Let's Go!

Choke On The Sunrise

2011-09-06T17:32:00.001-07:00

I took the time

To put you out of my mind

To put you out of my misery

But you politely declined

And I rewind to a point when all was just fine

Before the fire inside me was what caused me to die

I choke on the flames but I'm scored by the kiss

Do you smile at the thought

Do you revel in this

That you ripped out a giants heart

Clenched in fist

Crushed it

Threw it to the ground soaked covered in piss

Go choke on the sunrise

Break your neck on the endless skies

Valley high or mountain low there's a thousand ways

That love dies.

To Be Human

2011-07-22T21:05:00.001-07:00

It goes deeper than the surface

The purpose is to arouse the senses

But beyound our current comprehensions

I wish to be deeper than in depth

I want you to understand my concept

The image which you behold

It entwines and unfolds

Beyond just a bold front

The truth which is in me

While, it may seem offending

Is only a truth which is blunt

We want what we want

Until it's no longer wanted

And who can be at fault for this conclusion

We out think our instinct

Deny meat for sweet drink

But is this not what it means

To be human

The Sad Part:

2011-07-10T14:22:00.000-07:00

You hate that sex makes you happy. You could never accept that anything could ever be so simple. You could never accept that you could ever be so simple. Your life has revolved around a deeper meaning, when all you really want is a cigarette after climaxing, and someone to argue with when you’re seeking a different sort of stimulation.

You think about maybe being happy one day; that being happy means settling down with a family, a career in a box, and some friends to invite over to your nice home filled with shit you secretly hate. But when you imagine what happiness truly means, you can only imagine your legs wrapped around my head, my lips and tongue pressed against you.

I’ll be the only one to tell you that it’s okay to have such simplistic longings, and that the birds and bees don’t worry about credit card debt. But, I’ll also be the only one to tell you, with sincerity, that I miss the way you taste after you’ve berated me for not sharing your exact view on an issue.

You may think I’m a fool for looking to you with puppy eyes, and glazed lips, after I’ve fulfilled my usefulness. I’d think myself a fool for not being used by you. Hate yourself all you want. Shit, hate me all you want. But don’t approach me for casual conversation, attempt to make yourself feel anything other than contempt for all humanity, tell me you miss me, and that we don’t hang out enough…

knowing that all you want is hard dick, and your pussy licked.

You’re not using anyone. I cum too.

Thinking As I Go

2011-04-18T04:26:00.001-07:00

We are samples in a petri dish. The controlled environment is our perceived universe. Adam and Eve were the smear samples, be fruitful and multiply was the hope that we would reproduce and present evidence of intelligent life. The tree of knowledge was an introduced test variables. Exile from Eden was the introduction to a larger dish with more variables. The "chosen people", religious law, and so on, are the main study which focuses on interference/ interaction with a natural cycle from outside influences. After years of observation, several other important test have been performed, and introduced; yet, at the end of the experiment, all of the samples will be incinerated, minus the best subjects, which will be taken for examination and further study.

Triumphant Return

2011-04-18T01:57:00.001-07:00

Though I may be the fool evoking sunshine on a world where it only rains, I'll continue to pray for better days. This is not the best me, but everyday brings me closer to becoming the man I am in my dreams. Slow start, rough start; we all have to start somewhere, and maybe today we can start over. Maybe we don't need to start over, but to just keep going. Lets make our triumphant return to smiling, while we still can

Despite Those Nets

2011-04-03T22:51:00.001-07:00

Tiny scratches on the surface as hard as nails upon soft silk

Tint the palms the shade of crimson drops of life like mothers milk

Take away the Armageddon ease the mind and part the thread

Place concern in hands of angels though they may not even tread

Pretend the throe inside is music and this song will just repeat

Placate the masses with distraction if not a smile than with defeat

Drain tomorrow from my heart and send the soot where breezes play

Divide the rest to wolves and sheep then miscarry our yesterday

Decide whom you will call to mind each face will merely circumvent

I am both the pen and paper ignore what the notebook underwent

If the well runs out I cannot write expressing nothingness forever

Identify with my warming smile from memories we shared together

I bring you: "Magtastellent": Magnificent, Fantastic, & Excellent

2011-03-22T19:33:00.001-07:00

When parents disown their children, Satan has adoption papers ready.

2011-03-10T15:47:00.001-08:00

Y I No Have Deal!?

2011-02-26T11:26:00.001-08:00

Well here I go again, back to the scribblin', speaking from another me, letting all my demons win. People act like I'm so wrong when I'm faking a smile, when it's the only way I know how to keep from dying right now. And man, holy cow, don't ever let me have a real melt down, on Facebook, because I'll post pics of me blowing my brains out. And my Tumblr queue is filled with five years worth of content, and it post to my Twitter, so it wont look like I'm dead yet. Lol, winky smiley face, from beyond the grave, and I hope you're all entertained by the way that I've behaved. Because while I may be blessed, or talented at best, the passion in my heart doesn't print me out a check. So, while I break my neck and I struggle for meals, fake rappers are saying things but haven't done them for real. And yes, I respect the shooter, not the one survived and not thanking God for the fact they're alive. Gangsta is not a state of mind, it's a state of being, and it doesn't make you gangsta just because you're good at bleeding. This is the realest shit I ever wrote, within the last three to six minutes, and I didn't even think of this; 420 did it.

Another Day

2011-02-23T13:25:00.000-08:00

Remember, all those stars up there are suns we've killed so that no other love could ever compare. We may be a little late getting here, but that's never mattered before.

Perfect Shadow (explicit)

2010-12-17T15:01:00.000-08:00

Embraced by soft lighting, I meet her wearing a smile, and boxer briefs which hide no shame. Entering into a room dimly lit, and walking into open arms, as though mesmerized, she wraps herself around me, pressing against me tightly; feeling the excitement growing, pressing even tighter. There is no escape; nor a wanting to do so, yet she seeks to remove me from my confinement, and into hers. She possesses an expression reminiscent of a deer in headlights, had that doe made its peace with whichever God created her. Smiling cheek upon dark chest, a sigh of relief crosses her pink lips as she kisses my heartbeat. On this day, we lose time. We have been together longer than we can remember; even still, she misses what closed eyes, soft fingers, a gentle touch, and a great imagination could never bring her. The warmth of her breath against my chest, becoming constant as her pulse begins to race due to visions stirring where pleasure resides. Her rosy finger tips slowly crest my chest, lovingly down my stomach, and, with relief, come to rest where her source of longing is caged. Looking up, her eyes meet my own brown eyes, and her lower lip she beings to gently bite; desire is flaring within the depths of her radiant stare, but even in this quite glow I meet myself reflection in her most beautiful assets, and wonder if the desire is my own. With love and force, I remove her guard. Stroking her blushing cheek with the black of right hand, she melts in my palm, and I kiss her forehead while lifting her off of her feet. Onto soft sheets, onto warm bed, onto foreplay. Sensitive about her ears, sensitive around her earlobe, tingle behind your ear. Smile widens while hearts races, and soft moaning, and lips kissing the flesh of neck and ear, is the only sound around. Then, I do this thing…and she giggles. Lip biting begins again as her fingers begin to scratch my back. I press myself against her, and she inhales quick and deep, though she likes it slow, and deepest. Grabbing for sheets, grabbing for air, grabbing of mattress, grabbing for my shoulders, one hand finds my neck, the other finds my hair. She pulls hard, “down boy”. I am hers, there is only her voice. To my displeasure, she removes her own clothing, though my teeth would have been better suited. She is down to lacy panties, matching bra, matching stockings, and a pair of my fetish, matching. She relieves me of my last article, and fails to hide delight, fails to restrain herself, falls onto sheets, onto warm bed, and looks at me with eyes that beg to be amazed. My mercy is upon her, and amusement overtakes my expression. Gold wrapper with black letters rips wide, insides slip on, fits tight, secure, comfortable, into her. She clinches, I behave, overcome with a wanting to make a pun that is far too easy, I slow. I ease. She unleashes, and I slide into mythical lands, and she becomes an earthquake. My name becomes the only words to a song which she loves, but is too distracted to remember. And it repeats. Over. And over. Not a second goes by that the top has not been reached and breath has not been held, “are you okay? don’t pass out, again. okay?” and she is back from her happy place, only to land in her happier place. Standing, sitting, facing, laying, spinning, creating. Character limits would have been reached twice while describing some of the thing done twice, for the first time, and invented; before the double backed beast howled harmoniously at the moon, to lay in shadow and light to become a perfect shadow.

My 16 to: "So Appalled" by Kanye West

2010-12-11T12:12:00.000-08:00

Champagne wishes, 30 white bitches/

29 blowing me, number 30 gets the dishes/

She come back afterward so I can get my dick in/

Everyday is Christmas, and I'm Charles Dickens/

I call bitches Carol, cuz they start singing when I'm in it and the lights low/

Some like to pull my hair/ That's why I let the dreads grow/

One tried to cuff me up, so I let that thing go/

They love to call me Pharaoh

Harem of the hottest chicks /

Threesome or more, now that's a human pyramid/

You should see the footage, yo/ all the clips so redic/

Said she can't get enough and she need to be redicked/

So I let my niggas hit/

We wanted reparations, now snow bunnies all we get/

You can hate it if you want, but we on some other shit/

You want me hold my mac up and act inconspicuous/

And I aint even listenin', that shit's fucking ridiculous

I am my own worst enemy. I destroy self, so you cannot destroy me

2010-12-09T11:34:00.001-08:00

I am my own worst enemy. I destroy self, so you cannot destroy me

Fleshy Mortal

2010-12-08T03:36:00.000-08:00

Vulnerabilities, and insecurities? The little kid who was too proper for the black girls, started dating white women who want blond hair children with blue eyes. The straight A student who was bullied for being too smart, got whooped at home for dumbing it down. The cool guy who gets all the ladies, is the same guy who has never successfully spit game to a woman. The most likely to succeed, is going through the hardest struggle of my life. Maybe I’ve convinced you I’m something other than human. Do you believe everything you hear?

My Kanye West "Monster" 16

2010-12-06T13:57:00.001-08:00

Greeting from the atmosphere: Rayquaza/ I'm blazed bruh- munchies: redeye airplane passengers, lasers /military- anybody stand against me/ I'm a motherfuckin monster and bruh you a sissy/ Tokyo buildings I'm knocking down everything/ Bad bitches hanging round? They coming out of everything/ King Konging left and right white girls and everything/ Ursala ya girl, leave her speechless and everything/ Segrum Seven and The three Stripes if you are what you eat/ Then I'm Hydra and each head got perfect teeth/ Cleanliness is Godliness, and that would be me/ If Kami is in us all then correct I would be/ But save your prayers for whoever/ Cuz your flesh is for me/ Call me Psycho/ Mr. Patrick Bateman, monster supreme

Vice & Strangness

2010-10-15T18:51:00.000-07:00

The soul is simply empty when I refuse to write

The refuge of the mind is still a sinners plight

The sincere delight I take in my own anguish

Translates these thoughts into a carnal language

Unlike your ears, you can not gauge this

The flesh is a profound cage of vice & strangeness

This song is ageless and left on repeat

Because we believe what our eyes say

“We are just meat”

But if you let your soul speak

you will find another way

There is nothing new under the sun

this is just another day
Posted 5 days ago

Nonsense and Rambling

2010-10-15T18:50:00.000-07:00

I had hoped, when I awoke, that the poem of my dreams would have found me in my slumber, crept into my dreams, and possessed my flesh until I pinned this verse. None of this happened. Only visions of your reflection bouncing off of mirrors find me before waking, and reminders that I should have never been so human stalk me after dreaming.

Platonic thoughts turned into matters of the heart, when they should have stayed “I am just thinking with my penis”. I caused my mind to become your home, made my reality bend to your will; turned my mouth into a spout of nonsense and rambling, and only received deceit.

I should have expected everything to die off into nothingness, especially infatuation, but you were supposed to be different. I have carried everything you own, and your baggage seemed to be the lightest thing you had. I guess the weight on your shoulder was too much for me to take, so you leave me in the same boat of which you were once captain & commander.

I am not one prone to fits of naivety. You were not supposed to lie to me. We were happy. Then you went and fucked it up hoping someone else could be happy, ruining all. Now I sit here unfeeling, wondering if you ever smile from your heart. I lost all I wanted because you wanted something else. You left me in the darkness, yelling I love you, and you had the audacity to walk away…saying that you love me too.

Still, to enlighten me with more dishonesty, then with drunken confession, you are the reason some women never tell the police. Love can make you do crazy things, but for you to lie…about that? Really? I hated myself for telling you the truth. I still die.

The radio has not spoken to me since those months. I no longer hear your voice when I imagine happiness. None of my possessions reek of American Spirits, Sephora products, nor your salty teardrops. All I have is better music taste, and a story I can never tell.

An apology does not fix an “I love you”; though, it may get you into heaven. An “I love you” would be nice, but I will never hear you speak those words again. I told you, I love you. I told you I was only temporary. I told you only nonfiction. I told no one else.

Revert

2010-10-15T18:45:00.001-07:00

Seduction, time stopping, slowly moving through the mind, disrupting common sense, and inciting disgustingly obscene fits of lust. Drizzling caramel, dripping honey; flowing nectar. Warm milk; soft, sweet. Adrenalin rush, nicotine fix. Furious confession. Passionate penance.

Double espresso shots in 3 cups of black coffee, simply to face the sunlight.

Anticipating drops of candle wax to touch bare flesh. The feeling after the wax falls. Fucking the pain away.

Incense shop burning to the ground.

Biting.

Trusting.

Grabbing.

Pulling.

And lets not forget the screams.

Love via hate. Relaxation in rage.

All knowingly all powerful. Broken hearted and afraid.

A nonexistent being; smiling for the world to see.

To reinforce:

I want her.

It drives me mad.

How To Pick Up Women: Tl;dr

2010-07-26T15:05:00.000-07:00

You know, I have never successfully picked up a woman? Sure, I have only tried a hand full of times in my 23 years of life, but still; I have never successfully hit on a woman. I know that the few people reading this are crying bullshit, but think about it. Who have I been with?

Sure some of you may have seen me “flirting”, but when you think about in terms of my personality, I am just engaging them in conversation. I am a writer. I am a speaker. I don’t want to be a boring conversationalist. I approach a conversation with strength and conviction, not with intent to “get the panties”. I just don’t want to bore my conversation parter to death.

I have the hardest time making advances on women. I have no idea how to do so, and have hardly any idea what the hell I am trying to do once I start my attempt.

Every party, every event, every fun time I have had while out, I have simply been entertaining. Never actively seeking to make an advance on, or in pursuit of, any one. I’m simply amusing. I have either been in a relationship at the time, taking care of my drunk friends, DJing, wasted myself, or too oblivious to know someones trying to hit on me.

I am not the brightest knife in the crayon shed, and when it comes to meeting women, my IQ drops another 40 points. That’s why I give such great advice. “Those who can, do. Those who can’t, teach”.

When I am approached by someone I have no idea what is happening. By the time I find out what’s going on, it is already to late and they have already moved on to the next guy. Being dumbfound makes for easy defeat. You have got to stay on your toes.

In fact, if it wasn’t for a very few, very blunt, accounts of getting approached by women I would probably be forever single. Seriously; they pretty much had to spell it out for me. And it is not about being so damn oblivious, it is simply the fact that I never expect to get hit on. Ever. And when I try to chat someone up, I takes me forever to grow the balls, only to get castrated onces I actually try.

I said all of that so say this; if you know me in a social situation, you probably think I fuck a lot. I do not. Period. I am social. Legitimately social. Platonic interactions with members of the opposite sex are still reasonable, respectable, & possible. People can hang out without having their thangs out. But, sometimes, great things happen.

Somehow being a social butterfly, ADHD Magic nerd, & kinda cute, got transformed into being a lady killer. Not happening. Not a lady killer. I’m still a giant geek inside, and I have a difficult time knowing what to say to women.

I get nervous. I forget what I want to say. I get tongue tied. I drop the ball. I have been rejected way more than I have been accepted. I don’t have a phone full of numbers or an inbox full of booty-calls. There is nothing wrong with trying. If you don’t try, you’ve already failed. Do not revert to a giant baby if things do not work out the way you would have liked.

We all have a safe zones, but there is little room for romantic exchanges when you are playing it safe. For example; I am better in a group than I am in a one on one. I find that it is easier for me to entertain a group. If you’ve ever hung out with my friends & I, you have seen it….I can entertain a group, pretty well.

In a dating situation it is not about entertaining in the same sense; there is a lot more to it. Sure, you want to make her laugh. You want to let her get to know you, but you also want your intentions to be made clear: “I am seeking a romantic exchange. I do not want to be just a friend, but also your lover.”

Also, beware of your normal hangouts. If you hang in groups, and you like someone within said group, you always run the risk of ending up in the dreaded friend zone. Well, think about it this way; while you are in the “friend zone” with about 5 or so women, I am in the “brother zone” with about 20 women. Think about that and smile for yourself. Those are 20 less women for me to even THINK about. Playing it safe will get you friends; not a date.

In a group I can turn my “swag” on and get some laughs, make an awkward situation less so by being “cool”, when actually I am just nervous and overly observant. On a date turning your swag on isn’t aways funny, it may possibly come across as disingenuous, and even cocky. Get a good feel for your situation, know when it is time to get out; when it is time to try harder, and know when it is time to simply relax.

Confidence is the appearance of being certain. It is the appearance of knowing/ feeling you will be victorious. Appearing confident is not the hard part. Dress well, clean up, smell good, smile, and annunciate when you speak. The hard part of appearing confident is when you know that deep inside, you are feeling as awkward as the leading man in any romantic comedy and no where near as cool.

If you approach a woman keep in mind, she may just reject the fuck out of you. But do not fret about it, try someone different. If one woman rejects you, so what? She rejected you…and? What does it matter? You tried. She could have said yes. Maybe someone else will say yes at a later time. At this point you are learning what works and what does not work. And; awkward feelings aside, you will have to try, or you will never grow. You have to be blunt, direct; cut and dry.

When you really think about it, which is more awkward: being infatuated with someone you have befriended, & living a lie? Or, saying tits or gtfo when you know you wouldd be wasting that persons time lying to them and claiming to be a friend when you just want to play tonsil hockey?

You can not afford to give yourself an out when it comes to your feelings, or you could end up sitting next to the girl of your dreams as only a friend, wishing you would have told her how you felt long ago.

You have to know what is worth sacrificing for love/ like/ infatuation, or you may ruin a great friendship forever. Just know that if you attempt to pick up a friend, the consequences will never be the same.

And in no way does this mean you can not just be friends if nothing works out, but is being “just friends” something you can really handle?

Just remember; you win some, you lose some. You run the risk of embarrassment if you try hitting on someone. It does not matter. If you think they are worth your time, you have to try. Risking embarrassment also means you have a chance of success. So get out there and pursue happiness! Do your best, keep your head up; keep your nose clean, and maybe you will get the girl of your dreams.

Request Denied

2010-07-25T19:37:00.001-07:00

"Friend request from Love received"

Request denied
I've tried a thousand times to subdue my pride
But when I look inside all I find is nothing
Strictly carnal flesh simply concerned with humping
Swapping bodily fluids and bumping uglies
You want to fuck me?
Sure that's cool.
Set the camera up and let the world watch us screw
Beast with two backs
Oh you gotta friend?
Beast with two backs and a pussy for a chin
Here I go again
Giving into lustings
But when I think of you I just see us touching
Sweating a musky
Must be your tits
May be your ass or the curve to your hips
I just want to see you strip and then rip you a new one
Then try to repair the old one with the tip of my tongue
No girl, I'm not a freak or a ho, it's true
I only think of you as the one I wanna do
I just wanna bite you
Just a tad tiny bit
After that we can utilize the handcuffs & whip
Gag ball
Rope
Paddle
Sex swing
G-string
It's cool if these are a few of your favorite things
Everyday's hedonism when you're sleeping with me
And we wont be sleeping if you know what I mean
So put your high heels on if you're ready to ride
But don't get caught up and get your love request denied

XoDeathXoEternity

2010-07-25T19:01:00.000-07:00

Oblivion taste similar to the residue of a first kiss.

Drink Up

2010-07-25T17:38:00.001-07:00

I forgo the wide road- lead a life of confusion

All I do is win- but it feels like I'm losin'

Bleeding heart through my music- Facade of a caped hero

But I watch my world burn everyday- Nero

Smile of a child- hopes of a martyr

My dreams are ocean sized- while I'm bottled water

Trying to change roads but it only dead ends

Float on through the world only to rest where I begin

Simple deceit through teeth

Easy to see through me

Like tear drops suiciding from red cheeks

Surfing drunk on the internet

Crash into real life- rude awaking

guess I wan't ready yet

Attempt to succeed but 404's all I get

Techno lifestyle when I only want a house

Need to escape the cycle that I'm in right now

So I tip the bottle once again to my mouth

After while tend to forget what I once cried about

Problem still exist only as long as I do

Need a solution to the issue life's put my mind through

Pray daily, work hardly, money; never- still party I

f I sit still it feels I've never moved

But when I move and nothing happens it crushes my heart too

Discouraged remain hopeful that things will get better

But the sun never shines when I try to change the weather

So until it rains money sorrow fills me cup

It's the only thing to consume for now

Guess I'll drink up

Hemingistheway To Go!

2010-07-11T01:32:00.001-07:00

Through distilled hubris my inflated ego has envisioned copulating with the soil upon every planet made visible via science. But my autophobia reminds me that, if I say “fuck the world” too loudly, I may reproduce. And a suicide pact is so Sex Pistols.

I have denied myself access to the medicine cabinet on numerous occasions, because if self termination through an act of consumption isn’t stereoscopically American, damnit, I don’t know what is.

Suicide prescriptions are the new Lays, baby. You can’t eat just one. Too much cholesterol. Too much W.O.W. Gun violent. Police “mistakes”. AIDS. Mad cows. Happy beavers. Holy rollers. Choose your destiny. Maybe I’ll just eat a Baconator & chase it with a Double Stack while standing outside of a non-smoking bar, in the wrong part of town, with a Lucky Strike in my gullet. Decisions, decisions.

I need an anti-consumerism way to go. Maybe I’ll smash my brain in with an Ad- Busters. It wont make me happy, & I’ll have to buy it at Barns & Noble for 9 dollars. A Yippie, yuppie, hipster, scene kid send off? How idealistic of me.

Hemingistheway to go.

But bullets cost more than gas and only send you in one direction…though it does include that cool fireproof hand basket. Plus you’re not allowed to siphon a slug from someones skull with a rubber hose unless you’re a doctor, so there’s no chance of recycling.

Is black on black still in style? Violence, not dating.

The truth is, I don’t want to go. I just know that I have to. And it’s not an issue of why I’m going, it’s an issue of where. I just know that when that day arrives, I want my last words to be, “I had a great time, but I gotta go. I love you. Pax.”. Not, “Man, I should have don’t this sooner. Where’s that laughing coming from? What smells like bacon?”.

Fukitol

2010-07-08T21:21:00.000-07:00

My hopes & dreams out weigh my reality. I can't seem to wrap my mind around being okay with waking up & going to work in the same place, hating what I do every single day, simply to say "I am a productive member of society". But this shitty sense of entitlement is wreaking havoc on my ability to see & understand that I may die without obtaining that which I desire. Clouding my judgement on matters of survival existence. In Buddhism: "desire and ignorance lie at the root of suffering". Well I am one wanting, ignorant, s.o.b.

I wish I could be completely satisfied working a nine to five, practicing obscene amounts of yuppie consumerism, living far beyond my means, surviving pay check to pay check, working the same job long for so long that the government tells me I can't work anymore....ever again...even if I loved what I did, owning a mobile device on a contract both of which cost more than a utility bill for a modest sized home, living off of credit cards, buying 4 dollar petrol, & cigarettes that cost more than the minimal wage.

I wish I could forget about trying to do something exciting, new, different, & amazing. I wish I could equate happiness with possessions, love with money, & sexual attraction with name brands. I wish I could be who some many peoples parents are today. And what so many peoples parents have turned them into.

Lol. I wish I was half of Royal Oak, MI.

But no. Fuck me. Fuck the way I think. Fuck what I see when I close my eyes. Fuck my dreams, goals, & ambitions. Fuck creativity & breaking away from normality. Fuck knowing that you're better than where you are currently, yet seeing no improvement in your position, & having no idea where you're going.

Fukitaol

Einstein didn't fail that math class. Newton didn't get hit with an apple. Han Solo used to be a repair man.

If it wasn't for luck/ blessing/ fate/ chance/ destiny/ divine intervention/ the Illuminati/ whatever. Awesome shit wouldn't happen. So I have a sense of entitlement. It blows. Some people know very well what it's like to pray to something you can't see & expect something cool to come from it. Others just don't want the child rebels to come through with machetes again.

Some humans have done more for our breed than others. Many more have died before they even got the chance to do any awesome. Others are still breathing & have contributed absolutely nothing.

Me?

I wanna be a great father, & a revolution leading rock star.

So far, nothings going as planned.

FML

Secondhand

2010-07-08T08:13:00.001-07:00

To my secondhand love interest, whom, faded colors & all, still remains as bright as the day he threw you away the first time. Your character is built of lint, easily picked at & undesirable, yet typically remains unnoticed by others. You were slighted used when he obtained you, &, by the time I received you, you’d grown worn & wrinkled. You started to accumulate stains over your breast pocket & your sleeves were a little looser. Sloppy people always leave an impression on what they used, but I took you home & cleaned you up. Or rather, I made an attempt at doing so. I treated you with my hands. My care. My self interest. And I made you just like new. Mark Twain said “Clothes make the man. Naked people have little or no influence on society.” Well, I did my share of patchwork to make you mine. And when I had you, hid it well away from society. But it was of no avail & now I lay bare, exposed only to illuminated pixels & the ignorance of the guessing. And I assume you lay elsewhere, in tatters. Unaware of how desperately I wish I was color safe bleach & that I could renew your glory. But you’re still marred. Useless & torn. But, maybe I merely lost you only for a while. Maybe someone simply borrowed you & failed to inform me. Maybe you were so stained that the dryer took pity on you & teleported you to the land of missing socks, so that men would no longer ruin you. But enough with all these maybe. No matter where you are. No matter who’s inside of you. For a moment, you were the fabric of my life.

Wow

2010-07-07T14:53:00.001-07:00

It's been far too long. I guess I've got to get back into this thing huh? Geez. Here goes nothing.

Sex On the Brain

2010-02-24T01:53:00.001-08:00

I'd like to say that I know what sex means to me, other than satisfaction of a primal urge, but I can't say that at all. But then again I could. It just depends on my mood. But when I consider sex over all, I have to say that sex (fucking, making love, coupling, boning…you get the point…) is a paradox.

Sex is an action, but everything that happens during that interaction is a unique instance pertaining to each individual. A factual matter of opinion. You give, you receive. You supply & you demand. During sex you are a tool & you are a user. The junkie drug dealer.

Sex is a selfless act, yet it is one of the greediest actions in life. It doesn’t matter how you view sex because the person sitting beside you probably sees it differently. Are you making love, or are you fucking? Is the person you’re with making love to you or fucking you? Might you be doing both with the same stroke? How can we describe sex? We know the part about copulating, but is that it? Is that all that there is to sex? When does it become something more than sex? Does sex truly ever become anything more than sex?

We hear people talk about good sex & bad sex all the time, but these are simply personal opinions. One man’s trash is another man's treasure. One man's fantasy is just another man's abomination. I’d like to say that we’re able to agree or disagree on what sex is, but that would be a load of bull. Each generation sees sexual behavior as something different.

Porn star or whore? Virgin or prude? Are you promiscuous , or are you free? Are you both or neither? Even if your beliefs & moral standards are different than those around you, you’re still stuck questioning yourself, & your actions. You can accept what they say or you can deny any of their words as false, but that simply creates another moral dilemma. Are you in denial about your actions? Or are you naïve in believing what they say? Maybe there could be a grey line somewhere, but to someone else there is no grey, only black & white.

These are questions that can only be answered by the individual self. I’d love to tell you what sex is. I’d like to believe that it’s more than a simple interaction between genitalia, but I can’t tell you what sex is to you. Our views & opinions may differ, but that shouldn’t stop us from delving deeper into the subject. Maybe this has been an eye opener, maybe not. All I can truly tell you about sex is that I’d like to have some. And that’s all I have to say, for now.

Vicious Cycle

2010-02-22T01:28:00.001-08:00

On the day destiny called she didn't tell me anything other that what she was wearing
On the day that destiny knocked she came to me wearing nothing but a trench coat
And a pair of fishnets

If mankind wasn't susceptible to such hunger there would only be "six deadly"
So know that when you look at me you only observe me
You do not truly know me
I do not truly know you
But maybe our minds are on the same thing
Know that you are not alone
If there is an inkling of curiosity
All she must to do
"Cut the foreplay and just ask"
-Fight Club
We fight ourselves
Our wantings
Our nature
And it pains us because we simply refuse to
ask
But if you've never thought about it
You've never lived

I've forsaken love songs for music to fuck to
Booty mixes & stripper songs fill the void...
No wait. That's bullshit
Let me try again

I've forsaken love for fucking
Booty mixes & stripper songs fill my head with her lust
She dances in my mind uninhibited, free from the worlds judgement
Free from the insecurities that plague her mind
Free of heartache
It's not her love I crave for I am full
Full of myself wishing she was filled by me
Felt by me
Full of me
Desire creates...

Wait. That's more bs.

I create what I desire
From the top of her head down to her painted toes
Living fantasy
Warm doll featuring a heartbeat & opinions
The things that mortals proclaim as "beyond real"
I've shaped of clay

Innocent conversations pertaining to sex lives?
Pray tell me fleshling, how does that work?
Might you describe how he held you?
Will you tell me how he kissed your painted canvas?
Do you come to me to confess your blaspheming?
Was is to your delight?
Did you think of someone better?
Perhaps you thought of me?

I'll light our cigarettes

All that satisfies me wrapped in a beautiful sack of skin, blood, & bones
And she belongs to me
When walking through day dreams
Devouring what Morpheus has allowed my plate to hold
I consume her
Every time we embrace she wraps me in her warmth
As she places her arms round my back
My neck
My shoulders
This flesh draped in clothing
Holding me tight against her
Either stealing my heat
Greeting me with my name on her tongue
Or to the comforting of her mind
I pray they were her legs
That we were wrapped in comforters destined only to be tossed aside
That her name
And her body was on my...
...not including this one?... Six lines up, eighth word
And that I was on her mind

She is my dessert
She is delicious
Like great scotch or good whiskey
She is warm & inviting
"Face hug". Vulgar or honest
Both, neither, screw it
I want to
From Dusk Til Dawn:
"Richie, would you do me a favor and eat my pussy for me...please?"

Fantasizing through smoke filled conversations with bright eyed muses
The minds of men create illusions based on hope
Our darkest moments may happen during the brightest hours
My watch only tells the possible future
So when you ask me for the time I restrain from saying "To get naked"
It's half past 69 & I've only just begun

Never forget:
Chance, fate, & desire are stripper names
Karma is a bitch
But I wouldn't mind hitting that
Maybe she'll pay it back

Vicious cycle

Stupid Person

2010-02-22T00:01:00.000-08:00

"Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love."

~Neil Gaiman. The Sandman: Vol. 09: The Kindly Ones

Self Absorbed Deity's Music About Narcissism

2009-12-25T01:10:00.000-08:00

I love myself

You love myself

(One day...I'll finish this...but for now Let me explain where I wanted this to go. This was intended to be a glorification of self. All of the ideas of Pride where supposed to be laid bare here within these words. Shield. Strong. Impervious to any opinions other than those which are self produced. I wanted this piece to display an over abundance of self worth. Confident. Assured of greatness, but not pompous to the point you had to hate him/her. I wanted to create a character you were willing to hate. In this day and age we are affirmation seekers, unsure of value, yet some of us are extremely quick with attempts to break down the confidences of others. We don't agree when they say they're beautiful. We tell them to get over themselves. But when someone is at their lowest point, cry, upset, willing to hurt themselves, we do our best to tell assure them of their attractiveness. Why? Because you are Self Absorbed Deity's. This is Music About Narcissism. You can't admit it because you're socially conditioned not to. But SOME of you love nothing but yourselves & you despise the enjoyment of others. You smile when others are enjoying themselves, but you don't mean it. You're fake. Plastic. You're sociopaths. It's kinda beautiful. If it wasn't for the fact that you needed appropriate emotional responses to get by in the day to day world you'd be out eating people. But this is an ode to you. To those whom love themselves. To those who don't care what others think. This is a song for those whom give no fuck. There will only be pride in these words. When it's written, I hope you'll enjoy it.)

Smile Forever

2009-12-23T13:41:00.001-08:00

I told the future it could fuck itself

I want you with me & I want nothing else

But what I want for you is joy & no confusion

So I say leave this place girl just keep on movin

Just know I care for you and that I always will

But I might die from your goodbye because broken hearts do kill

Your friend & your delight but not your everything

My heart races at the sight of you & I don’t know what it means

I have no poker face cant read the cards I’m delt

Don’t know what you’ve done to me or why I feel what I’ve never felt

Can’t look you in the eye don’t understand the way I feel

Hoped that this was an illusion but my love for you is real

Carve your image into my dreams your voice becomes my song

Hold me captive every second & I’ll listen all day long

Conflicted by the way I feel & how I should behave

But my heart is not the boss of me, no I am not a slave

My mind may flood with thoughts but I try not to drown

I’ve been to this place before & I am wiser now

I’m stronger than an impulse yet sometimes it cripples me

Because even when I’m with you, we can never be

So goodbye to the place where you’ll leave a love you’ve never known

Can I ever forget your embrace? Heaven only knows

But I’ll always cherish our moments & the times we had together

So if I never see you again just remember to smile forever

Convince Yourself

2009-12-14T21:33:00.003-08:00

I held your hand as your face leaked
And tears were all that you could speak
I sat in silence then built you up
As you were breaking down I fell in love
I didn't give you wings I just taught you how to fly
You were beautiful on your own You never had to try
All you needed was a bit of encouragement
Needed to realize that you were heaven sent
You and only you designs yourself
You write your own destiny leave that to no one else
But I'll be damed if I don't want you so fucking bad
I'll guarantee sweetie I'll be the best love you've ever had
But the heart wants what it want and your heart don't want me
I enjoyed the time we had together but lets forget everything
Forget I ever said that bit about me loving you
Or convince yourself it was a lie not a part of it was true
Because that's just what I've done my dear and I swear I'll do it again
I'd rather be with you than without even if I have to play pretend
I wanna say that my heart doesn't ache sometimes God knows that it does
But if I can just stay at your side I swear I'll give up love

So hurry
Hurry
Hurry up
Make my words a memory

Be Merry

2009-12-14T21:33:00.001-08:00

Her body writhes in the name of lust
Her flesh is amazing
Screaming with excitement
Unsure of her longing
Her wanting is her embarrassment
Brain washed and taught by self loathers
She is not free
I give this flesh
An offering
A soulless heartless shell
Research material
A meal to devour
Sex & shop lifting
I become her media
and for a while the masterpiece
But there is no rest for the wicked
Not when others tell you what happiness is
But for a moment there was clarity
Your hunger was filled
Your thirst was quenched
Power coursed through your veins
And sleep was upon your eyes
As a smile ran across your face

But sunrise shone rays of doubt through your bed room window and they hit you where it hurt

Your faith

Just know that I see you as only human
A pile of flesh supported by bones
You are an animal
Imperfect and wanting
Hurting and confused
I can not fix you
Because there is nothing wrong
Simply eat and be full
Drink and be satisfied
Fuck and be merry.

S&M (Sex & Metal)

2009-12-14T21:32:00.003-08:00

Outstandingly profound/
I'm bound, I'm chained, restrained by my own will/
Again I let my inhibitions go for just a simple thrill/
You want? Then take! I'll scream and break and break then I'll scream again/
Don't stop! I'm there! Please don't be scared/ You wanted me to let you in/
Now stop acting like a bitch and choke me until I'm numb/
Don't tell me you love me. Don't say that you need me
Please just make me...
Whole again/ I'm home again/ I'm back where I belong/
Got a fist full of hair and a hand full of you, while the headboard plays our song/
Put it on repeat/ between the sheets/ between your legs your great divide/
Don't call me that! I'm not like him! Baby I'm the furthest from divine/
So welcome to the dark side of love/ I wanted to be let in/
Now I don't want to escape this place and I never want it to end
Give me the all of the animal that you deny exist/
In exchange for your surrender I'll trade you happiness/
Just like satan walking with Jesus I'll give you all you ask/
All I request is that you let me win and finish last/
Because I am so fond of taking as I please/
It's nice for a change of pace to be the one who bleeds/
So don't shy away from me. Let loose you rage and your disgust/
Because this is not a matter of heart/ you are only here for lust
Because I am so fond of taking as I please/
It's nice for a change of pace to be the one who bleeds/
So don't shy away from me. Let loose you rage and your disgust/
Because this is not a matter of the heart/ you are only here for lust

Second Rule

2009-12-14T21:32:00.001-08:00

"Thou shalt not make unto thee any graven image, or any likeness of any thing that is in heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath..."

But here I am
Carving your image into paper
Weaving your tapestry
Constructing a monument to your glory
Yet I know not what to say

Do I ramble on endlessly about the perfect color and feel of your skin?
Shall I describe your gentle touch and how it brings me comfort and heartache?
Maybe I'll speak of your eyes, their beauty, and how I fall to pieces when they look upon me.
Or might I mention the curves of your physique? Or more so, profanely explain how we dance in my mind?
Your name ripples the air as it escapes the tongue and brings ecstasy to the wind and all who are able to hear.
Your voice has never belonged to an angel. It is yours and yours alone, strong and magnificent.
Though I know you are no goddess, the form you possess is greater than any statue erected in their names.
All the praise that brings honor to you could fill a battle field of heart broken suitors, and there could never be build a pedestal high enough for you to view all the fallen.

There are too many aspects. Too many characteristics. Far too many amazing thoughts of an idealistic you. In these words you are absolute. You are perfect.

But are you content with such flattery, or would you rather hear a heart craved from honesty and truth? Would you rather know the tongue of a man, and not that of a serpent, a poet? Will you allow these letters to be raised an effigy that will hang bare then burned in your name? Or would you rather know how these eyes see you? How these hands touch you? How this heart knows you?

Well allow me to strip the world bear of it's expectations of romances and spoken work. Grant me the ability to destroy the dreams of those who would use artistic value to pray upon the hearts of lovers. Hear this and hear this well, for blunt is an instrument, sincerity is an a lost art, and you...well...

You're pretty damn awesome.

Free Refills

2009-12-14T21:31:00.002-08:00

Life is crazy

Curiosity is a sin
Blasphemous and disgusting

To hold the tongue is a virtue that many of us have forgotten
Lessons learned the hard way
A generation of stove touchers

Pain is a matter of perspective
Relevant only in the moment
Fleeting
Easily forgettable

Confusion is an intricate pattern
An adventure unto itself
Emotional
Undecipherable
Beautiful

Hope is a fools mead
Bitter
Sweet
Obliterating
Long lasting
And there are free refills

(To be continued?)

Curious Zombies

2009-12-14T21:31:00.001-08:00

Curiosity kills cats, but the cats never die.
They just become zombies of lingering awkward moments that live not too long on their own
and their fuel is that silence time of the day where everybody in a noisy room becomes quite all at once and nobody knows why
It's disturbing, confusing, fear inspiring, shameful, and worst of all personal.

A Real Boy

2009-10-07T10:21:00.001-07:00

Lying through my teeth doesn't take words. My smile will do just fine.

Digital Girl (16bars)

2009-10-05T12:34:00.000-07:00

I seen her more times then I’ve seen Finding Nemo
I’m not Japanese but I can be your Hero
Lets go crazy and bootleg our own scenes so
We can hit the Dolby surround and let the hood know
That I’m the best you ever had with no batteries
Airport search sex girl- all cavities
Gone head let the neighbors call in the cleverly
SWAT team come for us it’s all flattery
Keep the heels- on lets lose sanity
Let’s have sex in front of the vanity
Flex my pecks just a little bit of vanity
I got a big ego
But that aint even all yo and she can tell you
She just can’t leave it alone
She want every inch she can get from me
And that’s why she blow up my phone
She wanna fuck forever manye

Guns & Love

2009-10-05T11:48:00.001-07:00

The stars began decaying
Our hope is slowly fading
And I know that you
or nothing else can save me

From this view that’s so amazing
Watching as the sky falls baby
And the all morals run for safety

So lets stay here
Where the guns and love reside
Covered in the burning glow of night
And let the sirens cry

Lay down and drink here
Smile and watch the buildings burn
Forget the useful things we’ve learned
And hear all the saints hold God in scorn

Let this place turn to ash
Lets makes angels in those remnants
Pretend they’re begging our forgiveness
We’ll laugh and grant them no deliverance
Make them pay in bloody vengeance

Eye for an eye
They say that it makes us all blind
Well lets see them try to take mine
And I swear I’ll take
More than an eye

It’s the signs of the time
Yet none of us wear watches
We just play games we’d forgotten
While the corpses dance and rotten

Complete Truth

2009-10-05T02:48:00.000-07:00

Maybe it's the many drinks speaking
But their truth is unquestionable
Without refrain and doubt
Uninhibited
Invincible
I wish I could have spent my night with you
I may never see you again
And no one likes to see potential pass by

Though pride says this is unacceptable
Humility says peace and good luck

Whenever birds pass overhead I'll think "Fly"
And be reminded of you

If restraint is a show of character
I'm one of the lost Dwarfs
I mean wow
Look at you
Passion is Lusts cousin
I'm kind of digging both

But I don't know who I'm into more
And I don't know you
Plus I'm slightly too jaded to know you as I wish I could

So what could be a great friendship
Is tainted by my hormones and self interest
And what could be one hot fling
Is crushed by my self control and respect for you
Like I said before
My body hates me
And my soul loves me
Conflicts of interest is a language as old as time
And damn is it fun to decipher
But I'm pretty sure the hieroglyphics still read the same:
"Nice guys finish last"

_______________________________________
Wisdom teaches you to leave it alone
Hope tells you to try even a little

Fear is a bitch and a powerful mistress
Confidence is a mistress and a powerful bitch

impatient & Dying

2009-10-05T02:28:00.001-07:00

We sit around like leashed dogs outside of coffee shops
Impatient & Dying for just a little attention

All we do is make small talk that leads no where
Or a lot of big talk that uses the same gps directions

What do I have to do to gain your affection
What must I do to gain any affection at all

If I ask for a kiss then you say I'm desperate
If I don't ask then I'm just as desperate

Disconnected
Heartless
Relentless
Unmerciful
Facade obeying emotion bullies

No one embraces any more
At least not for the joy of human contact

The days of telling someone you like them have died out like calligraphy
Simple beauty is no longer tolerated

Any show of the slightest pure unadulterated interest is immediately discarded like trash
Honesty is no longer the best policy

When was your last hug
When was your last kiss

When was your last honest attempt at genuine infatuation
When was the last time you liked someone and DIDN'T plan to fuck them

Emotional integrity is lacking albeit dead altogether
Virtuousness is no longer a part of our diction

But I bet a lot of you find the word diction funny for no reason

Down Time

2009-10-02T02:15:00.000-07:00

I wonder what it would be like to kiss you
But I also wonder what it would be like if Pokemon were real
So don't think this is going to be beautiful
This is not what society requested
Don't think of this as a poem about you
Think of it more as me talking to myself through a keyboard about you
The only difference is that I'll post it for you to read

I wonder what it would be like to fuck you
But if I really wanted to know I probably would have said "make love"
Because I know that when you read this and see the word "Fuck", my chances of being able to fuck you into oblivion, will decrease greatly
But that's just an assumption

I wonder what it would be like to hold your hand and jump in puddles on a beautiful rainy day
But that will never happen
Not because you're not the type to seek such great joy
But because I don't have insurance
Fuck the flu

I want to know what it's like to wake up next to you sober and able to remember everything I said and did the night before
Waking up next to you drunk is pretty cool too
It's like getting a really good prize in my Cracker Jacks
But these Cracker Jacks were rum flavor and they got you reallllly wasted and you really hope that you didn't stick your dick in the prize unprotected even though the prize is kinda freakin hot

Just some thoughts I was thinking about you in my [insert title of poem here]

Eyes of the Wise

2009-08-25T00:50:00.000-07:00

Willing destroying aspects of my reality, I find euphoria in the form of bloodshot eyes. Thirty eight hours of slumber in one week fuels me. My internal clock constantly flashes 12:00

Still Endless

2009-07-23T13:55:00.000-07:00

Rubbed elbows with Death came back & fell in love/
saw the face of the abyss & found my first crush/
no wings but a black tanktop rocking an ahnk chain/
while her nephew pluck out a song to make the stars sing/
Destiny brought Delight while Desire was in the air/
but my Delusion with the Destruction of my heart brought Despair/
I guess the Dream of our loves too much to bare/
but she's Endless so I don't care.

Aadreus

2009-07-23T13:43:00.000-07:00

Michigan and the surrounding great lakes area is filled with nothing short of the most hungry, talented, and ambitious young rock artist to have ever lived the dream of stardom. But now a monster has surfaced on these waters. A beast, created out of the wrath of The God himself, here to destroy every last vertebra in your tiny weak spine. This creature is called Aadreus.
Personally, after being forced to consume puke-worthy amounts of prepackaged, commercialized radio rock, the sound that Aadreus pumps out is great enough to earn them a spot on my list of kick ass rock bands. The originality of this amazingly talented group is an invigorating change of pace. Young and ready to own your face, Detroit based Aadreus isn’t, “Changing the face of rock”, but, they are, all too quickly, giving a lift to the mug this genre.
With seemingly effortless amounts of talent on stage, Aadreus’ live show has audience members flying through the air, and participating in ways that one doesn’t usually see with local crowds. They get everyone on their feet and out of their shells, holding the masses captive as willing participants on an amazing ride. This is not for those humdrum, “I’m bored. What do you want to do?”, jerk offs who only stand in as posers. Aadreus is for TRUE rock music fans who can appreciate a beautiful sound.
You can feel the effort and the love emanating from the speakers as the intense, high energy rifts of Reeyann (Lead guitar), combine with the beautifully powerful songs of Scarlet (Lead vocalist). Tying the entire experience together, Dr. Grogats (Bassist), Marsion (Rhythm guitar) , and WRATH (drums), pound and mash out melodic, crowd pleasing, neck snapping sound. You are truly doomed to fall in love. There is a certain point in their set, a place where you find yourself sweating, panting, aching, but wanting and begging for more. At that point you have no choice but to admit it: Aadreus has your soul.
Together this five piece creates a driving force that pleases even the most critical of rock junkies.
Aadreus makes for a remarkably enjoyable experience, instantly converting you into a member of their ever expanding collective. Their driving rifts, amazing drums, and expertly delivered lyrics, compel you to nod your brains out. So attend their next concert, jump up and down until your legs ache, go to mass on Sunday and mosh the hell out of the nearest nun.

I'll yell

2009-07-02T01:04:00.000-07:00

Twice as loud.

The Song of Man

2009-06-28T20:56:00.000-07:00

I sought to delight in your love & taste of your nectar, but could not entice you to bloom. I kneel & sing of your beauty. Sorrowfully, you turn away, leaving me in the shadow of your despair. My advances are unto music for your soul. The greatest of flattery's you could conceive, lest you gave birth to the devils tongue. And while it pleases you, your heart is as ice. My dear, I can do no more. I am not Orpheus.

Lets

2009-06-28T07:59:00.000-07:00

Lets not discuss they heavens today
Or the disgusting human beings that led us astray
Lets talk about- hum- how bout nothing in particular
Lets just lay in bed & I'll tell you what you want to hear
No my dear, not in the condescending manner
I'll intrigue you with my witty insightful delightful banter
Or we can say fux it take a que from David Banner
So Shawty can't Say we'll Play all day or whateva ;-D

Frustration Completion

2009-06-27T17:31:00.000-07:00

Sometimes I find it hard to breathe
Can't concentrate cuz of this thing
It breaks my heart, my chest is freezing
Cold, f*cking without meaning
I close my eyes I feeling it being/
That's all it does- and it's because- it's patiently waiting to be freed of me/
I know this power that's just eating me
And I fear what it can do
While I'm laying next to you
Like wolfs underneath the starry sky we're howling at the moon

I'm just an animal/ F*ck! I'm so sorry but this flesh is killing me/ It's trying to get rid of me/ But you can help don't want your love- there's another type of healing....I need

I need
That I want
Complete me

The Pivot Questionnaire

2009-06-23T11:43:00.000-07:00

Originally created by Bernard Pivot, host of "Bouillon de Culture", as a formula that may express the true nature of whomever answers with honesty... this 10 question template has garnered recent fame as being administered by James Lipton at the end of every episode of "Inside the Actor's Studio" to his guest of honor. I invite everyone who reads this to answer the questionnaire for yourself. You must explain the reasoning behind your answers as well. Perhaps in my comment section of this post?

1. What is your favorite word?
Smooth. Smooth is the best word because it is very versatile. It can be used in sarcastic jest, or honest observation and description. Smooth is just so smooth.

2. What is your least favorite word?
Interesting. Some people pronounce it as instra-string. I really hate that from the bottom of my heart it kills me.

3. What turns you on creatively, spiritually or emotionally? Music. There is a song for every moment in my life. Some I've written, some I've heard, some that haven't been created yet. Music is a part of the soul.

4. What turns you off?
Obnoxiousness. Loud boisterous people who realize that they are loud and completely obscene but blame it on their up bringing. Grow up. Stop being ghetto in the suburbs.

5. What is your favorite curse word?
Fuck. It is something I want to do all the time, yet something I don't give. It's a crazy word. I mean if you really want to get "fuck" across, you can hold the starting F for such a long time. It's like revving up a car. "Fffffffffffuuuuckkkkk."

6. What sound or noise do you love?
The heart beat of whom ever I'm sleeping next to. It's a beautiful thing. It makes me feel peaceful even when I feel the world is ending.

7. What sound or noise do you hate?
The sound of water dripping one drop at a time. It throws off my chi and makes me kill.

8. What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?
DJ. Who wouldn't want to rock the party and more than some peoples 40 hour pay check in one weekend.

9. What profession would you not like to do?
Pilot. Fuck airplanes.

10. If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates? "Hey Kevin. What's going on? Wanna play Uno?"

Concerning The Cosmos

2009-06-06T16:53:00.000-07:00

My mind whirls with ideas of finding the words that make your heart flutter
I close my eyes and imagine you smiling as your soul warms from my verse
In a world of inspiration my finger tips on this keyboard are your waist and spine
And you are highly ticklish
But in this reality you are miles away dealing with a life of your own
Suitors have come and gone while you hardly have a memory of my voice
The girl I met so many years ago has become a women I no longer know
And I must be honest, I would love to study your metamorphosis
Though it may not be woven into the sisters tapestry
Not written into the book of the Living God
Or in the cards I was dealt
I take delight in hoping to feast my eyes upon your beauty
And while these hopes are sent out in to the universe
No, into all of the unknown entitled "Concerning The Cosmos"
Patiently I sit behind this desk, eyes adjusted to back lighting and I wait for your reply
But I really don't mind

The Simple Things

2009-06-05T09:21:00.000-07:00

If you read this and know that you are not missed then truly this song is about you. If you have read anything else I've written and thought it was cute and then reminded yourself that it's for someone else, then this song is about you. Do not for an instant believe that I am lacking in malicious intent, for I am the man who listened to Nero fiddle while Rome burned and I smiled while making angels in the ashes of men, women and children. No. I am not a monster. I just enjoy the simple things in life.

Suspended

2009-05-31T09:14:00.000-07:00

There are only so many poems I've written for you , so many words I've spoken of your beauty, so many times I've acknowledged your greatness to my own embarrassment, yet so few times I've seen you. You make my heart race, fall and break into what appear to only be smaller hearts. Alas, it seems as though you're just a delusion of splendid bliss, never to be obtained. Helen of Troy, on my monitor.

Bricks Remix

2009-05-18T18:28:00.000-07:00

Got Bricks/ build a house bricks/ 40 acres and a mule kinda black sh*t/ Bob The Builder b*tch/ No pricey whips/ but no tax evasion or the FEDs all on my tip/ No spinnin rims/ cuz I don't need them/ You know I sell trees/ and if you need these/ Then I got spruce, pine, birch and them evergreen/ Bricks/ build a house bricks/ Go buy some property and try and see your kids/ Bricks.

Status Free Style1

2009-05-17T20:37:00.001-07:00

My rhymes stay dirty man/ lower than Lohan at her lowest outta rehab giving hand jobs to old men/ My shit is gold man/ Got money like my last name was Goldman/ OH MAN!/ "He knows Hebrew"/ so cool/ Jewish/ Shalom to all those who can't do but boo this/ I'm Nike rap in a room filled with virgins I just do it.

Interest In Immortality

2009-05-17T11:40:00.000-07:00

To the goddess with no passion for mankind and no interest in immortality. She who denies her tears to expresses her heart but can't quit her addiction of giving a damn. Coveted by the eyes of man, her suitors are many, though she lacks any witness of their cries. Her love belongs to another and she has no willingness to find out who. She whom speaks in sorrow and smiles through laughing grin. You are loved.

Destroy what you hate

2009-05-16T14:51:00.001-07:00

Should one not fear absolute freedom? We are merely animals who, some of which, believe in souls. Liberty and justice are only ideas of equality, and the idea of equality is based in lies and forced opinion. Who among your fellow man has not dreamed of a big house with maids to clean for you and chefs to prepare your own food though you are fully able to complete these task yourselves. We even bark orders to the person serving our fast food meal and treat them as servants. We deem ourselves superior to our peers the day we meet them. American and non. There is no freedom until you loose your mind. There is no liberty unless you can take it away. There are no values. There are only laws which implant the fear of alienation and fear of imprisonment. If you are truly free destroy what you hate, and then get back to me.

Amped

2009-05-16T14:48:00.001-07:00

I have observed your beauty from a distance when you've stood directly in front of me. It is said that one can not comprehend the face of God, so when he shows himself we are stricken dumb. Your appearance does the same to me, though you are only flesh and bones. Amped off of visualizations of you dancing though my mind. Planning what I would say to you if I got the chance to speak in your presence and fail. Infatuation.

Seek me with your soul

2009-05-16T14:47:00.001-07:00

There is no such thing as time or distance. Only what we believe there to be. So if you believe that there is love, that means there is love. Though perception and action are allowed to deceive the mind you still have a gut. Do not follow your heart or find me pleasing to your eyes. March to the beat of a drummer with a rhythm that will never cease and vision that will never falter and seek me with your soul.

It's been a while

2009-05-16T07:35:00.000-07:00

WOWWWW April 9th? How'd that happen? Oh I can tell you...I DON'T HAVE THE INTERNET AT MY MAMAS CRIB and I've been house hopping while I'm working out in taylor. Crazy right. Not really. Don't agree with me just because I said it. I'm going to try to blog more often even if it's just on my laptop and I load them all through a thumb drive when I get the chance to get online. You cool with that? Hell yeah you are. Pax.

Again, More Thinking

2009-04-09T14:29:00.000-07:00

Too many thoughts are running through the big ol' head of mine and I don't really know what to do about them. All the thoughts of success that fly through my brain as I sit in bed with nothing to do and no where to go and no cash to do or go anywhere if I could. I dunno what to do with myself. I try. I think I'm going to get a job at BRU, which would be awesome and it would keep me busy. I just want to be successful in my endeavors (the ones I deem noble anyway). *sigh*

Bored

2009-04-02T17:34:00.000-07:00

Mannnnnnn.......I am so bored. I haven't had too much to do lately besides sit around and be black. Sure I've had the time to get sexier than all get out and go on a dope as job interview, but for the most part I haven't had too many chances to get out and shake my ass. I went out last Friday to club Envy (Detroit) because my girl Randi was throwing a party. I went out to a pool hall yesterday but that kind of went south. SOOOOOOOO now it's Thursday and I've got nothing to do. *sigh* I hope the rest of you are up to something fun and interesting. Take care. Peace.

What's in your backpack?

2009-03-26T12:54:00.000-07:00

Sooner or later I'm going to get some pics of whats in my backpack. I want to know what's in yours. Email me some pics or whatever and I'll post them. Peace.

My Comparative Intelligences

2009-03-19T06:55:00.001-07:00

Comparative Intelligences (fuck math)
verbal: 88
math: 61
spatial: 120
social: 113

Your highest IQ is spatial
High math scorers excel in quantative reasoning, logic, and analysis. You did well here because you are able to quickly calculate sums and understand the relation of the part to the hole, which is particularly useful on a dating website. If you're not an OkCupid member already, you should sign up (it's free!) We could always use more smart people.

Math is also the rarest of the strengths. While most people assume math skills are inborn, and this area of intelligence causes the most frustration in the general population, it is possible to hone this part of your brain. Your skills are already strong, but even doing simple things like calculating the restaurant tip in your head and memorizing phone numbers instead of typing them into your cell will develop your natural ability further. If you're in college and not already studying something technical, you should seriously consider it. People with high aptitude in this area usually get the best jobs and make the most money.
High verbal scorers are good with words, have large vocabularies, and are superlative writers and speakers. Since language is the primary way human beings communicate, high verbal scorers tend to be popular and, all things considered, are the best-liked of our four measurement groups (seriously, we know this by anonymously correlating IM volume on OkCupid).

A high verbal score also indicates well-developed critical thinking skills and the ability to see through bullshit—a high scorer can more quickly get the gist of an argument or line of reasoning. We were surprised to see that many high verbal scorers on our site are successful in business because writers we know don't make much money. We now think this is because well developed bullshit-detection, when combined with verbal high scorers' natural powers of persuasion, makes an exceptional negotiator. In fact, OkCupid's CEO holds most of the in-office records on the verbal questions of this test.

Of course writers, journalists, editors, and other more artistic types score highly in Verbal skill as well, making this the most diverse of our four measurement groups.
High spatial scorers understand physical space, recognize color, and interpret visual images quickly and accurately. It should go without saying that these people are the most artistic of our four measurement groups. They're also the most confident and self-sufficient. Also, according to the picture-rating data we've accumulated on OkCupid, high spatial scorers tend to be significantly more attractive than average. We've asked a couple scientists friends of ours why this is, and they have no idea (they're geologists), but the correlation is quite strong. Our current theory is: this group is the best-dressed of our test takers by a wide margin, and that's affected the ratings. Just so you know, we have actually checked all the above claims anonymously against our user data.

In college and the job market, visual art, like painting or illustration, is the obvious choice for high spatial scores. Graphic design, web design, and advertising are other possible, and perhaps more stable, careers. An interesting trend we've observed in our data: high spatial scorers who have found an outlet for their natural creativity, even if it's not their full-time pursuit, have a very high overall 'life-satisfaction' rating, while high spatial scorers without that outlet—like those who have become lawyers or accountants—have the lowest rating among our entire user base.
Those with high social intelligence excel, in short, at reading people. They are able to sense the motivations, the attitudes, and in some cases the inner thoughts of those around them. On the IQ Adventure test, we tested for body-language and lie-detection, as these are the most important specific skills. We've found, after correlating scores here with the known patterns of our user-base, those who score high on social intelligence form the most and longest-lasting inerpersonal relationships. Verbal high scorers have a slightly better response rate on messages sent, but social high scorers have by far the better success rate with real-word dates.

Social intelligence is the most practical of all the subjects we measure. Your interpersonal skills are tested hundreds of times a day, and far more can depend on even the most routine conversation that on, say, a word problem or logic puzzle. Interestingly, the savant phenomenon is almost unknown in this intelligence dimension. It appears that up-bringing and practice are the only ways to develop exceptional social ability. It cannot be inborn. This group's power of empathy andIn short, ability to sense (and sometimes manipulate) other people's desires provides a broad foundation for professional and social success. In short, having this type of intelligence enhances all of your other abilities.
social is your second strongest area
High math scorers excel in quantative reasoning, logic, and analysis. You did well here because you are able to quickly calculate sums and understand the relation of the part to the hole, which is particularly useful on a dating website. If you're not an OkCupid member already, you should sign up (it's free!) We could always use more smart people.

Math is also the rarest of the strengths. While most people assume math skills are inborn, and this area of intelligence causes the most frustration in the general population, it is possible to hone this part of your brain. Your skills are already strong, but even doing simple things like calculating the restaurant tip in your head and memorizing phone numbers instead of typing them into your cell will develop your natural ability further. If you're in college and not already studying something technical, you should seriously consider it. People with high aptitude in this area usually get the best jobs and make the most money.
High verbal scorers are good with words, have large vocabularies, and are superlative writers and speakers. Since language is the primary way human beings communicate, high verbal scorers tend to be popular and, all things considered, are the best-liked of our four measurement groups (seriously, we know this by anonymously correlating IM volume on OkCupid).

A high verbal score also indicates well-developed critical thinking skills and the ability to see through bullshit—a high scorer can more quickly get the gist of an argument or line of reasoning. We were surprised to see that many high verbal scorers on our site are successful in business because writers we know don't make much money. We now think this is because well developed bullshit-detection, when combined with verbal high scorers' natural powers of persuasion, makes an exceptional negotiator. In fact, OkCupid's CEO holds most of the in-office records on the verbal questions of this test.

Of course writers, journalists, editors, and other more artistic types score highly in Verbal skill as well, making this the most diverse of our four measurement groups.
High spatial scorers understand physical space, recognize color, and interpret visual images quickly and accurately. It should go without saying that these people are the most artistic of our four measurement groups. They're also the most confident and self-sufficient. Also, according to the picture-rating data we've accumulated on OkCupid, high spatial scorers tend to be significantly more attractive than average. We've asked a couple scientists friends of ours why this is, and they have no idea (they're geologists), but the correlation is quite strong. Our current theory is: this group is the best-dressed of our test takers by a wide margin, and that's affected the ratings. Just so you know, we have actually checked all the above claims anonymously against our user data.

In college and the job market, visual art, like painting or illustration, is the obvious choice for high spatial scores. Graphic design, web design, and advertising are other possible, and perhaps more stable, careers. An interesting trend we've observed in our data: high spatial scorers who have found an outlet for their natural creativity, even if it's not their full-time pursuit, have a very high overall 'life-satisfaction' rating, while high spatial scorers without that outlet—like those who have become lawyers or accountants—have the lowest rating among our entire user base.
Those with high social intelligence excel, in short, at reading people. They are able to sense the motivations, the attitudes, and in some cases the inner thoughts of those around them. On the IQ Adventure test, we tested for body-language and lie-detection, as these are the most important specific skills. We've found, after correlating scores here with the known patterns of our user-base, those who score high on social intelligence form the most and longest-lasting inerpersonal relationships. Verbal high scorers have a slightly better response rate on messages sent, but social high scorers have by far the better success rate with real-word dates.

Social intelligence is the most practical of all the subjects we measure. Your interpersonal skills are tested hundreds of times a day, and far more can depend on even the most routine conversation that on, say, a word problem or logic puzzle. Interestingly, the savant phenomenon is almost unknown in this intelligence dimension. It appears that up-bringing and practice are the only ways to develop exceptional social ability. It cannot be inborn. This group's power of empathy andIn short, ability to sense (and sometimes manipulate) other people's desires provides a broad foundation for professional and social success. In short, having this type of intelligence enhances all of your other abilities.

I'm The Loverboy

2009-03-19T06:18:00.000-07:00

The Loverboy
Random Gentle Love Master (RGLM):

Well-liked. Well-established. You are The Loverboy. Loverboys thrive in committed, steady relationships—as opposed to, say, Playboys, who want sex without too much attachment.

You’ve had many relationships and nearly all of them have been successful. You’re a nice guy, you know the ropes, and even if you can be a little hasty with decisions, most girls think of you as a total catch. Your hastiness comes off as spontaneity most of the time anyhow, making you especially popular in your circle of friends, too.

You know not to make the typical Loverboy mistake of choosing someone who appreciates your good humor and popularity, but who offers nothing in return. You belong with someone outgoing, independent, and creative. Otherwise, you’ll get bored. And then instead of surprising her with flowers or a practical joke, you’ll surprise her by leaving.

Pissy Sleep

2009-03-17T03:01:00.000-07:00

Awake
Devouring bowls full of sugar coated restlessness and watching paid programs as though I were a child on Saturday morn
A cartoons and cereal consuming zombie
But damnit,
I'm a grown man
And I am not entertained

I suppose this is no different than a child pissing his sheets
I can't control my sleep
He can't control his piss
Neither of us really want to
But in the end it make a mess
And turn us into little bitches when the shit hits the fan
But pissing the bed wont make you fall asleep at the wheel of a destiny and crash into emotional barrier during the progression of the day
Potentially mucking up already mucky relationships
Causing you to forget most of the day and not understand why your tires are flat and your windshields all broken out

Insomnia is sexy crazy booty call with one leg
She comes and goes as she pleases but it's funny to see her hop towards you and try to be seductive.
I know that didn't make sense
Didn't I just say I was sleepy?

The Same Story

2009-03-14T23:13:00.000-07:00

To the beat located here: (copy paste) http://www.zshare.net/audio/5706114503734784. Download it, do work over it and let Www.Twitter.com/RhymeStyle hear it. Have fun.

I can’t sleep cuz the moons full
It’s either that or this 4 pack of Redbull
Head full of young rebel but with no cause
Brain storm in full effect but it’s on pause
In short I’m far sighted in my minds iris
Mind racing but my bodies stuck so far behind it
Too inpatient talent wasted working dead end
Optimist with broken heart for how my life’s been

Beyond Reason

2009-03-10T18:25:00.000-07:00

I am beyond reason
Death scream 2 the winds of the 4 seasons
Block out suns & devouring all light
Until the cosmos is one big goodnight
I am the gift of the empty
Energy is the only thing that’s in me
All power YES
I’m too much for this mortal flesh
Explode from the soul until absolutely nothings left
Caged underdog but everybody is wrong
I am the only right
I am the only light
Silver cloud in the black hole
Sallow the stars whole
Call forth the angels of the pit so you'll all know
That the end is nigh
Don't die now because you could survive
Take my hand and join my side
Be one with me just cast away your pride

Bow before me
Let the world marvel in my glory
When the mountains fall into the sea
Nothings going to you save you but my love

And I will smile
When Armageddon sneaks up on you
I'll destroy all the day light
And crush the whole earth with the moon
And through it all
You'll all know that it was me
With wings spread wide in victory I'll be
Smiling

Silver

2009-03-08T03:54:00.000-07:00

I’m having more suicidal thoughts than Biggie
If I died you’d probably miss me
And just as soon you’d probably forget me
I hope my daughter can forgive me
Because every day I wake up
I know I give everything that’s in me
But for what
To have my whole world turn against me
Some days I can’t gather my strength
No matter how hard I try
I still pray and repent
But some days I don’t know why
When it seems all the villains living in the lap of luxury
While I’m on my knees praying
With angels pointing like “who the hell is he”
Four years of my life and it seems like eternity
They say the clouds have silver linings
But from here it’s kind of hard to see

So I've been thinking...

2009-02-27T15:01:00.000-08:00

about moving to a city where I wont need a friggen car. I walk everywhere and I enjoy walking. If I get a bike or a skateboard in a metropolitan area I'd be cool. Even an original RAZOR Scooter would be dope if I could live in downtown Detroit. We drove through Indianapolis three days ago and I almost stayed there. I have no idea if I'd like the people, but the city was dope. I want to move to a dope ass downtown area. Maybe get a loft?

A one bedroom apt? Somewhere with 24 hour Chinese food or Thai.

24 hour public transport. A city with a nice min-wage. GEEZ! I'm so itching to get a place to call my own.

Ay, world. Gimmie the loot!

Visiting: Holding Hands With Optimism

2009-02-19T04:10:00.000-08:00

So, I guess awhile ago I wrote this poem "Holding Hands With Optimism" and I never really read it. I happened to be going over it on another site and shook. I mean. I don't think I've written anything like this before and if I have I don't know it. Is this how I always write? Is this me?

I dunno, but either way I want you guys to take a look at it. I hope you enjoy it.

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"Holding Hands With Optimism"

Even still I can only think of you
As I plot the down fall of nations and total submission of mankind
I am a slave to your image
Thou shalt not's are being broken like teenage hearts as I covet your love
A love I'll never gain
A kiss I'll never have
Only converse through dinging boxes and choppy mobile service
But only this and praying make me feel this close to what I wont have in this life time
Do you sleep well at night knowing that I love you
Do you day dream of my touch
Are you caught off guard thinking you're talking to me but realize that the only one to listen
Is an empty room
In my sleep I've held many a phantom and felt the chill of a cool pillow
My life doesn't reek of daily agony
But at times like this I truly miss you
Mind racing with too many thoughts holding me a captive of Guantanamo insomnia
Can't keep this fear at bay no matter how irrational
Ninja zombies
Creepy right
But we'd laugh into the wee hours mocking sunlight and sleeping in
We were friends but lost something in our fiery passion or some other commonly used metaphor
All I know is that it's gone
But I know it existed
And knowing that God is love is enough to have me believe that our hope
Once crucified can achieve resurrection
And if it was nothing special to you then maybe we'll pull a Lazarus and amaze ourselves
So while holding hands with optimism may not get me anywhere
I'm sure it's a lot safer than raw dogging pessimism
And having to abort my dreams

Hiphop lolz

2009-02-18T11:22:00.000-08:00

I miss Eminem. Old Em:

"Ima kill you!
I anit done this aint the chorus
I aint even drag you through the woods yet to paint the forest"

-----So I wrote this.

I was born in a coffin
Detroit
The murder capital
Where we’ll slice your throat open
Then get high off of an Advil
It’s constantly raining anvils and x pills
Imagine happy black people living on Silent Hill
Insane, blood thirsty, church goers
All ready to kill
City filled with criminal Little Bills
The skies not blue with white clouds and shit
It’s ish
And that’s just about as good as it gets
Everyone is crazy just nobody knows it
We could get out when were young
But we all blow it
Nasty twisted mind state
Where women will gang rape
Then ask why you didn’t call
To go out for another date
Yep meathead
You heard what I said
If I’m ill
Then everybody is dead
Cuz I’m the sickest that there is
And this’ll probably spread
I was getting some head
Then I came excellences
I Took a shit on the world
It formed another continent
I’m blinding you with science bitch
And bleach in your eye drops
Got the necronamacon
Resurrected 2pac

Voices In My Head.

2009-02-16T21:58:00.000-08:00

If I told you that every time I read something written by my dad I hear his voice in my head. I know it sounds crazy. Some people have to have books narrated to hear someones voice, but every time, and I mean every time I read something written by my pops I hear him. I adore the voice that runs through my mind. I miss it.

See...what happened was...

2009-02-10T12:35:00.000-08:00

Okay! So, some of you know that I've been living in the down river area for a bit now, and the problem with that is I DON'T HAVE INTERNETS! SO! I'm sitting in Pantera (Panera) Bread listing to some Killswitch Engage, using up all their internet and writing to you guys because, well, I miss you all so much. It's nice down here. It's just like Detroit, but instead of angry black people it's filled with irate white people. Yay! *sigh*

But anyway I hope that all is well with my Ypsi and Detroit people and that things are going great.

Take care!
PEACE!

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Now playing: Killswitch Engage - The Arms Of Sorrow
via FoxyTunes

Doing It Big: LaToya Luke

2009-01-24T16:57:00.000-08:00

So, unless you’ve been living under the grayest, dullest, most boring looking rock in the middle of nowhere, you’ve, hopefully, noticed a change in your wardrobe. Maybe it’s all thanks to Killa Cam for wearing pink. Maybe our latest love is thanks to Kanye West for taking pink too damn far and kidnapping the rest of the color spectrum as well. I really don’t know. But what I do know is that with vibrant eye catching colors, and a color pallet containing more hues than a rainbow with attention deficit disorder, LaToya Luke is leaving her mark on the contents of your closet.

Coming out of Auburn Hills Michigan, LaToya Luke is the beautiful and creative mind behind LLRS (Live Life Royale' Style) designs. This young lady has vision beyond her years and a drive to match. The main concept behind her designs being fashion as an extension of self ,and she aims to make you feel amazing. “I do custom painted clothing. I started this because fashion has always been a passion of mine. I think it’s so great to be able to express myself with what I'm wearing. My clothes really explain how I’m feeling most days.”

Made to order, custom, one of a kind clothing and all done by hand. Could you ask for more? In a world where everyone is shopping at the same poppy stores, running around looking like clones and the sheeple celebrate their lack of creativity, a taste of originality is so sweet. “I'm inspired by my peers. So many of them seem to dress and look alike that I want to make sure I stand out from all of them. I'm not really into wearing clothes just because somebody else is wearing them or because of the name brand.” But, what is it?

When LaToya isn’t designing clothing and coming up with new concepts she’s just a normal girl, “I love reading anything that will keep my attention. Eating, sleeping, and listening to music. I'm pretty basic.” She may be the basic, but her clothing is anything but. So, is it Tokyo pop? 90’s Nu-tro? I don’t know, but I think it’s dope and I bet your mom has a pair of earrings you could wear to catch up with the times. All I know is that at some point in hip hop history London hipster invaded, had sex with New York B-boy and made some cute kids. This culture mash up is the focus of LLRS designs. Clothing that expels the boundaries of Old School and modern street wear.

But it’s an understatement to simply say that international style combined to gave birth to a whole new breed of threads. This fashion assault didn’t just add some new shirts to your closet. This movement changed the way you dress entirely. Making your tall tees played out, and your plain hoody plain garbage.

Two of the largest contributors to urban trends combined and completely sent fashion into a whole different direction. LaToya followed the same path, and never looked back. The patterns and color blends she creates are not the tacky combination your older brother wore to school holding his Trapper Keeper.

The LLRS collection has no little Spike Lee hats with the brim bent up. No loud parachute pants. No loose muscle shirts. And definitely no shoulder pads. “I've been doing a lot of research, finding different techniques to perfect my work. I’ve also been talking to other artist like myself, and it’s pretty fun learning first hand. I'm working on creating a men's line right now which is fun because I’m looking at designs from a man's point of view and it’s completely different for me.” With the women’s line in full effect and the expansion of her line due this coming spring, you can look forward to seeing much more from LaToya Luke and LLRS clothing. And with the update to your wardrobe you can also look forward to setting fire to that mess you call a closet and coming out from under that rock.

Kanye West Don Sneakers [LV Collection]

2009-01-23T12:53:00.000-08:00

The latest images of the Kayne West x Louis Vuitton Collection.

JAYDIOHEAD

2009-01-21T14:38:00.000-08:00

I'm not one to post my music taste and force everyone to listen to what I'm listening to, but if I had a gun I'd make you listen to this. I CAN NOT stop listening to this album. It's eating space on my Sansa as we speak. This is the dopest set of tracks released since your friends and girlfriends got their weave taken out. I'm just saying.

GET THIS ALBUM!

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Now playing: Jaydiohead - Optimistic Moment
via FoxyTunes

Obamicon.ME

2009-01-18T11:02:00.000-08:00

Some Randoms I did on the Obamicon.me site.

Fly Guy- Bare

2009-01-08T23:12:00.000-08:00

The world is an exhibit
You are either animals or a master piece
Still my pen draws you into life
And my heart nurtures your vision
My understanding is your cage
All of you are my creations
Though my art is destruction with a smile
I am not true damnit
I am far too good
Though genuine in all aspects
And better than you'd pray for
Your home is in my mind
The image you live is of my design
You do not make or break yourself
Can a clay jar throw itself to the ground
Save your worries and apologizes
Smile and be marry on your adventures
When you are gone I am everywhere
Hoping for your best
There with every step
I have not built you any greater than I pleased
You can never fail me for I am the curve
And do not think me arrogant
Your ideal of self is only a refection of your encouters
This holds true for me as well
But I am the mirror
This is my gallery
Stop and stare

Wonderfuls Words

2009-01-02T16:02:00.000-08:00

My Princess
Less the grace of God and the love of your mother
You are the reason I am alive
How long have I missed you and your scent
My child
The dreamer of reality
The reality of dreamers
My hope is not placed on your shoulders
My dreams are not left for you
Your creation is the fulfillment of all things important
You are the first born of hope
Hope that you are happy
Hope that you find joy
Hope that you have hopes of your own
Let no mortal crush your dreams
Only God himself may dash fantasy
And that is only to replace purpose
So to you Wonderful I leave all
What you decide to do with all is your choice
Take not the opinions of others into consideration
You are your own person
You are your own champion
And the Lord God is within you
Will he not lead you into righteousness
Will you not lead others to whatever destiny you please
You are the master of the universe
Obey yours and greatness is sure to follow
I love you

Future

Mom

2009-01-02T16:01:00.000-08:00

Mom
Annie
Mother
Unto you I declare greatness that is only less than Gods own
I can never thank you for allowing me to breathe
Your pain throughout the years
Your hard work and love
Your dedication and faith
I pray that I can be the man that you think you’ve raised
I will not pull down the heavens to show you what you’ve made
But I will reach for the stars to show you that I am trying
Please forgive me for my sins
I’m so sorry I don’t understand your concern
I apologize for your tears
I did not know what your heart felt
I never will
When Micah is old your concerns will be my own
They will not be attributed unto you
For they are the offspring of life
And will be born again anew
But you have done well
You have done your best
The rest is up to me
In your prayers think of yourself
You have shown enough concern for me
I will need your support until the end of life
But your support is love and hugs
You have made no mistakes
Only motherly choices
I respect you
I love you
I am grateful unto you
Forever

Elaine

2009-01-02T15:49:00.000-08:00

Woman
I must ask of you truly and with sincerity
How many lives have you saved
I for one can not comprehend this number
But it is far greater than you’ve allowed yourself to imagine
Your sins are forgiven by the one true God
Your stories are the savior to the fallen and those filled with doubt
I spoke of you as a queen and still do
You are always the hero
Capeless but invincible
To this day you are one of the most beautiful people I have encountered
Inside and out
No one will deny that you are gorgeous
And if they do they are full of lies
For a while I had closed my eyes and heart to all others
I have learned my lesson
Love at first sight is clearly dangerous and powerful
But it is very fun
She so black
Damn she dark
Is she African
I still don’t know why the voice of the school yard was left mute
But I was deaf to their ignorance
And at some time lost to mine
How can I thank you angel
Through all the lust love and heartbreak
You are still too good to be true
Thank you for our wonderful daughter
And all the memories
Good and bad
I’m glad you’ve found you
May the love of the Almighty fall upon you

Dads

2009-01-02T15:43:00.000-08:00

“And call no man father…”
I will do my best to obey this and still show my respect
You were never there
I do not have any childhood memories of you
The home I called my own was not provided by you
Neither were my clothes or food
Every light switch that worked
Every drop of hot water I used
I have to thank another man
The other man I called dad
The only other male I love
A man whom loved me as though I were his flesh and blood
He who was there
But Ulysses
Dad
Pops
I still love you more than you understand
I can never make you see what you mean to me
This is not pity
Pity in not in me to know and we will not meet
So never mistake it as such
I once hoped to never make your mistakes
Still I dreamed to be exactly like you
I was told we had the same laugh
After years of not seeing you we had the same handwriting
Strangers with matching personalities
Had we only been friends it would still be the fault of destiny
We have matching dimples
Though mine show up in joy while yours in anger
We both hate to acknowledge these dimples exist
And will slay anyone whom dares to bring them up in conversation
Do you know how many days I awoke and prayed I could draw
Do you know the hours I put in painting
Coming to your work downtown
Tracing your lines
Learning your style and failing at every attempt
I wanted to be around you
You are my hero
You still have a cape
And I’m sorry I made it out of lead
You were bad mouthed at home until a certain point
I never believed a word
She later apologized and I understood her hurt
I was nothing like Annie
I was a dreamer
One filled with hope chasing ambitions and miracles
A man named of mythology has no choice but to dream
So his offspring is doomed to do the same
But do not allow your mind to suffer doubt
I multitask
It’s called sleep walking
The waking slumber
In these 21 years I wouldn’t change a thing
We share a vision
I hope I can share my world

2008-12-30T16:34:00.000-08:00

Black coffee three sugars
Infinite refills
I sit here telling the story that has been told since the beginning of time
It is a story of too many thoughts
Not enough action
Writers block isn't the lack of creativity
It's the dam to restrain an over active imagination
With impatiences I sit and wait for the flood to subside
I can feel the raging waters battering against the levees of my psyche
Spilling over the top
Cracking the barrier
How ironic that the wait for a conscience stream of thought
Is driving me mad
Sip
Another swig from the beautiful black hole filled with invisible stars
And the torrent rages on
I'm trying to save so many of them
The inhabitants of my mind
But they are drowning
Lost to the storm
I wonder who will survive
We will find out next entry

Dreams Gallery

2008-12-29T11:19:00.000-08:00

Saturday December 27

Vanilla scented candles do nothing for this smoke filled room
I dump the ashes of my number nine and a red ember burst into white light
This is all in the dreams of alchemist and while maybe only chance
I’m reading between lines of a novel Life has not yet written
For even in my youth I’m quite accustom to destiny

Opportunity is a Jehovah’s Witness this morning
And I’ve answered the door
I hope it will leave me with what it came for
And not speak another word

Standing at the cross roads of wake and slumber my thoughts fleet to you
My muse of the hour
My light of hope that fills this burnt out empire
The bodies of tattooed filters mark the battle grounds of self
As stray ash and coffee mug rings lay on the killing floor
I ponder if I have become the victor or the conquered
I lack the knowledge
And do not seek it

Today I unwillingly watched the sunrise
While the King of Dreams spoke to me in white text of his benevolence
Chatting away while time was told through burning cigarettes
The sands of this hour glass were not suitable for his purpose
So he left me awake but daydreaming of you
Maybe in my attempt to triumph over restlessness you will still be there
Searching for comfort in me as I have found in you
Happier and less apologetic
One less vice to your name
And many more smiles across your lips

Punky Death

2008-12-21T23:40:00.000-08:00

I sought perfection in the eye of a storm
My perfect peace
And memories
Were all transformed
When the sky got swarmed by your arrows
Your bullets dance about
They leap like ballerinas
Off stage and into our house
And when the bombs fall
You can't hear them
But we fear them
Their warrior cry is a cat call
Whistling on the way
To kill us all

They hit on us unwanted
They rape this place
We can't stomach
All the hatred that you force on us
You let us die and it's just because
You are not me
If we traded shoes
You'd beg for me to fight for you
Have your hands out on bended knee
In your humility you'd be groveling

But you are
A dead machine
Your hearts do not know hardship
Your lands they know no strife
But when air strikes and air raids
Filled with airplanes threaten your life
You want our love
When death from above is upon you
We will let them bomb you

Because you turned your back on us
That's right
It's cuz
Karma is a bitch

Interracial Universe

2008-12-21T22:35:00.000-08:00

I cut the whole world in half
Stuck my dick in the middle
Mother earth is a MILF
Even if her titties is little
Banged a black hole
Because I don't mind
The cosmos asked for it
So who am I to decline
Now I'm on top of the world
Moon licking ass
Zero gravity yall
And still hitting it fast
They call me Galaxtis
Cuz I'm down to eat it
Put the head in the ocean
Then I skeeted
GONE DRINK THE WATER
Cuz it's good for your skin
Statue of Liberty lovin it
So she's rubbing it in
Mount Rushmore got to watch
But they can't beat off
Rubbed the San Andreus Fault
Now California is lost
Sun got jealous
Cuz I'm stealing it's shine
Tried to go super nova
So I beat it's behind
This universe is mine
And Ima hit for the back
Cuz galaxies are pink
And my manhood is black

Big Spoon

2008-12-20T23:43:00.000-08:00

In my lonely I feared I die
Though I knew someone out there felt the same as I
These vacant arms are longing for your touch
Embrace and hold on tight don't say too much
Cuz I've searched the empty night for another soul
To be wanted, held, comforted, and be made whole
And I've searched this hallow place for another start
This flesh belongs to you but I'll keep my heart

Nameless Beauty

2008-12-20T15:41:00.000-08:00

What do you believe in
Can you tell me anything about you
Can you tell me anything about you
Can you tell me anything about you
No you can't because you don't know

I saw you walk into this room
I had to have you
But you have no idea who you are
And I'm afraid my darling
I'm not willing to teach
So you are a secret even to you self
One you want to share with everybody else
But you don't know it at all
No you don't know it at all
You know nothing

I can feel you from where you stand
The look in your eyes is the lay of the land
And they survey the sky in hope of a plan
But tonight all your stars are asleep

So join them nameless beauty
Go rest my hopeless angel
Your path is barbed and mangled
But if you try you can change this
In a pinch

Wake up wake up wake up wake wake up
Wake up from this reality
Don't listen to commentary
Or the self destroying blasphemy

Snow Angels

2008-12-20T15:13:00.000-08:00

I'm not the cause of the evil in you
I am the breath that you take when you do
All the sins but that point is moot
Because I'm still here for you

And if you ever walk off into the darkness
I will hold you hand
And my eyes will be the fire that lights
The path to the promise land

We will laugh in to insanity
The oblivion of humanity
Drink with me oh drink with me
Please come consume the mercury

Fallen angels dance under feet
The underground is mystery
This Babylon is misery
But powerful and I wont leave

So open up your heart to me
And let me eat your hurt and grief
Get rid of it and bring relief
May I stay and have a feast

So with my forked tongue and beautiful smile
I as you to stay and sit for a while
I am your friend and I'm here for you
Remember I was an angel too

Maybe It's The Truth

2008-12-20T00:50:00.000-08:00

Maybe it's the many drinks speaking
But their truth is unquestionable
Without refrain and doubt
Uninhibited
Invincible
I wish I could have spent my night with you
I may never see you again
And no one likes to see potential pass by

Though pride says this is unacceptable
Humility says peace and good luck

Whenever birds pass overhead I'll think "Fly"
And be reminded of you

If restraint is a show of character
I'm one of the lost Dwarfs
I mean wow
Look at you
Passion is Lusts cousin
I'm kind of digging both
But I don't know who I'm into more
And I don't know you
Plus I'm slightly too jaded to know you as I wish I could

So what could be a great friendship
Is tainted by my hormones and self interest
And what could be one hot fling
Is crushed by my self control and respect for you
Like I said before
My body hates me
And my soul loves me
Conflicts of interest is a language as old as time
And damn is it fun to decipher
But I'm pretty sure the hieroglyphics still read the same:
"Nice guys finish last"

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Wisdom teaches you to leave it alone
Hope tells you to try even a little

Fear is a bitch and a powerful mistress
Confidence is a mistress and a powerful bitch

To My Friends and Family

2008-12-18T23:41:00.000-08:00

There are words that can never be said but feelings that are obvious when we meet.
You are the ones I love and care for more than anything.
You are my family and my circle of trust.
Though one day many of us we will part and lose touch, I'd like to say that these few weeks, months and years were truly made great with you being a part of this life I live.
Though I am only human and one day cease to exist. Your memories of our times together will pass with time, but for now they are fresh and fill me with joy.
So before I exit life and before we go upon our different paths I'd like to say thank you to everyone of you whom I call friend.
Many of you have been the sunshine of my day, bringing a smile to my face and warmth to my heart.
Through ups and downs, rock bottoms and mountain tops you've been there.
With all the external b.s. that surrounds us, and all the mistakes that one person could bare, you were supportive and loving.
Some people are associates and they know who they are, but even still you have been wonderful people and great company.
We've had our laughs and our tears, our good times and bad, but being in the company of such amazing people has made this adventure call life worth living.
I'd like to say that I love you and I pray and hope the best for all you. May the path you take in life be filled with good times, great memories, and outstanding individuals that can show you the same beauty you've shown me.
Take care.

Peace.

Kknow

Painting Your day

2008-12-17T01:11:00.000-08:00

If you could paint the end of life
What colors would you choice
Sunny sky with orange and yellow
Or black and blue completely bruised

Stop It You Creep-Ass!

2008-12-08T23:14:00.000-08:00

Please understand young lady that this is an art
I'm sorry that you got it twisted but do not kill the messenger
I am not here for your heart but merely your entertainment
Your mind is made of illusions
And mud apparently
Somehow you conceive that this is for you and you only
Well in this case your psychosis is reality
If I had said specifically "this is for you" then it would be...well
FOR YOU!
Trust me
I've said it
But you read too much into things
There are no lines to peer between
No hidden underlying epiphany
Your mind can't seem to understand how creepy you are
Your emotions are wasted
Sorry
A poem is like a letter
In the sense that they can be addressed to people
Sweetheart
You have no mail
Goodbye

Candy and Explosives

2008-12-07T11:24:00.000-08:00

I have explored the minds of man
And discovered that while it seems complex
It's mostly made of candy and explosives
The over baring need to be loved and obliterate all they touch
Is the one self saving factor of the whole human race
For they all seek to be both loved and obliterated
But they have a tremendous fear of both
Especially at the hands of others
Except when pertaining to the confines of a mattress
The offspring of burnt bridges ruins many potential relationships
For as it was in the beginning the ways of man will remain
And it came to pass that Jerk begot Douche Bag
And Douche Bag begot Ass Hole who is the father of Fuck Ups
And Text Message Break Ups
The consumption of paranoia only breeds addicts
Getting high off of mistrust and ignorance
Doing on to others whom had no intent of doing on to them
She woman man haters diluting expectations of mates with arsenic
It's not their fault they were treated like Detroit car accidents
To the man drunk off ego she was just another hit and run
A victimless crime because if he hits you from behind he can't see you
So it might as well not have even happened
And since he doesn't know your name he can't leave his contact info
_____________________________________

Working on it.

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Many Meanings. One: Wished For

2008-12-06T19:22:00.000-08:00

I considered her soul over all things
The beauty of a spirit that has contemplated reality
And flirted with the alternative
Eyes that envision abstract and create another universe
Shadows of dream and nightmare
Blessed by the barer of sleeping sands
Twisting daylight with fingertips solidifying the minds eye
Thinking in black bubbles and white text
Illustrating your destination
Awesome
I show restraint in the name of curiosity
Composure for the sake of preservation
And a dash of self control just for the hell of it
My body hates me
But maybe if I respect the flesh in which she abides
The feeling will be mutual
But one can only hope
I wrote about her many ticking hands ago
As she sketched my image into the acid free book of life
Together tagging Earth which is the billboard of the cosmos
Though fate wise beyond all comprehension is gorgeous
The manifestation of destiny sometimes has a really cute butt
And a tendency to be bad ass
Can you ever be this cool
I have my doubts

Before Dreaming

2008-12-03T00:06:00.000-08:00

Let it be noted
It is you who I think of when I lay my head down
After all the prayers are said and my eyes are shut
Before all the world becomes a memory and my cares drift away
You consume my thoughts

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End

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More Malachi

2008-12-01T10:40:00.001-08:00

I close my eyes and envision a better tomorrow
In my prayers I contemplate the truth of all
In my tears I understand the frustrations of God
The sun is neither my friend or enemy
But remains a constant reminder of fleeting days
The nova bomb that marks time
People remain ignorant of death
And observe their destruction confused and smiling
Their celebrations light up busy streets
Illuminating their greed
Blinding their minds eye and exposing their shame
Turning their backs on knowledge of the immortal
When faced with the obstacle of consumer goods
Who is your God
Your credit scores remain the mark of the beast
And your malls Babylon
You are painted whores
Fake
Filled with deception and smiles
The flattery of your mouth is an unbearable lie
Bring death to the soul you are unworthy of claiming
Mistakes are human nature
Yet you remain supernatural
Infallible and ineffable
Your pride is your down fall
For you are of your father which is Satan the devil
And your adoption can be terminated
You are simply too simple to understand
Jesus spoke to the disciples
They did not understand
Kevin spoke to the nations
You are no different
"None see
None hear
None understand
Not one"
You are no exception to Gods rule
Your imagination
Is damnation

-Malachi

Only The Good

2008-11-30T22:53:00.000-08:00

Was it so simple for you to say goodbye
You left without a wave
And it is too late to bid farewell
Watching the black swan on the lake at sun set
So restfully beautiful
Silence eerily ominous
For we know that your peace is our heart break
And that to your image
No other soul will compare
In your slumber you dream us into creation
But our sleeping beauty
The reality is we miss you
Eternally young
You are ageless in our memory
And pooled tears pay homage to your name
You are here with us
Your voice
Your smile
That which lingers in our minds
These makes you immortal
Our love for you everlasting
And the compassion you've shown us just as infinite
You have left your mark on our lives
Leaving us better people
Creating unbreakable bonds
And joy filled reflections
There are people who touch our lives in the smallest way
Yet they can have the greatest impact
Today we've lost a part of ourselves
But add a name to the eternal
You are not forgotten
Today we remember you
Forever we will remember you
We miss you
We love you always

In loving memory of Catherine Lee Ha

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