Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Twitter Question......
"Why is it every time I turn on the news, I want to smack Dick Cheney.........."
The Morning After......
The morning after.....
We lie here.
Wondering whether or not we found the truth.
Hoping that the touch of each other wasn't as right as it felt.
Or as wrong as it was.
No names
Just whispered words
Barely heard between rushed breaths.
As we wonder aloud. What's next.
Do we play guilty in a crime that lacks suspects.
Or act as if.
Tonight never happened.
It was something we imagined
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
The words that need to be said get stuck in our chest.
So we don't speak.
But our eyes do.
Begging to find a answer when neither of us know the question.
Unsure of what we want to forget.
Or remember.
Remember.
How you felt in my hands.
or your taste on my tongue
or how the night knows it ours
While we both chase the sun.
Thoughts that play in my mind
On repeat.
and I can't find the stop button.
or my pants for that matter.
Unsure of the next move.
But then.
neither of us want too.
Surprised to find comfort in this moment.
Where we move closer.
I normally don't do this.
Stay long enough for your eyes to see into mine.
And catch me torn between making another mistake
and apologizing for this one.
Even though.
we're not sorry.
We're just young. Crazy.
and your beautiful.
Enough to make me want to stay
The morning after....
We lie here.
Wondering whether or not we found the truth.
Hoping that the touch of each other wasn't as right as it felt.
Or as wrong as it was.
No names
Just whispered words
Barely heard between rushed breaths.
As we wonder aloud. What's next.
Do we play guilty in a crime that lacks suspects.
Or act as if.
Tonight never happened.
It was something we imagined
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
The words that need to be said get stuck in our chest.
So we don't speak.
But our eyes do.
Begging to find a answer when neither of us know the question.
Unsure of what we want to forget.
Or remember.
Remember.
How you felt in my hands.
or your taste on my tongue
or how the night knows it ours
While we both chase the sun.
Thoughts that play in my mind
On repeat.
and I can't find the stop button.
or my pants for that matter.
Unsure of the next move.
But then.
neither of us want too.
Surprised to find comfort in this moment.
Where we move closer.
I normally don't do this.
Stay long enough for your eyes to see into mine.
And catch me torn between making another mistake
and apologizing for this one.
Even though.
we're not sorry.
We're just young. Crazy.
and your beautiful.
Enough to make me want to stay
The morning after....
This is it.........
Michael Jackson - This Is It - Directed by Spike Lee from 40 Acres and a Mule Filmworks on Vimeo.
Michael Jackson "This is it" -Directed By Spike Lee
Perfect.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
I feel the same way......
"The thing that I like most about being creative is the magic of connecting with my soul until something is revealed. I really can’t explain it, but I always know it once I see it." -J.Sakiya
New Chicago.......
YP ft Mikkey Halsted "Words of wisdom"
Theirs a theory that goes on in the city of Chicago that when it comes to music all we do is hate on eachother. I don't think its a matter of really not digging other artists but its a "I'm better" mentality. While I'm guilty of feeling that way (as an MC aren't you supposed to?) that doesn't mean I don't give respect where its due. The new generation of artists coming out of chicago are on a different page man. It feels good to see the people you appreciate winning, and even better to say congrats rather than #hate. Between Flyy City, Make a move, YP, Doe Marley, Project Fresh, ect.... It's gonna be a dope year.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Rockets......
Rockets....
Unsure moments fill the gaps now.
Between yesterday and tomorrow.
With time moving so fast that the two seem to drift into each other.
Some permanent limbo we don't choose to get stuck in.
But we find ourselves here.
When we're apart.
So now I have to wonder if I'll found my way back to you.
Searching at the bottom of this glass
or the cloud of smoke that surrounds me like new cologne.
The new fragrance, El Canibi for men.
But I'd prefer the scent of you in the end.
So I search for your replacements, since you want to play Carmen.
But I always end up staring into your reflection.
The photocopy of perfection
but missing a soul.
Who thinks me Tiger Woods while filling these holes.
Lucky me, I don't play golf.
I gave up games for what became more of the same.
So I stay lost.
Floating on the thickest clouds.
With hopes that my freedom lies in the UP.
Telling myself and the world that I don't really give a fuck.
Shorty, I'm a rocket man.
High as a kite, flyy in the night.
But know one sees me land in the daylight.
Except a song or 2.
Writing life as I see it, except your not in it.
Of course I'm not alone, but it doesn't feel like I'm winning.
Even when they tell me that I've already won.
As if the rest doesn't matter because I'm already young.
So, Live your life, have a drink.
Take time to pray, time to think.
But remember that your days move the same as a blink.
So just don't close your eyes.
I suppose .
That's how I lost you in the first place.
and ended up in this place unknown.
Far from home in pursuit of happiness
and space.
Riding on stars but mars is no place to stand on.
And these days earth is no place to land on.
So I stay afloat,
Until my words slur and sentences break off.
Love hard and hate soft.
But I know its hard to stay grounded
When your heart wants to take off......
Unsure moments fill the gaps now.
Between yesterday and tomorrow.
With time moving so fast that the two seem to drift into each other.
Some permanent limbo we don't choose to get stuck in.
But we find ourselves here.
When we're apart.
So now I have to wonder if I'll found my way back to you.
Searching at the bottom of this glass
or the cloud of smoke that surrounds me like new cologne.
The new fragrance, El Canibi for men.
But I'd prefer the scent of you in the end.
So I search for your replacements, since you want to play Carmen.
But I always end up staring into your reflection.
The photocopy of perfection
but missing a soul.
Who thinks me Tiger Woods while filling these holes.
Lucky me, I don't play golf.
I gave up games for what became more of the same.
So I stay lost.
Floating on the thickest clouds.
With hopes that my freedom lies in the UP.
Telling myself and the world that I don't really give a fuck.
Shorty, I'm a rocket man.
High as a kite, flyy in the night.
But know one sees me land in the daylight.
Except a song or 2.
Writing life as I see it, except your not in it.
Of course I'm not alone, but it doesn't feel like I'm winning.
Even when they tell me that I've already won.
As if the rest doesn't matter because I'm already young.
So, Live your life, have a drink.
Take time to pray, time to think.
But remember that your days move the same as a blink.
So just don't close your eyes.
I suppose .
That's how I lost you in the first place.
and ended up in this place unknown.
Far from home in pursuit of happiness
and space.
Riding on stars but mars is no place to stand on.
And these days earth is no place to land on.
So I stay afloat,
Until my words slur and sentences break off.
Love hard and hate soft.
But I know its hard to stay grounded
When your heart wants to take off......
Friday, December 11, 2009
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Thinkers Thoughts.....
“There is no passion to be found playing small – in settling for a life that is less than the one you are capable of living”
- fellow thinker
Nelson Mandela
Fresh......
From Hype Beast:Just in time for Winter, Needles releases its new Herringbone Arrow Jacket. The piece features classic Herringbone construction with contrast elbow panels and pocket accents. Retailing for ¥60,900 (Approx. $691 USD), it is now available at Doo-Bop.
Do you think about me.......
This song puts me in that place I try not to visit often. I go back to 2 years ago, when I thought I was solid. I've only had maybe 2 girls in my life, besides my mother, that have actually affected me. I admit to myself now, that really 19 is too young to think your in love with a person, but how do you know then. When we started, we assumed we would take over the world together. That was until we took eachother over instead. We lost ourselves, so much so that the only way out was some painful shit. We broke eachothers hearts, and I never bothered to pick up the pieces. Which is why I always tell girls when they try to talk to me, I'm not going on the serious shit for a long time. I don't think I'm built for that type of thing. I work better alone. But that doesn't mean I don't stil wonder with all the what if's....and if she ever thinks about me, like I think about her.....
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Yellow Light it......
Make sure you check out the homie C.Rich performing live @ The Funky Buddha , New Years Day!!! Until than, here's a new joint to hold you guys over
Vampires come out at night.....
2010 is around the corner. Isn't that crazy? Like just look at that number, 2010. Needless to say the future is here. We've got so much in front of us these days that its hard to appreciate things. But the world has changed, and so have we. Its hard to say whether or not its for better or worse yet. I keep seeing a little bit of both in the mix. I'm thankful everyday for the gifts god has given me. My family, their health and mine. My friends, and my music. I gotta love these things daily because I don't know if theirs going to be a tomorrow. I only know today, so I gotta make it count. With Purple, I'm trying to capture these daily trips, the journey. So far its been going good, the songs I've written are some of my best yet and I just recorded one of them the other night. "Vampires" is an incredible record. Shout out to Ms.Lynette for the feature. This song is St.Elsewhere, somewhere between the genres I found something. Between that and "Sky Blue Diamonds" and "Purple" and a slew of other joints that I think are gonna be amazing, this thing is gonna be kuuuuuush. Yea, we going hard in 2010. Let's start the next decade off right. Love the future.....now, what are we doing for NY's?
Perfection.....
My post from "What Men & Women Think"
Relationships are pretty much a serious of compromises from the time one of us says to the other "I want to be with you and you alone". Never mind the other pussy calling, or the dick that was on her cell phone last week, from there its just the two of you. You've settled, found your match and at that moment, this person, makes your happier than any play thing could. So you play house, and settle in. Movie nights, dinner dates, dancing, poetry reading, jazz clubs, great sex (obviously) all becomes the new agenda. You two don't even see anything going on outside the bubble you've created and why should you. Who else do you need but the company of someone who you consider the better half..."you complete me" word to Jerry. It's amazing, its fantastic. It feels like La, Ny, summertime chi!! It feels....perfect....and then you wake up.
He sneezes on you and farts at the same time. Part of you laughs. She uses your bathroom and it doesn't smell like roses, part of you laughs. The other parts of your start noticing that smear marks on the Mona Lisa. Slowly but surely this person becomes human to you. He goes to the club with his people and comes back popped. Part of you understands. She goes to the club with her girls and comes back popped, part of you understands. It begins with the small things and eventually you’re coming to grips with the fact that maybe your not Jay and Beyonce. This is where things get the rockiest. See, the problem withAmerica America
The problem is most people don't make it past this realization and begin to go find perfection elsewhere, or perceived perfection: Some girl with a fatter ass and a cuter smile, or some guy who can bench 300. Then, in the revolving door that is relationships, we see that person do a 360 and realize their not what we thought they were either. It’s like a drug that has you in the street naked as hell at 3 in the morning holding your dick looking for a fix that was a good as the first one (not that I've ever been out at 3 in the morning. naked.) But we fail to realize that perfection doesn't exist. People lose out on so much, trying to chase it down. What’s that saying "Don't leave the one you love, for the one you like, because the one you like will leave you for one they love"? I probably fucked it all up but the point is its true as fuck. By the time you realized you fucked up its too late for both of you to get it back. Then you’re just sad and shit. Depressed, listening to Kid Cudi records. (Even though I fuck with that album)
Here's the thing, my outlook is that no ones and nothing is perfect. I stopped striving for perfection when it came to relationships. Not my life, or my passion (I WILL get everything I want out of this life) but in relationships because people aren't flawless. We're flawed, greatly. That doesn't mean we can't strive for better, but that also doesn't mean don't go chasing waterfalls when the ocean is what made you happy in the first place. I've come to expect it, in fact I prefer it. I find comfort not just in what makes a woman desirable, but her flaws as well, that what makes us unique(or crazy or sexy, feel free to substitute words their). That also shows me I'm not the only human in the building, and I appreciate that.
Men and women when dealing with each other are crazy as hell. Neither understands the other, and it doesn't help that when we fuck(With) each other we expect the other person to turn into that video model (even though these days their easier to come by) or r&b singer and the world will magically fall into place. As soon as we realize the other person is a real human we bolt for the next rather than understanding that real "Love"(I'm hesitant to use that word, not really a fan) is a long, long war in which victories and losses occur all the time. Its messy, confusing, depressing, wild, sexy, random, fucked up, fucking great, great fucking , sloppy, unorganized, flawed...and all we can do is hold on and hope we hit Happy. Because honestly, I'd rather be happy, then perfect. Honestly, perfect is boring as fuck. But that's just me. Outy5000.
He sneezes on you and farts at the same time. Part of you laughs. She uses your bathroom and it doesn't smell like roses, part of you laughs. The other parts of your start noticing that smear marks on the Mona Lisa. Slowly but surely this person becomes human to you. He goes to the club with his people and comes back popped. Part of you understands. She goes to the club with her girls and comes back popped, part of you understands. It begins with the small things and eventually you’re coming to grips with the fact that maybe your not Jay and Beyonce. This is where things get the rockiest. See, the problem with
The problem is most people don't make it past this realization and begin to go find perfection elsewhere, or perceived perfection: Some girl with a fatter ass and a cuter smile, or some guy who can bench 300. Then, in the revolving door that is relationships, we see that person do a 360 and realize their not what we thought they were either. It’s like a drug that has you in the street naked as hell at 3 in the morning holding your dick looking for a fix that was a good as the first one (not that I've ever been out at 3 in the morning. naked.) But we fail to realize that perfection doesn't exist. People lose out on so much, trying to chase it down. What’s that saying "Don't leave the one you love, for the one you like, because the one you like will leave you for one they love"? I probably fucked it all up but the point is its true as fuck. By the time you realized you fucked up its too late for both of you to get it back. Then you’re just sad and shit. Depressed, listening to Kid Cudi records. (Even though I fuck with that album)
Here's the thing, my outlook is that no ones and nothing is perfect. I stopped striving for perfection when it came to relationships. Not my life, or my passion (I WILL get everything I want out of this life) but in relationships because people aren't flawless. We're flawed, greatly. That doesn't mean we can't strive for better, but that also doesn't mean don't go chasing waterfalls when the ocean is what made you happy in the first place. I've come to expect it, in fact I prefer it. I find comfort not just in what makes a woman desirable, but her flaws as well, that what makes us unique(or crazy or sexy, feel free to substitute words their). That also shows me I'm not the only human in the building, and I appreciate that.
Men and women when dealing with each other are crazy as hell. Neither understands the other, and it doesn't help that when we fuck(With) each other we expect the other person to turn into that video model (even though these days their easier to come by) or r&b singer and the world will magically fall into place. As soon as we realize the other person is a real human we bolt for the next rather than understanding that real "Love"(I'm hesitant to use that word, not really a fan) is a long, long war in which victories and losses occur all the time. Its messy, confusing, depressing, wild, sexy, random, fucked up, fucking great, great fucking , sloppy, unorganized, flawed...and all we can do is hold on and hope we hit Happy. Because honestly, I'd rather be happy, then perfect. Honestly, perfect is boring as fuck. But that's just me. Outy5000.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
I use to have a Bulls jacket........
Official Add-2 "Starter Jacket" video by PreciseMinds/Tori Boyd from Add-2 on Vimeo.
ADD-2 "Starter Jacekt"
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