Media Genocide

Gunshots fly,
And...as we run and dodge from the disparity as we face reality of this hood tragedy...
She gets hit
And she drops to the ground, just like the credibility of the hood
People see things in music videos and think that to like that they should
So...whos to blame....blame the industry

Yea, the music that we listen to,
contains simple, yet complex messages
that becomes etched in our heads subliminally at youth
and when we go to bed, that is all that we think about

So this "industry", this multi billion dollar industry,
contains so much clout and credibility that we begin to test its abilities
First by degrading women into shallow transgressions, thinking every encounter is a sex session,
all because they see a woman being trashed by a rapper because that his "role model"
So now, chivalry is dead because being an asshole is the new "gentleman"
....But I digress

So now, this young woman, honor student, sister, daughter, and aunt
is now on the pavement writhing in pain with a bullet in her lung
all because a bunch of people argued over something pointless
And they pointed this gun amongst one another
It seems as we try to bring each other up,
But a few lead the crowd in bringing down others
So who's to blame....blame the industry

This industry, captures artists with a dream, and
molds it into their own beliefs because underneath all they care about....is the almighty dollar
So women, cars, and guns become the trending topic
While positivity becomes microscopic....because its not cool
As artists play as puppets to the masters game while they
think that they are closer to fame
But as our youth fight, shoot each other and are maimed
We are the ones to blame....but we dont notice it...
Because the money and the music is good.

The industry doesnt care about your talent,
but about who an play the game,
whos dying to get in, just to find out that they dont fit in
and those with a strong mind are the ones with the fame.
Selling their souls in order to survive
But they dont give a damn about you
But in all reality, they wont make a DIME without you

Blame the industry, for using artists as a pawn to program people as a tool to spread hate
using the universal language that is music
And we are so naive to following the beat and not the lyrics that we are unable to see through it.
So we follow and acknowledge it religiously, causing it to be a way of life as if we are born to do it.
So we dress like this and talk like that , as a facade of what the artists reflect
However we dont realize that what we do creates a small microcosm that gets stronger than what we expect

So yea...blame the industry
Because they are the ones who are at the forefront of this puppet show
And the sad reality is that you feel as if you wont start making a stand and actually caring,
until the person that is lying in the street...is someone that you know.

Round 2

So months turn to years, and the attraction I have for you has grown stronger, to the point where it starts to become lust no longer,

So now I want to love you, not only as a partner but as a couple in too deep

And as the feeling of lust evaporates the wonderment if love begins to seep

I want to love you in a special way like glass, strong but crystal clear.

As I hold you near I whisper in your ear things that would alleviate our worst fears.
I want to make love to your every intricacy by first squeezing and sucking your breasts to quench my thirst.
Then gently at first blowing love through your lips and making love to your lungs,

As I grab your hips and start to use my tongue

My heart squeezes yours and mines together until your mind blows,
And you can't think.

I want to bite your neck, sending a sexual sensation through your nervous impulses and into your heart,
Pumping love in and out through your veins until it reaches your feet,
And your toes curl.

I want to stroke you gently and softly to caress not only your being,
But to feel the warmth of your flesh.
Your body next to mine, holding and embracing with the connection of a lock and key of life and love so you can't let go or go to the next one.

Let me love you hard so I can drill through your hurts and your pains,

Paving and laying bricks to guard your heart from your trials and tribulations.

Building a dam so that when your flesh feels weak your spirit won't break from the wear and tear of the enigma that is called life

Let me love you over and over again as though it were a climactic story that never ends.

If you were my book the letters of your words would be carved in my heart as though it were a novel felt, but never read.

This is the way to love, you have to love easy but feel hard.

You have to pay the price of sacrifice in order to grow a love, which is deeply fulfilling.

Showing respect to every fiber of her being

That is the best way to love and to make love by not just having sex, but to connect.

Lust vs. Love

Although in the same house each shall have a room, as they are distinct
Love is blind, while lust has eyes wide open so that we can play its games
As love is unpredictable as a new day, lust is the night at the bar with insane thoughts of "new beginnings" while the end point remains the same

As love speaks the truth, lust can just lay silent mystified others
Love need not be beautiful but lust makes it a prerequisite
Love may abstain, but lust cannot
By its nature it thrives in banquet
While love satifys you so much that you yearn for more, lust is the craving for salt of a man who is dying of thirst, it makes it worse
Because while the desire of love is to give, the desire of lust is to get.

Love is pure but lust wrestles for what it desires
Love is a process and lust just happens to transpire
Love is looking past the fallacies and impurities because you know that they complete you
Lust is hiding behind a false transparency so that you can please someone, while at the same time not loving yourself
Love is something divine that
falls from the heaven to earth
It expects nothing for it but
It renders everything to others including itself
Love never ends in lust but
it grows as affection and respect
Lust is in the mind. It expects to exploit others to satiate it's needs
Matured love becomes filled grace
lust may not be so, because of its limited time and space
Immature lust spoils the character and life when it develops as aggressive
Love never feeds the violence but
Lust grows and replenishes urging to stay
True love never dies for it is lust that goes astray.
Love bonds for a lifetime but lust always pushes away.
Love requires work, while lust desires play
And while love predicts the future, lust can only predict today

So you say, "I let guys get close, then push them away"....does that mean you're falling in love, and scared of what could be...or engaged in lust, and worried about what won't be?

Random Thoughts

What am I looking for?....Hmm question...

I'm looking for a God fearing woman...so that growth is constant
..But in retrospect I'm looking for a girlfriend.

I'm looking for a partner. Someone I can share with, not someone I can play with, because I put my childish things away. Life's like that sometimes, I guess.

I'm looking for someone who I can talk to, and emote with. Someone whom I can be real and not sugarcoat with Someone I feel a connection with. Someone I feel an equality with but not possessing frivolity so....Thats what I'm looking for.

I want someone I can share my life with, such as it is, and someone who will share their life with me. Not life as in marriage but as in the aspects of today.
I want what my parents seem to have. They don't agree on some things, but agree on other things, but they can always talk about all things. Well, OK, that's a little more than what my parents have, but who's to say that I shouldn't want more than they've had?

I'm looking for someone who shares interests with me. Who will go to the grocery store and be a little bit silly occasionally. Who isn't afraid of a little bit of adventure while possessing a bit of docility?

I don't need much, I'm not really that kind of guy, but every once in a while, I just want to breathe. I like someone I can go to an action movie with, and afterward, talk about just how silly it was that the main character didn't die, or even the parts that would never happen. Someone I can go to a movie with, and, when the sappy parts come on, all I have to do is glance over, and know what they're thinking, and maybe get a kiss out of it.

Someone I can go for a walk with, but not feel pressured into it, just have it be a mutual part of the relationship. Someone I can share a good book with. Someone whom I can both share an intellectual conversation and turn into a vegetable in front of the TV with. I'm looking for someone who's not afraid of change, but relies on stability. Someone who has the ability to love and be loved, and willing to let that be the point of the relationship that possesses stability. Someone I can depend on, but someone who can depend on me at the same time.

I'm looking for someone I can be intimate with, someone I can be connected to. Someone who shares my ideals, who respects who I am, and is occasionally willing to laugh in bed.

I'm looking for someone special, someone mature enough to recognize my needs and express theirs, but free enough to explore virgin territory. I'm looking for someone who is sometimes a sap, sometimes a cynic, and sometimes a philosopher......hmm... I think I'm looking for too much.

Dedicated to my little Brother Anthony

Under grinded flakes of clouds
gathering echoes of children
who sprinkle laughter to ears
he sits
Quietly on hooves of steel
bond by flaps of leather
and Reeboks
Toes tight, tense to
the usual sights and sounds
of rigorous running
An invasion of intoxicating
excitement bellows beckoning
like balloons ready to burst
He awaits stout in
strapped stagnancy to
the leather plated backrest
for a push to join in the joyous
occasion of recess
Twines of his hair
tangle in the subliminal breeze
The hairless girl
cornered with him
weaves her cancered
fingers regrouping
his thick locks
Each takes the gift
of normalcy
to the future
for one day it will
be theirs
Hands gripped they
belong,
if only to each other
Within these tedious seasons
they wait for a cloudless sun
together in the magic of hope

Untitled

Another moon promised
as she dangles her foot
over my denim pants
letting her stiletto slip
casually from her heel

Stars foiled the sky
as we spoke verses and bridges of,
hymns of love
that refrained ever after
my words coiled
as if a mirage making magic

I flicked my cigarette
to the silver coated pavement
and it sizzled from the heat
here I vowed before the cosmic powers
that we would never be parted

The moon took us on a ride
as we floated on loves magic carpet
But again the stars in our eyes
were brighter than those in the sky

As always for us, the moon chipped away
to a sliver
the grey was here
the spiraled staircase collapsed
and I became the rain and snow
as her colored lashes
smeared the sheet
and the seams split from the pulling
The night's cruel words echoed like thunder
resounding in my ears
shading the moon in a halo of hashish delusion
as the ring punctuated the storm

I died that night to be born again
as the prism of light
around the moon finally passed
and the ice crystals departed
so as a new moon could come
pure and clean without storms

However just thinking about it brings back Invalid images, like wings on a fairy
flutter endlessly through the sky
The moon just a crevice in the gray
echoes your name and I respond
Saturated with wine
you float before my eyes
Tears form from the strain
for you are gone and I am alone

What task takes you to another place
the restlessness, the silence of me
Did I linger too long and become passive
I thought you would remain
through all the shapes of the moon

The liquor takes me back
and I try to rethink
Did I toil too much, and listen too little
or was I lost in the spell of life
Unable to give you the thing you wanted