Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Lupe Fiasco - Building Minds Faster
[Lupe: Talking]
Uh huh, Friend of the People!!
Yeahh, I mean c'mon. What the FUCK do I gotta do?
This one for the fans here Jack.
[Lupe: Chorus]
I think I'm Malcom X, Martin Luther
Add a King, add a Junior
Some bible verses, couple sunnas
An AK-47 that's a revolution!! (nigga)
Think I'm Tupac, Bob Marley
Fela Kuti, Marcus Garvey
[Lupe: Verse 1]
Them the real ones, light a lighter for em
Letcha know, that I'm ridin' for em
Gon' gimme some, a lil more beat
Call yo friends around, then call the police!
Im ridin' wit my flow, it take up four seats
So I'm gon ghost ride, but with no sheets
One man by myself, even then I'm 4 deep
Like hotel swimming pools, that's 4 feet
These niggas like the rooms, so suite(sweet)
Priceline! so cheaaap
Im the cell phone, they some room keys
Im some shell toes, they some shoe strings
I turn em off, i take em out
Im reverand run, with the laces out
Adidas, so adios
All day i dream, like im comatose
Thats your ship sinking, and im so afloat
I'm T-Pain, I'm on a boat!!!
Not the slave one, decaprios either
Hear the waves come, they started in the bleachers
So I'm swag surfin', the pools getting deeper
You still sweet though, here come them room keepers
Ok ill be the strings, you be the shoes
But guess what [what?], now they Jimmy Chu's
I wear the pants, you in the pools
Yo shit meows, my shit AWOOOOOOOOO
I got a fifth flow, call me brother man
Africa the set, yea that's the motherland
For that BP, I shed 50 tears
In Nigeria that oil been spillin' for like 50 years!
Fifty years! Hell naww, hell yeahhh, tryina tell ya'll
At this rate, niggas gon lose!
Can't search for water, or grow your own food!
Tell me what's gon' happen, when them stores close
And ain't gon open up, no more
Yeah thats the realest shit
You gon' feel dat, hungers yo enemy
But you can't kill dat!
Nigga wake up, don't join the army
Kill your own peoples, but fear Illuminatis
and they ain't even real, or are they?
But you ain't even know, cuz you partay
too fuckin much, if you start to doubt
they already in yo mind, and comin' out yo mouth
Its not a trick, nigga, it's a trap
Survival of the fit, is what they aiming at
And niggas aint fit, fat as hell!
Fat in mind, body fat as well
Who use most the drugs? Americans!
Whats in Afghanistan? Heroin!
You think thats by mistake? They cant stop dat?
Don't think you safe though, because you not black
Greed is colorblind, so I'm colorblind
They gon' fuck with yours soon as they done with mine
They say i try to hard, verses overwhelm
I learned most of this, from niggas sittin' in jail
Where you think im from? I'm from the streets nigga!
Triple OGs told me to teach nigga!
And that aint made up, nope! Thats a fact
They say that gangsta shit, is the shit i rap
Look who i attract, look at my inner circle
Bunch of street niggas, and a couple Erkles
Look at my fanbase! Oh yess!
Fuck what Pro say! Look at this protest!
Where they do that at? Who they do that for?
Must mean I'm doin' bad, that things is movin' slow
We talkin' revolution on public radio!
Then catch me down in Houston, sittin on them 84's
Trae wassup, ABN, gotcha back nigga, sink or swim
Free Chilly Chill, shake off yo mastas
Pray to God; Build yo mind faster
[Lupe: Chorus]
I think I'm Malcom X, Martin Luther
Add a King, add a Junior
Couple bible verses, and some sooners
An AK-47 that's a revolution!! (nigga)
Think I'm Tupac, Bob Marley
Fela Kuti, Marcus Garvey
Them the real ones, light a lighter for em
If you ain't know, I'm ridin' for em
[Lupe: Talking]
FNF UP!!!
LASER!!!
Saturday, July 3, 2010
Spotlight!
The Homie Mareesa Valentine did a write-up about me on her blog Reesa speaks!!
Check it out!!
http://reesaspeaks.com/2010/07/01/a-poets-tweets-2/
Read, comment, etc.!!
Check out the rest of her blog, and follow her on Twitter(@QueenReesa and @ReesaSpeaks) if you arent already!!
Thanks!!
Check it out!!
http://reesaspeaks.com/2010/07/01/a-poets-tweets-2/
Read, comment, etc.!!
Check out the rest of her blog, and follow her on Twitter(@QueenReesa and @ReesaSpeaks) if you arent already!!
Thanks!!
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Thursday, May 13, 2010
"Message"
Actually…
SYNAPTUALLY…
My brain snaps on so many different levels an elevator could not compete.
A devastator could not defeat.
You see, the only way to the top of this tower is sheer willpower, dedication, determination, and the patience of eight men.
Intellects malnourished until their shapes thin,
but at this food for thought buffet
even lay-men can get a plate in.
We are PSYCHOLOGICALLY LYNCHED and forced to endure the stench of our own internalized racism,
FACE IT!
No longer will I hold my tongue or turn a blind eye as I watch my beautiful Black people be misled to believe that to be Black is anything less than that of Kings and Queens.
It seems to me the TV and Media have forgotten where we came from.
The land of kings where we REIGNED once
and ancestors sang songs of freedom,
What have WE done?
Stand on the block and shoot
contraband in socks and shoes,
Is that COOL?
Slingin the same product that got us locked up in this perpetual cycle of cops and robbers…
Feels like all they do is watch US.
And you can run but the clocks up,
Not time but life’s hourglass has just passed its last grain of sand. A quick trap in which they laugh when your ass gets caught… fool.
Maybe WE forgot too…
Because now we let the media and magazines disrespect our Black queens, telling them that to be attractive they have to get:
Perms and Weaves
Makeups and creams
Wake up and dream of a day you wash your face in the sink and say “I Am Beautiful”
It comes as no surprise, beauty blooms from inside
Confidence, ladies that’s where true beauty lies.
I remember, its been like this from the start
they told us to hate our own skin and pit light against dark
“Light skin and Wavy” vs. “The Tar-Babies”??
MAYBE we need to… PAUSE and contemplate the way we allow outsiders to create and provide us the perceptions of our own race.
How many Black men do YOU know sharing a jail space?
The new slave ship, they’ll have you believing its fail safe, only because they don’t want to give our sails space.
Once we catch the wind we can travel and go to heights unfathomed by the likes of those oppressive types.
FREEDOM!!
Fight for our rights…
…error, message not received, please return to sender….
…a fracture of our dreams, NOW do you remember?
Peace.
SYNAPTUALLY…
My brain snaps on so many different levels an elevator could not compete.
A devastator could not defeat.
You see, the only way to the top of this tower is sheer willpower, dedication, determination, and the patience of eight men.
Intellects malnourished until their shapes thin,
but at this food for thought buffet
even lay-men can get a plate in.
We are PSYCHOLOGICALLY LYNCHED and forced to endure the stench of our own internalized racism,
FACE IT!
No longer will I hold my tongue or turn a blind eye as I watch my beautiful Black people be misled to believe that to be Black is anything less than that of Kings and Queens.
It seems to me the TV and Media have forgotten where we came from.
The land of kings where we REIGNED once
and ancestors sang songs of freedom,
What have WE done?
Stand on the block and shoot
contraband in socks and shoes,
Is that COOL?
Slingin the same product that got us locked up in this perpetual cycle of cops and robbers…
Feels like all they do is watch US.
And you can run but the clocks up,
Not time but life’s hourglass has just passed its last grain of sand. A quick trap in which they laugh when your ass gets caught… fool.
Maybe WE forgot too…
Because now we let the media and magazines disrespect our Black queens, telling them that to be attractive they have to get:
Perms and Weaves
Makeups and creams
Wake up and dream of a day you wash your face in the sink and say “I Am Beautiful”
It comes as no surprise, beauty blooms from inside
Confidence, ladies that’s where true beauty lies.
I remember, its been like this from the start
they told us to hate our own skin and pit light against dark
“Light skin and Wavy” vs. “The Tar-Babies”??
MAYBE we need to… PAUSE and contemplate the way we allow outsiders to create and provide us the perceptions of our own race.
How many Black men do YOU know sharing a jail space?
The new slave ship, they’ll have you believing its fail safe, only because they don’t want to give our sails space.
Once we catch the wind we can travel and go to heights unfathomed by the likes of those oppressive types.
FREEDOM!!
Fight for our rights…
…error, message not received, please return to sender….
…a fracture of our dreams, NOW do you remember?
Peace.
Monday, May 3, 2010
FOLLOW ME!!
Man, I hope yall are watching the Twitter Page!!! Things are coming together in a BIG WAY!! Keep your eyes & ears open!! @APoetsTweets!!
Monday, April 26, 2010
“Anger 7”
(Damn, im finding all these old pieces i never did anything with. Not really performance pieces, just stuff i wrote to get it off my chest...)
Her frustrations amplified.
Head-on collisions where I’m
Hit on all sides in my mind.
Helpless conscience blind sides while
Hopeless hearts mend time. Re-Wind.
A scream is preferred
Where
This dream has deferred
Should he stop holding his breath?
Shouting is what he does best.
Sinking further, grasping chests.
Shameful how two hearts were left
Singing the blues until death.
Her frustrations amplified.
Head-on collisions where I’m
Hit on all sides in my mind.
Helpless conscience blind sides while
Hopeless hearts mend time. Re-Wind.
A scream is preferred
Where
This dream has deferred
Should he stop holding his breath?
Shouting is what he does best.
Sinking further, grasping chests.
Shameful how two hearts were left
Singing the blues until death.
Hearsay
So she told me:
"My pendulum swings slowly when you hold me.
I'd forgotten what love felt like, but you showed me.
You found me down, shattered on the ground, picked me up and consoled me,
And for this, I adore thee."
So I spit this:
"Baby, you got it twisted, these tables are shifted.
In this fulcrum it is MY soul that has been lifted.
Gifted with a daily subscription to listen to the rhythms and melodies of your heart.
I just try to play my part."
"My pendulum swings slowly when you hold me.
I'd forgotten what love felt like, but you showed me.
You found me down, shattered on the ground, picked me up and consoled me,
And for this, I adore thee."
So I spit this:
"Baby, you got it twisted, these tables are shifted.
In this fulcrum it is MY soul that has been lifted.
Gifted with a daily subscription to listen to the rhythms and melodies of your heart.
I just try to play my part."
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Fighters Remix- The Five One ft. Matthew Santos & Lupe Fiasco
Fighters Remix- The Five One ft. Matthew Santos & Lupe Fiasco
http://lupefiasco-lupend.blogspot.com/2009/03/lupe-fiasco-fighters-five-one-remix.html
[Chorus: Matthew Santos]
When the fighters are all around
All the lovers are underground
No one will save you anymore
So what's happening, what you rapping about?
Little boy. Is it cars?
Is it girls? Is it money?
The world?
[Verse 1: The Five One]
These are my brains, laying over instrumentals.
Day to you received, received as Immenseful
Hurt by your kingdoms, denied by your fathers.
No apparent future, so why would you bother?
Live beyond the eyes streams, sleep in the sunlight.
Live and hear what I dream working but unlike
The proudless. Creep for a cause.
Denying reality as any written law.
Persistence is my flaw. The essence of an arm,
Subtracted by the welfare and anyone involved.
Stretched and enlarged. Stress of these bars.
I live in a box that I create with my heart
I am not my mind. I am not this body.
I’m not absent-minded, I just happen to be tardy.
Live to be in heaven, already at the party.
Particle to atom. Atom to a cell.
Sperm to an egg. An egg to a shell.
Shell for the baby that’s destined for a jail.
Sperm to an egg. An egg as a shell.
Shell for the baby that’s destined for a jail.
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: The Five One]
(Maybe I can make this a little simpler)
Now don’t even try, you live you die.
Your stress brings no pain, your positions a lie.
You feel for oppression, and hide by your faith.
But cause no progression ‘cause still is your pace.
Words on your shirt, don’t make you harder.
Dead man on your chest won’t make you a martyr.
You search and you search for something to stand for.
Yell “VOTE”, but you don’t even know what they ran for.
Speak of conspiracies between your ears,
Won’t challenge the system that conditioned your fear.
Some gasp or snicker, or look at a nigga
Like he should start war but they missing the picture.
This aint a joke, it aint serious, wrong, or right.
This makes you delirious inebriates sight.
So if you really hearing this change your life…
Maybe then we can fight.
[Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco]
I hope that God forgive us, all of us sinners
Turn us back into beginners, put us up where the winners go
Holy apartments in the gardens in which the rivers flow
Thank you for all your blessings and all of your miracles
I thank all my fans and all my supporters
Shout out to Bishop G, congrats on your new baby daughter
I tip my hat to all my family and friends
Now we just got one more to go
L - U - P – END
[Chorus to fade]
http://lupefiasco-lupend.blogspot.com/2009/03/lupe-fiasco-fighters-five-one-remix.html
[Chorus: Matthew Santos]
When the fighters are all around
All the lovers are underground
No one will save you anymore
So what's happening, what you rapping about?
Little boy. Is it cars?
Is it girls? Is it money?
The world?
[Verse 1: The Five One]
These are my brains, laying over instrumentals.
Day to you received, received as Immenseful
Hurt by your kingdoms, denied by your fathers.
No apparent future, so why would you bother?
Live beyond the eyes streams, sleep in the sunlight.
Live and hear what I dream working but unlike
The proudless. Creep for a cause.
Denying reality as any written law.
Persistence is my flaw. The essence of an arm,
Subtracted by the welfare and anyone involved.
Stretched and enlarged. Stress of these bars.
I live in a box that I create with my heart
I am not my mind. I am not this body.
I’m not absent-minded, I just happen to be tardy.
Live to be in heaven, already at the party.
Particle to atom. Atom to a cell.
Sperm to an egg. An egg to a shell.
Shell for the baby that’s destined for a jail.
Sperm to an egg. An egg as a shell.
Shell for the baby that’s destined for a jail.
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: The Five One]
(Maybe I can make this a little simpler)
Now don’t even try, you live you die.
Your stress brings no pain, your positions a lie.
You feel for oppression, and hide by your faith.
But cause no progression ‘cause still is your pace.
Words on your shirt, don’t make you harder.
Dead man on your chest won’t make you a martyr.
You search and you search for something to stand for.
Yell “VOTE”, but you don’t even know what they ran for.
Speak of conspiracies between your ears,
Won’t challenge the system that conditioned your fear.
Some gasp or snicker, or look at a nigga
Like he should start war but they missing the picture.
This aint a joke, it aint serious, wrong, or right.
This makes you delirious inebriates sight.
So if you really hearing this change your life…
Maybe then we can fight.
[Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco]
I hope that God forgive us, all of us sinners
Turn us back into beginners, put us up where the winners go
Holy apartments in the gardens in which the rivers flow
Thank you for all your blessings and all of your miracles
I thank all my fans and all my supporters
Shout out to Bishop G, congrats on your new baby daughter
I tip my hat to all my family and friends
Now we just got one more to go
L - U - P – END
[Chorus to fade]
Monday, April 19, 2010
Blind Mary
Follow My breath baby, match speed. A fast feat to link our hearts to the last beat.
Rising rapidly, loving haphazardly has caused catastrophes we cant continue to create.
This state we’re entered into as of late has changed the images I see at a glance of our fate.
What was once eternity is now eternally burning the book of matches that sparked a fire of immeasurable desire.
You… take me higher.
To a place where negativity expires, hope floats and casually we escape reality. This… Has to be what they call living.
In this gift we’re been given we’re presented with a dual dichotomy.
Obviously we still have love for each other, so undercover we cant love another.
But… lately I start pacing, heart racing, feeling more violent than ever, I just wanna step outside and go wild on whoever, but I’m way better than that.
Mama raised me way more clever than that.
But under this cap of pride under which I hide, lies the spirit of 9 lions, so I take it all in stride.
Thundering why's, plundering byes, and comforting lies told to myself are the only things that help me get back to seeing eye to eye with my battered reflection.
Left guessin, my imagination runs like a thoroughbred straight out of the gates of hell, bent on trampling my mind body & soul with the pull of 10 locomotives.
I love her, and she knows it.
And even though she doesn’t always show it, when we gaze into each other’s eyes, it makes us see through fake disguises.
And there we sit.
Two kids, fighting over who took the last cookie from the cookie jar, instead of finding this peace we’ve been looking for.
Arm in arm, at arms with a swarm of negativity buzzing past our ears, its… no wonder that’s all we can hear.
In this cloudy uncertainty, i miss you.
And when its clear, it'll be crystal.
Till then, just whistle, and
I’ll be there when the wind blows.
peace
Rising rapidly, loving haphazardly has caused catastrophes we cant continue to create.
This state we’re entered into as of late has changed the images I see at a glance of our fate.
What was once eternity is now eternally burning the book of matches that sparked a fire of immeasurable desire.
You… take me higher.
To a place where negativity expires, hope floats and casually we escape reality. This… Has to be what they call living.
In this gift we’re been given we’re presented with a dual dichotomy.
Obviously we still have love for each other, so undercover we cant love another.
But… lately I start pacing, heart racing, feeling more violent than ever, I just wanna step outside and go wild on whoever, but I’m way better than that.
Mama raised me way more clever than that.
But under this cap of pride under which I hide, lies the spirit of 9 lions, so I take it all in stride.
Thundering why's, plundering byes, and comforting lies told to myself are the only things that help me get back to seeing eye to eye with my battered reflection.
Left guessin, my imagination runs like a thoroughbred straight out of the gates of hell, bent on trampling my mind body & soul with the pull of 10 locomotives.
I love her, and she knows it.
And even though she doesn’t always show it, when we gaze into each other’s eyes, it makes us see through fake disguises.
And there we sit.
Two kids, fighting over who took the last cookie from the cookie jar, instead of finding this peace we’ve been looking for.
Arm in arm, at arms with a swarm of negativity buzzing past our ears, its… no wonder that’s all we can hear.
In this cloudy uncertainty, i miss you.
And when its clear, it'll be crystal.
Till then, just whistle, and
I’ll be there when the wind blows.
peace
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Off Limits
"Off Limits"
She might be the only girl I could see walking away with my heart,
But… she’s off limits.
In my attempts to get a minute of her time, I’m left with the internal conflict of following the eternal concepts of Divine Humanity and Civility.
Do onto others as I would have them do onto me.
So, she’s off limits, see she got a man.
But damn, she sizzles so much that I can’t say that I’m not tempted to touch.
The way she always leaves in a clumsy rush shows me the attraction is mutual.
Her evasiveness is only paralleled by how beautiful she looks at the mere crack of a smile.
Easily shattering hearts and dreams with a mere cut of her pretty brown eyes, and a slight bat of her perfect eyelashes, but I cant do that shit because
She’s off limits.
But when these thoughts finish, somehow they always seem to refrain and remain on the sexiest part of her body… her brain.
Her… brain. See, she’s the total package.
Beauty, intelligence, and talent.
I’d feel like a fool if I didn’t go after it.
But… she’s off limits.
With the words person to person, I’m not the best, so I turn to my pen and paper to get this off my chest.
At times like this, when my minds racing, I have to remind myself,
“ASIM just be patient, all things come in due time.
Impatience can cause people to lose minds.”
Right now I’m too blind.
She shines brighter than blue diamonds leaving me stunned at the sight of her two eyes when she enters a room.
But she’s off limits.
I’m lost in it.
As of late its getting harder to excuse the elephants in the room/ Boo you exude the elegance I consume.
I'm flying now, on the highest cloud./ You got the flyest styles, so all these other girls can quiet down
I stand tall like a lion proud/ A king in need of a queen, just to give her something to smile about
Peace
She might be the only girl I could see walking away with my heart,
But… she’s off limits.
In my attempts to get a minute of her time, I’m left with the internal conflict of following the eternal concepts of Divine Humanity and Civility.
Do onto others as I would have them do onto me.
So, she’s off limits, see she got a man.
But damn, she sizzles so much that I can’t say that I’m not tempted to touch.
The way she always leaves in a clumsy rush shows me the attraction is mutual.
Her evasiveness is only paralleled by how beautiful she looks at the mere crack of a smile.
Easily shattering hearts and dreams with a mere cut of her pretty brown eyes, and a slight bat of her perfect eyelashes, but I cant do that shit because
She’s off limits.
But when these thoughts finish, somehow they always seem to refrain and remain on the sexiest part of her body… her brain.
Her… brain. See, she’s the total package.
Beauty, intelligence, and talent.
I’d feel like a fool if I didn’t go after it.
But… she’s off limits.
With the words person to person, I’m not the best, so I turn to my pen and paper to get this off my chest.
At times like this, when my minds racing, I have to remind myself,
“ASIM just be patient, all things come in due time.
Impatience can cause people to lose minds.”
Right now I’m too blind.
She shines brighter than blue diamonds leaving me stunned at the sight of her two eyes when she enters a room.
But she’s off limits.
I’m lost in it.
As of late its getting harder to excuse the elephants in the room/ Boo you exude the elegance I consume.
I'm flying now, on the highest cloud./ You got the flyest styles, so all these other girls can quiet down
I stand tall like a lion proud/ A king in need of a queen, just to give her something to smile about
Peace
Saturday, April 3, 2010
I know my ABC's
Actively Boasting Creative Delusions Epidemically Falters Growth. Hope Is Juxtaposed. Kin to Love. Money Never Offers Peace Quietly. Reach Straight Towards Utopia Victoriously, and Watch Xenophobes Yell Zealously.
Monday, March 8, 2010
Saturday, March 6, 2010
MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE
"Give 'Em Hell, Kid"
Oh baby here comes the sound!
I took a train outta New Orleans and they shot me full of ephedrine.
This is how we like to do it in the murder scene.
Can we settle up the score?
[Chorus]
If you were here I'd never have a fear.
So go on live your life.
But I miss you more than I did yesterday.
You're beautiful!
Well I'm a total wreck and almost every day.
Like the firing squad or the mess you made.
Well don't I look pretty walking down the street.
In the best damn dress I own?
[Chorus]
If you were here I'd never have a fear.
So go on live your life.
But I miss you more than I did yesterday.
You're so far away.
So c'mon show me how.
'Cause I mean this more than words can ever say.
Some might say we are made from the sharpest things you say
We are young and we don't care. (oh whoa ow)
Your dreams and your hopeless hair. (oh whoa ow)
We never wanted it to be this way.
For all our lives.
Do you care {at all}?
[Chorus]
If you were here I'd never have a fear.
So go on live your life.
But I miss you more than I did yesterday.
You're so far away.
So c'mon show me how.
'Cause I mean this more than words can ever say.
Monday, March 1, 2010
Wake Up
“Wake Up”
Four solid white faces encasing my thoughts and dreams.
Screams go unnoticed while the bunnies on floor laugh,
As they dance their way back to their above ground underworld.
The eyes to this soulless being provide little insight their --
Dim light only serving the purpose of illuminating the path of the restless wanderer.
Squandering his precious gold in a bowl leading to nowhere.
Four solid white faces encasing my thoughts and dreams.
Screams go unnoticed while the bunnies on floor laugh,
As they dance their way back to their above ground underworld.
The eyes to this soulless being provide little insight their --
Dim light only serving the purpose of illuminating the path of the restless wanderer.
Squandering his precious gold in a bowl leading to nowhere.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Untitled
I start pacing, heart racing, feeling more violent than ever, I just wanna step outside and go wild on whoever, but I’m way better than that.
Mama raised me way more clever than that.
But under this cap of pride under which I hide, lies the spirit of 9 lions, so I take it all in stride.
Thundering why's, plundering byes, and comforting lies told to myself are the only things that help me get back to seeing eye to eye with my battered reflection.
Left guessin, my imagination runs like a thoroughbred straight out of the gates of hell, bent on trampling my mind body & soul with the pull of 10 locomotives.
I love her, and she knows it.
And even though she doesn’t always show it, when we gaze into each other’s eyes, it makes us see through fake disguises.
And there we sit.
Two kids, fighting over who took the last cookie from the cookie jar, instead of finding this peace we’ve been looking for.
Arm in arm, at arms with a swarm of negativity buzzing past our ears, its no wonder that’s all we can hear.
In this cloudy uncertainty, i miss you.
And when its clear, it'll be crystal.
Till then, just whistle.
Mama raised me way more clever than that.
But under this cap of pride under which I hide, lies the spirit of 9 lions, so I take it all in stride.
Thundering why's, plundering byes, and comforting lies told to myself are the only things that help me get back to seeing eye to eye with my battered reflection.
Left guessin, my imagination runs like a thoroughbred straight out of the gates of hell, bent on trampling my mind body & soul with the pull of 10 locomotives.
I love her, and she knows it.
And even though she doesn’t always show it, when we gaze into each other’s eyes, it makes us see through fake disguises.
And there we sit.
Two kids, fighting over who took the last cookie from the cookie jar, instead of finding this peace we’ve been looking for.
Arm in arm, at arms with a swarm of negativity buzzing past our ears, its no wonder that’s all we can hear.
In this cloudy uncertainty, i miss you.
And when its clear, it'll be crystal.
Till then, just whistle.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
From UrbanDictionary.com
4. Will
A trench coat wearing, tall, blue eyed son of a bitch. Usually is proficient in some form of self defence, and just as likely to kick someone's ass in an argument than reason with them.
A Will usually carries two different personalities. There is the fiery emotional character who is caring, compassionate, and aggressive when angered, as well as the cold, contemplative warrior that he is frequently percieved as. Described as having "unlimited patience, and unlimited rage".
Well known for their craftsmanship, creative, and/or debating skills. Feelings towards them are usually extreme, being either deep affection or incredible hate. They dislike making enemies but strangely take pleasure in physical fighting, and are sometimes too quick to resolve situations with physical force.
Overall, though they may be intimidating at first, they are often kind people at heart, and are prone to emotional damage resulting from failed or lost relationships. As a slight result of this, many "Will"-type people are social nomads, not really binding with any type of social clique and working best by themselves.
Though a trait that they are certainly not proud of, some Wills are so eager to create friends, not enemies, that they will lie, and this actually leads to loosing in relationships, further on. They fiercely adhere to their beliefs however, and some even live by a veritable "code of honor", somewhat like modern-day samurai.
"He was pulling some real stuff... and he was so aggressive with him!" Thomas spoke to his friend, recollecting the earlier fight. "He usually doesn't seem like this; perhaps he's turning into another Will?"
A trench coat wearing, tall, blue eyed son of a bitch. Usually is proficient in some form of self defence, and just as likely to kick someone's ass in an argument than reason with them.
A Will usually carries two different personalities. There is the fiery emotional character who is caring, compassionate, and aggressive when angered, as well as the cold, contemplative warrior that he is frequently percieved as. Described as having "unlimited patience, and unlimited rage".
Well known for their craftsmanship, creative, and/or debating skills. Feelings towards them are usually extreme, being either deep affection or incredible hate. They dislike making enemies but strangely take pleasure in physical fighting, and are sometimes too quick to resolve situations with physical force.
Overall, though they may be intimidating at first, they are often kind people at heart, and are prone to emotional damage resulting from failed or lost relationships. As a slight result of this, many "Will"-type people are social nomads, not really binding with any type of social clique and working best by themselves.
Though a trait that they are certainly not proud of, some Wills are so eager to create friends, not enemies, that they will lie, and this actually leads to loosing in relationships, further on. They fiercely adhere to their beliefs however, and some even live by a veritable "code of honor", somewhat like modern-day samurai.
"He was pulling some real stuff... and he was so aggressive with him!" Thomas spoke to his friend, recollecting the earlier fight. "He usually doesn't seem like this; perhaps he's turning into another Will?"
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Locked Away... I love this song!!!
[Verse: Pharrell Williams]
Changed your mind
I made you live a lover's life
Changed your mind about all guys
No kiss at the end of the night
But if you will with me
When I'm sure that you can see
So when I ask you, "How you think it'd be?"
Just when I thought you would say to me... No!
[Chorus: Pharrell Williams] (Spymob vocalists)
You keep me locked away (locked aaa-wayy..)
You don't want - to admit
About me and you (meee and yoouuu..)
Hey! But I don't care cause
You make life worth living (living..)
You make love worth giving (giving..)
You make time worth spending (spending..)
Well why ain't we worth admitting? (admitting..)
[Verse: Pharrell Williams]
When you were in my arms
Though inside, I could see the stars
As if they were not far
I read what they were sayin
They said the world is yours
With her make it better
So imagine you two together
It'd be so amazing
[Chorus]
[Verse: Pharrell Williams]
(Hey..)
Hey but what if you
Miraculously feel what I do
Our split up can't beat us two
If I could speak in invisible proof
And you're writing the same
Except you swap our names
Trying to figure out this weird ass game
And you're like real confused.. shit
[Chorus]
[Outro: Spymob vocalists]
Locked away.. mee and yoouuu
Living.. giving
Spending.. admitting
How Women Argue... funny, but oh so true...
(1) Fine: This is the word women use to end an argument when they are
right and you need to shut up.
(2) Five Minutes: If she is getting dressed, this means a half an
hour. Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given
five more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.
(3) Nothing: This is the calm before the storm. This means something,
and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with nothing
usually end in fine.
(4) Go Ahead: This is a dare, not permission. Don’t Do It!
(5) Loud Sigh: This is actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement
often misunderstood by men. A loud sigh means she thinks you are an
idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and
arguing with you about nothing. (Refer back to # 3 for the meaning of
nothing.)
(6) That’s Okay: This is one of the most dangerous statements a women
can make to a man. That’s okay means she wants to think long and hard
before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.
(7) Thanks: A woman is thanking you, do not question, or faint. Just
say you’re welcome. (I want to add in a clause here - This is true,
unless she says ‘Thanks a lot’ - that is PURE sarcasm and she is not
thanking you at all. DO NOT say ‘you’re welcome’. That will bring on
a ‘whatever’).
(8) Whatever: Is a woman’s way of saying F—- YOU!
(9) Don’t worry about it, I got it: Another dangerous statement,
meaning this is something that a woman has told a man to do several
times, but is now doing it herself. This will later result in a man
asking ‘What’s wrong?’ For the woman’s response, refer to # 3.
right and you need to shut up.
(2) Five Minutes: If she is getting dressed, this means a half an
hour. Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given
five more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.
(3) Nothing: This is the calm before the storm. This means something,
and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with nothing
usually end in fine.
(4) Go Ahead: This is a dare, not permission. Don’t Do It!
(5) Loud Sigh: This is actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement
often misunderstood by men. A loud sigh means she thinks you are an
idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and
arguing with you about nothing. (Refer back to # 3 for the meaning of
nothing.)
(6) That’s Okay: This is one of the most dangerous statements a women
can make to a man. That’s okay means she wants to think long and hard
before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.
(7) Thanks: A woman is thanking you, do not question, or faint. Just
say you’re welcome. (I want to add in a clause here - This is true,
unless she says ‘Thanks a lot’ - that is PURE sarcasm and she is not
thanking you at all. DO NOT say ‘you’re welcome’. That will bring on
a ‘whatever’).
(8) Whatever: Is a woman’s way of saying F—- YOU!
(9) Don’t worry about it, I got it: Another dangerous statement,
meaning this is something that a woman has told a man to do several
times, but is now doing it herself. This will later result in a man
asking ‘What’s wrong?’ For the woman’s response, refer to # 3.
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