cycle. April 19, 2010

not sure what I’m thinking at this moment particular. space buds grow green, left, curved through diligent diagonal dictation of time. not sure what I’m seeing astro galaxies of super novas demise a ramboncious splatter into the 1,000,000 tabs of the color spectrum the brilliance of future
darkness. what I am feeling? oh well flabbergasted defiance. misunderstood lukewarm. hollow. hearing?… passerbys amble into that valley, that shadow. softer softer whisper wimper hot breathe turned frozen silence.

Ethnic Gratification Identity Prospectus. April 17, 2010

Uncategorized falacies. I am black. I am Caribbean?…West Indian…pleasing to you. It is all for you. I am White. Northern European..exotica. yes indeedy. The sweet aromatic sea salts subside against the palmed waves..clap…rapture. heat. love expectancy. ever rolling green, creates the comfort of design. botanical charismatic single-celled color spectrum: happiness. The stories you relay are those of silver and gold, wisdom and depth, morality and ethics, philosophy and psychology of the embryonic neurosis that ensues my spirit into eternal ecstasy. Jamaica Ireland Barbados. You Are Me I Am You You Are Home.

Beamin. April 16, 2010

I’m beamin…from head to toe I’m gleamin. Shinin harder than the starter of the revved up beamer. Flashin stacks n stocks invested in nothing less than commodity. I’m beamin..I do things differently while the energy of the earth is seemingly prepared to dissipate. Keep speedin down that interstate james deanin it til the nucleus of the late cell dispels into the undercurrent. dispels into the underbelly. eradication of the undertow.

the cool down April 16, 2010

as i lay here in my solitude, the aromatic coconut incense dwindling into the atmosphere intertwined with the probability of certain, expunged personas. the lighting, dimming with each turn of a lifetime’s worth of tribunal facets. each visage encountered by the latter is warmly escorted out of the door. there is no care, no liberty, no justice. it is just this, a proof of being is actualized, when the constraints of a bewildered society askew the actualized identity, the ultimate nirvana, the revelation of an impeding revolution’s demoralized demeanor of assimilation.

the Introspective Impresionista April 16, 2010

so many times we gawk at the talents Of others, but rarely do we introspectively embrace the auspicious magic pulsing through what, is our existence.

.. April 15, 2010

my current emotion is this upset. and I don’t feel like analyzing it. I’ll just bask In this dark place until i reach the internal brilliance of resolution.

locus. April 15, 2010

the misguided misconceptions of a mass murder delegated by the soltice effects upon young impressionable minds.

A random thought: Subject->Acceptance? April 15, 2010

Melodic Memories

Fading Abrasions

Meet through the Bayou

At some point you must say goodbye too-

The only person you didn’t know in this world you

and Move life onto the Next Stage

Next Phase

A whole New state for Heartbreak.

Loving askew

abided by you

-no fools hearted mental motive.

The Vox Impresionista April 15, 2010

English. Latin. Spanish. The now, the past, and prospective future. The Vox Impresionista is a representation of I, the voice which provokes not the definition but the emotion.