Love, Baby, Honey Please.

http://www.ibiblio.org/ipa/poems/komunyakaa/my_father%27s_love_letters.php

I'm going to make a conscience effort to really start reading a lot again. Started with No Exit yesterday, and continuing with Yusef Komunyakaa today. Also suggest listening to his readings. Anyway if I do end up putting together any kind of cohesive collection of songs in the next little while, I suspect I'll be titling it 'Love, Baby, Honey Please.' In any case the following may be a somewhat feeble attempt at rekindling my love affair with poetry.

A line of cars in the silver,
that punctured lung feeling of decay
passed on a narrow street
and you feel your feet bog down downtown.
But even if it's unreasonable,
it's really real.
And it's all you can do to hold her awkwardly
on the piles of rocks and chainlink orange
shadows on the dirt glowing
and you can't remember being so young,
but you definitely were,
arms crossed and hat backwards
really feeling every step like new feet,
and maybe now it's all you can do to buy new shoes.
There needn't be an exit, only shelter
and that's why you felt like a shadow
standing in line with the people you never gave change to,
and it changed you.

Greetings From Halifax

So hello everyone. This is my first post from Halifax, and everything I've done here the past couple days has been firsts, and they've all been awesome. Everything seems new and awesome, especially me. Not in the cocky sense, but in the sense that I feel young for the first time since I was like 15. 16 at best. And so what I'm saying is that this city is awesome, and I fucking love it. Just walking around makes me feel new and excited again. Wide-eyed and pumped as fuck. Money is good, Al Pal and I are just rocking buck luv, and today we hung out with Paul and all I can say is that this just seems to keep getting better. In fact, today was thoroughly satisfying and uplifting and fun. And it's just being mature and appreciative that is making it so extremely satisfying. This is one of the most difficult life-changes I've ever made, but it's also the best idea I've ever had, and this seems early, but it isn't. Right now everything is great, and this week Me and Paul (Willie Nelson reference) are gonna start writing. And I'm gonna start hitting the shows and open mics and shit, and it's gonna be awesome. I love and miss all my dawgs, and several other people that are important to me, but this is fucking just brilliant. Brilliant. Also new Cool Kids, couple new Cam leaks from Crime Pays, new Eminem still sucks balls, and we bought Ashes of American Flags the other day and it is mind-blowing. Definite recommendation.

TOP 25 (personal faves)

Cam'Ron
Cadence Weapon
Jay-Z
Lil Wayne
Eminem (up til eminem show including 'Infinite')
The Notorious BIG
Sticky Fingaz
Eazy-E
Juelz Santana
Clipse
Ice Cube
ODB
Ghostface Killah
Drake
Rakim
Big Daddy Kane
Chuck D
Kanye West
Young Jeezy
TI
DOOM
Gucci Mane
UGK
Three 6 Mafia
Murda Mook

OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OKAY OKAY, so I just found this video that I have been looking for for literally three fucking years. I used to rock the fuck outta this back in the day when it was on Rapcity tha Bassment.

http://rapidshare.com/files/222238349/whatmakesanxious.mp3.html

when you split your lips
i am not proud and my chin drops
but i shouldnt have to reason with myself
dont be so unreasonable with yourself
but we wont ever kiss
i am not allowed to let it drop
but i should make my mind up myself
ill make it up to all of you in health

i dont know why ive been stuck for so long
there's just something bout the way she treats me wrong

you shouldn't get to know me
before you meet me
convenient how you're grievin
tell me when you need it

she presses her fist up to her chin
insists she's young cause she's been born again
but the faith she found couldnt be deep enough
so when she wants to drown in pills
i can tell she's serious

i cant take it

'What the Thunder Said,' has really endured as a blog title for me. Nice, TS, nice. Um, I don't know what I'm doing next, but I've been listening to a lot of Morrissey (Viva Hate and Kill Uncle in the spin zone dawg) and Louder Than Bombs, and a lot of rap, so maybe my rapsmiths shit. Um, I guess I could easily finish the country album any day, but I'm letting it sit for a little while cause I really want it to be perfect. So the track list is probably gonna change again. Might be a new song, maybe not. Gotta check some shit. Anyway I'll let y'all know, you know I'm good like that.


Man, VIVA HATE, like wtf? Awesome.

Alright, I'm not gonna front, the last few days have been pretty great. The show last night was really great, everyone played a really good set and everyone was super rad to hang out with and talk to and meet. Did okay, I think, as far as my set went. It was easy to feel confident, lots of support from dawgs. Almost done the new country album. Babette Hayward lent her beautiful voice on a song for it, and I kind of think that makes it worth the free download, don't you? Anyway yeh April might be alright, still super-pumped about Halifax in less than a month. Working at the post office is going okay. I feel like I need to start writing again though, even though I don't really, I could just keep it chill on the real for the rest of the time I spend here. But I probably won't. Probly gonna concentrate on trying to write some with Babs. So much rap shit is happening right now. Still waiting for Eminem's new album (slated to 'Change the game,' if you have any faith in what D12 and Royce have to say about it), Cool Kids album, Cam'Ron's Crime Pays (which has already proved that he's the most gangsta muthafucka alive, DIPSET), Serius Jones just blew my mind with 'Smoke,' though the other singles haven't struck me as much, JR Writer has a new album comin out called 'CineCrack,' which will kick ass. Apparently
Cam owes a label another Dips album, but that won't be for a while, The Dream just put out a new album that kicks ass, and I don't even know what else. 2009 is gonna be awesome. CREAMIN N DREAMIN 0-9 BABY!

"So you were walking that tightrope,
you said it's starting to look like a noose,
it's and seems to me to just be a nuisance.
You were hanging your neck on high hopes,
you said, it's time my money called a truce,
it seems to me to be no use."

All I can smell is death,
the sun from my eyes a spurting bulb,
and I see no colour behind these shades
just cold steel hard pressed
and my body is no temple,
Oh how I roam,
in the fall,
when the curtains shakes like she leaves
Simple enough to make you wanna live.
Anyone so fucking stupid as to

He don't love you, like I love you, if he did he wouldn't break your heart.