First and for most all men are idiots...ok let’s not be harsh....they're children and like a two year old you always have to do everything for them, even thinking! They must be taken care of, they must constantly be reprimanded and it’ll always be the usual: “but what did I do?”
We only wish we could shake the stupid out of them, we wish we could knock some reason into those...”but i don’t get what the big deal is?!” mentalities of theirs?!
To them we will always be blowing things out of proportion, we’ll always be the unsolved mysteries... but really women are like cats, rub them up the right way, give them the right amount of attention, and give them enough space when it’s time to and they will purr with pleasure.
But this is not about women, men ARE children, who must ALWAYS be treated, pampered, given credit but conducted with the right level of firmness without being too rigid. Every man wants a woman he will be able to respect yet still feel equal to, treat like a queen but still feel king of his domain. Have his macho tantrums but always be brought down to size without a bruised ego...hell why do you think we call’em baby, is not just a pet name!!!
The mystery to the opposite sex is not so much a mystery, truth is not matter how much humanity evolves, men will always remain traditional, hence why each and all of them wants to marry his mother( not meant literally, just in case), his mother is the perfect model of what a woman should be or-in some instances- should NOT be, now with things made that simple, look at how our mothers are in contrast to us, and we say men have no recognition for us...on the contrary, they notice and scrutinize every last detail, hence why the prerogative to call us whatever because in truth we give them that freedom in the ways we so loosely conduct our own selves!
Simply, the idiots guide to men is this; embrace, nurture, embody and be a true reflection of what the essence of a woman is. With each stride, sway of the hips and how you breast hang and believe it or not with the purity of your heart, strength of your mind and tenacity of your crown (womanhood). There really is no formula to men, because they are not at all that hard to begin with. Just over-grown babies with deep voices (well some of them, ;) ...)
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Re-Invention: A producer's album
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peace...the album is finaly here, the Re-Invention Lp is a collaborative effort between some of the world's most talented underground producers. its HEAT . clik the TOPIC for the download link and enjoy.
peace to my girl Jane for the BOOST, heres to many more collabos Cuz ;-)
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Re-Invention: A producer's album (sampler)
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Note: click heading to download
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Re-Invention is a remix album like none seen before. as a collaborative effort between 16 of the world's most talented underground Producers and Dj, the album will prove not only to be a celebration of classical underground and mainstream hipHop joints but also a sneak preview of what each producer on it is capable of. the album is scheduled for release later on in the month of december 2008.
as a taste of what the album promises to offer, a 15 track sampler hs been compiled. download it, listen to it, enjoy and patienlty wait for what is to go down in hipHop history as one the greatest compilation albums ;-)
as a taste of what the album promises to offer, a 15 track sampler hs been compiled. download it, listen to it, enjoy and patienlty wait for what is to go down in hipHop history as one the greatest compilation albums ;-)
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
not a poem...
today ive been in a rather dark maze; listening to songs that further remind me of all i have and how paranoia poisons. im sitting here listenig to nana's reprise from alicia keys' as i am album... "i dont wanna wait to bring you flowers waste another hour let alone another day,im gonna tell you something, show you something wont wait til its too late"...i wish i had come up and said the words myself because that is exactly how i feel. these are the times i wish my heart would just speak for itself, where it would say all the things my mind tries to compose into words so it is in its purest and in the most potent form its meant.. but i faulter, i aim so much at being the perfection you seem to look at me in but i forget that my very imperfection IS what paints me perfect in your eyes.
i keep chasing myself escalating too fast into a direction id sworn to steer away from. now with its arrival i dont ever want it in end, i dont ever want to look forward to a day where you are "was" and are tucked in the corners of nostalgia!true no God willed thing lasts forever but in the moment i savour. once again i am a dreamer, and am one with the future,CAUGHT ME BY SURPRISE I MUST SAY...im in a deranged state of euphoria and its not the high im addicted to, nor you..but its the fit in the puzzle that has me this lifted..and now i dont know how to contain myself.every day ends too soon,every moment goes by too fast and every moment spent draws me closer to insatiable: in definition, in emotion and in expression...some might even deem it too intense but thats my liberation.
suddenly the past is given a smile because now wouldnt be had it not been, suddenly all the parts of my heart i had written off are given a new life, suddenly the glow in my eye has returned and i ask in irony; "why would i never want this again?" why the stone that had now replaced the core of I?none the less it seems i am stumbling in my own footsteps, i stagger and struggle for balance and an adjustment...Now, when my eyes were wide shut and the world blocked out, a foreign,new sensation swept in and to my greater surprise i did not panic, i did not feel an urge in my feet to start moving faster, I JUST STOOD, WITH THE WIDEST MOST CONTENT SMILE ON MY FACE... with this new feat, now everything thats asked is a possibility and the unthought of is no longer so bizzare. i am inlove and the best way i know how...my only fear defined; do not SUFFOCATE!!! just please help me find my feet so i know to walk even with my eyes closed, because this already, is a sense of home...hnm love... ne???!
i keep chasing myself escalating too fast into a direction id sworn to steer away from. now with its arrival i dont ever want it in end, i dont ever want to look forward to a day where you are "was" and are tucked in the corners of nostalgia!true no God willed thing lasts forever but in the moment i savour. once again i am a dreamer, and am one with the future,CAUGHT ME BY SURPRISE I MUST SAY...im in a deranged state of euphoria and its not the high im addicted to, nor you..but its the fit in the puzzle that has me this lifted..and now i dont know how to contain myself.every day ends too soon,every moment goes by too fast and every moment spent draws me closer to insatiable: in definition, in emotion and in expression...some might even deem it too intense but thats my liberation.
suddenly the past is given a smile because now wouldnt be had it not been, suddenly all the parts of my heart i had written off are given a new life, suddenly the glow in my eye has returned and i ask in irony; "why would i never want this again?" why the stone that had now replaced the core of I?none the less it seems i am stumbling in my own footsteps, i stagger and struggle for balance and an adjustment...Now, when my eyes were wide shut and the world blocked out, a foreign,new sensation swept in and to my greater surprise i did not panic, i did not feel an urge in my feet to start moving faster, I JUST STOOD, WITH THE WIDEST MOST CONTENT SMILE ON MY FACE... with this new feat, now everything thats asked is a possibility and the unthought of is no longer so bizzare. i am inlove and the best way i know how...my only fear defined; do not SUFFOCATE!!! just please help me find my feet so i know to walk even with my eyes closed, because this already, is a sense of home...hnm love... ne???!
Friday, November 14, 2008
a speck of...this is!
a way to heaven, a way to surreal, a way to sublime, a way to stories before told in lands where the only life was the dreams of life, the worries of maybe and the centre of next meal. a land my blood extends the stories of and knows the WAS of it all. my body had not yet lived, yet from birth my eyes already spoke the battles of that greater past... i grew to be what had been since before the knows of Samuel and Elijah. and thats the spirit ive been livened in!
already i wear a tone of the ground GOD first created and a skin that's with-held the scorches burns and cuts of the shape of this we have come to call life. my eyes carry the intensity and potency of the world turn; great, troubled, confused, derailed from the promise of a paradise and moulded by the toil towards A PARADISE. i look to the young and how they run in pace with the road I have already walked,and i look to the old and how they look back through my NOW experience and how the process was for them.
a travel of a day to day that has repeated centuries and kept none but the document of "HE WAS". one that cycles the spirals of emotion, the full cycle of experiences that now we can predict in end and cause...but no greater this length i and you have been woven in. this place that knows all the marks and scars and futures of each. much as some have moved on and sought a better fit in another; foreign and alternative to This one now known and burdened with stares and cues of this and that is also wrong, they still remain abassadors and reminders of where their birth was and they always are- in body or in heart-RETURNED TO THIS PLACE OF ALL ETERNITY!
we all know the heart and mind that accompanies all and the source of what they came to be, we all know how they shout their identity and shout their praises of freedom and the hopes of what their tomorrow will turn to be, we all know how they beat their chests and fill with emotion's darkness in their eyes whenever they go back in recall and flashback all that they have ever been and who they now are because of those. we all see them and no matter how much time passes by, whether 400 years or 4, we all still remember in the same frame of mind as though still in that very moment. we all see them, and we all are them and we all know, we; remember, love and ARE her because AFRIKA remembers us also!
(embrace who you are, and this great land you have been put....AFRIKA and her children, will reach her PARADISE!
already i wear a tone of the ground GOD first created and a skin that's with-held the scorches burns and cuts of the shape of this we have come to call life. my eyes carry the intensity and potency of the world turn; great, troubled, confused, derailed from the promise of a paradise and moulded by the toil towards A PARADISE. i look to the young and how they run in pace with the road I have already walked,and i look to the old and how they look back through my NOW experience and how the process was for them.
a travel of a day to day that has repeated centuries and kept none but the document of "HE WAS". one that cycles the spirals of emotion, the full cycle of experiences that now we can predict in end and cause...but no greater this length i and you have been woven in. this place that knows all the marks and scars and futures of each. much as some have moved on and sought a better fit in another; foreign and alternative to This one now known and burdened with stares and cues of this and that is also wrong, they still remain abassadors and reminders of where their birth was and they always are- in body or in heart-RETURNED TO THIS PLACE OF ALL ETERNITY!
we all know the heart and mind that accompanies all and the source of what they came to be, we all know how they shout their identity and shout their praises of freedom and the hopes of what their tomorrow will turn to be, we all know how they beat their chests and fill with emotion's darkness in their eyes whenever they go back in recall and flashback all that they have ever been and who they now are because of those. we all see them and no matter how much time passes by, whether 400 years or 4, we all still remember in the same frame of mind as though still in that very moment. we all see them, and we all are them and we all know, we; remember, love and ARE her because AFRIKA remembers us also!
(embrace who you are, and this great land you have been put....AFRIKA and her children, will reach her PARADISE!
Thursday, November 6, 2008
tour taken!
Today, completely flushed...spotted in a careless demise of emotions that fill; no order,rationality nor absolution. any reminder spelt as just another play for; what could have been, what the effort has sucked out and what bit of self is still left in all of it. suddenly i have swum so far into the deep end i do not know whether i am still afloat by my own skill or by the density of the water fighting my own!
at point A, my mind frame was pointed toward ends, a direction made specific and defined, in truth oblivious to what the road itself had in store but headed down road none the less, but now...a few observations later, a few whys and nots later and a little too cold in exposed self, i find myself in transition,this cannot carry on any longer! pride's prejudice aside its all a, b, c really when you mix green and yellow you get lime. when you commit time and energy, there should be some kind of result even if none desired...oh wait, that must be it, SHUXX!!!i just did NOT get the result i had hoped for...and thats the greater lesson learned!
although sad at the prospect of having been misled and de-valued, manipulated and toyed and of course mourned at the time and emotion wasted,not all was in vain because the experience has developed a new eye for character and intention, true meaning or the puppet on a string! needless to say the criss-cross leaves its bruises EVEN with the greater wisdom the experience has borrowed and no matter how much!
at point A, my mind frame was pointed toward ends, a direction made specific and defined, in truth oblivious to what the road itself had in store but headed down road none the less, but now...a few observations later, a few whys and nots later and a little too cold in exposed self, i find myself in transition,this cannot carry on any longer! pride's prejudice aside its all a, b, c really when you mix green and yellow you get lime. when you commit time and energy, there should be some kind of result even if none desired...oh wait, that must be it, SHUXX!!!i just did NOT get the result i had hoped for...and thats the greater lesson learned!
although sad at the prospect of having been misled and de-valued, manipulated and toyed and of course mourned at the time and emotion wasted,not all was in vain because the experience has developed a new eye for character and intention, true meaning or the puppet on a string! needless to say the criss-cross leaves its bruises EVEN with the greater wisdom the experience has borrowed and no matter how much!
Monday, November 3, 2008
Woof!
Lost all focus, shifted the mental and wound up in this, still a realm of the vocal shift, still in the world of beats; kicks and snares but now within the vocal content, stolen in whole and part by the skill, the delivery, my goodness the over whelming talents, it cannot be bottled up! …how this mind, my eyes have never met speaks in a tone I wish my own ability would allow, I listen and dismiss all the noise and whispers! in a room filled with all kinds of voices tongues un-understood and minds oblivious to this greater blessing…..headphones blare and this is my peace. A place I wish never to escape, a sickness I would rather die from before I find my healing…it IS my healing.
names and so called matured minds have tried to curb the influence of this now dominant and identified way of life. In truth its nothing like it was in its infancy, nothing like its parents, uncles and aunties but that’s the process with change, it grows despite our preferred. At times to the dislike of those who have seen its progress…or regress but with a turn, that it is nothing like it used to be expresses the impact the world has had on it! Its death has been announced by many, names that command an ear but Listen! to the passion that still leaks, see how the swagger, the clothes and the stories in their eyes still manifests its full-out life.
All the pages of life, all the experiences life throws, all the lessons bound to be learned and all the memories to be treasured, the cries, the “missing yous” even the laughters and getting out of controls are all said, sung and played within this and you question the necessity or the purpose…what she’s all about… look a little closer, open the mind wide enough to be truly touched and compelled, this wouldn’t be but God chose and God created so now listen…its hip hop, not the naked women or the obscene remarks nor the ill-reference but a spiritual link to how our minds become one with our hearts…this is real life!
names and so called matured minds have tried to curb the influence of this now dominant and identified way of life. In truth its nothing like it was in its infancy, nothing like its parents, uncles and aunties but that’s the process with change, it grows despite our preferred. At times to the dislike of those who have seen its progress…or regress but with a turn, that it is nothing like it used to be expresses the impact the world has had on it! Its death has been announced by many, names that command an ear but Listen! to the passion that still leaks, see how the swagger, the clothes and the stories in their eyes still manifests its full-out life.
All the pages of life, all the experiences life throws, all the lessons bound to be learned and all the memories to be treasured, the cries, the “missing yous” even the laughters and getting out of controls are all said, sung and played within this and you question the necessity or the purpose…what she’s all about… look a little closer, open the mind wide enough to be truly touched and compelled, this wouldn’t be but God chose and God created so now listen…its hip hop, not the naked women or the obscene remarks nor the ill-reference but a spiritual link to how our minds become one with our hearts…this is real life!
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