 | @Saul Williams The ball is all our hopes & dreams wound tight, kicked left, kicked right. The goal: the vastness of the soul. The field: the work & plight. |
| Saul Williams The uniform & flag: the torch we bear through darkness of a kind. The vastness of the field: the path we cross from heart to mind. |
| Saul Williams The minute or the moment? How you think is your opponent. If you had the ball right now would you aim or kick it wild? |
| Saul Williams The goalie blocks the narrative from being what is told. The striker has a goal in mind. The wings are double-fold. |
| Saul Williams RT @ericburkley you should do these rhymes over vuvuzelas... ===> LOL I love the sound of the game, actually. Maybe I will:) |
| Saul Williams The ball, in black & white, simply reflects our need to see, to qualify the boundaries that restrict our right to be. |
| Saul Williams If you control the ball then you control the game. You weave through your defenses, broadened senses, truth aflame. |
| Saul Williams The crowd reflects your calling. They cheer, 'though for their kind. The energy, even against, propels the focused drive. |
| Saul Williams ...and now I'm logging off. The game has just begun. The Ghanaian bar across the street seems like it may be fun;) Cheers!! |
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