Friday, April 22, 2011

Origin

Itz hard to coherently describe my thots nowadays. Don't ask me why, I'm happier than I've been in ages. I sleep with a smile on my face, dawn comes with rejuvenated joy.I'm immune to writer's block, I guess I'm just nervous about baring my soul for the world to read, so I restrict most of my writing to the pages of my mind. Page after page, the ink bleeds, giving shape to letters, words and thots. I'm a dreamer, I don't make any apologies for it, dreams are the framework of my reality. I live in my imagination, if I can't visualize it, then it doesn't make much sense to me. I paint in my dreams, bold patches of color mingled with patches of nondescript blankness, an urban rainbow meshed in an orthodox jungle. The beautiful thing about art is itz blurring clarity, different visuals elicit varying interpretations. An apple on a tree evokes memories of the forbidden fruit, viewed from wide angles the main characters in the picture have different perspectives, why was the apple forbidden, was Adam with Eve when the snake made a move? Let's see if we can work with that...


"It was a beautiful afternoon, darkness was an anomaly in the Garden, the sun hung suspended in the skies, you could feel the soft breeze on your skin, the sweet fragrances in the air...you could also hear the leaves of the apple tree whispering softly, gently caressed by the wind, they swayed with a hidden passion to rhythms that were unknown to the human mind. She gazed at the apple...Was it curiosity in her eyes? amazement? wonder? He lay right next to her...just beneath the shade of the tree. His eyes firmly fixed on her, love deeply etched in his gaze, she was his rib after all, so his heart beat to her rhythm...Its voice was charming, smooth like sparkling wine, polished and hypnotic...the voice spoke to her...soft yet firm...she fell...that was the turning point...he would do anything for her..."

Itz not hard to visualize...

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Morning Blues...

The cock never crows in the city...
Sleep ushers in the sweetest thots...
Dreams never felt so good...
Cocooned in layers of Coco berry moments...
Frozen time, zero gravity...
Pearls of laughter, shaped like tear-drops...
Nectar soaked voice, rhythmic sweet buzz...
Dancing eyes, swaying to visual salsa melodies...
Smooth bronze skin, kissed by the sun...
Body curves fluid and merging like poetry...
A beautiful heart, sound mind...
She glances in his direction...
Fluttering eyelashes...
Lips curved by the symmetry of her smile...
The clock chimes...7 A.M
Love tastes so good...

The Usual Suspects vol. 1

Manhattan, NY...
A few weeks ago...

Time was about 4am, that hour of the morning when the clouds turn in their slumber, stretching and awaiting the morning kiss of the sun. Twas still pitch black, but typical of the city, the purity of the night was defiled by taxi horns and the merry laughter and raised voices of clubgoers on their journey home. That was the scene @ 29th and 7th ave... can't recall the exact coordinates, after effects of an alcohol spiked mind. Clumsy footfalls announced the oncoming entourage, the Usual Suspects, on the way back from the club, trading tales of the escapades of the night...Gusty laughter bounces into the night as one awkward detail is revealed, only to be outdone by another. Suddenly, the equilibrium of the exodus home gets shattered by one unlikely act...

A stunning catwalking chick enters the picture, clothes clinging to the outline of her body, sashaying on heels that defied logic, a'kin to your typical Kodak moment that snaps you out of your reverie. Laughter is paused in motion, eyes slowly navigate to her figure...then the trance is broken by one simple action. Was she a lady in red? nah, she was clad in black, all black. Whilst the usual suspects glanced admiringly at her, she plunged her hand into her purse brought out her phone, placed it to her right ear and continued walking...Now try to understand this...the Usual Suspects were walking on the curb, they may have been tipsy, but their vision and thinking was straight, "La femme fatale" in black was strutting on the street... So the following convo ensued...

Usual Suspect # 1: Yo Shawtie, Don't act like u r on the phone, I know you aint talking to no one on that phone and while u are at it, stop walking on the street...

La Femme Fatale a.k.a. Shawtie: Say what? For your information, I have a 3.5 GPA and I'm doing my masters, so watch your mouth...

Usual Suspect # 2: What has your GPA got to do with this?

Usual Suspect # 1: You still aint talkin to no one on the phone, stop faking!

La Femme Fatale a.k.a. Shawtie: @#%$*%! eyes rolling, attitude on full blast...You have a stupid accent!

Usual Suspect # 3: Accent? What type? British? Look at this brooklyn babe o...

Usual Suspect # 4: Everybody take a deep breath, we all need to relax...

All hell breaks lose! fingers wagging, raised voices mingled with laughter, lost directions...where did we park the car? circus...

Just another day...

One other thing...
I was a guest speaker at a recent event and one of the questions I posed to the audience was "Would I hire ME?" Got me thinking later about a chain of other questions...The concept behind the question was to place urself in the shoes of the other party...stand before a mirror and ask ur reflection a simple question..."Would u hire me?" "Would u date me if I asked?" "Would u marry me if I proposed/asked?"...Real tough question...I sure do know that I would marry me! I am a certified pro, a confirmed cook, a handy man, and a host of other stuff! What more could I want? wink wink...Narcissism...lol