feathers fall into the grass
bird flys over naked trees
early spring blossoms
little girls push the fathers into black hair
some tape them onto construction paper
works of art
smiling red lips
words formed from breath stained with chardonnay
tattoos of birds in mid air with worms hanging from the beak
pulsate on shining wrist
a herring bone necklace and a gap toothed smile
a bunch of fast women together
talking of men and nature
giving libations to the house plants
holding two and four year olds by the hand
and ripping bread with another
smoke rises onto grainy clouds
not all of them eat meat
yet they all eat.
red and yellow smeared napkins
everything is recyclable
just like the dresses, kindnesses, laughters.
all are welcome
this is everyone's backyard today
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Saturday, March 12, 2011
46 days No Hip Hop
I'm not particularly Catholic, but I am particularly a non-denominational Christian and I must say that I'm not particularly "good" at being a Christian either but "His grace is sufficient". Nevertheless, I will be participating in Lent this season which is from March 9th to April 23 this year. If you're not sure what that is you should google.com it, but the basic idea is that you fast in some way for about 40 days. Two days ago my Twitter timeline was filled with "Im Giving Up" announcements... some said they were going to give up desserts or cheeseburgers or TV even.
So I thought about what was important to me and decided that the only thing that I could really sacrifice at this point in my life and be totally honest about was Hip-Hop.
So, yes for the next 46 days I will have to thirsty ears will be quenched by Ray Charles, Killers, and MGMT.
I'll update as much, but I can tell you already it's been REAL. I didn't know that I was addicted to that bass and that KNOCK. However I gotta stand firm because He did it for me.
3/12/2011:
So this is my first check-in since I decided to give up Hip-Hop for Lent...I must say things haven't been as gruesome as I had imagined yet I did find myself reciting "Knuck if you Buck" Some More" while I was in the shower earlier. I think I'll be ok but only time will tell...
3/16/2011
Ok on the real real...I dont even really think I can do this. I'm just recouping from a bout with strep throat and I lightweight think that this was withdrawal symptom..ok maybe im being dramatic but I can tell you this has been harder than being celibate...and yes I would know.
3/24/2011
Well this aint so bad after all. Even thought there is a special place in my heart for all things Hip-Hop, I can enjoy anything from any genre just as long as it's good. Lately Ive been able to pay way more attention to the fellow brickhouse Karen O of the Yeah Yeah Yeah, one of my favorite bands. Karen O is a beast and I want to marry her, seriously. Also I've been consuming lots of The Police and Prince.
Yet I must confess while I was out celebrating with my homegirl because she graduated from Everest I was in the presence of a DJ who played nothing but krunk music, which some people argue "aint even really hip- hop" but there you have it. I've confessed and repented...let's keep it moving (cues Purple Rain)
So I thought about what was important to me and decided that the only thing that I could really sacrifice at this point in my life and be totally honest about was Hip-Hop.
So, yes for the next 46 days I will have to thirsty ears will be quenched by Ray Charles, Killers, and MGMT.
I'll update as much, but I can tell you already it's been REAL. I didn't know that I was addicted to that bass and that KNOCK. However I gotta stand firm because He did it for me.
3/12/2011:
So this is my first check-in since I decided to give up Hip-Hop for Lent...I must say things haven't been as gruesome as I had imagined yet I did find myself reciting "Knuck if you Buck" Some More" while I was in the shower earlier. I think I'll be ok but only time will tell...
3/16/2011
Ok on the real real...I dont even really think I can do this. I'm just recouping from a bout with strep throat and I lightweight think that this was withdrawal symptom..ok maybe im being dramatic but I can tell you this has been harder than being celibate...and yes I would know.
3/24/2011
Well this aint so bad after all. Even thought there is a special place in my heart for all things Hip-Hop, I can enjoy anything from any genre just as long as it's good. Lately Ive been able to pay way more attention to the fellow brickhouse Karen O of the Yeah Yeah Yeah, one of my favorite bands. Karen O is a beast and I want to marry her, seriously. Also I've been consuming lots of The Police and Prince.
Yet I must confess while I was out celebrating with my homegirl because she graduated from Everest I was in the presence of a DJ who played nothing but krunk music, which some people argue "aint even really hip- hop" but there you have it. I've confessed and repented...let's keep it moving (cues Purple Rain)
Monday, March 7, 2011
poem from your homegirl
loved you since I was eighteen
hot sticky eighteen
when i was forced ripe
growing still in green
body budding and shaping womanly
loved you since those summers i/eye remember vividly
back then we never held hands
eyes stayed on the movie screen
shared new music
until that time we kissed
then years later i sing....
I played harlot
I played spare
I played cool like the feeling wasn't there
I have to sing that song....
like I didn't have clue what a decent girl was
like I didn't want children and a home
like I didnt want a real live " us"
We now are too/two good friends
too/two wrapped up in sheets to pretend
it's like we can't make anything other than our bodies work
now mid twenties and the feeling is too big
now I'm too mature to want to be "more than friends"
now I'm too messed up for you to take me.... seriously
when we sleep together why can't you hold me past the moans?
past the sweat and the fast pulse?
because I've loved you since I was eighteen
I should have just told you before but,
I had to have those boyfriends and travel and go to parties and eat great food with terrible people
and perform on stages and hike through deserts and forget that you even existed
just so you could come back into my view again
I see the man that you are now
changed and twisted into fiction
you weren't like this before...
until that time we kissed
sometimes you're dead-ass wrong to me
sometimes you forget to be a friend to me
because you don't realize that we've been friends for just that long
but you've known me since I was green now I'm more than ripe
more than smiles and late nights
A woman who has carried her heart outside her body for you
I am a woman who desires our truth
So,
I will put my vanity aside to admit,
I'm not that young anymore
I'm much too old now to be just your "homegirl"
hot sticky eighteen
when i was forced ripe
growing still in green
body budding and shaping womanly
loved you since those summers i/eye remember vividly
back then we never held hands
eyes stayed on the movie screen
shared new music
until that time we kissed
then years later i sing....
I played harlot
I played spare
I played cool like the feeling wasn't there
I have to sing that song....
like I didn't have clue what a decent girl was
like I didn't want children and a home
like I didnt want a real live " us"
We now are too/two good friends
too/two wrapped up in sheets to pretend
it's like we can't make anything other than our bodies work
now mid twenties and the feeling is too big
now I'm too mature to want to be "more than friends"
now I'm too messed up for you to take me.... seriously
when we sleep together why can't you hold me past the moans?
past the sweat and the fast pulse?
because I've loved you since I was eighteen
I should have just told you before but,
I had to have those boyfriends and travel and go to parties and eat great food with terrible people
and perform on stages and hike through deserts and forget that you even existed
just so you could come back into my view again
I see the man that you are now
changed and twisted into fiction
you weren't like this before...
until that time we kissed
sometimes you're dead-ass wrong to me
sometimes you forget to be a friend to me
because you don't realize that we've been friends for just that long
but you've known me since I was green now I'm more than ripe
more than smiles and late nights
A woman who has carried her heart outside her body for you
I am a woman who desires our truth
So,
I will put my vanity aside to admit,
I'm not that young anymore
I'm much too old now to be just your "homegirl"
Friday, March 4, 2011
Fatty Vid: A$$ on the Floor/ Dirty Money feat. Swizz Beats
source
Its finally Friday and I predict that by 12 midnight most of you will be at your designated spot getting "Brazilian Carnival wasted", and you'd be so lucky if your DJ played this joint right here. Happy Friday!
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
It's Alot of Things: Thirst from all directions
YOUR FACE IS ANNOYING!!!
I am beyond shamed to say I actually watched this video in it's entirety but I digress....
I have so much to say about this right here.It is far from my character to criticize and bad mouth other women but this ish right here deserves some strong words.
Jump in to watch the video
I am beyond shamed to say I actually watched this video in it's entirety but I digress....
I have so much to say about this right here.It is far from my character to criticize and bad mouth other women but this ish right here deserves some strong words.
Jump in to watch the video
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