I haven't been posting anything on here because I've been posting my writings on blogger.  Below is the address of my Blogger site.
http://rocknswift.blogspot.com
go figure, huh?  i'm very creative when it comes to making up screen names, and site names. lol 

Well, I started my workout regiment without my personal trainer. My sessions with her as come to a halt for the time being. Twenty-four sessions, $1000 later, I feel much lighter physically, mentally, financially. More than likely I'll be signing on again after my trip in August. So for now, without her, I'll be implementing all what she's taught me in my workouts. I'm crossing my fingers that I won't be taking steps backwards since I'll be lacking a person by my side to push me to work out.

Also, I'm taking a new suppliment on top of the meal replacement drink that I'm already taking. From what I've read in magazines that this drink should help with fatigue, strength, edurance...yadda yadda. With all the pluses this suppliment claims to have, I just hope it doesn't have massive side effects like shrinkage...of muscles.

GET YOUR MIND OUT THE GUTTER!

To continue on my entry on suppliments. Has anyone been watcing the Olympic trials? If so, haven't you noticed that a few of our US atheletes have been breaking world records. What kind of "suppliments" are they taking? I truly hope they remember the name Marion Jones. I had another name in mind, but I forgot. He's also a track athelete.

This concludes my entry for the time being. Happy 4th, everyone! Kids, don't place those sparklers near your face, you might burn yourself. And more importanly, you may waste a good sparkler.

Love, L.I.F.E., Music Y'all!

I swear I wasn't meant to be at work today.  As the exit doors open in the back office to let fresh air in, the first gust of wind to enter the building howled at me as if it were attracting my attention to show me how beautiful today was.  Now, I'm not one to be oblivious to beautiful things: e.g. women, music, women, a well displayed dinner plate, more music and more women (you catch my drift), but somehow the simplest beauty that life presented to me was briefly passed by.

Once I took in a deep breath to inhale the crisp scent of the morning, I asked myself why I'm at work and not taking advantage of today.  Please don't misunderstand me, I very much enjoy my work, but realize that it was a clear and breezy 72˚ weather.  Who hasn't thought of playing hooky from work?  If no one though of finding a ways enjoy the day like we had here, something must be wrong…with you. 

Unfortunately, being an adult, priorities had to be taken care of.  But I was able to walk towards those doors and take glimpses of the outside every chance that I had.  At the same time, with every glimpse taken, that same gust of wind beckoned me to leave work.  Honestly, it was very tempting.  Many-a-times I passed opportunities like these, and I'm sure you have as well.  No doubt that there will be plenty days like today.  The only question is; will we ever take notice of it?

Simplicity, almost always, left unnoticed.  Appreciate it.

Love, L.I.F.E., Music Y'all!

love
hate
good
bad
weak
strong
smart
slow
accepted
outcast
loved
tolerated
touched
violated
reprimanded
abused
talked to
yelled at
honored with
hurt with
she said
he said
she asked for
he demanded more
and they turned and tossed as the turbulent waves of emotion built and rose
and still, still within it all much was thrown and tossed but little was heard and caught
we tried, believed, but it wasn't I or you or she or he or else we, would have, could have
done more, he said and she cried for why and he kept it hidden and children walked in and all
went in with a blend with a scream and a holler, a tear with favor fell and the room came to fall
upon the laps of the heavens tenderness and he spoke and she forgave and he saw and she understood
he had loved her and honored her with truth and she had yelled and accepted him smart, weak, strong
and good, and he took love and hate in the same hand and molded and touched her softly
he demanded more and reprimanded his heart for what he hurt her with, tolerated no more
violated and abused have left the house and the home became whole once more
peace
respect
communication
dedication
intelligence
laughter
humor
qualities
patience
intimacy
moments
strengths
adoration
love..

From before there were fairytales and midnight lullabies
when beautiful dawns whispered their entrance
to morning hour beneath the bravery of the sun's
romance to yesterday's pleasures
....
Since before the birth of poets emerging from womb
of dreamers and forgotten lovers
under the constellation of warriors and pebble tossed wishes
....
Since the early moment of the first day and creation
your name was set next to mine
in between the spaces of paradise found and lost
....
Since the first perfect definition and sparkling flame
cradled softly through the hand drawings of forever and legacy
standing infinitely and faithfully to the fetal resign
to jump head first and open armed
....

{You have always been the one for me}

Have you ever had someone lie to you
directly in your face when you ask them
is everything okay. Nah never me, but

....Have You Ever....

Have you ever loved someone who
didn't even love you back. placed you
somewhere else in their heart like a
thumb tack. Nah never me, but.......

..... Have You Ever.....

Have you ever gave something your all
but one mistakes make you fall. Nah never me, but
..... Have You Ever....

Have you ever tried to help someone
who didn't want help. They just want to
experience life to their best now they're

life's a mess. Nah never me, but
...... Have You Ever....

Have you ever felt like you have nothing
in life to look forward to but you continue your
life just so you can feel like you do. Nah never me, but
....... Have You Ever....

Have you ever wished that you could have
someone to keep it real no matter whats the deal.
Hoping they express their mind but they lie and yet
you still remain kind. Nah never me, but
...... Have You Ever.....

Have you ever thought about giving up
on everything that you created but then you
sat and debated on the right decision.
Nah never me, but
....... Have You Ever.....

Have you ever needed that person there with
you to help you get through your trials
But you can't trust anyone because there
are so many denials. Nah never me, but
...... Have You Ever.....

But in reality,
I know I have......everyday......but ....... Have You

Unaware of the time, and uncaring to its activity
lost in the gentle motion of grazing fingertips,
I find my eyes being stared into by who is you,
the elegant guardian of my surrendered captivation.
Drifting to the attention of your open arms,
I begin to only think of the time, time in which i now care for
to last long enough till forever becomes jealous
to how I have held you so

tenderly so not to disturb the melody that keeps
us peacefully kept

We, as adults, act more like children rather than acting our age.  After years of conditioning by parents, peers and the everyday, we would think we would have a handle on situations more rationally.  Unfortunately that's not the case.  When we feel that we are vulnerable and not know what to do, our inner-child kicks into high gear.  Our incisiveness to think and act like adults becomes non existent. We vehemently become passionate about the wrong decisions we make to be right and justified because we know it's the easy way out.  But the easy way out is the most hurtful, don't you think?

 

What passed is not the past.  Dealing just to deal will stop our tracks though the world continues to revolve.  To ignore is to deny.

 

LOVE, L.I.F.E, MUSIC Y'ALL!

Our story's nothing new
Yet when told from
An individualist perspective
It most certainly is original
Only a select few
Are able to appreciate the value
Or identify with the beauty of
Visualizing, vocabulary being born
Those of us fortunate enough to view
Wordplay as an act as intimate as foreplay
Those of us who loved poetry
Long before Def Poets
Professed its defness to the mainstream
Prior to egotism being the motivation for
Slam masters to concoct their poetic dream teams
Years after these pseudo intellectuals
Vacate our poetic premises
We will still be here...
Those of us possessing the capability
To siphon the thoughts of others
Then eloquently display them in verse
Turn back time's perpetual hands
To recapture a moment once forgotten
Which might inevitably rescue a lost soul
Or liberate a trapped mind
Those of us capable of seeing the world
Through realistic eyes
Yet remain unafraid to express
A deeper sense of reality
Who write, not out of choice
But out of divine inspiration
Whose tongues speak wisdom
Normally, we might be unable to decipher
To exercise a voice
That had once gone unheard
Those of us, who have
Experienced the plight without the profit
Yet continue to scribe without
The prospect of ever receiving monetary compensation
Our pain, joy, anguish and jubilance
Acknowledges no bidder
Those of us, whose
Souls cannot be sold
Whose, morals will not be compromised
Whose convictions are worth thrice
Their weight in gold
We continue to scribe
Because even if you or I wanted to stop
That unexplainable, uncontrollable force
That intertwines our souls with poetry
Would never allow it

I've hinted and rearranged my sentences... I've tried to change my words so as not to reveal how you make me seem as though my life will always have happiness....but because of you... I walk streets of uneasy feelings and treacherous danger... without fear.. for you hold my hand and stand up for my every opinion.... though you never give me your own opinion... you make me feel as though mine is yours.... do you even know how much I adore you? From the very day of the first compliment you spoke.... tonight I rest uneasy because I never see your face anymore... I long and I seek... seeing only the letters that make up the words you so graciously gave me..... via.... whatever it is ..... I am bound to you... I am forever yours if you want me to be.... can't you just come to me?.... I feel you... I hear you... I speak your name... I plead for you to show me... but to no avail... I drive toward your soul... only to get lost in your confusing directions.... should I turn right? or should I turn the wrong way and go away?.... I feel as though I'm holding your hand... but not sure if you want to take grasp... or just shake hands and let it be... I so feel you are the one.... but are you the one? The one that.....makes me who I am?.... if I could just look into your eyes...I am sure I would know that you are everything.... completing me... making me whole... I just want to feel you next to me... I just want you....