"Jesus was black.
ronald regan was the devil.
and the government is lying about 9/11."
8/30/2010
school.
i didn't learn anything in high school.
except to run when i heard a bell
and sit where they tell me to.
wait attentively until my name
is called.
respect authority,
don't think outside the box.
am i really bout to do this shit
all over again?
i wish i knew where to go.
but what do you do
when there's nothing to do
but to do what you're told?
wait attentively until my name
is called.
respect authority,
don't think outside the box.
am i really bout to do this shit
all over again?
i wish i knew where to go.
but what do you do
when there's nothing to do
but to do what you're told?
8/25/2010
8/22/2010
highway 7.
i remember the sky ...
the moon ...
the night,
the exact place i sat,
& exactly how i felt
the first time i heard this.
no joke. i love this song dearly.
8/19/2010
8/16/2010
8/15/2010
8/14/2010
8/13/2010
ms. robyn.
i visited my mother at work the other day.
she told me her co-worker said this once i left:
"she is proud, she is comfortable
in her blackness. she seems militant.
i could see her overseas ....
she would do well overseas."
:)
she made my year. ♥
i love my people.
she told me her co-worker said this once i left:
"she is proud, she is comfortable
in her blackness. she seems militant.
i could see her overseas ....
she would do well overseas."
:)
she made my year. ♥
i love my people.
48 & 16.
this was the series that defined my formative years.
i hated the kings.
i hated christie.
i hated sacramento.
i hated cowbells.
lol, but it's all good now,
i ain't got nuthin but love for tyreke. :)
i hated the kings.
i hated christie.
i hated sacramento.
i hated cowbells.
lol, but it's all good now,
i ain't got nuthin but love for tyreke. :)
8/11/2010
cold summers.
the rain matched
the music today.
melodies of
melancholy
reflecting
the vast
nothingness
of overcast.
just one of them days.
the music today.
melodies of
melancholy
reflecting
the vast
nothingness
of overcast.
just one of them days.
8/09/2010
8/08/2010
regrets.
visions
traveling
backwards.
images
replay
themselves
over & over
again.
the
future
is
neglected.
more
unclear
than
ever ...
... like desperately
trying to recall
a dream you
had the night
before,
the pieces are missing.
why is it
the nightmares,
we always
seem to
remember?
traveling
backwards.
images
replay
themselves
over & over
again.
the
future
is
neglected.
more
unclear
than
ever ...
... like desperately
trying to recall
a dream you
had the night
before,
the pieces are missing.
why is it
the nightmares,
we always
seem to
remember?
8/07/2010
the miseducation of lauryn hill.
"i hear so many cry for help,
searching outside of themselves.
now i know that His strength
is within me."
july 28th.
for a few moments
my mind felt at peace
still running ,
but flowing
at the
perfect
pace.
allowing
perception
to make
perfect
sense.
phase two has taken place.
propelling me into a world
where thoughts are reborn
in the physical...
& progression
can begin.
today was a good day.
my mind felt at peace
still running ,
but flowing
at the
perfect
pace.
allowing
perception
to make
perfect
sense.
phase two has taken place.
propelling me into a world
where thoughts are reborn
in the physical...
& progression
can begin.
today was a good day.
8/06/2010
8/05/2010
playlist.
i slap
window seat . ebadu
highway 7 . k-os
cold pillow . theophilus london
& call it cold bright nights.
window seat . ebadu
highway 7 . k-os
cold pillow . theophilus london
& call it cold bright nights.
go.
roaming.
direction
infinite
in
a sense,
destination
is
ambiguous.
just a bit.
a free spirit
oblivious
of
her own
confines,
unaware
of
her own terror
to wander
unto territories
unfamiliar.
some look
about with
concerned
eyes
"why?"
aren't you
somewhere
else,
anywhere
else
but here.
simply
because,
i'm not
quite done.
i'll know
when its
my time
to
leave.
direction
infinite
in
a sense,
destination
is
ambiguous.
just a bit.
a free spirit
oblivious
of
her own
confines,
unaware
of
her own terror
to wander
unto territories
unfamiliar.
some look
about with
concerned
eyes
"why?"
aren't you
somewhere
else,
anywhere
else
but here.
simply
because,
i'm not
quite done.
i'll know
when its
my time
to
leave.
peace to
shizz, fees & anisa.
to growth and new
beginnings.
i love yall.
8/03/2010
8/02/2010
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