Song of the week!

Song on replay! Everybody has that one song that they put on repeat, when they’re driving along in their car, or hitting the streets by foot.

Complexity

The Roots Ft Jill Scott

Chorus

I've been wondering about the complexity

Of what we have it shouldn't be

More

Just can't see

More

You're physically in this, but how could we tell

If we was meant to be in bliss if you're not mentally as well?

This energy you're sending me is tricky as hell

Usually it's like a 50/50, we could take a L

Before we start things, at this point being apart brings

The feeling of somebody plucking at your heart strings

I know it probably shouldn't feel like this

But any other woman I see is in your likeness

It's from your cheekbones

to your lips, to your curves, to your deep moans

To that walk, to your words

You love feeling like a breakdown on the verge

First we on good terms, then you on my last nerves

Got my back just aching, my shoes is all tight

It's too complex when we choose to do it right

It's wrong, one minute you a soldier strong

Then you trying a route talking about it's over and gone

[Chorus]

When your boyfriend's in town, it's bound to be trouble, Love

His name Black, and he known to be a lover of

Getting it on with my smoker's jacket on

Eyes racing back and forth listening to Chaka Khan

Trying to figure the cause why you always acting off

like I'm slacking off

Maybe our signal's getting crossed

For the case Love, you feel like you making a waste of

Your precious time you need to get a taste of

Some space to breathe, a moment as friends

We should've felt ourselves slipping into it again

Cuz it's like off and on, on and off

Passion, lost and found, found and lost

Clashing, asking for nothing but understanding

Your hearts made of glass, use care when handling

Girl, all in all I never leave you stranded

Cuz my respect you commanded, you figure it out

[Chorus]

I used to come into the party and stand around

Cuz I was kinda too shy to really get down

I used to play the corner and watch the scene

Deep down knowing I wanted to find me a queen

And I could feel that in my stomach and up in my chest

Because I knew a lot of women, and some was fresh

But then I found you girl, and just like me

You had a heart that was yearning to be set free

Now listen, see you and me we need to take the time

To erase any doubt that's inside your mind

It's not a mountain that I'm ever too tired to climb

And who's counting, but I know at least a thousand times

I let you know I'm here for you, care for you, and confide in you

Break bread, share with you, and provide for you

And that's full time, it's no 9 to 5 with you

That's why I'm trying to work it out with you, it's gonna work

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Love, Music, and Dance

Love & Music?

That first glance says just as much as that first dance. The first time you lay your eyes upon one another. The first time your bodies move in synch to the rhythm. The moment your bodies intertwine and your destination is in the hands of the music surrounding you. And in that moment the fact that you and your dance partner are strangers doesn’t even cross your mind. With in the first step you take together on the dance floor, you let your guard down and all boundaries are set aside until the music stops playing. Although on the surface it may appear to be just physical attraction. The idea that a spiritual connection is made as you physically become synchronized is not to far fetched.

(Before I go any further by no means is this an invitation to take the number of every man or woman you meet at the club and hope that one of them must be your future husband or wife or even soul mate, still proceed with caution.) You’re in an isolated environment where the music has the majority of control over the mood and atmosphere of the people and the contained area. Music is the external factor that has engaged you and your dance partner.

Tired

Tired of dreaming

Looking around and everyone’s scheming

Dancing around in a carnal circle

These walls might as well be purple

Masses eyes clouded with thick haze

Common sense is the key to life’s maze

Oxy moron, cause basics is far from common these days

How do we continue living in these superficial ways?

Focusing on the collar

Letting it determine the weight of our dollar

20 centuries and our worlds in shambles

Death and taxes is becoming just another gamble

Public certainties are filled with hypocrisy

As society forgets the purpose of philosophy

Abolishing why, priority is the product

Environment takes a back seat as we oow and ahh at the object

Water and oil are now united by money

Never mixed, now ain’t that funny

Sit in a room and look behind the labels

You’ll realize that their stories are short lived fables

Knowledge is essential yet understanding is deeper

To a place where the price of success is cheaper

Open your eyes as you succeed

Eventually you’ll see that you’ve broke the mold

There’s one less cycle you’ll need to repeat

Don’t be fooled by smoke screens and mirrors

Remember who you are and the struggles you’ve seen

That have made you the person the world has grown to see

Fight boredom

Who would have thought in a million years peace and sanity would be found on these keys.

It’s funny how life makes a full circle. From the time we’re born with our loved ones around us to the time we must part and they congregate mournfully as we descend beneath the ground or turn to ash. They’ll always remember the day you were born and the date you move on. The years in between just become a summary you would find on the back of the novel of the last book you read. The day’s when you sat quietly together silent enough to hear a pin drop will be over looked by the time when you went to Disney Land. These may appear to be two obvious extremes. Why would you remember the quiet uninterrupted moments over the glitz and the glam? Sadly moments can no longer be intimate unless there is an outside factor stimulating your senses. Which then leads to a disease that has plagued the world, has gotten many in trouble for no good reason, has torn apart relationships, it is even the underlying reason why approximately 50% of the news is fluff. BOREDOM! This new found…or maybe not so new notion that one’s senses must be physically stimulated by an outside party at all times. Whether the outside party be human, or electronic if it does not exist in our lives for even 10 minutes, we sigh, get frustrated. Boys and girls what do we call this Boredom. But our mass producers are catching on. The creators of the ipod are by far not ignorant to this notion. As you walk down a busy street or ride the subway, train, or bus count how many people around you are listening to an ipod. Don’t get me wrong music is an essential part of life, but silence and undistracted thought is just as important. It’d be to easy to discuss the damage that your ear undergoes by the need to fill that soundless void.

If you really want to win the fight against boredom. Turn the Ipod off and make time to learn the foundation of music. An Instrument.

Who are we?

Who are we?

Who are we? Or Should I say “who am I?” Could we be players in a game? Just a part of a pre-recorded main frame? Destined to be categorized and stamped, labeled by country, state, ethnicity, occupation, education, age, height, status. There are complications that occur in this main frame, yet very few take a moment to acknowledge and obverse. By neglecting these inconsistencies we fall into the lion’s mouth. At the age of 4 you must enter Pre School and learn how to play and share…because sharing is caring. But if the most important stage of our development that will have some shape or form an impact on who we are when we enter adolescence and even possibly adulthood then why do we pump our children with Barney and Dora the Explorer? Send them to school to play and bring them home to meet and learn to mindlessly enjoy their life long friend. Who will comfort them when they are lonely, make noise because they’ll eventually not be able to stand silence. Will more than likely introduce them to the never ending cycle of consumerism. Who will distract them from life beyond walls. It may educate them on exotic destinations but reduce their drive to actually go out and visit them, because their will become complacent due to the fact that they must leave their couch in order to experience something. How many times have you continued watching a show just because you didn’t want to get up and get the remote to change the channel?

We reach the pressures of puberty. Which is something that happens naturally, fluctuation of hormones, a defining point in our lives that will physically differentiate us from one another as woman and man, girl and boy, girl and woman, and boy and man. In our day and age all of the chemicals we eat on a daily basis combined with the injections we pump in our livestock to help them reproduce and grow, so they can increase in speed and quantity to our kitchens, might have had a slight affect on our bodies with regards to puberty. But the point is the young man whose voice hasn’t changed yet, or hasn’t yet progressed towards his final height will be mocked and ridiculed by the other boys or should I say young men who hit puberty at the “right” age. Just as some females will hear “you’re as flat as a board” their teen idols are on the covers of FHM etc with their cleavage up to their chins.

Now let us skip all of the peer pressure that comes along with 19 and 21 for our friends to the south. The anxiety of finding who you are because you’re so distracted by the three letter word attached to drinking until you can’t stand and smoking until you just have to sleep. Because really it’s just a waste of time and you’ll be lucky if you realize that after your first few encounters. But if you stick to the main frame you’ll keep trucking and move right on to mid twenties. For women at the prime or not so prime age of 25 you should be looking for your life long partner, your partner in crime who will be the bread winner and father to your 2.5 children. Hopefully you’ve met Mr. Wonderful before 25 cause I mean 26 is right around the corner and not only will your biological clock start ticking you’re parents will be knocking on your door waiting to adore your offspring.

Men, on the other hand don’t quite yet have to be ready to settle down, but they sure as hell have better started. Society is waiting for them to enter the work force. By 25 if you’re playing the game just as you were intended to you should be living the “lifestyle.” And boy that girl that was by your side before you entered the world wind doesn’t step up don’t worry your in your prime there’re plenty more where she came from. It’s almost like men have two mid life crisis’s. #1 when the COLLAR yes the collar corrupts. #2 when they’re inner self realizes that they’ve lost the fight versus the collar and the inner child is looking for round two.

There is no tangent here to be found! These are just some loop holes in the game that one should not begin to devalue their self worth if they do not mindlessly engage in the main frame the one and only game. Society.

So before things get to your head

Before the image you portray today wins the battle between you and the world

Wake up and look around

You may be surprised by what you’ve found

You may ask yourself who am I? Who is this? When did it all happen?

I wish you all the best. I really hope you’ll wake up in time to pass life’s test.

I’m starting this blog with intentions of expressing some thoughts from with in with the world…or all of those who have access to the internet. In this day and age I’m sure we’re all connected in some form or fashion. Anywho before I head out I’m going to share my first article of writing.

Slaving away as we’re aging away

Fraying away as we watch them play

Feeding us exotic cars, fast cash, hot bods, erotic whores

Won’t somebody please close this door

It’s got us judging and calculating love with superficial figures

Analyzing and judging the intensity of love by media denominations

Searching for plastic mates in a flesh ridden world

Got every foreign woman yearning to be that Cosmo girl

One glance and you’ll call her a pearl

Sex and romance and you tell her she’s your world

Think again she’s got you in a trance

Look with in and you’ll see past her dance

Look close deep down in her pores

And you’ll find out she was never really yours.

RMS Express