I. LOVE. THIS. SONG.
I heard it before... but, didn't really pay attention to the lyrics until today. This is on repeat until I have the whole song in my memory banks.
Ceelo Green, you've done it again with the relating-to-your-audience thing. Even if I were the only one there... your relate-able meter will still be off the charts. Thanks for bottling up like FOUR YEARS of my love life. Thanks. Lol.
Monday, October 11, 2010
It's Like Gold Duuuuuuuuust.....
Ok so. Some (if not most) of my peeps KNOW i am on this dubstep craze. Don't know what dubstep is??? Welp... here's a sample below (and in my main video)...
I LOVE it! lol. There's so much.... but if you want to listen to more, PLEASE check out Flux Pavilion, Nero, Emalkay, Roksonix (especially Imogen Heap's remix), Slof Man, Numa Crew, Cookie Monsta, and Chrispy. If you love weird, different, and downright bassy stuff, check em out! Each of them have their own sound.
I LOVE it! lol. There's so much.... but if you want to listen to more, PLEASE check out Flux Pavilion, Nero, Emalkay, Roksonix (especially Imogen Heap's remix), Slof Man, Numa Crew, Cookie Monsta, and Chrispy. If you love weird, different, and downright bassy stuff, check em out! Each of them have their own sound.
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Cleared.
Ce/C
It's reset...
Took an eraser to the board,
Dry-erase marker, in red
all over the white matter
that makes up the rest of me
all erased.
The graffiti I made
like a mindless kid
that destroys his own
neighborhood
with his own hand,
adding something HE perceives--
I perceive as aesthetic,
anesthetic to me it was.
A joy to look at the beautiful
words against the wall.
"I love her". Written and reinforced with
green...
colors a complement to one another.
Love is surrounded by a ring of jealousy
(or at least mine was)
used to protect what I thought would be mine.
Healthy when you can paint
the town red
and stay within the lines.
Unhealthy when the red strays into
uncharted territory unplanned outside the wall of my heart,
encountering the green-eyed monster
and fleeing for her life, because, she didn't belong there.
Her name didn't belong marked on the wall,
so, painstakingly, I rinsed my mind.
The mistakes,
The stray red line,
but I can still see the leftovers
and I smile.
The graffiti rinsed off, the red and green remnants of my
bright and luminous light
makes yellow, the color of the flower
I'll send YOU, my FRIEND.
8/1/2010
It's reset...
Took an eraser to the board,
Dry-erase marker, in red
all over the white matter
that makes up the rest of me
all erased.
The graffiti I made
like a mindless kid
that destroys his own
neighborhood
with his own hand,
adding something HE perceives--
I perceive as aesthetic,
anesthetic to me it was.
A joy to look at the beautiful
words against the wall.
"I love her". Written and reinforced with
green...
colors a complement to one another.
Love is surrounded by a ring of jealousy
(or at least mine was)
used to protect what I thought would be mine.
Healthy when you can paint
the town red
and stay within the lines.
Unhealthy when the red strays into
uncharted territory unplanned outside the wall of my heart,
encountering the green-eyed monster
and fleeing for her life, because, she didn't belong there.
Her name didn't belong marked on the wall,
so, painstakingly, I rinsed my mind.
The mistakes,
The stray red line,
but I can still see the leftovers
and I smile.
The graffiti rinsed off, the red and green remnants of my
bright and luminous light
makes yellow, the color of the flower
I'll send YOU, my FRIEND.
8/1/2010
Done for a friend a HOT minute ago...
I LOVE this poem... mainly because I personified the season, and totally made it apply to my friend. I'm sure she doesn't mind if I post it... if she does *shrug* she can meet me in the traaaaaap! Cause it's going down! L.M.A.O.
Light breezes, warm sun
Hurricanes and winds spun
Many aspects of one
Autumn.
Leaves change, eventual transition
From a springy green to a passionate red disposition
For the duration of one
Autumn.
The rains are the most torrential
And strangely, the weather is the most delightful
All under one
Autumn.
The not-so-subtle paradox
Of this autumnal equinox
Piques interest in one
Autumn.
A gradual cessation of the scorching summer
To introduce a temperature much cooler
The grace of one
Autumn.
Giving enough preparation
To withstand the wintery desolation
The lessons of one
Autumn.
Light breezes, warm sun
Hurricanes and winds spun
Many aspects of one
Autumn.
Leaves change, eventual transition
From a springy green to a passionate red disposition
For the duration of one
Autumn.
The rains are the most torrential
And strangely, the weather is the most delightful
All under one
Autumn.
The not-so-subtle paradox
Of this autumnal equinox
Piques interest in one
Autumn.
A gradual cessation of the scorching summer
To introduce a temperature much cooler
The grace of one
Autumn.
Giving enough preparation
To withstand the wintery desolation
The lessons of one
Autumn.
Doe
He sits there, all the time
on the bench, he waits.
Some say, it's for the world.
Some think, he's lazy.
Some glance and snap at the mere
sight of the man,
clothed in materials of the earth,
carefully spun
timely undone
Hair a mangled mess,
matte and matted.
Shoes of a soldier,
laces of a veteran
honor of none.
Soleless.
8/3/2010
on the bench, he waits.
Some say, it's for the world.
Some think, he's lazy.
Some glance and snap at the mere
sight of the man,
clothed in materials of the earth,
carefully spun
timely undone
Hair a mangled mess,
matte and matted.
Shoes of a soldier,
laces of a veteran
honor of none.
Soleless.
8/3/2010
Void
a draining pool of darkness
this empty
this blue-hot pit
of black
#000000
is what it registers.
as her heart beats,
the blood seeps
the suspension of life fails slowly
as the pit seethes.
her life swirls into
nothing
only to be torn
and destroyed
(transported)
in (to) another realm
where she feels
unfamiliar
lost
dead,
as this worm hole in her chest
slowly eats at her
tastefully
only to leave part of her
empty,
voided.
6/9/2010
this empty
this blue-hot pit
of black
#000000
is what it registers.
as her heart beats,
the blood seeps
the suspension of life fails slowly
as the pit seethes.
her life swirls into
nothing
only to be torn
and destroyed
(transported)
in (to) another realm
where she feels
unfamiliar
lost
dead,
as this worm hole in her chest
slowly eats at her
tastefully
only to leave part of her
empty,
voided.
6/9/2010
You Make Me Think...
Want
Temptation of,
a carnal
a mental
a spiritual
being,
that
hypnotizes me like
the aroma of peach cobbler
in the kitchen.
It makes me
believe
that what i want,
is what i need.
Lust of
a powerful
a beautiful
a doubtful
being,
that
intrigues me like
the notion that 2+2 CAN
equal 5.
It makes me
believe
that what i want,
is what i need.
Knowledge of,
a doting
a loving
a caring
being,
that
causes me to wonder
what it may feel like
to be truly loved by you.
You make me
believe
that what i want,
is what i need.
Regardless of
a circumstance
a happenstance
a distance
KNOW
that
my interest is growing like
a 13-year-old boy....
exponentially, simply because
You make me
believe
that what i want,
is what i need.
3/7/2010
Temptation of,
a carnal
a mental
a spiritual
being,
that
hypnotizes me like
the aroma of peach cobbler
in the kitchen.
It makes me
believe
that what i want,
is what i need.
Lust of
a powerful
a beautiful
a doubtful
being,
that
intrigues me like
the notion that 2+2 CAN
equal 5.
It makes me
believe
that what i want,
is what i need.
Knowledge of,
a doting
a loving
a caring
being,
that
causes me to wonder
what it may feel like
to be truly loved by you.
You make me
believe
that what i want,
is what i need.
Regardless of
a circumstance
a happenstance
a distance
KNOW
that
my interest is growing like
a 13-year-old boy....
exponentially, simply because
You make me
believe
that what i want,
is what i need.
3/7/2010
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