I have been thinkin lately
Yeah, yeah…
I know right, thinkin.
But I’ve been thinkin, that I shouldn’t dream, well, not of love anyhow.
For some reason, it seems the whole love thing has given up on me.
Its not their fault, well, not entirely, this battle worn heart of mine is calloused.
And is overgrown with with thick layers of fear woven together like a laberynth of poisonous raser-sharp-thorn-bushes, impossible to manuver and deadly.
Well…
That may be a bit of an exageration, just a wee…
But the point is that I have yet to find the one who can unlock the prison gates that hold this heart of mine pent.
What happened to bumping into your soul mate at the super-market
!!CRASH!!
Spilling all the contents in your arms, like
“oops, sorry…”
And falling madly in love, forever?
Where did the late night phone calls go?
You know the ones we use to make, just to hear each other’s voice?
Before there were text messages and short-hand-computer-jargin L.O.L.’s and O.M.G.’s?
Before MYSPACE, FACEBOOK and HTTP://WWW.EVERYOTHERSOCIALNETWORK.COM/?
And mail order brides from UGOTRANSLUTVANIA flooding my emails I never gave to anyone, I thought, I didn’t trust?
When you had to actually call someone, stop what you were doing, sit down, and talk?
Because if there was a cell phone around, it was the size of a suit case and it would give you a brain tumor just looking at the contraption?
Its like the world has gotten too fast for love and too short for forever and no one likes to meet in public anymore…
4 people at a table, with 4 other people all texting 4 other people at 4 other tables, with 4 other people all texting 4 other people at 4 other tables with 4 other people and so on…
Forgetting the waitress with the cute smile whom did her make-up just to be pretty at work.
But, don’t say hello, cuz you’ll spook the skin off the pour girl. And don’t ask her for her number without your FACEBOOK RESUME, pictures included and dated, prepaired and calibrated for instant download on PDA platform digitation.
What happened to walks in the park and awquard moments, not filled with the chimes of status updates, now those, oh so welcome interruptions? “I just had a penut butter sandwich, mmmmm…”
!!HOW USELESS!!
It’s like love isn’t meant to last, but is it even here any more?
How can I find it amidst this barrage of inqueries?
The world got so much smaller with all these devises and networks but all it did was crowd out Ms. Right.
Thought it would be easier, but awe well…
Just stay focused, build this company, turn this dirt into an empire, make music until my ears can’t hear and forget about this love thing, dreams are for kids, “SILLY RAPPER.” But I tell you what, silly or not, I desperatly wait to find the woman who can derail me like a car on the train tracks and consume me. A woman so worth while I could forget just what it is I am doing here. A woman so fun to be around and that made me feel so good I couldn’t help but be near, couldn’t help but call just to hear her say, “Hello.”
I miss childish things like dreams.
And that’s why when I walk through the super-market I carry my basket in my hands, because one day, when I’m all wrapped up in building my empire and being a successful musician and I forget about women, I’m just in a rush to get what I need all discombobulated in my head with plans and techicalities, I will clumsily bump into a woman, lose all the contents in my basket, and she’ll say “Hello…” with a twinkle-in-he- eyes, derailing everything I think is so inportant about right now… and she’ll show me, a glimpse, of forever…
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Renaissance The Poet / Blog
"not titled yet" ( a work in progress )
You ever get the feeling that this is it? Like you look down the hollow tunnel of your future and see the same thing over and over and over again like a revolving door or reruns on "Nick AT Night" playing shows that aired before you were born? You ever stop and think that there has got to be more to life than this? Like you weren't meant to be here but you got stuck in this reality like an image in a mirror, forever trying to get out and experience life... It wasn't meant to be like this I had the greatest of plans I was to sail the seven seas Fight pirates in foreign lands Over canons booming Captains barking orders & crews running amuck to win Waking to sunrises on beaches That had never before been seen Free, with out a care in the world Because the world was what we made it to be I was to dance with a princess In a great banquet hall A celebration to commemorate An evil tyrants fall All my great adventures in war Had earned me this this one small chance to hold the woman I loved If even for but one dance & in all my wildest dreams I could have never asked but as we twirled into the night we just laughed and laughed and laughed I was suppose to have a dragon As my gaurdian and closest friend & we'd fly into battle Parting clouds, soaring on the wind... ( To Be Continued )
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You
The Temptation of being with you overrides all my rational thought, unwrites all the ststuesque figures of whom I have built myself up to be. I question everything until I cease to question and all I have left is this feeling that overwhelms me. Desire. Both my liberator and a misty dream barely discernable. It burns in my veins until the only thought I have is touching you, you, my stary night. All my logic tells me to forget, but I am powerless, you have stolen my heart as the morning takes the night. I fought against seein you with all my might and all my strength counted for nothing. I simply had no defense against you. The great wall I constructed to keep me safe, the vast laberynth I built to deter the most persistant persuant amounted to nil because you drew me out, vonerable, naked, without shame or remorse. Every molecule of my being vibrates at a higher rate just because you are near. Tasting your fregrance as a Hummingbird does honeysuckle I dance around you and worship your being. Somehow you have awoken a long dormant part of me which seemed lost forever and now is more alive than it has ever been. You take my breath away and it is my gift to you, a rare beauty in a world of dreams. Trembling, I reach out to feel your warmth in fear that this moment will vanish forever into memory. I can not remeber yesterday and tomorrow no longer matters. You have me now, all that I am is yours...
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The Story behind the song
This is the introduction of how life appeared to me as I began to write. The story behind how I found my pen is as tragic as it is amazing. I was a very troubled adolescent; full of fear; caught in the whirlwind of rebellion; a slave to drugs; a prominent gang member; and prone for prison. During an incarceration the powers to be decided it would be benificial for me to complete a drug rehibilitation while locked up. The treatment councelor gave me these packets that had questions I had to answer about myself. I brought these packets back to my cell and would lay half off my bed to catch the light through the window in the door. Now I had never looked at nor thought of myself in those ways, actually it was very difficult at first. Yet, what I soon discoved was that my entire life I had been completely shut off from showing any emotion and I had absolutely no clue who I was. Strangely, from this individual who only saw the world in black and white, emotions began to flood into me as if a damn had been broken, it overwhelmed me, and my black and white universe filled in with shades of grey and finally color. After that I could not stop writing to save my life and all these burried fears and emotions found their way into the countless notebooks I have filled since. For instance, the struggle to make my stand as a man as far from my father as humanly possible. I was released from prison and wis I could say that I was set on a new path but that was not the case. However, from that moment forth, I always had a note book with me and eventually broke through the delusion that I was happy with the life I was leading. I even made the decision to commit suicide and as I walked to releave myself of this earthly shell, the memory stint in prison came back to me, and that feeling of peace hinted, I could almost taste it. I didn't commit suicide that day, obviously, and I cleaned up for good. It has almost been ten years since that day. Truly, writing has saved my life and through it I have come to discover who I am and who I want to be.
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Foolish Dream
I have been thinkin lately Yeah, yeah… I know right, thinkin. But I’ve been thinkin, that I shouldn’t dream, well, not of love anyhow. For some reason, it seems the whole love thing has given up on me. Its not their fault, well, not entirely, this battle worn heart of mine is calloused. And is overgrown with with thick layers of fear woven together like a laberynth of poisonous raser-sharp-thorn-bushes, impossible to manuver and deadly. Well… That may be a bit of an exageration, just a wee… But the point is that I have yet to find the one who can unlock the prison gates that hold this heart of mine pent. What happened to bumping into your soul mate at the super-market !!CRASH!! Spilling all the contents in your arms, like “oops, sorry…” And falling madly in love, forever? Where did the late night phone calls go? You know the ones we use to make, just to hear each other’s voice? Before there were text messages and short-hand-computer-jargin L.O.L.’s and O.M.G.’s? Before MYSPACE, FACEBOOK and HTTP://WWW.EVERYOTHERSOCIALNETWORK.COM/? And mail order brides from UGOTRANSLUTVANIA flooding my emails I never gave to anyone, I thought, I didn’t trust? When you had to actually call someone, stop what you were doing, sit down, and talk? Because if there was a cell phone around, it was the size of a suit case and it would give you a brain tumor just looking at the contraption? Its like the world has gotten too fast for love and too short for forever and no one likes to meet in public anymore… 4 people at a table, with 4 other people all texting 4 other people at 4 other tables, with 4 other people all texting 4 other people at 4 other tables with 4 other people and so on… Forgetting the waitress with the cute smile whom did her make-up just to be pretty at work. But, don’t say hello, cuz you’ll spook the skin off the pour girl. And don’t ask her for her number without your FACEBOOK RESUME, pictures included and dated, prepaired and calibrated for instant download on PDA platform digitation. What happened to walks in the park and awquard moments, not filled with the chimes of status updates, now those, oh so welcome interruptions? “I just had a penut butter sandwich, mmmmm…” !!HOW USELESS!! It’s like love isn’t meant to last, but is it even here any more? How can I find it amidst this barrage of inqueries? The world got so much smaller with all these devises and networks but all it did was crowd out Ms. Right. Thought it would be easier, but awe well… Just stay focused, build this company, turn this dirt into an empire, make music until my ears can’t hear and forget about this love thing, dreams are for kids, “SILLY RAPPER.” But I tell you what, silly or not, I desperatly wait to find the woman who can derail me like a car on the train tracks and consume me. A woman so worth while I could forget just what it is I am doing here. A woman so fun to be around and that made me feel so good I couldn’t help but be near, couldn’t help but call just to hear her say, “Hello.” I miss childish things like dreams. And that’s why when I walk through the super-market I carry my basket in my hands, because one day, when I’m all wrapped up in building my empire and being a successful musician and I forget about women, I’m just in a rush to get what I need all discombobulated in my head with plans and techicalities, I will clumsily bump into a woman, lose all the contents in my basket, and she’ll say “Hello…” with a twinkle-in-he- eyes, derailing everything I think is so inportant about right now… and she’ll show me, a glimpse, of forever… .
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Renaissance The Poet's albulm debute soon to be released
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