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Prosin' Like This Episode #3

2010-03-01T01:26:53Z

'Someone tell me where I went wrong, so I can find the words to this song. Please tell me how I was born, with no light to write on.'

Footprints in the dust, ripples through time, when the stars obey our commands, as far as light shines. We are human.

Went out to walk the street and feel the people, hear words that fill me with breath and wonder, to draw inspiration from the crowd. Life.

After a while you admit truth to yourself. You don't have a bad memory, you're just uninterested in remembering many things.

I got nervous when they started leaving me out of trivial office matters. It was as if they were on to the fact that I didn't care.

Prosin' Like This Episode #2

2010-02-23T13:02:34Z

Everyday I see my dream, feel so good like a crack fiend, tasting like the best ice cream, sound erotic like a scream, smelling of the best hygiene.

An island trails behind the wing tip of the plane wing soaring above a skyline, amber lights twinkling like embers in a night forest.

Lost in myself, depths of the surface lair, where dreams dwell here, living for something that isn't there. Everyday I see my dreams.

This nothing like I thought, can I take back what I bought, right havoc that I wrought, remember lessons taught. Or has it all been for naught.

So in love, she only see white doves, don't have the heart to tell it has to end just because, everything does, so cherish love, just cause

Things that can be felt, but never touched, like jaebi, still a mystery, discovering she's a luxury, on V-Day girls got hugs for me. Hehee

Magnetism, drawn to you, my fingertips ache, skin shivers, quiet caresses and this longing, roaring, consuming essence. V-Day Love.

A Blind Man's Song

2010-02-17T15:26:52Z

We deal with the realities we are given. That is the mark of any avatar, life form or vessel that holds Light.

As humans, we also do our best. Often in the most undesirable and desolate circumstances. Innately we are driven to carry the Light inside us with tenacity as far along the path as possible.

But sometimes living just gets you down. Take this songwriter who was born blind. In some of his most personal lyrics, he touches hearts by letting us know just how much it sucks to be him:

'Someone tell me where I went wrong, so I can find the words to this song. Please tell me how I was born, with no light to write on.'

So the commute goes faster #1

2010-02-12T14:32:38Z

I wrote this to a beat,
where the heart is always keep
and the sound is ever satisfying just like sweet meat,
tempo so slow it has a scope creep,
so full of character you can never call it tweet.
A bird's song, singing as long as the status form,
sharing it all like a freshman dorm.
Attention spans being what they are,
can't take it too far,
yet our vision is only limited by the brightest star,
see why I rather lightcrafts over human cars,
cause no one can tell we who you are,
and so far,
as the Literary Artist,
these lyrics end up being smartest,
forgiveness,
every now and again I expect a brag,
to make sense of empty space like a disk defrag
[and then i arrive at my destination]

Time School

2010-02-06T21:07:47Z

More than half of the recruits sitting in front of him don't have what it takes. Some are just too old, set in their ways-should probably be in high school somewhere. He scans the room for a hint from the handful that will be around next week, the few that aren't going to get themselves killed.

Jake shakes his head in despair. "If you're serious about becoming a time traveler, you will have to understand the basics. And before you can do that, you're gonna need to forget everything you think you know about the fourth dimension. You think there is a past, a future. You think that one's happened, the other may happen."

Jake speaks with disgust, walking between the aisles of desks. "You think both these things are something different than right now. Sometime before right now you were a bundle of goo goo ga ga at the teat--right. And what about the future, Hunt." Jake says, shouting over the top of the cadets head. The cadet doesn't dare offer a response.

"C'mon, Hunt," Jake taunts. "You've got a bright future, don't you. You're gonna be someone-you're going to fall in love, get married, grow up--isn't that right?"

Cadet Hunt shrivels inside himself, speaking from uncertainty. "Sure--"

"Wrong," Jake scolds. "In Time School, there is no future. There is no past. There is only this moment, there is only this experience. Everything that has or will happen is doing so right now. Remember that. If you cannot remember your name. Remember now-this moment. Think of time in any other way and it will swallow you whole. It doesn't care. As far as time is concerned, you're nothing. Time is. Time exists. And unless you can learn to exist along side it, time will swallow you whole."

Prosin' Like This Episode #1

2010-02-03T01:36:44Z

I feel it in my heart beating a tune sublime. My life pulses with the force that makes stars shine. The glow is human. We are one of a kind.

Is this going to last, are the fields of love so vast, can we grow beyond the past or is the future already too late?

I float high! Dare anyone to touch my magnetic propulsion ride Check me, surfing an atmospheric tide Past the pull of gravity Ima just glide

No force in the multiverse can stop me. Maestro clenches his fists, pulling particles from the matter around him and ignites the atmosphere

Venus rules, I don't follow, kinda find it hard to swallow, as long as she's around, can never be shallow, without her is pity in wallow

It's a gnawing burden, always bearing down on me. Fighting the evil inside every single moment, of every single day. I want to hurt people, I want to cause pain. But my family needs me to be sane.

I hate cars that feel rigid and mechanical. I like lightcrafts.

Have you ever spent ANY time with an Alurian. They just chomp on fruit all day. One after the other. Nonstop. It's slightly amazing. And disgusting. (published by thaumatrope Feb. 2nd 2009)

I don't want to rule the world. I just want to rule myself. How about it, Uncle Sam, meet me halfway?

How can I even belong this high. Somewhere in a hilltop sky. Looking below where everything lie. Sound is old, scream, cry. For none can tell me, I.

Moments became occasion, a stroll inspired adventure. Time was organic. And while blue waves caressed white sand, life blazed into legend.

Dile al amor world tour, reaching for more, land with a grand plan for the sand, porque muy mala ahora cansada as for regrets, nothing, nada

Nano Fiction 1.14.2010

2010-01-15T00:46:58Z

Angels are flying so low, but no means no, I grab the cross bow, and i let the angel know, i'm not ready to go.
After sitting in silence at the table for over an hour, we started packing. Nothing else could be said. No one wanted to work anymore.
After acing all of those advanced technical exams, who'd ever think I would end up living in la la land.
Everyone lies to themselves, mind as well do it on something you like. I'm not judging, it's just, you don't seem to enjoy go-go dancing.
Only by stringing the tiniest moments together, can I ever experience its pleasure. this must be the key notion behind the pogo stick
Father says we're made to upgrade our existence. It may take constant revision but I will be victorious.
First thursday 2010: Discovered that love is forever. It lasts always, long after lovers leave. Love is my gift. It belongs to me.
Eventually Futuregirl got her refund. So did millions of others who were promised '3D' but instead received jazzed up modes of 2D.
I'm inclined to believe Futuregirl. I mean, she is from the future, after all. Put another way, would you follow 15 year old jesus or 33 year old jesus (more futuristic version)
Writers. You may recognize them as the ones that always have to have the last word.
Here comes the night shift-my back surges, neck broadens & fangs rip through my jaws. I scream, unleashing the terror. I am the darkness.
If there's one certainty in the universe it's that someone's getting a good laugh out of life on Earth.
sometimes your stride isn't enough. Your foot stretches and your shins burn. And the only option left is to run
Blizzard of a day, I can't wait to write, aching to get inside like impending frostbite.
I feel it in my heart beating a tune sublime. My life pulses with the force that makes stars shine. The glow is human. We are one of a kind.
If you don't give your dreams wings, you'll never fly.

Science is Better Than Love (Valentine's Day is Silly)

2009-12-16T04:48:06Z

She was one for me. She wants not love, it's gravity she's after. Things that can be felt, but never touched. She wants the effects of the Sun and all the sciences. The radiation tingles her biology. Her heart begs for that chemistry and her pulse is all acceleration. She's thinking of physics now, dreaming about soul mates. Two forms of energy that were once, one. She was one for me. I grew to love her. Then she was no longer my general speed. Her body, scents of relativity. Perhaps she is the same as me but doesn't feel the pull. She's special.

-jaebi
Fiction Scientist

How Can You Blame Someone for What's Going On in Their Head?

2009-12-16T03:25:13Z

I have no control over what my mind thinks, an idea arrests-then vibrates my brain matter. Sometimes, it goes places that are quite uncomfortable. And I'm stuck living this way.

Dear Santa, Can You Bring Inspiration? Thanks

2009-12-03T04:07:15Z

No, Santa isn't likely to be bringing any inspiration. Because he doesn't exist. He was created through a series of stories and images that...do exist. Hm. It seems I have confused notions of reality once again. Moving on..

I believe when we're empty we have nothing to give. Intrinsically, I mean, at a very basic level, we are a combination of things we have absorbed. In every way, often in ways we never notice, we somehow give out the ingredients that were put in. In no being is this more prevalent, nowhere is it no more important, than in a creator.

A creator takes the things she sees and tastes, using every bit of her senses to absorb the world she observes, synthesizes it and remixes it as something new and vaguely familiar.

Those things that come in, those inputs we call inspiration. All human creators are inspired in some way by the same experiences. Circumstances vary greatly between individual lives. By definition, those that share the Human Experience do not treat inputs exactly alike.

But no matter the walk of life, certain inputs inspire fight or flight. A Hollywood star is inspired to laugh just like a custodian. A King knows fear just as well as Joe Sixpack. Creators that seek inputs, those motivations and inspirations, in the hopes that they can make something new are artists.

Using life's inspirations to exist in a world exactly the way it is when you arrive is a waste of precious time for true artists. We want nothing more than to be weaving, programming, crafting, and creating or finding inspiration to do so. We're not sure life would be worth it if we couldn't.

Artists that make new artstuff with enormous speed and stark variance from anything known, we call genius. While she who does more of the opposite, we call Hollywood producers. Either way, without those inspirational inputs, there would be nothing to output.

As a literary artist, it's my duty to seek out inspirations, wherever they may be. It just so happens that New York City is one of those places that makes artlife so much easier (beyond a walk down a city street rife with source material). Here's a few on my list for the month of December09:

MoMA : Tim Burton

In 1989, Tim Burton directed a film that forever changed my view of the world, garnered a lifetime of respect for Michael Keaton and inspired my first tattoo. Need I say more. On show through April 2010 (da future)

The MET : The Art of the Samurai.

In the world of, The Guardians, the dominant self defense and warfare tactic very heavily resembles Samurai weaponry and culture. I don't know what I'm more ashamed of, having never visited Japan or not having been to check out this exhibit yet. October 21, 2009-January 10, 2010

Cirque Du Soleil - Wintuk

The woman are extremely flexible, the guys have Gambit like agility and there are pretty colors. And the women are very flexible. October 21, 2009-January 10, 2010

When You Notice

2009-11-22T22:07:11Z

Until further notice,
I'll borrow your soul,
to paint these images.
I'll ravage your body,
to feed shallow intentions.
I'll degrade your character,
to serve the end I'm after.
I'll suspend your thoughts,
to sell goods I've wrought.
I'll drain your essence
and bask in your absence.
Love to watch you paint your face,
and show you believe in my case.
I can pay a salary with full benefits,
all I ask for is a child's innocence.
I'll inspire your culture with unique difference,
peace throughout the world, good riddance.
I know what you want is edgier television,
I'll remove the need for you to make a decision.
I'll trade you intimate privacy,
for power as far as my eyes see.
I'll make it seem silly for all to be healthy,
for the sake of keeping the economy wealthy.
There's life, there's death and then there's taxes,
sing my guarantee they belong in the same brackets.
I'll keep your schools safe from drugs,
and make sure that alcohol is in great supply,
if you allow me to make nicotine safe to buy.
I promise to give you something to love,
as long as you subject it to what you're afraid of.
I promise to make sure your dreams remain so,
shh, sleep, there's no where to go.
And for any and all who you show this,
I promise to give it all back, when you notice.

11.20.2009.4:48

2009-11-20T21:47:50Z

This is kinda serious,
Eddie Murphy delirious,
I'll get to fiction in a second,
but right now,
I'm hearing this,
social media my brain,
meaning: I'm sharing ish,
Slang by the way,
Is a way,
that they slay,
what you say,
but language is organic anyway.
Dictionary elite,
relics of the past,
though at times a hard copy can save ya ___
Some artists seek forgiveness,
I don't.
Copyright demands we get permission,
I won't.
Inspired by life,
experience the price,
for better or worse,
call her,
my wife.
Feeling so deep,
it cuts like a knife.

10.6.2009:0845

2009-10-09T16:10:15Z

Remember the scene,
where all MJ energy focused into a beam,
passion unleashed all with a scream,
image kind of depicts everything I mean,
when I walk, talk, everywhere I'm seen,
call it if you want, purpose to my being,
gawking in the mirror at changes I'm seeing,
chest swelling up from the air that I'm breathing, heart racing from the life I am leading,
inspired from content that's bleeding,
from the trees, from the seas, from you,
Synthesize it all to create something new,
I pray you recognize what you helped do.

Oos Part 1

2009-10-07T03:10:34Z

She a muse,
gives me all my clues,
sways to all my blues,
devises all my rues,
never follows rules,
always so amused,
laughing like two fools,
forever we never lose,
our life is like a cruise,
across the ocean hues,
a worker with her tools,
build my mind over used,
ideas flood it like a pool,
in which we flow like a school,
everything she say is true,
and I hope you feel it too,
so I show her off to you,
but relinquish, i refuse,
please don't get it all confused,
our consciousness is fused,
the thing I never had to choose,
only thing I have in slews,
only thing i love to slue,
and spin so hard that I drool,
while feeling easy, thinking cool,
sing a song on youtube
run a search on google,
information brand new,
she a ship, I her crew,
trapped like Waterloo,
or animals in a zoo,
while rocking on her croo,
then snacking just to chew,
and drinking just to booze,
understanding silent cues,
conversations are a coup,
so it's fun to argue,
when she act gumshoe,
i combat kung-fu,
if she runs to purlieu,
I give flight to pursue,
play it out like revue,
until we are part two,
we bow and bid adieu,
withdrew what we just grew,
soared where we just flew
sorry to ado