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 :)

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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!

©

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Snow Seems

I'm trying to be positive with the weather scene upon us- realized in my state of seasonal confusion, I hadn't posted anything in a while. So here goes: a free-flow rhyme for the sign of the time :) hope it makes you feel cozy and happy in the cold dry sun!


Sorry guys, things are just not what may seem
and in the light you see a beam
its projecting a ray of security
with warmth and comfort and a well rounded currency
fractals upon us in a desolate pattern
and without the icey crystals in a dry earthen splatter
i traced my finger in a line of ants
and watched as they milled around with discombobulated rants
and when i looked up and saw what was before me
it seemed we did the same to our cloud seed
and people wondered with nowhere to go
lost in a world without any snow...


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Spoon Fed

Spoon fed through a bottle with a full speed throttle

For some reason, when I opened the book, this was the first thing that came to me and I decided to stick with it. I'm not sure how it applies to anything I intended, but, when I think about it with more depth, I get a sense that convention allows us to grow nurtured with a false pretense of common denominators of social adeptness. Take what you are fed, and get on out> could be a way to interpret that. Divuldge in the little pleasures you are deceived into believing are "treats" to keep you going and prevent you from asking questions to the who, what, where, when, and especially, HOW this planet and its answer makers operates! How do we come to terms with understanding where it is we come from and where it is we are going. Build a common spirit that people can consume, and lead them to believe thru a false sense of fear. I got in trouble in 6th grade Chem. for asking too many questions. I mean, tell a 12 yr old that mixing all those elements together could do funny things to a human mind, and not tell him/her how or why is certainly going to lead me to question everything that comes my way, and perhaps want to try for myself! I was put on this planet to question. I'm sticking with it.

How was my spelling? Question it.
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Hello :)

What goes giddy up must come down...my computer has been down for some time. We took a break from weekly posts..and now that it has been four months, the same number as weeks in a month, i have made a return :) hello

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PARALLELS

An oldy, but goody...

Where two parallels meet,

Well, It’s no treat,

Not all the time

But once in a while you lose your mind

And in the sense of it all,

Was it worth the marshmallow wall?

She put it up in hopes to recover a more esoteric way to hover

Off the earth’s tumultuous ground

Have you ever heard that humming sound?

The one that can take a few comprehensions

And no, there are no extensions

To relieve you of this unbearable pressure

That welds up inside, it’s just pure

And when you hear it, tell me it’s a sign

Initiating an influence over your distress

And influence of the essence of freedom and it’s mine

It’s something I’ve needed but that one guess

I made was error and the escape was unfortunate

A meltdown waiting to drape my serenity with a taste

Of bittersweet memories of time and place, people and ocular treat

That is something I can’t ignore

But if I cradle it, that door will open partially

Attempting to trick

My now obsidian vision of the questions

Why and how did it happen?

I will lick the oblivion into a here and now approach-

Coming back to my senses

In order to produce a turn from other dense’s

It’s me here-

and I am free

I will conquer to cluttered mental purge and feed the need

To recognize my right to surge!

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DESIRE

the world is full of endless possibilities. Never take any moment for granted regardless of how you choose to spend it. Realize the gift of time and know its up to ourself to change that which we can. We can give the gift of giving away without the fear of attachment, but, we have to understand we have that within us. I will give away up to the time i have finely been gifted.

The power of perception in a world of deception

Or try and inspire the word desire

Two questions to discover,

An answer or a satisfaction

That will last a while,

Or, until the next distraction.

Have if you will the gift of experience,

In a world that’s eggy and comes with deliverance.

I deliver to be a fine history, a rapture, tone capture of earthly delights

A truth and a see’r despite of what it is.

My reception is skeptical,

Wary of the moment when it all

Ceased to be puuuuuuuure.

My appetite became insecure,

And unwilling to taste the fruitful bounty.

I’m in a Pocahontas county prism, if you will.

Taste the rainbow,

Or, perhaps- I’ll stand up and groooooow.

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