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"both sides of the lamb", "Detroit Dictators of Diction", "Kevin Alan Lamb", "Shaggy Lamb Productions", "Shaggy Lamb", "Spoken Word", "This Is A Good Sign", Poetry
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03 Thursday Jan 2013
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"both sides of the lamb", "Detroit Dictators of Diction", "Kevin Alan Lamb", "Shaggy Lamb Productions", "Shaggy Lamb", "Spoken Word", "This Is A Good Sign", Poetry
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03 Tuesday Jan 2012
Posted A Little Help From My Friends, Detroit Dictators of Diction, Dictator of Diction, Dictators of Diction, Eric Hampton Photography, Fist's-up-Detroit!", La Resitance, Poetry, Shaggy Lamb Productions, Shaggy Lamb Sessions, Shaggy Sessions, Team Cool Jamz, The Dying Romantic, This is a good sign, Worth fighting for
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"Shaggy Lamb Productions" "Kevin Alan Lamb" "Detroit Dictators of Diction" "Both Sides of the Lamb" "Shaggy Lamb Sessions" "Blessed to be Born, A Call to Action" "Eric Hampton Photography" "This Is A Good Sign" "La Resistance"
Tired and worn, weary-hearted and torn
Blessed to be born, world be forewarned:
“I’m comin’ for ya in the mornin’”
Unrest, at its best
Focus like the will of a wand, casting “hocus pocus”
Not spells, but dreams realized that I demand a dose of
Life flows through my veins, while logic sword fights with love and its pain
Early to rise, last to close his eyes: well into a chase that will persist until he dies
Better with inspiration, better with a will, certain with a way
“Condemn him with your worst, world, I promise he’ll go at least one more day”
Your heartbeat lies in his eyes
Your joy uplifts the instant he begins to cry
It is for his pleasure that he seeks the world and its wonder
It is for his soul that he teaches himself how to grow from even the most painful blunder
Without you, he is a man without a mission
Without vision, a man on a mission is a fool without a line fishin’
Together through strength and weakness they possess life and all of its eternity
Together through pain and triumph they asses the lives that neglect what it means to be the best
And in their inadequacies purpose-filled-desire is acquired and should be paid-forward, rather than admired
Admiration is for the helpless
Won’t you stand up and help us?
Won’t you join in the only battle that is worth the lives of our sons and our daughters, brothers and sisters?
You are the common denominator in a riddle that plagues the potential of man as a co-existing and brilliantly unique species
You are the stand that fights not for land or resources, but for happiness and a quality of life that has been eluded to in books, yet absent in reality, for it has been taken by crooks
We depend on each other to believe, that this a fight
We defend one another only when we believe, this is a fight-worth-fighting
This is a call to action: get busy dying, or join the resistance that is uniting.
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Shaggy Lamb Productions, where words are our way
03 Tuesday Jan 2012
This blood runs rich with vigor
A passion that fuels from the core
A voice that will travel for miles
Stretching from sea to shore
My intentions are without question
My mountain to climb– the world
No exceptions, no deflections, I shoot for the stars and the moon
My destiny to be realized soon
I shall soar through heavens and Earth
Bear the burden of all that are cursed
I shall free them in fleet and flight
An extraordinary reminder that some will still fight!
For better days, for magnificent ways, for a dying man that prays
Not because I am holy, not because I am blessed, but because I believe!
Will you not follow the force of fury blazing into battle?
Will you not save the cursed, simply by joining in my shadow?
It will be me who suffers unimaginable pain
It will be my heart, soul and blood they wish to drain
Yet here I stand, and triumph I determinately seek
Blessed are the meek, but tomorrow they may find death in their sleep
If today, we do not take a stand
Our land is ours only if we insist
Reflect over all the truly inspiring moments you have missed
Because of the details you have watched your world slip away
But today with a single act of courage it will be yours to stay!
Rise! Rise to your feet and stare into the depth of darkness that lies in the enemy’s eyes
Be not afraid, I absolve you of your fears
Embrace the power and beauty of the unity of noble souls
Standing together, before the world, accepting nothing short of a revolution!
The power is ours, our guide the stars, dare to fail a friend of passion
This moment is one you’ll recall for eternity
The moment you took control of your fate
With open arms and clinched fists for goodness sake!
Fight for those who can only pray
Fight for life, if just for one more day
Fight with me
Fight to be free
Fight and alas see how glorious being an inspiration can be.
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Shaggy Lamb Productions, where words are our way
02 Monday Jan 2012
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"Shaggy Lamb Sessions" "For what and whom will you not die, but live for?" "Shaggy Lamb Productions" "Kevin Alan Lamb" "Dictator of Diction" "Both Sides of the Lamb" "Detroit Dictators of Diction" "This Is A Good Sign
“If we do not use our power (resources) for good then we are no better than the evil we wish to oppose.”
Power bestowed down by the almighty father, to further humanity’s struggle and scour that worsens by the hour if those with the means do not plant seeds of good will and will them to flower
In the earth, in death−it is revealed what we’re worth, those we didn’t help, rather cursed, convincing lies we rehearsed, and the love for our brethren we let disperse
For what and whom have we let goodness slip away?
When a man made of evil dies, an evil man he lies, bearing witness to perception through ice-cold-eyes
Good in a man grows, like water in the Niagra Falls, flows
Without deterrent, love and electricity made current
Evil is a derivation of a deprived accountability for our mistakes and shortcomings
We as a people will scapegoat our breaths away until the last victim child of genocide stops running
We are not failing anyone other than ourselves and our dreams; the child that never learns to read; and a thousand more that wither and waste away because of our greed− they do not feed
Please refrain from telling me what it is that you need, while the once life-filled, turned lifeless, bleed, into our rivers and earth wearing the scarlet letter of we the cursed
Refrain from singing me your song of misappropriated misery because of the dreams you were too lazy to create, and make, be
Refrain your sufferings from insufficient somethings, somebodies, and somedays that never came to pass because of a life lived on your ass, mind in a cast, and heart in a dollar bill that could never quite fill the empty landfill, in the place of your heart, because you neglected those in need from the start, and continued running from your inadequate past
Misery is the only American Dream I know to last
We are falling to pieces without the hindsight of anagnorisis, and will all be the victims if we don’t embrace the beauty and necessity that peace is, if we are unable to donate a piece of, ourselves, and rewrite the ending to the story of how man-kind fell, to tell of an uprising that uplifted spirits, to no longer fear us, but gravitate near us, for with us there is a will, and with a will there is a way, and in prayer there is an indicated foreshadowing of hope, and in hope there may be escaping the site of even the most accurate scope, but hope is not, if we are not, and we will not be unless we take our share of responsibility, in all misery, in this world and the next.
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Shaggy Lamb Productions, where words are our way
Just Living on Caffeine, Dreams and Love
27 Tuesday Dec 2011
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"Kevin Alan Lamb" "Team Cool Jamz" "Shaggy Lamb Productions" "Dictator of Diction" "La Resistance" "Both Sides of the Lamb" "Eric Hampton photography", "Shaggy Sessions"
“If we do not use our power (resources) for good then we are no better than the evil we wish to oppose.”
Power bestowed down by the almighty father, to further humanity’s struggle and scour that worsens by the hour if those with the means do not plant seeds of good will and will them to flower
In the earth, in death−it is revealed what we’re worth, those we didn’t help, rather cursed, convincing lies we rehearsed, and the love for our brethren we let disperse
For what and whom have we let goodness slip away?
When a man made of evil dies, an evil man he lies, bearing witness to perception through ice-cold-eyes
Good in a man grows, like water in the Niagra Falls, flows
Without deterrent, love and electricity made current
Evil is a derivation of a deprived accountability for our mistakes and shortcomings
We as a people will scapegoat our breaths away until the last victim child of genocide stops running
We are not failing anyone other than ourselves and our dreams; the child that never learns to read; and a thousand more that wither and waste away because of our greed− they do not feed
Please refrain from telling me what it is that you need, while the once life-filled, turned lifeless, bleed, into our rivers and earth wearing the scarlet letter of we the cursed
Refrain from singing me your song of misappropriated misery because of the dreams you were too lazy to create, and make, be
Refrain your sufferings from insufficient somethings, somebodies, and somedays that never came to pass because of a life lived on your ass, mind in a cast, and heart in a dollar bill that could never quite fill the empty landfill, in the place of your heart, because you neglected those in need from the start, and continued running from your inadequate past
Misery is the only American Dream I know to last
We are falling to pieces without the hindsight of anagnorisis, and will all be the victims if we don’t embrace the beauty and necessity that peace is, if we are unable to donate a piece of, ourselves, and rewrite the ending to the story of how man-kind fell, to tell of an uprising that uplifted spirits, to no longer fear us, but gravitate near us, for with us there is a will, and with a will there is a way, and in prayer there is an indicated foreshadowing of hope, and in hope there may be escaping the site of even the most accurate scope, but hope is not, if we are not, and we will not be unless we take our share of responsibility, in all misery, in this world and the next.
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Shaggy Lamb Productions, where words are our way
Just Living on Caffeine, Dreams and Love
02 Monday Mar 2009
Posted A Little Help From My Friends, Detroit Dictators of Diction, Eric Hampton Photography, Fist's-up-Detroit!", Fruit for the Soul, La Resitance, My life, Poetry, Shaggy Lamb Productions, Shaggy Lamb Sessions, Shaggy Sessions, Soul Proprietor, Team Cool Jamz, The Dying Romantic, This is a good sign, Worth fighting for
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"Eric Hampton Photography""Shaggy Lamb Productions" "Kevin Alan Lamb" "La Resistance" "Fight With Me" "Team Cool Jamz" "Soul Proprietor", "Shaggy Sessions", "This Is A Good Sign", cursed, enemy, fight, heavens, inspiration, moon, Poetry, revolution, stars, YouTube
This blood runs rich with vigor
A passion that fuels from the core
A voice that will travel for miles
Stretching from sea to shore
My intentions are without question
My mountain to climb– the world
No exceptions, no deflections, I shoot for the stars and the moon
My destiny to be realized soon
I shall soar through heavens and Earth
Bear the burden of all that are cursed
I shall free them in fleet and flight
An extraordinary reminder that some will still fight!
For better days, for magnificent ways, for a dying man that prays
Not because I am holy, not because I am blessed, but because I believe!
Will you not follow the force of fury blazing into battle?
Will you not save the cursed, simply by joining in my shadow?
It will be me who suffers unimaginable pain
It will be my heart, soul and blood they wish to drain
Yet here I stand, and triumph I determinately seek
Blessed are the meek, but tomorrow they may find death in their sleep
If today, we do not take a stand
Our land is ours only if we insist
Reflect over all the truly inspiring moments you have missed
Because of the details you have watched your world slip away
But today with a single act of courage it will be yours to stay!
Rise! Rise to your feet and stare into the depth of darkness that lies in the enemy’s eyes
Be not afraid, I absolve you of your fears
Embrace the power and beauty of the unity of noble souls
Standing together, before the world, accepting nothing short of a revolution!
The power is ours, our guide the stars, dare to fail a friend of passion
This moment is one you’ll recall for eternity
The moment you took control of your fate
With open arms and clinched fists for goodness sake!
Fight for those who can only pray
Fight for life, if just for one more day
Fight with me
Fight to be free
Fight and alas see how glorious being an inspiration can be.
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Shaggy Lamb Productions, where words are our way