I cannot be embodied by so many words and there is no one word that encapsulates me as a person. I'm complicated as life itself and beautiful like Nature.
My speech is poetic and deep but you not getting is 'cuz you are light and lack the appreciation for poetry.
I need not be conceited because my words suggest such arrogance. I'm humble to know and God fearing fo real.
Are you asking me to be on a spoken word tour? I say slow down for that circuit as much as they could use my talent could never be ready for the advent of such magnificence in a simple man who fears God, has fashion taste and has a knack for hip hop culture although hip hop culture could never identify with him.
I'm done in so many words but just starting in a few words. think that through not cuz these ain't thought these are words .........Ponder not for I pondered not when i wrote this, my mind spoke....


I write A Little Poetry and this is a sample:

Tastefully Poetic

Distaste for poetry is tasteless
Taste for poetry tastefully justifies taste
I thirst for poetic throngs who encumber my poetic creativity
It elicits the best of my tasteful creativity honed by my poetic pieces
Distasteful to the tasteless at best but a breath of fresh air for the taste thirsty
Quenching my thirst I tastefully created a proactively satisfying antidote of words
Encumbering throngs could have been encumbering to my creativity
Only they ended up exposing the incarcerated thoughts in their mindless skulls
Perhaps arrogant in my approach but quite inspirational are the throngs that encumber
The tasteful creativity of inspirational poetic pieces that flow from mind-filled skulls


This One Is Heartfelt (lol):

The Love of A story

It was to be written in words and never spoken on paper but it had to be on the table of the beloved�s heart. The nature of such words is such that they are better written in speech and hardly in print. Much can be said to substantiate and perhaps validate such a conclusion but that is better reserved for the critics to ponder. Stories such as this or perhaps one would like to call them pieces are precious without criticism. The mind is an enemy in matters of the heart but then one must remember the heart can also be full of wickedness. Comforting is the knowledge that love and wickedness belong on opposite sides on most spectrums. Heeding the desire of heart is perhaps noble if one chooses to go that route but it actually epitomizes what it means to be true to oneself and others. To be true to myself I have to say I think about her almost all the time but the nonchalant demeanor I get from her makes me hold back feelings. What feelings do I have to hold back? I feel complete and at peace with myself in her presence and when engulfed in thoughts of her, I rage with fury for holding myself back from expressing my feelings. If I knew, what love was I would tell her I love her and I think I have told her but that is only for the keen observer methinks.


YEt To Be Titled:


I rose with a start
Never have I woken un-startled by that start
I have visions of startling encounters with my maker�s enemy.
Your confusion is as it is revealing
Of the soul that spirituality could quickly point out
Affirming my beliefs, you screamed profanities at my offer of solace about
Your plight that could very well spell your doom, come doomsday.
This is taking a lot out of me, if you are refusing to read, heed and listen.
I�m quite all right with that but my soul mourns for the inevitable demise of yours should
Mine keep mourning.
A rejoice-ful soul of mine might be comforting to your soul but more consoling for your
Own soul after it receives the food of life that my maker�s son has in abundance for your soul and heart.
If I ever knew happiness, it was when I rejoiced with the angels with the knowledge of your soul�s repentance from the beaten path to death and destruction.

God and strenghtening my spiritual bond, Poetry, Music (diverse array of)

Jason's Lyric, Friday, Titanic, Vanilla Sky, Anything complicated or comedic, Batman Begins

Seinfeld (comedies in general)

Strange Man, Things Fall Apart, No Longer At Ease. My unwritten Manuscript..

"The fear of God is the beginning of Wisdom"