To acknowledge this great thoughtful poem, here the lyrics (spelling mistakes included): I wanna buy a house where I can make memories in every room. Plant the garden in my backyard and watch the flowers bloom. It will be big, but not so big that guests would get lost. It will be nice, but not so nice that everybody whispers “What did it cost?” It will have gorgeous views, but being higher doesn't mean superior. I've learned to judge a house not by what is on the exterior. It's what's on the interior and I don't mean design... Because a house is not a home unless the people are aligned. I used to want a mansion. I thought that'd bring me joy. I went and bought a lot of shit that I had no time to enjoy. I was working for a living. But it wasn't working because I wasn't living. And a life without living is unfulfilling, filling up the empty space with all the things that I was getting yet I could never get enough or give enough to be enough, and that was constantly upsetting. Value is a tricky thing. Is it something that we own? Or is that something that we bring? Experiences are priceless and they don't cost a thing because once you make your mind up you can accomplish anything. Even if it seems impossible. Impossible is possible. We take for granted that defying gravity is illogical, intend what you desire and your will will be unstoppable. See, hope can be despair in disguise. So instead I decide that I watch as reality realigns. After all, what is time if it's different in a different place? We're all in one place, floating out in outer space and they'll never bottle time... You can't buy anymore and if you could it would sold out at every corner store. So lately I've been thinking, what if “less” is really “more”, if my mortality is what I am really living for? I wanna slide in socks across Italian marble floor. I want imported art to fill up every corridor. I want my kids to use their bed like it's there trampoline. To walk on my couch like it's their balance beam. I wanna use my things, so they aren't using me. After all the most important things in life are free. We only borrow land... We only borrow time... We only borrow love... But you can borrow mine... My house is your house, stay over any time! If you are a friend you have a permanent vacancy sign. Community is what our culture is lacking. We pretend to be connected but mostly it's just unscripted acting. We isolate ourselves and hide from our emotions, then pack our schedules as an excuse to stay in motion. I'm living by the beach and yet I've never seen the ocean because it's always out of reach in the midst of my commotion. God forbid I'd to sit alone without distraction. It's hard to notice thoughts when I'm constantly in action. No matter what your status is, that isn't satisfaction. So, I don't only care what you do, I care that you are doing it with passion! That's why we should all share our gifts and cultivate compassion. Because the fasted way to bliss is through a meaningful interaction. And since I am not even sure that we exist, I've started asking if this world of form is merely the illusion of attachment. If I could let it all go... My roof would be the stars. My floor would be the earth. My doors would be ajar. My walls would be the wind. My seat would be a stone. My bed would be the clouds. And my heart would be my home. But since I want a family and I don't live this life alone. I'm gonna buy a house where I can make memories in every room.
This is such a treat. It’s so good to watch the poet perform rather just navel-gazing videos of unrelated stuff. I love this! I’ve just released my first two videos which are very similar to this - totally intimate while remaining cinematic. Thanks for posting this, Rich! 🙏🏼
“...pack our schedules just to stay in motion...” Seems this is the Western Way Nothing of our own to say We’re just characters in a play. Everyday. Our thoughts aren’t our own Say something out of line Better watch your tone Buy more things, watch more shows Can’t ask the questions When nobody knows... ...How to do anything but work & consume Step outta line Be sent to your room Outcasts let these things go To go your own way is hard So? ✌️🌱🙏
Check Audre Lorde out if you want to see some good poetry rather than some wealthy douchebag writing about how he doesn't care about money from his big ass house
Yo!!! So glad I came across this homie! At 3:18 you said your house is open! We have quite a lot of people in the Bay Area that need housing. If you slide your number into my DMs along with your address, we will all come through. Thanks bro! See you soon. Much love and moonbeams or whatever you ppl say
Loved seeing you perform, natural and real, what a great poem, full of wisdom 💕🙏
To acknowledge this great thoughtful poem,
here the lyrics (spelling mistakes included):
I wanna buy a house where I can make memories in every room.
Plant the garden in my backyard and watch the flowers bloom.
It will be big,
but not so big that guests would get lost.
It will be nice,
but not so nice
that everybody whispers “What did it cost?”
It will have gorgeous views,
but being higher doesn't mean superior.
I've learned to judge a house not by what is on the exterior.
It's what's on the interior
and I don't mean design...
Because a house is not a home unless the people are aligned.
I used to want a mansion.
I thought that'd bring me joy.
I went and bought a lot of shit
that I had no time to enjoy.
I was working for a living.
But it wasn't working because I wasn't living.
And a life without living is unfulfilling,
filling up the empty space with all the things that I was getting
yet I could never get enough
or give enough to be enough,
and that was constantly upsetting.
Value is a tricky thing.
Is it something that we own?
Or is that something that we bring?
Experiences are priceless and they don't cost a thing
because once you make your mind up
you can accomplish anything.
Even if it seems impossible.
Impossible is possible.
We take for granted that defying gravity is illogical,
intend what you desire and your will will be unstoppable.
See, hope can be despair in disguise.
So instead I decide that I watch as reality realigns.
After all, what is time if it's different in a different place?
We're all in one place, floating out in outer space and they'll never bottle time...
You can't buy anymore and if you could it would sold out at every corner store.
So lately I've been thinking, what if “less” is really “more”,
if my mortality is what I am really living for?
I wanna slide in socks across Italian marble floor.
I want imported art to fill up every corridor.
I want my kids to use their bed like it's there trampoline.
To walk on my couch like it's their balance beam.
I wanna use my things, so they aren't using me.
After all the most important things in life are free.
We only borrow land...
We only borrow time...
We only borrow love...
But you can borrow mine...
My house is your house, stay over any time!
If you are a friend you have a permanent vacancy sign.
Community is what our culture is lacking.
We pretend to be connected but mostly it's just unscripted acting.
We isolate ourselves and hide from our emotions,
then pack our schedules as an excuse to stay in motion.
I'm living by the beach and yet I've never seen the ocean
because it's always out of reach in the midst of my commotion.
God forbid I'd to sit alone without distraction.
It's hard to notice thoughts when I'm constantly in action.
No matter what your status is, that isn't satisfaction.
So, I don't only care what you do,
I care that you are doing it with passion!
That's why we should all share our gifts and cultivate compassion.
Because the fasted way to bliss is through a meaningful interaction.
And since I am not even sure that we exist,
I've started asking if this world of form is merely the illusion of attachment.
If I could let it all go...
My roof would be the stars.
My floor would be the earth.
My doors would be ajar.
My walls would be the wind.
My seat would be a stone.
My bed would be the clouds.
And my heart would be my home.
But since I want a family and I don't live this life alone.
I'm gonna buy a house
where I can make memories in every room.
This is such a treat. It’s so good to watch the poet perform rather just navel-gazing videos of unrelated stuff. I love this!
I’ve just released my first two videos which are very similar to this - totally intimate while remaining cinematic.
Thanks for posting this, Rich! 🙏🏼
How nice to hear long, clever, thoughtful, rhyming poem. Thanks.
That’s touching ❤
🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
Awesome! Thank you In-Q!
“...pack our schedules just to stay in motion...”
Seems this is the Western Way
Nothing of our own to say
We’re just characters in a play. Everyday.
Our thoughts aren’t our own
Say something out of line
Better watch your tone
Buy more things, watch more shows
Can’t ask the questions
When nobody knows...
...How to do anything but work & consume
Step outta line
Be sent to your room
Outcasts let these things go
To go your own way is hard
So?
✌️🌱🙏
💯☀️
💞
Brilliant
Love this!
powerful
Check Audre Lorde out if you want to see some good poetry rather than some wealthy douchebag writing about how he doesn't care about money from his big ass house
wow, that was very very very good!
Yo!!! So glad I came across this homie! At 3:18 you said your house is open! We have quite a lot of people in the Bay Area that need housing. If you slide your number into my DMs along with your address, we will all come through. Thanks bro! See you soon. Much love and moonbeams or whatever you ppl say
Ho is here for home school👉🏾
Liberace gay
cheesy
It's art. Not Velveeta.