stolen blood bled upon these pages like something contagious
my words cough and the rhymes begin to spread
the lines begin to bob the heads and
i’m led to believe all is well
and i’ll write it
and type it in red
thoughts scattered running amok spilling ridiculously across the length of my book
looking for a way to release a way to repeat physically
what i see in my psyche
side note… my scribble’s’ quit sloppy
but i
write this in red
and i’ll
type this
in red
and it
feels amazingly awesome to get this randomness out of my head
i am inspired i am
fired up and ready to inch my way out of that place where the word to thought ratio had me stressed and displaced separated from my writes in utter disgrace
i’m writing in red
will type it in red
these are my writes
written to be read
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i stole my daughter’s red inkpen and gave myself 5 minutes to come up with something.
voila!
i’m tryna get the hang of the formatting here. it’s all wacky :/ lol
lmao. ok… this was just a quick 5 minute, or so, ramble that i tried to just let go without much thinking.
no edits. as much as i want to go back and read what i wrote, i won’t. lol. i’m posting.
listening to John Coltrane’s “Acknowledgement”, A Love Supreme.
now, keep in mind that i’m an artist!
and i’m sensitive about my shit
~ Erykah Badu
not knowing
sometimes
well, it’s the scariest part
knowing what you know
which is
nothing
you know that it makes sense
but you can’t prove it
it moves you and
through you and you know that it
consumes you
but you know
not why
but you fly
with this knowledge and feeling that you have
being able laugh in the face of adversity
and
scoff at troublesome woes
going
blow for blow with
negativity and
lifting self free of
superfluous beings attempting to
dwell in our realms…
knowing what i know
which is the infinite
equivalent
to nothing
be sure that you know
if anyone tells you they know the truth
more often than not
The Lone Ranger and Tonto went camping in the desert. After they got their tent all set up, both men fell sound asleep.
Some hours later, Tonto wakes the Lone Ranger and says, “Kemosabe, look towards sky, what you see?”
The Lone Ranger replies, “I see millions of stars.”
“What that tell you?” asked Tonto.
The Lone Ranger ponders for a minute then says,
“Astronomically speaking, it tells me there are millions of galaxies and potentially billions of planets. Astrologically, it tells me that Saturn is in Leo. Time wise, it appears to be approximately a quarter past three in the morning.
Theologically, the Lord is all-powerful and we are small and insignificant. Meteorologically, it seems we will have a beautiful day tomorrow. What’s it tell you, Tonto?”
“You dumber than buffalo chip. Someone stole the tent.”
he makes me want to regress to the days when i
was an impressionable young girl
and instead of being impressed with the thugs, ne’er-do-wells and the hopeless
i’d have been more deeply in tune with
the impressions
of him
more cognizant of the impact someone like him would have on my life
more aware that my choices would only stifle me and
trifle my life with
bitter snippets of
wrong answers
one of two weary dancers in a waltz long ended
dependent on misguided heartstrings
blindly leading the logically deprived and
striving for more from what’s so obviously
less
and it
brings me to a point where i’d like to regress
i’d like to re-address my conscience and processes of thought
reevaluate my preferences and circumstances wrought from
stillborn relationships
suggestions of anger management
passive-aggressive attacks and mutual respect massacres
snarls and glares replacing ghosts of a laughter that once was so abundant
because i’m sitting here relaxing after a good day’s work with “Without a Trace” on mute and John Mayer grooving on Grooveshark.com. i’ve always loved his song, “Gravity” but, for some strange reason, have never checked out any of his other stuff. weird, huh? lol. anyway, now that i AM checkin his other stuff (shout out to Craig Weaver!! ) i’m diggin quite a few of his songs.
here’s one that i’ve had on repeat for the past few days, lol.
when you listen to the words and think about what he’s singing about… think about what that feels like and even maybe reflect on a time when you yourself danced that dance… then you feeeeel the instrumentals as they seep into your spirit…
yeah…
ok… here’s another one
listen to that…
one thing i’ve noticed, watching these vids and listening to a lot of his stuff on Grooveshark.com, is that John Mayer is one hell of an entertainer. i’d definitely spend money to see him… if i happened to have money whenever he breezes through Philly, that is. lol.
*insert uncomfortable “writer’s block” moment*
i write because
sometimes i’m inspired and i want to capture a moment or a thought in a beautiful way
and that inspiration… well, there’s quite a few times when you’re not even really sure where it comes from and you find yourself….
yeah…
i don’t know what this is gonna be. i know what i want and what i’ve been dreaming of for… well, not that long, but long enough, i guess, to really focus on initiating some damn action, ya know?
ok…. i’m rambling and guess what?
i’m not even gonna read this before i click the button.
i will take the time out to insert little pixtahs n’stuff, though. lol. cuz i missed html on MySpace.com lol.
sometimes i write because i’m bored
i think that i think too much about my writing.
even when i’m working little snippets of “nothing” i’m reading and re-reading to be sure that i’ve crossed all my i’s and dotted all my t’s, ya know? i’m working on that, though… which is why i’m gon just let it fly. whatever comes to mind, is what i’ll write… maybe it’ll make sense later. lol.
ok… i’m gon go head and publish this puppy before i start editing myself…
it’s 2:19 am and i really should be asleep. i do have work in a few hours. i’ve always been a nocturnal type o’ gal, though, so this up late/up early stuff is nothing new for me.
so, i’m watching Law & Order – or it’s watching me – and listening to some tunes on grooveshark. thanks to a few friends on facebook, i discovered some new stuff… some good stuff
John Mayer’s “Slow Dancing in a Burning Room” is pretty hot… totally diggin it.
i miss these late night sessions of mine. i remember there was a time i’d have my music going, as it is now, and i’d find myself pulling creativity seemingly out of the air. i guess this is my attempt to get back to that. i know that i haven’t been focused on my writing… i haven’t placed it high enough on my list of priorities…
in essence, i’ve been letting it rot away
use it or lose it, right?
of course…
i don’t know where this blogspot is gonna take me. i do know, though, that i’ll never stray too far off the write path.
“Inside my empty bottle I was constructing a lighthouse while all the others were making ships.”
tryin to find, in my mind, the time to define
that which is me
tryin to debate why i wait to create the state of mind to satiate
the great-ness within
looking for a way to convey messages of grey on a day when the sun’s in my way
unable to say or portray the way
i feel
i
move with a groove that soothes and the truth is i use the blues as i choose to peruse my own views
of myself
there’s
a hole in my soul called unfulfilled goals and i stroll through this life playing multiple roles while watching the drolls mingle with trolls…laughing…not knowing for whom the bell really tolls…
i
am coasting this wave
bravely roasting the knaves
and your boasting only saves
you temporary face
i am victorious and proud, defeat not allowed, never bowed for the crowd or ignorantly loud
i’m just me
love
and joy
with occasional pain, dancing in the rain while you strain to gain the momentum i attain and it’s plain that your efforts
are in vain
i swim strong in this ocean
the exponent to your quotient
and with total devotion
this is a piece i wrote in April of 2008. yeah… i went diggin in my MySpace blogs. lol. i figured i’d transfer some stuff over… review what i’ve done in order to propel myself to where i’m going, ya know?
i’m hoping you guys will subscribe and check things out over here. i’m linking and adding stuff… formatting and whatnot… tryna see what’s gon be what over here.
well… without further ado…
~ i write: pt deux ~
as i fight through my plight
in the sight of what might,
to you, not be right
so you get all uptight
just because you don’t like what i write
i write
it’s expression of my pain
as i stand in the rain
and watch those that feign
concern for my bane
and it’s clear that they’re trained
to continue to stain
what joy i’ve attained
and before going insane
i’ll say it in plain
vernacular for you
i write
it’s the joy i feel
when my dreams become real
and the nipping at my heel as they determine to steal hope from me seals their fate on the wheel of life
i write
it’s the creativity in me
that sets my soul free
and it doesn’t judge me
for just being me
as it allows me to see
how impervious i’ll be
when my God given gift
is set forth on its spree
and lifts me up
to where HE wants me to be
i write
it’s comfort and clarity when my thoughts are askew
my own bit of charity when i see others go through
a definite disparity of what others may do
undeniable singularity, no matter what you hold true
i write
i do this for me
can’t you understand?
my thoughts may not always be pleasant when they land
but i’ll not still the pen that i hold in my hand
will not put to paper only what you demand
and in spite of the chance that you’ll reprimand
my choices
they’re mine…and by them, i’ll stand
ride my words…destination, my soul
there’s no price here, no need to pay toll
just sit back and get comfortable
and allow me to roll
my lyrical expressions toward my ultimate goal
and in spite of the hype that may undoubtedly alight
i’ll continue my flight undisturbed by the slight
cause no one can stop me from shining my light
or immobilize my pen when i use it
to write
this graphic captures the first "I Write" piece... sorta became my moniker on the Space and gave birth to part deux as well as this picture, which, by the way, i created entirely in a word document. pretty cool, huh?
) i’m diggin quite a few of his songs.
