Scattered... but Covered:
Thoughts on a Need-to-Know Basis
Sunday, January 4, 2009
A Male Perspective?
I'm downloading 88 Keys' latest album, The Death of Adam. It supposed to give an insight on male relationship induced pain. It seems to cover everything. I wanna give it a listen.I don't believe men hurt the way women hurt. I know some women are no good, like
Me personally have realized that most things that hurt me that men do to me are things that I allow them to do. If a man gives you some wicked awesome dick and then tell you that he doesn't want a relationship, no matter how good your nash is, believe him and then run far away. I wrote a poem once, "I need to stop acting like my pussy is a dick," because I was (is) so hooked on his sex like some insatiable man.
I was in love with this person and I spent maybe a year within that "relationship" in pain from having a crush on someone who is very present in my life and knows my body sexually better than any man I've ever been with. I will never be able to make love to him, but he fucked me once/twice a month.
He now comes by for "maintenance," as I call it, but I know that he now lives with a woman and he will not allow me to deal with that. He will not admit it. I, for one, feel betrayed. If he needed a woman, why didn't he want me? But i'll just leave it at that. Ultimately, I've decided that he's only good to me for one thing and I, him.
But, anyways.... This cd is to cover all the aspects of male/female relationships and things. BFF (Best Fucking Friend, i.e. see above), M.i.l.f.s, Unprotected Sex, STDs, etc. This might be the best hip hop breakup material since "U R the One" by Mos Def. It's done! We'll see...
Labels: interesting people, love, strange inspirations, thoughts
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
JM 041 (one of my poems)
it was daytime on the plane
the sun sneaked into my window from its glare on cotton balls
light shined on the cook book I was reading
and I tried to think of which food you’d like-
then-
the clouds opened and revealed a whole town
submerged in darkness with orange lights burning
it was the strangest thing I had ever seen
(are we not of the same sky?)
me:
the sun sneaked into my window from its glare on cotton balls
light shined on the cook book I was reading
and I tried to think of which food you’d like-
then-
the clouds opened and revealed a whole town
submerged in darkness with orange lights burning
it was the strangest thing I had ever seen
(are we not of the same sky?)
me:
of pure sun and just below
darkness
as if peering into a murky fish tank
with buildings strategically placed in dark gravel
and dust rising and resting in floating rings around each one
How I wish you were with me to see this-
I’d tap your leg
Although I know you’d just open one eye
nod-
then go back to sleeping.
darkness
as if peering into a murky fish tank
with buildings strategically placed in dark gravel
and dust rising and resting in floating rings around each one
How I wish you were with me to see this-
I’d tap your leg
Although I know you’d just open one eye
nod-
then go back to sleeping.
Labels: poetry, strange inspirations