My life is like a movie

So i am notorious for riding around town with no gas in my car... i could have a pocket full of money but choose not to buy gas but really it's not me not buying gas it's me forgetting to put gas in my car i just dont look at the gas hand often cause i just assume that i got gas it's so expensive ( in a mocking tone) that i just fill up everytime i go to the gas station which is not often at all you would think i get good gas mileage but hell no!!!! i drive a Lincoln now what Lincoln you know get's good gas mileage..(dont say the LS). ummmm none!!!! Anyway so i get on the E-way (expressway) thinking im gonna go somewhere and Ole Pearl (that's what i call her) act like she dont wanna get a move on... and we stop...

in the mist of Ole Pearl stopping my mom calls and says i need you to come get me right now(she dont have a car) and im like why she's like your step dad got in a car wreck so im freaking out on the inside but being me i stay calm and say ok momma i be there shortly

... as you know im standing on the E-way with no gas... It's a good thing i come well equiped with a gas can full in the trunk put my gallon in and keep it moving! Get to my mom's spot she get in the car like boy why it smell like gas in your car? My Life is like a Movie!!! M.L.I.L.A.M!

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Should marijuana be legalized?

(Clause: i dont smoke i'm just asking)

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My opinions

On my blog i attempt to go outside the normal for a blogger. I try not to use my forethought to talk to you. I use creative expression and sometimes just speak the unverbalized jiberish that comes to mind... it's really not for everyone and i understand that not alot of people like just creative thinking But I find myself brainstorming of ways to make you think or evoke some sort of emotions. With that said let me begin again.
As you and i collide at the mind...by that i mean you reading my writingsi sense a deeper connection it's the lost form of communication it's the most subtle love making ever my conscious in your brain it's amazing to me it's so amazing that we rarely acknowledge it. When i read your blog i often think "i feel that" or "it's so true" or "Damn" i'm immedately inspired to create...And this is it this is our moment this is our chance to once again dance... Will you dance? Two step superman Then booty do And lean wit it Switch to the other side And rock wit it Then pop lock and drop Then stop... And do the body rock.
In my mind we just danced Women, men, boys, and girls all across the world Can you see what i see? Did you feel what i felt?I wonder as my conscious speaks in your brain do you think the same?

My opinion

You do.

Yes i speak in code

After my few day hiadus
i'm trying to get back... so...
Hello!! If you said hello back in your head
you're really paying attention
if not, start over
What's new? This post and the attention your giving it
What's old ? The thought you had when you began reading
Who? You and I
What? Thanks for reading this and getting something out of it
When ?Right now, Im back to the basics
Where? On your screen and in your thoughts
Why? Cause you thought about me and i thought about you
How? With your brain your heart and soul.
You know what i mean?

The argument

I insist on talking about what i want to
she yells "you just don't understand!! fuck you!!!"
But i want to that's all i want to do
"Your just like everybody else!"
you know that's just what i thought too until i met you
"i cant believe you!"
i cant believe you too
Ur such an asshole
"i know....you too"
"but I'm hurt and you don't care"
"no i do care but you don't see"
shut up and come here!!
hug turns to kiss
kiss turn to a leap
about an hour later
we sleep
pointless argument

Quickie

Short and sweet
just as much sweat and heat
bodies closes
moans in ears
names being called
minutes seem like years
the sudden fear
of being caught
make it all the more clear
why quickies are fun
shhh listen can you hear?

Know thyself

who i am

the exotic quiescence of earth

Brown skin, brown eyes, beautiful smile

athletic build strong enough to walk a green mile

the guy many moms would love daughters to walk the aisle

sense of humor, serious at times

works very hard to intrigue minds

somewhat understands the art of love

Life is part of all the above

struggles with trust but who doesn't

never claims to know it all

just a little about everything

communicates straight forward rarely around the bush

listens and pays attention you'll never hear hush

loves love and hates love at the same time

doesn't want to die alone

but it's inevitable

if he could be anyone

it would be Mr. Incredible

who am i

i am me

i am he

I am who i say i am

i know who i am

do you know me?

"KNOW THYSELF"

People are so sometimey!!!

People are so sometimey... sometimes they wanna be your friend sometime they don't sometimes they wanna talk sometimes they don't i dont get it... i guess because i have such a keen sense to fakeness i can see through the mask of most people. but sometimes i get fooled too(rare but it happens) some individuals seem so genuine that it's hard to see them any other way... and then they flip kinda like that Jay-Z song "it was all good just a week ago" i just assume not make new friends or even associates for that matter. I dont like shade tree type people... i makes me wonder am i shady or sometimey because i attract some of the shadiest people aside from my bestfriends it seems like no ones real anymore. Am i wrong for thinking that? Are there still real straight to the point no thumb chasing people out there? No for real are you real or are you sometimey?

What makes me TICK!

Thump... tick tock ...tha-thump... tick tock
the two things... heard once... that can change your whole perspective on life... a heartbeat and a clock tick how many times have you sat quietly and listened to a clock tick time steadily passing by how many times have you laid on a loved ones chest or listen to a babies heartbeat for the first time.. its damn near breath taking to know that the heartbeat is like a clock ticking time away who knows...who knew... thump tha thump... listen as the sound of your soul rises above all the other noises... tick tock tick tock... take a deep breath... and blink... listen our hearts are in sink.

Who can you Trust?

First lets define this word trust-
1 a: assured reliance on the character, ability, strength, or truth of someone or something b: one in which confidence is placed
Then we have trustworthiness-
trustworthiness5 a (1): a charge or duty imposed in faith or confidence or as a condition of some relationship (2): something committed or entrusted to one to be used or cared for in the interest of another

I have a perfect understanding of both definitions but i somehow struggle to trust anyone, yes i am admitting to having major trust issues... and honestly i dont really know who to blame it on i could blame it on myself...No!! i have not always been a saint but i cant think of anyone who has been. I could blame it on others... but that would be the easy cop out.. "i was done so wrong blah blah blah" i dont know of anyone who hasn't been.

Trust as you see is made up of five parts character, ability, strength, truth, and confidence.
Ahhh theres the rub... see people are the weakest when it comes to strength and character... cause you can pretty much bs the other three.. O I'm this and im that i did this and i did that... which could possible show ability, truth, and confidence but what did you go through an how much tolerance-(the capacity to endure hardship and pain) do you have and what did you lose or gain? Now... i could be wrong i could just be crazy but not many people can say that their strong enough to bare there own crosses that's why karma-lita is such a bitch cause not many people can admitt their wrong doings and be open, honest, and truthful about it.
IF I CLOSED MY EYES AND FELL BACK RIGHT NOW HOW MANY OF YALL WOULD CATCH ME IF YOU COULD?
Now tell me who can you trust?

I dunno what the hell im talking about just ranting and raving thanks for reading.

Dance of Love

the silouette of her body was all i could see
standing at the end of the hallway what could it be
that runs through her mind i hope its something good
the rain hitting the window seal where she stood
tapped a beautiful melodic soothing sound
that only the focused mind understood
it sung it's way into my heart
as i wrapped my arm around her
this is the part where i am
embrassing her making her know im there
she turned and kiss my cheek
subtle and sweet
we began to sway
as the rain drops on the window like tears made there way
a loving embrass is all she needs
to continue the dance of love
no lead

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Rainy days

The sun is shinning but its raining at the same time

time and time again i attempt not to rhyme

but when i type my thoughts this is all that comes to mind

i mentally try to block the thoughts of love lost and current times

and wish for the perfect hook to lure you into my heart

then maybe I'll feel like you are apart

of my life even though your not really here.

reading my thoughts might make it clear

to see from my brain what i see when the sun shines and the sky rains.

The Blogger Award: Honest Blogger

Okay so i forgot to post this so im posting it now ... I got this award from Jillz and without further a due
This award is bestowed upon a fellow blogger whose blogs content or
design is, in the giver’s opinion, brilliant.'

“When accepting this auspicious award, you must write a post bragging about it, including the name of the misguided soul who thinks you deserve such acclaim, and link back to the said person so everyone knows she/he is real. Choose a minimum of seven (7) blogs that you find brilliant in content or design. Or improvise by including bloggers who have no idea who you are because you don’t have seven friends. Show the seven random victims’ names and links and leave a harassing comment informing them that they were prized with Honest Weblog. Well, there’s no prize, but they can keep the nifty icon. List at least ten (10) honest things about yourself. Then pass it on!'
"
Ten Honest Things About JaG:
1. If my life was a movie the opening credits song would be Party life (Jay-z) the song i would wake up to would be Impossible( Kanye feat twista) and over all life song would be Brand new(Drake)
2. I get annoyed on a regular people in general just get on my nerves i expect everyone to think like me.. is that bad?
3. I wish i was a little bit taller... lol wish i was a baller... wish i had a rabbit with a hatch in the back a 10 inch spoiler... lol
4. I believe like most of ya'll tomorrow ain't promised so live for today.
5. My alter ego's name is "The black margrita"...
6. I thought i was in love with almost every girl i dated.
7. I day dream often and i dream in color
8. I have the most vivid imagination in the world I'm still laughing about a joke told two weeks ago
9. I'm O.C.D. about the order in which i eat my candy like skittles or star burst even m&ms have to be separated by color
10. I consider myself a modern day Renaissance man- meaning i am a jack of all trades which is my gift and curse...cause I'm great at a lot of things but not awesome at any.

And the 7 awardees are:
Dani-yel
Laur
Nay
Tuotierugif
Far
Sydnimichael
K-dub

Have you...

Have you ever had a thought about ur thoughts?

Have you ever thought you might be lost?

Have you ever thought what it would be like without you?

Have you ever thought no one would ever miss you?

Have you ever thought about what your purpose is?

Have you ever thought about how many people you influence?

Have you ever thought no one really cares?

Have you ever thought who will wipe your tears?

Have you ever thought who knows your fears?

Have you ever thought you thought but thought wrong?

Have you ever thought like i do?

-Cause these thoughts are hard and some thoughts are true-

Have you ever felt like crying but couldn't?

Have you ever felt you were right?

Have you ever felt the truth?

Have you ever felt Love?

Have you ever felt like i feel?

-if you feel like i do then you feel deep and true-

now tell me have you?

My Love... the Conscious of a broke heart

As the love spills from my heart

the water that once filled my eyes slowly moves apart

down my cheeks and graciously past my lips

the conscious flashing broken clips

No ideal he would miss her this much

the tenderness of her touch

the love in her eyes and such...

sweetness in her moan

how when he kissed her she was immediately turned on

on and on like Erka badu maybe next lifetime

maybe this just wasn't our time

maybe this is all a dream for him to share with you

shew!!!

from a bad ass dream to a bad ass day

how would you feel diagnosed ill today
in the middle of time he's facing the ground

pressure push positive to the back of spine

his conscious outlined in nonsense

life has no rewind

nonsense

he's pass the hate and all the greed
facing the man mirror look at me

hold ya head still

look at he reborn

life is real

barely willed to keep it real

bad ass dream

yup for real

....69....

I could barely get the door unlock as we hit the threshold of the house. Our bodies moving in unison kissing passionately her form fitting cocktail dress almost as soft as her skin. As the door opened we stumbled to the wall in the hallway. She lifted her dress just above her waist. I grabbed her by her hips and pulled her close to me. I kissed her forehead, then her cheeks, then tip of her nose and i could fill her succulent lips wanting me to kiss them so i did with long strokes of my tongue on hers. She pushed away making me want more but i had to keep my composure She lifted her leg up above my shoulder as if she were trying to show off her new shoes and flexibility at the same time. Her 4 1/2 inch stiletto hung right by my ear. She leaned in as if to kiss me and i felt my pants fall to the floor and her grab my manhood. She begin to stroke it with every stroke i could feel her body getting closer... Then she rubbed the tip of my manhood on her already wet Tulip letting me know that she was ready. With her left leg and left hand on the wall and right hand as a guide she completed her split across my body. She moaned as my manhood slowly entered her love...

As the world turns

As the day moves into night and i begin to wind down from a long days work i drift into contemplation. Where do i go from here? What is the matter of my force? How do i continue? As i stare out the window watching the wind blow the trees. i realize time is flying by, i am far beyond the age i chose my destiny to meet me. (But is it really my choice?) i thought we had an agreement. Guess not. As my mind continues to drift further into dreamland the weather starts to change the once clear night clouds blow away and the heavy burdened clouds appear. A thunderous noise makes my heart skip a beat but i never lose sight of my favorite star. The polaris also known as the north star or north polar star for centuries sailors used this star as a guilding light today i use this star as motivation to reach for the moon. Even with the rain pouring down on my window i know that this star remains bright. The rain gets heavier at times and makes me want to move away from the window but i can't, im just so attracted to the stories of journey that have reached that star.

Yeah confirmation

So maybe I'm crazy

but i think i made myself that way

imagining things that are there in no way

the voices in my head told me so

and most of the time their right

i have e.s.p.

or maybe that's what they want me to think..right?

if i were to tell you that i know what you're thinking

you'd think

no way, no how, you don't even know me

but so what

you don't even know that i just did see

it's simple to be judged and be judgemental

but if u had six senses would you be mentally judged

or would you be normal like everyone else

among you

who pass through life reading into thoughts

that never get felt...

heard or taught

feel me?