Wednesday, December 20, 2017

Red Hot Chili Peppers - Californication [Official Music Video]

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?"

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...

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"

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...

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...



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.

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...




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
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,
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
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...











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...

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 
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..

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...