Saturday, February 12, 2011

aye yo sista

this is an open letter to all those ladies that i watch from afar versus saying what it is i truly felt. Whether it was a lustful thought, A brotherly joyful moment, or if it was observation of the lack of pride you had in yourself courtesy of someone that looks like me and those who program us. I apologize. For hiding and trying to encourage you to make it through another day at that 9 to 5 you despise. I humbly accept the venom that you had on those warm wistful nights you sat on a couch with a book some mango and blood orange sorbet and a book and incense alone without a nimble mind to challenge the frustration you had with the world and engage you in an intense session of sharpen darts of enlighten diatrbibe before a couple of soul quenching verbal and intellectual mind sex.

In other words i'm sorry for relapsing in the willie lynch behavior and becoming less than a man in those moments when you needed that shoulder to that the swing from the huge semi crushing of the vortex of something loss. As that man of mixed ancestry i apologize and promise to do more to stand up.


slow motion kind of blue

so here we are into my 33rd year and i'm still struggling to make it. the hustler ambition hasn't flown the coop.But maybe the best way for me to achieve is to put my muscle behind someone coming behind me.Damn slow motion.Life is starting to feel like a south london day with a neo soul soundtrack orchestrated by sade.

new day

so today (yeah don't remind me it's been a long time) But so far this has been come changes (personally and worldwide).So even with all that makes this world revolve, what has truly changed? Have we agreed to finally grow up and stop living with eyes wide shut.Dreams only give you a third of life, Reality mixed with agression can make all of it transpire and come to fruition.