Sunday, September 4, 2011
Monday, August 22, 2011
If Love were HomeLess...
If Love were homeless,
I would roam less.
No longer approaching her open handed, I could breathe a little more freely, feeling a lot less needy.
See me and Love have always been on opposite ends of the spectrum.
When she had the answers, I would be searching for them.
While she lay calm, I found myself becoming a nomad of mayhem.
I traveled light, slept lighter.
If Love were homeless,
Maybe she would care less.
Of these fools’ games she plays
Or these foul things she says
She would have a deeper appreciation for those who don’t have her
And others would no longer be her source of laughter.
If Love were homeless,
She would understand there is more to life than just 'The Moment'.
She would listen to more to what I do,
Rather than what I didn't say
She would keep promises and confess to her lies
She would stay around long enough to dry my eyes
If Love were homeless...
She would give a fuck.
It's time for Love to grow up.
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Monday, February 28, 2011
Love behind the Wall..
Floatin in a dream world
Love is here
Drifting into reality
Pain is near…
So I clear,
My throat
Never to rest to heavily on hope
Rope…ing my thoughts
And gearing my mind
To find
Courage.
Ill need it.
Strength.
I hope you have it.
Grab it,
The sledge hammer
And go ham against the wall surrounding my heart, Attack
it like rats to cheese
make haste in this rat race
pace yourself at a top speed of forever:mph
devour the bullshit that flies from the blade against the concrete
seek.
No shelter, no don’t hide
this is what u signed up for, so tell me what you feel in side
and ill do the same.
Show me your mind
Love is here
Drifting into reality
Pain is near…
So I clear,
My throat
Never to rest to heavily on hope
Rope…ing my thoughts
And gearing my mind
To find
Courage.
Ill need it.
Strength.
I hope you have it.
Grab it,
The sledge hammer
And go ham against the wall surrounding my heart, Attack
it like rats to cheese
make haste in this rat race
pace yourself at a top speed of forever:mph
devour the bullshit that flies from the blade against the concrete
seek.
No shelter, no don’t hide
this is what u signed up for, so tell me what you feel in side
and ill do the same.
Show me your mind
Share whispers from your soul
And ill share with you those from mine.
Keep hammering away, never to slow
Ill let you see my vulnerability
If you promise not to go
And if time proves you shall not stammer
Ill reach down and grasp my own hammer..
My swing is heavy, and yours relentless
Together we can bring down my wall
Together we can bring down my wall
Behind it love can be witnessed.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Defining Success
As for myself, I define success as equaling significance. I desire to positively affect others’ lives, along with financially living a comfortable life, living life to what I deem it’s fullest, and doing right by my family and my faith.
How do you define success?
Saturday, February 12, 2011
The Rape Over
What happens to many following undergrad. |
Man is nothing but a walking conundrum. Think about it; generally men want a good girl with a history of innocents, yet while having a naughty side somehow filled with overwhelming experience. And women please don’t even start thinking you’re much different! You all want a guy that’ll treat you good and do right by you, yet yall stay hovering around the doodes who have that dangerous edge.. smh. I digress.
The 21st century job market aka The Rape Over, follows the same trends apparently. Corporate America likes em young, innovative, and energetic. Yet after their whispers of seduction luring you under the corporate sheets, they pause. A look of dissatisfaction across their face. “You don’t have enough experience.”
Its not quantum physics, its simple math. Experience = Job, yet only a Job = experience. Its what some may consider a rotating algorithm. It’s a game just to get into the game, a marathon just to get to the race, a process that truly boils down to who you know and who is willing to take a chance on you. Where are the rewards of education, extra-curriculars, and internships? Is all that effort and time chalked up toe equal no experience?
I surely do not have any of the answers, yet I will allow you to ponder these questions as I have done. I do believe there are loop holes to this rotating algorithm when adding Networking as a key variable. Entry level Corporate America is based on few factors: mainly being trust and performance. Chances are they are unaware of the truth extent of your performance capabilities, so leaning on trust is a must. Network, build that trust, and lie rewardingly under the sheets of corporate America.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Why'd you say it..
Why couldn’t she just love me or leave me
But she wanted to eat her cake too, and
Proceeded to be
Nothing but a hindrance to me
And my life
And I struggle
To understand how you could ever tell me “I love you”..
But she wanted to eat her cake too, and
Proceeded to be
Nothing but a hindrance to me
And my life
And I struggle
To understand how you could ever tell me “I love you”..
Monday, January 24, 2011
The Hard Part...
What hurts most
Is that it hurts the most
No Champaign bottles
No special toast
Cant find a shooting star to place my hopes
The dance floor has cleared
And only you and I are left standing here
We knew each other so well as the record spun
Intertwining the night towards endless fun
Endless has ended
With nothing else begin’in
But the shock, from the stop
Of the music playin
Its sayin
Only what needs to be said:
Hearts in it, but where’s are head?
Love hasn’t left, but is the passion dead?
But the final literature has yet to have been read
The journey of a love story
That it is, so lets not worry
Surely,
We can flip the page and write a new chapter.
Later to look back with light hearted laughter.
Is that it hurts the most
No Champaign bottles
No special toast
Cant find a shooting star to place my hopes
The dance floor has cleared
And only you and I are left standing here
We knew each other so well as the record spun
Intertwining the night towards endless fun
Endless has ended
With nothing else begin’in
But the shock, from the stop
Of the music playin
Its sayin
Only what needs to be said:
Hearts in it, but where’s are head?
Love hasn’t left, but is the passion dead?
But the final literature has yet to have been read
The journey of a love story
That it is, so lets not worry
Surely,
We can flip the page and write a new chapter.
Later to look back with light hearted laughter.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
The Possibility of Impossible
Nothing is impossible. Does anyone else see that this is a oxymoron within itself? If nothing is impossible then is equal to say that, Everything is possible. Correct? Good, agreed. So if everything is possible, in all fairness doesn’t that mean it is POSSIBLE for an impossibility to exist? It Must be! Because EVERYTHING is possible so how can you possibly exclude the possibility of impossible!
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