Current mood: tired
Category: Writing and Poetry
( )
Why do black men fight
Over Mis Educated girls
For praise of boys
Do warriors have nothing more important
Than pride and jealousy
Or petty revenge
Are things so bad that
Brothers hate each other
Maybe we hate ourselves
Why do brothers need to destroy each other
Just for hoes, bitchesm and niggas
And hide behind money, cars and clothes
When did we stop loving each other
We used to be on the same side
And none but devils on opposite sides
When did we start killing each other
Making ourselves weaker and
Them stronger
Not only that but we steal from each other
Poor from poor
Young from younger
The day is coming 1 or 2 or 3 years
Maybe more but the
Day of my prayers
When it comes that day
I know Ill be there
To witness the end
My brother and I can look in our eyes
For more than a glance
And no one will die
I will never fear bitches, niggas and hoes
But they shall bring tears to my eyes
And they will know why I cry
But thats not all
For devils will fall
And angels will rise to the sky
Well never be mad, or sad but glad
We will all be happy to cry
Life is good. I'm sharing it with the world. So this is life the way I see it...
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Stress
Current mood: tired
Category: Writing and Poetry
Stress
The anxiety I feel is real
I don’t know if I can deal
And now when I write a verse
I find it harder to try not to curse
Or swear or offend or be profane
Don’t call my Lord in vain
But I feel the urges on my tongue
I hope this pain wont last too long
This pain I feel in my lower back
And sometimes I think its a heart attack
Every time it hits me like a sudden drug relapse
Sometimes I feel like I’m the one that’s on crack
On top of my back like an extra back pack
Most time, if I wanted to mack, I don’t
And if the fly rhyming lines ever came, now they don’t
I thank God nightly for every day I cope
And live to write with only one hope
A hope deeper than just being dope
A hope that when I review my old quotes
I can laugh, for no longer living the life I wrote
Category: Writing and Poetry
Stress
The anxiety I feel is real
I don’t know if I can deal
And now when I write a verse
I find it harder to try not to curse
Or swear or offend or be profane
Don’t call my Lord in vain
But I feel the urges on my tongue
I hope this pain wont last too long
This pain I feel in my lower back
And sometimes I think its a heart attack
Every time it hits me like a sudden drug relapse
Sometimes I feel like I’m the one that’s on crack
On top of my back like an extra back pack
Most time, if I wanted to mack, I don’t
And if the fly rhyming lines ever came, now they don’t
I thank God nightly for every day I cope
And live to write with only one hope
A hope deeper than just being dope
A hope that when I review my old quotes
I can laugh, for no longer living the life I wrote
Dimes
Current mood: tired
Category: Writing and Poetry
(Untitled)
So what if I lied
At least I tried
Just like you tried to hide
You despise
Me just because I didn’t confide
So what if I knew
That we were through
Before I even approached you
Are you more mad that I sought truth
Or that I refused
To settle on so little
On someone as tight as you
I’m sorry I couldn’t do it
I’m sorry we blew it
But
At least we both knew it
Before either or both of us had to go through it
For what its worth
You are truly fine
And one of a kind
Just not my dime
You’ll see
Just give it time
And if you still find
I was unkind
Let me break it down for you
Line by line
Every woman is fine
But no woman
Is every mans dime
So 999.9
Are no more than nine
No matter how hard they try.
Except, for in the eye
Of that single guy
Category: Writing and Poetry
(Untitled)
So what if I lied
At least I tried
Just like you tried to hide
You despise
Me just because I didn’t confide
So what if I knew
That we were through
Before I even approached you
Are you more mad that I sought truth
Or that I refused
To settle on so little
On someone as tight as you
I’m sorry I couldn’t do it
I’m sorry we blew it
But
At least we both knew it
Before either or both of us had to go through it
For what its worth
You are truly fine
And one of a kind
Just not my dime
You’ll see
Just give it time
And if you still find
I was unkind
Let me break it down for you
Line by line
Every woman is fine
But no woman
Is every mans dime
So 999.9
Are no more than nine
No matter how hard they try.
Except, for in the eye
Of that single guy
Sunday, August 20, 2006
My Profile
Current mood:All over the place
Category: Writing and Poetry
Im six foot four
And you still cant see me
Be with me for years and not understand what it means to C me
Maybe if you could read a thousand words at once, you might get the picture
But many of you dont feel the whole worth of it even if I look at it with you
And when I ask why you dont
You think - because I wont let you in
-Wait, rewind some
I meant to ask why you wont
I meant - cause you dont get it then
Shit
Its as simple as complex could be
Simply try not to read someone elses complexity in context with me
And dont do it vice versa to me
Because individuality means each ones a different person to me
So why would one think ones standards apply to me
Or even to think Im standard conventionally
Im Jason
Jason Sloan
And on the phone
I might say LA
But that aint where I stay
So what is this game I play
I may be speaking of my plan to roam
And eventually return home
Try to understand when
I get off on a tangent
My original plan
Is to expand
On who this man is
Since yall dont understand when
Sheep travel across foreign lands
Its probably not sheep you began with
Hell you could get me on infinite bandwidths
But only one me exists
So, even though my channels play different music
All of them are me with different gifts
And all these gifts God gave me
On my original birthday
After mom and dad made me
And when I fall God saves me
Hell I aint no fool
I follow his rule
I do what he says do
If it aint in the book
I wont do
Cuz when you follow man
Instead of Gods plan
Youll never win
Category: Writing and Poetry
Im six foot four
And you still cant see me
Be with me for years and not understand what it means to C me
Maybe if you could read a thousand words at once, you might get the picture
But many of you dont feel the whole worth of it even if I look at it with you
And when I ask why you dont
You think - because I wont let you in
-Wait, rewind some
I meant to ask why you wont
I meant - cause you dont get it then
Shit
Its as simple as complex could be
Simply try not to read someone elses complexity in context with me
And dont do it vice versa to me
Because individuality means each ones a different person to me
So why would one think ones standards apply to me
Or even to think Im standard conventionally
Im Jason
Jason Sloan
And on the phone
I might say LA
But that aint where I stay
So what is this game I play
I may be speaking of my plan to roam
And eventually return home
Try to understand when
I get off on a tangent
My original plan
Is to expand
On who this man is
Since yall dont understand when
Sheep travel across foreign lands
Its probably not sheep you began with
Hell you could get me on infinite bandwidths
But only one me exists
So, even though my channels play different music
All of them are me with different gifts
And all these gifts God gave me
On my original birthday
After mom and dad made me
And when I fall God saves me
Hell I aint no fool
I follow his rule
I do what he says do
If it aint in the book
I wont do
Cuz when you follow man
Instead of Gods plan
Youll never win
Thursday, August 17, 2006
Dependence
Current mood:Just writing
Category: Writing and Poetry
I wanna be free
So I sell myself to the highes bidder
I need a lot of cheese
So I sell myself short
I try to be healthy
But I don't know if I'll eat dinner
I plan to be wealthy
But making money won't work
I'm going to win
Even if I'm on the losing side
I refuse to sin
Even if I have to lie
When I do it their way
They say they're not on my side
When I do it my way
They ask me why
I try to conform
And I end up breaking left
I go with the norm
And I lose myself
I just want to be an individual
Who stands alone without any help
I just want to be a money mogul
Who doesn't need anyone else
But until I get wealth
Can I get some help
I could do it myself
But it's so much worse
To do so much work
When a little support
Could prove my worth
You know I hate to depend
On family and friends
But to be independent
I must face a sentence
Of dependence
To being dependent
Category: Writing and Poetry
I wanna be free
So I sell myself to the highes bidder
I need a lot of cheese
So I sell myself short
I try to be healthy
But I don't know if I'll eat dinner
I plan to be wealthy
But making money won't work
I'm going to win
Even if I'm on the losing side
I refuse to sin
Even if I have to lie
When I do it their way
They say they're not on my side
When I do it my way
They ask me why
I try to conform
And I end up breaking left
I go with the norm
And I lose myself
I just want to be an individual
Who stands alone without any help
I just want to be a money mogul
Who doesn't need anyone else
But until I get wealth
Can I get some help
I could do it myself
But it's so much worse
To do so much work
When a little support
Could prove my worth
You know I hate to depend
On family and friends
But to be independent
I must face a sentence
Of dependence
To being dependent
Co-Dependence, self-sabotage and settling... : Dating Questions
Current mood:Just Thinking
Category: Romance and Relationships
Co-Dependence
I used to blame the men. How could it not be some lame trying to get his first piece, or the quasi-pseudo player trying to mack without the pimpin' telling every virgin he meets or getting tricked by a young pimptress into saying things which give females the slightest reason to believe they will ever have a chance at a future. Why else would men whine about women who they cant get to go away? If men weren't giving females these ideas, then where did the ideas comes from? I knew women wouldn't just come up with these ideas on their own. No one could lie to themselves like that.
Then it happened to me more than once. I promise yall, I told the girls point blank, flat out all I wanted was a physical relationship and nothing more. I also said there was no possibility of any type of future. They (the women) didn't go away. They stayed. They laid up. They never gave up. And the questions - Do you want me to stay? (No) Do you want me to come over? (NO) Don't you like me? (Not really) Are you listening? (Absolutely not)
And now I am in the buckle of the bible belt. The heart of the south. Atlanta's a whole new variable in the relationship equation. There are a whole different type of people lying to themselves. People are married much younger. They stay in fucked up relationships for absolutely no reason at all. Women date gay men.(Really, they are gay There is no down low. That's a whole other blog.) Men trick ridiculously. And they all cheat. This may not seem out of the ordinary. But it is. Its the degree to which these things occur here.
Understand, there are people in successful relationships out there. But that's not our focus right now. We are looking at the dysfunctional ones in the hope of repairing them.
The curse and the blessing of the human race is our co-dependence. People need people. Its the natural order of things for men and women to get together. Children are usually closer to the parent of the opposite sex. In fact, future relationships are determined by the dynamic between the child and parent of the opposite sex. And when we get older we all go out in search of the improvement on that mother-son/father-daughter dynamic. Then all hell breaks out.
There is distrust. There is denial. The longing for something better. The doubt. The insecurities. The self sabotage. The hang ups. The superficiality. The loss of individuality. All the things we deal with/ignore that ruin our adult relationships.
How did we all become so desperate? Is the urge to have someone in our lives so intense that we stay in bad relationships? Or that we constantly seek validation from the opposite sex to make ourselves feel better? True, we are driven by the quest for that perfect mate. But what makes us settle for less than perfect situations? Who told us that is the way its supposed to be? Is it fear? Fear of being alone. Fear of not being good enough. Fear of rejection. Fear of spiders. Just fear.
I meant to write about co-dependence. But again, I come to the question of settling. Maybe that is the answer. Another question. (Good GotDamn!) When will I have a conclusive answer to this? I guess the game keeps changing.
Okay. I read the whole thing and the only thing that stands out to me and that I took away from this blog was:
There are a whole different type of people lying to themselves. People are married much younger. They stay in fucked up relationships for absolutely no reason at all. Women date gay men.(Really, they are gay There is no down low. That's a whole other blog.) Men trick ridiculously. And they all cheat. This may not seem out of the ordinary. But it is. Its the degree to which these things occur here.
When I get passed the reality of this, maybe I can focus enough to say something more substantial....
Category: Romance and Relationships
Co-Dependence
I used to blame the men. How could it not be some lame trying to get his first piece, or the quasi-pseudo player trying to mack without the pimpin' telling every virgin he meets or getting tricked by a young pimptress into saying things which give females the slightest reason to believe they will ever have a chance at a future. Why else would men whine about women who they cant get to go away? If men weren't giving females these ideas, then where did the ideas comes from? I knew women wouldn't just come up with these ideas on their own. No one could lie to themselves like that.
Then it happened to me more than once. I promise yall, I told the girls point blank, flat out all I wanted was a physical relationship and nothing more. I also said there was no possibility of any type of future. They (the women) didn't go away. They stayed. They laid up. They never gave up. And the questions - Do you want me to stay? (No) Do you want me to come over? (NO) Don't you like me? (Not really) Are you listening? (Absolutely not)
And now I am in the buckle of the bible belt. The heart of the south. Atlanta's a whole new variable in the relationship equation. There are a whole different type of people lying to themselves. People are married much younger. They stay in fucked up relationships for absolutely no reason at all. Women date gay men.(Really, they are gay There is no down low. That's a whole other blog.) Men trick ridiculously. And they all cheat. This may not seem out of the ordinary. But it is. Its the degree to which these things occur here.
Understand, there are people in successful relationships out there. But that's not our focus right now. We are looking at the dysfunctional ones in the hope of repairing them.
The curse and the blessing of the human race is our co-dependence. People need people. Its the natural order of things for men and women to get together. Children are usually closer to the parent of the opposite sex. In fact, future relationships are determined by the dynamic between the child and parent of the opposite sex. And when we get older we all go out in search of the improvement on that mother-son/father-daughter dynamic. Then all hell breaks out.
There is distrust. There is denial. The longing for something better. The doubt. The insecurities. The self sabotage. The hang ups. The superficiality. The loss of individuality. All the things we deal with/ignore that ruin our adult relationships.
How did we all become so desperate? Is the urge to have someone in our lives so intense that we stay in bad relationships? Or that we constantly seek validation from the opposite sex to make ourselves feel better? True, we are driven by the quest for that perfect mate. But what makes us settle for less than perfect situations? Who told us that is the way its supposed to be? Is it fear? Fear of being alone. Fear of not being good enough. Fear of rejection. Fear of spiders. Just fear.
I meant to write about co-dependence. But again, I come to the question of settling. Maybe that is the answer. Another question. (Good GotDamn!) When will I have a conclusive answer to this? I guess the game keeps changing.
Okay. I read the whole thing and the only thing that stands out to me and that I took away from this blog was:
There are a whole different type of people lying to themselves. People are married much younger. They stay in fucked up relationships for absolutely no reason at all. Women date gay men.(Really, they are gay There is no down low. That's a whole other blog.) Men trick ridiculously. And they all cheat. This may not seem out of the ordinary. But it is. Its the degree to which these things occur here.
When I get passed the reality of this, maybe I can focus enough to say something more substantial....
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
Writers Block
Category: Writing and Poetry
OK.
So, I'm writing this book. Its about college life. My plans were to promote it at colleges. But as I am writing, I realize that I will have to market this book to high school students.
Problem. I don't like high school kids. In all actuality, I may even hate them. So how do I sell this? Not just to them but to myself so that I will continue to write.
I'm sure they need. it. I'm sure they will like it. But...
Gotdamn! I don't want to glad hand a bunch of high school kids. Maybe I just have to get over it. Be happy that I can write anything. Plus, mosthihg school kids will be college students one day anyway. Right?
It's a shame. I think I'll keep writing and just see what happens.
Open your mind! High school students are very confused and need your guidance. This book will help develop them into better adults and hopefully inspire our future toward higher education. You should definitely keep writing!!! Good Luck=)
OK.
So, I'm writing this book. Its about college life. My plans were to promote it at colleges. But as I am writing, I realize that I will have to market this book to high school students.
Problem. I don't like high school kids. In all actuality, I may even hate them. So how do I sell this? Not just to them but to myself so that I will continue to write.
I'm sure they need. it. I'm sure they will like it. But...
Gotdamn! I don't want to glad hand a bunch of high school kids. Maybe I just have to get over it. Be happy that I can write anything. Plus, mosthihg school kids will be college students one day anyway. Right?
It's a shame. I think I'll keep writing and just see what happens.
Open your mind! High school students are very confused and need your guidance. This book will help develop them into better adults and hopefully inspire our future toward higher education. You should definitely keep writing!!! Good Luck=)
Wednesday, August 9, 2006
Just thinking
Current mood: productive
Category: Writing and Poetry
I'm going to tell you about all the recent melodrama. Its too long. I am going to finish my chinese food and go to sleep(and dream of something absurd). So here is just a quick thing I wrote a while back. I still feel like this from time to time. No title, just words.
I think too much
That's why I drink too much
You know what else
I probably sleep too much
And lately
I haven't been writing enough
And God knows
I haven't been fighting enough
Most times I don't ask why enough
And half the time I get high enough
Since I'm on the subject
I just don't try enough
Whether its trying to earn the bucks
Or just trying new stuff
I'm just getting tired of this stuff
I'll tell you - I done had enough
I'm calling my own bluff
I think I really do give a fuck
One drink is too many
And a thousand is never enough
Category: Writing and Poetry
I'm going to tell you about all the recent melodrama. Its too long. I am going to finish my chinese food and go to sleep(and dream of something absurd). So here is just a quick thing I wrote a while back. I still feel like this from time to time. No title, just words.
I think too much
That's why I drink too much
You know what else
I probably sleep too much
And lately
I haven't been writing enough
And God knows
I haven't been fighting enough
Most times I don't ask why enough
And half the time I get high enough
Since I'm on the subject
I just don't try enough
Whether its trying to earn the bucks
Or just trying new stuff
I'm just getting tired of this stuff
I'll tell you - I done had enough
I'm calling my own bluff
I think I really do give a fuck
One drink is too many
And a thousand is never enough
Tuesday, August 8, 2006
My apologies/A question
Current mood: sleepy
Category: Writing and Poetry
Lovers Penance
I’m sorry
I treated you different
I’m sorry
I set you apart
I must apologize
I thought I knew
What was best for you
Who was I
To think I could change you
I should have let you
Be you
And respect that
I’m sorry
I thought you wanted
Something new
I just tried to do
What I thought would please you
You know.
A nice change of pace
A breath of fresh air
A pleasant surprise
A brand new lease on life
A whole new outlook on life
So for all that
I’m sorry
I’m sorry
I thought I could do better
After so many lies
I thought Id give you the truth
After so much pain
I thought Id be your healing masseuse
But what’s the use
If that’s not what you want
And who knows better what you need
Than you
So if I was too much more
Than what you were used to
I’m sorry
If I was too honest
If I was too caring
If I was too sweet
And if I was too much less
Than what you were used to
I’m sorry
If I was less smothering
If I had less game
If I was less aggressive
If I wasn’t everything you’ve been waiting for
I’m sorry
If you were everything to me
I’m sorry
For failing you
For everything we could have been
For everything we never were
I apologize
For loving you
A question
Who are you?
Why do I feel I know you so well?
Where did you come from?
Why do I feel like I’ve been there before?
What are you doing to me?
Why do I want to do everything for you?
When did I fall in love with you?
Why do I fear well never be a pair?
All I know is I can’t stand for us to be apart.
All I know is you are everything.
And I will do everything for you.
And I suddenly feel brand new.
I’m lost when not with you.
I’m consumed by thoughts of you.
I don’t know how worthy I am of you.
I do know there’s no limit to what Id do
If only you’d ask me to.
If only you’d tell me what to do.
How about I win you the world?
How about I forsake all other girls?
How about you are my waking and dying thoughts?
How can I promise what you’ve already got?
You are the world for all I know.
You are the rising and the setting suns glow.
You are the reason I stay up at night.
You are the reason to get up and write.
You are the life I want to live.
You are the love I want to give.
You are the joy of conversation.
You are the object of my admiration.
You are timing when its impeccable.
You are my dreams when they’re unforgettable.
You are always just beyond my grasp.
You’re Moby Dick to my Captain Ahab.
I will never stop trying though.
I will make my miracle so.
I wont finish this poem though.
I don’t ever want to lose this flow.
I'll keep writing line after line.
I'll keep adding lines over time.
For every day you’re in my life.
From day one till you become my wife.
From honey moon til the rest of out life.
Category: Writing and Poetry
Lovers Penance
I’m sorry
I treated you different
I’m sorry
I set you apart
I must apologize
I thought I knew
What was best for you
Who was I
To think I could change you
I should have let you
Be you
And respect that
I’m sorry
I thought you wanted
Something new
I just tried to do
What I thought would please you
You know.
A nice change of pace
A breath of fresh air
A pleasant surprise
A brand new lease on life
A whole new outlook on life
So for all that
I’m sorry
I’m sorry
I thought I could do better
After so many lies
I thought Id give you the truth
After so much pain
I thought Id be your healing masseuse
But what’s the use
If that’s not what you want
And who knows better what you need
Than you
So if I was too much more
Than what you were used to
I’m sorry
If I was too honest
If I was too caring
If I was too sweet
And if I was too much less
Than what you were used to
I’m sorry
If I was less smothering
If I had less game
If I was less aggressive
If I wasn’t everything you’ve been waiting for
I’m sorry
If you were everything to me
I’m sorry
For failing you
For everything we could have been
For everything we never were
I apologize
For loving you
A question
Who are you?
Why do I feel I know you so well?
Where did you come from?
Why do I feel like I’ve been there before?
What are you doing to me?
Why do I want to do everything for you?
When did I fall in love with you?
Why do I fear well never be a pair?
All I know is I can’t stand for us to be apart.
All I know is you are everything.
And I will do everything for you.
And I suddenly feel brand new.
I’m lost when not with you.
I’m consumed by thoughts of you.
I don’t know how worthy I am of you.
I do know there’s no limit to what Id do
If only you’d ask me to.
If only you’d tell me what to do.
How about I win you the world?
How about I forsake all other girls?
How about you are my waking and dying thoughts?
How can I promise what you’ve already got?
You are the world for all I know.
You are the rising and the setting suns glow.
You are the reason I stay up at night.
You are the reason to get up and write.
You are the life I want to live.
You are the love I want to give.
You are the joy of conversation.
You are the object of my admiration.
You are timing when its impeccable.
You are my dreams when they’re unforgettable.
You are always just beyond my grasp.
You’re Moby Dick to my Captain Ahab.
I will never stop trying though.
I will make my miracle so.
I wont finish this poem though.
I don’t ever want to lose this flow.
I'll keep writing line after line.
I'll keep adding lines over time.
For every day you’re in my life.
From day one till you become my wife.
From honey moon til the rest of out life.
Saturday, August 5, 2006
Dining Out Rules
Current mood:Drunkish
Category: Food and Restaurants
Dessert is the whole point of the meal. You should go out for what you cant have at home. You cant have someone serve your entire household. You can have iced tea at home. Sweetened to your exact specifications. I am also sure you paid your water bill if you are going out to eat. It is only connoisseurs who drink water. Dining is an experience. Most people don't do it often. So when you do do it, do it well. Drink (alcohol or fresh squeezed something), eat (everything, including dessert), and be merry (don't go with people you don't like).
On the last one. My friends and I (at least the ones I will go out with) either take turns paying or split it all evenly. Separate checks are for people you will never see again. If one person in the group cannot afford it, cover them until they can. Who knows when that will be you. On both ends, you either need to be the friend who can help out or be the friend who can admit they can't afford it. And you both need to be able to accept the others situation. If you cant be friendly with your friends, you all aren't friends. Hence, don't go out with people you don't like.
Everything else is self explanatory. Drink, eat, be merry! And be good
..tippers that is.
Category: Food and Restaurants
Dessert is the whole point of the meal. You should go out for what you cant have at home. You cant have someone serve your entire household. You can have iced tea at home. Sweetened to your exact specifications. I am also sure you paid your water bill if you are going out to eat. It is only connoisseurs who drink water. Dining is an experience. Most people don't do it often. So when you do do it, do it well. Drink (alcohol or fresh squeezed something), eat (everything, including dessert), and be merry (don't go with people you don't like).
On the last one. My friends and I (at least the ones I will go out with) either take turns paying or split it all evenly. Separate checks are for people you will never see again. If one person in the group cannot afford it, cover them until they can. Who knows when that will be you. On both ends, you either need to be the friend who can help out or be the friend who can admit they can't afford it. And you both need to be able to accept the others situation. If you cant be friendly with your friends, you all aren't friends. Hence, don't go out with people you don't like.
Everything else is self explanatory. Drink, eat, be merry! And be good
..tippers that is.
Friday, August 4, 2006
New One
Current mood: contemplative
Category: Writing and Poetry
I need to share this. It didn't get the response I wanted when I was writing it. But I still like it. I may even add to it. (I have no idea where the urge to write these epic poems came from.)
Anyways here it is.
(A) [This is the real title. I'll never tell. But you can guess]
The first thing is usually the face but when you passed
I can't lie
My eyes spied
The thighs beneath your ass
But lust never lasts
And I don't want to repeat the past
Then you smiled
At me
It was the first smile I had seen
At me
And you had me
A face like that
Eyes for looking
And to be looked at
Then the dreams began
Woman and Man
Holding hands
Laying in sand
Making plans
Waking up hand in hand
(To wake up hand in hand)
The lust became romance
And the possibilities took their chance
But I don't want to be lame
And I'm sorry
I got no game
So I just have to make it plain
I'm not insane
But I want to be
For you
So what it do?
I just want to talk to you
And listen
And witness
See what I see
When I watch you look at me
Is it love in your eyes I see
Whenever you smile at me
And what do you believe
What future will we see
Will you and I be we
Can one plus one make three
How about we start with a movie
I have 53 D-V-Ds
Popcorn, vodka and M-G-Ds
My fireplace is warm
I assist with the charm
I promise no harm
But there lies the problem
With no way to solve it
If I use seduction
How truthful really was it
And I know everyone does it
But would you really love it
If I came at you with game
I guess its all the same
If I believe in what I'm sayin
But if you heard it all before
Will what I'm sayin
Make you think I'm playin
But I'm sayin
I ain't no whore
I'm stayin
For as long as you let me
If you want me
You get me
You got me
And if its not me
Then stop me
I want everything I say to you
To be true
But I also don't want to scare you
Because then you would know I was scared too
And that just ain't the thing to do
Because for you
I'll be the man
I'll be your biggest fan
I'll be the one to stand
Up for you
Because you are my woman
And because I know I can
So then
Why don't I
Just try
Will I fail
I'm scared as hell
That you'll say no
And just end my flow
But it won't go away
I'll write for you everyday
Because you are love
And it is possible
To remain faithful
Even after I've moved on
You remain my inspiration
You begin my new poems
You are the love I lost
But since our paths crossed
I never forgot
I knew
I was through
Killing myself for everything I'm not
Til I'm numb to the world
But I think I've found the girl
The one I feel for
Because I feel for you
I miss you
I never had you
But I get you
Truly I do
Get just what you mean
Even when you didn't say anything
Your voice echos in my brain
Like memories of you saying my name
I wish you were here
In this place
In my space
If I could just hold you near
Whisper in your ear
Have no fear
We're here
Together
And nothing really matters
Now that you understand
My heart is in your hand
Do all that you can
I won't be afraid
I just be man
The man
All that I should be
All that we could be
And we are what we would be
very thought provoking. i got a little bored in the middle, but you brought me back at the end.
Thank you! I do get a bit long winded at times. I'm working on that. But I'm glad you felt it a little
Category: Writing and Poetry
I need to share this. It didn't get the response I wanted when I was writing it. But I still like it. I may even add to it. (I have no idea where the urge to write these epic poems came from.)
Anyways here it is.
(A) [This is the real title. I'll never tell. But you can guess]
The first thing is usually the face but when you passed
I can't lie
My eyes spied
The thighs beneath your ass
But lust never lasts
And I don't want to repeat the past
Then you smiled
At me
It was the first smile I had seen
At me
And you had me
A face like that
Eyes for looking
And to be looked at
Then the dreams began
Woman and Man
Holding hands
Laying in sand
Making plans
Waking up hand in hand
(To wake up hand in hand)
The lust became romance
And the possibilities took their chance
But I don't want to be lame
And I'm sorry
I got no game
So I just have to make it plain
I'm not insane
But I want to be
For you
So what it do?
I just want to talk to you
And listen
And witness
See what I see
When I watch you look at me
Is it love in your eyes I see
Whenever you smile at me
And what do you believe
What future will we see
Will you and I be we
Can one plus one make three
How about we start with a movie
I have 53 D-V-Ds
Popcorn, vodka and M-G-Ds
My fireplace is warm
I assist with the charm
I promise no harm
But there lies the problem
With no way to solve it
If I use seduction
How truthful really was it
And I know everyone does it
But would you really love it
If I came at you with game
I guess its all the same
If I believe in what I'm sayin
But if you heard it all before
Will what I'm sayin
Make you think I'm playin
But I'm sayin
I ain't no whore
I'm stayin
For as long as you let me
If you want me
You get me
You got me
And if its not me
Then stop me
I want everything I say to you
To be true
But I also don't want to scare you
Because then you would know I was scared too
And that just ain't the thing to do
Because for you
I'll be the man
I'll be your biggest fan
I'll be the one to stand
Up for you
Because you are my woman
And because I know I can
So then
Why don't I
Just try
Will I fail
I'm scared as hell
That you'll say no
And just end my flow
But it won't go away
I'll write for you everyday
Because you are love
And it is possible
To remain faithful
Even after I've moved on
You remain my inspiration
You begin my new poems
You are the love I lost
But since our paths crossed
I never forgot
I knew
I was through
Killing myself for everything I'm not
Til I'm numb to the world
But I think I've found the girl
The one I feel for
Because I feel for you
I miss you
I never had you
But I get you
Truly I do
Get just what you mean
Even when you didn't say anything
Your voice echos in my brain
Like memories of you saying my name
I wish you were here
In this place
In my space
If I could just hold you near
Whisper in your ear
Have no fear
We're here
Together
And nothing really matters
Now that you understand
My heart is in your hand
Do all that you can
I won't be afraid
I just be man
The man
All that I should be
All that we could be
And we are what we would be
very thought provoking. i got a little bored in the middle, but you brought me back at the end.
Thank you! I do get a bit long winded at times. I'm working on that. But I'm glad you felt it a little
Wednesday, August 2, 2006
Dan Brown: Church vs Science and the race for knowledge...
Current mood: contemplative
Category: Writing and Poetry
Church vs. Science.
So I recently read The Da Vinci Code. Now I am reading Angels and Demons. The uproar these books have caused is surprising. It is understandable. But it is surprising. I am still amazed at all the books that are written in response to these two books.
The book is fiction. Anyone who has read Dan Browns many other books would know that he likes to insert as much intense knowledge as possible in his books. And it is just that I am ten years removed from even being interested in conspiracy theories. There is a different way to look at the subject matter of his most recent books. The analogy that comes to mind is elementary school. I had different classes. We all learned together. The was no major competition. Then came the haters. Somewhere along the line it became important to know more than the other person. Or, at least, to know things first. But even at that, what use is knowledge that is unshared? Whether in science or religion, arent we playing God by holding back knowledge. I am an elitist, but I am of the school that believes in enlightening the masses.
I never thought there would be another fiction book in our lives that would scare people as much as these TWO have. I always thought that our society was much more sophisticated. After all, no one is running around trying to time travel. Books are not illegal (Fahrenheit 451). There is no big brother manipulating us (1984). Its 2006 and the world is no where near ending. I mean we dont have flying cars yet. We cant blow up the world before we have that! That would just be crazy.
FICTION. It should cause you to think in some way. It could be reflecting on times passed. It could be prospecting on the future. Or, it could touch your emotions in some way. But the key is that you THINK. Thinking on your own would be good. Dont be upset at someone with more knowledge. Help those with less. There will be other books that say much wilder things. Be prepared. And remember no one can tell you what you know or believe.
Category: Writing and Poetry
Church vs. Science.
So I recently read The Da Vinci Code. Now I am reading Angels and Demons. The uproar these books have caused is surprising. It is understandable. But it is surprising. I am still amazed at all the books that are written in response to these two books.
The book is fiction. Anyone who has read Dan Browns many other books would know that he likes to insert as much intense knowledge as possible in his books. And it is just that I am ten years removed from even being interested in conspiracy theories. There is a different way to look at the subject matter of his most recent books. The analogy that comes to mind is elementary school. I had different classes. We all learned together. The was no major competition. Then came the haters. Somewhere along the line it became important to know more than the other person. Or, at least, to know things first. But even at that, what use is knowledge that is unshared? Whether in science or religion, arent we playing God by holding back knowledge. I am an elitist, but I am of the school that believes in enlightening the masses.
I never thought there would be another fiction book in our lives that would scare people as much as these TWO have. I always thought that our society was much more sophisticated. After all, no one is running around trying to time travel. Books are not illegal (Fahrenheit 451). There is no big brother manipulating us (1984). Its 2006 and the world is no where near ending. I mean we dont have flying cars yet. We cant blow up the world before we have that! That would just be crazy.
FICTION. It should cause you to think in some way. It could be reflecting on times passed. It could be prospecting on the future. Or, it could touch your emotions in some way. But the key is that you THINK. Thinking on your own would be good. Dont be upset at someone with more knowledge. Help those with less. There will be other books that say much wilder things. Be prepared. And remember no one can tell you what you know or believe.
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