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Sometimes I wanna seize in the frame of my thoughts
And be shuttled to the unknown
become the look to, for the hopeless
As my purpose in life

COMPLEXITY

Dreams that never become reality
Just torrid nightmares which is my present state
I dreamt about a little thing called happiness
Only to wake up to gloom
I try to stay positive
But the negative always seem to drag me to the left of zero
Life is like algebra
And I can't keep up with the ever changing X

X is always the unkown
But I seem to be stuck in the Y's

Never understanding human actions and reactions
How's it that they expect so much
Yet they contribute nothing
It's like expecting a tax return without paying taxes
It's dumb


The complexity of life, is due to our own complicated nature

Higher Heights

Stacy

TIME

You said you needed to feel the rhythm of my thoughts against your eardrum
As I stimulated every sensual nerve on ur anatomy
I was aggressively pulled as if I was the oxygen that u lost for 6mins and 29secs
I made a vow between ur arms and my heart to draw nigh everytime I got too warped in the isms and schisms of this life
Beauty transluted a light more radiant and genuine than that of the sun
Because it was ur eyes, that lit up my world
Providing me with 24 hours of daylight
It was a time of love, and I'm afraid the season changed

THE NOW

Same old feeling after the intensity ended.
I'm sick of writing poetry over situations that aren't quite poetic
Just hectic
Leading me to wanna change my frame of mind and the way I treat the attractor
Nothing's quite magnetic
Just problematic to the conditions of these unstable emotions of mine
I'm trying to understand the thought processes of these individuals but I seem to always end up in a heavier dilemma.
THE NOW is me getting back to the art scene
It's the inspiration through nature and unconfused situations
So I ask you to come and take a walk with me through the forest of unconventional beauty
Where the only thing you'll find there is yourself
Let's frame frames
THE NOW is re-realization

GENDER

She consumed me with her laughter,
did u see her voice melt the wax in my ear and spew out like lava from a volcano
cuz she blew my mind
Love knows no race, sex or social status
Love wasn't biased when it saw that she lived 900miles away
Love knew not that I knew not how to love
It just gave her to me, and along the way we learned to love each other
Her is female, beauty, unconsumed
And I had no other choice but to fall.

artistic journeys

My hands produce art, it draws, it molds and writes
My feet walk to places where my eyes see beauty
My hands then replicates it from my mind's comprehension
To my hands execution.
My hands, feet and mind is traveling on a journey
I'll let these two parts go, if you'll travel with me
As I offer you this penny

Deftones

The tone of ur lies as you try to coax me into following you down a path that ends at a tunnel off sewage rats, and a dead end. Tried to go back to the place where this whole thing begun, and as I strolled I realized that all this started before my conception and has been going on forever.
So I ask who must take this blame? So I've just purposely become def to the tone of every lie that slips off your (society's) lips.

INSPIRATION

i DRAW INSPIRATION FROM EVERY DIRECTION.
Direction 1:
#2:
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Call Back

I’m trying to understand what it is that we’ve somehow become trapped in, a three way love affair where I could never win because I’m just the side chick just like a faithful disciple listening to a voice that’s concocted in my own head, telling me that there’s hope. Holding on to an image not realizing that the reality has become a fantasy that I try to pass off as real. Because I’m still sitting here hoping for a change, hoping that I could be your number one, instead of a replacement that gets substituted every full moon, no one quite sticks but it seems to always be the same rotation just a different object every month. I can’t be just another entry in your book of too many options and everyone’s just a proxy nothing you really need. And that bothers me because I can’t just be a stand-in for you I have to be the archetype or nothing at all, but you wanna treat me the way Bush treated the no kid left behind policy when he fed us with his weapons of mass deception telling us something without providing tangible evidence. Didn’t the American people see that all his reasons was based on mark-ups of a theory, telling me that they have nuclear armaments. I say fuck the system and their lies, so what if I choose not to respect the american policy or the fact that I’ve divulged myself in your analytical lies. I say it’s time that I QUIT, to wake up from where u lied.

Redirection

See the initial plan was to dedicate these blogs to art as it pertains to fashion, then somewhere in queue I re-routed to a new destination, which isn't quite so final. And here's where I am, the place where I realized that people are oblivious to what's going on in the world. We turn stations when the news come on, pass newspapers for fashion magazines and the gossip colums, turn to page 23 in the daily news to read your horoscope, and never took the time to see that soldiers are dying in Iraq; that there are seven foot pythons in New York's apt building with heads popping up in toilet bowls. That the economy is failing, gas prices are raising, Milk is now $4.19 per gallon, the twister on the KFC menu is now $0.20 cents more. Really though when did we get so cold? We stopped caring about our neighbours, we don't feel for others, just ourselves. I guess I got redirected when I realized that a 14 year old boy is suicidal. Where will your wake up call alarm sound from?

MTA Billbooard

This is how they're advertising the benefits of health insurance.

Saturday

So after the presentation in my advertising and promotion class, the creative Johannes and I decided to head to american apparel where I purchased a banana yellow v-neck sweater. Wearing a white Sailor button up teamed with a chocolate and navy cardigan, along with solid dark blue skinny jeans, navy ferragamo booties, and a maroon vintage leather bomber. Her wearing a brown vintage bomber lined with an Obey Propoganda hoodie, stone-washed denim, and laced up rugged beat-up boots. For this blog she's my model.

what happened to the human form?

Isn;t it suppose to be the most beautiful beautiful work of art? So I decided to use myself as a canvas

colonial living

For some reason this house is very comforting to me. I pass here everyday even though I end up walking an extra block.

Photography in motion

Everything's still, excluding her, but she's captured while everything else is a blur.

THE REVOLUTIONIST

I remember the first time I heard about Saul Williams, I thought what a radical, then I started researching his work, and realized how versatile he is.
I started respecting him as a poet, and then I fell in love with his appreciation for black ppl, and his laid back in ur face attitude.
If you don't know his work u might've heard him on Kanye's College Dropout "Never let you Down" the dude shouting on the outro

INDIVIDUALS! in a time of global clones

Whatever happened to that thing called individuality?
Instead I see you copying what you see on T.V
Come on and follow me to a world of spontaneity
Where you can let go and let your mind go free
Will you take a walk with me?