Jungle Fever

I used to love h.e.r.
But then she posed half naked on magazine covers
And started having multiple lovers
So I left her
Cause Jay said when a good girl goes bad, she’s gone forever.
Who would’ve thought she would change faster than North Carolina weather
So, anyways
One day
I was out, saw this white chick and hoped she “Walk this Way”
And she did, it was just my luck
I walk up and say what’s up
She said nothing much
Then we connected instantly
She was fresh with her t-shirt reading AC/DC
She notice I had on SB’s but I’m not skater
I told her do me a favor
Give me your number so we can get up later
I called her; we started talking about past relationships
She told the dude she was with
The had a Fall Out Boy
He brought pain and stole all her joy
She describe as the devil without horns
As a Freak On a Leash, like Korn
We she dumped him, she was happy but he cried
And let him know it’s Too Late to Apologize.
She told me to come over her place, she lives uptown
Crazy, my ex lives 3 Doors Down
She invited me, and lit up some Purple Haze
Smoke some with her got raised
Her crib reminded me of Electric Lady Land
I was warned about girls like her by Lenny Kravitz
But I didn’t care, because I had to have it
We start to KISS
She had those Rolling Stone lips
Interracial sex, I call it Californication
I’m a Gym Class Hero, I passed her physical examination
I did more then made her cum
I did it to her until she felt Numb
You all might be mad at me in the black world
But viva la white girl.
She might not be able to dance
But she gives me good Chemical Romance
She wears short skirts and knee high socks and is out of control
The girl I’m talking about is Rock-n-Roll

First Date

It must be fate
I’m taking the girl of my dreams, on a date.
I pull up to her spot and no I’m not going to sit in the car and honk my horn like she’s a whore
I’m a man of respect, so I’m going to go knock on the door.
She answers, and tells me to come, and that she’ll be ready in a second
I mumble to myself thank you god, for this blessing.
She’s ready to, looking good, so should I give her a compliment?
Would it matter, she is already so confident.
But I did
Told her she looks nice, nothing to big
We left around 6, before it gets dark
Start this date off, by chilling at the park
We sat down and got into a political discussion
Until the sunset and the sky started blushing
So we left, thought I’d take her somewhere real soulful
So we went inside of Barnes & Noble
I told her I thought she was mean, and she told me she thought I was anti-social
I told her I want a good girl, she wants a gentleman
We saying the same thing like a synonym
Made eye contact the whole time to show I was listening
I told her a first date is more like an interview
Would you mind some questions, I want to ask you?
She says she doesn’t mind
So I go searching thru her brain to see what I can find
I ask her about her plans, interest, hobbies, and how she view life
She says life is one big pie and she brought her own knife
I smile and say I know that’s right
I’m so amazed that she has so much insight
Her plans is to better the knowledge of the youth in America
Man, she’s good looking, smart, and clever
She asked me my, what are my views on life, and that’s when I told her I’m trying to find forever
Then she asks me what inspires me to write?
Before I could answer, a clerk comes and says sorry we are closing for the night
We leave, found a random spot to park, and sat on top of the car
I told her the joy I get from writing as we gazed upon the stars
Wow, who would’ve thought she would be traveling thru my mind state
On the first date
Time for her to go home, it’s getting late
I walk her to her door; I give her a gentle kiss on the forehead, the proper way for this night to end
I tell her this is fun, and hopefully we can do this again
She smiles and says hope floats
But maybe on our next date, we can talk about some of favorite quotes!

"Conservative"

In light of all the politicin', I decided to do a two-part piece, this one being called "Conservative", the other, not finished yet, "Liberal". I also love the beauty of nature and this is my embodiment of that sentiment..to be continued...

Saturday Morning Cartoons

“Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again”
Oh No!
Where did the time go?
I remember playing with G.I. Joe’s
And having a bowl of uh ohSpaghetti O’s
I used to do the cabbage patch
Didn’t care if my blues match
Come with me, I’m about to take you back
To……………
When the ice cream truck comes, you go running to beg moms for money
When girls rock there pony tails to the side with the scrunchie
When we played with slinkies
Or when your parents packed a lunchable, pudding, and a Twinkie
When you was afraid to cuss
And watch the magic school bus
When you looked both ways before you cross
When everyone dressed like Kris Cross
When you had a crush, wrote them a note saying, “Do you like me? Check yes or no”
To pick who is it, you did any, many, miny, moe
You the slowest one so, you hope you don’t get pick
When on Friday and Saturday nights nickelodeon into Snick
When momma told you never talk to strangers
When Tommy, Jason, Kimberly, and Zack were power rangers
Let me take you way back!
When Homie didn’t play that
Wasn’t no hi-definition but we was “Living in Color”
When every joke was about your mother
When it was cheap to get popcorn at the movies
When the only disease to you was coodies
Oh, and chicken pox
And everyone use to quote The Rock
When you thought the Reebok pumps
Helped you jumped
When you there’s always one kid that cheats
In freeze tag or hide and seek
T.G.I.F. was the best part of the week
When family matters was a show and not a problem
Do remember way back then?
When you rock one glove to be like mike
Or knock people out, like mike
Or sing the MJ song like Mike
When you walked around with either a boom box or a walk man
When someone broke a window, everyone ran
Spent most of your summer at camp or in the pool
“Back in the day, when things were cool”

The future of music!!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sne7JyK_GhY

Addiction: MUSIC

Music is one of the greatest things on earth! It links people together. Music touches every topic possible. I’m talking bout all music: rap, RnB, Soul, blues, jazz, techno, club, rock, and etc. music makes you want to dance. Or sing knowing you can’t sing if your life depended on it, but you don’t care because that’s your song! Music can make you laugh, cry, think, want to smoke, have a discussion, make you feel love, and/or make you want to have sex. Remember when you had your first crush? What song was thinking about or singing? Your first phone conversation with the opposite sex, what song was playing in the background? When you go for a walk, what song are you humming to yourself? Or when you’re feeling yourself and your swag is on super high, what song makes you feel that way? I can’t fake, when I thought I was in love, John Legend- “So High” was my shit! Got my heart broken, I couldn’t stand that song! This was my playlist when I was down: Jay-z ft. 3 Doors Down-“Here without you”, Omarion – “Ice Box”, John Legend- “Again or Another Again”, Panic At The Disco-Anything talking about women and relationships, and Bow Wow-“Out of my system”. Damn, I was on some other shit. But when summer roll around I have to hear Jazzy Jeff & Fresh Prince-“Summer time”! When, I’m in my own world, zoning out, I’m listening to Lupe, Kanye, Jay-z, or Linkin Park. If I had to list songs link to moments this what it would look like:

Early high school relationships- Usher- Confessions the album, Musiq-anything he had out, Alicia Keys- Anything she had out, and Jay-z- Song cry!

Senior Year: Kanye- College Dropout, John Legend- “So High and Ordinary People”, Anthony Hamilton- His first album went so hard!!

Summer 07- Plies-“shawty”

Spring Break 08: A Tribe Called Quest- “Can I kick it”

This Summer???????????????????????????????

So, I ask you. What are some of your musical moments? If you don't mind sharing

Brain Matter

Enough confidence mustered…wait I must’ve lost my mind what was I thinking. I
bumped my head against the white brick wall with blue lines
that’s ruled by college ‘cause I don’t like it wide.
The ball in the Bic it won’t roll, it won’t click. Pen and paper against me conspire
at my desk I perspire from thinking thoughts that are aimless and take me to nowhere but anywhere.
Inspiration can’t be found. All stones have been turned over.
No thoughts that are profound hmm maybe I’m too sober.
Shall I get drunk off injustice that profiles and judges by race,
inject inhumanity and deceit for wars that had no reason taking place,
wine and dine on emotion from love lost and love found,
sniff lines of degradation for “sex sales” outbidding morals every time,
pop pills for fear of fascism amidst this illusion of free times,
take shots of disgrace for education systems that pass children yet leave ‘em behind.
Before I could spark some revelation for my mind’s eye, nay sayers exclaim,
"heard it all before what you’re saying is the same.
We got scores of poems about wars and tampered education,
conspiracy, adultery, racism and degradation.
Your drug impotent, your drink watered down.
Bring innovative wit’ you next time you come around.
So writer’s block continues to asphyxiate my wrist.
Doubt has again robbed me of a pen and paper tryst.

I back slowly from the paper with my hands up in defeat,
then I run into lethargy and it says follow me to let free my trapped thoughts that in my mind adjourn.
Making your way up is easy If you down to trick for terms…
Just put on a little lipstick and have your way with these words.
In adjunct caress these adjectives. Seduce these nouns and verbs.
Reason convenes my thoughts and says this isn’t necessary.
Pride then motions trickin’ just ain’t in our vocabulary.
Experience tells me it will come to provide me with insight.
Irony and wisdom laugh because hindrance gave me words to write.

My other love

My first painting...

Marvin Gaye "Deep Thoughts".

That's my favorite artist. Love that man.

Summer: Part II

I must say, my summer has really picked up! The beach, drinking, I'm writing like crazy, partying at H.U., and it looks like there is more to come. Just the other night I went to the beach, and just chilled got in a reflecting zone, and realized how fortunate I am. The beach is the most peaceful place at night, good therapy next to blogging! I got some more stories to tell but I have to wait til the chapter comes to a end because I'm a little unsure what will be the outcome. I but I will like that persons who has been bring out the creative side of me lately, they don't know it.

A Chapter Out of My Life: A moment I would like to forget

Ima keep it real I’m a man
In my life time I have had a one night stand
Let me take on a trip down memory lane
I can’t remember
I met here in the club one night
Black dress on tight
Liquor had me feeling right
We start to dance
It was something special about this girl because I felt it in my pants
She starts to slow grind
There’s only one thing on my mind
Looking at watch it’s about that time
Time to depart
I whisper in her ear, “Let’s leave sweetheart”
While driving to her apartment
We start talking; I realize she needs to pop a mint
Anyways, we get back tom her spot
I can’t wait for those clothes to drop
She puts on 12 play
We are about to start with foreplay
We start kissing
Kissing lead to the stripping
Next thing you know the CD is skipping
OMG
She stops to turn off the CD
Her body was shape like an hour glass
Ima show something different, I’m what you would call a sexual Outkast
I sat her on top
Of the Speakerboxxx
And showed her some Love Below
I stop because she scratched the shit out of me with her big toe
A quick intermission, I had to get a band aid out of the car
Shit, I still have the scar
She wanted to make it up and do me a nice favor
As she went down, she said nut is her favorite flavor
I’m thinking she’s nasty as shit
But I can’t fake, I kind of liked it
She’s giving me head, but her teeth keep scrapping my dick
Plus she kept making these annoying noises from gagging on it
She was horrendous
Her learning privileges are suspended
Now I’m with the next problem
I don’t have a condom
I ask do she have some?
She hands me one
She attempts to kiss me
I say, “You just gave me head, so kissing me is like history”
I’d rather it not repeat itself
Plus me getting pre cum in my mouth isn’t good for my health
She tells me not to put it all in
I ask “come again?”
She’s afraid it’s going to hurt
So how is this going to work?
I start with slow and soft strokes
Next thing you know, the condom broke
I ask you got another
So, I put on another rubber
Bend her over, on top of the covers
And hit it like how I wanna
I was hitting it like I’m a smoker and she’s my marijuana
She was cursing and being all loud
I couldn’t be more proud
She got hers a couple of times
Stop me before I could get mines
She couldn’t keep taking it
Damn, I almost made it
I’m bout to go
Trying to find my clothes
I tell her, “Damn, you got it real wet.”
To dark to see, she tells me, “Turning on the lights will be a big regret.”
I turn on the light, blood is everywhere!
Including my pubic hair
She was on her period
I think to myself, can’t be serious
I’m so upset
I grab my clothes and jet
A part of my life I like to forget
I’m scarred forever
From the worst sex ever!

Breaking Away

So, today I was talking to a friend of mines, I was reading her blog, and she is talking about how she is changing, so I posted a question that lead to a phone discussion, then it hit me that maybe I've change, anyone that knows me well, I love my Bowie crew, we weathered the storms, and adopted to the seasons. But Now that I'm doing this internship, I've gotten distance with them, for once I'm solo. But I don't know how to feel about that, I'm not around am I even a part of the puzzle still? Hav e I forgot who I am? Am I breaking away? I wonder how they feel?

What Happened???????????? Pt. 3

What happened to good sitcoms? I tired of reality T.V., Shit i live in reality! Moments like these?


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One too Many Drinks

Love is like being drunk
If you don’t know your limit
You’ll keep drinking
And get deeper influence
You’ll start mixing brown and white
Can’t tell wrong from right
When you were sipping you confident
Swag on 100 so saying a lot non sense
Look at you now, can barely stand and feeling insecure
How you going to take shots of Holy Water and feel impure
Now you sick with no self control
Now your heart is starting to throw
UP
Hanging over the toilet while your friends try keeping your head up
Next day you say good bye to your lover
But you’re stuck with a hang over
In due time you’ll recover
And be sober.

From canvas to paper.......

This is a friend of mines poem, its real cool, check out!!!!

ONE THING MADE CLEAR

Why does the man walk through a museum to peruse oils organized on a canvas?
Why does the woman circle the sculpture hand on chin in deep thought and contemplation?
What do these "arts" evoke that bring people from miles around to see?
What would the world be without these oils, ceramics, and acrylics?...
These pencils, pens, shades, perspectives, sprays of paint, and chalks all meshed in?
A bland world lacking creativity, vision, and dimension…if the trees, flowers, the sun, and moon were paid no attention.
If beauty wasn't captured to be preserved on surface of choice.
If talk was monotone, lacking inflection, rhythm of the voice.
What could life bring with no songs to sing that change minds, and uplift spirits?
No song, so there are no beats to choreograph dance to, we are a rhythm-less nation.
No saxophone to syncopate the outlook is ill-fated.
A world without the art a topic never to be debated.
A one-sided argument this is as this everything is always necessary.
Not just a painting against the easel, a ballerina on her toes, a voice catapulted from the depths of diaphragm, a trombone player's blow…but a mother giving birth to life, a bee's buzz to flowers' bloom, a skill, a craft, a leader's legacy left whose impression is now painted on you.
Art can be found in all things that express a thought…a feeling…an opinion from one to another.
It can be found in every human being of all colors, fashion, and form.
Art can transcend barriers where the mundane fails along with the norm.
To not love it, is to not love one's self.
To disrespect it, is to disrespect one's self.
Stopping the art is to stop the blood that courses veins, stopping life.
You are a most beautiful work of art.
Peruse on man in the museum, contemplate the architecture of the sculpture.
Ask how?
Ask why?
Who knows?... sometimes the only answer.
Craft a speech to lead millions to craft speeches that lead millions to different tomorrows. Think deep.
Create on. The work of the artist can never me done.

In this state of Mind: Mind State Sequel

In this state of mind
My thoughts get jammed together like NYC traffic
But can the metro to my good, bad, and ugly thoughts.
But they are all some how connected
Or can go shopping for ideas on Rodeo Dr.
Everything is free as long as u don’t pay anyone else any mind
I would take to the city where love was built but it got bombed like Oklahoma City
And is going through a rebuilding phase, like New Orleans after Katrina.
But you can vacay in infatuation city were my thoughts head to South Beach.
But I would rather my imagination flow up like the Mississippi River
In my state trust is credit
With that St. Louis mentality you can “Show Me”
Better than you can tell me.
But let me take you to the chicken and waffles
And serve the states most famous dish
Food for thought.

Emotional Circus

They say Life's a bitch And Death's her husband
But I heard Love is a Mother Fucka
Lust is her twin sister, who she get mistaking for.
Life lives next door to the green eyed Beauty named Envy
Envy has a boyfriend named Jealousy
Who cheats on her wit the the the chick who loves company, you might know her as Misery
It's funny cuz she used to date this stubborn cat named Pride
Pride used to be engaged to Trust
But his best Friend Communication came between their relationship.
It's crazy cuz Communication introduced Pride to Misery because he dates Lust!
Lust baby father is this nigga named Hate
Who killed this dude Dream
Dream close friend Sleep got a gun from that nigga Revenge
Sleep is respected in his hood, because he is the cousin of Death
All these mother fuckas live in the same apartment complexand Im da land lord!Ain't that bout a bitch?

Just Add Milk

Let me take you on the side of the bowl, most don't wanna see, most haven't seen, or most see everyday. You got Snap, Crackle, and Pop riding on chrome spoons, serving the block rice crispy, they beefing with Sonny because he got those Cocoa Puffs, that got the whole hood coo-coo. Cookie Crook sitting in a jail cell cause he got caught stealing Cookie crisp. Count Chocula got a Silly Rabbit that he makes Trix and some ladies, he calls Honey Combs. On the other side of the bowl, Fred Flinstone got kids mining to find more fruity pebbles. He sells them to the jeweler Tucan Sam, who makes them into fruit loops. On the South Boarder of the bowl, U got Honey Bee, who imports CheeriO's. Captian Crunch is fighting in a war that, President Tony The Tiger started cause he saw Lucky Charms was doing GREAT, and wants his black gold at the end of the rainbow. Tony The Tiger had another issue, he wanted the land that Count Chocula, Sonny, Snap, Crackle and Pop make their money and live. He flooded them out by JUST ADDING MILK.

My Playlist

I just wanted to point out the role my music list plays, It is the audio biography of this blog, "Life Is A Movie", so you gotta have theme musci! lol But seriously when you have free time listen to the playlist and read the blog, I think you would real appreciate it!" Life is A Movie" the poem coming soon as I write it! Lmao! But Im serious.

Maybe I Was Wrong...........

OK, those that ever read my post
Reality Check, so when I was a little rough on the "50 Year Old Virgin", I
thought I wouldn't have anything to talk about that's not work related. Who
would've thought this weird lonely man would be a musical genius? I'm Truly amazed, this man has a
library of CDs from every range of music, from Thw Who to A Tribe Called Quest. He has it
all! and actually got me to open my mind and listen to Jimi Hendrix album
and the Funkadelics. I guess the old qoute "You can't judge a book by it's cover " was right! I am truly amaze that I am learning something from him that's not work related. Well world as I open my mind to this music, I will expose you as well be sure to check out Little Wing and Maggot Brain! Enjoy!