My Alter-ego: Poetry

It seems

I am taste testing notes in the

air.

This Jazz shit

replaces my minds hypothesis.

It takes you to a place

outside the space

that a box could encompass.

But where do you go from there?

Money is not the objective of such a display,

So intentions must be pure

when taking up this cross.

It seems that what

Umi Says

is the only thing that reaches me

in such a state.

Please "shine your light on the world,

Shine your light for the world to see."

For I see

that music and creativity can

co-habitate on the same plane.

And in essence

works best together

like a marriage.

So with that being said

I promise to never forsake

thee.

I want to be the man

who treats you like the women you are

Poetry.....

Embracing Future and Past Perception

Embracing Future and Past Perception

My mind floats on bended echoes

that chases screams in the stillness of the night.

Still this lies incomprehensible for my

words to translate from my brain to my mouth.

My diction seems to be stuck on a river

of friction that leads from north to south.

Transporting my mind frame back to the

days of civil war,

Where slavery was the tipping point.

But it's 2009 and my point

Is not to tip-toe around the issues of yesterday,

Because slavery still lives today.

It continues to fester in our minds,

Allowing our thoughts to bind our spirit

And imprison our ambition.

The mission should be to escape

The hard knock non-fiction of the place in which

We were raised and filter out the

Outside polluted friction that

Blocks your thoughts towards progress.

There is truth in the

Transparency of life,

You just have to look.

Look to have more than life gives you,

For we are the Presidents of our destinies.

The destiny of a people that lies

In the present and the future.

Separate But Equal

Separate But Equal

It is

either perception or regurgitation

of another's

that get us to our final destination.

A narration can be controlled by many

but only one can put a period

at the end of the period

when life runs out of your body.

And because it's about

the journey and not the destination

what is your soundtrack

to life?

Have you singled out

one genre,

because that is who you feel you are?

Or does your life

and strife

take twist and turns

as mine does?

Not allowing me to box myself in,

only to understand that

each are different

and being okay with all

similar pieces creating the whole.

Just understanding this

bold

tally or toll

pays for itself

in the battle between

falling in line or

being separate but equal

for we all are.......

Self vs. Corporate

Sometimes shit just rolls down

But to frown is a repellent,

At least in my head.

But whether in my head

Or in my body

I can’t submit to the shit.

I am a person

Who breathes and talks in reality

But what’s your reality?

I want to know the source

And whether it’s ok for you to

Embrace such a

Hypocritical establishment.

I’ve made my decision.

1st day of 2011

Sorry, I forgot to post this on the 1st, like i did last year.

1^st day of 2011

Crazy unconsciousness

Teams up with an innate

Ferociouness.

The hunger inside has reached its boiling point

So my mind points in the direction

Of its new uncharted indiscretion.

Seeing through the blinders

I find her.

Comfortable and ready for action

But my re-action to body language

Does not follow suit of the regulars.

Our worlds are not paralleled

A fairy-tell I realized a long time ago

Wasn’t true.

But truth is situated in the fact

That I see past my initial goals to my future.

No longer do I live for the day

But I play with the fact that

I’ve survived for a reason.

And I would find it treasoness

To not indulge in this revelation.

For its translations has allowed

My soul to speak different languages.

A bi or tri lingual monster

Who’s goal Is to surpass

His predasseors and learn the language

Of a quiet space.

For in this situation

The race has been won by the tourtoise

Sitting there

Just embracing the journey and learning how to better

Fulfill the future.