Express yourself.
Creativity is the soul. The expression of the soul is unique to each. Creativity is that expression. Finding one's own creativity is akin to acheieving spiritual liberation. This is what creativity means to me. Whether it be through prose, poetry, creative writing, photography, sport, dancing or even just the crazy way I interact with people, it is a part of my all encompassing creativity. It is the rich texture of life
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
The Safest Bet
The safest bet is this. There is none. There is only progress. There is only an accumulation of experience. Make your decisions and move forward. Move onward. I guess... Today I play the safest bet.
Peace means love
Nappy Head
Peace means love
Nappy Head
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Vacuum
Hollow hearts reach, plead and die.
Hollow hearts need, so their claws dig deep.
Cut it out and die in its absence.
Peace means love
Nappy Head
Hollow hearts need, so their claws dig deep.
Cut it out and die in its absence.
Peace means love
Nappy Head
Bucketsfull
Imagine it was what you wanted. Imagine you actually got it. Imagine there was nothing worth working for. Imagine there was nothing worth fighting for. Fuckit. We fight. It kinda gives it meaning, but is that how we do it? Is that how we involve ourselves? Shouldn't the meaning pre-exist the act of creating meaning?
Fuckit. Drink a bucket of it. Fuckit.
Peace means love
Nappy Head
Fuckit. Drink a bucket of it. Fuckit.
Peace means love
Nappy Head
"I knew I was wrong"
"I knew I was wrong..."
There's this fuckit in me right now. Live, do, let be.
"... for thinking that she cared..."
Yo man. What can I say? It's all about this journey.
"... that's why I stay prepared..."
You'll never catch me on the downhill slope. I manage that shit. Fuckit. My heart of steal pumps abrasive rusty chunks through my veins. Oh God, I can feel it coursing through my veins.
"... What was I to do?"
It isn't what you think. Nothing can do it justice. I mean this thing we call experience. Life. Nothing can do it justice. Just as well.
Peace means love.
Nappy head
There's this fuckit in me right now. Live, do, let be.
"... for thinking that she cared..."
Yo man. What can I say? It's all about this journey.
"... that's why I stay prepared..."
You'll never catch me on the downhill slope. I manage that shit. Fuckit. My heart of steal pumps abrasive rusty chunks through my veins. Oh God, I can feel it coursing through my veins.
"... What was I to do?"
It isn't what you think. Nothing can do it justice. I mean this thing we call experience. Life. Nothing can do it justice. Just as well.
Peace means love.
Nappy head
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Text messaging 5
Woah. I saw th bestest signpost2day. I know U love readin th signs. Took a pic. U wanna C it?
Peace means love.
Nappy head
Peace means love.
Nappy head
Text messaging 4
Jimmy thinks it's funny. Says I talk a lot. Wants2meet this new person in my life. Hahaha. U'r not new.
Peace means love.
Nappy head
Peace means love.
Nappy head
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Text messaging 3
Lol, I hav no intentions-so dont go givin me any ideas nw. I may jus take them seriaasly... :P
Peace means love.
Nappy head
Peace means love.
Nappy head
Monday, August 30, 2010
Text messaging 2
Hee hee. Ur response last nyt was quite cocky, but yeah, U amuse me.When R we catching up again?
Peace means love.
Nappy head
Peace means love.
Nappy head
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Text messaging 1
Was thinkin of U2day. Don't quite kno how or why U entered my thorts. Anyways, hope U gd.
Peace means love
Nappy Head
Peace means love
Nappy Head
Saturday, August 21, 2010
* uninspired desire
Uninspired desire, flaming empires.
towers of dust,shower thy lust,
existential experiment, protracted relevance
Echo my fuming disgust
in canyons of thought
absent minded
I hollow
May the gallows
hallow my metaphysical presence
as I ascend
rolling motionless
after the guillotine descends
Peace means love.
Nappy head
towers of dust,shower thy lust,
existential experiment, protracted relevance
Echo my fuming disgust
in canyons of thought
absent minded
I hollow
May the gallows
hallow my metaphysical presence
as I ascend
rolling motionless
after the guillotine descends
Peace means love.
Nappy head
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Monday, August 9, 2010
Friday, July 30, 2010
Monday, July 26, 2010
they do falter
oh wow. there are these moments when the heart does falter. often I go swinging, weeping and then singing. introspective pains I do bear. never for too long. these are moments. they flit and flutter. iconic derivatives of passion. mmm. a pity there is no candy in my soul. I would lick the candy off my heart. I would chew the toffee blissfully. instead, I have a bucket in my chest. a bucket that overflows constantly. droplets, that run down the fibres of a discordant central nervous system, seem to be a complex mastery of intensity. mmm. how this sway of the fickle heart becomes a preposterous soothing fray. watch as I tumble, fall, slip, jump - live. I live. no matter the bargain, I live. crawling, sniveling, walking, running, jumping me. look I have snot in the nose. I love, lust - live. honest hearts bear the strength of legions, but they do falter. they are honest. they must. oh wow. there are those moments that pass. contained in these moments, the emptying of bottomless buckets as the heart falters. the heart does falter.
Peace means love.
Nappy head
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Techniques in Methodology, Prey to Technology
scribble jam artist
beating rhythms into keypads
my future
your future
We hold fast to sentiments
We save face
and face personified repercussions
we save face
save for the face we must hide
as we bend
and are poisoned by the ejaculations
of filthy circuitry and static charges
Silly ostriches with disproportionate brains
tuck our heads in the grainy sands of truth
Yet, how true is death
Wait,
We cannot deny progress
and framing perspectives
Rest in peace
May your text messaging
slay my metaphors.
Peace means love
Nappy Head
We hold fast to sentiments
We save face
and face personified repercussions
we save face
save for the face we must hide
as we bend
and are poisoned by the ejaculations
of filthy circuitry and static charges
Silly ostriches with disproportionate brains
tuck our heads in the grainy sands of truth
Yet, how true is death
Wait,
We cannot deny progress
and framing perspectives
Rest in peace
May your text messaging
slay my metaphors.
Peace means love
Nappy Head
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