There is no trust in this world; no love; no integrity. Friends smile at you and dress the truth in disguises called Reasonsssssss!!!!!
Reasons, huh?
A reason is a coward's way out and a liar's way in!
A reason is what George Bush uses to justify an unjustifiable war.
A reason is why Beyonce is hushed about the HOVA, and why P. Diddy has yet to tell the story about the gun, the club, and the Range Rover.
A reason...
...is why a lonely heart remains lonely... why I can't find a true friend... why I can't find true love... it's why I'm different...
A reason is why my heart can't open and why my mouth is closed shut because of my insecurities.
A reason...
Is why I go back to what I know,
it's why I live in the haven of my intellect,
my security...
that's where I find truth when the world lies,
in my soul's foundation,
through my heart longing,
by my joy's labor
inside...
the Temple of My Familiar.
Until Next Time!!!
"The language must be careful and appear effortless. It must not sweat. It must suggest and be provocative at the same time." Toni Morrison
Saturday, October 14, 2006
Sunday, October 8, 2006
Whatever
What amazes me most is the art of complaining! I use the word "art" because people are getting extremely crafty finding new ways to make mediocre situation seem as massive as Mt. Fuji. I, too, have problems with the direction my life has taken, but I can't complain because I am alive. Furthermore, I am free to breath, to think, to creative, to love, and that's enough for me. I know complaining is a human disposition; to make sure everyone in there life can taste the absolute "anarchy" that is, and in their lives. But, come-the-hell-on!!! Get a grip!
Who cares that you didn't have the ideal childhood! Who did? Who cares if you don't have exactly what you want in life! Who does? Who gives a damn if you don't feel that you're receiving all the things that you give. Doesn't that mean you know how to love? And love needs no proof, love only needs action and love never waits for reciprocation.
STOP COMPLAINING!
You boring people, stop!
Who cares that you didn't have the ideal childhood! Who did? Who cares if you don't have exactly what you want in life! Who does? Who gives a damn if you don't feel that you're receiving all the things that you give. Doesn't that mean you know how to love? And love needs no proof, love only needs action and love never waits for reciprocation.
STOP COMPLAINING!
You boring people, stop!
Sunday, October 1, 2006
I Know Why

I am but a shell of a man
And in me lies the secrets of life and love
Explore the depth with me
Feel my passion radiating spirit
Hide with me in the shadow of the present
Then interpret the testimony of the past
Decode the future's mystery
Come with me
Share my world!
What makes me happy?
A baby's laugh
A silent gesture of appreciation
A kind word of comfort
The morning sun before busy life calls the city
In this I see that I'm blessed!
I'm so bless I can hardly contain myself
I marvel at the very essence of life
And the many surprises that come of it
I've seen many things:
Devastation
Wonder
Woes
I've communicated with the deep in profound communion
I understand the meaning of life
God told me!
It's the smallest freckle
To the chaos of war
The miracle of birth
Unto the sunset of life
The heartbreak of love
Until that soul is restored
It's all a thread in God's great quilt
A blueprint of His massive plan
Apart
Of His Grand Design
Until Next Time!!!
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