Twenty Hours in America

More than anytime in recent history, America’s destiny is not of our own choosing.

We did not seek, nor did we provoke an assault on our freedoms and our way of life.  We did not expect nor did we invite a confrontation with evil.

Yet the true measure of a peoples’ strength is how they rise to master that moment when it does arrive.

Forty-four people were killed a couple of hours ago at Kennison State University. Three swimmers from the men’s team were killed and two others are in critical condition.

When after having heard the explosion from their practice facility, they ran into the fire to help get people out.

Ran into the fire

The streets of heaven are too crowded with angels tonight.

They’re our students, and our teachers, and our parents and our friends. The streets of heaven are too crowded with angels.

But every time we think we’ve measured our capacity to meet a challenge, we look up and and we’re reminded that that capacity may well be limitless.

This is a time for American heroes. We will do what is hard, we will achieve what is great. This is a time for American heroes and we reach for the stars.

God bless their memory. God bless you. And God bless the United States of America.


O Captain! My Captain!


O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
                         But O heart! heart! heart!
                            O the bleeding drops of red,
                               Where on the deck my Captain lies,
                                  Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
                         Here Captain! dear father!
                            This arm beneath your head!
                               It is some dream that on the deck,
                                 You’ve fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
                         Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
                            But I with mournful tread,
                               Walk the deck my Captain lies,
                                  Fallen cold and dead.


Walt Whitman, 1819 – 1892

“When I Heard the Learn’d Astronomer”

Tree Silhouette Against Starry Night Sky

When I heard the learn’d astronomer;

When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me;

When I was shown the charts and the diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them;

When I, sitting, heard the astronomer, where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,

How soon, unaccountable, I became tired and suck;

Till rising and gliding out, I wander’d off by myself,

In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,

Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.


Walt Whitman, 1819 – 1892

The American’T Dream (The Purse Suit of Happyness) – by Suli Breaks


Let’s plat a game.

You guess who used to work at the Gap: Kanye West.

Guess who used to sell hot dogs at the Mall: Eva Mendes.

I heard President Andrew Johnson was a tailor,

George Washington was a surveyor,

Herbert Hoover was an engineer,

Theodore Roosevelt was a rancher,

And President Jimmy Carter was a peanut farmer.

Hugh Jackman who plays Wolverine was a clown,

But look who’s laughing now.

You know what I noticed about successful people?

Successful people take a course of action which coincides with their belief or passion.

Put your hand up if you work a nine to five, or five to nine,

Or just any job which you don’t enjoy but takes up half your time.

Well hopefully in a couple weeks, months, days, year’s time,

You’ll be able to come back to this video, hear that first line, and keep your hand down.

Because how many times have you visualized taking the pen from the manager’s desk,

Or the one that the cashier keeps behind the till,

The one your supervisor places strategically in their hair,

Or the one the security guard keeps behind his ear

For extra intimidation in writing your resignation.

Because there’s nothing wrong with making an honest living.

But be honest, are you honestly living?

With this menial job which allows you just to stay afloat,

Yes, a job, a J-O-B

Which leaves you just over broke, every single month.

Living your life just for the weekend. Living life just on the weekend.

Because the other five days belong to your manager.

You see there’s a big difference between a job and a career.

Because in the career, no matter how many hours you work you do it because its satisfactory.

But in a job you do it for a salary. Because you’re stuck in the rat race.

And you know, being stuck in the race is one of the biggest of traps,

Because as a matter of fact, even if you win the rat race you’re still just a rat.

See I understand the need to have a job temporarily.

But pursue a career eventually.

Because in my J-O-B, I used to sell at least two hundred shoes a day,

And none of that was ever reflected in my pay.

One of my colleagues once made the company five grand in one month and you know what he got?

An e-mail, a £20 discount voucher, and a complimentary lunch.

And you think you’re safe because your job is commission-based.

Until you’ve been working there for three years and a secretary with the short skirt gets a promotion,

Because her and her boss went for dinner real late.

I’m sure you can relate.

But wait. Are we still happy, with an extra week holiday and a raise in the salary?

Perhaps, we need more clarity, let’s look at the “statistics.”

Because the industrial revolution was beneficial technologically,

But it coerced a lot of people into factories

For ridiculous salaries to benefit their families.

And that shaped people’s mentalities exponentially

And essentially it became the norm

To work for someone else by the turn of the century.

And I could have regurgitated facts and figures to support this,

But I choose not to boast

Plus, that would give them nothing to write about in the Huffington Post.

Now in three years, I’ve had six jobs

And that made me think that long-term, I could never be happy

Working one of these jobs.

And I used to have a rich uncle called Steve,

And they say the apple don’t fall far from the tree,

So, maybe subconsciously I was trying to get one of Steve’s jobs

I understand more than anyone

That a job allows you to pay the bills, make ends meet, and survive.

But that’s exactly what it is, surviving not living.

I hope you are aware of the difference,

It’s like when you hear, but don’t listen.

Because you can hear good advice, but if you don’t heed it

It does no benefit to your system.

The same way only knowledge with application is wisdom.

I hope you’re creating the distinction.

Shawn Corey Carter said it best:

“Nine to Five is how you survive, and I’m not trying to survive.”

So he strived hard for his dream and look where it took him.

So bear that in mind next time you drive pass that arena in Brooklyn.

But then again, survival is the only trait that every human being has in common.

And do not take this as a reason to quit your job,

Go back home and stare at a computer screen.

Because a government check plus idleness does not equal success,

Success will not fall in your lap.

In my family, we have a saying, it says:

“If you really want to grow trees pray for rain. But don’t neglect to water your seeds”

Chase your dreams, because I wrote this

On the back of the payslip on a late shift

The grave shift, a slave shift for makeshift wages

Google the term corporate sharecropping

And you’ll understand what I’m talking about.

If somebody wants, if somebody wants to do these jobs then let them.

And from the bottom of my heart, I respect them.

Because I once met garbage man who was the happiest man that I’ve ever met.

But don’t become a slave to a paycheck

Because a job is a safe net

The condom which the system uses to screw you

And none of us would be here if everyone practiced safe sex

Stand Tall.

And if you’re not sure if you’re building someone else’s dream

Maybe this will help.

Jerry Gillies said, “You will recognize your own path when you come upon it

Because you will suddenly have all the energy and imagination you will ever need.”

And don’t be afraid to innovate.

Because it’s not about how much change you make,

But rather about how much change you make.

Because a business that makes nothing but money,

Is a poor business.

So you decide what your life is worth.

Your passion or your paycheck?

Because your “playing small” does not serve the world

Because what is our deepest fear – it’s not that we are inadequate

Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure


“Choose a job you love, and you will never have to work a day in your life.”



I met a traveler from an antique land

Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone

Stand in the desert… Near them, on the sand,

Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown

And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,

Tell that its sculptor well those passions read

Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,

The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:

And on the pedestal these words appear:

‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:

Look on my works, ye Mighty and despair!’

Nothing beside remains. Round the decay

Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,

The lone and level sands stretch far away.”


Percy Bysshe Shelley, 1972 – 1822

“I Was Dying”


First I was dying to finish high school and start college.

And then I was dying to finish college and start working.

And then I was dying to marry and have children.

And then I was dying for my children to grow old enough for school so I could return to work.

And then I was dying to retire.

And now, I am dying…and suddenly I realize I forgot to live.



Dear Hard Work,


Dear Hard Work, I used to hate you.

When you called my name, I hurried up and ran away from you.

When I knew you were coming, I used to hide from you.

When you influenced others to talk to me, I quickly made excuses to get away from you.

Afraid of the pain, because I didn’t want to get hurt.

Afraid to fail, so I didn’t even try.

And afraid of your name, because of what you’ve done to others.

Who do you think you are, making me so afraid of who you are?

Reflection in the mirror, shadow behind me, I take one step and you’re still ahead of me.

Sweat on my face, tears in my eyes, I keep on going, I heard you tell no lies.

You turn the poor to rich, F to As, is there anything that you can’t do?

Now look at me, you made me who I am today.

And because of you, I have this never losing, never giving up attitude.

Quitting? That’s not in my vocabulary.

When they quit, I keep going.

When they sleep, I work harder.

When they say that I can’t and count me out, I show them that I can.

When I tell them about my dreams and they laugh, I make sure I laugh last.

I’m a dream chaser, that means I chase my dreams – no one else’s.

Only I can defeat me.

It’s me against this work you’ve put on me.

There’s no losing.

I will not lose.

I came this far, and I’m not stopping now.

Oh hard work, my dad was right about you.

You do pay off, because of that I love you.

How can I not?

I am no longer hiding from you, I am waiting for you.

Matter a fact, where are you?

I need you,

Because in hard work I trust.


~ Adam Ali ~