whut whut v-day schmee-day

Just when i thought I would give up forever, I bring a new light with a postive shine on my life and these beautiful days I have been blessed with. Triying to post this before midnight...wish me luck! This one has refernce to the number 14- so here it is...

Where were your parents when you turned 15
When you were learning bout dreams and only sippin on cream
sodas, were you goin to the top or stoppin at sorta
kinda, maybe I fell in between,
But that was when I was only 14~
Smokin in bars was my pasttime at 13
talkin, beers, liquers, no shirley temples here...
move on with your sippers of Grenadine,
Like i was guna make it to age 17
Babies on hips was the future for me,
But I could tell my lips were too sure to speak
for themselves,
and i coulda found myself drowning in a bottle well
My days in Saudi and spain were dying
So sick of my pilot dad always training and flying
When would the day arrive when I wasn't aspiring
to see if we could be a family alive again...
But, I'm a Cryan Shame and my name came with a destiny bound to never remain
in the same ground twice,
and if this life should suffice, then i'm found and im spliced
between homeslice and everything nice, on my own
cuz around these parts,
there's no such thing as a slice of home slice!
So off to this land for an american story,
from the bottle in my hand to building some priorities...
Itsz up to me to grow up and understand
and not distort what the youth can as minorities
Home slice Home slice, and everything nice
I never had that but im sure its a delight
Gone with the wind and my seat belt is fastend
ready to be spinned from a life of distractions,
seas shells and sea shells, to chainsaws and tree wells!
Home slice home slice, and everything nice
I never had that but i'm sure its a delight
perhaps i;ll follow my dad in flight...
it is after all, such a beautiful night!
And it's young out there, and despite of your fears,
Dare, dare, dare to be scared,
 get bare get naked shake your head and prepare, cuz its a part of yooooour,
home slice, home slice, and everything nice,
It's your life to entice, you throw the dice
Look into your soul with your eyes open wide,
it's up to you, you and you to decide!


Damn- 12.06...i tried :)

><)))*>...fishin food for thought...

THE UNTOUCHABLES

Wow- I've been slacking and wondering around like a just discoverd bat! Here's one from last year.

Descubriendo sentimientos sobre los duros de este mundo.

Estamos viviendo entre ducho y los que son perdidos.

Could we ever jostle a word around like slum

If the lost could be found at no cost

To some of those who own the ground-

And I’m astounded by this draconian action

by those with custodians who feel satisfaction

Day in and day out

And their lack of intact

Shuns the human life and without strife

They call it untouchable?

And am I the fool to think by this expression

I might save one more fit of depression

Belonging to a poor soul who’s life’s a consta-recession

Shit. Let’s start the procession

I’m a middle man and a means to an end-

And I stand ready to lend

my Untouchables a helping hand,

Cuz all they ever deserved was a piece of land,

To feel safe, unharmed,

By the inevitable- contraband.

Whether it’s the Favelas, Kamagasaki, Barrios, or Dharavi-

How could you not feel like you’re in the hot seat?

You throw them around like they’re the dice in a game of Yahtzee-

You got your full-house, you got your chance,

Roll the triple six- you may as well be a Nazi!

You stumble around with your promos and your prophecies

You buy your million dollar toy dogs and Untouchable brands like Louis Vuitton and Versace.

And oh my gosh, did I hit the hammer on the nail?

Did you just catch this slam crush parellel?

My brain hurts, can’t you tell?

It’s beginning to swell, but I can’t dwell

On a cultural clash, I have to keep my chin up- I’m Jennif”realz

Pick through the pieces of this double entendre,

Were at a tipping point-

we gotta look beyond

the clash and hone in on this double Untouchable-

Let’s crash the debutant party

and mash the lunch-ables with the munchables

And feast up a serious sunny bowl… of cherries.

Chew on this- I know it can be done

Don’t just say screw it cuz it’s too much of a conundrum.

We can place caviar and grits on the same plate,

We can learn to love to bits and alleviate

all that which we discriminate.

Cuz what it really all boils down to,

Is, we essentially come from the same place,

We were all born naked and with a blank slate-

And we were all born without the game face.

They taught us to divide and conquer, homogenize, and assimilate.

But don’t believe the hype!

There’s only one side of the fence gate

We really are all alike, we really are all touchable.

And like someone said- we don’t bite!

Descubriendo sentimientos sobre los duros de este mundo

Estamos vivendo entre duchos y los que son perdidos.

So cut the crap, let’s get found, let’s Untouchables unite, let’s all of us come around!

©

><)))*>...fishin food for thought...