Dear Woman

Dear women,

This is my formal request, I lay myself plain. My heart riddled with questions and confusion. So many ways to explain who you are through conversations and experiences, but nothing can tell me why you are. And why I ache for your spirit connection like a plug with no outlet. You are my rush of blood to the head, that might cause my heart to stop in the name of love, but I'm stuck in the coldest winter, asking sometimes how can you be so heartless? Your every curve and feel of you smooth skin against the tips of my fingers, hairs raise to attention with subtle hints of goose bumps caused by the cold touch. I can feel you exhale but I wake to no one. I've been told the fastest way to a man's heart is through his stomach but to a woman's is to never try. I am not him, he who ruined you or left the stain on your velvet carpet heart; I tread softly. Why am I categorized with every man? As if we can be selected from a vending machine mine is 2B costing nothing cause I ask for nothing but your heart. But my product is discontinued. I've dreamed of you woman, but to no avail, you are my bane and my life's success all in one. I can only place you in the same league as a sunset. To me you are the sun that brightens my day, the moon I can stare at for hours, and the cloudy day; that even when it rains makes new life grow. How am I to love you if my voice is but a breeze on the wind as you see and walk right through me. I cannot rap my mind around you, but my arms do just fine as long as you understand me, patience, kind, never jealous, but willing to live. I write this to you woman cause I don't know how to approach you, but to not. And it's a pity you will never know who I am, but 2B.

I Hate List

I hate list......

When they make token black tv shows or movies TYLER PERRY!
When every woman assumes your flirting, would you like me to tell you your unattractive?
The way you think you finally have control then BOOM you end up losing
When 24 hours just isn't enough
The way pretty women are all crazy and assume they can act like pricks
Mustangs don't attract as many women as the tv's show
The way Previews for movies are showing all the action scenes and get 1 hour of boring talk
That I'm weird
That all my favorite shows are canceled
When people write you off before they know you
When being a dork is a fad and those who are dorks get ignored
The way love is not real anymore
The fact I don't know my family like I use to
That my father left
That after he left so did my hopes for getting married
The way I've had more deep conversations on online dating sites than in real life
That sex is overrated and virginity is underrated
That if your the same race you must end up together
When people watch movies just for the explosions except Die hard!
When ex's friend you on FB just to see if your doing well to win "the break up"
That I've never been in love
That I've loved so many and experienced so little
That I'm written off so easily
That I have a 20 year olds dream
That tennis is considered NOT a sport in America
That anything played with the guitar might as well be the soundtrack to my life
I can't marry my best friend
I don't have super powers
That God is just a reason to create a christmas list for folk
That I dream of her but will never know her
That I'm shallow
That she doesn't exist
That no matter how bad people say I am I love myself and wouldn't wish to be anyone else
That I'm the only person who's going to read this.
so what does it matter.....

New Year

last year had been a year of change. Things seemed to get better then dramatically worst. It's a privilege to now be in 2011. This year from the start seems to be the beginning of beauty. I have this thought in my head that is shapeless and formless, but is beauty in it's entirety. Through music, lullaby notes, and countless productions I'm being filled with art again. Though the negatives of the past haunt the progression of the coming times the attempts at tripping my feet have gone unnoticed. But a new melody fills the air i as lay my lead across this Caucasian page, to leave noir expressions to duplicate God's images my eyes see. I thank the God of my ancestors for the gift of air in my lungs and windows to look out of that internal lays my own gift. I am blessed and 2011 is the time to be so.