liquid swords

gamble at a ramble

i am a communicator. i am a writer. 

i have an infatuation for attempting to deliver emotions, feelings, and what’s real to me. 

no one has the ability to completely express their emotions, feelings, and thoughts.

simply because words are merely symbols. our actions are simply symbols. 

therefore, i’m going to start doing more to make sure that i am communicating and expressing my art to the best of my ability. 

for the past few months, i’ve been trying to not live so impulsively because strictly thriving on emotions landed me in the danger zone but simply acting off of logic is kinda weak too. to get explicit, sometimes its cool to wait to take a shit. you might wanna sit down, read a magazine with your favorite roll of Charmin. you want to be comfortable. then sometimes, that dukey can’t wait. lol gotta step outside your comfort zone and take some chances. besides, that poop doesn’t give a damn about a fancy commode. 

but seriously, moderation has and always will be the key. hell, i’ll even moderately indulge from time to time. go the fuuuck in for a week, just to get back to business.

yo but i realize that on the streak of logical living, i did a shit ton of thinking and analyzing. i left no room for error, mostly because i was still trying to catch up and understand prior happenings. i didn’t even want to write because the logic didn’t want to allow the emotion to thrive, at any medium. not even on paper. smh

thank the most high for that wisdom though. now i have the ability to discern in my impulses. this wisdom makes doing me so much easier. i understand so much more about myself and other people.

definitely rambling right now, but the beauty about is that i can look back at this tomorrow and actually take something new and refreshing away from this.

honestly, these thoughts aren’t mine anyway. we’re just here to be the vessels of the message. recycle and share these thoughts. thats why our thoughts come, leave, change, and sometimes we lose them or run out of things to say…

like now.

vanity slaves

you love yourself, or so you say. i’m starting to think that you should seek to find a more complementary definition of beauty. yeaaaa. something that works for people other than yourself because all you seem to be doing is standing in the mirror. i want to see what you see, but you won’t allow me to view this reflection of yourself because you fear what’s real. you’re busy viewing yourself from the perspective of this obsolete mirror that since has been altered to give a clearer picture so you can really see your flaws. damn, yo. wtf. we’re in the era of high definition. maybe you’re like that chick with the not so good weave who thinks everything’s fine because her ex boyfriend is still trying to get with her. even though she knows in her heart that she’s miserable and wants something new. its time to go natural. stop wearing the mask and standing in front of this jaded mirror that doesn’t have the ability to magnify the bullshit.

people will lie to themselves & sacrifice their spirit for vanity. i love you and i send my condolences.

yellow

so neutral, so ambigious, so bright.

they don’t know what it means

but yet they yield in your presence

like the road they follow

like the highs they light

intertwined

stiff with tips that happen to be a shade lighter than the rest of you. i love how you swell when you’re overwhelmed with fluid. shake and get wild. its so intriguing to watch how you grow, so subtly before my eyes. we are two separate entities, but embracing you stimulates me. its so profound how you simultaneously represent rebellion & royalty..

making love to my huuurr :)

happy birthday nostalgia, ultra.

frankocean:

nahmsayin.

it happens…

at the most inconvenient moments,

on the train,

before i close my eyes at night,

when i’m listening to my favorite songs,

while i talk to the Most High,

when i look in the mirror,

walking through the city,

while i’m reading scripture,

when my mind is idle,

even as i’m smiling.

water is the universal solvent.