and let his soul run wild.

I was watching this documentary on Jean Michele-Basquiat, and of course with every good documentary there is montage of the person's life through photographs, old video clips and instead of a sappy song they chose to recite Langston Hughes poem "Genius Child"

This is a song for the genius child.
Sing it softly, for the song is wild.
Sing it softly as ever you can -
Lest the song get out of hand.

Nobody loves a genius child.

Can you love an eagle,
Tame or wild?
Can you love an eagle,
Wild or tame?
Can you love a monster
Of frightening name?

Nobody loves a genius child.

Kill him - and let his soul run wild. 

Here's to running wild on this blog. A place to explore oneself. Much of the posts will deal with simple joys, christian spirituality and of course nonsensical ramblings.