The Lost Stanzas: Part 2

Shouldn't have treated me like them boys from your past,
I could've been the man of your Future.
But Your Blind like a bat.
So I'm OFF THAT , and ON TO THE NEXT ONE
You had the Best One, But now I'm waiting at the Bus Stop
Gucci told me 15 minutes...

A Page from my Black Book: Deep Love

A Deep Love comes from saying I forgive and I forget, never to bring up old regrets, at the spark of a new threat. Yet, I live and I learn. I move and I groove. I choose to want you for you and only you, mind, body and soul. From your presence to your essence, its essential, that we cry together, lie together, ride together, just so that we can fly high together. A deep love comes from knowing the unknown, but being quiet and using actions to rewrite the wrongs. A deep love...run deep like the water beyond my own bloodline. A deep love is in actuality as deep as you make it. It can run skin deep.. to where you find yourself lusting for the physical....Or it can run so deep that I’m looking into your eyes and pass your ass but into your mass to where your molecules lay... So deep. so deep, that I know what... makes you moan, makes you groan, what tickles your feet, what makes you cold and how to warm you up, and what makes you crack that smile that I, love so much....A deep love, a sweet love....A I just wanna hug or maybe even a wet your pants in your sleep, love. A love that runs deeper than your split even when I hit kinda love. Now that’s that sh*t!... kinda love. ....Being that its you that I want the most, Love.... To this deep love,... is what I toast...Love.

Everyday a Star is Born, Today is When I was..

Today REALLY should be a national holiday!

"Its Ma party so Imma do what I want to.."
Well I didn't have a party but I hit the mall and copped everything I wanted too (laughing out loud)

November 21st is the day I arrived on this lovely planet and I don't plan on leaving anytime soon. 20 going 50 is what I'd like to call it just because i don't consider myself grown but usually my mind is on a higher level than most of my peers.

But any who it really doesn't take much to please me, so today was a very interesting day.
As usually every year my Momz (who I love o so dearly) either wakes me up or runs and hugs me right when I'm still half asleep. (In my mind I'm honestly like where the presents and the food at? lol) But then she usually starts crying cuz she remembers the 9 months carrying me in her stomach which always ends in a Hug...

-Then Cartoons (Its Saturday why not ?)
-Breakfast (Real Food, NOT them watery eggs at Kean SmH)

-Then the mall (The best way I could describe that was "Throw it in the Bag") Dinner with the Fam (My Uncle will forever be Crazy) at a Southern Restaurant in New Brunswick (Dope Spot to go on Date... Any Takers???)

But every year something always happens good or bad. This year my Dad actually called me.....THAT WAS A SHOCKER!.. cuz usually he doesn't...BUT I've forgiven for all the he's done and moved past that. (Thats a story for another day) What can i say, at the end of the day,...I love him, even if he can't be there like a real man should.

It is very safe to say the apple as fallin VERY VERY far from the Tree.

But to God be the glory for making this far, with friends and family that love me!!!!
SHOUTS OUT TO:
Everybody that called me, texted me, aimed me, and hit me on facebook.
Special Thanks to JAZZY a.k.a Miss No Butt for your blog. You the Best. That meant a lot.

Its type late though...
got church in the morning, a shape-up to get, 'throw it in the bag remix (shoppin part 2) and a dance competition to got to at night.


From My Heart with Love
Goodnyte to all

The Lost Stanzas: Part 1

(Sometimes I can't think of a whole poem but just some words that flow nice together. I call it the Lost Stanzas because their just some lost thoughts in my head. )

In your eyes I can tell you desire more, And in your heart you know you deserve better. But you'd rather stand in his shadow to the letter... now thats a damn shame. I might as well call you Lady Gaga the way your playing his LOVE GAME.

A Page From My Black Book: Half Crazy

((My Black Book is a journal I started in high school filled with emotions, pain and hurts. There is a page from it I wanted to share. There will be more pages to come))



Half Crazy

Will I ever understand women? I don't know. But how does a young man try to reveal his feelings without looking like a punk, or a chump. How do I say I want to be with you for a lifetime without having you think I'm a sensitive pretty boy with a so called 'feminine side". I want to show you the world, let you into the deepest sectors of my heart and pull out the pain that I feel. Then you can come in and replace it with your loving kindness that comes only from our connection. But I'm going half crazy trying to figure you out. One day I won't receive nothing less than love. Then the next day not a single word would some out of your mouth. I don't understand. How do you go from sweet kisses on the cheek and holding hands to the point where you can't even look at me in the face when I see you in the hallway. Damn! What is a man to do? Should I stay , trying to read your mind. Hoping that this "more than friends but less than lovers" relationship we have will expand into something bigger than the both of us. Or should I leave your nest and move on to another bird because the time I spend trying to figure you out could mine as well be spent with another girl who knows how to speak with her mouth. Either way, it doesn't matter which option I choose because every time I try to put you in the past or leave you in the dust something just keeps pulling me back. So I'm going half crazy, sprung off this chick. Mesmerized by her mind but cursed all at the same time, because I truly don't understand her kind. The chemistry is mental and her body language speaks stories, to say the least. She's more than sexy but I don't even want to creep in her bed sheets. But when it comes to words we're at a stand still, like someone put two zip-lock bags across our mouths and threw away the key. I guess you can call it "mind-sex", but how does that help us advance from the spot we're in now. So I'm going half crazy trying to stay strong and move on but in the back of my mind something wants me to hold on... to what we had.

Half Crazy

Cuffin Season

Kanye said its been the Coldest Winter
But it's Cuffin Season
It"s lounging by the fireplace,
while counting snowflakes,
fall...
It's playing hanky panky under another warm blanky,
till the next sunrise. 
Its Cuffin Season
So there's no need for time.
Just another reason,
to keep warm.
So they hold on,
...Too love.
Too each other.
They need, each other.
They breathe, each other.
He kisses her neck,
She exhales slow... 
He's ready to give it another go.. 
It's Cuffin Season
It's taking sips of hot chocolate out of the same mug.
It's that tight late night snug.
He sleeps silently,
Till he gets that late night tug.
"I want some more" she whispers before she bites his ear.
It's Cuffin season 
Didn't you hear?... 

And the Winner is...

New York, November 1, 2009—The ING New York City Marathon 2009 was the scene of a major statement in American distance running. Throughout this decade, Meb Keflezighi has proven that an American can compete with the best marathon runners in the world. 

((I also felt the need to but this up here because he is a brother))

Clae x Stussy

No, I'm not really a fashion blogger but these Clae's are DOPE.

Clae, a casual shoe company making strides with its aesthetically pleasing and classically inspired designs, got Stussy's LA outpost to creates an exclusive colorway of its Kennedy model. Deep navy with caramel highlights (and a big, red "CLAE" on the tongue), the shoe features a canvas upper, leather piping, a cotton gingham lining and a creamy rubber outsole.

If you're thinking of copping, don't hesitate; only 100 pairs were made. Twenty-four pairs will be available via Clae's online shop, 12 will available at Stussy's DC location while the rest will be available at Stussy LA, where Clae is enjoying a shop-in-shop residence for the season. The Clae Kennedy X Stussy LA will be available for purchase November 6, 2009.

November's Very Own

....November's very own is here to take the throne,
Now I might just Murk this,
No need to Rehearse this.
To all the haters I hope the hearse fits,
Cuz this month, I murdering it.
On some CSI,
cold blooded,
case closed, tradegy sh*t.
I told'em Wipe Me Down.
Never leave evidence around.
Moving without a trace,
So Santana
"I can't feel my face!"

Cuz I'm goin in...
suppressed Talent,
that Oozes from within.
I've been holding back
But now its time to get it in.
O yes!
I'm goin in...

S0 let the countdown begin,
20 days till my born day,
goin on 20.
Born hungry,
So I.., "master mind,
then go after mine."
No need for petty girls,
tryna waste my time.
Everybody always think they right,
But I'm so left,
Doing 80 in my own lane.
Breezy on the Freeway.
Speeding through suckaz,
I make it look so Eaz-A.
Playing life like a Chess game.
So my next move always tends to be my best move.
Next stop,
the Top, ...of the World.
Cardigan & Fresh Kicks.
Climbing up the tree of Life,
...like a squirrel.
November's Own,
here to take the Throne,
Goin for the Crown.
Scorpio Flow,
... So Far Gone.
No Twitter ova here, so no need to Follow.

I Wanna Love Like...

I wanna Love like...

Me, beating you to the sound of my drum.

Like you sucking me, the way a boy sucks his thumb.

I wanna Love like,

every position,

every 30 minutes we switch'n

with just a lil bit of kiss'n.

I'm too busy, using my tongue in other places.

We trading places.

I stroke you so hard,

Got you changing faces.

I wanna love where,

Your moans give me goosebumps.

The only love where we both triumph,

And climax, round and round.

I wanna love like this.

A love like bliss.

But Love

Is this really Love,

Or am I blind to the facts?

How dare you use Love in vein like that!

Alotta ya'll use Love with the wrong name,

Lust lives in your blood,

and its a damn shame that's your claim to fame.

Sweetheart,

You've got the right picture in the wrong frame.

19 going on 45

Scared

Maybe I'm Scared to go back there
Take two steps back
I'm scared to relapse here
Because,..
Love still lives in the cracks and crevices of this place
As the days pass
I've had to retrace my steps
as I've tried to replace your face
But in the back of my cranium
I'm still thinking of the Love we had

Now maybe fate
Has you on my mind again
I'm addicted to good music
and you were like a great song
I would like to rewind again
Listen to the lyrics and
Our hearts beat again
As the record re-spins
Our Hearts intertwine again

But I really don't wanna be here
Honestly, I think my heart still lives here
You left because you said you needed air
But I was breathing just fine
Then You had me suffocating with No life lines

So maybe I'm scared to go back there
Take two steps back
and have my heart trapped here

But the fact of the matter is love lives everywhere..
And I'm scarred,
to be vulnerable again,
to sin again,
to see anybody else under your arm and keep warm,
or under your skin again.

So, I'm scared
but prepared, to fall in love again
Love Hard from within

but you have to be worth it

Do you deserve it?
Because right now,

I'm scared...

Music

((Something Old to Start))

Some say....Music speaks louder then words, so i guess you can say my lyrics are like the voice of the unheard. I got... one to many mistakes, problems and regrets, even some wounds that didnt totally heal yet. But dont furat, things change sometimes quicker than the seasons do. So maybe I'm wrong for feeling so strong but if music be the food of love... play this song ova and ova and listen to the beat as the rhymes connect. I can truthfully say that my hearts in this, and thats coming from total respect. So as this music unfolds take a deep look inside my soul. If music be the food of love... then put this song on repeat just relax and let the lyrics sweep you off your feet. Im tryna be your refreshing glass of lemonade, playing slow jams something like a serenade. So if music be the food of love take my hand and lets fly up to Cloud 9, I'll lay the beat while you split tha rhymes. We can work on the harmonies together, cuz thats the only way this thing is gonna get betta. So if music be the food of love am I the one your thinking of? Let me know, as my melody lifts your soul... Only if music truly is the food of love.

An Introduction...

Welcome Ladies and Gentleman to the thoughts in my Mind straight from my heart. Born to the borough of Brooklyn and raised in the suburbs of New Jersey, Self-Expression is my blessing, so My Creativity tends to be my haters Demise. (If I have any, I really don't know). But No, I am not a philosopher or some psychology major preaching about how your superego and id are going to help you become a better person . I am just speaking from my Heart, so feel me. My name is Mr. Ryte . Welcome to my Realm...