Sunday, May 31, 2009

down to the wire.


May 22nd 2oo7- you wrote me

June 23rd 2oo7 -you made me like you

July 14th 2oo7- you made me love

...sometime in April 2oo8...you changed

June 14th...you broke my heart...

2 weeks later...you crept back

Duration of the summer...spent everyday with you

school begins...i'm still at a loss...

.....to present...cant seem to find my way

2oo9

Monday, February 9, 2009

Knockin' at my Door, but you can't get in...


percipitation.
disist. please. although others enjoys u.
i DESPISE u. i mean thanks for cleanin the body of my automobile,
but what can you do for the inside???
not a BOB Damn thing.
You allow my fancy boots to get damp, and never apologize.
Your brothers lock me inside the house on occasions, because they wanna see me look good.
But your envious sisters force me to surface, cuz they want to see my hair frizz.
ANGELA DAVIS!!!
...ok ok ok...
im sorry for doggin you...
you're COOL on some occasions.
Like staying inside, yastin with the rellies (thank you L),

and watchin a bomb movie
but i mean BRO it's February,

leave me alone, and the hostility will come to a screeching hault.

Sunday, February 8, 2009

Grammys '09


watching the grammys is not usually Shakiras thing.

One performance in particular caught my attention and tickled my fancy. HOLY SHIT! RADIO HEAD...USC marching band. Shakira is not a Trojan fan, her blood runs BLUE and Gold...even tho she stay SOOWOOPIN' (irregardless!) This production was phenomenal, Shakira's eyes were fused to the tv and her ears were pleased with soundwaves turned exclusive music. Now Shakira wants to explore the ins and out , up and downs, here and nows, of this musical sensation RADIOHEAD

"that"s myshit"




.soul filled with clouds of gloom, that are soon to split, your heart archetized like a nest of tears, but it is just that beautiful that it builds a cacoon of euphoric emotion in your throat. Burst into laughter while warm sun rays sediment in your arteries and ventricles. The blink of ones eyes is the very cadence of the snare A-MIlli-A-MIlli-A-MIlli. shit. please. Re-orchestrate my anatomy so i can rotate in the fashion of the crescendo with tools, make me Big, never miniscule. Stacatto that tone... heartbeats. 4-4time. ..."thats my shit"

thank you L