Bass Crackling Cement

Hello simpleton yous, trust me, THIS...is no insult.

Reality is too complex for complex thinking but simple reasoning. Do you like that? I just made that hot shit up.



In all seriousness..."We've Gotta Talk..."

It's been far too long since I really released a compromising situation to the eworld.

First, like an old comprehensive comparision, I will purpose a couple questions to gain a better understanding of what the blog to follow will pertain to....



1) Since when did being a nice guy not come with benefits?



2) Is it ok for memories to smell so bad?



3) Does the pain in the left side of a man's ribcage ever leave?



4) Is it as easy to roll a heart like an ankle? Or should it be more circular?

A Sleepy Twosome.

" What an awful sin I have become..."

"I found a mirror that described me perfectly today.

She was about 5'6. A breeze away from breaking

and a stare as strong as her fathers, so I took to her eyes like devotion.

I read her lips like two maps and her sister looked everything like her.

We were conversationalists.

Twenty-two with a voice I could only comprehend in a forward lean

but it was loud enough to hear broken bottles leading to her bruised cheek

I could only glance at imagining the pain in her waist.

She's had a while to learn how to switch."

So, today was an early day at the bookstore on campus. Had no idea what was in store for me here, but I was soon to find myself neck deep in costumers and question that I really had no answer to. Some more important than others. I honestly couldn't catch up to the stillness in glares so I looked down for most of these empty conversation (which now have been scripted to index-card sized papers at each register) and broken wallets....I repeated this story daily. It came down to simple clock work.

Early Morning Me

"Its so brand new this morning that my hands hurt."

So work is last on my mind but first on a list of things to do this morning. I'm really starting to think that my pen is starving for attention. See me and my notebooks broke up last night. No worries it is the first of many occassions when poetic reference takes a back seat to wayward youth infused journeys and really, I just want to walk around aimlessly for a day. Or two. I get bored with routines and thats what this poetry thing is starting to look more and more like everyday.

Real Talk::

I am hitting some form of wall where language seems to be foreign and everyone looks at me like I got a plan. Truth, I'm just writing because I have something to say, well, God has something to say and as a vessel I often lose my place in the whole "plan" thing.

This I am sure about; we all hate facing the facts that we really dont know whats in store for us...if anything is for us at all. Don't get me wrong, I AM NOT A RELIGIOUS PERSON, I am however a spiritual one and my relationship with God is one of my own understanding.

Simple enough?

BSoul.tv - Mos Def ft. Talib Kweli - History (music video)

BSoul.tv - Mos Def ft. Talib Kweli - History (music video)

Not Just in Large Numbers..

To say that there is truth in large numbers is clearly overstated.

Hip Hop has a way with me. If ever I needed a shoulder or listening ear

then I found myself turning to one of my oldest friend in the back of a book of references

including God and my mother. Rhymes have always kept me grounded. Having one of these

over due grindin' out days to myself, I stumbled on an old video, one of my favorites.

I used to think that my father was drum because a beat can keep my pulse. Really! Like seriously, my reflex to music is not just physical, its like an arrangement of molecules

begin a conga line pitter patter of ideas in my soul.

This video just proved to be my relaps back into a functioning Hip Hop Head.

So no H.A. (Hip-hop Anonomous) meetings for me this week. PEACE.

A Simple Explanation...

The Story of Simple.

Not the same tale from Langston Hughes. lol.

See, this blog spot has been inspired by writers and poets before me just taken and revamped to fit my own corky and perspective personality. This is my first blog that I am really going to take my time and cater to because I figured it was worth a true shot. Coming to a harsh conclusion that I have commitment issues, I have tried this almost 8 times before deciding not to let my lack of all and all "honesty" hang out for the masses to see.

To simply put it, for once is a long time of shallow breaths I intend on being real, letting loose the firm hold on masculinity, and being vulnerable. Here is a piece of my heart, maybe you will find that we speak the same language.