one and one in one

Good morning to where have you been?

Good riddance to the “what-the-hells” that have been!

Good tidings to the when’s that are to be!

Your today’s past seemingly distort, now shaped a relief to have escaped, rebirthed as a diamond from the rough, how beautiful you now are!

Mistake no longer shaped as such, except maybe a miss take on things as they stood.

Not “if only I knew then what I do now” rather I’m glad I know now what I didn't then for the paint is clearer, and the heart more matured.

The statured balance, fulfilled testimony, anointed union of a lot more than; body meets soul meets mind but an equilibrium between spirit and dust, this body I dwell!

A flower that continues to blossom, bloom brighter and more enchanted.

Simply expressed, it stands to always get better.

For that is the way with Universal glory.

Smiles and glowing hearts reflected beyond view tucked so deep within.

Faces and eyes telling truths that cannot be put into words.

A passion fuelled by fires that can only burn more fierce and humble.

Non destructive to what it touches but revitalising and enhancing to the divinity of the source of all!

That which we see by a mere look into the horizon and into a mirror!

An utopia, sought and touched, better with every dawning day for as long as the faith still sustains, and the vow upheld to live to the utmost and show gratitude to the gifts of life and the power in self! For in truth...WITH FAITH IT ONLY GETS BETTER!!!

DEMONS OF A HAUNTED PAST

This is the story my life has written
Disappointment; I have always been
A perfect model of disgrace and all that deserves no praise.
Never found deserving of second chances and glory, for I am never worth.
The worst error being tirelessly trying to make ample a situation- find the upside to demise.
Even if sometimes wrong in the tracks I take.
I can only justify it by correcting the damage that already is; after all I can’t rewrite history.
But now these demons have crossed the line, a sacrifice of self that’s only resulted in loathing and regret, In the name of something greater sought.
Is this really how ugly the truth is, why the encouragement to live truth then if all it does is bear pain and confusion?
Why is it that the worst regrettable acts are the ones that dictate the life over beauty and contentment?
Inspiring such writing of self pity and self loathing, is this to say I make up for the love I don’t have for myself by expecting it to be filled by love from another?
If that’s the case how come I am able to fully love another, regardless of flaw and short fall if I do not have the same kind of love for myself, is that even possible?
And how come others can’t forgive me for acts I've already forgiven myself for? Conditional huh?
This is what one gets for trying to live life by putting others before one’s self.
Then again if it’s the other way around, it’s qualified as vanity...wow!!!
Is there ever a right strike of balance? Can right ever be done without sacrifice?

QUEEN I!

Emotional roast, who are you mature eyed Nubian queen?

What song sings to the rhythm of your swagger?

What lotion lathers that softness in your touch?

And what colour painted that tone in your rich, sultry defined voice?

Were you a man, you would be suave, chivalrous and charismatic... Down to the core, but your being woman qualifies you all that plus; graceful, regal, intelligent and lived.

The world hangs on your hips and the truths of life curve with the tenderness of your lips

Your eyes; a fountain of a thousand stories told, traces of hurts undeserved, beams of affection and compassion practiced...to little recognition!

Your smile, a glow of ivory that illuminates and calms all that is around it. Your happiness and joy continuously gathered from strengths built and experiences outlived by your prowess and tenacity.

Who are you coffee skinned lady, skin inspired by the earth you tread on with such grace? Who are you my sister, with your back gone carried and born more loads than a tow truck?

Perceived weak because of your meek and tender method even by those you keep cradled in the recesses of your heart still?

Your silence often times mistaken for submission...still, you remain! Because you are a lot more than words spoke... or justification sought.

Who are you my sister and why do I see so much of you in me, or could it be I AM you? Yeah, that's it!

However undervalued and often unappreciated, the you, you are, is what has inspired great authors, artists and poets all the way up to the heavens! You are; God’s little perfect!

THE IDIOT’S GUIDE TO MEN AND THEIR BRAIN

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, ;) ...)

Re-Invention: A producer's album

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 ;-)

Re-Invention: A producer's album (sampler)

Note: click heading to download

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 ;-)

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???!