Showing posts with label happiness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label happiness. Show all posts
Friday, April 29, 2011
THE BLOCK
Rappers blame "the block" excessively. Everything fierce happens here. Girls get pregnant and guys get murdered for being on the wrong corner wearing the wrong colors. Metaphorically, the phrase conveys the miseries of poverty and the pursuit of fleeting gains. Other artists exploit "the hood" instead, stoking its streets with beats that embellish its quality.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
OUR DEPICTIONS
Desire depicts what we invent for ourselves.
Desire dwells above demands that betray its aims. It yields occasionally yet maintains its distance until it accomplishes its intentions, enduring whatever denies its passion, accomplishing with patience what others abandon.
Desire dwells above demands that betray its aims. It yields occasionally yet maintains its distance until it accomplishes its intentions, enduring whatever denies its passion, accomplishing with patience what others abandon.
Friday, April 15, 2011
FAR ENOUGH
We seldom go far enough save to see others perform. Meanwhile our dreams remain still-born. We behave as if others are inherently better because we gather in coliseums and stadiums where we experiene the mayhem of greatness, and the sense of excitement that we desire for our lives; even if we don't want it to be that size. What matters is the sizzle.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
DATING DESTINY
DESTINY FAVORS MONOGAMY. CELIBACY AND RESOLVE
What is your type? We're all supposed to have one. How do you like your dream --tall and dark or short and easy? Have you found one marriage-worthy or are you still waiting? If so, don't be rushed or ridiculed into choosing. Trust destiny instead to deliver.
What is your type? We're all supposed to have one. How do you like your dream --tall and dark or short and easy? Have you found one marriage-worthy or are you still waiting? If so, don't be rushed or ridiculed into choosing. Trust destiny instead to deliver.
Sunday, April 10, 2011
SO MUCH
So much of what we say is based on conjecture. So much of what we desire is rooted in illusion. So many of our dreams are as deeply doubted as they are desired. So much of our life is ambiguous, ambivalent, and still-born.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
CROSSING OVER
Threaten fear and it will cheer us on.
Thresholds threaten but can't prevent our entry unless we doubt our chances. If so, we remain on the verge resisting the urge to crossover.
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