need each other Like a tv needs all the stories to tell We need each others stories cause there is something about a small town that a big city doesnt do so well Some things you come across in a small town that Gets get lost in the big city OUR small town stories get lost in the big city Our family and history Where we come from Living in a shacks and making clothes We move fast and say you move slow but what do we know about picking cotton and sweet potato We come a long way from Facebook to February But in the long run it dont matter how far weve come if we forget where we come from 2/7/15 ~KoM 4th Annual African American Arts and Humanities Festival Eutawville, S. Carolina

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https://soundcloud.com/mrkeeponmoving/break-up-sex

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Sometimes I be writing poems. On twitter on Tumblr on facebook @mrkeeponmoving Find me. Read words. Feel something.

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Can you tell her for me while i breathe?

If i said Id marry you tomoro would that be enuff? or i still taste you on my deepest breaths or i wish i met you after you found me forgettable bloody as that was I just limped away cool as murder but a king i know died and I saw forever and I've changed into something indelible that you can lean on all of "you" can lean on I can hold you up forever like the sky you fell from does it matter what i say or how much i mean it? I'd marry you tomoro but you'd have to move to Maryland the day after for at least 5 years its cold here now Its February and the snow falls like white music 5 feet 9 degrees of beautiful a distance between this life n happiness between love and "holy fuck im so serious!" Id marry you tomoro! i swear! Id love you til we both dissappear! just to show you that i mean it when i exhale

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From Facebook to February

For the beautiful black people in Eutawville South Carolina Its a big world In a small town How do you get so much of everything to fit inside it? Like a television watch... watch these Eutawville kids They are our children that we were given like gifts Beautiful strong and black! They are gifts that we give back we give them better than what we had! what do they know about picking cotton and sweet potato? they cant even imagine that Watch the elders who the kids cant imagine used to be kids but its true Your grandmother used to be a lil girl just like you Wasnt no Obama then Well there was...but his name was Dr King and some people thought he was crazy for fighting back Kids today dont understand White and Black like granma dont understand facebook but here we are in February and We need each other Like a TV needs all the stories it tells We need each other's stories cause there is something about a small town that a big city doesnt do so well Some things you come across in a small town that gets lost in the big city OUR small town stories get lost in the big city Our family and OUR history Where WE come from Living in a shacks and making clothes The city move fast and they say you slow but what do we know about picking cotton and sweet potato We come a long way from Facebook to February But in the long run it dont matter how far weve come if we forget where we come from ~KoM 4th Annual African American Arts & Humanities Festival 2/7/15

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From Facebook to February

To the beautiful black people of Eutawville South Carolina Its a big world In a small town How do you get so much of everything to fit inside it? Like a television watch...watch these Eutawville kids They are our children that we were given like gifts Beautiful strong and black! They are gifts that we give back we give them better than what we had! what do they know about picking cotton and sweet potato? they cant even imagine that Watch the elders who the kids cant imagine used to be kids but its true Your grandma used to be a lil girl just like you Wasnt no Obama then Well there was...but his name was Dr King and some pple thought he was crazy for fighting back Kids today dont understand White and black like granma dont understand facebook but here we are in February n We need each other Like a tv needs all the stories to tell We need each others stories cause there is something about a small town that a big city doesnt do so well Some things you come across in a small town that Gets get lost in the big city OUR small town stories get lost in the big city Our family and history Where we come from Living in a shacks and making clothes We move fast and say you move slow but what do we know about picking cotton and sweet potato We come a long way from Facebook to February But in the long run it dont matter how far weve come if we forget where we come from ~KoM 2/7/15 4th Annual African - American Arts and Humanities Festival Eutawville, S. Carolina

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about last nights

We talked about death you dont have to be scared if you are prepared

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about last nights

We talked about death you dont have to be scared if you are prepared

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You ever know someone that always looks constipated?….and something is always wrong….like every day! I want to ask people like that are you ever happy just to be alive? Do you ever just forget about your problems and appreciate some thing (s) that you have that others would die or kill for? Like...