Rockin out at the Claremont

Went to see The Constellations at the Claremont and boy oh boy was that a good concert. Check out some video from it.The Constellations

Don't worry if we fall in love.

What an amazing song! Esperanza Spalding

Sometimes I feel like being a pedestrian

After day in day out of flying I get tired of the same old bird's eye view. I just want to feel normal every once in a while when the world is not in peril. Which is never. Sigh. Sometimes I just gotta get out and be a pedestrian for a while. -A thin line between fiction and non-fiction.

Vikter Duplaix

I saw Vikter Duplaix live tonite! Wow what a performance!CHECK HIM OUT! I love good music. He may have been born in Philly but he was raised in Augusta, GA.

stage fright from the back row

I went to java monkey cafe for poetry night. I wanted get up and read one of the poems I've wrote. But, I was too scared to get up and speak. So I sat in the back with my poems in my pocket and just listened. Maybe next time I will have the courage.

more progress on Young man Grown man poem

Young man Grown man, Do you know what love is?
What is that feeling?
Having never been taught to love but I didn’t question holding it in
Recipes for men often come incomplete made to seem simple blend
Leaving the cake to bake itself no love no yeast to rise
Like making a plant water itself underneath a cloudless sky
Free passes eagerly handed out
One for each and every no sense in learning till it is ultimately necessary
Or after several broken hearts whether ours or theirs
Young man Grown man You do not own their heart
Your are given it
Wrap it in loyalty inspired by respect and affection

True attraction isn’t going to be logical nor seem sensible
True attraction extends out further than 6 inches
But that’s the only way eyes can react
Let me guess, it all started with a vague, confused, non-defined purpose
Most men go into a relationship without a clear view of what they want.
Lust filled your eyes and you wanted run before you learn to walk
Cause it is much easier not to think about Now
Not familiar with Later
Young man Grown man you have spent your time running from people or attaching hopes to people you can’t have
Young man Grown man your mind is a pendulum
swinging from carpe diem to doubtful

In this digital world we want the perfect match
Living vicariously through our electronic harmonies, friendfinders, match, true, date.coms
WE want success with without work in a relationship
Contracting the construction to build our house out to others
Or trying to DIY projects without tools or blueprint on the fly
30 yrs gone by trial and error exhausted
Resentment and bitterness
Young man Grown man maybe we need to buy some tools

Young woman Grown Woman your unbuilt unrealistic floating castles leaves us men frustrated
no tool available can build that mansion villa or château pedestal ideal
mansion villa or chataeu pedestal ideal that you fail to realistically maintain
romantic novels, movies, or what you’re mama pretended to have for 30 years as the foundation

Thin line between fiction and non fiction

I wish I was a superhero. If I could be any superhero I have to say it is a tie between Superman and Batman. Superman for his amazing strength and moral code. Batman for his struggle with morality, his amazing strength and mental capacity as mere human. So I'm kinda of tired after flying around world today the world isn't short of disasters I tell you. I can't wait to put my feet up back at the fortress. Gotta run I'll keep you updated on my adventures.

I love this commercial. I love to see people passionately dancing with no inhibitions. You have to be so-called good you just have to be truely enjoying yourself as if no one is watching. WEBER

I'm back.

Wow so its been a little while since I have posted anything. But I'm back now! Alot has happen in the world since then like the many earthquakes from China to Chile. The Eyjafjallajokull volcanic eruption in Iceland. The mine explosion in West Virgina. The torrential rains in Brazil, the riots in Thailand,the tornadoes ravage parts of Oklahoma, a massive sinkhole shows up in Canada, the plane crash in Libya, the huge oil spill in the gulf of Mexico. Lots of pain around the world, I don't know if it is more than usual but it sure seems like it. I pray for all of those are rebuilding their lives now.

Writing again

Working on two new poems. Tentative titles are "Change gon come"(Which a friend of mine ask me to write for his blog) and "Prelude to a kiss".

Havana Cultura - Gilles Peterson presents Havana Cultura : The Project

New Music! I love new music! and this project makes me want to travel to Cuba or somewhere. Who's with me?
Havana Cultura - Gilles Peterson presents Havana Cultura : The Project

Transformation

I live on Earth at present, and I don't know what I am. I know that I am not a category. I am not a thing — a noun. I seem to be a verb, an evolutionary process — an integral function of Universe. - R. Buckminser Fuller

I am definitely trying to live like as a verb. Grow learn change for the better!

Self identity

So I took this online self Identity test. Umm I dunno maybe it has some good points about me. Apparently I am a warrior? Umm I guess I dunno.

Warrior Identity

Confident, competitive, and analytical, you are a fierce and steady protector of your friends, family, and all things you hold dear. You're extremely ambitious, targeted, and determined—almost to a fault of being self-centered—and are an undeniable force of industriousness.
While you're logical, orderly, and respect the rules you're much more assertive and always ready to dive into action or conflict. Because you prefer to be somewhat isolated, you tend to have few very good friends, but these friends definitely count on you whenever there's a task to be done with precision.
STRENGTHS
• Confident
• Focused
• Independent
WEAKNESSES
• Harsh
• Impulsive
• Insensitive
Location on the cognitive-emotional spectrum your personality reflects your strong emotional sense of confidence. Your style of thinking tends to be more left-brained— logical, sequential, rational, and objective.
Attractions
Your perfect opposite is a nurturing and creative Lover. With a gift for art and mystery, Lovers share a deeper meaning and vision of the world
Creative, intuitive, and deeply caring, Lover's minds and spirits are open and capable of expressing deep meaning in the world. They represent the artists and idealists of society—the romantics, the insightful poets and writers, the musicians and painters, the fools who make us laugh with joy—and their gifts of art and mystery resonate powerfully. Lovers sometimes lack the ability to speak up and stand their ground, and have a tendency to be passive and introverted.
Advice for Warrior
"Give up the battle to win the war:" Dare to be occasionally weak to be seen as "real" to others and find that enemies can become friends if you let them have a bit of the power.

Spring

I really like the spring marks a new beginning. I so enjoyed the weather today it was rejuvenating like none other. I felt like superman being healed by the sun. Hope everyone else enjoyed it as well!

Will bananas prevent HIV?

I saw this article and found extremely interesting hope that research continues to be done on HIV. Will bananas prevent HIV? What do yall think? If anyone is even actually reading this haha.

Spiritual Search

I have always thought of myself as a spiritual person. I was baptized in a Baptist church but grew up in a Methodist church. I now feel myself not fulfilled by my church and I am searching to learn more about religion it self and other major religions. I hope that can be my journey to continue learning about the major religions. I hope to do that threw the lens of a mind set that I learn from everyone and I can offer enlightenment too in some respect. Currently I am practicing self-denial, prayer, penitence, and almsgiving during this season of Lent. I am still working on penitence and almsgiving because I have not taken the time to understand these parts of the Season of Lent. And my work schedule has made it difficult to give to or to volunteer to charity even though I one week I signed up but could make because I got called in for a job. This Year during Lent I have given up alcohol, red meat, and the infrequent porn site. Denying myself these pleasures I took pleasure in before have been an eye opening experience for me in that I don't occupy my free time with those pleasures. I have spent more time self reflecting not only to better myself but to how I could serve others in my daily adventures.I am far from putting these goals of a better person and serving others into actions. I am not sure if all this self denial and knowledge about religion will be helpful or beneficial later. Maybe it is just a phase I am going through. But hopefully I can continue this journey after lent of serving others and bettering myself with learning about my religion and other major religions and practices to possibly understand life better.

Health starts with food

I am so passionate about healthier food options in low income areas. I hope that the government could focus money in a way that subsidize the elements in the food pyramid proportionally for the optimal health of individuals. Take a look Another View of Why You're Fat

Yelawolf and B.o.B

Here is Yelawolf and B.o.B performing at Old Smith Bar. I been following these two artists for the past year. I am so proud to support local ATL music.

Breezing through Life

I was cleaning up my room the other day and ran across an old English class project I did back in high school.The task was to pick a style/ rhyme pattern and write. I choose the simplest one AABB. It is one of my first poems. It was written on 3/4/2000. It a very interesting thing to look back on work you have written, especially 10 years ago. I mean geez I was 14 yrs old. Ok here it is.

For he is an old soul trapped in a sinful body
Sedrick’s life came and went and he was not a noddy
The 29th of April he brought into this world
Not eager, not excited, he was glad he wasn’t a girl

Princess and Etienne were his mom and dad
At Grady Hospital they were glad
They were not together very long
Divorce was coming that was wrong

At about five his grandmother died
Everyone but him bowed down and cried
He remembers his grandmother when she was alive
He has never forgot his grandmother since age five

He lived a happy life as an only child
He was very bright and nurtured for a while
But evil lies in every heart unnoticed to everyone
But good was greater than it and always won

He lived in Fulton County a place he loved very much
His preschool across the street and his teacher was Dutch
In walking distance everything was just across the street
His family ate and shopped in the same place but they listen to a different beat

He lived in Morris Mill
When he would sleep, everything was still
In his apartments he played with everyone and everyone played with him
They ran around, played Nintendo, and even used to swim

He rode the school bus everyday
In the back was where the big kids used to play
He was very little when he sat down
He would try everyday but his feet never touched the ground

His bus passed over a bridge in the street
It was hit from the back and crash was not neat
Everyone was screaming up and down the aisle
One boy’s neck was cut open and he was bleeding for a while

This accident was on TV
He would remember the accident but only what he could see
His mom came to the accident
She picked him up and off they went
Life was short there he lived there for 5 to 6 years he thinks
The next thing he knows he’s moving in two or three weeks
He would being skipped from Kindergarten to the 5th grade
But the memory of this class he went to everyday seem to fade

Although he was very smart there was more he wanted to know
He liked nature and wanted to be a viceroy
First grade in a new school came along
He learned the ABC’s and a new song

He did not have many friends in this new school
He had only one friend named Redel who acted like a fool
The chicken pox claimed his whole class
He was a victim of this great contagious mass

He likes to play Nintendo a lot
He had the blaster gun and the game where the ducks got shot
He liked Mario Borthers 1, 2, and 3
He loved when Mario had a star and got invincibility

In the second grade he was part of the crew
The traffic light in the Cafeteria went off when we got loud too
Mrs. Stanford was his teacher for a year
When she got mad she caused great fear

It was third grade he went through
And cursive he learned too
There were many problems curving lines
But after a while his writing seemed fine

Sedrick never played any sports at this time
He was heathly and not must continue this rhyme
Baggy pants were the style
No one knew this style was going to be here a while

Then came Sega Genesis
Sonic the Hedgehog and Dr. Robotnik his evil nemesis
Street Fighter came out with Ryu and Ken
The object of the game was to beat M. Bison and win

4th grade came along with no fear
But there were obstacles this year
He learned many things form Mr. Bouquette
So many skills attained he will never regret


He wrote stories this quarter
Everyone came from his imagination without any order
But his stories were not yet up to perfection
He went back to every one and did he corrections

Fifth grade would be the last year in elementary
Also in 5 years he would start a new century
In his science class they did many experiments
These experiments took skill and good judgment

Field Day was a day for which he could not wait
But too bad he sprained he ankle and could not participate
He watched the whole day pass in despair
He was sitting down resting his ankle in a chair

How he was going to be in new place
He’s now in the M to M program and a new school he must face
At Henderson he would be in the 6th grade
And his school records that were supposed to be sent were delayed

He started to enjoy his new surroundings
But his math grades were not astounding
This would be his first and last year in this school
He graduated with a president’s award and that was very cool

He was going to the new school down the street
He would spend 7th and 8th grade there and new friends he must meet
He was accepted into the Magnet program now
In his new class playing was not allowed

This year he would train to be on next’s year’s football team
The competition he would face is unlike what it seemed
His training would pay off this upcoming year
In the first game of the season he was struck with fear.

This was the first time he had ever run the ball
And the other team’s player’s had to be at least 6ft tall
Henderson vs. Peachtree was the best game of the season
He made two game saving touchdowns that’s the reason

This was his first touchdown of the year
Everyone was happy for him and the principal cheered
Nicos also scored two touchdowns that day
Even though they lost, in his mind they won he would say


Field Day was an awaited event
It was filled with excitement
He would go on that day to win the 50 yard dash
He was the only one to set a school record from his class

The end of the year had finally come
He would miss his teachers but only some
Some of his friends went to Tucker he doesn’t know why
But to Henderson Middle he must say goodbye

Now he is going to Lakeside
While he is at Lakeside he has learned about riptides
The football team this year was not good
But next year’s team will play as they should

He is trying to finish this autobiography
But it is really hard to find the right photography
Also another obstacle he must overcome is to rhyme
If he waits any longer he is going to run out of time

Mrs. Asher is the homework Queen
A day without homework is unseen
But he has learned a lot from this class
He has learned to reduce air pollution by using lead-free gas

Mrs. Sanders’ class is really tough
It he doesn’t make good grades things at home will get rough
He has to make amends with his soul
This is and will be his goal

This autobiographical poem has finally finished
He has said all that could be said and now he must diminish
His life has just begun and there’s a lot to be done
He will hope and pray that he will have fun.

Young Man Grown Man

I have been recently been working on a poem about men and love. The inspiration has stemmed from personal deficiencies and from the corny but nostalgic romantic comedies I watch from time to time (When Harry met Sally, Death and Sex 101, Knocked Up, 40 yr old Virgin, etc.) And from my interest in watching people and their behaviors especially when it involves attraction, love, and the relationships men and women form. It is the most interesting poem I have written so far and also the longest one. I aim to explore and learn in the process of writing this poem. I hope to explore the male perspective on love and the difficulties that come with expressing this emotion. I probably will talk about women too cause what's a conversation about love without women. Anyway this is the first bit of it.

Young man Grown man, Do you know what love is?
What is that feeling?
Having never been taught to love but I didn’t question holding it in
Recipes for men often come incomplete made to seem simple blend
Leaving the cake to bake itself no love no yeast to rise
Like making a plant water itself underneath a cloudless sky
Free passes we are given
One for each and every not learning till it is ultimately necessary
Or after several broken hearts whether ours or theirs
Young man Grown man You do not own their heart
Your are given it
Wrap it in loyalty inspired by respect and affection

Can we pretend from now on that there is no yesterdays

If yesterday did not exist
Regret would be an unnecessary winter coat
On this escalator I hope to not look back
So I wince as hard as I can
Because I hear the world collapsing and pain colliding,
But while my eyes tear, I don’t cry
Trust bonds our hearts and hands brothers, sisters, lovers, mothers, and friends
I reach, clinch, and hope to embrace what was once
Leaving it, I don’t look back
Can we just start from here?
Distance whispers “can we pretend from now on that there is no yesterday?

Every glimpse back whips welts against my back
Amnesia is an unfortunately necessary ointment
To past actions that are less than popular complements
Applied to the mind like repainting sections on canvas
My painter’s hands stained with amnesia
where am I? and what was when?
But Ambition hopes without sunsets,
Causing my pocket-size flux capacitor light to start flashing
Scales for hands try to weigh future decisions
While eye shut confidence guides my next step
Eye witnesses question what is this “walk an unseen path concept?”
My escalator has no stairs
In Search of the Holy Grail this is the last crusade
How did he get from here to there with no hand rails?

What is now if there never was a then?
It is a possibility with a deficiency
It is a potential without passion
Lets re-learn to love, lets re-learn to live
Never to recall, never to remember but maybe we can forgive

Slipping into Darkness

Everything goes black and my left chuck taylor foot slips
my knee hits the ground with so much pain
Damn! my levis are probably stained
these eyes of mine open to a soft focus on reality
my left heel then knee further sinks into the fantasy below
I tilt my head up to glimpse amber skies
I scream at the sun and moon
Polar to the constellation Taurus
I stand above against a desert of ink beneath me
Sagging further
sunless hues fill my view of these
Fantasies of mute colors melting the walls
again and again I fight this decent
I hook left, keep my right up and exhale with an uppercut
but without solid ground I continue to plummet
reaching out I grasp the last bit of reality
my elbows then forearms scrape pebbles, stones and sharp rocks
suddenly I am succumbed
Shock sets in and all is hopeless as what was once amber skies is swallowed
weightlessly I fall
While fiery winds stroke my extremities
and my heartbeat slows
Paralyzed, I can only witness the madness
Ice cream sticks wrapped in licorice
Limp clocks that could care less to tick
Cereal bowls of blades and corn flakes
and bare trees bare scars of flames,

As time passes
I see minutes dressed as days and years cross dressed as decades
I find myself static in a position of sitting
trying to develop meaning
As breathe becomes turtled breathing
arms limp, back slumped, head down, dreaming
might this be the place of my demise?
Stifled by silence I wait

Without warning anger unbeknownst advances
like fire on gasoline
it transforms into light in my eyes
consequently awakening and sparking life into every limb and joint
I combust into flight
soaring headfirst
with arms curled forward and fists clenched
strapped along my sides
I aviate against the sky of spotted twilight
through air searing the atmosphere
causing the sky to rip
I return

my views are blue tinted like after staring at the sun with my eyes closed
but I stand, sharpen focus, so keen
Firm winds blow but I don’t lean
Surrounding me are woven baskets of sun
waves of jade and crystal water
But something isn’t… something doesn’t seem
Right!
Amber skies and waves and shades of green
cerulean lakes, skyscraping trees
and many-colored flowers in between
these for some reason seem too perfect
almost unreal, might this be fantasy
I’m so confused
and doubt exhales views
that incite that this reality may be sight through goggles boozed
but I am not drunk or high
I just cant seem to decide whether this reality or insanity?
Or could it be a bad trip on Alice Dee aka LSD?
acid in wonderland
But where is that white rabbit?
Can I Dorothy my way out of this?
Clicking heels of rubies glittering
and counting to three
Like the Toostie roll pop
lick 1 lick 2 lick 3?
Is my view reality or fantasy?
The world may never know
Mr. Owl proceeded and told me
This Disney view seems strange I know
And perception is slow trying to sort real and fake possibility
But ultimately it is not controlled by you
Well then who? I asked
The world may never know
he said! You’ll see!

film

We peer through a mechanical eye
Painting a chemical or digital image
Frame by frame
Shots structured and artistic on occasion
Short or long collected to collage into captivating and entertaining stories
We all gather and sit in the dark
Images coax our minds out of our chairs
Into stories travel and surround ourselves
Films and movies are our soap boxes for our imaginations, our passions, our pain,
On these celluloid painted stains
Scenes play out effort not shown
6 weeks straight
3 months prep
12hr shift minimum my beard now grown
All to climax to red carpet showcase
Search lights guide millions into stadium seating
Seats and floors aren’t clean but we don’t mind
Because most of us never make it to Hollywood
So instead we suspend belief and crowd into local theaters
Where we chew loudly and yell at the screen
Shhh!
The credits scroll maybe someday I’ll see my name

Saturday

my eyes rise slowly before the sun
mom said when the big hand is on the 12
and little hand is on the 6
that means it's 6'oclock!
reaching for the giant black remote
my little hands conditioned to find
red power button so lonely
first press 0 then 2
"He's Winnie the pooh
Winnie the pooh
Willy nilly silly ole bear!"
eyes don't blink
all zipped up in my my pooh footed sleeper
while white walls that hold
recent finger paint projects
turn into the 100 acre woods
from the brown matted carpet
to pink and yellow flowers sprawled about
big tall trees with lots of green leaves
on the left is Pooh's house
Mr. Sanderz is etched above the door
I always wondered about his last name
"oh bother" pooh cried when the honey ran dry
so good thing pooh had friends with some honey supply
busy ole rabbit, scared lil' piglet, bouncing Tigger
cause that's what tiggers do best, and eeyore
whose best was always sad
unlike kanga and roo
and gopher too
hours passed on this morning
watching T.M.N.T, schoolhouse rock,
Batman and X-Men are a definite opt
with Bobby's World and Flintstone Kids
then Muppet Babies and Fat Albert and the Cosby Kids
not a blink gone by
eyes glued, but my body squirms
left to right
back and forth
Until mommy calls me away from my tv streak

I guess I'll have to dream the rest

My hand brushes yours
Attention with hidden intention, I know
But my glances don’t interest her
A knock with no answer because she didn’t hear the door
I still cared, didn’t she know? unfortunately not
Only her yearbook photo comforts me
Like a palm supported chin
Nights of silent glances that turn into stares that my eyes climb
Laddering the pedestal I put her on
Until I took too long
Now she’s under someone else’s arm
It would have never worked anyway
But she thrills me so
Even in passing, she’s beautiful

But this wouldn’t be the first time it didn’t work out
Not the first time I lost swagger due to doubt
Thoughts of this other girl floods my “I”s whenever my eyes meet hers
Simple questions asked but only answered with “I”s as I stutter
So in my Eros wounded state I float across weather conditions
Pursuing her soft alluring eyes across the room
Meeting her backlit by golden rays in bloom
But this ennead cloudy trip failed to mention
She was not on my connecting flight
ATTENTION PASSENGERS: The current flight is experiencing turbulence and will be making an emergency landing.

Women usually think of me as a friend
Can’t cross that sand drawn line
Mr. Sandman don’t leave me to rot
I’m still awake with this nagging and despairing forethought
Chordette that sweet tune you sing so well
Bring me a dream
Now that I’m older, women as friends is sweet but difficult blend
Harry wanted Sally, Sally rejected Harry,
Platonic friends pretending the sex doesn’t want to peak in
In my case Freudian slips become all too often,
I tried my breast
Best as I could
I guess I'll have to dream the rest


She expected me to simply just sleep next to her
Cuddling ain’t sex as much as partying ain’t drinking
Roused, I can’t catch 40 winks
Instead I count threads in the sheets
All night my mind thinks
My boxer shorts mountain peak
If I could I would dream the rest
Caress a thigh or maybe a
I guess I'll have to dream the rest

You know what? She’s not on top of her game
Responding to my text 5 hours later
Too passive to flirt back or tell me how she feels
Creeping up on 30 and you want me to kneel
Holding doors but not holding hands
Oh I’m sorry she is too busy to plan
Too busy to return calls
I suggest adventures; she leans back with eyes that venture
And with the meal I just paid for and now she digests
I guess I'll have to dream the rest

Why does phone tag and flirtatious texts to this chica intrigue me?
Car trips up I-85 into unfamiliar territory
Voice messages and schedule conflicts obstacle all interactions
So mutual meetings become as frequent as the moon blue
Recurrent as nights too long that sunrise seems to west too long
A Sarah Michelson type thing I imagine between us
I guess I'll have to dream the rest

I remember enjoying the profile her big pearl smile
During late nights watching my favorite films
Her rosy skin TV lit
Even once this sugar brown thing and me talked like best friends on the phone
All night long like long beach walks
But high school conversations like blackboard chalk
Exists usually like pedestrians on sidewalks
I guess I'll have to dream the rest

Another time I remember making this beauty from across the table laugh
Distracting her in a college class
I had no game I’ll act a childish ass just to get her attention
One summer every Saturday spending that $1.82 on strawberries n’ crème twisslers
That young lady at the video store gained all my money
Just to have small talk that went nowhere
Something must have been wrong with her anyway I thought
Just my immature way of dealing with it
I guess I'll have to dream the rest

Whether mahogany silk, sweet olive tan, or a hue of rosy peach
Attempts to maintain the initial spark is not always reached
Doubts and vague explanations of how I feel shade my interactions
Frustrating every woman
Making commitments seems out of reach
So I‘ll just work to improve and transgress
Invite lustful daydreams, good taste of course fully dressed
With an umbrella to keep from getting wet
I look forward to goodnights that sponsor opportunity
Again I am awaken from a dream of love
Loved the dream I dreamed
I loved her in the dream I hug
Counting sheep until I pass out into a deep sleep
Though my heart may break when I awake
Because Good mornings shepherd Heartache
But until then I guess I'll have to dream the rest

Ijustwantowrite

Writing in the dark, I need no light
So with no sight
I Stevie Wonder paper like keys
But I’m not Ms. At least she can see
Keys of life
From left to right
I write
Brandishing this pen of
Cause the sword has lost this fight
I fold my legs and clench my pen
Madly spilling thoughts
Onto any available source
Whether wide or college ruled,
Papyrus or napkin

I just want to write
So I can puppeteer metaphors and similes
choreographing ink like dancers
dancers whose feet scribe imagery through ink
or graphite
When they dance eyes don’t blink
But this darkness serves as performance blinders
So with no clear plot visible
Improvisation moves my hand across the page
As a result this pen continues mobilizing words to reach out
grabbing all readers any age
thought gathers adjectives that qualify
Nouns and pronouns,
Given life and character by
verbs and adverbs I enable
Slowly
Like a train building steam
Steam that shadows light as eyelids shadow dreams