Broken Hearts

Where do broken hearts go?

Do they all travel down the same road

Looking for a shield that’s made of gold

To forever protect the shattered pieces

So they can once again be whole.

Where do broken hearts travel?

Do they all meet down the street

To greet and give each other treats

Hoping they can delete the handed defeat

From the person

Who once made them feel complete?

Unlike merchandise from a store

You can’t hand anyone a receipt asking for

Your heart back.

Can broken hearts comprehend or understand

That they weren’t always twins?

Do they know that they weren’t always

Broken in half or separated

Drugged up with love & emotionally intoxicated,

Confused with millions of thoughts

That’s too complicated.

Will broken hearts ever be the same?

Is it possible that they could ever be sane?

Will they ever be able

To add fluid to another flame?

Can broken hearts heal

Without ointments or band-aids?

Or will they forever feel lonely and twisted like braids?

Photo Album

Reminiscing about previous years when face-to-face interaction was the most natural method of communication between people.  The era when people made it apart of their routine to come over to your house just to catch up, even if it was only brief.  Real phone conversations were considered to be normal and not taboo.  Just because you use your phone to communicate with people thru the all mighty “text message” doesn’t really count.  When is the last time you actually heard someone’s voice or looked them deeply in the eyes without the aid of a computer screen?

Technology is an exceptional tool. Individuals have a task at hand to create equilibrium by bringing balance that will keep us grounded and make sure cyberspace doesn’t completely control everything that makes us human.

Remember going over someone’s house and sitting on the couch with the plastic still on? And if you wore shorts the plastic was capable of getting stuck to your legs. It was always a coffee table or at least a substitute for one where you would find a book full of photographs that were craving attention.  The pictures inside were almost speaking a silent language that had some sort of weird communication with your brain that said “Pick Me Up” because they wanted to be seen.

People often say “pictures are worth a thousand words.”  The priceless smiles, the backyards bar-b-que’s, the birthday parties that always magically transformed into an excuse for  parents to get drunk, the graduations from kindergarten all the way up to high-school, the childbirths, marriages, and pictures of seven layered wedding cakes, pictures of the family gathering around the Christmas tree, snag-a-tooth siblings trying to eat a slice of watermelon on a hot sunny day, zipped up rugrats in snowsuits trying to build a snowman for the very first time, and card parties where people pretended it was their birthday so they used a safety pen to tag money on themselves with hopes of others giving them money. Pictures are good for bringing back sentimental memories.  I’m speaking about the photograph albums that once took you down memory lane.

Want to see how someone is doing?  No problem! Just type in the web address to their personal page to see the updates in their life and what they’re doing, how they’re doing, what they have planned for the weekend, if they’re in a relationship or not, and the list goes on.  Pay close attention to how they smile for the digital camera.

Why call to hear someone’s voice when one can send a text and imagine how they would sound by reading what they say?  What’s the point in meeting up with someone to see them in the flesh when all one has to do is check their web page to see updated photo’s?  Modern day technology makes it to where you don’t need to flip pages as the heavy book of pictures rest on your lap because web pages has it to where you can even make a slideshow. Groovy!

Rest In Peace to the photo album that once called the coffee table home.  Sorry, but you’re no longer needed.  The thing that’s missed the most is how that book on the coffee table told stories.  So much history was revealed with every page that was turned.

Maybe I’m one of those people that’s stuck in a different era like the guys who get out of prison and still rock a Jerry Curl or a High-top fade? I’m just missing the past.

R.I.P Mr. Photo Album.  See you in the next lifetime.

Dream On

Dream On, Dreamer

 

This is 4 the inspiring

Actors, Artists

Nail technicians, Musicians

Cosmetologists,

That high school student

In the driveway dribbling a ball

Praying for a scholarship

Cause his parents cant afford college

That little girl who dances in front of the television

Mimicking moves from her favorite videos

Hoping one day she’ll be famous on stage

Wearing pretty clothes.

 

The future belongs to those

Who dare to dream.

Dream on Dreamer

 

Be determined, discipline

When your dreams talk, listen

Pay close attention

Be driven

Dreams are the vehicle

Your actions are the ignition

Drive cautiously, buckle up

Expect no one to understand your vision

Let em laugh

Let em talk

Remain positive

Stay strong by walking a humble walk

 

Dream on, Dreamer

 

Everyone has dreams

Not all pursue

Everyone has potential

Not all use it

So having it is useless

Some neglect their talents

By not taking advantage

The worst thing in the world is wasted talent

Never back down from a challenge

Strive to be extraordinary, not average

 

Dream on, Dreamer

 

Most wouldn’t understand what it means

To have a passion

Follow your desires,

Be a verb by taking action

Dreams become nightmares

When you don’t take action

I’d rather go out knowing I tried

Compared to being the:

            Should have

            Could have

            Would have type

Separate yourself from the typicals

Be your own individual

People who neglected their dreams are miserable

 

Dream on, Dreamer

 

Dreams are real

All one has to do is believe

Have faith in self

Don’t half step

Climb the success ladder

But Watch your steps

Watch your back, watch your left shoulder

Snakes disguise themselves as friends

Ready to attack like cobra’s

 

Dream on, Dreamer

 

Regardless, people will always talk nonsense

Plan, Strive, then accomplish

Set goals then pursue

Be on a mission

Your only weapon being ambition

Just do it like NIKE

Following your heart is doing the right thing

Ask Spike Lee

 

Isolate yourself from negativity

Give yourself room to breathe

Feed your dreams

Don’t let them suffer

By dying of hunger

 

Dream on, Dreamer

 

Be the person you see on the television screen

Be the person you read about in magazines

When they ask you how it all started

Tell the world it started from a dream.

 

This is for Dreamers

Wishful thinkers

Escaping into a world of fantasy

Hoping it can magically

Transform into reality.

The future belongs to those

Who dare to dream.

 

Dream on, Dreamer.

Fatherless

 

Dedicated 2 everyone who grew up

In a household that was fatherless

Complicated trying to remain positive

Residing in a poverty stricken neighborhood

Drug spots every three houses

Can’t ignore the obvious

Sperm donors are either anonymous

Or has a full time job at breaking promises

Said he was coming over

So you got a bag of clothes hanging from ya shoulder

Sneakers laced

Coat zipped up

Watching time on the microwave

Praying he show up

Eventually doze off to sleep

Waking up in a rush

So you can make the school bus.

 

Maybe if pops was there

We would have a better way of thinking

Knowledge seeking

Nope not us, we’re steady sinking

Beefing with my fellow brother

Over material and colors

Instead of being lovers

We’re some ignorant suckers

Chasing money and legs under bed spreads

With a fluffy pillow and comforter.

 

Juveniles running wild

Pushups got his chest poking out

Grades start to slip

Going to school not learning

Mastered the art of copying papers

Detention, too many absences, next comes suspension

No balance, unhealthy household, craving attention

No direction, hard headed

Headed to a detention center

Professional sinner

Surrounded by dropouts, gamblers, thieves, corner store hustlers

Who fight over customers

All of our role models

Passing Hennyesee bottles

Blowing smoke out of their nostrils

 

Maybe pops could have molded us

Told us to

Chase our dreams instead of nuts

Puffing blunts, our thoughts are preoccupied with

Getting more money than a Milwaukee Buck

We treat every female like they’re a slut

They’re worth more than cigarette’s

But we still

Hit it a few times then

Throw the butt.

Treat em like they’re worthless

Never knowing their significance

Until we see our lil sisters with her heart broke

Or tears flowing down momma’s eyes cause

Her boyfriend just put his hands around her throat

 

Dedicated 2

Everybody that didn’t get a chance to be a child

Forced to grow up premature

Grown because of age

In a corporate world we’re immature

Can’t complete a sentence speaking proper English

Specialize in ebonics

Instead of getting goals accomplished

We go to job interviews smelling like chronic.

 

Females are affected too

Father figures, please stop treating everyday

Like Halloween

Come from under that costume

 

Some fatherless females

Learn at an early age
That the riches from a mans wallet
Could easily be transferred into her pockets
If she let them explore the goldmine between her thighs.
Her main concerns are fashion, gossiping, and getting high.

She’s more in love with a mans finance
Compared to the feeling of romance.
If you don’t look like money
She won’t give you a chance-
Won’t look your way, not even a glance.

She never had a father figure and it shows
heart colder than an Eskimo
Given the right amount, she’ll kiss you from head to toe
Like Christmas season under a mistletoe.

She desired a boss, baller, shot caller.

Didn’t understand that

Hustlers don’t receive benefits-
No dental or medical assistance.

If Pops was there maybe her current mind frame

Wouldn’t be in existence.

 

What happened to condoms and birth control?

Unprotected relations

Premature ejaculation

Leads 2 daddy taking a lifetime vacation

Leaving a woman raising an fatherless nation

 

This is dedicated to everyone that grew up

In a house that was fatherless

Keep your head up even though

It’s hard trying to remain positive>

Technology makes us lazy!

In this land of instant gratification, technology plays a major role. We live in a society where everything is so convenient, easily accessible and suited to fit in our personal schedules.

In the book “Technology Matters: Questions to Live With,” author David E. Nye addresses the importance of technology and the impact it has on our daily lives. He writes: “Technology matters because it is inseparable from human beings.” Nye continues, “We are intimate with devices and machines from an early age as children.”

Many wouldn’t argue with that, but where do we draw the line when it comes to making “grown-up toys” so acceptable in today’s society? Everywhere you go it’s almost foreign not to be in contact with the latest machinery; if you’re walking around with a Walkman compared to an Ipod, you’re looked at as being an outcast or someone who hasn’t made the proper transition in this ever-changing, fast-paced world.

Look at cellular devices for instance. It’s become more than just a tool used for chatting; it’s become something we rely heavily upon. With most phones, users can add up to 300 contacts, browse the net, store vital information and remind themselves of important dates such as anniversaries and birthdays, all while listening to the built-in MP3 player.

Things can come to a point where it’s more than a cell phone; it can become something similar to a companion. Some people store their entire lives into a cell phone and are in a state of total turmoil when the small piece of equipment is misplaced or accidentally gets some liquid spilled over it.

We may never know how important it is to know a telephone number or two by heart (like people did in previous decades) until our battery dies and we’re stranded somewhere in unfamiliar territory.

Our entire world is slowly but surely being taken over by technology. The cliché phrase “the rich get richer while the poor get poorer” is something that the era in which we live is seeing more and more of by the day.

Big name corporations aren’t interested in hiring a mass bundle of humans to get their work done when all they have to do is make a computer do all the things that a human can do without the pay. Technology makes things more profitable for corporations, not us.

Walk into you’re local grocery store and take a glimpse at all of the jobs that have been taken away from struggling Americans like yourself. If you don’t want to stand in line all you have to do is go to the U-Scan aisle and do everything that the cashier once did without any assistance. It’s as easy as listening to the operator’s voice and touching the screen where indicated before paying for your items.

It’s hard not to agree with Nye when he says “Technology matters.” It matters because we’ve grown so accustomed to using its many advantages. Everything has pros and cons — technology isn’t exempt. No doubt it helps, but how often do we hear people speaking about how much it’s injuring our society?

The downside of technology is how it hurts us. It results in humans becoming lazy and having little to no patience because we are so accustomed to things happening in a timely fashion.

How many current writers are willing to take the old school approach by typing out manuscripts by using a typewriter? We would enhance our brains due to the amount of words that we would automatically know how to spell without any assistance.

The thought alone of working with something that didn’t have the privilege of having handy tools like spell check or word count gives me the creeps.

Less labor equals better production, which results in a dependent and lazy society. We have modern technology to thank for that.