Video Edited by Selorm Denu
Knowledge is one thing, to literally use it yourself is another thing entirely. Back to my favorite analogy, we all know exercise is good for you, this is common knowledge. How many of us actually do it? How many of us actually make use of this common knowledge?
Physical exercise is one thing. What is the mental equivalent of this activity? It would stand to reason that if the body can get stronger from conscious use, so the mind can do the same.
Realizing this fact is what has made me the Lucky guy I am. I have realized that in life, there is no rulebook as to who you’re supposed to be. As human beings, we constantly shaping ourselves by our ideas of who are are. As those ideas change, we change right along with them.
Through conscious manipulation of these ideas, I have come to understand how I shape my self in my vision every day. We all do it as human beings, whether we’re aware of it or not. Being aware of it, I know now gives you the power to do something about it. Not knowing it exists, puts one in the very precarious position of being tossed to and fro by any and all external forces.
Hence, my reason for being L.U.C.K.Y. is the fact that I know now that I make myself in my own image.
Luck Is A Miracle
I’m a miracle happening,
Pure lightning striking.
At times I mike it,
Just so you like it.
I’m proof there’s magic,
Here poof you have it.
I’m lightning striking,
Twice at light speed
With thrice as much heat.
Makes me pure chi precisely
Just call me Lightning
Lucky Lightning
So calm it’s frightening.
He’s so enlightening
Racing thoughts at high speeds
To drizzle you light speech.
I’m quite deep.
At my peak,
You can actually watch me
Walk out of my body casually
Curiosity might peak.
So I show of my soul
Just by slowing my flow
From sunrays to rain fall then snow
Otherwise I might combust
And the outcome: dust
Thus, I conduct
My train of thoughts to stay on course
I write so you’ll ride with me a bit.
Lucky Logan is flying this ship;
Captain McCoy, I’m in command, ya dig.
Shaping my life in bits,
While jotting my manuscript.
My critics are quick to quip:
“Man you flipped!”
Absolutely, I’m now a grand master of it.
I was born equipped,
But my wings got clipped:
Yard bird, I’m reborn to flip
My thoughts till they’re all in sync.
It’s pure instinct that makes me distinct.
I am therefore I think.
-L.P. McCoy
This is a new visual for “Heaven” a song from Mixtape One. Edited by Selorm Denu, this video expresses the central theme of the song quite well. Please check it out let me know what think. Check out Mixtape One below.
Video by Selorm Denu.
Dream Life
And the irony is
I’m really living my dream
But reality is
You won’t be seeing my dream
Because I dreamed it alone
I’m still in bed at home
But I’m awake in my dream
Wide awake but it seems
To you I’m sleeping on life
You can speak it’s all right
But that’s doubt on your mind
There’s no doubting in mine
I’ll be sprouting in time
I’m a seed in the ground
Flipping water and light
See I’m a tree in my mind
Bearing fruit in my sound
You see a seed I’m a tree
Let me sleep, let me dream
I believe then I see
What I am is what I’ll be
Let me be
You see a seed I’m a tree
Let me sleep, let me dream
I believe then I see
What I am is what I’ll be
Let me be
Let me dream
-Logan P. McCoy
“In life there are two types of dreamers. Those who just dream without knowing it, and those who know they are dreaming. Which dreamer are you?” -Logan P. McCoy
Not too long ago, I was urged by my teacher to do some research on Ghana. What I learned was rather fascinating and enlightening. It made me realize that all these constructs we human beings have created to separate ourselves is laughable and a testament to how little we’ve evolved on the whole as a race.
Growing up, I never really gave much thought to these things. I mean who does, you just accept things the way they are and you live your life. I wish I could do that now but I don’t want to. I rather think for myself and boy did this research make me think. Now get this, Ghana is made up of people from all over Africa who happened to have been in the same geographic location at the time the borders were being drawn to demarcate The Gold Coast, now Ghana.
All this time I thought there was some kind of filial bond between all Ghanians that could be traced back blah blah blah. The point is all that is mumbo jumbo. All human beings share that bond, it’s called blood and life. What I mean is, even our idea of family which is so sacred and holy is kind of a sham. After all, the two people that come together to start a family are strangers in the first place. Their coming together to form a family of blood ties is a clear example of how already related we all are. This couldn’t be if blood ties didn’t already exist. In other words family is only family when we make a conscious decision that someone is family. The same is true with enemies. Funny how as people, we’ve consciously made more people enemies than family. Then we wonder why the world is the way it is. Think about!
That being said, I’ve come to realize that all the different names, titles, etc. etc., we place on ourselves only serve to keep us further apart from discovering how much the same we all are. Nothing that divides us can be real. “I am Christian you are Muslim so we can’t be brothers”, huh? “I’m English you’re Irish we can’t get along”. “I’m black you’re white, we’re just too different”. We like to be cliquish for whatever reason and then compete with each other. These divisive constructs keep us really busy and distracted from being the global family that we really are. We treat each other like enemies, dedicating time and resources to researching and creating the wherewithal to undermine and destroy each other, while protecting us from each other.
It seems like an extreme waste of time and resources to eventually lead nowhere. From the outside looking in, human beings can be the most base of sentient beings. But when we rise up to the occasion and embrace our humanity with all it’s hypocrisies, imperfections and small mindedness, there is a mysterious saving grace and beauty that remains at our core ever bright and beautiful despite the ugliness we immerse ourselves in. Even though we know that we are limited, that knowing give us hope to know it is possible to be unlimited.
I’m realizing more and more everyday that, I am a human being, before anything else. Now the real fun begins, to figure out what a human being is.
This is a song Sdaerd and I made celebrating humanity.
Here is a new recording I thought I’d share with you. I have decided to abandon conventional song structure to do whatever I feel like doing. This is “Bodhisattva”. I posted the lyrics earlier here. Check it out.
The beat was was an inspiration from a song called ”The Foe” by Joshua Aciares. You can listen to his song below.
It’s an unseasonably warm November day in New York City. My intention is to take the Brooklyn bound express train, then transfer to the local train right across the platform at the next stop. This would save me the hassle of walking the few blocks I would otherwise have to to get to the local train from where I am now. Simple enough.
As the express train pulls in, I catch a glimpse of a pretty young woman cradling what at quick glimpse appeared to be a baby harness, with a very ugly baby in it. Curious to find out more, I bypass the car I’m closest to and hasten to the car bearing this questionable figure. Much to my relief on her lap was a blue canvas duffle bag with a cute fury dog in it. The dog looked like a giant Yorkie, and to be honest it was cute. It kind of looked like her I thought as I sat facing her on the opposite side of the train car. She’s not too bad on the eyes.
Apparently, so did the guy sitting diagonally across from me pretending to read his magazine. It seems like he’s really trying to get her to notice him. He could stop glaring and smiling. All this is funny and entertaining to me. Maybe it’s all just in my head but the whole interaction was funny. You can tell she loves her dog. It’s the way she’s holding it with such tender care and affection. The guy notices this too and just keeps smiling with one eye on the magazine and the other on the woman. She is oblivious to all of this, at least it looks that way. She hasn’t turned her attention from her dog once, since I got on the train. She is all into her dog.
As if suddenly realizing she might have missed her stop, she gets up and walks to the map. She scans it perfunctorily then inches her way to the nearest door. The guy appearing somewhat saddened, returns to reading his magazine for real as he now has her back to look at. Knowing that the doors open on the opposite side at this stop, I start musing again, “I wonder how long it will take her to figure out she’s at the wrong door”. I thought, “I bet she’ll get it quick she seems like a smart woman”. Sure enough, as the train pulls in to a complete halt, she turns around and detrains. I smile to myself thinking I knew it.
The conductor makes his announcement and the doors close; the train starts to slowly pull of. About two seconds later, it’s hits me like a ton of bricks as the train picks up speed and I, watching the station scroll faster and faster past my eyes, realize I should have been right behind her. I ended up being twenty minutes late for my appointment. Mind you, I started out being early for my appointment. But I learned a very important lesson. We are always paying attention, but a lot of times to useless things.
I am more mindful of what I pay attention to now, attention is too high a price to pay for the worthless.
