Wednesday, December 20, 2017
How does my hair look?
My shoes
can have holes,
my clothes can
be tattered, I
could have six
months of bad
luck like I walked
under a ladder,
How does my
hair look?
I'm a guy,
were not
suppose to
care, but at
the slightest
sign of
receding
we start
making deals
with the
universe, buying
all kinds of creams
and vitamins to
revitalize our
hair, so don't
tell me that's
some feminine
shit, because at
the end of the
day, we're asking,
How does my hair look?
I've been
heart broken,
done wrong at
work, cut off
in traffic, I could
be an addict jacked
out of my head, I
could be on my
death bead and I'll
still ask, "How does
my hair look?"
can have holes,
my clothes can
be tattered, I
could have six
months of bad
luck like I walked
under a ladder,
How does my
hair look?
I'm a guy,
were not
suppose to
care, but at
the slightest
sign of
receding
we start
making deals
with the
universe, buying
all kinds of creams
and vitamins to
revitalize our
hair, so don't
tell me that's
some feminine
shit, because at
the end of the
day, we're asking,
How does my hair look?
I've been
heart broken,
done wrong at
work, cut off
in traffic, I could
be an addict jacked
out of my head, I
could be on my
death bead and I'll
still ask, "How does
my hair look?"
Two fold
I get
in these
moods
I get stuck
in blah, not
sad, not happy
but frustratingly
content, not
sure if its
because of the
city I'm in
or if I'm expecting
people to be a huge
dissapointment,
it sounds sad but
in reality I'm taking
society for what it
is, acceptance, agreeing
but a catch 22 when
people say it with
such evil grins like
in there mind "karma wins"
we're all connected so
what you wish for
me, will come back
to you with a twist,
in my opinion
its a gift when I don't
see what you deserve
to get, because I
become content,
but as I said above
I've been content...
in these
moods
I get stuck
in blah, not
sad, not happy
but frustratingly
content, not
sure if its
because of the
city I'm in
or if I'm expecting
people to be a huge
dissapointment,
it sounds sad but
in reality I'm taking
society for what it
is, acceptance, agreeing
but a catch 22 when
people say it with
such evil grins like
in there mind "karma wins"
we're all connected so
what you wish for
me, will come back
to you with a twist,
in my opinion
its a gift when I don't
see what you deserve
to get, because I
become content,
but as I said above
I've been content...
Untitled XXI
A old
man
told me,
"Don't
get old"
I didn't
know
what to
respond
with, I
never do
when older
people tell
me to
never age,
I just respond,
"I'll try not"
man
told me,
"Don't
get old"
I didn't
know
what to
respond
with, I
never do
when older
people tell
me to
never age,
I just respond,
"I'll try not"
Lazy
Some days
I don't give a
fuck, some
days I just
want to be
Lethargic,
some days I
Don't wanna
try, some days
I have to but
on those days
you're going to
get some bullshit.
I use to think,
I'm not getting
enough sleep,
maybe I should
change the way
I eat, change
my routine, maybe
life is stale,
maybe I need exciting
breathe taking
moments, something to
entice my adrenaline...all
of these things happen
but those SOME days
come back...
Some days
I don't want to
spend my energy,
some days I like
existing, some days
I like sitting and not
saying a word, I like
the bore, because
usually my mind is
in a storm
I can be
cold not on
purpose, I just
Don't feel like having
to deal with
the process of doing
shit, I don't feel
like dealing
with people's
emotions and
egos, its
draining and
some days I'm
just happy with
silence and watching,
I don't wanna do it...
you do it, I'll watch
while my brain
wanders into
this white noise
sections of my
mind...some days
I don't wanna do it...
I don't give a
fuck, some
days I just
want to be
Lethargic,
some days I
Don't wanna
try, some days
I have to but
on those days
you're going to
get some bullshit.
I use to think,
I'm not getting
enough sleep,
maybe I should
change the way
I eat, change
my routine, maybe
life is stale,
maybe I need exciting
breathe taking
moments, something to
entice my adrenaline...all
of these things happen
but those SOME days
come back...
Some days
I don't want to
spend my energy,
some days I like
existing, some days
I like sitting and not
saying a word, I like
the bore, because
usually my mind is
in a storm
I can be
cold not on
purpose, I just
Don't feel like having
to deal with
the process of doing
shit, I don't feel
like dealing
with people's
emotions and
egos, its
draining and
some days I'm
just happy with
silence and watching,
I don't wanna do it...
you do it, I'll watch
while my brain
wanders into
this white noise
sections of my
mind...some days
I don't wanna do it...
Your touch
Like,
I don't
mean your
finger tips,
your lucious
lips that fire
my gluttonous
urge to say
absurd words,
I mean your
touch, the way
you drive emotions,
how you give me
butterflies, your
devotion, I've
said this before,
I know it seems
redundant, but
I have an
abundance
of redunance
because my
life has been
redundant, well
not my whole
life, just
this chapter,
love has
left a nasty
odor, very
pungent,
the idea
of love
runs free
but the meaning
of it is locked
in a dungeon,
so today we're
left with a
shell, we
kiss Tiffany's
but sleep with
Michelle, I mean
we mean well,
but we
just...we uh,
we dont...
I lost
my point,
something
I do often,
but your
touch,
got me
jealous
of a phone
screen...
I don't
mean your
finger tips,
your lucious
lips that fire
my gluttonous
urge to say
absurd words,
I mean your
touch, the way
you drive emotions,
how you give me
butterflies, your
devotion, I've
said this before,
I know it seems
redundant, but
I have an
abundance
of redunance
because my
life has been
redundant, well
not my whole
life, just
this chapter,
love has
left a nasty
odor, very
pungent,
the idea
of love
runs free
but the meaning
of it is locked
in a dungeon,
so today we're
left with a
shell, we
kiss Tiffany's
but sleep with
Michelle, I mean
we mean well,
but we
just...we uh,
we dont...
I lost
my point,
something
I do often,
but your
touch,
got me
jealous
of a phone
screen...
Untitled XX
Party until the
night is day, party
even if your hair
is grey, party until
the day is night, party
until it looks like a
problem, party....
Yesterday,
a man said
to a woman
"Bitch, I'm the
king!" She smiled,
he looked like a little
boy with his wide
grin and imaginary
crown.
night is day, party
even if your hair
is grey, party until
the day is night, party
until it looks like a
problem, party....
Yesterday,
a man said
to a woman
"Bitch, I'm the
king!" She smiled,
he looked like a little
boy with his wide
grin and imaginary
crown.
What is a man?
There's
this made
up concept,
this pre concieved
notion, that a
man is not to
explore his
emotions, he's
suppose to not
cry, he's suppose
to only lie
if he's inbetween
his side piece thighs,
I get that shit happens,
and we make the
wrong actions,
but we pride ourselves
on this behavior,
its becomes a badge of
honor....
Jokes are
jokes, its
how we cope
with stress, we
laugh, we
talk shit, we
laugh at
mistakes, we
learn, we
fall, make
mistakes, we
give advice
sometimes
the wrong
advice knowing
its wrong
but men have
stories...
Feminist
want men
to be women,
Our government
wants black men
to be women, they
want black men
to be gay, there's
no problem with
being gay but its
a problem when
your choice is swayed
When 7 out of 20 are
gay, now 12 out of 20 are
gay, one could say
its due to more
people but the population
hasn't changed, maybe
its because its accepted
now and days....
It's accepted
but let's not
forget Orlando
or the scare at
pride... there's
still a lot
of hate, there's
still a lot of side
eyes and squinted
gestures, there's
still people who
get squimish
thinking of
two men kiss,
its still a death
wish to many so
do I think making
black men gay or
women is a conspiracy?
Its another way
to kill w/o using
race as an excuse...
Men tell the
truth, men
understand
pain so they
ease the blow,
they understand
that there's two
sides, we understand
anger is lack
of knowledge,
we understand anger
is insulting our
knowledge, we
understand anger
puts you in
positions that
make you seen
like a boy, no
temper tantrums...
I understand
the world isn't
fair, I understand
that love is love no
matter where it
comes from, I understand
affairs and side pieces,
I overstand agendas,
I overstand the reasons,
I overstand the reason
mankind has to
be uniformed...its
easy to spill the
secret when you
control the minds...
Sometimes
we talk about
boobs and porn...
this made
up concept,
this pre concieved
notion, that a
man is not to
explore his
emotions, he's
suppose to not
cry, he's suppose
to only lie
if he's inbetween
his side piece thighs,
I get that shit happens,
and we make the
wrong actions,
but we pride ourselves
on this behavior,
its becomes a badge of
honor....
Jokes are
jokes, its
how we cope
with stress, we
laugh, we
talk shit, we
laugh at
mistakes, we
learn, we
fall, make
mistakes, we
give advice
sometimes
the wrong
advice knowing
its wrong
but men have
stories...
Feminist
want men
to be women,
Our government
wants black men
to be women, they
want black men
to be gay, there's
no problem with
being gay but its
a problem when
your choice is swayed
When 7 out of 20 are
gay, now 12 out of 20 are
gay, one could say
its due to more
people but the population
hasn't changed, maybe
its because its accepted
now and days....
It's accepted
but let's not
forget Orlando
or the scare at
pride... there's
still a lot
of hate, there's
still a lot of side
eyes and squinted
gestures, there's
still people who
get squimish
thinking of
two men kiss,
its still a death
wish to many so
do I think making
black men gay or
women is a conspiracy?
Its another way
to kill w/o using
race as an excuse...
Men tell the
truth, men
understand
pain so they
ease the blow,
they understand
that there's two
sides, we understand
anger is lack
of knowledge,
we understand anger
is insulting our
knowledge, we
understand anger
puts you in
positions that
make you seen
like a boy, no
temper tantrums...
I understand
the world isn't
fair, I understand
that love is love no
matter where it
comes from, I understand
affairs and side pieces,
I overstand agendas,
I overstand the reasons,
I overstand the reason
mankind has to
be uniformed...its
easy to spill the
secret when you
control the minds...
Sometimes
we talk about
boobs and porn...
Wednesday, December 13, 2017
Aging
I think
I'm growing
to become one of
those old guys
who see's
that everything in
life is a sham, you
know the one who
has an answer
to the solution
for our pollution,
the one the young
see as entertaining
but not necessarily
in a good way, they
ask you questions
to see you bump your
gums, but ironically they learn
a thing or
two about
what we
should
do with bums,
they
listen to
your stories
about
you passing
out from too
much rum,
but they
question you
for answers
because they
I'm growing
to become one of
those old guys
who see's
that everything in
life is a sham, you
know the one who
has an answer
to the solution
for our pollution,
the one the young
see as entertaining
but not necessarily
in a good way, they
ask you questions
to see you bump your
gums, but ironically they learn
a thing or
two about
what we
should
do with bums,
they
listen to
your stories
about
you passing
out from too
much rum,
but they
question you
for answers
because they
are young,
you're not
there parents,
but almost too
old to hang with
the squad and
honestly you
feel a little ridiculous
and a tad odd,
not because age
but what society
thinks, you
know that they're
thinking what
society thinks,
in Summer you
give a fuck but
in Fall not
so much,
image is
a facade,
Squads are
a mirage,
you're not
there parents,
but almost too
old to hang with
the squad and
honestly you
feel a little ridiculous
and a tad odd,
not because age
but what society
thinks, you
know that they're
thinking what
society thinks,
in Summer you
give a fuck but
in Fall not
so much,
image is
a facade,
Squads are
a mirage,
friendship
circles
become
small
there's only
a few that you
would call, it
seems depressing
to summer, the
season of shine,
but Autumn is the beginning of
Reflection, a reduction
of time
its only
fitting that
there's a
difference in mind,
a change in
perception,
we spring forward
for the summer, but
in Autumn we
fall back in
time, one can
call it nostalgic
circles
become
small
there's only
a few that you
would call, it
seems depressing
to summer, the
season of shine,
but Autumn is the beginning of
Reflection, a reduction
of time
its only
fitting that
there's a
difference in mind,
a change in
perception,
we spring forward
for the summer, but
in Autumn we
fall back in
time, one can
call it nostalgic
Let me rewind...
I think
I'm growing
to become
one of those
old guys
who see's
that everything
in life is
a sham,
but is it
years of
seeing lies
and Fruedian
slips, is it
accumulated
knowledge,
seeing t.v.
is full of shit,
I mean knew
that at 21, actually
saw at 17, when
the twin towers
fell but
that was a time
period when
technology hadn't
prevailed, we had yahoo
to search and
random engines
to lurk
before google we
had Ask Jeeves
to find out
about earth...
I'm growing
to become
one of those
old guys
who see's
that everything
in life is
a sham,
but is it
years of
seeing lies
and Fruedian
slips, is it
accumulated
knowledge,
seeing t.v.
is full of shit,
I mean knew
that at 21, actually
saw at 17, when
the twin towers
fell but
that was a time
period when
technology hadn't
prevailed, we had yahoo
to search and
random engines
to lurk
before google we
had Ask Jeeves
to find out
about earth...
Humble pie
Why are
you serving
me a slice of
this shitty pie?
like I don't have
enough things
in my life to
keep me grounded
like I don't read
enough to
keep me rounded,
like I don't
have mirrors
in front of
me, like I
haven't realized
my mistakes, I
can't forget
its the reason
for my position
today, its
a constant
reminder, but
I'll take the slice
because pain
is a part of life,
its growth, success
in disguise because
happiness won't
fly the skies, just
ask United...I
guess its best
if we're divided...
I've been
drinkin and
thinkin, contem-
plating, debating,
that humble pie
is good for
relations and stuff
alike, its a reminder
on quiet nights, when
the beds cold and the
nights warm, when
the worlds back is
to you, when life
is yelling screw
you, when people
are seeing through
you, its a reminder
of who you or what
you, when you, all
past tense who
you were, what you're
not, where people leave
you incase you forgot
when you soar who
you left sore it
all comes charging
at you like a
wild bore, sweating
arogance out your
pours until
your rich in
character and
your bank account is
poor...
Humble pie....
At 25
you're
tasting
it...
Early 20s
you don't
understand it...
you serving
me a slice of
this shitty pie?
like I don't have
enough things
in my life to
keep me grounded
like I don't read
enough to
keep me rounded,
like I don't
have mirrors
in front of
me, like I
haven't realized
my mistakes, I
can't forget
its the reason
for my position
today, its
a constant
reminder, but
I'll take the slice
because pain
is a part of life,
its growth, success
in disguise because
happiness won't
fly the skies, just
ask United...I
guess its best
if we're divided...
I've been
drinkin and
thinkin, contem-
plating, debating,
that humble pie
is good for
relations and stuff
alike, its a reminder
on quiet nights, when
the beds cold and the
nights warm, when
the worlds back is
to you, when life
is yelling screw
you, when people
are seeing through
you, its a reminder
of who you or what
you, when you, all
past tense who
you were, what you're
not, where people leave
you incase you forgot
when you soar who
you left sore it
all comes charging
at you like a
wild bore, sweating
arogance out your
pours until
your rich in
character and
your bank account is
poor...
Humble pie....
At 25
you're
tasting
it...
Early 20s
you don't
understand it...
Untitled XIX
People believe in religions but won't believe there's some who can communicate with those spirits religions talk about. Everyone has the ability to communicate.
Look around
Eyes on
the ground
all I see is
trash, garbage
cans close by
I silently ask, "why"?
Eyes in the sky
the horizon is
greyish brown,
they say there's
a conscious
movement but
look around...
Eyes on
my phone
people
speaking
stuff they
wouldn't say
in person, but
I'm the weird
one because
I talk about
stuff you've
never heard of,
I'm weird because
I think and
search, I'm boring
because I'm worried about
our earth, all
fuckers wanna
do is talk about
dumb shit...
distractions...
"When did
he start smoking
weed?" When
I discovered I
can stay on
this planet and
at the same
time leave, I
ask for death
the ground
all I see is
trash, garbage
cans close by
I silently ask, "why"?
Eyes in the sky
the horizon is
greyish brown,
they say there's
a conscious
movement but
look around...
Eyes on
my phone
people
speaking
stuff they
wouldn't say
in person, but
I'm the weird
one because
I talk about
stuff you've
never heard of,
I'm weird because
I think and
search, I'm boring
because I'm worried about
our earth, all
fuckers wanna
do is talk about
dumb shit...
distractions...
"When did
he start smoking
weed?" When
I discovered I
can stay on
this planet and
at the same
time leave, I
ask for death
but the spirits
say stay...
I've had
too many
good moments
in my life,
I see the
good in man,
and when I
say the good
that's our
bad included,
I see the beauty
in her, in her,
and him, I
see the
shine within,
I see laughter
and joy, I
see words
destroy,
while actions
rebuild and
memories become
void..
too many
good moments
in my life,
I see the
good in man,
and when I
say the good
that's our
bad included,
I see the beauty
in her, in her,
and him, I
see the
shine within,
I see laughter
and joy, I
see words
destroy,
while actions
rebuild and
memories become
void..
Peace sign
Sometimes
peace can
be a trojan
horse, of
those
two fingers,
one is waved
right before
a war...
is peace
born of
remorse?
They say I
I question too
much, there's
never enough,
its all growth,
different perspective,
different times, new
minds, new speech,
same battle, different
feet, new drugs, same
street, keep them
locked in poverty,
suffer slow, constantly,
even though we consciously,
make an effort to better self,
you get stripped of better
health, its an obstacle
like short people touching
the higher shelf, they keep
us out of reach
teach us necssity
then change the
strategy...
There's
no sign
of peace,
yet when
we war, there
are signs for
peace, but
two fingers
is the sign
for peace
watch what
you sign,
because
it can be a
sign for peace...
only for
one people...
I digress
look at this mess,
all of this stress,
non sense at its
best our president
is a wreck, a
country at its best?
America you're
depressed,
America is
opressed
trumpsters impressed,
foodies are obssesed
with bacon wrapped
everything, like a
heart attack isn't death?
yes we all die
but don't fall
to white lies, I
mean don't fall
for white lies, lining
pockets with white
guys, filling the
pockets of white
guys, diabetes from
apple pies, cholesterol
from french fries, its
like food has become
a trend, a race to see
who can get the biggest double
chin, bags are doubled
so the grease doesn't
leak from within, food
doubled portion to bury
our fucking sin, fucking
simps, fucking look,
they're the fucking
crooks, silenced by
what they cook, destroyed
by false books....
Yet we
wave peace...
but the
real war is us....
they only market
what you want...
water is expensive
because you keep
buying sugared
punch...
peace can
be a trojan
horse, of
those
two fingers,
one is waved
right before
a war...
is peace
born of
remorse?
They say I
I question too
much, there's
never enough,
its all growth,
different perspective,
different times, new
minds, new speech,
same battle, different
feet, new drugs, same
street, keep them
locked in poverty,
suffer slow, constantly,
even though we consciously,
make an effort to better self,
you get stripped of better
health, its an obstacle
like short people touching
the higher shelf, they keep
us out of reach
teach us necssity
then change the
strategy...
There's
no sign
of peace,
yet when
we war, there
are signs for
peace, but
two fingers
is the sign
for peace
watch what
you sign,
because
it can be a
sign for peace...
only for
one people...
I digress
look at this mess,
all of this stress,
non sense at its
best our president
is a wreck, a
country at its best?
America you're
depressed,
America is
opressed
trumpsters impressed,
foodies are obssesed
with bacon wrapped
everything, like a
heart attack isn't death?
yes we all die
but don't fall
to white lies, I
mean don't fall
for white lies, lining
pockets with white
guys, filling the
pockets of white
guys, diabetes from
apple pies, cholesterol
from french fries, its
like food has become
a trend, a race to see
who can get the biggest double
chin, bags are doubled
so the grease doesn't
leak from within, food
doubled portion to bury
our fucking sin, fucking
simps, fucking look,
they're the fucking
crooks, silenced by
what they cook, destroyed
by false books....
Yet we
wave peace...
but the
real war is us....
they only market
what you want...
water is expensive
because you keep
buying sugared
punch...
Tuesday, October 17, 2017
Indian Summer
During hard times, I close my eyes and say, "this is my present moment" wishing I can fast forward to the future, rushing life's seconds instead of enjoying the minutes, wishing I was in a higher altitude for time moves faster the further one is away from gravity...anxious, restless mind pacing and fatigued, the fall back to dark days makes the day end and night succeed, but hours from the cusp of the suns rise, leaves us yawning and lethargic with red eyes, warm nights but no sun leaves the clock confused, close to winter but the reflection in the mirror shows youth, a few signs of winter show in the morning but by mid day, its as if summer never ended, a few different color leaves but the sunshine is relentless, the winter clothes are folded up, crickets chirp fast hoping in the windows, tempers begin to flare as we complain, "its hot and we're three weeks away from winter" while others envy the youth of rays we bathe and bask like life will forever last, we're jealous of others turn of the season but have no worries and all laughs, as the grips of winter begin to bring about those pains, we feel outcasted the late bloomer of winter days, this Indian summer makes us feel time is scathed, trapping us in youth in our winter days...
Monday, October 16, 2017
Diabetes in my jeans
42 in the waist, I might need more room, my heart beating hard, I sweat when its cold, my hands stiff when I rise, fat in my thighs, determination in my eyes because all this extra ass means diabetes in my jeans....forced to be thick in a country that worships the slim but markets fast fat food, how are you suppose to win when the industry wants you to lose? Gmo and fried shit, pushing for organic its expensive, the uneducated don't know that if they grow there dollars slow and the prices come down on the food you grow, the plant prices get low and you can feed a whole community, no need for medicine, food is our immunity, scrutiny, leading us to advanced minds: impuinty... no need for the puiny kids or that fat backs because our vegetables, collard greens don't need fat back....Diabetes in the genes starts with hot cheeto bags in the jeans, snacking on the fake colored chips make us Fiend, disappeaence of the Fi processed food is meant to end..Google what is Fi.....
Friday, September 22, 2017
Autumn Equinox (Sept 22- Dec21)
Scorpio's energy is intense and the intensity combined with a darker part of a season can scare you a little. Scorpio is the ruler of the underworld and can magically transform you without one knowing; Scorpio works in the dark for the better of mankind, it delves into those corners of our minds; in some sense, Autumn can take a darker turn then Winter hence Halloween, Dia de los Muertos, and All saints day, all Holidays that celebrate death, symbolic to the days ahead. After you dive into the dark with Scorpio, you come out on the other end with jovial Sagittarius. The last of the fire signs and a mutable one. This signs represents knowledge, a wide perspective, seeing a connection in everything, expansion, warmth in a rather chilly season, the right sign you want to have leading you into your winter years.
Sagittarius is also the sign that represents philosophical thinking and explorer. Like spring but at a much older and wiser age, you question everything; the questions are more complex; at times, because of bluntness, they can be seemingly innocent, sort of winking at the idea that the kid in us never dies. Autumn takes you back inside and it becomes more we and instead of I in conversation. All three signs energy work well in Autumn and help us to understand what may come in our Autumn years of life. This is the end of the circle. Welcome to Autumn.
Thursday, August 24, 2017
You started it..
You can't
Blame others
for your fall
because you
control the
ball...however
if someone has it
in there mind
to push you
back in time
you have to
be aware they're
doing everything
in there power
to make sure
you're set back,
even if its an hour...
You can
never place
blame in this
game but
understand
you don't see you
as others see you,
It's like looking for
a word in a crossword...
you've been searching,
determined, found words
that's not on the list, you
grunt, you laugh, your
mind drifts and then
that one person walks
up and finds it quick. "God damn it"
You yell...
Blame others
for your fall
because you
control the
ball...however
if someone has it
in there mind
to push you
back in time
you have to
be aware they're
doing everything
in there power
to make sure
you're set back,
even if its an hour...
You can
never place
blame in this
game but
understand
you don't see you
as others see you,
It's like looking for
a word in a crossword...
you've been searching,
determined, found words
that's not on the list, you
grunt, you laugh, your
mind drifts and then
that one person walks
up and finds it quick. "God damn it"
You yell...
Tuesday, August 8, 2017
What is life? Part II
Without light dark does not exist. When the sun shines, it's a contrast and a reminder that all things in existence needs an opposition; without difference, we can't see the oposing, beauty, and, passion life offers. We all shine. Some of us are the sun, others are Regulus.
What is life?
I don't know. I use to think life was what we do everyday and I'm starting to realize, life is what we make it. One monday evening, I was sitting at a bar enjoying my beer, listening to the jazz band play and this guy, I wanna say late 40s walked up and asked the bouncer, "I got two dollars. You mind if I leave these two dollars on each end of the pillar?"
The bouncer said yes and the man balanced his dollar bills on the pillars. The man then turned to me and a few others on the patio and he said, "bet you two dollars, nobody takes these two dollars sitting here."
I thought in my head, you just lost two dollars sir; however I was curious. As asinine as I thought the expirement was, I watched people walk by the money and not even flinch in its direction. After about 10 minutes, the two dollars remained.
I was baffled.
Everyone that walked in, I asked them, "did you see the two dollars on the pillars at the entrance?" They responded with yeah, I did. I questioned why they didn't take it, they gave me there answer and moved on.
Everyone who walked in I asked if they all saw the two dollars. Everyone said yes, everyone had a different reason for not taking it.
The bouncer walked away twice, one homeless guy zeroed in on it like a hawk to a mouse but kept walking, another homeless guy started asking for money while standing next to the two dollars. I told him, "take the money" and he walked off with out it.
Not one soul that night (besides the guy conducting the experiment and the bouncer occasionally placing the money back) touched the money. Two hours had gone by and not one soul. The guy came back and he was impressed.
By this time, some of my bar buddies showed up and we were drunk, impressed, and swooned by the jazz band.
So what is life?
Well what I learned from that expirement was this: position is gold. All walks of life passed the money and nobody touched it, a few were tempted but nobody took it. 10 people all had different reasons and I realized perspective plays a huge role. Position and perspective.
Everyone views things differently but put something in the right position and you get the same results. Sun Tzu mentions in the Art of war that "strategy defines a position as what is known about a given competitor; to understand your own position, Sun Tzus tactic forces you to see yourself in the eyes of others.
Everyone at some point has had money and knows the value; even though the money was in a vulnerable yet humble position, it had the raft of a thousand suns; the dollars made people change.
What is life?
Life is change. Life is position. Life is confusing and contradictory, life is growth and "aha!" moments life is a multitude of fascinating unexplained events, life is feeling feelings that you thought were dormant inside of you but are very much alive, life is simple, life is people's memories because a lot of us still live in the past, life is everything you speak.
A lot of religions complicate life yet the earth gives us subtle easy clues in my opinion on what is life. Our four seasons shows us that everything in life eventually comes to a season of death for a short period and eventually a rebirth.
This repeated process happens on a large and small scale all at the same time. The seasons inbetween act as growth periods and usually the death of one thing is a position switch for another. Imagine that concept happening every second, rebirth and death on a wide scale, from someone actually dying down to the death of a career or a relationship and you see the collision that is life.
So what is life? The answer will always change, one man told me something his wife told him "nothing hasn't changed in the past 20 years, you're just looking at it differently."
Now apply that and aforementioned comments all into a blender and you get, what is life? Its hard to pinpoint because at some point, my consiouness will shift again because that's what life is, it's a constant change of positions. All of us shine, some better than others but remember that shine also cast the dark.
In conclusion, the earth shows us in action, what life is. It shows us through the rotation around the sun that position is key for certain things to flourish and certain things to die. It shows us that each season serves a purpose. For example, if you try to grow crops in January, one can look foolish; kind of similar to an older woman or man acting like imbeciles in there 40s. On the flip side, the earth shows us position. Some places can grow crops in the dead of winter, so is it foolish if you have the means? Same applies for people. If one pays close attention to the seasons, your thoughts become global and you slowly expand out into our solar system and universe. You start seeing a patteren in your studies, you begin to wonder if the simple concept of seasons apply in our universe but on grander or smaller scales?
There's a repeated process: birth, climax, death and it repeats. Everything from the suns position as a metaphor of the dollars on the pillar, down to the perception of people and the irony of a starving man rejecting money still leaves one in a jumbled mess about life. What is it? The God energy moves so swift that changes happen before time, and then it comes to us as a thought; that God energy, its done 2 million moves since your one thought and another 2 million since your action; of course contradictions are born, accidents, perfect moments and etc are born. It happens so quick, and at the same time slowly so we understand there is something greater. What is life?
What is life?
I don't know. I use to think life was what we do everyday and I'm starting to realize, life is what we make it. One monday evening, I was sitting at a bar enjoying my beer, listening to the jazz band play and this guy, I wanna say late 40s walked up and asked the bouncer, "I got two dollars. You mind if I leave these two dollars on each end of the pillar?"
The bouncer said yes and the man balanced his dollar bills on the pillars. The man then turned to me and a few others on the patio and he said, "bet you two dollars, nobody takes these two dollars sitting here."
I thought in my head, you just lost two dollars sir; however I was curious. As asinine as I thought the expirement was, I watched people walk by the money and not even flinch in its direction. After about 10 minutes, the two dollars remained.
I was baffled.
Everyone that walked in, I asked them, "did you see the two dollars on the pillars at the entrance?" They responded with yeah, I did. I questioned why they didn't take it, they gave me there answer and moved on.
Everyone who walked in I asked if they all saw the two dollars. Everyone said yes, everyone had a different reason for not taking it.
The bouncer walked away twice, one homeless guy zeroed in on it like a hawk to a mouse but kept walking, another homeless guy started asking for money while standing next to the two dollars. I told him, "take the money" and he walked off with out it.
Not one soul that night (besides the guy conducting the experiment and the bouncer occasionally placing the money back) touched the money. Two hours had gone by and not one soul. The guy came back and he was impressed.
By this time, some of my bar buddies showed up and we were drunk, impressed, and swooned by the jazz band.
So what is life?
Well what I learned from that expirement was this: position is gold. All walks of life passed the money and nobody touched it, a few were tempted but nobody took it. 10 people all had different reasons and I realized perspective plays a huge role. Position and perspective.
Everyone views things differently but put something in the right position and you get the same results. Sun Tzu mentions in the Art of war that "strategy defines a position as what is known about a given competitor; to understand your own position, Sun Tzus tactic forces you to see yourself in the eyes of others.
Everyone at some point has had money and knows the value; even though the money was in a vulnerable yet humble position, it had the raft of a thousand suns; the dollars made people change.
What is life?
Life is change. Life is position. Life is confusing and contradictory, life is growth and "aha!" moments life is a multitude of fascinating unexplained events, life is feeling feelings that you thought were dormant inside of you but are very much alive, life is simple, life is people's memories because a lot of us still live in the past, life is everything you speak.
A lot of religions complicate life yet the earth gives us subtle easy clues in my opinion on what is life. Our four seasons shows us that everything in life eventually comes to a season of death for a short period and eventually a rebirth.
This repeated process happens on a large and small scale all at the same time. The seasons inbetween act as growth periods and usually the death of one thing is a position switch for another. Imagine that concept happening every second, rebirth and death on a wide scale, from someone actually dying down to the death of a career or a relationship and you see the collision that is life.
So what is life? The answer will always change, one man told me something his wife told him "nothing hasn't changed in the past 20 years, you're just looking at it differently."
Now apply that and aforementioned comments all into a blender and you get, what is life? Its hard to pinpoint because at some point, my consiouness will shift again because that's what life is, it's a constant change of positions. All of us shine, some better than others but remember that shine also cast the dark.
In conclusion, the earth shows us in action, what life is. It shows us through the rotation around the sun that position is key for certain things to flourish and certain things to die. It shows us that each season serves a purpose. For example, if you try to grow crops in January, one can look foolish; kind of similar to an older woman or man acting like imbeciles in there 40s. On the flip side, the earth shows us position. Some places can grow crops in the dead of winter, so is it foolish if you have the means? Same applies for people. If one pays close attention to the seasons, your thoughts become global and you slowly expand out into our solar system and universe. You start seeing a patteren in your studies, you begin to wonder if the simple concept of seasons apply in our universe but on grander or smaller scales?
There's a repeated process: birth, climax, death and it repeats. Everything from the suns position as a metaphor of the dollars on the pillar, down to the perception of people and the irony of a starving man rejecting money still leaves one in a jumbled mess about life. What is it? The God energy moves so swift that changes happen before time, and then it comes to us as a thought; that God energy, its done 2 million moves since your one thought and another 2 million since your action; of course contradictions are born, accidents, perfect moments and etc are born. It happens so quick, and at the same time slowly so we understand there is something greater. What is life?
Wednesday, August 2, 2017
Class room discussion
Professor: What do we need to change about society?
(Classroom quiet)
Student: our out look?
Prof: elaborate.
Student: I don't know...maybe the way we treat each other?
Prof: you're warm, think you can nail it home?
Summer: we're a cold world. Since the exlposion of technology, we tend to lean more on our technology, if you ask a question people are quick to tell you to google it.
Prof: Interesting. Why do you think that is, summer?
Summer: Because we don't know the answer ourselves. Everyone is too busy, the pace of life is a lot quicker so the need for comradery, to connect with people face to face has become....
Student: pointless.
Summer: not exactly pointless but....its--- times have changed.
Prof: pointless...so there's no need for human interaction?
Summer: there's a need for it but not in the old way. It's much quicker to express how you feel through abbreviation/text.
Prof: what about now? We're communicating without a device...
Summer: well I need my grade miss.
Prof: All about the grade huh summer..
Summer: well I love this class--
Prof: I know I'm kidding with you
Summer: I think this shines light on chemistry.
Prof: oooo that's interesting..
Summer: well its been said that phereomones and other smells isn't real among humans and its only an animal thing; but clearly we follow people on social media but don't like them in real life....I think that's kind of strange.
Prof: you're right, it is. It's strange. But you're leaving out a lot of things like maybe the person on facebook or IG (as you guys call it) might like one particular thing about a person, maybe relationships, religions, beliefs, standards play in this. It's easy to show how you feel online, a lot harder to translate that into actual word...possibly this shines light on emotional intelligence?
Sunmer: how so?
Prof: There's a time and place for everything and a right way to say things. For example, "Summer, your fucking breathe stinks!" Is kind of harsh vs "hey dude, your breathe stinks here's some gum" Is a lot more subtle, honest, and loving. Everyone deep down knows when they're screwing up but its approach that will get the person to agree; attack is not one of them, but we associate negative with attacking.
Student 3: There's a chinese proverb or quote that relates to this...
Summer: you're thinking of Buddha I believe its... "In a controversy the instant we feel anger, we have already ceased striving for the truth, and have begun striving for ourselves."
Student 4: what about, "you will not be punished for your anger but punished by your anger"
Summer: that part.
Prof: There's a lot of animosity in today's world is what I'm sensing from your responses.
Summer: the anger was already there it just became more clear with social media. We need anger but people fear anger. We're strangers to each other so we don't know each other's tipping points; social media kind of highlights through pictures and comments what kind of person one is.
Prof: hmm..so you're saying one is able to judge a book by its cover because people who have a similar look and comment a similar way or agree on a topic are the same? Therefore if 5 are like this 6 and so on are similar? If that's the case, then technology is no different than people watching at a coffee shop.
Student 1: well it is...on social media you say what you really mean; versus out in public, in person, nobody is going to speak what they're really feeling.
Prof: Because of fear?
Summer: yeah, I mean not everybody, most are the same online as they are in person but on average most people fear others
Prof: Its okay to fear others, its shows we understand position and have respect. Ok class our hour is up see you next week; btw papers are graded. Summer, can you hang back for a sec...
Summer: what's up?
(Classroom clears out)
Prof: I loved your paper, "What is life?" But I gave you a B minus...
Summer: oh...ok...uh, why?
Prof: some grammitcal errors but I feel you know more, I want to challenge you, push you a little more...
Summer: ok...so do you want me to rewrite the paper?
Prof: yep. Your grade is already counted for; so if you write the paper and I feel it falls below your b minus you stay with your orginal grade, if you write an A paper, I'll give you the A.
Summer: oh sweet...I think...what was the highest grade?
Prof: I'm not allowed to disclose that info but lets just say your paper set the curve.
Summer: oh...but isn't this opinion?
Prof: It is. A lot of people copied each other which is why I'm having you re-write your paper.
Summer: ohhh...
Prof: yeah, so no more sharing your paper?
Summer: I needed cash.
Prof: yep, all college students do...so Summer, What is life?
(Classroom quiet)
Student: our out look?
Prof: elaborate.
Student: I don't know...maybe the way we treat each other?
Prof: you're warm, think you can nail it home?
Summer: we're a cold world. Since the exlposion of technology, we tend to lean more on our technology, if you ask a question people are quick to tell you to google it.
Prof: Interesting. Why do you think that is, summer?
Summer: Because we don't know the answer ourselves. Everyone is too busy, the pace of life is a lot quicker so the need for comradery, to connect with people face to face has become....
Student: pointless.
Summer: not exactly pointless but....its--- times have changed.
Prof: pointless...so there's no need for human interaction?
Summer: there's a need for it but not in the old way. It's much quicker to express how you feel through abbreviation/text.
Prof: what about now? We're communicating without a device...
Summer: well I need my grade miss.
Prof: All about the grade huh summer..
Summer: well I love this class--
Prof: I know I'm kidding with you
Summer: I think this shines light on chemistry.
Prof: oooo that's interesting..
Summer: well its been said that phereomones and other smells isn't real among humans and its only an animal thing; but clearly we follow people on social media but don't like them in real life....I think that's kind of strange.
Prof: you're right, it is. It's strange. But you're leaving out a lot of things like maybe the person on facebook or IG (as you guys call it) might like one particular thing about a person, maybe relationships, religions, beliefs, standards play in this. It's easy to show how you feel online, a lot harder to translate that into actual word...possibly this shines light on emotional intelligence?
Sunmer: how so?
Prof: There's a time and place for everything and a right way to say things. For example, "Summer, your fucking breathe stinks!" Is kind of harsh vs "hey dude, your breathe stinks here's some gum" Is a lot more subtle, honest, and loving. Everyone deep down knows when they're screwing up but its approach that will get the person to agree; attack is not one of them, but we associate negative with attacking.
Student 3: There's a chinese proverb or quote that relates to this...
Summer: you're thinking of Buddha I believe its... "In a controversy the instant we feel anger, we have already ceased striving for the truth, and have begun striving for ourselves."
Student 4: what about, "you will not be punished for your anger but punished by your anger"
Summer: that part.
Prof: There's a lot of animosity in today's world is what I'm sensing from your responses.
Summer: the anger was already there it just became more clear with social media. We need anger but people fear anger. We're strangers to each other so we don't know each other's tipping points; social media kind of highlights through pictures and comments what kind of person one is.
Prof: hmm..so you're saying one is able to judge a book by its cover because people who have a similar look and comment a similar way or agree on a topic are the same? Therefore if 5 are like this 6 and so on are similar? If that's the case, then technology is no different than people watching at a coffee shop.
Student 1: well it is...on social media you say what you really mean; versus out in public, in person, nobody is going to speak what they're really feeling.
Prof: Because of fear?
Summer: yeah, I mean not everybody, most are the same online as they are in person but on average most people fear others
Prof: Its okay to fear others, its shows we understand position and have respect. Ok class our hour is up see you next week; btw papers are graded. Summer, can you hang back for a sec...
Summer: what's up?
(Classroom clears out)
Prof: I loved your paper, "What is life?" But I gave you a B minus...
Summer: oh...ok...uh, why?
Prof: some grammitcal errors but I feel you know more, I want to challenge you, push you a little more...
Summer: ok...so do you want me to rewrite the paper?
Prof: yep. Your grade is already counted for; so if you write the paper and I feel it falls below your b minus you stay with your orginal grade, if you write an A paper, I'll give you the A.
Summer: oh sweet...I think...what was the highest grade?
Prof: I'm not allowed to disclose that info but lets just say your paper set the curve.
Summer: oh...but isn't this opinion?
Prof: It is. A lot of people copied each other which is why I'm having you re-write your paper.
Summer: ohhh...
Prof: yeah, so no more sharing your paper?
Summer: I needed cash.
Prof: yep, all college students do...so Summer, What is life?
Tuesday, August 1, 2017
What is life?
Life- "The existence of a individual human being or animal."
That definition wraps it up but does our society agree? Does our biology agree? Since the begginning of our existence, the way we survived were in groups. It's how we bond, protect, grow, nourish, it's who we are today but most importantly it's how we win the game of life.
Groups spawned villages which in turn drived our cities, which brought cultures closer, combining cultures thus creating anew; from inventions down to fashion and the way we speak, groups are the way of life. But what is life?
"The existence of an individual person." How can one be an individual when in a group you have to conform to an alpha way of thinking? The moment you have a different opinion in a group, one becomes an outcast. Our society was created off following trend. Alphas set the trend.
What is life? Our society is fake. The alphas set the trend, the marketers spot it and they manipulate the rest. The brain is sensitive. It takes 3 weeks to form a solid brain pathway, it takes minutes to lay the ground work. The moment its advertised, you have been influenced. What is life?
Life is to have freedom of opinion, freedom of thought, in the game of life you do have freedom but to an extent. When this society was created, its said that ancient knowledge was hidden which lead to a rise of religions. Part of that knowledge was an understanding of the mind.
What is God? God is us. God is our brain pathways which have been manipulated. God in this society is created through religion. Religion has mixed truth with lie. The truth is we can speak anything through the tounge, the lie: was that what you wanted or was that manipulation?
With technology in place, its easier to see what you want, to pray to God and 15 minutes later or to be realistic some days, months later your speech becomes real. The real God, the energy, the universe whatever you call her/him, moves through the fake society as well. The real God is everywhere.
What is life? Its not this, its not the society you see today. Its not our religions or all the marketing thrown at us. Its not getting up to go buy something, its not going to work, sitting in traffic, this is not life; buying stuff, television, internet/social media marketing is all part of a game, when you take that away, what are you left with? That emptyness you feel, its not empty, its life. Nobody knows what's it like to live unless one is rich. You've played the game, changed the rules.
So I ask you, what is life?
That definition wraps it up but does our society agree? Does our biology agree? Since the begginning of our existence, the way we survived were in groups. It's how we bond, protect, grow, nourish, it's who we are today but most importantly it's how we win the game of life.
Groups spawned villages which in turn drived our cities, which brought cultures closer, combining cultures thus creating anew; from inventions down to fashion and the way we speak, groups are the way of life. But what is life?
"The existence of an individual person." How can one be an individual when in a group you have to conform to an alpha way of thinking? The moment you have a different opinion in a group, one becomes an outcast. Our society was created off following trend. Alphas set the trend.
What is life? Our society is fake. The alphas set the trend, the marketers spot it and they manipulate the rest. The brain is sensitive. It takes 3 weeks to form a solid brain pathway, it takes minutes to lay the ground work. The moment its advertised, you have been influenced. What is life?
Life is to have freedom of opinion, freedom of thought, in the game of life you do have freedom but to an extent. When this society was created, its said that ancient knowledge was hidden which lead to a rise of religions. Part of that knowledge was an understanding of the mind.
What is God? God is us. God is our brain pathways which have been manipulated. God in this society is created through religion. Religion has mixed truth with lie. The truth is we can speak anything through the tounge, the lie: was that what you wanted or was that manipulation?
With technology in place, its easier to see what you want, to pray to God and 15 minutes later or to be realistic some days, months later your speech becomes real. The real God, the energy, the universe whatever you call her/him, moves through the fake society as well. The real God is everywhere.
What is life? Its not this, its not the society you see today. Its not our religions or all the marketing thrown at us. Its not getting up to go buy something, its not going to work, sitting in traffic, this is not life; buying stuff, television, internet/social media marketing is all part of a game, when you take that away, what are you left with? That emptyness you feel, its not empty, its life. Nobody knows what's it like to live unless one is rich. You've played the game, changed the rules.
So I ask you, what is life?
Monday, July 31, 2017
Untitled XVIII
Never apologize for being rude because 9 times out of 10 the person desrved it, its just that....people get so petty, so caught up in there feelings and insecurities, they want you to see there light but don't see the shade they cast, they wanna embarrass you but get shy when you blast, I'm not the butt end of your joke, I am not a laugh.
Don't apologize for being rude, don't be kind or bend, that niggas ego is bullshit, that ego is full of sin...that shit will get you caught up, beliving lies, living a life that's not your's but in a fake society your lies seem real...never apologize for being rude...
Don't apologize for being rude, don't be kind or bend, that niggas ego is bullshit, that ego is full of sin...that shit will get you caught up, beliving lies, living a life that's not your's but in a fake society your lies seem real...never apologize for being rude...
Thursday, July 27, 2017
Thoughts
I try
to do adult
things like
have a wine
rack and
what not
but I usually
drink the
wine...
to do adult
things like
have a wine
rack and
what not
but I usually
drink the
wine...
Thursday, July 13, 2017
Me and the boys
We shoot
the shit,
Smoke some
weed, watch
some movies
play some games,
I watch the games,
every blue moon
I play, they find it
strange, for me watching
is calming, everyday,
all day I compete,
so to play a video
game doesn't help
me, it
doesn't relieve
nor distracts
it puts me
back on
attack, speaking,
smoking, and
laughing, imagination,
is distracting but
violence only makes
me have a negative
reaction...
Friend: stop being a little bitch, pussy. Here, just try this first round, its mind blowing.
Summer: I, I just dont understand. I don't hate it, I enjoy watching you guys play.
Friend: come get some bitch.
Summer: (picks up pipe, takes a hit, blows out smoke, picks up controller, kind of coughing) ok bitch...
The weed
seeps in,
the bright
explosions,
loud bangs
and glaring lights
escapes into wee
hours of the night,
laughing and mindlessly
killing, like a glass of
milk spilling, I've
emptied my
feelings, anger
has left the building,
my endorphins
are through the ceiling,
memories are
made, we laugh
at mistakes, the
weed tricking
our senses, letting
down our defensive
ironic we're playing
a shooting game,
we have no offense its,
magically delicious!
Friend: bruh, cereal sounds bomb right now.
Summer: yea.....we should get captin crunch, with two BIG ASS scoops of vanilla Ice cream... (looks at 3rd friend) when did you get here?
3rd: I've been here...remember an hour ago? I was eating cereal...
Friend: oh yeah, wuss up.
Summer: sooo do you have anymor--- can you do a vanilla ice cream captin crunch run? Lol
3rd: sure.
Friend: oh! And beer please...lol
the shit,
Smoke some
weed, watch
some movies
play some games,
I watch the games,
every blue moon
I play, they find it
strange, for me watching
is calming, everyday,
all day I compete,
so to play a video
game doesn't help
me, it
doesn't relieve
nor distracts
it puts me
back on
attack, speaking,
smoking, and
laughing, imagination,
is distracting but
violence only makes
me have a negative
reaction...
Friend: stop being a little bitch, pussy. Here, just try this first round, its mind blowing.
Summer: I, I just dont understand. I don't hate it, I enjoy watching you guys play.
Friend: come get some bitch.
Summer: (picks up pipe, takes a hit, blows out smoke, picks up controller, kind of coughing) ok bitch...
The weed
seeps in,
the bright
explosions,
loud bangs
and glaring lights
escapes into wee
hours of the night,
laughing and mindlessly
killing, like a glass of
milk spilling, I've
emptied my
feelings, anger
has left the building,
my endorphins
are through the ceiling,
memories are
made, we laugh
at mistakes, the
weed tricking
our senses, letting
down our defensive
ironic we're playing
a shooting game,
we have no offense its,
magically delicious!
Friend: bruh, cereal sounds bomb right now.
Summer: yea.....we should get captin crunch, with two BIG ASS scoops of vanilla Ice cream... (looks at 3rd friend) when did you get here?
3rd: I've been here...remember an hour ago? I was eating cereal...
Friend: oh yeah, wuss up.
Summer: sooo do you have anymor--- can you do a vanilla ice cream captin crunch run? Lol
3rd: sure.
Friend: oh! And beer please...lol
Tuesday, July 11, 2017
Lies
You say
that you
love me,
you hug
me, you
do cute
faces to
make me
laugh, you
even bug
me when
I'm sad,
but I'm not
stupid, I
know where
I stand, you
and your man,
ya'll got kids,
just fix what
you have, if
you need me
me I got your
back just don't
lie to me about
that, I'm not
a savage nor
a homewrecker,
despite what past
people will tell you,
yeah I've made
some mistakes
not everyone
is great I
learned from
yesterday....
There's
two sides
to love and
you love me
one way, but
your actions
suggest romance
your speech is
confused, your
eyes are infused
with lusty
Thoughts
that keeps
a flirty flame
amused but
conscious
actions, a
sense of
guilt, feelings
you feel, the
memories I
feel begin to
spill, because
thoughts
become real
when you
entertain the
thrill, so whose
gonna foot this
bill? Lies are
expensive, it
cost friendships
and trust, a
thought bubble
to bust, is it
worth the thrust?
Is it worth the nut?
Is it worth the butt?
Is it worth the but?
Either way an
asshole is involved
and no problems
solved, only
kisses you
blow at the
job, so I'm
using my head
so I don't bust,
kind of ironic
I must say
should you
continue the
lies or should I call it
a lay? In
Hawaii its
used to
beautify
and distinguish
themselves
from others
so if I give you
the lei its to
distinguish
between
husband and
lover..
we
should
stay as
friends
until the
lies
are
uncovered...
that you
love me,
you hug
me, you
do cute
faces to
make me
laugh, you
even bug
me when
I'm sad,
but I'm not
stupid, I
know where
I stand, you
and your man,
ya'll got kids,
just fix what
you have, if
you need me
me I got your
back just don't
lie to me about
that, I'm not
a savage nor
a homewrecker,
despite what past
people will tell you,
yeah I've made
some mistakes
not everyone
is great I
learned from
yesterday....
There's
two sides
to love and
you love me
one way, but
your actions
suggest romance
your speech is
confused, your
eyes are infused
with lusty
Thoughts
that keeps
a flirty flame
amused but
conscious
actions, a
sense of
guilt, feelings
you feel, the
memories I
feel begin to
spill, because
thoughts
become real
when you
entertain the
thrill, so whose
gonna foot this
bill? Lies are
expensive, it
cost friendships
and trust, a
thought bubble
to bust, is it
worth the thrust?
Is it worth the nut?
Is it worth the butt?
Is it worth the but?
Either way an
asshole is involved
and no problems
solved, only
kisses you
blow at the
job, so I'm
using my head
so I don't bust,
kind of ironic
I must say
should you
continue the
lies or should I call it
a lay? In
Hawaii its
used to
beautify
and distinguish
themselves
from others
so if I give you
the lei its to
distinguish
between
husband and
lover..
we
should
stay as
friends
until the
lies
are
uncovered...
Trust
I would've beat
them cheeks
but I prefer to
keep the peace
there's no need to
fight over my D, I
Continue Knowing
she is married and
its going to be a problem
if I slide up in the middle,
I slid into her DMs, she hid it
for some months, oh, you don't
know about our diner dates
and lunch, sending her to
work with those hickeys on
her neck, is only gonna make
me send her back to you a wreck,
leave the na na wet but she ain't
fuckin you tonight, she layed up in
the sheets dreamin bout my dick
inside, she likes her hair pulled, I
saw the look she made, I've
been cheated on don't nobody like
being played, she tellin you the truth
Her and I we behaved, you fighting
with your girl you only pushing her away,
she told me about the tantrum, calling me
Deon, its not a good look that's how you
get cheat on.
them cheeks
but I prefer to
keep the peace
there's no need to
fight over my D, I
Continue Knowing
she is married and
its going to be a problem
if I slide up in the middle,
I slid into her DMs, she hid it
for some months, oh, you don't
know about our diner dates
and lunch, sending her to
work with those hickeys on
her neck, is only gonna make
me send her back to you a wreck,
leave the na na wet but she ain't
fuckin you tonight, she layed up in
the sheets dreamin bout my dick
inside, she likes her hair pulled, I
saw the look she made, I've
been cheated on don't nobody like
being played, she tellin you the truth
Her and I we behaved, you fighting
with your girl you only pushing her away,
she told me about the tantrum, calling me
Deon, its not a good look that's how you
get cheat on.
Monday, July 10, 2017
Kiss the sun
I was
told not
to fly to
close to
the sun,
but I
wanted to
kiss the lips,
feel the warmth
feel the shine,
but like those
before me they
told me about
the sun, they
told me skies
the limit...
The wax
In my
wings
will melt
and I'll
fall out
the sky,
I'll crash
and burn
in the ashes
to become
a Phoenix
again, I will
rise, I will
not lose.
There's
a way to
kiss the sun
you have to
be strategic
because life
so far has
taught me
success
is comedic
its unfair
but those
on top mastered
the glare, they
kiss the sun
and now they
bask in
the glow,
its like they
swallowed
the light so
every time
they speak,
its success
even if its
tounge in
cheek, I'll
be there I'm
not worried
I will get to
the top, I
will fly
close to the
sun, pressure
makes diamond
rocks..
told not
to fly to
close to
the sun,
but I
wanted to
kiss the lips,
feel the warmth
feel the shine,
but like those
before me they
told me about
the sun, they
told me skies
the limit...
The wax
In my
wings
will melt
and I'll
fall out
the sky,
I'll crash
and burn
in the ashes
to become
a Phoenix
again, I will
rise, I will
not lose.
There's
a way to
kiss the sun
you have to
be strategic
because life
so far has
taught me
success
is comedic
its unfair
but those
on top mastered
the glare, they
kiss the sun
and now they
bask in
the glow,
its like they
swallowed
the light so
every time
they speak,
its success
even if its
tounge in
cheek, I'll
be there I'm
not worried
I will get to
the top, I
will fly
close to the
sun, pressure
makes diamond
rocks..
Saturday, July 8, 2017
1:15 a.m. thoughts
I would put the wine on the small of your back, right in the dip and slowly sip so you could feel my bottom lip slurp up the wine on your spine make you feel goose bumps in your behind, of course nothing is perfect so some would spill on the sheets...I would put the wine on the small of your back and drink. Infused with your skin, intoxicated by your smell, emancipated from your vail, I can etice your body no heat gels, I'll float your boat no wind sails. I want to fuck you, hands tied to the bed post, pillars knocking the wall. The slowly squeaky springs popping out of place while the ceiling fan spins at a slow pace, this won't be fast, this will be slow, I want the thickest part of my inches engulfed in your warmth...that, that last line was kind of funny..lol...I got a little carried away...
(Phone vibrates on bed)
Girl: hi. 😊
Summer: how's it going? 😊
Girl: what are you up to?
Summer: nothing, just finishing it up my paper for philosophy class. You?
..... stops
.......... stops
............. stops
Girl: nothing.
Summer: ok so you text me at 1:25 in the morning---
So are you down to fuc---
What do you wa---
Yep.
Girl: sooo...what is your paper about?
Summer: its about life and its titled what is life?
Girl: oh that sounds cool...would love to read it one day...
Summer: how about right now?
Girl: right now? It's 1:30 in the morning and I'm kind of tipsy.
Summer: Even better, you don't have to read the whole thing...how about we paraphrase it over a bottle of wine?
Girl: wine? 😍 ok!! Be home in 20...do you have enough for my girls?
Summer: girls? Umm sure...how many?
Girl: its just three of us...
Summer: oh...yeah, np...
Girl: yea!! See you in a bit. 😙
(Phone vibrates on bed)
Girl: hi. 😊
Summer: how's it going? 😊
Girl: what are you up to?
Summer: nothing, just finishing it up my paper for philosophy class. You?
..... stops
.......... stops
............. stops
Girl: nothing.
Summer: ok so you text me at 1:25 in the morning---
So are you down to fuc---
What do you wa---
Yep.
Girl: sooo...what is your paper about?
Summer: its about life and its titled what is life?
Girl: oh that sounds cool...would love to read it one day...
Summer: how about right now?
Girl: right now? It's 1:30 in the morning and I'm kind of tipsy.
Summer: Even better, you don't have to read the whole thing...how about we paraphrase it over a bottle of wine?
Girl: wine? 😍 ok!! Be home in 20...do you have enough for my girls?
Summer: girls? Umm sure...how many?
Girl: its just three of us...
Summer: oh...yeah, np...
Girl: yea!! See you in a bit. 😙
Friday, July 7, 2017
1 a.m. thoughts
My fingers dance across your face and tap dance on your lips in a kicking motion touching the small cracks while kissing your smoothed corners...I won't lick, I'm not a fan of unnecessary saliva, I won't over abuse the area that intiated spark but I will ease my tounge over to your kneck like a slow walk in the park, I want to make your speech stall, heavy breathing repeating, I want your ear lobes tickled, triggered brain images of me eating, I want to tease you just a little...
Thursday, July 6, 2017
Life in motion
Swag on
trill, 100 dollar
bills, flossin on
the gram for the
glam, I miss
Stephanie but her
man, well he's, and
she's, let's just say
bee's get violent when
you near the hive, and
I'm a bear with the honey...
Swag on
Trill, 100 dollar
bills, flossin on
the gram that part
is a lie, I'm taking
pictures of the sky,
yet I'm reaching for
space, I'm scared of
heights so my success
is delayed, it's like I get
the momentum and I look
behind, like you not high
enough stop looking behind,
the ground is still close, fear is
mind, own the mother fucker,
my fear is mine, you need your
vision clear and fear can blind,
I build Rome at night so I don't
see the grind, I fall when the sun
rise, rise when the sun shifts, eat
a quick breakfast take a shower,
take a shit off to my shift, this is
some bullshift, I guess everything
in life at some point has to shift...
trill, 100 dollar
bills, flossin on
the gram for the
glam, I miss
Stephanie but her
man, well he's, and
she's, let's just say
bee's get violent when
you near the hive, and
I'm a bear with the honey...
Swag on
Trill, 100 dollar
bills, flossin on
the gram that part
is a lie, I'm taking
pictures of the sky,
yet I'm reaching for
space, I'm scared of
heights so my success
is delayed, it's like I get
the momentum and I look
behind, like you not high
enough stop looking behind,
the ground is still close, fear is
mind, own the mother fucker,
my fear is mine, you need your
vision clear and fear can blind,
I build Rome at night so I don't
see the grind, I fall when the sun
rise, rise when the sun shifts, eat
a quick breakfast take a shower,
take a shit off to my shift, this is
some bullshift, I guess everything
in life at some point has to shift...
Wednesday, July 5, 2017
Late to the party
Everybody's drunk
Everyone is drunk
Everyone is happy
Everybody's blissful..
I see some people
On the couch there
In full Conversation
I see a couple in the
Corner locking eyes,
locking lips, a few passi-
natley dancing, some
Intrigued with the high,
I smell the danky weed lit
but the bowl is full of ash
I should've guessed by the
dank smell and slightly foggy room
that everybody's lit, they all took a hit,
Everyone is high, cross faded glossy
eyes, why am I surprised? Its in the open
no surmise, empty french fry containers
from five guys, its 2:37 in the morning
and it looks like the aftermath of when a
hurricane hits, all the food wrappers suggest
multiple hurricane hits, chopped and screwed
R&B got the scragglers feeling it, I guess it's
time for us to make like a tree and split...
Friend: Its make like a tree and leave or make like a banana and split, (he laughs)
Summer: You haven't seen back 2 the future huh?
Friend: back 2 the who? Sounds interesting.
Summer: bro I have it on my phone. I have a joint and magically I just found some dorritos, we're going to plop down on this floor, get stoned and watch Back 2 the future, you'll love it.
Monday, July 3, 2017
Stoners of Summer
It all seemed
clear when
the clouds
reappeared we
felt a little
dazed when
the clouds disappeared
we saw the truth in 2 ways
but one way ease the blow
perception is a bitch but reality
is a hoe, life is easy its
how you view you I suppose,
its understanding that your highs
are therapy for your lows, its
questioning the question, while
answering the rhetorical, its not
having answers but expecting an
allegorical...
clear when
the clouds
reappeared we
felt a little
dazed when
the clouds disappeared
we saw the truth in 2 ways
but one way ease the blow
perception is a bitch but reality
is a hoe, life is easy its
how you view you I suppose,
its understanding that your highs
are therapy for your lows, its
questioning the question, while
answering the rhetorical, its not
having answers but expecting an
allegorical...
Basking in
the rays on
the long summer
days, like life moves
slow because the day
never ends, kids outside
screaming making crazy
noise, teens breaking up
or romance begins to brew,
young adults transition into
the work force or college,
adults continue adulting,
secretly envious of kids,
kids jealous of adult freedom
but don't realize its not as free,
but life is what you make it out
to be...duality of man...
the rays on
the long summer
days, like life moves
slow because the day
never ends, kids outside
screaming making crazy
noise, teens breaking up
or romance begins to brew,
young adults transition into
the work force or college,
adults continue adulting,
secretly envious of kids,
kids jealous of adult freedom
but don't realize its not as free,
but life is what you make it out
to be...duality of man...
Wednesday, June 28, 2017
Convo with Winter
Summer: Imagine I was your thoughts, I would try to be my happiest so you wouldn't feel pain...
Winter: You must be high.
Summer: This coming from the man who said Angels sing to the universe heart beat...
Winter: Touche Summer....its not a bad thing.
Summer: what? Being high?
Winter: You know what I find interesting about lies, Summer?
Summer: ok....what intrest you about lies senor Winter?
Winter: They comfort us.
Summer: They do not. If anything, they make us not trust a person.
Winter: (laughs) yeah, that's most people's response..... look around you. This whole society is a lie, our whole life is a lie.
Summer: What is a lie?
Winter: now you're thinking summer....what is a god damn lie? (Looks at the sky) A man is suppose to have sex with multiple women and if he doesn't have a number count, he's looked at less by his peers; in reality most men, just like women, lie about there number.
Summer: I don't lie about my numbers.
Winter: I wasn't talking about you in general. I'm sure at some point you did...and when you did, you made sure you achieved that number.
Summer: What's your point Winter?
Winter: ah ha! So you did lie?
Summer: What's your point Winter?
Winter: being high isn't a bad thing...
Summer: What in the absolute vodka fuck are you talking about?
Winter: Not sure, can you spark up that joint please?
(Summer lights the joint, takes a hit, passes it to winter.)
Summer: Changing perspectives?
Winter: Yeah, Your Mom's perspectives! Oh!
Summer: Oh grow up old man!
Winter: Lighten up young sir...how ironic... (he smiles)
Summer: Are you going to tell me what intrest you about lies?
Winter: oh! Right! No matter what one lies about, there's one common emotion.
Summer: That's a lie, there's multiple reasons one would lie that links to different emotions.
Winter: hmm. You may be right, but all of those lead to one emotion.
Summer: Why can't you just let me be right for once?
Winter: Because when one is right, they're content; hence no change. A season doesn't change by staying the same; even in climates that don't see much of a difference between weather, there's still a change. So for us humans, we must never feel content, a soild answer maybe, but we should never feel complete...I want you to be different in Autumn, Summer.
Winter: You must be high.
Summer: This coming from the man who said Angels sing to the universe heart beat...
Winter: Touche Summer....its not a bad thing.
Summer: what? Being high?
Winter: You know what I find interesting about lies, Summer?
Summer: ok....what intrest you about lies senor Winter?
Winter: They comfort us.
Summer: They do not. If anything, they make us not trust a person.
Winter: (laughs) yeah, that's most people's response..... look around you. This whole society is a lie, our whole life is a lie.
Summer: What is a lie?
Winter: now you're thinking summer....what is a god damn lie? (Looks at the sky) A man is suppose to have sex with multiple women and if he doesn't have a number count, he's looked at less by his peers; in reality most men, just like women, lie about there number.
Summer: I don't lie about my numbers.
Winter: I wasn't talking about you in general. I'm sure at some point you did...and when you did, you made sure you achieved that number.
Summer: What's your point Winter?
Winter: ah ha! So you did lie?
Summer: What's your point Winter?
Winter: being high isn't a bad thing...
Summer: What in the absolute vodka fuck are you talking about?
Winter: Not sure, can you spark up that joint please?
(Summer lights the joint, takes a hit, passes it to winter.)
Summer: Changing perspectives?
Winter: Yeah, Your Mom's perspectives! Oh!
Summer: Oh grow up old man!
Winter: Lighten up young sir...how ironic... (he smiles)
Summer: Are you going to tell me what intrest you about lies?
Winter: oh! Right! No matter what one lies about, there's one common emotion.
Summer: That's a lie, there's multiple reasons one would lie that links to different emotions.
Winter: hmm. You may be right, but all of those lead to one emotion.
Summer: Why can't you just let me be right for once?
Winter: Because when one is right, they're content; hence no change. A season doesn't change by staying the same; even in climates that don't see much of a difference between weather, there's still a change. So for us humans, we must never feel content, a soild answer maybe, but we should never feel complete...I want you to be different in Autumn, Summer.
Monday, June 26, 2017
Saturday, June 24, 2017
Wednesday, June 21, 2017
Summer Solstice (June21st- Sept 22)
Summer is symbolic to our youth because in our youth, we're still deciding what we want to do; there's no pressure because the attitude of summer is care free, not to mention the long days which give the allusion of day being longer hence the lag on wanting to do things and get you life on the role. A lot of people can get caught in the hypnotic doldrums, the dreamy filter of life summer can present; when this happens, usually by mid to late summer, everything hits you in one shot. This is what they call the Saturn return which usually shows up in one's life starting around 27 and ending at 30. In summer, the signs play a role. You have Gemini ending spring and introducing you to summer, Cancer starting summer, Leo the dominant drive and influence, and Virgo ending your summer and helping you organize for fall.
The planets and stars that our key here are, The moon, The sun, Mercury, (on the Virgo side and Gemini side) Mars and Jupiter, the two planets not as dominant . Each one of these planets in Summer play crucial roles. Mercury is the planet of communication and intellect which shows up introducing you to Summer and conjuncts with the moon. The moon is responsible for care free, deep intuition, and feeling. In the first part of summer or in youth, this helps one become in individual, expressing how they feel. Mercury is in our skies till the end of June; as Cancer takes over, we become more influenced by the moon; which in youth, is the rise of care free, emotion, and deep intuition. The onset of Summer can be chaotic in a good way because cancer usually smooths out feelings and intuition guides us in the right direction.
As we move through summer, fire sign Leo shows up which in human life is about age 25. It gets tricky here because who we thought we were in cancer, gets thrown out the window. Leo brings the sun (shining light, yet warmth) Jupiter brings, wisdom, expansion which can be associated with graduating from college, an expanded mind and a few lessons learned, and Mars brings vitality, drive, which can be associated with prime and the time of life when we start thinking about kids and starting our career; on the flip side, youth is still dominant and wanting to hit the bars or travel is still an option, it becomes confusing.
Once we hit late summer and the light of Leo and jovial influence of Jupiter take back seat, organized intellectual planet of Mercury shows up again with Saturn and Venus in Virgo. In late summer or in human years mid to late 30's until about 45, we're organizing for later in life. Late summer is the cross roads where youth is still present but nothing compared to when we were in June. Summer comes to an end and who we were in June is a totally different person compared to September. Summer is growth, change, fun, passion, curiosity (but not as much as spring) a tad philosophical because we no longer are influenced by our parents, we've become individuals only for Leo to shine light on who we really are using the hypnotism of summer to ease the shock, and Jupiter's expansion to grow into a new and solid individual. Mercury shows up in compassionate and loving Virgo to connect with Venus for understanding and healing but with stern Saturn to make sure you don't repeat Summers lessons. Welcome to Summer and enjoy.
Monday, June 19, 2017
What is love?
I remember the
moment I layed
eyes on you and
I knew it was you
blue.
I knew what
to say, I remembered
that feeling as my broken
heart tried to feel love, racing
against time and watching how
things should have played out.
I knew that instant, that something
was off... its rare, that one gets to see
the time line of their life play out how its
suppose to, its like watching the tracks
and the train go on a different route, one
can only wonder what would've happened....
Something stops
me from conveying
my vision into words,
possibly youth or confused,
possibly to many emotions
are infused, I am blindly in
love with you so my visions
explanation to the heart is
construed, ghastly lies turned
to romantic lullabies, dreamy
eyes turned into good byes, restless
nights soothed by the moon made for
number sequences and good
morning surprise, like tangled hair
our eyes lock and dive into a dream,
for a second we escape the mean, for
those seconds we are free, for a
moment is just you and me......
Rudely we come
crashing back into
a world of chaos, a
world of turns and
burns, back stabbing
and deceit, greed and
lies, jealous snakes,
zealous fakes, a rebellious
state, we fight for space,
causing havoc for peace,
using the opposite of emotions
to find a right in-between.....
What is love?
moment I layed
eyes on you and
I knew it was you
blue.
I knew what
to say, I remembered
that feeling as my broken
heart tried to feel love, racing
against time and watching how
things should have played out.
I knew that instant, that something
was off... its rare, that one gets to see
the time line of their life play out how its
suppose to, its like watching the tracks
and the train go on a different route, one
can only wonder what would've happened....
Something stops
me from conveying
my vision into words,
possibly youth or confused,
possibly to many emotions
are infused, I am blindly in
love with you so my visions
explanation to the heart is
construed, ghastly lies turned
to romantic lullabies, dreamy
eyes turned into good byes, restless
nights soothed by the moon made for
number sequences and good
morning surprise, like tangled hair
our eyes lock and dive into a dream,
for a second we escape the mean, for
those seconds we are free, for a
moment is just you and me......
Rudely we come
crashing back into
a world of chaos, a
world of turns and
burns, back stabbing
and deceit, greed and
lies, jealous snakes,
zealous fakes, a rebellious
state, we fight for space,
causing havoc for peace,
using the opposite of emotions
to find a right in-between.....
What is love?
Chasser l'amour
Love doesn't understand material, passion doesn't fulfill wants, only lust fuels greed from what I can see...
I don't know why when you chase money you find love, maybe its because chasing money puts you on so many paths, possibly the numbers are a formula, a language that unlocks the code of love...
math is formulas, chemistry, its solutions, problems, it divides, multiples, adds, subtracts, much like a relationship filled with tears and laughs, kids and romantic baths, an understanding and connection, the only thing that requires perfection yet mistakes are made...
you make it count....as we count the dollars, we dream of a life, this dreamy world of perfection because money... does it lead us to love? Why when one chases money does one find love? Why is it when one chases love one finds money? It's Like two trains passing each other with passengers wanting to go in the opposite direction of where there going...I don't know why when one chases money one finds love...
I don't know why when you chase money you find love, maybe its because chasing money puts you on so many paths, possibly the numbers are a formula, a language that unlocks the code of love...
math is formulas, chemistry, its solutions, problems, it divides, multiples, adds, subtracts, much like a relationship filled with tears and laughs, kids and romantic baths, an understanding and connection, the only thing that requires perfection yet mistakes are made...
you make it count....as we count the dollars, we dream of a life, this dreamy world of perfection because money... does it lead us to love? Why when one chases money does one find love? Why is it when one chases love one finds money? It's Like two trains passing each other with passengers wanting to go in the opposite direction of where there going...I don't know why when one chases money one finds love...
Two sides
I dont know why I must fight with you, why you like to stir my emotions, why you like to hurt me, why you take my kindness for weakness, I dont know why...
the moment I strike back and don't nurse the dirt you dished you begin to wish I didn't exist, your eyes flood with tears, you ears drown out sound as the lump in your throat gets tight and your dried damp red eyes swell like if they were wishing wells and your tears were thoughts, its like we transferred emotions and you feel the hurt you call love...
I know its love, I know the cliche Hollywood romance is for the screen of mind, I know you have freeze frame moments, you layed on top of rose pedals surrounded around boquets...
you can't tell something is an addiction until you try to give it up...
what's the difference between love and addiction? Why does love feel like lust? Why does anger feel like hate? I went for a walk in the rain and people looked at me strange. I realized what I see as a strange look might be someone's look of content. What do emotions look like? Everyone responds differently
the moment I strike back and don't nurse the dirt you dished you begin to wish I didn't exist, your eyes flood with tears, you ears drown out sound as the lump in your throat gets tight and your dried damp red eyes swell like if they were wishing wells and your tears were thoughts, its like we transferred emotions and you feel the hurt you call love...
I know its love, I know the cliche Hollywood romance is for the screen of mind, I know you have freeze frame moments, you layed on top of rose pedals surrounded around boquets...
you can't tell something is an addiction until you try to give it up...
what's the difference between love and addiction? Why does love feel like lust? Why does anger feel like hate? I went for a walk in the rain and people looked at me strange. I realized what I see as a strange look might be someone's look of content. What do emotions look like? Everyone responds differently
Balance
Without blue there's no red, without water there's no land, without cats there's no dogs and the list continues...
why does one need the other? How come one can't exist without it? Is it in human nature to rebel? One day I got fed up with my boss and his tyranny and I wanted to throw a tire wrench through his windshield: the irony, I was to the point where I didn't give a fuck if these assholes were going to fire me, but I knew this year was the year that I would hit them with an iron fist but like night to day I realized we have different views but its the same date....
I don't know why when we're sure we're wrong, and when we're wrong we are right, when we plan it differs, without a plan we bicker and miss the bigger picture, lose the course and we become bitter...
balance is beautiful but it appears everything born from it isn't. As I open all the windows in my house, open the back door, open the front door, the wind ravish through the house when it pleased, rustling through the trees, carrying sweet scents of distinct flowers and swirling dead leaves....
tranquil by the cool air and the sun playing peek-a-boo behind the clouds, I shut the door to my room only for a gush to push the door open...
I want it closed, the wind opposed, I wanted fresh air in the house, the wind blows, but I close one window and things change...the door closed and the house stayed fresh...what is balance?
why does one need the other? How come one can't exist without it? Is it in human nature to rebel? One day I got fed up with my boss and his tyranny and I wanted to throw a tire wrench through his windshield: the irony, I was to the point where I didn't give a fuck if these assholes were going to fire me, but I knew this year was the year that I would hit them with an iron fist but like night to day I realized we have different views but its the same date....
I don't know why when we're sure we're wrong, and when we're wrong we are right, when we plan it differs, without a plan we bicker and miss the bigger picture, lose the course and we become bitter...
balance is beautiful but it appears everything born from it isn't. As I open all the windows in my house, open the back door, open the front door, the wind ravish through the house when it pleased, rustling through the trees, carrying sweet scents of distinct flowers and swirling dead leaves....
tranquil by the cool air and the sun playing peek-a-boo behind the clouds, I shut the door to my room only for a gush to push the door open...
I want it closed, the wind opposed, I wanted fresh air in the house, the wind blows, but I close one window and things change...the door closed and the house stayed fresh...what is balance?
Late spring conversing with early spring
Early: what's the difference between psychosis and religion?
Late: what? Dude, that's soo unappropiate.
Early: It is?
Late: Yes, your basically implying that people who are religious have a mental problem and that's totally not cool.
Early: I wasn't trying to hurt anyone...I was talking to winter and winter said religion doesn't exist and people with psychosis see things that aren't there and---
Late: You were talking to winter? Dude Winter is harsh, cold, and old, of course he would imply religious people are crazy...did you ever think winter is crazy?
Early: why would I think that?
Late: because winter lives for Nostalgic moments and never gives an answer or if Winter gives an answer, he tells you to look with in to find the true meaning or some bullshit that makes no sense. Look, Religion is real, however the stories are kind of questionable.
Early: I don't get it..
Late: ok, religion exsit. We have artifacts, books, temples, churches, all kinds of real stuff to show religion exist. The stories are questionable but they have meaning.
Early: what's the meaning?
Late: read it dude, besides your too young to understand it.
Early: too young? Your only older than me by a few years.
Late: true, but I comprehend things a little different....look I'll tell you this much early, the stories religion present to us are a guideline, an example of what we should do...just keep reading, trust me you'll begin to change...and by the way, your question is totally unappropiate but sinceits something you're pondering, what do you think the difference between religion and psychosis are?
Late: what? Dude, that's soo unappropiate.
Early: It is?
Late: Yes, your basically implying that people who are religious have a mental problem and that's totally not cool.
Early: I wasn't trying to hurt anyone...I was talking to winter and winter said religion doesn't exist and people with psychosis see things that aren't there and---
Late: You were talking to winter? Dude Winter is harsh, cold, and old, of course he would imply religious people are crazy...did you ever think winter is crazy?
Early: why would I think that?
Late: because winter lives for Nostalgic moments and never gives an answer or if Winter gives an answer, he tells you to look with in to find the true meaning or some bullshit that makes no sense. Look, Religion is real, however the stories are kind of questionable.
Early: I don't get it..
Late: ok, religion exsit. We have artifacts, books, temples, churches, all kinds of real stuff to show religion exist. The stories are questionable but they have meaning.
Early: what's the meaning?
Late: read it dude, besides your too young to understand it.
Early: too young? Your only older than me by a few years.
Late: true, but I comprehend things a little different....look I'll tell you this much early, the stories religion present to us are a guideline, an example of what we should do...just keep reading, trust me you'll begin to change...and by the way, your question is totally unappropiate but sinceits something you're pondering, what do you think the difference between religion and psychosis are?
Autumn conversing with Spring
Spring: what is love?
Autumn: ......its an emotion that's intense, a tad impulsive, its joy, happiness... love changes you and can make you do things you never thought before...
Spring: I don't understand.
Autumn: nobody understands it completely.
Autumn: ......its an emotion that's intense, a tad impulsive, its joy, happiness... love changes you and can make you do things you never thought before...
Spring: I don't understand.
Autumn: nobody understands it completely.
Wednesday, May 3, 2017
What is it like to kiss?
I often wonder,
I plunder, and
fight the thunder
of passion that
constantly implodes,
What is it like to kiss?
It looks
disgusting at first,
its the initial shock,
the exchange of spit....
from a different
perspective it looks
soft and slow, like time
stopped....the way ones
lips slowly drag across the
face like a train to a wedding
dress, the obsessed stare and
tugging of hair, the ability of hands
moving across each others body
like a mime, pulling each other
closer signaling your mine,
kisses on the neck sending
goose bumps up the spine,
the light bites on the ear lobe
like your whispering naughty
thoughts to my mind, the
light grind against my zipper
telling me its time....
What is it like to kiss?
What if its not quite right?
What if the person is a lip bitter
but to damn hard, like from
erotic to pain, confusing my
brain...
What if its sloppy?
What if its a stingy
kiss from someone
with full lips? Like
there heart is still on
the cliff while the brain
went spelunking unequipped...
night eyes graze the sky with
a wish, what is it like to kiss?
I plunder, and
fight the thunder
of passion that
constantly implodes,
What is it like to kiss?
It looks
disgusting at first,
its the initial shock,
the exchange of spit....
from a different
perspective it looks
soft and slow, like time
stopped....the way ones
lips slowly drag across the
face like a train to a wedding
dress, the obsessed stare and
tugging of hair, the ability of hands
moving across each others body
like a mime, pulling each other
closer signaling your mine,
kisses on the neck sending
goose bumps up the spine,
the light bites on the ear lobe
like your whispering naughty
thoughts to my mind, the
light grind against my zipper
telling me its time....
What is it like to kiss?
What if its not quite right?
What if the person is a lip bitter
but to damn hard, like from
erotic to pain, confusing my
brain...
What if its sloppy?
What if its a stingy
kiss from someone
with full lips? Like
there heart is still on
the cliff while the brain
went spelunking unequipped...
night eyes graze the sky with
a wish, what is it like to kiss?
Tuesday, May 2, 2017
Strangers
My parents said
to never trust strangers,
those are people you
don't know, those
are folks who want
to hurt and say all kinds
of nasty words, those
are not your friends...
but I'm starting to undestand,
strangers aren't just unfamiliar
faces either...
to never trust strangers,
those are people you
don't know, those
are folks who want
to hurt and say all kinds
of nasty words, those
are not your friends...
but I'm starting to undestand,
strangers aren't just unfamiliar
faces either...
Monday, May 1, 2017
Sunday, April 16, 2017
We are
Why does everything
sound the same?
How come when
water hits a car, it
sounds like wind ruffling
through the leaves? Why
are things different with similar sounds?
I was at the ocean the other day and
I watched the sun rays glare, the water
splashed on the pier and left a puddle
at my feet. I saw a reflection in the
puddle and I saw the mirror that was me.
Is God a liar?
You told me
he created
the son, you
told me the
devil is his son,
you told me it
was his most
beautiful creation,
you told me he
loves us but
damns us in revelations,
you told me 7 days
everything came into
creation, you told me
he loves me, you told
me Lucifer is evil but
God created him, Is
God a Liar?
Are lies
only meant
for the divine?
Are lies real?
What's a lie?
What is God?
What is religion?
Is it real? Are
visions real?
Is God a
lie or is
man a lie?
Is God a
man or woman?
Do Animals
go to hell?
They Kill?
and aren't
we animals?
I was
told me
and the cat
are mammals?
If we pray,
our prayers
don't always
manifest yet
we were
told to speak
into existence?
Sometimes we
get hurt by her
plans, What's
Ego? What's evil?
Why do we do
bad for good?
Why do we hurt?
Why did we fall
from grace? Why
did we lose immortality
to a snake? Why use metaphor?
Why not be direct?
Monday, March 20, 2017
Spring Equinox (Mar 20th- June 20th or 21st depending on the year)
Spring is a season of growth, rebirth, warmth, love, and change. Spring can be a complex season. As we wake from winters mystic slumber that aggressively tries to keep a grip on us, the energy of spring battles with winter, trying to keep the deathly cold grips of winter in its place. At times spring loses, other times winter loses, it really is a back and forth kind of situation yet unique. The symbolism displayed in Spring is symbolic to a person in youth, full of vigor, spontaneous, impulsive, energetic; there's not much tact in spring but the force spring has makes up for being tactless. Winter on the other hand is old, tired, very little to no vigor, yet is an extremely wise person with an abundance of tact, patients, and will. Winter is use to harsh weather and doesn't fear the force of spring. Winter teaches us to wait out the storm and attack when tired; yet spring whose also fearless, due to a lack of tenacity, a naive outlook, and a thought of nothing can kill me, teaches us with a enough force and stamina, you can prevail and defeat even the hidden.
Spring would fall with in the human age range of new born to about age 21. In these years, one does so many changes that one is practically a new person by the time summer arrives. Winter being the season of death, and Spring being the season of rebirth, really plays with the idea of reincarnation. In a post I have called Imagination, I've mentioned that I believe the imagination and imaginary friends that we have early on could be a connection to a past life; or it could be a child being a child, I'm open minded. In spring, its time to transform, search for answers and reasons; during this time of year, Jupiter shows back up in the skies and is a dominant planet. Jupiter is the planet of expansion, truth, education, knowledge, wealth, luck, justice, optimism, wonder, philosophy and mystic. This planet rules the sign of Sagittarius and teams up with Aries (Usually Mars ruled) in the third week of April (10th-20th). Venus, Mars, and Mercury also accompany the giant planet.
The energy these planets send to humanity is what ushers in the change. The luck from Jupiter, the fearless masculine energy of Mars, the love goddess Venus, and the intelligent communication skills of Mercury mix in spring. It gives spring many questions which is also sprinkled down from Jupiter, random love affairs from Venus, and the intelligence from Mercury to communicate and learn from past love mistakes or tips that Venus lovely bestows upon us. Mars is the undertone that keeps us fearless all through out spring. That fearlessness helps us grow due to constant mistakes. Once summer arrives you can look back with nostalgia and say, "Yeah, I made that mistake when I was 16." Winter never dies, its tactful and impacts you even when you thought you defeated it; you can't defeat the inevitable. Welcome to Spring.
Sunday, March 19, 2017
Cracked Egg
I cracked the shell
and out came life
teeming with spirit,
rebelled by energy,
forced by nature and
spelled by human dna...
one can crack the egg or
be the crack in the egg, one
can be the yolk or be the chick
you decide which grass is greener on
either side of the fence...nothing makes
sense in these final days, it all seems
everything is cracked, we're all walking
on egg shells, just the wrong slip of the
tongue is like the blunt end of the of a
counter...crack, boom, crack, slowly our
emotions ooze out into a pan sizzled and stirred
our society is scrambled...I want to be the force
within, I want to be the reason for the crack, not the
reason why its cracked...I guess either way you look
at it, why is the question that emerges....peace winter,
I'll see you next life time...
and out came life
teeming with spirit,
rebelled by energy,
forced by nature and
spelled by human dna...
one can crack the egg or
be the crack in the egg, one
can be the yolk or be the chick
you decide which grass is greener on
either side of the fence...nothing makes
sense in these final days, it all seems
everything is cracked, we're all walking
on egg shells, just the wrong slip of the
tongue is like the blunt end of the of a
counter...crack, boom, crack, slowly our
emotions ooze out into a pan sizzled and stirred
our society is scrambled...I want to be the force
within, I want to be the reason for the crack, not the
reason why its cracked...I guess either way you look
at it, why is the question that emerges....peace winter,
I'll see you next life time...
Untitled XVII
Nothing has changed from 20 years ago, you're only looking at it differently; apply that on a global scale and it makes you wonder. Has anything changed? Of course a few things have changed...everyday, every minute, second, something changes our vision; the only thing that gets in the way of our change is ego and emotion. Nostalgia, as beautiful as it is, it allows for one to live in a time that doesn't exist anymore. One can be proud of past achievements as if it happened 15 minutes ago, that can be dangerous. Dangerous because you wonder if everyone is living in a fantasy. We all ignore that little voice that tells us the truth about ourselves but we let our ego take the wheel. A world full of 7 billion people have this problem.
Imagine if everyone told the truth about themselves, what insecurities for others would break down. There's one person in your life who you idolize, but if you only knew there problems, you'd realize you're just as equal or similar.
We judge others yet we have dirty secrets; we make others feel as if they're worthless but the moment your demons are called out, you get a little a funny acting. Nobody cares. Call out the demons. The more we call out, the more we see we are similar. A demons job is to divide and conquer and they do that well with man. That's why we have people who feel like outcast in our society because of our judging. Let go of the ego. As I've read before, the Devil spelled backwards is Lived, a past tense, meaning it happened but its not happening today so it would be a lie to make someone feel like they are the person from yesterday.
What about Nostalgia? Winter shows us, Nostalgia is tricky. Nostalgia is seen as good and it is, but we should connect it with tradition. Tradition allows us to do that same thing we did last year but as the current person we are today so we don't live in the past. peace world and welcome to Spring.
Imagine if everyone told the truth about themselves, what insecurities for others would break down. There's one person in your life who you idolize, but if you only knew there problems, you'd realize you're just as equal or similar.
We judge others yet we have dirty secrets; we make others feel as if they're worthless but the moment your demons are called out, you get a little a funny acting. Nobody cares. Call out the demons. The more we call out, the more we see we are similar. A demons job is to divide and conquer and they do that well with man. That's why we have people who feel like outcast in our society because of our judging. Let go of the ego. As I've read before, the Devil spelled backwards is Lived, a past tense, meaning it happened but its not happening today so it would be a lie to make someone feel like they are the person from yesterday.
What about Nostalgia? Winter shows us, Nostalgia is tricky. Nostalgia is seen as good and it is, but we should connect it with tradition. Tradition allows us to do that same thing we did last year but as the current person we are today so we don't live in the past. peace world and welcome to Spring.
When I fell asleep
I knew my eyes
would close because I
was sick of looking,
watching while everyone
smiled and dived into their
dreams.
I got sick
of looking out,
watching others
oversleep so I dived
into the trance myself.
I became a light sleeper,
one eye up, one closed,
I slept in my clothes only
because when danger lurks,
its hard to sleep.
I get sick
of hearing
wake up when
I sleep, fuck you,
I've been shaking,
waking your ass up
for some time and all
you do is roll over yelling
"five more minutes" 4 times,
now you got 10 minutes
to get an hour away.
Why do we wait?
I've been
warning you
and now
you're mad at
me, in disbelief,
like I would lie
to you keeping
time discrete.
Stubborn fools,
don't worry about
the now its here, look
ahead.
I knew my
eyes would
close, my
lids felt heavy,
I knew the storm
was windy, but
the bombs broke
the levy, I know
that was yesterday
but you seemed
to not learn from
the afternoons
lessons, you keep
praying to a God
asking for blessings,
he keeps speaking
through people
because God is
with in us, you
keep saying man
is full of sin
how could divine
be in us? Because
dark without light
is asinine we're holy sinners...
would close because I
was sick of looking,
watching while everyone
smiled and dived into their
dreams.
I got sick
of looking out,
watching others
oversleep so I dived
into the trance myself.
I became a light sleeper,
one eye up, one closed,
I slept in my clothes only
because when danger lurks,
its hard to sleep.
I get sick
of hearing
wake up when
I sleep, fuck you,
I've been shaking,
waking your ass up
for some time and all
you do is roll over yelling
"five more minutes" 4 times,
now you got 10 minutes
to get an hour away.
Why do we wait?
I've been
warning you
and now
you're mad at
me, in disbelief,
like I would lie
to you keeping
time discrete.
Stubborn fools,
don't worry about
the now its here, look
ahead.
I knew my
eyes would
close, my
lids felt heavy,
I knew the storm
was windy, but
the bombs broke
the levy, I know
that was yesterday
but you seemed
to not learn from
the afternoons
lessons, you keep
praying to a God
asking for blessings,
he keeps speaking
through people
because God is
with in us, you
keep saying man
is full of sin
how could divine
be in us? Because
dark without light
is asinine we're holy sinners...
Haunted
There's a ghost
that knocks
at your door,
3 in the morning
yelling, "I want in!!!"
But nobody can hear.
The knocking from the
door is a vibe you
can feel, so I guess you
can hear through the
raised hair on your arm,
the ghost means no harm
just a tad confused, hasn't
quite figured out its need
to cross...there's a ghost
at your door, they want in,
pounding and pounding, screaming
and yelling, "haunting unfinished" and
yelling replenish, repeating a
sentence, screaming in penitence,
"I want in!!" There's a ghost that
knocks at your door...
that knocks
at your door,
3 in the morning
yelling, "I want in!!!"
But nobody can hear.
The knocking from the
door is a vibe you
can feel, so I guess you
can hear through the
raised hair on your arm,
the ghost means no harm
just a tad confused, hasn't
quite figured out its need
to cross...there's a ghost
at your door, they want in,
pounding and pounding, screaming
and yelling, "haunting unfinished" and
yelling replenish, repeating a
sentence, screaming in penitence,
"I want in!!" There's a ghost that
knocks at your door...
Monday, March 13, 2017
Too Many
There's too
many of us
for everyone
to treat each other
right....
There's too
many of us to
not fight, there's
too many people
with different definitions
of what means equal, the
only time a math symbol
isn't tied to a fixed answer,
a oxymoron species, we
don't understand emotions,
everything is connected
one word can trigger
commotions, we have
too much feelings in
our speech and careless
about the position of feet,
we care too much about lies
dismissing the truth, there's
too many of us to fall
under one religious roof,
we are a sensitive species,
we die too soon to know
life, even in winter years as
you grow wise you still search
the skies for right...
The Sun
I can walk
down these
empty Hollywood
streets, walk
down sunset obliterated
out of my mind...what is a sunset?
It's when the sun travels
through the sky until its
reaches the horizon...when
the son fell darkness squanderd
the land sprawling every second,
reaching dark spots until the sun fell...
the son never fell he just switched positions
to shed his light elsewhere...its a proven
fact that the sun ignites certain cells and it
can change things in our dna...sun light can
help with depression all you need is 7 minutes
a day...Hell was written as a dark space
because man did things in the dark, things
they would fear to be seen in the light, really,
all evil fears being seen, that's why they approach
in our dream because we dismiss visions as obscene,
once we remove the filter and believe in ourselves, to
know what we see is real, we don't fear the dark we
become he truth, so when the sunsets its not
darkness taking control, its darkness on the run...
Friday, March 10, 2017
Angels speaking
They say angels
only fight with
intellect, but
demons fight
using emotions, if
it doesn't make
sense we give into
the flesh, the more
we know, the more
we understand, the
stronger our angels,
the weaker our demons...
tricks can be confusing,
thoughts can be misleading,
everything in the environment can
be used for the pleasure of the demon,
everything has to be weighed before
action is taken, everything has to be
acknowledged before intellect is awaken,
the stars have to be aligned before war
is forsaken, growth of man has to be
stunted to see the changes that make him,
separation during growth shows the reflections
that breaks him, we can change the way we think
to grow closer to the maker, a change in our behavior
changes the world and breaks fixed habits....
Winters translation
We live for nostalgic
because our traditions
trigger happy memories,
we change our traditions and
in exchange get a fear of the unknown,
we hate not knowing that's why were
obsessed with time travel, the better we
understand ourselves we lose fear of the
dark, the better we grasp the brain, we can
for see our future before the start, we choose to
believe that all emotions are separate, we think love and
hate are different but its passion that connects them,
someone's love is someone's anger but perspective
changes vision you understand life a little different in
winter to bad our
Untitled XV
Commercials were used to control your mind by putting on noises only the subconscious mind would pick up....for example, you hear what the actors are saying in the commercial but they mix intended messages in the beat, an undertone...
Old Man Winter 3
Other life forms live among us. They are similar to us but have a greater understanding of the human body, especially the brain. They have a technology that allows them to be invisible but over time, the older suits have flaws. The bumps you hear in your house, its them, the random shit you lose, its them. (Winter laughs). They whisper in our ear at a pitch low enough so it sounds like your thoughts; they are masters of sound.
They are peaceful. We could've been killed. Our evolution has been us but they've integrated with us, they've upgraded our technology through thought, hence the Ancient societies. They test us.
They stop speaking and observe to see if dna tells a story. It does. They know about angels. They know a little more about our universe and advanced beings. They are our guardians. We are a young species and left unguarded we could be in trouble; not everyone is kind.
They find us beautiful in a nostalgic way, we humans as a whole are there 16 year old kid. What we find annoying among us is cute to them, the stars have more twisted stories. Sometimes, they channel higher realms, they contact angels.
They don't understand death completely, somethings are still a mystery; everything is vast, they don't understand connections.
They are peaceful. We could've been killed. Our evolution has been us but they've integrated with us, they've upgraded our technology through thought, hence the Ancient societies. They test us.
They stop speaking and observe to see if dna tells a story. It does. They know about angels. They know a little more about our universe and advanced beings. They are our guardians. We are a young species and left unguarded we could be in trouble; not everyone is kind.
They find us beautiful in a nostalgic way, we humans as a whole are there 16 year old kid. What we find annoying among us is cute to them, the stars have more twisted stories. Sometimes, they channel higher realms, they contact angels.
They don't understand death completely, somethings are still a mystery; everything is vast, they don't understand connections.
Wednesday, February 15, 2017
Vision
When the Indigenous
left, they headed west
to meet with gods of the
sea because of the sea
they were able to see that
we, humanity came from
oceans that rained from the
heavens and exploded with
life in to what we see...what we
retain, who will remain to see
the reigns of angels sweep the
earth and unearth the wicked, the
angels wait in position, heads bowed
eyes closed as the demons scream
the angels sing, summon energy from
the universe channeled through the gods
traveled through the planets, dispersed
through space and control the brain pathways
making us act right or wrong....
Tuesday, February 14, 2017
mystic winter
We're broadcasting to
the universe using our
technology...in the hills
one can see the radiation
lines that blast in color
and stream towards
the heavens, the energy
is returned which we create
and return, advance,see
through deception and
burn through lies, it smells
like truth, it feels like hell, it
seems like heaven but together
its 7 plus 4 is 11 plus 11 is
22, separate the 2 and get
4,4,4,4.13, age of the universe
but DNA codes in reverse get
were multiplied in trillions...
the universe using our
technology...in the hills
one can see the radiation
lines that blast in color
and stream towards
the heavens, the energy
is returned which we create
and return, advance,see
through deception and
burn through lies, it smells
like truth, it feels like hell, it
seems like heaven but together
its 7 plus 4 is 11 plus 11 is
22, separate the 2 and get
4,4,4,4.13, age of the universe
but DNA codes in reverse get
were multiplied in trillions...
The switch
(10 miles on the outskirts of a small mountain town)
The blizzard slammed against the large well built cabin walls, the winds roared and ravished at trees, blanketing the air with snow making visibility impossible. As the night disappeared and the mad winds made the snow billow and communications encumbrance to the near by small airport and people vacationing, inside our cabin the opposite occurred. We sat by the fire under the blankets and watched as the storm flickered with the lights finally putting the electricity to sleep. The fire danced in the dark room, as we lie naked under the faux blankets, drunk on champagne, high on each others lips. I grabbed another bottle of champagne. Before I opened it, I push back the blankets, popped the cork and let the suds spill on her breast. I put the bottle down, licked her cleavage, wrapped my lips around her nipple and softly swirled, licking everything engaging her areola.
Her very quiet but stern moan was muffled by the howling of the winds. I dived into her vagina face first like a plane crashing into the ground; lip smacking and tongue swirling. Her intensity begin to match the storm outside. Using both hands she grabbed my head firmly.
She caressed my hair softly, my stiff tongue loosened up and flopped back and forth on her clit, moving my mouth slowly in a eating motion. Her hands moved from the side of my head as she pushed my face deeper. Coming up for air, vaginal secreation on my face shined in the glow of the fire, she looked at me with the intensity of fire, passion of the storm, she leaped on me, kissed me and slowly began to ride me.
My face buried in her chest as she bounced slowly and firmly, she tossed her head back and let out a light moan, my hard fat dick throbbed inside of her wet vagina, her tight orgasmic vagina began to lightly hug my dick like a firm but gentle hand shake.
My arms wrapped around her, I softly scratched her back, kissed her neck, lightly like butterfly kisses, lightly bit it, worked my hands from the small of her back on to both of her hips assisting her, bouncing her, plotting her down on my dick and letting her sit on it before bouncing back up to continue creaming the sloppy wet mess she was making on my lap. No two snowflakes are alike I thought as I lied in the snow slowly dying, in and out of consciousness. For a moment there I think I actually felt my dick twitch to life; but the power of thoughts, that's what passed because the rest of me has failed.
The winds howl and my limbs way pass numb, the cold has made me delirious. I lay here in and out of reality; death teasing me bringing me out of a memory. Hours have passed and the only thing I can think of was that hot sex I had a few nights back. The blizzard is over, the winds are cold and the bite from the wind factor is like stubbing your toe on the corner of a chair multiplied by 20. It hurts. At some point I won't feel the dreadful cold.
The clouds slowly pass over revealing a beautiful bright moon and dazzling stars. Its so clear. So beautiful. Its so quiet. A few snowflakes gently fall to the ground from the frozen heavens above. Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out. The cold air fill my lungs making it hard to breathe but I can feel that. Only in winter can one see reality because the dreams stop. The maturity of the season doesn't allow for dream state. As I lay here facing the stars, gazing the heavens, flirting with death, reality dies only to wake up in spring..
The blizzard slammed against the large well built cabin walls, the winds roared and ravished at trees, blanketing the air with snow making visibility impossible. As the night disappeared and the mad winds made the snow billow and communications encumbrance to the near by small airport and people vacationing, inside our cabin the opposite occurred. We sat by the fire under the blankets and watched as the storm flickered with the lights finally putting the electricity to sleep. The fire danced in the dark room, as we lie naked under the faux blankets, drunk on champagne, high on each others lips. I grabbed another bottle of champagne. Before I opened it, I push back the blankets, popped the cork and let the suds spill on her breast. I put the bottle down, licked her cleavage, wrapped my lips around her nipple and softly swirled, licking everything engaging her areola.
Her very quiet but stern moan was muffled by the howling of the winds. I dived into her vagina face first like a plane crashing into the ground; lip smacking and tongue swirling. Her intensity begin to match the storm outside. Using both hands she grabbed my head firmly.
She caressed my hair softly, my stiff tongue loosened up and flopped back and forth on her clit, moving my mouth slowly in a eating motion. Her hands moved from the side of my head as she pushed my face deeper. Coming up for air, vaginal secreation on my face shined in the glow of the fire, she looked at me with the intensity of fire, passion of the storm, she leaped on me, kissed me and slowly began to ride me.
My face buried in her chest as she bounced slowly and firmly, she tossed her head back and let out a light moan, my hard fat dick throbbed inside of her wet vagina, her tight orgasmic vagina began to lightly hug my dick like a firm but gentle hand shake.
My arms wrapped around her, I softly scratched her back, kissed her neck, lightly like butterfly kisses, lightly bit it, worked my hands from the small of her back on to both of her hips assisting her, bouncing her, plotting her down on my dick and letting her sit on it before bouncing back up to continue creaming the sloppy wet mess she was making on my lap. No two snowflakes are alike I thought as I lied in the snow slowly dying, in and out of consciousness. For a moment there I think I actually felt my dick twitch to life; but the power of thoughts, that's what passed because the rest of me has failed.
The winds howl and my limbs way pass numb, the cold has made me delirious. I lay here in and out of reality; death teasing me bringing me out of a memory. Hours have passed and the only thing I can think of was that hot sex I had a few nights back. The blizzard is over, the winds are cold and the bite from the wind factor is like stubbing your toe on the corner of a chair multiplied by 20. It hurts. At some point I won't feel the dreadful cold.
The clouds slowly pass over revealing a beautiful bright moon and dazzling stars. Its so clear. So beautiful. Its so quiet. A few snowflakes gently fall to the ground from the frozen heavens above. Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out. The cold air fill my lungs making it hard to breathe but I can feel that. Only in winter can one see reality because the dreams stop. The maturity of the season doesn't allow for dream state. As I lay here facing the stars, gazing the heavens, flirting with death, reality dies only to wake up in spring..
Tuesday, January 10, 2017
Nostalgia
I've lived
such a long
life I can't
distinguish nostalgia
from haunting. The
daunting voices have
become taunting
images, the taunting
images have become
diluted with time or
maybe I've grown,
I've out grown matters,
so things that meant alot
to me, those problems
have become laughter.
In old age you save your
tears or they run dry, the pain
you felt before seems to be a smirk,
which turn into a laughter of cry. My views
on things have changed, my fight for
policies and fair acts that roared like
a lion has become soft and quiet like
snow flakes in a forest, at some point
in your life you realize people are only
for change if they're for it, but if
what you're saying is truth they'll ignore it...
such a long
life I can't
distinguish nostalgia
from haunting. The
daunting voices have
become taunting
images, the taunting
images have become
diluted with time or
maybe I've grown,
I've out grown matters,
so things that meant alot
to me, those problems
have become laughter.
In old age you save your
tears or they run dry, the pain
you felt before seems to be a smirk,
which turn into a laughter of cry. My views
on things have changed, my fight for
policies and fair acts that roared like
a lion has become soft and quiet like
snow flakes in a forest, at some point
in your life you realize people are only
for change if they're for it, but if
what you're saying is truth they'll ignore it...
Friday, January 6, 2017
Winter Conversing with Summer
(Scene opens on a porch over looking a lake with a vibrant sunset)
Winter: Mankind as a whole is a 16 year old.
Summer: How so? How can you make such an assumption? Where's your facts?
Winter: Just look around you for your facts.
Summer: You're going to have be more specific than that, winter.
Winter: Summer, focus on someone else besides yourself and look around you. Do you even talk to other people besides those in your "squad"?
Summer: Do you even talk to people before making bias assumptions?
Winter: Every year I take 6 months and travel the world, not six months altogether but I travel the Northern hemisphere for 3 months and when it gets hot in the north, I travel the Southern hemisphere for 3 months. I've talked to vast amounts of people, well as many people who share a common language as I...the one thing I've noticed is nobody completely understands themselves, Summer.
Summer: I do the same exact thing winter, except when its cold in the north, I venture south for 3 months and I come back up to the north in June. In my travels, I've noticed people have different views; I feel the "misunderstanding" you're seeing is perspective in my opinion.
Winter: ah, perspective. Such a beautiful thought with an imaginary meaning. Its the cognitive dissonance of life that distorts the vision of feeling, yet blinds the eyes of truth.
Summer: What?
Winter: One day Summer you will grow to become me. Its only a matter of time before the complications become an intricate yet simple answer; even then you still get faced with the oxymoron that is life. Would you like a drink, Summer?
Summer: Got any patron shots.
Winter: I was thinking scotch on the rocks.
Summer: Bruh, I got work in the morning, I'm not trying to get fucked up--- well maybe, hold on, let me check my schedule ( looks at phone) don't work tomorrow, looks like we're about to turn up in this bitch.
Winter: Yes, turn up in this bitch. (Sighs) Must your language be so vulgar?
Summer: Its a saying; besides I'm not referring to a woman as a bitch, I'm calling the place we get inebriated in a bitch, it doesn't have any feelings.
Winter: Everything created has feelings through energy, Summer; by the way, I do have patron, I don't mind taking a trip down memory lane Sumar, as the Nordics use to call you; can you manifest my nostalgic thoughts?
Summer: (Lights up joint) yeah hold up...(Coughs out smoke, takes a shot) Whew!
Winter: (Slowly takes a shot) thus Summer begins.
Winter: Mankind as a whole is a 16 year old.
Summer: How so? How can you make such an assumption? Where's your facts?
Winter: Just look around you for your facts.
Summer: You're going to have be more specific than that, winter.
Winter: Summer, focus on someone else besides yourself and look around you. Do you even talk to other people besides those in your "squad"?
Summer: Do you even talk to people before making bias assumptions?
Winter: Every year I take 6 months and travel the world, not six months altogether but I travel the Northern hemisphere for 3 months and when it gets hot in the north, I travel the Southern hemisphere for 3 months. I've talked to vast amounts of people, well as many people who share a common language as I...the one thing I've noticed is nobody completely understands themselves, Summer.
Summer: I do the same exact thing winter, except when its cold in the north, I venture south for 3 months and I come back up to the north in June. In my travels, I've noticed people have different views; I feel the "misunderstanding" you're seeing is perspective in my opinion.
Winter: ah, perspective. Such a beautiful thought with an imaginary meaning. Its the cognitive dissonance of life that distorts the vision of feeling, yet blinds the eyes of truth.
Summer: What?
Winter: One day Summer you will grow to become me. Its only a matter of time before the complications become an intricate yet simple answer; even then you still get faced with the oxymoron that is life. Would you like a drink, Summer?
Summer: Got any patron shots.
Winter: I was thinking scotch on the rocks.
Summer: Bruh, I got work in the morning, I'm not trying to get fucked up--- well maybe, hold on, let me check my schedule ( looks at phone) don't work tomorrow, looks like we're about to turn up in this bitch.
Winter: Yes, turn up in this bitch. (Sighs) Must your language be so vulgar?
Summer: Its a saying; besides I'm not referring to a woman as a bitch, I'm calling the place we get inebriated in a bitch, it doesn't have any feelings.
Winter: Everything created has feelings through energy, Summer; by the way, I do have patron, I don't mind taking a trip down memory lane Sumar, as the Nordics use to call you; can you manifest my nostalgic thoughts?
Summer: (Lights up joint) yeah hold up...(Coughs out smoke, takes a shot) Whew!
Winter: (Slowly takes a shot) thus Summer begins.
Thursday, January 5, 2017
Winter conversing with Spring
Spring: What's the difference between psychosis and religion?
Winter: Religion doesn't exist.
Spring: Yes it does, we learned about it in school and the teacher showed us this big book with stories in it...
Winter: Do you know what psychosis is, spring?
Spring: its when a person has an over active imagination?
Winter: (laughs) not quite...where did you even pick up the word and "definition" of psychosis? And what lead you to connect religion and psychosis?
Spring: Because in religion, our teacher told us about a man name Jesus who turned water into wine and psychosis is people with big imaginations and my teacher said we can't see God but he's all around us, then we had to draw a picture of God in class and I said I couldn't draw God because I don't know what he looks like and then are teacher said go with faith and I asked what is faith? He said believing in something you can't see and then I remembered the video I saw on Facebook about psychosis and how people see things that aren't there, what's psychosis?
(Winter laughs)
Winter: Wow that's a lot to take in for such a young mind...Autumn should probably limit your internet use...psychosis is characterized by an impaired relationship with reality. It is a symptom of serious mental disorders; usually these people have hallucinations or delusions. Don't classify religious people with psychosis.
Spring: ooohhh...what about people who say they saw Jesus walk on water?
Winter: Spring, what's the difference between psychosis and religion to you?
Spring: I don't know...what is it?
Winter: I'm not answering, its my life question and gift to you. I told you what psychosis is, your teacher has introduced you to religion and told you what faith is but you still ponder. Some have wondered if the consciousness of man has shifted and all of these stories the ancients speak about are true, its possible everything is in front of us and we got sick of seeing these powerful beings and we choose not to see anymore; thus psychosis, ADHD and others are created mental disorders for when we start to see the truth...
Spring:......................Can I have some cheetos?
Winter: Sure.
Wednesday, January 4, 2017
Old man winter 2
Fate applied to death is not comforting, it implies we have no control; however the ideal of knowing we have control over something as powerful as fate does not make one rest easy either.
Monday, January 2, 2017
Sunday, January 1, 2017
Imani
I believe in
You like
You believe
in me, I
Believe we
breathe what
we want to see,
I believe in
You like you
Believe in me...
I love you
Like you
Love me,
I like to hold
You like you hold me,
I miss your hugs
and pretty smile,
I believe in you
like you believe
in me...
I love
your eyes
and the way you
use to gaze in
mine, I loved
being next
to you even
if it was for
a short time,
I cherished your
moment because
30 seconds makes
me glow for weeks, I
didn't care what
you said because
every word you
spoke was sweet,
I loved your chin
and your soft profile
drove me wild, I loved
your smell and how
your walk drove me wild,
I loved your style, I loved you,
I still do but I can't
dwell on what
would've been..
I believe
in you
like you
believe in
me...
You like
You believe
in me, I
Believe we
breathe what
we want to see,
I believe in
You like you
Believe in me...
I love you
Like you
Love me,
I like to hold
You like you hold me,
I miss your hugs
and pretty smile,
I believe in you
like you believe
in me...
I love
your eyes
and the way you
use to gaze in
mine, I loved
being next
to you even
if it was for
a short time,
I cherished your
moment because
30 seconds makes
me glow for weeks, I
didn't care what
you said because
every word you
spoke was sweet,
I loved your chin
and your soft profile
drove me wild, I loved
your smell and how
your walk drove me wild,
I loved your style, I loved you,
I still do but I can't
dwell on what
would've been..
I believe
in you
like you
believe in
me...
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