The winding of time
The melody echoes of better days
Wanting to go back
And find that place where I fit in
Like a puzzle, but now all I have is a muzzle
I can’t speak
I just want this feeling to last forever. Ethereal and so fleeting. I want to be complete.
I howl at the moon like a wolf. You’ve been there since the beginning. I smile at you and you smile back.
We plunge into the deep black lagoon without so much as a thought. Where it’s taking us, we don’t know… and don’t care.
Lift me up!
Carry me!
I float on a cloud of insecurities and disconcertment
This vehicle no longer serves me
I need a new means of transportation
I hear of a fancier cloud where less thought is given to your immediate circumstances
One where music’s soul bonds with one’s own and the immediate scenario is one of dreams
I don’t know if I can afford such a cloud.
For now, would you help balance me so that I can gain my composure?
Maybe one day I will reach higher, much higher, in the clouds…
Unplugged but not off the grid
In love but not attached
Curious but not confused
Lost but found
High but down to earth
Alone but not lonely
Consume but not be consumed
Sad but happy
Indulge but not self-indulgent
Thoughtless but not empty-headed
Sure of himself but nothing is certain
Dead to self but more than alive
Restrained but not hesitant
Forgiving but not fooled
Spirit yet flesh
Music but a single note
A fortress yet a meadow
Travel the world but still never leave home
Surrendered but not captive
Without revealing too much, fans of American crime dramas, especially ones that deal with urban plight will love this show.
Over the course of this week I’ve had the pleasure of binge-watching one of Netflix’s best shows and one of the best shows I’ve recently seen: Netflix’s Top Boy.
So what’s good about it?
Take everything you love about American crime dramas and make it British.
The show provides an insight into the seedy underbelly of the London streets that’s not often documented–that is unless you listen to the heavily popular Grime music genre.
Gangsters or roadmen as they’re called in London localized vernacular, traffic drugs in and out of their London council estate.
They’re just like American drug runners except, er, a bit different. They have their own slang, their own way of doing things and this series displays that lifestyle brilliantly. So much that I want to adopt some of the slang I hear being used in the show.
But enough about the slang or appearances… We want to hear about the meat of this sandwich, right? The actual content that makes this show riveting.
Continuing off where Top Boy: Summerhouse left off, the show follows Dushane and Sully again and this time a newcomer–a young “yute” named Jamie.
Jamie is the leader of The Fields (later they come together to form a gang known as the ZTs.) While Dushane and Sully run the Summerhouse council estate. Both have one object: making money. Whoever stands in the way of that should heed warning.
The story basically boils down to the two vying for control of the local drug market in their council estates. Simple enough plot but you are pulled in with the direction of the story and the thrill of being on the edge of your seat not knowing who will make a move when and how.
Without revealing too much, fans of American crime dramas, especially ones that deal with urban plight will love this show. As long as they can get past the accents and the sometimes confusing vernacular. That in and of itself should not stop you however from enjoying this ride of a show.
This show will send you on a ride you won’t want to forget with characters that feel real and palpable.
I give Netflix’s Top Boy a 4 out of 5.
This has been my review. What did you think? Will you stream it? Have thoughts on the show as a whole? Comment down below! Until next time.
Today I was walking along my usual trail and a thought occurred to me. I looked at the lush green forest and the riverbank and I thought to myself “this is all mine.”
The bible says in its text that we are inheritors of sin, passed down from Adam and Eve. Well even better, what if we’re inheritors of this Earth that we walk on?
What if we inherited the paradise that they called the Garden of Eden? What if this heaven that so many seek is here on this very green earth?
We are born in this world and some are luckier than others, I know this. That still doesn’t mean you are at a disadvantage. You have all the advantages. This entire world was made for you. Who else is going to seize it if not you? Who is going to take ownership of it? Who is going to maintain it?
It is our obligation to maintain this Earth that we call our residence. Our home is not our home like they say but everywhere is our home. And still we trash our home everyday and we have little regard for it. It’s sad really. Not just literally but we also trash it with our antagonizing of other people: road rage, racist remarks, violence in the streets.
I don’t want to go into a whole tangent but just know that this world is like a huge sandbox just waiting for you to play in. Sure there are some places you legally cannot cross but people have even found ways around that. Forget about borders, forget about all these manmade constructs like time and dates and the like.
Forgot about all your limitations and live in this wonderful planet that we are so fortunate to live in.
Just some thoughts I’d share. Thank you for listening.
Artistic Apathy 