Wishful Thinking.

I wish one day
That someone would be happy to see me
they didn't know me beforehad
Or knew of me
They'd smile & lightly shake my hand
We'd sit in a cafe & tell stories
Laugh at one another in between sips
And from those sips our lips would be wet
And from forth they'd speak some craziness
and that someone would understand it
And not tell me its corny, or that I'm crazy
Or shake their head
Hopefully that someone would agree or smirk
and say they know what I meant

I wish one day
Those who knew me forgot
Couldn't remember me from any other face
Couldn't hear my laugh or notice my smile
Distinguish the Z in my name from an S
that they are used to
It would be nice to if when I walked into a room
All heads looked down
Like saying a prayer
And I'd close my eyes
and when opened, they were gone
Or either it was me who disappeared
Lost in some memory of theirs
and only appeared when they heard a familiar laugh
or saw a familiar smile
Which caused them to laugh to themselves
or smile at something that wasn't looking back at them
Realizing that they are the ones who are crazy

Love Poem.

You have left my proportions
Unproportioned
You untied
My tied shoelaces
You broke
The unbreakable hold
To unmold
A new mold
In which you tied
Your broken string
To her broken heart

Yea. That's Me.

Self-Portrait 2007.

Guess Who's Bizzack.

Well hey people. Midterm week is finally over. Photography midterm critique is finished. Work @ the UGG has been slow. So, I guess I have finally found some time to get back on here and write and post some work of mine and others. Too bad my scanner is tweakin' or I would post my black & white prints, but hopefully it will be working this week because I need to burn a CD for my professor anyways. It feels good to be able to breathe.

I was Bored.

So bored during my break in school. None of my G's are here today, so I'm stuck writing in my sidekick and drinking cranberry juice [yummers]. But as a result of my boredom & loneliness, I concocted up this doozy. Untitled.


My minds numb playing tricks in a padded room
So I bounce ideas off the wall
There's no way out this place, at least anytime soon
So I stand upon my dreams & desires 'til I'm 8 ft. tall
So I can peak throught the little window they providing in this quilted cell
Like a bride I'm engaged to misery but at the wedding I jilted hell
So he comes back to visit and leaves gifts in front of my door
I didnt think you could hold tear in a gift box
Or sprinkle fears like roses on the cold white floor
My hands tied behind my back, my mind tied into a maze
I lay my head on the pillows that cover these walls...


yea its unfinished because I got hungry and went to the Caf lol. SORRY. If I get inspired on my way to the Village I'll finish it. If not, then another one bites the dust.

Sorries.

Hey, I've been pretty caught up with photography, finishing some sketches, regular schoolwork & work period. Much apologies to my 3 lonesome followers [lol] who have been probably wondering where is new material. Too much going on right now to find time to blog but I had a two hour break today in between writing class & American painting art history class to come and write on this nasty joint. Hopefully I'll have some of my photography loaded on my dad's laptop to post up here, along with some new writings. Thanks for actually giving a damn. I'LL BRB SOON! I PROMISE!

XOXO,
Jaz

L'Arte di Mia

BabyFace. 2004.

Inspired by my baby picture. Inspired by the hands of my mom.

24 Hours From Greatness. . .

I know this is a cool line from one of Drake's songs but it's such a great expression of how close I feel to success, but yet how long I must wait until it finally comes. Maybe it will never happen or maybe I'll be so successful, someone else will be writing these blogs for me. But until that time, I sit here in my Polo, my Nudies and my Vans and imagine life in the future. Sweet.

One day I pray I'll find a resolution

I call myself an artist but still can't draw my own conclusion

Of where I wanna go or who I wanna be

Blinded by the lights, not recognizing Me

Me, myself & I is all I work for

No one believes the hype, so I gotta try more

Or gotta try harder, I can't just take on path

24hrs from Greatness...how long will it last?

Will the clock hands ever pass?

Will the sun rise & set to let me know when I'm done yet?

When 24hrs has passed & they saying I'm THE ONE yet?

But the time never comes

I can barely see the sun

Just let my day come is all I ever ask God for

But everyday Im alive, he starts it back @ 24. . .

Words By Me.

Prelude to A Suicide

The light is out
No windows open to catch a breeze
The brown wick breathes out a thin white wisp of smoke
As if wanting to see its breath in the cold air
like when we were kids
The air thickens as I take out a knife to slice the loaf left on the countertop
I butter one side
then put it in the oven
The room is warmed, no windows open to catch a breeze
Like a footprint in the sand, the outline of my figure is left behind on the
suede couch
Take my hand to smooth it out, leaving a white trace behind
Back & forth, a hologram of cream and brown
The butter has turned golden, and I turn around
Knocking over my glass, sprinkling black coffee onto the marble floor
I don’t bother to pick it up right away
let someone mistake it for that same granite
imprisoned in those tiles
The oven is kept on, a candle is re-lit, I don’t bother to unplug the
coffee machine
I walk upstairs to rest, lay down
No windows open to catch a breeze
No light left on to catch me
I don’t worry about the coffee.

Quintessential Kas X Jazmonopalis, NY.

Here's a sneak peak at a little writing cypher me & my homie Kas. This young man is one of the most talented writers I've ever met & had the pleasure of writing with.

Now, ummmm, WE GOIN' IN [lil wayne voice]:


Kas:

If I got paid 2 say I wish

Then I'd fit in with the rest of them losers on that list

Cuz everytime I get focused
And put on a little pressure
An obstacle rise before you to try 2 test ya

And then they tell me in due time, well my time is due
They aint lettin me in and telling me all exits are final....


Jaz:

If I got paid 2 say I wish

I'd purchase a light w/o a broken switch

I'd buy a few more hopes, and hope they'd come true
If not then ill sell some of my soul
Maybe my happiness, give up a smile or 2

Everytime I get focused
And my backs against the rope

I can't even buy time

Bc I'm too busy selling these hopes

My store is never closed, the neon OPEN light 4ever flickers

I'm here to do what they did 2 me, keep selling dreams 2 niggas....

[Kas appears courtesy of http://www.moonshinesessions.blogspot.com/]

Blizzards Are A Bizzitch.

So, the biggest & hopefully last Nor'Easter of 2oo9 destroyed New York City this morning. Full of joy because school was closed [well to me it was lol], I was also very pissed because I had alot of work to catch up on for my photography midterm. But I made the most of what I could. Being the G that I am [haha] I bared the weather conditions & walked around the 'hood taking flicks. Forgetting my hair was wet and my hat had lil holes in it [the fabric design, not beause I'm a bum] I feel like I'll probably be catching the flu for the 234983948934th time this year. Smh, I even had to throw on some Timbs! Anyways, besides all of that it was a little beautiful watching the snow fall across the tree branches and coat the black streets; even very relaxing. BUT, I still hate the Winter. I hate the cold. I hate wearing all these clothes to keep warm. Smfh, Winter is a hoe.

We Rock. We Rule.

My homegirl Lauryn Cooper was the perfect host once again at the 2nd Annual W.R Meeting. A total of 31 friends & strangers crowded Lau's living room for interesting & intelligent discussions & conversations on EVERY TOPIC people in our age group identify with everyday. It was great to see people my age, all of different colors and backgrounds coming together to not "hate" on one another but sit around and talk. Unlike last years first meeting, that only had female attendees, Lau decided it would be cool to add some testosterone to the mix and invited guys to join in the discussion as well. It made for some heated moments but the battle of the sexes discussions were insightful, not just to bash one another. The food was great but I was a little sad there was only ONE BOTTLE of Goose lol, but all in all it was the perfect atmosphere to spend to my Saturday night. Thanx to all the new friends I met & it was cool to see the old ones as well. No matter who we are, WE ALL ROCK.