Hey, happy news years, or thatll be the case in a few hours. Anyhow, just thought id hop on and share a thought and wish you all a happy new year. Cant believe its really about to be 2010, its crazy how fast 2009 passed now that im looking 2010 in the face...alot of good happened in 09, and alot of bad of course...i look on it and thank God for the friends that i do have that are still close and also for the people who left my life and stopped talking to me, obviously for a reason that I dont know...I thank God for not quitting on me even though I had quit on him multiple times and for always being with me when i felt alone...I thank God for being able to see a new year, i dont take it lightly that im still alive to see 2010 coming..
Lol, when i look bad on it my bestfriend and I, Jordan Mclaughlin, had alot of misadventures lol. but it was definitely fun, and im thankful for a friend like him. lol. ok enough shout outs. Its gonna be 2010 in less than 2 hours!!!!!
oh yeah before i forget. to all of you who are going to parties and things like that, if your gonna get drunk, please dont drive afterward.
Happy New Years To All
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Hope you had a good and fun christmas
I for one had fun. It was the first time in 5 years me, my mom, and my brother spent together. Usually I go to Boston and my little bro goes to ATL. But all of us being together was pretty cool.
I hopw you guys got what you wanted for christmas, i for one got a PS3. not that i asked for it but cool. I learned not to expect anything, or ask for anything so if I dont get something then im not disapointed.
But then again, dont forget whaat christmas is really about. the birth of Jesus, which has become pushed aside but capitalism to many but to the rest of us we havent forgotten the reason for the season and neither should you.
I hopw you guys got what you wanted for christmas, i for one got a PS3. not that i asked for it but cool. I learned not to expect anything, or ask for anything so if I dont get something then im not disapointed.
But then again, dont forget whaat christmas is really about. the birth of Jesus, which has become pushed aside but capitalism to many but to the rest of us we havent forgotten the reason for the season and neither should you.
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Next Poem/Project
So over the last year ive been doing this fight between alters egos i invented, Tha Cool and Fall. Although they arent totally made up, well fall is. but Tha Cool is originally The Cool which was made by Lupe. And growing up i did hav two other sides to me that i "talked" to. Yes, i was kinda crazy growing up lol. But the nxt thing i wanna do is called "Diary of Autumn and Fall" Autumn is the female representitive of my hometown Boston and Fall is the character from the other poem i posted that I came up with. And its a story of how they came to be, what theyve done, and how they are now..just a rough sketch anyway, but im not gonna try and rush this like ive done with other poems in the past. That just leads to a years worth of writers block, trust me. So im gonna take my time and let this poem write its self. "Diary of Autumn and Fall" people, in the making.
"I Invented Sex" by Trey Songz
So i'm a fan of r&b artist that can actually sing, so trey songz is on my list of ppl I listen to. And he has this one song im sure all of your have heard, "I Invented Sex". Which is him talking to girl he's gonna hav sex with and him basically telling her that he's the shit because he puts it down. Its probly my favorite song of his.
The video is pretty cool too, not too much going on its just str8 and to the point. Although the only problem i guess i have is how arrogant trey songz and drake are in the song. Lol i can put it down too but you'll never hear me saying I invented sex.
From a spiritual standpoint it could be seen as blasphemous in a way because God invented sex and gave it to us as a gift for married men and women. But what can I say, he's a guy who's confident and I aint mad at him for it. No Homo. Lol.
Peace,
Tha Cool
The video is pretty cool too, not too much going on its just str8 and to the point. Although the only problem i guess i have is how arrogant trey songz and drake are in the song. Lol i can put it down too but you'll never hear me saying I invented sex.
From a spiritual standpoint it could be seen as blasphemous in a way because God invented sex and gave it to us as a gift for married men and women. But what can I say, he's a guy who's confident and I aint mad at him for it. No Homo. Lol.
Peace,
Tha Cool
Fall (End of Tha Cool)
So this is part two, to Memoirs of a Troubled Conscience and the end to the split personality theme for these two characters. Took me a year to write, i stopped working on it for a while and then had some extreme writers block. enjoy..
He looked a lot like me. His face was faintly visible but I could tell that I looked a lot like he. From a side his countenance resembled that of the devil. And from the other he resembled a mix of blue and yellow, green. Evil but mellow. Still he looked a lot like me. But I could feel there was something off about him like a vibe. It felt like he had no heart in his chest and no soul behind his eyes. Darkness obscures him and it’s the signature of his presence. He’s obsessive in his hate and meticulous in his murder so that he can smile in your pain. Your screams fuel his drive and the sadistic laugh that you hear. There is n remorse from him when he decides to end it. And the last thing you hear is [gotcha] when he sends it…It was like a poison, burning as it flowed through him. Blazing like he was on fire as obsession pushed him closer to insanity. But he needed it and it needed him, he drew his strength from it and it thrived off him. He fed it daily. Mainly, with images and thoughts of the hated. Who fights him for control of a soul. And a mind that’s mine with a diminished sense of righteousness, lack luster holiness, and no control in this…It began snowing as he walked out of an alleyway. He smiled at the thought of committing his murder on a snowy day. The street lights faded away as he walked past. His darkness replacing the light, giving the block a new mask. He smiled again because he could feel who he was looking for. His eyes rolled back into his head and he shivered with sick delight. He stopped walking and looked up to an apartment building and knew who he wanted was in there. He walked inside and went up to the third floor. A wicked smile broke through his lips as he walked up to the fourth door, and a sign on it read “Tha Cool’. He put both hands on the door and darkness surrounded him on all sides. Enveloping him in a cocoon as he tried to push through to the other side. First his arms and chest imprinted into the wall. His legs came next as he stepped through the wall. His face came last and he still had that smile on it. His darkness split open and ran through the room trying to drown all light out. He stepped to the face of his visibly smaller target and told him “We both can’t be here, someone has to die”. He almost laughed when he saw what looked like fear in his eyes. But whatever it was got replaced by rage, hate, bloodlust, and violence. He didn’t try to run when he pulled out, just stared at the familiar looking gun and the designs around the guns mouth. Then he pulled the trigger, but when he looked there was no one there. He heard a laugh come from behind him and shot over there. He heard him say “You can’t kill what you can’t see”. He shot once again but the figure moved faster than light and lighter than sound. Before he could shoot again he knocked him down. Grabbed him by his neck and hit him a few times while he was on the ground. He told him “You lost, can you feel it setting in? Hopelessness, anguish, despair, with death right around the bend”. He tried to get up so he put a knee on his chest and then pulled out. He convulsed with pleasure as he took in a breath and said ‘Let me take you out of your misery”. There was a flash of light and then nothing…From behind my eyes I watched as he stood over the body and stared at with disturbing satisfaction as the [gotcha] echoed through the room. Maybe he could feel me watching as he let his darkness dissipate enough for me to see him and the body below him and then back up, to notice him glowering at me, and then I realized what I’d seen. The laying on the ground was a part of he and the one standing there was me…He was Fall..and then I woke up…
He looked a lot like me. His face was faintly visible but I could tell that I looked a lot like he. From a side his countenance resembled that of the devil. And from the other he resembled a mix of blue and yellow, green. Evil but mellow. Still he looked a lot like me. But I could feel there was something off about him like a vibe. It felt like he had no heart in his chest and no soul behind his eyes. Darkness obscures him and it’s the signature of his presence. He’s obsessive in his hate and meticulous in his murder so that he can smile in your pain. Your screams fuel his drive and the sadistic laugh that you hear. There is n remorse from him when he decides to end it. And the last thing you hear is [gotcha] when he sends it…It was like a poison, burning as it flowed through him. Blazing like he was on fire as obsession pushed him closer to insanity. But he needed it and it needed him, he drew his strength from it and it thrived off him. He fed it daily. Mainly, with images and thoughts of the hated. Who fights him for control of a soul. And a mind that’s mine with a diminished sense of righteousness, lack luster holiness, and no control in this…It began snowing as he walked out of an alleyway. He smiled at the thought of committing his murder on a snowy day. The street lights faded away as he walked past. His darkness replacing the light, giving the block a new mask. He smiled again because he could feel who he was looking for. His eyes rolled back into his head and he shivered with sick delight. He stopped walking and looked up to an apartment building and knew who he wanted was in there. He walked inside and went up to the third floor. A wicked smile broke through his lips as he walked up to the fourth door, and a sign on it read “Tha Cool’. He put both hands on the door and darkness surrounded him on all sides. Enveloping him in a cocoon as he tried to push through to the other side. First his arms and chest imprinted into the wall. His legs came next as he stepped through the wall. His face came last and he still had that smile on it. His darkness split open and ran through the room trying to drown all light out. He stepped to the face of his visibly smaller target and told him “We both can’t be here, someone has to die”. He almost laughed when he saw what looked like fear in his eyes. But whatever it was got replaced by rage, hate, bloodlust, and violence. He didn’t try to run when he pulled out, just stared at the familiar looking gun and the designs around the guns mouth. Then he pulled the trigger, but when he looked there was no one there. He heard a laugh come from behind him and shot over there. He heard him say “You can’t kill what you can’t see”. He shot once again but the figure moved faster than light and lighter than sound. Before he could shoot again he knocked him down. Grabbed him by his neck and hit him a few times while he was on the ground. He told him “You lost, can you feel it setting in? Hopelessness, anguish, despair, with death right around the bend”. He tried to get up so he put a knee on his chest and then pulled out. He convulsed with pleasure as he took in a breath and said ‘Let me take you out of your misery”. There was a flash of light and then nothing…From behind my eyes I watched as he stood over the body and stared at with disturbing satisfaction as the [gotcha] echoed through the room. Maybe he could feel me watching as he let his darkness dissipate enough for me to see him and the body below him and then back up, to notice him glowering at me, and then I realized what I’d seen. The laying on the ground was a part of he and the one standing there was me…He was Fall..and then I woke up…
Memoirs Of A Troubled Conscience
He was thinking this could be my last night if I let this guy find me. He tried to push the thought from himself and ran to another part of his mind.
See, he heard footsteps, didn’t know what to expect.
All he knows is that he's running from someone and that he's really buggin'.
He doesn’t know how to get away even though it’s of his construction.
In his head he remembered how they all said "stop the shit your doing boy, your killing yourself".
He remembered telling them "Don’t worry about me, I got myself".
His thought process was interrupted by a sound.
His calm was corrupted by the fear that he got found.
Nothing happened, so his heart stopped beating so hard and everything was slowing down.
Just then a voice broke the silence.
Had a hint of anger in it, mixed with a touch of violence.
The owner of the voice, was just another man, or was it a boy?
The figure was about his height, they looked alike except for the slight.
Differences, the figure had a small cut on his right cheek.
His right hand was kinda scarred and he kept his piece on the left side of his jeans.
He told him this is all your fault, you could have stopped you from getting killed.
He knew that every word was true and it left him with cold chills.
He hung his head low and tried to come to terms with his reality.
He tried to put a smile on his face to hide the fear in he.
He said pick your head back up in the air and then he pulled out.
Left the piece in his face so he could stare down the guns mouth.
He looked past the gun and up his arm just to see.
The one holding the gun to my face, was me...
He knew that he would die because of the way he lived.
Knew one day it would all catch up and come back for him.
On the outside, the smallest of a fuck he could not give.
But under the exterior he had conflict within.
He didn’t want to stop but he knew that he shouldn’t go.
Didn’t know what he was trying to prove, didn’t know what he was trying to show.
He could get everyone else to shut up about it but his conscience wouldn’t leave him alone.
So he started writing in his black notebook.
Writing to write away the emotions that had him shook.
His conscience told him everything your doing is killing you, he told it to shut up, put his notebook down and walked out his door.
And he never got to write the Memoirs of a troubled conscience anymore.....
See, he heard footsteps, didn’t know what to expect.
All he knows is that he's running from someone and that he's really buggin'.
He doesn’t know how to get away even though it’s of his construction.
In his head he remembered how they all said "stop the shit your doing boy, your killing yourself".
He remembered telling them "Don’t worry about me, I got myself".
His thought process was interrupted by a sound.
His calm was corrupted by the fear that he got found.
Nothing happened, so his heart stopped beating so hard and everything was slowing down.
Just then a voice broke the silence.
Had a hint of anger in it, mixed with a touch of violence.
The owner of the voice, was just another man, or was it a boy?
The figure was about his height, they looked alike except for the slight.
Differences, the figure had a small cut on his right cheek.
His right hand was kinda scarred and he kept his piece on the left side of his jeans.
He told him this is all your fault, you could have stopped you from getting killed.
He knew that every word was true and it left him with cold chills.
He hung his head low and tried to come to terms with his reality.
He tried to put a smile on his face to hide the fear in he.
He said pick your head back up in the air and then he pulled out.
Left the piece in his face so he could stare down the guns mouth.
He looked past the gun and up his arm just to see.
The one holding the gun to my face, was me...
He knew that he would die because of the way he lived.
Knew one day it would all catch up and come back for him.
On the outside, the smallest of a fuck he could not give.
But under the exterior he had conflict within.
He didn’t want to stop but he knew that he shouldn’t go.
Didn’t know what he was trying to prove, didn’t know what he was trying to show.
He could get everyone else to shut up about it but his conscience wouldn’t leave him alone.
So he started writing in his black notebook.
Writing to write away the emotions that had him shook.
His conscience told him everything your doing is killing you, he told it to shut up, put his notebook down and walked out his door.
And he never got to write the Memoirs of a troubled conscience anymore.....
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Jus trying this thing out
Whats up, been doing this blogging thing on other websites and found that i didnt like it there too much. So im trying it out here on this one. jus gonna talk about w/e.
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