Oh, I Think I Like Him....

So I was put onto another dope poet by my main man Kas and this young man definitely became an inspiration for another post and an idea to showcase or highlight some of my writing buddies. I don't know him personally YET, but from one creative person to the next, Sincerest Apologies, you got it man......


P.S his blog URL is www.itsnofacade.blogspot.com.... love him

A Little Bit in Love w. You

Yea, so I finally gave in and wrote a love poem....thanx to T.Mills, I think im beginning to know what this love stuff is all about....


Sometimes I wonder what love is
Is it when you meet someone who makes you laugh
Cry or smile?
When you wake up and only picture their face in your mind?
And in that same mind, you store memories of a first date,
A first kiss, or a first anything...
Is love when you argue, you don't even care whose right
You just love to hear his voice
When he leans in to tell you a secret
The heat from his breath sparks some internal flame
Engulfing every sensor in your body
'Til all feeling for anyone else is burned out
Is it love when you call that person, there's not enough 24/7's or 365's to finish a conversation
When time if only measured in memories, experiences or photographs
Does love grow? Or is it some instant blossom?
Do we get to pick who we love? How can we tell if they are a rose or weed?
Is love rather a want, then a need?
Do I need him, does he want her?
Like, love to me is when I hate you
But I still come back for more
When after you have cut me so deep
I return for you to lick my wounds clean
To me, love is when I can't tell if these tears are for happiness or because you made me unhappy
If I cry because we are a love story, or because our ending will be Romeo & Juliet
I love the kind of love where we talk through our eyes
And we listen through our hearts
And our stomachs make up our minds
When I tune out my friends
To become in tune with you
And when they say you aren't good enough
And I say, you're right...he's PERFECT
When they roll their eyes and talk from behind one anothers back
But those same eyes are full of some hope they find someone like him
And those same backs, I pat during hugs, as their head lays on my shoulder
Wetting my shirt with hopeless tears
To me love smells not like roses, or something sweet
But like sweat and spit
From the hardwork
It's not red or pink
But black and gold and brown and orange
The colors our skin make when become one
Like love to me can't be expressed in a song
It can't be put into words or melody to hum
Or some hallmark card you sign with the blue ink once a year
It can't be written or typed
. . . so I wasted all this time, when I could have just been in love.

Kasanova's Insight #39: Out Of Town Girl. . .

Once again, showing love to Kas. . .he's had alot to say these days :-)


Out Of Town Girl

Falling for your energy out of town girl
Titles are overrated you don't have to be my girl
Slice the earth in pieces, you have your own world
Overwhelmed by your energy out of town girl
With a gifted naked mind
Sphered contours
Statuesque silhouette
Couldn't reach the limits out of town girl
Enter into my studio
Fall asleep into the sounds
Melodies carry you around
Right to the top 'til you sleeping with the clouds
2 becomes 1, you don't have to come down
No air in the room
The places im trying to go
You don't need to breathe
Can't take you to the next
Take smaller steps
If you need a little bit, I'd let you catch your breath
I'm never taking you home out of town girl
Never you alone out of town girl
Falling for your energy out of town girl

Kas vs. Keenan

Here is another poem done by my pal Kas (Quintessential Kas is the blogname). He's really a dope writer. So here it goes. . .


Hand on my chest but I can't feel a pulse
If guilt was tranparent, I'd be looking ghost
Mostly I suppose
My feelings on the road
Driving slow on the interstate anywhere away from home
If butterflies fluttering represent nervousness
Then what I got inside of me must be a birds nest
Breaking all hearts no apologies
Saying I love you is just a pet peeve
I only tell lies, what were you expecting
Heart on my arm but I wear a thick sleeve
I'm not leading you on, I just entertain
I tell you what you want to hear no thing else to explain
Taking steps with me is like taking steps in flames
Somebody should've warned you its self-inflicted pain
If everything I wanted was right before my eyes
and lookes into the sky and god winked his eyes
No matter how hard I try
With you right by my side
I can't recognize forever when its wearing a disguise
I'm the author of every page but you can't read my book
Took a second to relax plus multiple second looks
All decisions made with precision
Live and let die
But I rather be living
This cliff is steep and my rivers run deep
I play the games yall playing but I play the shit for keeps
It's your court and ball bouncing off the walls
When it all comes around and that wall fall downs
You gone have to dig alot 'til the foundation found
That's why the base that we building has to be sound
If you lookin for perfection this my confession
Kas a heartbreaker hope you learned your lesson.

Photography Midterm Pt.II: Empire

*I will try to post the photo's from my final project when I get time to load them up!*

Photography Midterm Pt. I: Empire

These were my first photos ever using a SLR. The focus of the class of course was a beginner's Black & White course. Sorry they are so dark, Dell's aren't really that poppin' for editing purposes[lol].

So my "idea" derived from my love for Greek & Roman art. Whether sculpture, painting, writing, etc., they pretty much were a quintessential example of a great artistic movement. I had taken many advanced drawing classes, which the focus is always on Greek & Roman sculptures depicting very statuesque men & women. Visiting The Met almost twice a week, I found myself to always be roaming the Greek & Roman Art wing, examining the intricately carved statues, that I swear are so realistic, probably come to life when we are all asleep. So, I took all the aspects from my other art classes and found that much of New York City's architecture is reminiscent of Greek & Roman architecture. A very boring and common theme for photography, but I'd thought it'd be a pretty reasonable task for me to handle for my first shot at photography.

*More photos in the next post.*

And So It Begins....

So, school is finally over! Yes, Spring semester 'O9 is a thing of the past & now we can all sit in anticipation, waiting for our grades to be posted. I do not think I did as well as I have done in the before, but I am finally officially A SENIOR so I have diagnosed myself with Senoritis, which gives me the free pass to slip up, or be late, or even almost fail a class. I am happy that I have survived another school year without anything crazy happening to me. I am happy that I have learned how to use a SLR camera and semi-mastered printing photos. I am happy that I learned the drawing techniques of Leonardo DaVinci and plan on developing better figure drawings and/or paintings. I am happy that I was able to read great novels by New York writers in my english class, which gave me a slight glimmer of hope that if this art sh*t doesn't go too well, I have a future in my #1 love, writing. I have registered for my Fall 'O9 classes & much to my dismay that I might, well most likely, fail or not get the credit for my American Painting art history class, I will have to register for a third art class to finally finish my 42-credit art major. I don't really know what I'm doing with myself, or my talents but going into the final stretch of my college career, I know the long road to that Soho loft apartment, starts here. . .