I love this guys voice for this song. What're your thoughts?
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Tyler Perry Perpetuate NEGATIVE STEREOTYPES About DARK SKIN Men
Does TP really do this? What are your thoughts?
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Pretty Wings
I have been trying so hard to ignore the nagging sensation to write about the song "Pretty Wings" by Maxwell. I do not believe Maxwell could have come back with a more phenomenal melody than "Pretty Wings".
This song captures the duplicity of love that I wrote about in a previous post. The brave petrification of love. I find it brave to "set someone free" instead of being selfish and holding onto someone when you know they can never give you what you need no matter how much you love them. Its both courageous and frightening, both admirable and regrettable.
"Oh, you played me dirty, your game was so bad
You toyed with my affection
Had to fill out my prescription for the remedy
I had to set you free.
Away from me
To see clearly
The way that love can be
when you are not with me
I had to lead
I had to live
I had to leave
I had to love"
This song is so emotional. It's like a bondage and freedom simultaneously.And let's not even mention the vocals which were deplorably awesome.
How do you feel about this song?
No matter what you think all I can do is close my eyes and vibe to:
"Ah, I should've showed you
Better nights, better times
Better days, and I miss you more and more
If I can't have you
Let love set you free
To fly your pretty wings around.
Pretty wings, your pretty wings, your
Pretty wings. Pretty wings around."
This song captures the duplicity of love that I wrote about in a previous post. The brave petrification of love. I find it brave to "set someone free" instead of being selfish and holding onto someone when you know they can never give you what you need no matter how much you love them. Its both courageous and frightening, both admirable and regrettable.
"Oh, you played me dirty, your game was so bad
You toyed with my affection
Had to fill out my prescription for the remedy
I had to set you free.
Away from me
To see clearly
The way that love can be
when you are not with me
I had to lead
I had to live
I had to leave
I had to love"
This song is so emotional. It's like a bondage and freedom simultaneously.And let's not even mention the vocals which were deplorably awesome.
How do you feel about this song?
No matter what you think all I can do is close my eyes and vibe to:
"Ah, I should've showed you
Better nights, better times
Better days, and I miss you more and more
If I can't have you
Let love set you free
To fly your pretty wings around.
Pretty wings, your pretty wings, your
Pretty wings. Pretty wings around."
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Every Question, Every Answer
In his eyes was every question asked by anyone who has been straddled by love. I saw every doubt ever doubted, every question ever asked, every suspicion ever offered. But, what is more perplexing, is the fact that after seeing every question I simultaneously saw every answer. The glistening sparkle in his eyes held the answer to why the world was. Staring into those orbs of life informed me why the dinosaurs had to become extinct, why Adam and Eve fell in the garden and why humans evolved from some type of ape. All of this was in the eyes of someone who had a profound effect on my physiology. Many call it love, but I call it foolishness.
My body was less real than it had ever been in this moment. All there was to life was his eyes. All there was to death was his eyes. For a moment, I lost myself in the simplicity of such an existence. Every concern lay before my field of vision and every solution to that concern lay in the same place. They were gold and brown, his eyes I mean. Like honey and amber, like chocolate and caramel, like sunlight through the shallowness of a lake. The pupils of his eyes were the abyss that caused the big bang. As they dilated I observed the answer to why the ocean receded and returned only to recede again. It was because they could never stay away from the shore for too long a time. The shore pulled the ocean to its borders just like his eyes pulled my hands to his chest and my soul to his embrace.
It was the most logical illogical thing I had ever witnessed in my life. It made no sense at all and still, it made perfect sense. Science would have to agree to every theory that his gaze presented as pure fact evidenced only by the smile that moved through his eyes like the sun behind clouds. I was eternity and I was second, I was death and I was life, I was fear and I was courage. Everything and nothing only because his eyes told me so.
Even as I watched them I wondered if he saw the same thing in my eyes? Did he witness the same vertigo, the same phenomenon of knowing everything and nothing at the same time? And no sooner than the question had been asked, I found the answer in the one place that it could be: the stare of the one who loved me. The answer shocked me and confirmed something that I had already known. I was wisdom and foolishness, he was knowledge and ignorance. And together we were fantasy and reality weaved into the perfect artifact. One that could never be bought or destroyed but only growing stronger as time lost its momentum to the assailant of forever in the eyes of my lover. He was, in fact, every question and every answer. Perfect illogical sense.
My body was less real than it had ever been in this moment. All there was to life was his eyes. All there was to death was his eyes. For a moment, I lost myself in the simplicity of such an existence. Every concern lay before my field of vision and every solution to that concern lay in the same place. They were gold and brown, his eyes I mean. Like honey and amber, like chocolate and caramel, like sunlight through the shallowness of a lake. The pupils of his eyes were the abyss that caused the big bang. As they dilated I observed the answer to why the ocean receded and returned only to recede again. It was because they could never stay away from the shore for too long a time. The shore pulled the ocean to its borders just like his eyes pulled my hands to his chest and my soul to his embrace.
It was the most logical illogical thing I had ever witnessed in my life. It made no sense at all and still, it made perfect sense. Science would have to agree to every theory that his gaze presented as pure fact evidenced only by the smile that moved through his eyes like the sun behind clouds. I was eternity and I was second, I was death and I was life, I was fear and I was courage. Everything and nothing only because his eyes told me so.
Even as I watched them I wondered if he saw the same thing in my eyes? Did he witness the same vertigo, the same phenomenon of knowing everything and nothing at the same time? And no sooner than the question had been asked, I found the answer in the one place that it could be: the stare of the one who loved me. The answer shocked me and confirmed something that I had already known. I was wisdom and foolishness, he was knowledge and ignorance. And together we were fantasy and reality weaved into the perfect artifact. One that could never be bought or destroyed but only growing stronger as time lost its momentum to the assailant of forever in the eyes of my lover. He was, in fact, every question and every answer. Perfect illogical sense.
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