Rises

Feels like the past. Broken heart, Mr. Jones and solitary confinement. Bye, baby. I've never made sense of anything I write. Maybe that's the way I like it. The sky is falling...and....I think you're content with that. It's not your fault. It's mine. What will be will be and so it goes. I can no longer explain. I felt something I haven't felt in God knows how long. Heh. Is it strategy? I don't know. Trust issues have scarred me, so I tend to suspect everyone. Appreciate that. Tainted. I see what you mean. I love her. And now...my fate dangles above my head. I can't do this anymore. Something died. But I'm doing it for you. Maybe I'm doing it for H.E.R. I don't know. I'm just...here. Darkness. Remember these sentences? Remember what black and white felt like? None greater. I should have wrote this sooner. I've become a void. The Dark Knight. How fitting.

How's What?

Love. This is love. You helped me to discover me. I'm not going to edit this. This may not make sense. Great love doesn't need to. Somewhere in all this commotion, I forgot how to create. Maybe I forgot the way your elbows touch your thighs when you curl onto my lap. Maybe I forgot the way you wear those pearls. Or the way your shoulder blade hugs my thumb while I hold you. You need me. It's not vain. I am you. Most lack the ability to grasp that concept. They've also never felt the vibrations of your footsteps on wood floors. And if they have...heh, they never appreciated it. Appreciate you, the way I appreciate us. Don't cry. There is no greater love. It will be alright. There's no need to edit this. We've pasted pieces of our past....cut details. We've become us. This is it. Droppin' 2 albums without fear of failure. 2 sheep. This is Shrimply Divine nail polish. My shelter from real life. Where I can live under your nails and let go of myself. You wear my sweats so well...you wear my sweat so well. You wear...me...so well.I imagine you...heh, us...amalgamated in our own surreal dream. Each strand of your hair preparing for the civil war created by Sundays. You won't understand. And I'm content with that. These are my triggers once I've lost everything. Do you love me? (nod) "do you know?"
I do.

How much can one learn from love? We're poetry in motion. They don't appreciate it. They never have. That's why we laugh. Do you see me in the stars. I'm a lunatic with conviction.
R U still down?
This is love resurrected. A volcano reinhabited. This is real.
Yikes.

Makin' Bread Rise

Mellow dramatic. Act it. Let's compact and act on pacts we promise we'll keep. Play for keeps? It's cool, we never had to. You were never mine. I was never yours. We only passed time. I'm past time. Double entendres and metaphors keep me warm at night. See, it's sort of like...lime green jolly ranchers and golden crisps. I'm golden...crisp. Sift through your stories. I know they're not all bad. ALL CAPS. You love it. Don't lie. I only did sometimes. You lie around too. Let's not be judgemental. I'm mental. Suspend you in narcotic memories. There's no better me. Believe me, they've looked. You've looked. Get over it, I'm all for it. More tip...more head, shit...you can only go up. Or down. Ha. 2+2=4. You never grasped the concept of simple math. Simple raps. That's all you ever respected. Selective hearing, hence the oblivious bearings. Bare with me. I'm nasty nice. Nasty right. Lastly...

I'm still me.
still #winning

Do Not Read

I've been out of control. Haven't paused.
#pause #nohomo
Ha. Any who...I haven't stuck to structure. As the days pass I realize that I'm beginning to swim with the fish. Things aren't the way they should be. I've really nothing to say. I'm back to the books and I'm back to the drawing board. Laziness may have taken its toll. Fuck. I dunno. That's the problem. Might disappear for a while. Might not. It's about that time. Suck it slow.

Piss The World Off

How real is that? The feel of it all....is quite tempting. Tempting, as in I just may. Ha. I'm told I think too much. I do. I used to be free flowing because I lived in Neverland. Now, I only visit on the weekends. My fault? Probably. But, can you blame me? Maybe it's the reason I feel I must always remind myself that these blogs are for me....and only for me. It's a fish eye view of what still goes on up here. So, dissect it as you must. At the end of the day, I know what I meant. My good friend purchased me a Christmas present this year. The gift of giving is a beautiful thing...but you can't front...receiving is awesome. Maybe it's because I haven't received any gifts that truly touched my soul as this one did, in a very long while....but...I'm thankful for the people I surround myself with. I'm constantly trying to convince myself that I do this for me, but honestly...at the end of the day, it's for my people. Being selfish is a bit overrated. Tell the philosopher and the economist and they'll tell you otherwise. But that's cool....we've become a body who rages against the machine. Word to Zack De La Rocha. This isn't supposed to make sense. (See, there I go again) I'm gonna take it and run with it. New Year signifies a fresh start. It's time to hit hard. Pussy is power....and you boys better remember that. Don't be so literal either. It will be the death of you. Laziness and sickness has taken its toll. I'm still researching but I think I'm getting closer to a solution. Her hips kill me. Her thighs take me....and her...heh, yeah....sacrifices me. We know what it is. Brush your teeth, children.

Out.
P-R-E

Swan Song

I've nothing to write about. Begin contradiction: Lose yourself. The words have never been more true. I've invited beautiful people into my life. I've sifted out the debris. I love you. For everything. 13. The design only evolves. I'm getting back on track. I'll touch her hand one day. Broken thoughts are for me. A reminder as to what I'm supposed to be doing. What I've come to do. Never wager with me. Especially when it comes to H.E.R. I've cleansed my habitat. Soon, I will create. And I dedicate it all to those of you who envy....those consumed with jealousy, hate...and most importantly, the dream killers. Fuck your numbers. Fuck your connect. Fuck your inconsideration. I'm not negative...just human. To Plex: everyday you convince me that gravity isn't real. The realist negates....the dreamer accepts. Thank you. For everything.
I don't read over these.
Natural.
Lose yourself.
Even if it kills you.
Sing your swan song.

-P

Common Advice

Write about what you know. Anything else is useless. Study your art. If not, you'll be bland. Don't be cookie cutter. You know this. Don't listen to me. Search for the ideal. Create the idea. Create. Bask. Love. Enjoy. Defy.

I don't need labels for this post. Fuck you, blogger.

It don't take a whole day to recognize sunshine.

Romance Novel

NuRomantic project's almost done. Week 1. Live performance at Starbucks Uptown. Lend me your ears. Ms. Fat Booty, she was like, "Yo, I'm leavin' now". Ha, I can't use rhymes on here anymore....they end up going to waste. So, spew. Pure spewage. Still looking for some warmth between the sheets. We'll see. Uh oh. Contradicted. Eh, art right? Art show tonight! Oh no! Again again! I'm spent.

Heh...

BOOM!

Do It Again...

Still crazy talk. Take it in. Enjoy the little shit. Pretty soon, there will be nothing left to enjoy. I sound like a crazy. So...I gotta keep it player. And sometimes...that is a task. But, I maintain. I surround myself with beautiful people to fight my demons. She's right. I do have a habit of quoting myself. No progress yet. I promise. Something by this weekend. I have the time to make it work. Evolving Ignorance....always. I just ate some bomb ass macaroni. I just realized I need to change my name. Once something is evolved it is finished. I'm not finished. Again, this is mine. So. Fuck it.

Go green.

Don't Believe The Hype

It's amazing what a few words can do. The pen IS mightier than the sword [My Lord]. To be totally honest, I can't be totally honest. Honestly :)
I think the universe heard me. Decided to give me a taste of lust. Now I'm starved and wondering what the next move is. Nevermind, I know. Ha. This blog is my state of mind. So. No pardon needed. Eat it.
Black and white photographs.
Wudup, Soul Sistas. Lust is in the air. I can cut oxygen with my tongue.
Try me.
Bite me.
Sweets are delicious. Dimples Cupcakes have inspired me to be fuckin' ATOMIC. So, Hey!....ha.
I wish your perspective of me looked like a Renoir painting. Smeared only after I break your heart. There's still beauty.
Every day....work becomes more and more dull. So. I lose myself in instrumentals and m-boxes. Box up, chump.

Dude's loco.

Oh so.

A Stroke of Genius

So. I need to write. As of right now, the new body of music will be called: Lonely Season. Javier Loredo will be doing the art. This is the picture I have in my head. I'm in search of a muse. A woman to lie in bed and count freckles with. I've decided to let go. So. If the music is overly emotional. So be it. Women. Always there. Excuse the short sentences. Vague, I know. But, this is meant for venting, is it not? My job is to leave enough work behind to be remembered by. Lie with me...you'll acquire immortality. I promise. Deadly sins. I'm cool with it if you are. I want to make love to an artist while a symphony plays to our movement. Movement...singular. We'll move as one.

This should suffice today. Good and Evil are always at war. I'll fuck Ayn Rand 'till she loves me. I'm a dreamer. Accept it. Ideal death scenario? Lungs filled with ink. So that you can breath me....permanently.

love.

1-2

Given the circumstances, I'm a victim of bad circumstance
Never diluted. Purely recluse.
Allow me this time....to....exclude...but induce
Abuse logic you may have so selfishly abandoned.
Single handed...no thinking. Drinking from waters polluted with bad ideas.
I'm a bad idea questioning the right methods. Never expected but always selective.

I have things to do. People to see. Excuse me.

I'm a victim of bad circumstance.

Fly Gal

Evolution of music, at last
Lightning, thunder...our souls clash
Soul searching through depression has truly become an obsession.
Obsessed with women who are obsessive.
Granted, I'm magic at first sight. Scuffles always end in fights. Right?
Wrong. I long for happy days and happy nights. 5 minute drives aren't what they used to be. Got too used to we. Usually, I'm used to these. Mishaps at midnight.
Midflight, I'm a fly by. A fly guy with a fly gal. Tuck tail, guess I ended up like pops. I gotta stop. I love too many. Who, any. Count every penny, cause too much change will make you feel this way. Feel my way. I'm still here today.
I could write for days. No guarantees it will all be potent, but accept my purity as I dose you. No one knows you, you only know what I told you. Soak you....in tears of old flames, old games we used to play when I was still sane. Drained by those you've tamed. Come rain. Wash away the stains of past lives and sad eyes. Sad lies that tend to reprise when my disguise runs dry. A boy to a man, no lent hands. Always sinking deeper and deeper. White sands. I love it. No composition. A transition from spittin'. I'm siftin' and sequencing. This me sentencing my sentences. Life, no parole. No where to go. Just let it flow. Optimos lines with pure cocaine, dead brain....rather, brain dead. Under fed, star lit diet of dreams and expectations. That's right, fore play relations. Four play temptations. 2 factors define the equation of inflation and greatness.
Memories are nice.
A grain of rice is our only device.
Suffice.
Add spice and deduct lives.

Be that easy.

No teasing.

I'm....grieving

you and I.

Seems Like

Bitching

With power, comes the need to protect yourself from any weaknesses you may have. Ultimately, you become dull....lose yourself...lose your personality. You are merely...normal. You second guess expression and wonder what others will think. In essence, you are exiled from Neverland. And by you I mean me....
I don't enjoy writing...
I don't relax...
I worry
I stress the next day.

We keep chasin' dollars...and honestly....I don't know.
My girl...stresses me out. And I think it's more myself...because my imagination gets the best of me.
My son usually clears my head....but I even find myself worrying about every little thing he does.
I can't relax.

I'm not a kid anymore and I hate it.

I hope you're on it

Forgot how to write these things..."I ain't a blogger"....

guess you checked the blogspot. Nas' Illmatic on deck. One Love.

I don't do so well at writing complete sentences. Forgot how to do that a long time ago. Party tonight....studio 1st...then who knows?

Relax my dome, left my phone at home, i'm home alone...the lone drone, foam gut is what the fucks up. chin up, sit up, i'm workin' out the outlet. this is out quick...a rod with madonna, somethin' u don't wanna...see...see me...see we...be...this...that dank shit...rise up above, shorty wop....too hot....above 88...that's too far back...react, ya shit's wack....no splack...avelli, remember ol' girl? really? ha


i need 2 go read. fair was dope. vodka and lemonade....all day. jason castro punched an innocent bystander. no lie.

one.

IMpressiONs

Writing is a form a rhyme that dictates your mind into well orchestrated genocide.

This is love, you and I.

Tired of, but wired to, the music in which I inspire to...base my blue print...this is blueness in a green masterpiece. Dad's deceased...out of his well being and victim of the all seeing.

Good gawd. This is some frustrating shit. Might cut off an ear. Maybe it will inspire me.

I'm Van Gone.

Don't Recreate

Hello, hello

I tend to not give my full attention to these things anymore. A bit of a fault on my side. Guess I feel other things are more important. Huge vice of mine. That was redundant. Anyways, got a letter from my bro today. Says he wants to build a studio. Lookin' for a group of artists. If any cats are interested, get at me and let me know somethin'. Waitin' on some Taco Cabana. Chicken quesadilla is where it's at. Quiet night at home. Might get some writing done.

Here's a nice vid to watch. 50 grand?!!? wtf. I thought my shit was bad.

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Ladidadi

I guess it's best that I start to write a few things in here. Album drops tomorrow. Actually tonight...at midnight...when the freaks come out. I'm excited. Will be working on new project soon. Stoked about that. I get to work w/ Perplex who is def one of my fav producers. Kids got skills...and he's a very good reason why Almost There will be out. Thank you, sir.Album covers will be in tomorrow morning. My son's waiting for me at home. Gotta busy day tomorrow. Found this cool piece. Check it out.Oh...and cop the new 2pac/Snoop track that never got released until now. No worries, it isn't beaten Pac music that's been rehashed for money purposes. It's heart. Mos def. Enjoy. I'll write soon.
Until next time,Yessir

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