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The voice

2010-07-29T10:53:00.001-04:00

Everyone has a voice but only a few wants to be heard, yet everyone wants to talk, things can get so absurd. We stay following the leader like their flock or some herd. Knowing that there is only 1 leader, The I Am, and that can be found in his word.

But its important to know the power and impact of your voice. Fully aware of the situational factors, tone, inflections, your projection and word choice.

We are often setback, bc u didn't think the person u were talking to would react like that. Little do we know that our aforementioned actions did attract such an impact.

I'll be the first 2 admit, some are indeed intentional because sometimes you just need to feel then deal with the situation.
It is that voice that attempts to apply reason and understanding, yet understanding that some things just might not apply to you. Ultimately it is for you to choose.

The voice

The Design Collective

2010-07-28T13:24:00.000-04:00

About 5 years I had a vision, among many might I add. But my vision was to somehow merge my passion for writing and graphic design into a publication. Something easily portable, like the dimensions of a BACKJUMPS , yet visually smoothing.

I saw this publications lounging in salons and barbershops city-wide, in swanky hotel bathrooms and even your coffee table for visitors to peruse through.

I wanted the look, feel and read of it to offer a warm feeling. Almost like when you walk into a sweet smelling house and even after you leave you can still smell it. Timeless

I also saw this publication to be a platform for other artists and writers to be heard, hence the brand The Design Collective.

Needless to say this idea never took float, but if by chance you can even remotely grasp the vision, shoot me an email. To see the full Collection visit The Design Collective

RDP PORTFOLIO

2010-07-27T15:18:00.004-04:00

The RDP Portfolio has been updated over the past few days to include some recent and some work from the past, enjoy. RDP Portfolio

The System

2009-07-29T09:06:00.001-04:00

you might wanna be cautious of what you accept as the norm
how things are, versus how things just ought to be.

especially when others have an affect on your destiny
by virtue of their position of authority
they're human just like you and me
therefore there'll be things they dont-wont know or see and/or capable-able
to ever be.

got-chu asking will I ever be free.

cuz see they may create chaotic constructs, projecting their (true) feelings
onto you. Persuade'n the things you should and should not do yet inferior to you

but by virtue of their title should be superior to you -
so confusion is the method they choose to use in attempts to earn an edge -

But i'm no fool - from the new old skool - so i know the ledge and i'm not easily moved.
For those who know we see right thru and do our best to educate the masses.
Like success is not really about kissing asses.

More like defining an identity - consisting of the individual as well as those surrounding.
Yet existing as one definitive entity.
Driven by a purpose and spoken with a clear voice - Reminiscent of a stable
composure
- decisive -
there's a clear choice that defines your sense of closure.

when you can wash your hands and say its over...
and its over.

or perhaps that particular battle

for the system....
the war still grows on -
the revolution does not have to be televised -
but it still goes on.
and only the strategic and those who are tactful will stand strong.
aware of the mental conditioning -
the difference between who you want to hear and who should be listening...
trains of thought preferred to simmer - so later as they're revisiting...
yep! later on they're just now getting it....
but at least they got it...
cuz everybody's not promised....

I am more

2009-07-19T00:47:00.001-04:00

I am more than 140 characters.
More than your operations manager.
More than the dude dancing like its '92 to a hot club banger. (Pump, pump, pump it up)
I'm more than the peace u go running for when your running from hurt, harm or danger.
More than the seemingly angry black man you approach despite the fact that I'm clearly a stranger.
I am more than whatever question you ask me.
More than the love/hate relationship we have.
More than any lust for cash.
I am more about reflection as oppose to always pointing the finger at you.
But I'm also more about keeping to myself, therefore disclosing very little.
But I am more than tact and matters of practice.
Cuz I'm more like experience is a valuable lesson...but only if you know how to apply it. Accept it or deny it. Open your eyes or remained blinded...
But then I'm reminded.
That applying it might not be for everybody...nothing ever is.
So some jokas just won't get it...and that just is...
A hard pill to swallow but everybody aint promised tomorrow.
Not destined for happiness nor success yet self-loathing drowning in sorrow. Never having, always in a position to borrow and not understanding why. Still trying to be fly.
But I am more than designer threads, more that patent leather Prada's, I'm way more hotter, kinda like a Tariq Trotter wit my hat low. The under-rated with an undeniable sick flow. And even though on a commercial level I may never blow. But for what's real, jokas know.
That's why I'm more, because I'm not meant for everybody...and I'm cool with that. Not looking for your approval or acceptance. I'm just too grown for that.
Cuz I am more for the eclectic as you have to be slightly touched to get it.
Get it?

But where are you now? (Circa 2001)

2009-07-18T23:54:00.001-04:00

you say you been thru it all...
the hot spots, live spots, 3 dollar shots.
you say you ran thru 'em all
Pushed a whip that made everybody loosen their jaw.
had jokas clinging to your flaws.
From da one on one...
two on one
to uh brawl.

And chipped my other tooth.
Had no insurance so for a while i just let it hang loose.
And you wanna know, where I am now.
and what about love.
Man I knew it was love when really began to listen to her voice.
innocence outlines her speech.
when she walked away, turn'd away with my soul I would reach, out.
Beseech thee to join me in finding out what love is about.
and she grabbed my hand.
Together we went like 3 yrs deep into the horizon.
Discovered what was once covered by the urban grey skies (and)
Lived memories that will never die....
and where am i now.

I felt jazz music like i knew i was there.
Miles Dee. John Cee, Dizzy and nem was there.
Kicking butts till raw nicotine filled the air.
From the Love Supreme to da Blue and Green...listening to Dizzy sing.
I wrote life to the lines that they produced and it reads like Book 5.
When the horn play...if ya listen u can hear the truth.
Been long since i last put my trumpet down and look at me now.

I done stayed up all night
A soft lamp and t.v. for light.
A bag, blunt, books and staedtler to write.
Took time to define my outline
then pack'd the knapsack'd
and to my canvas, to my world, it was all mine.
tagging up walls in record time

I wrote and wrote, till my books were hard to define.
Speculations range from poetry, folklore to underground rhymes - but all i
do is design.
And where am I now.

Mental stay strapped
Mental stay trapped
Mental even more abstract.
Pockets rarely consistently phat.
Developed a stroke that'uh arch ya back
gotcha questioning, what defines black.
and why love gotta be like dat.
REad till you uncover what you lack.
and where am i now you ask...
even deeper in fact.

circa 2001

For the lovers (circa 2005)

2009-07-18T20:45:00.001-04:00

I can feel you in every part of me, more importantly I feel you in the
realest part of me.
Like when the final hour hits - faced with the inevitable and there's no
where to hide.
All you can rely on is your truth, which resides deep inside your soul
exposed thru your eyes.
Naked - lacking a facade - (lacking)a disguise.
Just you.

When distance exists as a mere technicality -
because your never more than a heartbeat away.
Never more than a thought away -
But I hate to be too far away.
Cuz even when we were at our farthest.
Relationship at its darkest -
and it was the hardest to fight the feeling to call.
Up there pretending not to care - as if love was never there at all.

But anybody who knows, knows that perception is dead wrong.
Cuz it was like I captured your essence in the songs I kept on repeat from
dusk till dawn.
Baby girl stayed on deck - I got you on 12 inch, CD, cassette, maxi-single
and box set.
cuz melodies never die -
Searching for the truth thru music cuz instruments never lie.

Yet open to interpretation - which is where I found you, found us.
Forever riding the beat - on or off beat.
Defy'n tradition -
defining our own -
not rely'n on the system
Refusing to be clones.
(we) rejected what they said we had to be - but not really know what it
truly was, truly is.

See there are no cliché's or blanket statements - we're better off being
categorized by existence and
quantities of time. The finality of your touch is that it is dynamic.
A decade into the horizon and still have yet to full understand it.
Your voice speaks volumes that consumes blank faces and crowded rooms. from
the adept to inept.
(And) I exist as your greatest fan.
Would like to be the period of your every sentence, your opening and closing
remark, the light at the end
of the tunnel when your vision grows dark.
The rhythm of the drum that beats your heart.

And its like - I know or thought I knew what it was to be in love - but
truth be told - I don't know what it is to be
in love with you.
So all this right here - all this right now, seems brand new.
I mean I thought about u - but now I really think about u.
and love to get lost in conversation - even if it is all in my mind.
you think I keep those tracks on repeat - girl I keep our conversations on
rewind.
Because your words mean a lot to me. Perhaps even more than I think.
I feel you running thru my veins as I walk to the train.
focused - so focused bc I know ur with me.

I'm so stuck on your details - your tone of voice at times - it honestly
melts me.
As I cling to your sentences - admiring your imagination.
The other day I sat back in your chair and said how the hell did she think
of that?!
A phrase that I don't often utter about others, but see you take the thought
process just that much further.
and I know I don't say this often enough - but you truly impress me.

So let's talk about your style...your like the MET - meets Jerry Gant.
Hold up - but can I just say - can I just say that your the first and last
thought and somehow everything in between.
My muse - see its been a long time since I felt like this - trust me I know
this feeling.
Where I almost don't wanna write about it - for fear I may lessen its
sanctity, but I damn sure cant hold it inside.
you probably can see it on my face - cuz ur like my sunshine.
And even if I don't talk to you - even if I don't see you - u can still make
my day.

Bathroom revisions (circa 1999)

2009-07-16T09:09:00.002-04:00

I'm inclined to believe that I find peace within rainbows.
Hidden beyond the mystery of its existence (sporadic) mathematic formulated sporadic appearance.
At mid-day, after timid showers..pastels built bridges...connecting yesterday with tomorrow so that they meet halfway today.
But no one really knows, cuz even though we witness such a sight on an every now then, its true value, its existence and the mystery of which I eagerly embrace....while others...
Well damnant quod non intelligunt....frightened by the foreign knowledge by condemn'n the unknown. Consequently you condemn your future. We don't thrive on what we know, we thrive on what there is to know....
Through our incessant steps toward convenience we the people must grow.
I think my foot is about to fall asleep...hand me that tissue.

Remeoner

All about passion.

2009-07-15T23:19:00.002-04:00

Cuz its all about the passion factor of the manner. Its the fuel that makes things happen and the lack of. Well that's a different story. Cuz its get 2 a point where there is beauty in everything, even the struggle, the stumbles and the falls...but ur passion drives you 2 make sense of it all. Understanding so much more after the rains have past. Pain has passed yet scares still lasting, I guess serving as a reminder of the questions I should ask myself daily.....

Cuz I'm still digging 4 the truth. To the point where u can hear it in my voice. Destined to capture every word in an image and let that speak 2 you. Beyond products and services, more like a lifestyle. ...

Filled with thick baselines, crisp hi-hats, snares and kicks, flares and riffs. Haunting lyrics with soulful samples, enchanting just 2 get u n a trance or 2. When you close ur eyes and visualize the notes in color, in shape, emotion and time.

Capture that very essence and translate 2 zeros and ones.

At naseaum, till its no longer a thought, all instinct. Designs flow thru my veins...with each breathe each day shapes what is 2 become. Cuz have the fun is indeed the process. From not knowing to gettn it done. Then taking it 2 the bank. Its not even a thought. That's just what we do. I want my presence 2 speak for itself. So much can be said with silence.

Communicating in warm tones a touch of grunge, just bc dats me. Strokes in realism, midtones filtered thru fantasy.

But designed from a philosophy an identity,

Design to brand.

... (Circa 2008)

2009-07-15T09:03:00.001-04:00

So I still get caught up in memories from the past. For some they got me asking how long will they last?
Like why can't I just 4get them then deal with them when I pass on to my next lifetime.
Till then, while going thru and well beyond that space n time.
Learn to understand what it is that your going thru, then place the understanding n the proper place n ur mind.
Own the belief and take it heart or live n a world that's moving 'cept u cuz u stuck at start.
Ur perception then gets jaded, innocence is fading, easily persuaded, tongue is sharp yet ur vision is dark, borderline morbid on some space out, other orbit as if the world revolves around you.
And there is one universal train of thought.
And oh how we wish that was so true. We assume life wld be less stressful, as if you really want everyone thinking like you.
Existing on both ends of the spectrum. Bipolar on some for just as much as ur polite, ur equally disrespectful, and if not to anyone else, to urself. We're so truthful that we begin to believe our own lies.
While adding layer after layer to the construct of own mind. A collection of old skool hip hop, alternative, house, 70's soul, jazz and rock. Narratives, monologues, epics and random paragraphs written on pages wit no lines.
Like it was all in the same thought.
Kinda hard to distinguish one from another, so we tend not 2 bother and in turn disregard our polarity. Like who we really are versus who we want 2 be and what it takes 2 get there.
What is right and what is fair from what just is.
And how to deal wit it. Because there is a difference.
Its way to easy to point out how someone else failed the system, as if ur always the victim of premeditated attacks.
Claiming u always keep it steady. Strong arm, always bringn peace never harm.
No one is always the same, for that defies the essence of a bad day, as relative as they maybe....it still is.
And we still have them, same goes being always being.
We're never always anything, outside of ourselves, even if ur living a lie, that's still you.

Remeoner

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Now playing: Caetano Veloso - Um Canto De Afoxe Para O Bloco Do Ile (Ile Aye)
via FoxyTunes

The Power of Time‏ (circa 2001)

2009-07-14T10:52:00.000-04:00

time is what the world needs, time is all we have as longs we're breathing.
time is what is that helps u believe in. what ever it is that needs to be
believed.  time is the cure to your ailment, time relieves...we count to ten
when stress levels reach peak...we go for walks we when prefer not to
speak..time tuh get away.

hours and seconds equate to not just time passing by, rather opportunities
to further find out why,
why it is u do the things that do, what really defines you.  Habits are only
habits cuz u been doing them over time.
funny thing is that time aint on our side.
street lamps come on to fast when u wanna stay outside...pops say get
inside.
drags like big booties strolling down ghetto streets, reaching far...yet the
image is still in sight.
8 hours seem tuh last so long some days..burning slo-mo the summer sun type
heat rays, slowing me down.

but even that can be used to reflect. used to dissect, introspection..self
inspection, cuz u cant do it when u tied up when someone else. effectively
that is, satisfying the moment I guess.  serving the hugs, physicality, do u
really know the true impact of sex...does it cloud ur mind....does it fly by
night, all our answers will be revealed in time.

time..is the only test of love, not going to clubs wit ur girls, wit ur
boys..cuz if u bite ur tongue now, or then, time will bring in the funk,
bring in the noise...and truth will be revealed. time is the only true
evidence that proves what u feel and even then time will be the deciding
factor as to the next step.  next breath.

do u move on, or try to rebuild whats left,
Study...
Time.

remeoner

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Now playing: Soulstice - Fall Into You
via FoxyTunes

Frozen (circa 2001)

2009-07-13T13:06:00.001-04:00

it'll be crazy to think that i perpetuate the ill-ness. moving like i have
not a care, nothing to stress for. everything to live for, just to keep me
stable. distort the perception of the populace, like i'm always able. to
make it happen.  there's no need for u to know what lurks in the darkness of
my life, just get a firm understanding of my lines of wrong and right, u
know what, come to think about it u aint even gotta getta grip on my plight.
cuz it's not your life. you got ya own to deal with.  And how you gone get
there, if mines stays on your palette, is that u just keeping it "real". or
you just wanting me to feel how much of azz you are.
Yeah i'm frozen, but not like diamonds or ice. not really into fusing heavy
materialism into my life.  rather fuse susbstance to maintain my search for
my light.  clears my lines of sight. and broaden my horizon. do more, become
even more surprise'n till i make myself jump back, like how did i just do
that. and from where did that come from.
Be so much more, in just one: with just one pen, one train of thought, one
brand of lead. one soul, one GOD.
Strive to be conceptual, more than just intellectual, but actual and
factual, dismissing all myths and fallacies.
never letting too much of the wrong thing get the best of me.
(and) i hardly rest, see i feel i have so much to do, and i dont know if i'm
a see the next day's sun, so my days are never done, if anything they all
merge and form one. only problem is. I have yet to keep the Sun.
I believe in that you know.  Supplies me with visions and even more clear
visions, opens my eyes to just what my life can be. so i follow the rays,
tracing the outlines, in attempts to just be free.  with nothing holding me.
but what if it's true.  what if i do perpetuate the ill-ness, and my
problems, what if it's me?
I'd like to step outta body, and see for myself. can i see who i am? having
been thru the situation, take it back ya know, and point out where i went
wrong.  where i couldnt let the thought go, cuz i held a grip too strong.
forcing issues to grow long.  feeling it in my bones. seduced. would i be
able to see when i was consumed by the love jones'n. and catch myself. can i
catch myself?
Running. yep i'm running, and aint nobody catching me, nope not even myself.
so focused on being focused that i never know my way. really?

Let Me Tell You How I See It (circa 2002)

2009-07-11T09:57:00.001-04:00

You can do what you wanna do...live life as you feel...living life as you please.
But please don't distort your perception to the point where self is deceived...
reality is still the bottomline. The game gets twisted when Jedi tricks of the mind
are played. the only way to get over is to live by facts...assumptions and fallacies
do very little in keeping the facade intact.
find ya'self caught up in the whirlwind and get taken back.

I dig that life operates in full circle..the more you think you're hurting them...
the more you're hurting you. You can call it Karma...a stipulation set forth
by your God, or an element of life and you preach all day about the
relativity of what's wrong versus what's right. When the isht hits the fan...
reality will clear up your sight..not by will more so by might.
And what was once shaded by the void will be exposed to the light.

That's how I see it.

remeoner

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Now playing: Pat Metheny Group - Sometimes I See
via FoxyTunes

Brighter Days (circa 2000)

2009-07-11T09:28:00.000-04:00

I come before you as humble as I know how. Lacking the glitz and glamour that tends to flood the airwaves... a snazzy rhyming scheme to dance upon the words I say. I'm tired of rpeaching about the struggle...as that is information already known. So they flow without saying.. ..but thru all that I wish to display my faith in a brighter day. A better way. peep the statement that's highly overrated. Troubles Don't Last Always
trip and fall won't always and forever be the game to play.

So you say where and how do I find the strength..say where is the sun
to calm the raging seas. I dare say that shine starts deep within thee...
introspection, step outta body, peep the situation from a third person
perspective. Shine that light on yourself...discover...uncover your faults,
before blaming someone else.

There's a lesson to be learned in every shortcoming, in every heartbeat a thumping...
learn something, grow-up, quit the game playing and bugging..poking ya bottom lip out
and shoulder shrugging. Implant those brighter days within your destiny.

Decide and stand firm in your convictions that the struggle will never get the best of me.
Complain when you have to, we're human so we can. But overcome by sunset.
Because you're a strong man and woman...understand your cycle of life.
Stand firm in what you believe is wrong and what is right.
Work hard during the day so you can sleep peacefully at night. Brighter days.
Brighter days start with you.

remeoner

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Now playing: Little Dragon - Scribble Paper
via FoxyTunes

Let the Truth be Told (circa 2005)

2009-07-07T09:13:00.000-04:00

There is a lot 2 hide, while providing some degree of transperancy as it supplments honest gestures with sincerity.
And it's not so much about skeletons from the past because nothing will ever change that from existing as facts. But its moreso about your daily occurrences, daily interactions, the development of a new attraction, the discrete distractions, your minor or major legal infractions, your newly acquired habits and attachments.
How we shade to others and ourselves where our thoughts take us. How our feelings really make us feel. The truth of the matter of what's real
There's a lot 2 hide.
Even the non-egotistical type has an image 2 uphold...there's a look assigned to all of us, by destiny, by choice doesn't matter, cuz we live to define, refine just what we present 2 others....
So you won't know that I'm broke cuz I look like I got money...double-stitch vintage jean, sneaker and my cut is so clean. You wouldn't know that I'm doubting myself cuz I'm quick wit the lip and my tongue is mean...but read between the sentences.
We redirect conversations of alleged personal attack - tap dancing around questions like Mr. Bojangles - offering answers with spins and different angles or just flat out ignore the inquiry.
All in the name of protecting a position - discrediting an accusation or suspicion, even deny'n ones intuition...
And they say the truth is not easily told...that's where I beg 2 differ...it is in the acceptance where the problems lie. Most of us form coherent sentences daily...so finding the words really isn't the issue...more Like the aftermath and residuals, the distance and lack of a view, the smell of change and life anew....
So go ahead and let the truth be told.


remeoner


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Now playing: Little Dragon - Scribble Paper
via FoxyTunes

Taste of a Stable Composure (circa 2003)

2009-07-06T11:53:00.000-04:00

I like the struggle, just tuh overcome. I like closure. conclude it.
look'n back, knowing that it's done for a fact.
I like facts...that learn me a lesson.
It's my means of survival when times is hard and I find myself stressing.
I like tuh find that release, so that i can intake a deeper understanding
of life. of my light...while living on this planet.
See I like moving forward. that was the whole point of me mentioning my
fondness of closure.
elements of a stable composure.
eat'n  on trials and tribulations.
to make the HELL out of it, not barely making it over.
I like creating waves, transport'n trains of thought.
address'n you by your senses.
smelling you feeling me, seeing you hearing me, taste'n my sentences.
I like that.
I like making connections...
So I stay with a pen, pad and I stay uh sketching out my trials...out my lessons.
imprinted on pages with no lines...no con-fines...defined with an eternal reflection
so even when i die, the composure still remains, like the chains of slavery
the memory is engrained
times may change. yet fundamentals remain the same.
So I connect to make self-complete
I want peace when it's sun outside, just as much as i want peace in my sleep
I like to address internal conflict.
address internal beef.
when ya mind feel a mush, stuck talking to yourself, like u been touched
consumed by the means of Confucius and the pressure u just feel too much.
your release could be that ur lying to urself. in attempts to fool everybody else.
Address internal conflict.
I like to motivate. create verbal mechanicals. that take lines gone curved
and make dem lines gone straight.
Dont like living in the past. I rather live up to date.
Upgrade.
Up late downloading my driver updates.
Stable composures help you efficiently operate. effectively moderate in ur
face situations.
are u stable enough to feel me?

(I then merge with the darkness...fading away from the beaded microphone)

remeoner


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Now playing: Jimpster - Closer To You
via FoxyTunes

Love: U Call It (circa 2001)

2009-07-06T11:38:00.000-04:00

Love aint just because his hands are soft, cuz any body cant put some lotion on
we dont love just because we dont think that there is any one for us out there
Love is not about settling, less u settle for the realization that no one is perfect
love is about understanding, and simply trying to make it work
love is not selfish, however love does require time and effort.
Love is about sacrifice, what u dont do just now,
will allow u to sleep at night, follow me here
love is about doing what's right, even after u done did some wrong
Love is about believing in what u cant see, cuz u wont always be there. or
wont always hear...
Love is about companionship, cant be lover without being a friend.
Love is not all physical, that's where gray areas are defined.
Dont sleep on how fast lust can flood ur mind.
Love is not about bringing  up the past, cuz that was then and this is now.
Love is definitely not about pulling a tit for a tat.
Love is not childish, we are grown ups here.
Love is about being realistic, not idealistic....
Love is not about listening to what every body else says, cuz who's to say
that they have ur best interest at heart.
Love is not easy, Love is not logical. Love is not what u think
Love is not just three little words
Love is remorse cuz u know u done wrong, Love is pain, love is stress, cuz
aint nothing ever easy
But love is also a smile, love is that long summer day, and even longer
summer night,
Love aint everything right, cuz were u gone find that in somebody
Love is.repairable, it also believes that what doesn't kill it, will make it
stronger.
love...I tell ya
love....tell me
ELL.OH.VEE.EEE

u call it..

remeoner


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Now playing: Amel Larrieux - We Can Be New
via FoxyTunes

Fast Lane (circa 2001)

2009-07-06T10:14:00.000-04:00

once driving the fast lane, to a place where sanity is drained, tears of joy
are replaced by tears of pain...isht aint no game. not to be played with
hopes of just putting 50 cents back in the machine when all lives is lost.
in this particular case, not 50 cent rather ur life would be the cost.  love
would be the cost.  disbelief would be the emotion, got everybody thinking,
wishing u were yet there, still going thru the motions.  but ur not there.
life has been reduced to a tear, and fond memories, when it didnt have to
be...
 
it's not about being locked up, or even a death thing.  but when ur going so
fast, your sure to miss some things...miss that word or two...fail to grab
hold to help this is being offered to you.
 
hate tuh find urself missing, whatever it was that u once had, cuz everybody
done turned their back on you..forcing you to go about ur business, and just
yo business.
 
people get tired of trying...get tired of being there and no where at once.
cuz they got their own ish deal wit...and who really gots time to
spare...time to be here, and be there...something gotta get left behind, if
jokers are about something,
 
but who wants to continuously put stuff off till a later date. mark it up as
a come back to, and all that good Samaritan flava dies out in time.
Volunteers stop volunteering when they feel all hope is lost or just cant
take it no more.
 
It's a  very fine line that we have to walk, borderline stable and unstable.
and in cases like that u cant blame them for walking away, cuz it's not
their job to get yo life right or keep yo life right...lucky if they take
the time to offer some insight,
 
dont take this as a grim outlook on the world. cuz help is out there and
love is out there, but u cant suck the well dry...
cherish the hello's, jokers aint gotta problem saying goodbyes. no need to
ask to why..
 
funny cuz u would then only be able to blame ya-self...
while looking in the mirror, the reflection shows no one else, nothing more
and nothing less than what u did, and what u have caused...I think jiggah
said it best, you gotta learn how to live with regrets, put it in the past.
and just deal with what is left....no sense of living thru the
should-uh...could'uh...if i just would'uhs..... cuz it's all said and done.
 
 
and it is ur job to move on...if u want to give ur people something, so they
dont have to reach too far...then u do just that, and never look
back....outside of a daily reminder of where u ought not be....
 
dont let life past u by...
do what u gotta do to get the peace restored....
get out that fast lane....

remeoner


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Now playing: Jill Scott - Whenever You're Around
via FoxyTunes

just started...

2009-04-20T18:47:00.000-04:00

well, i just leaped into a new era, where it all has to work - so let me build this game plan and set design this site.....