Tuesday, November 27, 2007

What is real nigga?





Would you rather live in the real world or the matrix?








Is the real world like our real world or like the real world in the matrix?







Matrix real world. But you're on the real world in the matrix real world.





Like on the show real world but in the matrix at the same time?





Yup. Exactly but the catch is that your the only one who was aware of it.





Alright so on the real world matrix the six other stangers had no clue they were in the matrix but I Knew. So then could I manipulate the matrix?





YES






Well then fo shizzal.





Good man.






Would you rather be ignorant in the matrix or purebred in Zion?




Depends. Would I be the one, or morpheus caliber, if I was in the real world?





No you'd be completely oblivious.




Purebred in Zion for sure.





Yeah keep it real.




You've got to. *Umph* all about the struggle man.

Saturday, November 24, 2007

Meeting Hayden Panettiere

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to meet a celebrity and what you might say if you did? I would probably try to whistle for a while if it was a girl. I mean how often do you meet someone that's so famous that they would have someone like me make a blog that features them?










Don't I know you from somewhere?







I don't think we've met.







Aren't you that little girl from andre?







I don't think I've heard of that show.






That's a lovely fragrance you're wearing.






I'm not wearing anything.






Let me guess, phoenix? Orion?






Are those axe body spray's?





You're right, I'm wearing phoenix, and orion.




......





Please, let me buy you a drink.





That's O.K.-





Bartender! One water for the lady, no icccceeeee!







I'm meeting someone, I should go.






Will I ever see you again?




That depends.





On what?





If you believe never means ever in which case-actually its just easier to leave.

Saturday, November 17, 2007

Race in the Place


:Man, I love being black!







:How racist would it sound if you were white and said man I love being white?






:Not at all. Unless you think racial pride is racist, which it isn't.






:Pride always merits prejudice. Don't get me wrong, I love being mixed and I love mixed women but I'm sayin society makes it wrong for white people to be proud.






:You don't get where I'm coming from. There is nothing wrong of being proud to be Irish or polish or German is there?






:There's nothing wrong with patriotism or respect for origin but its the skin color that creates subterfuge.






:Well that's because after the first world war in the USA it wasn't cool to be proud of your individual European race. Instead it became fashionable to become American. Which mean that different white nationalists became mixed into being white America...And we all know the results of that.




:Racism...Inequality...





:Disenfranchisement.







:That's a big word... You see I have problems with the word pride. High Society has changed its meaning but failed in changing the affects of having pride. Its as if the word wears a mask. People want it to mean respect for and care and gratitude. But I feel we must not use the word pride for those things because one word does not give care and gratitude and respect for each individual meaning but rather unmasks itself as the culprit of all prejudice.





:I hear ya man.

Thursday, November 1, 2007

I Remember You

This is something a wrote at the end of last week. It started as a rap, then turned into a poem, then became something else. Its about meeting yourself, physically.

I think about going back in time some time
to reflect on how I've changed with time and in mind
I hardly ever think if I could only hit rewind
I'd change the way I act but instead I find
that if I stood face to face with my own face
I would only find judgment and perhaps disgrace.
I never thought about being 22 nor did I taste
the cusp of adulthood nor this state nor this place
If I saw myself as a five year old boy what would I say?
would I pull the skin on my face back tight, would I say
yeah you still look like me yet rough, you alright? would I say
I thought I'd be taller or would I stand in awe of who I am today.
If I saw myself as a ten year old would I give myself advice
would I say be good, don't cheat, and don't lie, there's wisdom in being nice.
would I reach out and embrace or would I stand still studiously, would that suffice?
Could I have any affect on the path I lead, could I change it, what's the price?
Would that change affect the 15 year old now standing before me
is he still shy, quiet and depressed? or does he see me and resent me?
Does he still wish I were taller? is he ok with the strength of my body?
Is he surprised that I still have no girlfriend? or not surprised, that's iffy.
"I remember you," I would say. "I've seen you in my dreams I think," he replies.
"why have you come here?" asks my pubescent me.
Then I stare and examine again, just as I did with my 10 year old me.
"That girl you like, she'll be married by the time you're my age, not to me."
Then that would test the person that I'd visit, who is 20.
Before I looked as a father to a son, but now I see someone who's mighty.
Clean and strong, well spoken, wise beyond his years, its frightening.
From him I would expect the harshest judgment of all
but what I find is love and admiration, kindness and understanding
He seeks to understand me, He realizes that I am more
than I think I am, he realizes that I have a divine potential to become
the person that God wants me to be and he trusts and encourages me on.
Part of me thinks, 20 year old me is naive still but
no, no he's not because he remembers and knows who he is.