life: Lay Rest-Intro

6 A.M. The most dreadful event possible is taking place: YOUR ALARM CLOCK IS BUZZING! “Why didn’t I get more sleep last night,” you question. As you begrudgingly flounder out of bed, forsaking the warmth and comfort being held prisoner by your pillow and covers, you can’t help but think, “today is gonna suck.”

For most of us, especially those in college, this is an all too familiar experience. Is it because God has cursed us with some defective body, unable to take advantage of this gift of rest? By no means! The Bible makes it clear, that everything God created was good. The problem, however, is when we decide we know what’s best for us. And as it pertains to rest, this pride, accompanied with a lack of faith, can lead to both our physical, and spiritual downfall.

Let’s hope you can stay awake to hear this…

life: The Okie Doke

The widening income gap is so incredibly intriguing because its all built on this big lie about the American dream. The idea that everyone is somehow supposed to "achieve" regardless of circumstance leaves folks chasing their tales. And the worst part? Society created these benchmarks that would signal who "made it" and who didn't. The only thing to intervene is reality. That's how people got duped into bad home loans, crippling student debt and credit card debt. The illusion was in the idea that it was easy to come up. It ain't. The reality? The bank loans money for a profit. Schools do not care about your home life. And very few folks care where you sleep at night. Education was always painted as the great equalizer, but that wasn't truly the answer. You always needed education that folks pay for. Example. There once was a time where a man that was simply educated in a trade could make as much as a college educated man. He couldn't understand a lick of scientific theory, but he could build a plumbing system. And the brother got paid to do so. Instead folks held to the idea that getting into college would fix everything, only to graduate with massive amounts of debt. We've been had. You CAN fail in this life, even if its no fault of your own. Those are what we call the breaks. But, if you still breathing, you got a shot. So go and get it the best way you can. No excuses. Just make moves.

life: Second Chance

The young man says, 'I'm not ready yet.'
Oh when death in all her splendour comes, what will you say?
Take me here and now.
In debt by a vow.
With wedlock it surrounds.
With love the heart pounds.
But only the darkness is sought to be found.
A purpose unknown and unclaimed.
A seeking of fame.
As if only to remember my name.
Destine to complain to the very last breath.
In a world of uncontrollable circumstance.
The chaos of all the utter nonsense.
Picking berries from a million bushes.
Which is the right one?
How do we choose.
Knowing in all eventualities we will all lose.
We say we must do right.
But by whom?
And that question forever looms.
Always stagnant on my mind.
Making a pack with all kinds.
A world full of fortune tellers.
A story book of lies.
A second chance to do the dance.
Reborn in the wicked storm.
The skies light up.
The thunder roars.
And the choice still has to be made.
Were all dressed up and no where to go.
Oh no, oh no.
I'm just going to continue on with the show.

life: The Void

I see your eyes, they burn with a passionless fury
the flames of our unrequited love ignite
but the feelings I hold for you go on unreciprocated
but I fight it off to love another never again oh how I fight 

the acid tears i shed turn cold
as if I'm dead inside
I run from the truth
but there's nowhere to hide

where else do I go if not here
to escape your eyes that burn with a loveless flame
but I keep staring in them year after year
as the pain of your rejection increases

there seems to be nowhere left in your heart for me
so my heart becomes so cold and empty

and I yearn for your love to fill the void
in which I can not fill myself 

life: Indifference, The End

Two familiar souls,
Walking in the desert of solitude,
Not recognizing each other,
Burning in our indifference.
Two wild horses,
Brutally tamed,
Hypocrisy our master,
And us, his slave.
The desert a frozen land became,
A cold, cold pole,
On a winters day.
Distance between us,
Coldness amongst us,
We could heat each other up,
Merge into one soul,
Let the ice melt,
And the cold burn.
But no, here we stand,
Frozen in time,
Two ice statues,
Staring in silence.
The snow shall continue to fall,
The wind shall continue to scar,
Occasional heat will make,
The ice in my eyes, melt,
And go down.
A wild, wild tear,
Will freeze in my heart,
And you will never notice,
Never have, never will.
And our winter days,
Shall forever remain,
Until the end of our days,
No life between the ice shall appear,
No grass, no flower,
No sweet music will ever be heard,
No stories to be told,
Just the wind,
The evil wind,
Will whisper in our ears,
Tell us what would’ve been,
And now impossible is,
And just like the wind,
It will pass,
Pass right through us,
And we may never notice,
Not until the ice melts,
The snow stops,
The distance is erased,
And you and I,
Stand face to face,
Heat emanating from us,
Embrace,
Kiss,
Love,
Live.

random: Hey Ma, Vote or Die

Purple Haze is an American masterpiece. Folks be wondering who I think should be the president. The answer: Cam'Ron Giles. I know, thats one hell of a segue, but trust me the only way to secure democratic harmony and prosperity is to write in Cam as president. He has shown us time and time again his views on the matters at hand. "I tutor the students.", Cam speaking on education. "I get the boosters boosting. I get computers 'putin.", Cam on economic stimulus through technology. "Get em girl", Cam in women's rights. "My team is the goonies.", Cam on the state of the US military. "I help you get your son out of PS 22.", Cam on school vouchers in public education. "Who ill, a check for $2 mil.", Cam on economic stimulus dollars. "Dog, It ain't about Cam. I got a son homeboy, its about Cam.", Cam on the importance of family. "You know me dog. I just wanna keep the peace. But saying my name, its only gon lead to beef.", Cam on terrorism. I'm done yall. But for real. Dipset forever.

life: Binding Clauses

After much self-deliberation i have concluded there is a two day grace period on all chipped polish. Random you say? Well these constructed thoughts stem from a conversation with a coworker about women I have dated. I'm not saying she gotta get em done again, just hit the polish remover.
I'm cool if my lady doesn't have her nails done all the time. Just don't let that chipped polish stay in play too long. That's fair right? It takes like 12 minutes to remove the polish. Do that while your watching "Grey's Anatomy" or "Scandle". As a former nail biter, I never judged girls with booty diggers. But I don't bite my nails anymore...and I'm a guy...sooo. As she has the right to demand that I don't walk around for a week in need my hair done, I too can mandate chipped polish cleanup rule. When yall tell yall men "baby its time for a haircut," I hope he ask if you're going pay for it or calls you an elitist. Just kidding. If my lady won't make sure I look good, then who can I trust? If I need a shave, haircut, floss, tissue or a piece of gum, please be the first to let me know. Don't have me out here looking like "who done it and why?" You know why MJ gets away with what he wears? Cus his lady never says "uuum baby. You want to stop by a tailor this weekend?" Tell your girl when she is gaining weight. The lies have cost us for far too long. And when I go one too many mini donuts over...let me know. Cus that's love. It's gonna hurt me to the core, but she did this for me. Men are trained to outright LIE to women just to keep her happy and quiet. Meanwhile, she copping major lbs. Every week. Just gaining. And we notice. But we be quiet. For peace sake. But that attraction? Dwindling. He still loves you, but yea, he wishes you hadn't gained. And vice versa. Ya man is killing cool ranch doritos by the bag. And you just watch him. Grease stains on his shirt. He is happy, so to keep the peace and his pride in tact, you lie to him and lust at some r&b singer on the BET awards. If I'm being a louse, don't let me be a happy one. Not saying nag me, but tactfully tell my fat ass to get active. I get it. After 3 kids, weight is hard to get off. After an 8 hr shift you don't wanna slide to the gym. I feel you mama. But...that's not an excuse to let it all go. TRY to maintain. Just try. I love you. I'm never going to leave. Just try though. Suffice it to say that any woman that has been heavy, and lost weight, your man remarked at how great you look now. Doesn't mean he thought you were unattractive before, he just appreciates your transformation. Likewise, if you had a bird chest when she met you, but you manage to fill out, she WILL marvel. Nothing wrong with that. Don't lie to me. If my gut is putting a hurting on my blazer buttons, call me out on that. I beg of thee. I bring mine in the dressing room with me. She gone tell me if I'm in it to win it. These are binding contract clauses.

P.S.
Call out ashy ankles and elbows too. Cus I miss spots.