my real answer

One night he asked me why him
So I had to begin
With the fact that his smile to me made the moon shine end
That his words to me were like Gods blessings shining in
And that his touch made me feel like I was too valuable to bend
Or damage
And that he managed for the most part to keep me happy
Never taking advantage of the fact that my love ran deep
That what we had was somethin that others couldn't compete
Or defeat
Defeated never were we cause we completed each other
At least in my mind we would always be needing each other
That even in our worst times we couldn't think but to confide in each other
That after 3 years I couldn't fathom another
To understand my lame jokes
And see how my genius provoked
That my genius I hoped
Wasn't part of his genius to promote
Me as the perfect woman that he hoped
I really was
And how even when I really wasn't dope
I really was
At least in his eyes
Never surprised by his willingness to give all he had
And to mold all his plans
Around the life I would demand
For a future only he could command
As a man
And that I could give him his throne
But he would build me one too
And that years down the line he wouldn't forget to say honey, this is all because of you
And it would be true
Because he knew
That his dreams would only work with the dedication of two
His god and his wife
Not his chick and his strife
But his companion and his true giver of life
And thats why him
Because in the future, ill get that place beside him
And even now, I'm why he lives
Because he's why I dream
And everyday to me it seems
That it will only get better in the days we still have yet to see
And that's what I wouldve said if I thought it all through
But instead
The only answer I could think to say was
Its because I love you.

with the true greats slowly going away, we need more of this.

Silly Girls. . .

so lately i havent had much to do but work and chill. yesterday i had nothing better to do so i started reading random peoples blogs and saw a very funny trend when it came to some of the girl bloggers. so i know its good to have confidence and what not but these chicks were on a whole nother level.

ok, do get me wrong, i love when people are self sufficient and hardworking but why put pictures all over your blog with you and your money? i get it, you are doing well in these economic times but you and i both know that's not YOUR money and i really dont think your parents would be so happy about you flaunting THEIR money on the internet like an asshole. for those women who do what they have to do, grind everyday to make things better for yourself, this isn't to you.

as if that wasnt enough to turn someone off, these girls also thought it was the cute thing to sound like whores on their blog. again, i'm all for freedom of speech and i think every woman should be open and honest about their sexuality but theres a limit. No one needs to know how many dicks you've sucked and how much you swallow. no one needs to know how many men you've slept with. no one needs to know about any of that, THAT IS NOT SEXY! no man in their right mind will take you seriously if thats really how you present yourself. yeah, they'll think you're worth fucking, but thats all you'll ever be. it really make me sad and disappointed that this is what a lot of girls thinks is attractive and cool. if you feel that desperate that you stoop that low for attention, all i can do is pray for you and hope that you see that thats not the road you want to go down.

and if the blatant attempt to show that they are sex worthy wasn't enough, they had to try and humiliate others to show they were legit. one girl i came across had the nerve to put a conversation she had with one of her "haters" as she called it. what's so crazy about that you ask; the blogger and the "haters" conversation didn't humiliate anyone but the blogger. while trying to show that the "hater" was obsessed with her and wanted to be like her (the girl merely messaged her to clear up something that she had said about the blogger) she actually only embarrassed herself. The 'hater" called the blogger out, pointing out that every guy knew the blogger was just an easy fuck. I'm sorry, but how do you not see that putting that up wouldn't be a good look for you? i guess that girl was so caught up in her own grandeur that she believed everyone would see things her way.

i just don't get it. what's the point of making yourself look like a fool? and what kind of friends do they have that don't tell them that this isn't what they want to do. didn't their mothers or aunt or grandmothers, even their teachers ever tell them that they should respect themselves as well as their bodies. i really hope that these silly girls will figure that out much sooner than later.

Brandy vs Ciara

OMG, this crap is hilarious. Just watch

Ardor

body language
analyzed and misconstrued
nervous sweats and faint twitches
eyes gleaming with excitement
with anticipation
and ecstasy
slow steps so not to stumble
grasping on that thin rail called self control
constricting urges
fighting temptation
forcing,
trying to constrain
but the body is stronger than the mind
brain too feeble for the heart
slowly delving into to that forbidden place
animalistic ideas that swarm your mind like angry wasps
desperately seeking shelter from yourself
and those urges
you change your stance
try to seem impenetrable
try to seem as if you can control
body language manipulated to hide true feelings
rosy cheeks and warm palms
too excited to hold back much longer
sweet aroma of what's desired
too many day dreams of what is desired
too many nightmares of whats desired
legs crossed at the ankles
arms to the side, taut, controlled
tied together by the sheer force of your will
but soon the knot will loosen
body language understood to be calm
to be in control
yes,
control
but the weight of "must" and "want" has you doubled over
and you struggle as the minutes do not fly by,
yet, they sit and watch you manage your counterfeit foreplay
time standing still
air thickened with warm anticipation of acts that will only occur in you mind
in the night
alone in your bed
but then it's over
now that long sigh of relief
and you gather yourself
and you walk away
a champion of your inner battle
bruised and battered by your infatuationp

R.I.P Michael

I don't care what people say about him, you can't deny a legend. It is sad that he has died, he was the patriarch to what we call pop music today. I've enjoyed his music since before I could remember and I always will. First Farrah now Michael; it's a sad day for the American pop culture.

Mr. Witherspoon

I was looking for information about when the new season of the Boondocks would start up again (early 2010) and I came across this. The creator of the show has his own production company and they have a slew of mini videos like this one on YouTube. This is the last one they made and not even the funniest one.