People involved in my treatment right now occasionally ask me what motivates me, what keeps my spirits up.
I still have a purpose in life. I had already stated it long before my diagnosis. I think I put it all down in one free-style challenge piece on a hip-hop site four years ago. The challenge was to do a freestyle on the theme "All I Need is One."
All I need is that one great spill of words
Whether lines of ink or a great oration
An adamantine-tipped missile cast with power
Cracking obdurate shells around minds
Letting light into the dungeons in which men dwell
Distilling the wisdom from all the Holy Books
From Torah to Gospels. Qur'an to Kitab-i-aqdas
Sri Upanishads to Tripitaka to Annalects of Confucius
One great argument against the corruption of the world.
I would not sit in learned uselessness and frustration
Wondering like Doctor Faust how the whole was hung together
But in a grand sermon/lecture tie the cosmos together
Making sense of the feelings calling the righteous to action
Throwing a lifeline to imperiled lost souls
Lighting a path to the end of the labyrinth of this world
Shattering thee illusion of walls and distance between us
In one great spill teaching the oneness of mankind
Exhorting all to the task that our Creator enjoined on us.
Months have become my enemy as I search for these words
Though the sands of time may grit in my joints I press onward
My purpose is clear as I approach the end of my sojourn
Though sinews atrophy my mind races onward searching still
When I face the judgment I want to hold my lamp high
Testifying that I never hid it
Passing the flame to other lamps along the way
My words shall be the works that testify to my faith.
All I need is that one great spill of words
All the treasure I need in this world or the next.
I still have a purpose in life. I had already stated it long before my diagnosis. I think I put it all down in one free-style challenge piece on a hip-hop site four years ago. The challenge was to do a freestyle on the theme "All I Need is One."
All I need is that one great spill of words
Whether lines of ink or a great oration
An adamantine-tipped missile cast with power
Cracking obdurate shells around minds
Letting light into the dungeons in which men dwell
Distilling the wisdom from all the Holy Books
From Torah to Gospels. Qur'an to Kitab-i-aqdas
Sri Upanishads to Tripitaka to Annalects of Confucius
One great argument against the corruption of the world.
I would not sit in learned uselessness and frustration
Wondering like Doctor Faust how the whole was hung together
But in a grand sermon/lecture tie the cosmos together
Making sense of the feelings calling the righteous to action
Throwing a lifeline to imperiled lost souls
Lighting a path to the end of the labyrinth of this world
Shattering thee illusion of walls and distance between us
In one great spill teaching the oneness of mankind
Exhorting all to the task that our Creator enjoined on us.
Months have become my enemy as I search for these words
Though the sands of time may grit in my joints I press onward
My purpose is clear as I approach the end of my sojourn
Though sinews atrophy my mind races onward searching still
When I face the judgment I want to hold my lamp high
Testifying that I never hid it
Passing the flame to other lamps along the way
My words shall be the works that testify to my faith.
All I need is that one great spill of words
All the treasure I need in this world or the next.
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