I Put On For My City...Youtube Style...

A Few Birmingham Classics...

Red Light District - I Know



Red Light District - Dream Team



R.O.A. - Giggidybang



GQ - Facez



MY BROTHER!!!! and Nadia Tellis!

Letter to My Firstborn...

Dear Child,

I pray you never grow up to be like me. I mean...I want you to have all of my good qualities like...My love for words...my desire to be better...my willingness to learn and...my desire to bring people together. I want you to have all of those things. I want you to be a dreamer, a fighter, a lover, a revolutionary. I want you to pick up the pieces of my broken dreams and glue them together with your very existence. Take my hope and heal the wounds that life has inflicted upon me...and your mother...

Conceived in a constant state of quixotic carefree living...Birthed in a world of fear....Raised in a Universe of Love...

You have my eyes...the first time I saw you, is the first time I'd ever felt purpose in my life. Your smile gives me hope...for me...because Lord knows I'd given up. I became filled again...The coffin I called a body became a garden. Love was planted with the expectation that a future would grow...

I pray that you don't get my arms...too short to wrap around others to comfort them...I pray that you do get my shoulders though, broad enough to carry the weight of the world. We are Atlas. We do not shrug. We lift...burdens...pains...hopelessness...from others. Give them to us. Our love will conquer them all.

New Program

So I got this new program for my G1 called AndroBlogger. I'm gonna start blogging from it. if for no other reason than my life has been utterly lacking in inspiration. I heard a poet say once that they write even when they don't feel like it because its the only way they can get better. Well, I want to be the best I can be and I feel like I can still get better. So, whether it be a burst of lyricism or a page of prose...I'm gonna be punching this keypad. Ya dig?

See Words...(A Poem for Inspiring a Twin...)

So, lately...I've been feeling a lot less "inspired" to write...I guess being a soldier will do that to you. Sadly enough I haven't even gotten to the "REAL' Army yet. *smirk* So...whenever I hear a poetic word...A rhyme I like, or have a thought provoking convo (which are few and far between these days...) I have to write SOMETHING so that I don't completely lose that which God gave me to make me human...

She asked me, "Have you ever in your life lost your love for writing?"
Ignoring the irony of the fact that the query was sent in a text, I began to examine my own past for evidence of cursing a heaven sent release...

I realized that without writing the rage of the beast within would have destroyed me, God may have begun to ignore me, and all those who love...would much rather deplore me. I ignored the...long explanation and chose to instead give a simple interpretation. I explained that I'd lost inspiration, but never the love. Hoping for more words to be sent from above to one day sustain me...claim me...as opposed to the words I had already used so constantly to maim me...label me...disable me...fables that I thought only HE could see, and still I tried to hide them. Wondering how I could have ignored the pen for so long and ignored the lines that confined my words to give me freedom.

Her gift was telling stories through images. Mine was to give images through stories. Kindred gifts. Separate ways. We parted so simply. Only to reside on the same page...

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I stand here...fully clothed and naked at the same time/ looking into your eyes and seeing past lives or maybe lovers past and wondering where I fit in? How did I end...up...here? Thinkingcontemplatingdebating

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I stand here...fully clothed and naked at the same time/ looking into your eyes and seeing past lives or maybe lovers past and wondering where I fit in? How did I end...up...here? Thinkingcontemplatingdebating. Wanting to be no other place in life. Ignoring all of the warning signs because this...simply feels right. Resigning myself to fate that I can no longer control. Heart busting out of a concrete mold...and softening. Trying to take off my anger and allow my emotions to go wandering. Dreaming of a day where my thoughts can simply roam free. Instead, I may let my arrogance get the best of me. My unwillingness to be a victim become the death of me. Painting pictures with words on a canvas of the mind that appears to be so callous, but its a falsity. I no longer know what I'm doing...I've allowed the most high to control my mind and I'm purging people one at a time because I'm unusually afraid of losing...you. You who makes me feel like the greatest thing in life and the smallest thing in the world. You who makes me contemplate life and not just another relationship with a girl. You who keeps me in check and checks on me from time to time. And you who don't understand the way that I've already decided to wrap myself up in you mind and make you mine. I...roam...freely. Through states of emotionality. Seeking the next battle that may finally make me a victor. Hoping that my life is not doomed to some sort of meaningless heartless disaster.

She told me she'd been hurt before...and I listened. I glanced behind her pupils and saw pain. I promised not to be the source of anymore...as long as she didn't accept my advances in vain.


-SE7EN