Emblem & Maternal - Builds on "Mischief", dirty tricks and the 28 degree in the 1-40's.
Friday, June 5, 2009
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Returning Back: Flight 447: 228 Dead + Emblem
After I write this I'm going to the bank, then I'll get something to eat, get a blunt, go back to the crib, roll one and recite Quran. After about an hour of study I'm gonna attempt to do some cleaning, and tomorrow this time I should be at work. This is pretty much how I cee my very near future. We all have somewhat of a routine in life, but every now and then we interrupt the routine. Two years ago I flew to Vegas, and even though many of us get on planes as if it's a 'given' that we will land safely, the reality is that landing safely is not a 'given'. This blog is not about the safety of flying, nor is it about Vegas-it is about death.A blog about death?! How morbid Emblem! Yeah,one could look at death as morbid, but death is a reality. Your next breath is not guaranteed, though many of us live life as if life is a 'given'. 20 somethings are some of the most invincible characters you'll ever meet, death is not real to people in their 20's, they are so young and vivacious, taking chance after chance, not listening, not caring, 20 somethings have all the answers. 30 somethings still got a 20 something swag, but usually if they learned anything in their 20's they'll walk with that swag wisely. When I hit 40 I looked up at the clock like an NBA superstar in a close game and saw '00.00', 'Game over' I did a double take, did the clock really say '00.00'? Naw it was just my eyes playing tricks on me, but at 40 years old you do realize the clock is ticking on that ass.
Monday flight 447 went down in the Atlantic between Brazil and Africa. It was an 11 hour flight from Rio de Janeiro to France. From 30,000 feet 228 people plunged into the Atlantic to their death. Anyone who has ever taken a flight thinks about plunging to their death due to a mechanical malfunction caused by some redneck mechanic named Goober who cut corners to get off of work a little earlier to drink beer and watch Nascar. Everyone on a plane is thinking about death they just try not to show it. Then there is the talkative white guy sitting next to you who flies everywhere, shows off the fact that he has a brand new laptop, then he tells you the story about his roller blade accident. Eventually you give him the hint that you don't want to talk and dude decides to listen to his MP3. As calm as that whiteboy was, he is thinking about death too. Yeah we sit back, watch the movie 'Bridewars', enjoy an onboard meal, but then we hear the pilot come over the intercom and tell us to "Be calm!"-ain't no 'calm'! Fuck 'calm'! Next, you turn your punk ass to the mystery God. If you a Christian you gonna be praying to Jesus, if you a Muslim you gonna be praying to Allah, If you're God or Earth your gonna be meditating and connecting with Allah the One force permeating the Universe doing your best not to admit it's a prayer all the same. No matter the belief system,the reality of death connects us all, and now seconds before impact what are you thinking? If you are really empathetic you can feel what the passengers on flight 447 felt: the roller coaster like drop in their stomachs, the relaxing of their bowels as if about to defecate, dry mouth, and clammy sweaty palms. Some passengers may calmly except it, some may scream-screams of sickening torture. "Fuck! I'm about to die! Ain't this some shit!" I would say under breath, "Um-Um-Um! I'm about to 'return'", I'll whisper to myself, shaking my head. I'll try to spit some Quran- during my last recital of Quran I would realize that maybe I could have been a better son to my ole Earth, maybe a little more forgiving of my ole dad, maybe a better father to my son, maybe I could have been a bit nicer, but I was me and me is about to be 'over' ain't no 'maybes'. I would tell my physical body, "Peace!" As impact got closer I would rest my forehead into the back of the seat in front of me, listen to the last sobs of the people around me, and return back to three stages of darkness back into the black mind of Allah.
R.I.P.
Emblem
1969-2009
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