Je@nyu$

I'd like to meet:

its all the same to me. I know who my friends are cuz they're walking right along side me and my enemies are kept even closer. Ghandi said first they ignore you, then they laugh at you, then they fight you. Then you win. . Its not insane... its actually kind of rational. I'll hold on till I get mine like my life depends on it because it does. I strive to be more than the sum of my experiences.

IF you're gonna try to come at me with some nonsense- don't bother. If you can't be you then I'm not tryin to talk to you . Come correct or don't come at all its as simple as that. Ain't a damn thing appealing about someone who can't be themselves. Other than that anyone who can vibe with me and not against me... we can make it happen.

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Music:

PIECEofPeace.

There are no beginnings in the stretches of humanity only ends.

Life is but a means to reach finality in a world without finites.

Lives lead with pieces ripped unfairly and equally abruptly from them without a shred of causality for warrant.

What happens to the spirit of the people when the people are no longer spirit but only flesh and blood?

When a man becomes merely the sum of his parts that operate in the only harmonious rhythm we've been graced to maintain for few fleeting years

Irony lies in that the heart fuels us but can not power us where our minds reluctantly need to go.

The center of the immediate human universe will ultimately be what fails us in the end

The home of compassion and hate, lust and truth, pain and desire all bundled in a volatile chamber with cracks itching to be stretched thin

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust we walk along in spite of because we must.. We must.

We must find our place among the stars; our peace in the midst shattered hopes and dreams because that is all we have left

We have our piece of peace-- not much but enough to sustain us as we trek even deeper into the unknown, into the abyss

A maze of sequential yet random turns which pose a threat to our stability, a threat to what we hold on to dearly as our prize possessions though it seeks to rid us of our very breath in the end... Our heart.

The fight so valiantly waged to protect that which will be the end of us is the conundrum of the human existence.

We guard it and give it away to be broken then we heal and we give it away again as if we are ignorant or desperate

There are no answers to the paradoxical malfunctions of the conscious existence and subconscious correction-- only paths.

Walk down one to seek out what you hope against hope will be worthwhile at the end of the tiresome journey

Lending out your most prized possession along the way in hopes that it will be met with a kindred, a bonding.

If love remains in this heart I want to bleed it out before it is taken from me for only I deserve that which I have worked so hard to protect.

Only I deserve my possession, my weakness, my strength, my passion, my breath, my love.

MY. Love. MY piece of peace.

--Me

Movies:

Scarface
Bad Boys
Friday
Belly
Memento
Count of Monte Cristo
Godfather
Shawshank Redemption
Life
Crash
Snatch
Man on Fire
Matchstick Men
Boondock Saints
Ronin
Monty Python
The Last Castle
Coming to America
Fade to Black

Television:

Boondocks
Law & Order
Family Guy
CSI
Sportscenter
House
Food Network
Lost
Crossing Jordan
MTV
Rap City
Chappelle Show
American Dad
Iron Chef
SNL
Nip/Tuck

Books:

Heroes:

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Curtain.Call
Philly blunt in my left hand with the world in my right. Sitting in the honey haze surrounded by the cloud blurred night. Almost all alone were it not for the devil over my shoulder. I desire to stop puffing but as the smoke scatters he grows bolder.
So I sit-- left to ponder if the water in my eyes is from the smoke or the pain. Is this sweat on my back a futile release from concern or just merely the rain? Silent screams of flurries and rain pierce my shelter, and they can only grow stronger. Drips drop, clock's tock, safer in than out but my smoky refuge won't last much longer.
Midnight hour has come; the time behind my silver partition has been spent. Last drag kid, best make it worth it… breathe real deep, savor the moment. All the worlds' a stage and simply existing is my protagonist's burden. Turning my head to the stars I blow out slow, the smoke rises with the velvet curtain.
The audience is inundated with the crimson eyes of the horde but not a single face. I'll die before play the puppet, I have no words to utter--there will be no lines to ace. The shimmer in my eyes grows as I step out cautiously into the limelight. Groping the shadows through squinted gaze I make out spread wings of my guardian in back.
Her voice carries in falsetto, melodiously and unhurried over the masses, "Hold out just a little longer baby boy… keep fighting the good fight."
--Me