Saturday, December 10, 2011

The stand (age 18)

Strange, furious, cautious, honest
Im plain as the opportunity that comes knocking...on us
Days are but a lust, laughing in a craze
Am I blamed for my ways, living in dust?
Cuz im stuck.....Fuck!
Such words mercenary set to bust, plans to erupt
Yearn, stories legendary must be heard
Worries from a blurred, man disturbed ... easily,
so don't be near to me
What is it worth? Deteriorated earth, world from a mind
a mind about to burst
Seeking for my lost soul, glance, look to strangers of the dark
eyes of the cold, mind unknown, lurking scenes they call home
Scent of a reptile, curious like a child, seen desperate,
yet under the moon fluorescent.
Left alone they turn to stone, were have their souls left?
I ask the heavens, what’s next?
"There with us ... waiting"
Time is escalating, no hesitating... anticipating
So be strong, I hold on, shake the world with this song
At a young age my soul to the lord was already pawned
So I be raw, for I don't comply with law,
outcast till heaven gives me a call
Stand bold, tall, doing my devilish deeds
I don't care that’s why im free
Adding another episode to my story,
live and die to receive glory
Become legendary in children’s story

Saturday, December 3, 2011

Young & REbellious {{AGE 20}}

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Where are we going? What are we really knowing?
Is it showing?
When everyday can and will go wrong
Too many people singing sad songs….
Mother's at work feeding babies that aren’t raised in church
Father’s escaping the pain into liquor rain
Like medication of cool relaxation
No sense of finding the truth
Lord save the blundered youth, who don’t know No truth
Only what is seen, but told not to do
" Do as I say, not as I portray"
Sad at a young age roamed stray, preyed,
Played and escaped my communities violence
Hid my expressions in silence
And fought back in my pen an paper
and went back "good" like a crossfader
At night analyze
To write another thought into the blank page
Letting all feelings explode like a grenade
There I felt safe

Thursday, March 10, 2011

RAY CHARLES PAINTING (the process)


















It still unfinished , working on the face and background

Friday, January 28, 2011

Written @ a time of uncertain w no one to trust but my daughter.

I dont believe in love anymore for a queen to be with me. 

 I only live and have love for my seed, I praise her as the most precious being.
She's my little queen, and daddy's her king,
no one can come in and change that.
though I know later in age she will be released to experience life,
and possibly be someones wife. 
Till then and after I will be her Rock, Daddy will never let her down.
grab her hand and walk her on the ocean shore,
and let her know everything will be alright,
passed every dark night will be morning to sunlight.
An it shines for her to reach, it shines for me to teach,
and enjoy the simple things like crackling sounds of leaves through the breeze.
Women have only brought pain and headache,
sex is temporary pleasure, after it, I only receive bad tempers, why didn't I know better? 
Maybe I choose insecure members?
I've dated many types, none are alike yet im never happy.
when u think U found one, U need to test it, otherwise, years later you'll regret it,
I love the female specimen but the female gives hell, can send u to jail.
Use all your money and yet not consider themselves  "greedy"
but what they receive they "deserve." 
U deserve to get your ass kicked, poured gasoline and lit, spit, fake as counterfeit,
Bitch your tongue should fall off because u never really tell the truth, you embellish it.
Save that sh*t,
U make a victim for people to feel sorry for,
and cry when your man walks out the door..
because he couldn't stand U anymore, 
Beware to those misled,
just because she gave u head and gave U a sandwich in bed, don't believe it, because you'll be disappointed when love is not what you receive it.... Silly you were deceived. 
I'll live , I'll live single...an happy
Till I'm dead, they won't catch me
And I say this laughingly
Because sometimes it's a part of life that some men have to see...

Dedicated to those that see with closed eyes...
****Realize 


Sunday, December 26, 2010

Beauty is but a painted hell

A poem by one of my most favorite poets .

Beauty Is But A Painted Hell
by Thomas Campion

Beauty is but a painted hell :
        Aye me, aye me,
Shee wounds them that admire it,
Shee kils them that desire it.
        Giue her pride but fuell,
        No fire is more cruell.

Pittie from eu'ry heart is fled :
        Aye me, aye me,
Since false desire could borrow
Teares of dissembled sorrow,
        Constant vowes turn truthlesse,
        Loue cruele, Beauty ruthlesse.

Sorrow can laugh, and Fury sing :
        Aye me, aye me,
My rauing griefes discouer
I liu'd too true a louer :
        The first step to madnesse
        Is the excesse of sadnesse.

(year:1620, poem, song)

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Freestyle 7/18/2008 (((THaProductz)))

Flowing off tha head from Dr.Dre Beat "forgot about Dre"


Wednesday, December 15, 2010

" it's only skin deep"

Is Beauty like the saying that "it's only skin deep"? 
I dont believe because, The more prettier the more they can deceive
Fake beauty always flaunted in music and tv..
...See the beauty with eyes closed
Or fail and be victim to consequence, 
be  in court like I overheard one guy say
" all this for a couple minutes of loving"
"now I owe $43,000 dollars  and something " 
Damn!  I would rather be hugging than this kind of fucking
To me Beauty is the saying "  making something out of nothing"
"making it," after many barriers confronting
Or maybe just one thing,  
As I look to the beauty of my child, that makes me smile 
Her nurtured intelligence, eyes of innocence 
God sent, that I love more than it be said 
My children, young and spirited,
With smiles so simple 
Yet the most beautiful
That can teach this vain world 
Or model, who's really just an anorexic girl 
Hurting a lot , turning to cocaine when it started with pot & found overdosed in the parking lot
At young thought without my Head
I was married once, so I guess you can say I was tricked by the serpent
Lazy, she did things only out of convenience, good riddance
But hey .. I wish u the best. "LEARN and never regret" 
24 hours in a day, damn I wish there was more, Im behind in debt
But Not in currency, but consistency of creativity
Attempt to live, live to it's truest form of quality, 
while getting my masters degree, 
But does that make you Master to my own destiny? 
Writing, just writing is calm and soothing to me....
Because it let's my mind breath
So what is beauty ? 
To that, one needs to take a closer scrutiny.