"I know where im going and I know the truth, and I dont have to be what you want me to be. I'm free to be what I want."
-Muhammed Ali
p.s.
Inspiration is anyone or anything that inspires you to follow your heart and think outside of your boundaries. True inspiration comes from our heroes because they are the real people we look up too, the one’s that cheer us on, they push us too think in new and different ways, and they are especially the ones that make us better than we were before just as they made themselves better than they were before....
....you know you’ve met a hero when they’ve had a positive impact on you....
"Considering the enormous range of human knowledge, from intimate personal knowledge of specific individuals to the complexities of organizations and the subtleties of feelings, it is remarkable that one speck in this firmament should be the sole determinant of whether someone is considered knowledgeable or ignorant in general. Yet it is a fact of life that an unlettered person is considered ignorant, however much he may know about nature and man, and a Ph.D. is never considered ignorant, however barren his mind might be outside his narrow specialty and however little he grasps about human feeling or social complexities."
- Thomas Sowell
Intelligence is the flower of discrimination....
There are many examples of the flower blooming but not bearing fruit."
- Nabeshima Naoshige (1538-1618)
Just the fact that you’re unlike most people and you aren’t afraid to speak your mind, that you allow yourself to have an open mind, and that you are willing to experience freedom and independence....those are very respecting qualities and just a few of the things that i appreciate about you. That alone shows that you are more than adequate intellectually. Believe me intelligence and being smart isn’t always about how many books you’ve read or how well you can solve a math problem; that’s just one small cubbie hole of the human intellect. The other part, if not more important part, is the realization and openness to experience, the ability to allow your confidence to be self-expressive and above all too accept yourself for who you are. If you’re smart enough to be your own person...that is already smarter than most....
blank lines are the rythm you're after and the pen is your hips...
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...all of the passion that we normally try to control is released and even if it's just to that person, their innocence is beautiful, because during that song their movements are original. you bring your own style. you feel free....
The people that we care about and that truly care about us make us feel worth something. We leave their presence with a humble smile because they show us the sunshine on an otherwise average day. And because they show us that sunshine they are our anchor in this world of change and tribulation....
i was raised to work my hardest and put my heart in everything i do becaue i know that's the only way i'll be able to feel good while trying to accomplish my goals.
i write poetry for kicks, laughs, and smiles. Some of my pieces are below:
The Natural Beauty of a Smile
by bobby d. (in dedication to the woman who embodies sunshine)
The sky shined in the highest form of spontaneous pleasure with snow colored cotton candy clouds,
appearing as gusts of smoke against the back drop of clarity.
I rode the rhythm of a naked uncertainty, navigating my being through the craft work of urban skyscrapers and the peaceful humility of mother nature,
both relying on the other, like yellow relies on blue,
or how darkness is tamed by the ascension of light, offered as a gift from the midnight whisper of the moon.
Producing a secret definition of melody, that only an undreamt day, would fathom to openly harmonize by means of a slight breeze's gentle sway.
Day dreaming about passionate visions and rock'n my head to life's experimental tune, when an unexpected acquaintance stepped down from one of the sky's beautiful clouds,
and smiled....
The type of flowing curved lips that possessed the innocence of a wondrous child but yet still the strength to make you forget all your regrets.
A conversation ignited by a cigarette and the passing of a light, within ten minutes i was walking away with an invitation to be a new found friend in her life.
She demonstrated an energy so fly she must be labeled incredible and the most extraordinary smile, with lip's so intoxicatingly edible.
Ms. lovely had an unnatural glow, fermenting an effervescent openness to experiment and an undying willingness to experience,
she was riding a heavenly wave touched by a freedom that flirted with a playful curiosity and a style floating gracefully self-expressed.
Knowing even if i exhausted all the tears of such beauty in my rhyme book they wouldnt even begin to fully explain,
how her first impression is sketched in my soul's photographic memory , where it will forever remain....
"And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
-Anais Nin
Soft touches were such
that our bodies brushed
fuck if i know if it was love or lust
all i know is i prayed for longevity
whispered for her touch
the only thing that’s ever felt like home
is the only thing i could ever trust....
i work In the darkness of night because that is when the spotlight shines the brightest....
Anguish
I am in the shadow of society's unkempt tree. Hated. Tossed inside of a dumpster to be decomposed.
Forgotten. Treated with an underlying contempt that rots my insides to spoil. I am raped. Fruit fly's are my only companions. They buzz like vultures circling death freshly prepared on broken china.
Mold. I am the vomit sprayed from the depths of despair. So spoiled the maggots are disgusted.
I am a racist remark. A gay joke. I am a woman fighting for equality not only from typical male machismo, but also from my female peers.
I am black in the suburbs. I am white in the ghetto.
I am the lost child who is searching for loving approval from any adult who can provide insight to adolescence. I am an orphan.
The psychotic rage that boils into hate.
I am poverty. The son who has shoes two sizes to small because my mother smoked new ones away through a shab pipe.
Disrespected.
Picked on bcause my mind thought differently.
I am abused. I am burning inside. I am anger. I am vengenance. I am scorn.
In the end though I'm but one thing....
I am pain.
Ambiguity 9
Raindrops tickled fancy sonnets
Like a wandering homophobe
who now played the role of faggot
Chasing lines, chasing lines...
White sheets sweat under dark clouds
Irony hangs from the burning branch
While vanity vomits at the plight of burnt skin
Chasing lines, chasing lines...
Dripping faucets ran for their own purpose
As terror leads with the dream of heaven’s surface
The same as crusades but now crosses are nervous
Chasing lines, chasing lines...
Condoms drenched in tears
From levees falling broken from ravishment
Spill semen of scattererd emotions
Chasing lines, chasing lines...
Red and blue never see stars or stripes
They feed common people urine
Through a medium of salad tossing deceit
Chasing lines, chasing lines...
Iron bars whistled safety at noon
Life’s a risk , for predators of innocence, clinging to bars
Justice is a bleeding asshole lying in a casket
Chasing lines, chasing lines...
Falling victim to time....
A Waking Dream
I stood up and gathered my belongings, my heart embodied sadness in it's most pale distinction,
flipping my cherry-red book bag and its wonderous fulfillment of fairy tales and happy endings over my shoulder and say goodbye for the last time,
as my hand reaches for the exit from her company, I turn my head and take a mental snapshot of the surrounding spectacle where i spent so much of my time safe from the insanity of bustling traffic and concrete playgrounds,
patiently I breathe in the thousands of memories and hours spent living a dream,
and now I awake, realizing that somewhere during my slumber from reality that the dream had already passed me by....
Other people may not have had high expectations for you...but you have high expectations for yourself...the only thing that matters is what your expectations are....
"I know where im going and I know the truth, and I dont have to be what you want me to be. I'm free to be what I want."
-Muhammed Ali
“Your heart knows in silence the secrets of the days and the nights. But your ears thirst for the sound of your hearts knowledge. You would know in the words that which you have always known in thought. You would touch with your fingers the naked body of your dreams.â€
- Kahlil Gibran, “The Prophetâ€
"We are like sculptors, constantly carving out of others the image we long for, need, love, or desire, often against reality, againsty their benefit, and always, in the end, a disappointment, because it does not fit them." -Anais Nin
The ancients have this saying and it’s very simple in it’s meaning but it has always stuck with me....in the best but especially in the worst of times....so i’ll share it with you....
“How far is a little farther?
It is farther than you can see, but not farther than you go.â€
If your success is not on your own terms, if it looks good to the world but does not feel good in your heart, it is not success at all.†– Anna Quindlen
Hope always beats in the hearts of those that seek it....
Go Cubs GO!
Nujabes. The Wu. John Coltrane. Common. The Roots. Lauryn Hill. Talib. Tupac Shakur (pre death row). Al Green. All Natural. Typical Catz. Blue Scholars. old school Ice Cube. 311. Marvin Gaye. Lupe Fiasco. Red Hot Chili Peppers. Jill Scott. Tribe Called Quest. Bob Marley. Seal. Wyclef. Binary Star. Nas. Sublime. Maroon 5. MF Doom. Bob Dylan. Mos Def. Blackstar. Santana. Johnny Cash . Los Lonely Boys. Stevie Wonder.
The Big Fish. Fight Club. Tommy Boy.
Entourage
Currently reading: The Prisoner's Wife
My secend grade teacher, Mrs. Palmer, the best teacher I've ever had.
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