things to remember in 2009

there is much to do.
who are you? be that.
word of the year: relentless.
life is diamond-shaped.

almost saw a bad show ...

but then:
The Roots played a Fela joint
James Poyser and Robert Glasper showed up
"stack chips like a corner store"
dude on the sax killed it (Gary Price?)
and Bilal stole the motherfucking show.

as a bonus, Q-Tip showed up high
got sonned by BT
and played some mediocre drums—
it was fun(ny).

lastly, ?uest is a genius.

the end.

snow day

When it snows, I
walk these streets
afraid to run, lest I fall
and because I've been
told I am
unable to fly
by those who have never
tried.

And so
we step lightly
and
defeated, imagining what the
weather must be like above
the clouds.

situation

doin my own thang
do it my own way
can't get too caught up in the situation
doin my own thang
doin it my own way
i can't get too caught up in yo shit, baby
cuz yo shit, baby
will drive me crazy
i can't get too caught up in the situation

at my funeral

if the turnout is slim
i hope the attendees
understand the special company
they are part of, and
realize how much i cherished them.

dope quote!

to get something you never had, you have to do something you never did.

notes to self

www.letsfax.net
www.no-spec.com

notes to self

keep reminding yourself what love is.
lead by example.
live relentlessly.
"i never sat back feeling sorry for myself
if you don't give me heaven, i raise hell"
let go.
value of friends vs. value of ends:
they don't have to be mutually exclusive.
no self-doubt!

et cetera.

love &c. part 11.

a lot's been written about
a life without love.
that is, it sucks.

but love—
the pursuit,
the submersion—
shouldn't get
in the way of life
as it charges relentlessly
forward.

love should be life's companion.
the converse would be
deadly.

untitled

Peak train to New Haven
(what happens there stays forever);
window seat,
greeting the fleeting
street lights with
vague interest.
But on the darkest nights
seeing only my reflection
in the pane.

lessons for my unborn child(ren) part 6

see love &c. part 10.

love &c. part 10.

love: do it for yourself.

too fly

to float.

love &c. part 9.

"god. damn."

then *sigh.

(repeat eternally.)

does a brick have an inside?

"if you can answer that, then you'll know what you're talking about."
-michael crichton, on charlie rose

love &c. part 8.

i guess you never love the same way twice.

holy fuck!

my response
in both hope (obama)
and dread* (everything else).

*as it turns out, i'm cutting mine saturday ;)

new york city

it's not a place to dwell
on anything or anyone, especially
the latter. since no one really matters
to anyone else. it's a selfish town,
but not devoid of compassion. though
one person's warmth can seem cold
to a soul with the city's fuel burning
in their veins, driving them in and out of its streets
and lives. and their warmth
can be scalding.
"keep moving, don't look back."
it's anathema to a dreamer, a wanderer. for us,
it's not a place to dwell.

song idea

it's like
some women don't wanna be met and
some women don't wanna be kept

the answer:

it can be anything, but it's gotta be something.

the questions:

what is love?

what should i freestyle about?

what is the meaning of life?

remember when

that white girl slapped you at the holiday party for saying "fuck hillary"?

(sometimes i wish i didn't have home training.)

$900 in 5 minutes

airfare, cancellation, another airfare, student loans.

haven't even bought groceries yet :(

lessons for my unborn child(ren) part 5

listen to your mother!!!!!!!

lessons for my unborn child(ren) part 4

live by your standards, no one else's.

epiphany

"whichever way it turns out, fine. redline!"

"like mom said:

if you need five cents, don't ask for three—ask for ten."

- de la (not sure which member)

love &c. part 7.

still feeling

and feeling still.

mad posts

get it?

on the records,

i wax poetic.

oh yea!

it was the mayan aztec cooking show! w/ the weird dude.

yessss!

dope beat in the credits

the theme to POV

..or bill moyer

maybe one of those cooking shows?

i think it was a cooking show.

fuck.

black magic

focus pocus, niggaro.

mark clark taught me:

don't let your lady decorate your home.

jamie summarizes the corporate work environment

"this coffee tastes like crap."

lol.

love &c. part 6. (def's definition)

"it's a dangerous necessity / a world famous mystery" (U R the One)

well said, mos.

"so much on my mind

i just can't recline

blastin holes til the night bled sunshine."

speaking of music,

i'm going to start a nas binge. the entire discography.

it's necessary.

rediscovered this song:

babyface (or, tony rich project; whichever) — nobody knows it but me

so on point. in a lot of ways.

surviving new york, tip 2

don't wait.

surviving new york, tip 1

be prepared.

lessons for my unborn child(ren) part 3

you don't find happiness. you go out and get it—earn it.

about me:

i love

being in love.

(audience: awwwww.)

late bloomer.

early to wilt?

now breaking my music fast

with some nas. thank you and happy friday.

just had the biggest fuckin'

epiphany. wow.

man,

there's so much to be happy about!

mark clark taught me:

"hey, how's it going?"

"faaaantastic."

"every day?"

"every day."

lessons for my unborn child(ren) part 2

conflict is inevitable. don't stress it.

mark clark taught me:

"no buts. 'but' means you (admit you) lose."

hm.

people who look back

have nothing to look forward to.

love &c. part 5. (a definition?)

when you've made up before you fight.

love &c. part 4.

make up, make way or make due.

weather, sex & coffee.

i like it hot.

love &c. part 3.

love is

love,

love.

"things are hectic"

well, as it should be right?

you must embrace the insanity.

crave it. need it.

(lol.)

love &c. part 2. (seasons)

spring forward

or fall back?

lessons for my unborn child(ren) part 1

be deliberate.

grip is also slang for money

holding my composure

while letting opportunities slip.

get a grip, nigga.

love &c. part 1.

lost love teaches you about yourself.

day jobs, too. even ones you don't love.

first.

alright.

finally going to dedicate myself to blogging about myself. been pretty afraid about making one of these personal blogs available for public viewing, but i'm just gonna do it. we're all grown here, right?

it's just going to be wayward thoughts—the only type of thoughts i have these days. a lot of them will probably be in regards to relationships, since that shit tends to consume me. sheesh.

anyway, i generally keep to myself and wouldn't say most of what i'll be writing here to anyone in person, so if it's too much for you, there's always the option of talking to me in person—which would allow you to avoid the drama and get straight to the blunts and silliness (e.g. what i'm generally about).

oh, and i'm blogging at work. wocka wocka.

easy.