Tuesday, April 7, 2015

Rainy Day In L.A.






The sun tries to come out, breaking free through the clouds.

Tiny rays shouting, wanting to be heard, aloud. 

Earth getting flooded. It's been so long.

The wonderful beloved rain has fell, from our song.

Our dance, our cries, our sweat, our tears.

The rain left the skies like it hadn't left in years. 

Falling with such suspense, smiling all the way down.

Giving my skin a rinse, before settling on the ground.

Inspiration flows when it's a rainy day in L.A.

And the stars know it's also much too rare to sleep it away.










Thursday, April 2, 2015

Jasmine-Tealed Void


   

Fill the void. 
It's been some time since it were full.
Abrupt asteroid.
Conqured by division - push and pull.

I've found a home here.
Here in this desert valley.
Through darkness it's clear.
Jasmine tealed auras in Cali. 

Spread the colors from coast to coast.
If you believe it to be so.
Filling the void is much to boast.
When you're way farther than "Go!"



Time, You Killjoy

Oh how the time flies...

I won't even begin to make excuses for myself as to why I haven't been updating and writing more. Just know that I've been busy as all hell, cashing in that mulah. Making pretty big bucks* The inspirado is creeping into my system. I've been feeling more and more like writing and with the arrival of my little brother in a couple weeks, my rhyming game is going to have to be in tip top shape. Ha! I mean, let's face it, it always is, but everything needs a little polishing every now & then.

As I sharpen the tool that is my brain, I suck down a very deep breath filled with Blue Dream Sativa, and am overwhelmed by the sense that everything will be okay. All the recordings, the filming, the writing, the sleeping, and the plan making--it'll all happen in its own time.
Maybe I needed a hiatus to generate the inspiration I have acquired.

Time, time, time...

Time will certainly tell, won't it?







*By my standards, at least.

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Loud Pack E.M.P. - State Of Mind

My Philly trip was a successful venture. Got to do some recordings for
my side hustle Loud Pack E.M.P., made it onto the Mixtape "8th of Loud"
and even got a chance to be featured in my little brother's mixtape and
video! Below is the video for "State of Mind".

Rhyming words is fun.

Be sure to check out the Loud Pack page. Like and share our shit. Tank Q!

Thursday, November 20, 2014

Got Sex?

Just in time for the holidaze..


A very exclusive sneak peek of my 
Relationship Advice / Sex  Blog!

Fun, dirty, & creative coming soon to a computer screen near you.





hang onto your butts...

Sugar-coated Bullshit

The funny thing about bullshit is that when someone is called out on it, THEY are the ones that're offended. How does that work? You tried to essentially lie to me, and I exposed your "facts" as folly, and you are the one that's taken back?! Can you please explain to me how? 

It all comes down to this; these Bullshitters, are displeased with the fact that you're intelligence level is higher than theirs and you were able to see through the transparent lie/story/what-have-you that they told. So then what happens is, they go into defense mode and attempt to continue the foolery by actually believing their own lie or story. This way they can "act" realistic. But the part that said Bullshitter isn't calculating, is that people like myself are also highly intuitive. 




I may smile politely or nod along to keep the conversation going, especially with new Bullshitters that I've just met. I like to get a feel for people, and the extent of their bullshit, before continuing on. And that's not to say that I just assume everyone is bullshitting me. You can feel it. There's an energy there. Sometimes it isn't that they're bullshitting others, but actually bullshitting themselves as well. 
Those are the professionals because they've been consumed by their bullshit and believe it thoroughly.  These sort of people generally have bad juju around them, and that's not to say that they're bad people, they just unconsciously deny themselves the chance of a freer life because they can't face the truth. Whatever the truth may be. No matter how deep it may be. Usually involving insecurities of their own that they project in various "smoke & mirrors" sort of way.

These sort of people dislike people such as myself because, while I still don't have it all figured out, I do at the very least, know myself outstandingly well. And they're envious of such an accomplishment. It takes much time and introspection to learn oneself, and it isn't always easy figuring out and/or facing the truth about the way you are or think.

Staying optimistic is always the best option, although being bitter and sarcastic has it's comedic relief too. I just try to stay away from these Bullshitters that cloud my energy. They're also capable of stealing your energy, should you let them.  And that's a tricky feat in itself.

Ever feel great one moment and after an experience with another person, you feel drained and dehydrated? It could very well be a simple conversation, about simple things or simple people--but you walk away from it feeling empty and confused. What caused that? What was that?



 The Bullshitters are offended that you don't buy their product, and the Non-Bullshitters are offended that you'd try to sell them a crappy, non-authentic product. That's bad salesmanship.
You should be honest and real as often as you can, even in professional settings. Now, please don't be mistaken, I'm not suggesting that you should be disrespectful, I'm saying that you should 100% of the time be real to YOU. That means politely questioning things, even superiors. Since when has that been illegal? That means speaking up when something or someone is unjust. You'd want someone to speak up for you. That means being fair, even if that means you don't get the reward. Because the reward IS being fair. At least it should be.

I know I went on a tangent but it's all relative. People create these facades--these masks to wear in public, to get others to accept them,  to blend in, etc., and they wear these masks for so long that they very rarely ever take them off. So when faced with someone who doesn't have those issues comes about, I swear, the Bullshitters just shut down or they bullshit even more!  And a person like me gets labeled as what? Having an attitude problem, being offensive, not "staying in my place", abrasive, rebellious, angsty, indifferent? If you can't be real with someone you're supposed to be engaging with, a natural exchange--not necessarily swapping life stories--although there's nothing wrong with that. Being personal is one of the best things you can be. A helluva lot better than being a bullshitter, you should take a serious look at yourself and what's holding you back from just being you. And you should let those insecurities go.

No one should be a prisoner inside themselves.

And that's what you bullshitters are.

Little prisoners that drag everyone else into your dark, damp, hollow cell that you call your personality.


Wednesday, November 12, 2014

A Journey Into Abstract Hip-Hop





Gasoline. My favorite recent accident that I stumbled upon. Takes me through several hip-hop emotions. I digs.