True Life: I am an artist, and I'm sensitive about my $h*t.

Kanye West is a genius ladies and gentlemen,
I lose a little faith in humanity when I realize that not everybody understands that.

I'm a blogger again...
It took me a while to accept that summer was coming to a close.
Summer was fantastic.
Changes...
So much has happened to me over the past months.
I finally feel free.

For a while it felt like I was locked in a cage,
I spent my time searching for the key to unlock it,
whatever it was encapsulating me...

It wasn't until recently that I realized I was never really in captivity,
My thoughts restricted me from my inspirations
My dreams felt distant, my life seemed unreal.
The seasons changed,
I took a look around, assessed my surrounding, and stepped forward.

It's like Badu says in her song 50 feet Tall...


" My love, what did I do
to make you fall, so far from me
And now, I can recall
Cause of the fall, selective memory
Then you, you built a wall
a 20 foot wall so I couldnt see
But if I get off my off my knees
I might recall Im 20 feet tall "

She seemed to be blocked off by some person, 

someone she loved, 

and once she finally thought to take matters in her own hands

she realized that she was just as big as the thing created to shut her out... 

The lover she is directing these statements to,

in my case, is myself 

I built this wall in my imagination, 20 feet high... 

and me, feeling 20cm low 

thought there was no way out. 

Once I started to look around. Evaluate myself, 

and make an effort to remove whatever it was that was holding me back 

I realized that I was enough all along. 

Damn. 

I love the summer time. 

It's filled with so much time to learn. 

Which may seem backwards since school is out, but yea 

I have the time to focus on me and learn about myself. 

It's always some new to be found.


P.S.
Thank God for sending us Steve Jobs...
Thanks to his dreams I get to see the love of my life every single day.
Even when she's millions of miles away.
#DreamBigPeople

"Human Potential is limitless"

Spice Girls.

A lil late night inspiration for the soul....



Look at them then...
Look at them now.
Optimism is the key to success.
Believe in yourself.
Haters have a job to tend to, allow them to continue.
Beyonce' is one of my greatest inspirations.
She has the stuff.
She just has the stuff,
I can't wait until I maximize my potential.




Destiny's Child was amazing,
The dancing...
Everything.
The concept...
Everything.
The message...
EVERYTHING!!



Ladies.
You don't need Steve Harvey to keep a man,
You just need to focus...
 on your relationship.
Cater to one other.
It's easy to let jealousy and pride take over,
don't let it.




Self- explanatory.
This is mad real.
Its fun not wearing lots of clothes sometimes...
As a woman, I appreciate the attention. 
If I must put it on display,
I'd much rather put it on a porcelain platter
as opposed to a paper plate.




This video kinda makes me stop breathing.
Not only is Mrs. Carter breath-takingly beautiful,
I can see the love in her eyes.
I tear up every time I hear this song,
She gives me so much hope.
Love...
It's out there.
Somewhere.
I'm anxious.
I'm patient.

Karl Marx, Wayfarers, South Beach, && hair Sheen,

After having a chat with a wise friend
watching a really awesome episode of Skins (U.K.)
googling a few new terms

I finally decided to write this.

I don't know if anybody still gives a dern about what I have to say,
but by golly, I am here.
and this will be here as long as here is now.

Today had a recurring theme of events.
This weekend rather...
Matter of fact, now that I look back, my whole week has been packed full of
Titles, Labels, Categories, Stereotypes.
Nobody thinks of these words and smiles,
why, because they suck.
that's why.

I just don't like the whole 'I think I know you because you look a certain way' thing
Why do people thinks its okay to predict the storyline without even reading the title
People obsess over the cover art, and they might even skim the pages for pictures
if your lucky.
But oftentimes, your whole life is already a fallacy crafted and created in a fools  mind.

A life of obedience and bliss if you're wealthy.
One of sadness and strife if you were a penniless homeless man.
A life of ease and carefreeness for daddy's little girl.
Packed cars and hard labor for Senors and Senoritas

I could go on for days about the different stereotypes.
What I really don't get, is how we can sit and acknowledge the foolishness, laugh and joke
but we still judge a person and predict their personality or character by their clothes.


When its the soul that's inside that we need
maybe its sub conscience...

Its crazy how ideologies work.


To solve the issue, me personally...
I will continue to strive for complete and total acceptance of me.
In the process hopefully, inspiring others to do the same.
If I have learned anything in my past 20 years, it is that
 in order to love your life, you must live it.
You must live each day stronger than the last,
Happier than ever before.

and

Happiness to you is unlike any other happy ever in time.

Lets not judge ourselves... aye

c'est la vie
.