Greatness meets Greatness

I had a dream where I was joined by arts finest. Musicians, painters and poets. They were giving me all of their wisdom and knowledge, the things I can grow old with.

My words, they said, are a combination of wonder and greatness. Van Gogh and Mark Twain laughed with joy while Jay-Z made a statement.

Edgar Allan Poe was intrigued by the mystery, while Ray Charles and Stevie Wonder wondered about the images they were envisioning.

Mozart and Beethoven raised a glass with Shakespeare and Frieda Carlo. Richard Pryor, Abe Lincoln, and Malcolm X were singing karaoke with Bono.

Kanye West and Jimi Hendrix pulled me to the side to spill what they considered a thrill. They said my words spoke out to the kids like a cross between Da Vinci and Lauren Hill. They intoxicate the mind like F. Scot Fitzgerald and Stephen King, while the rhythm is notorious like Biggie’s will.

I was praised by Johnny Cash and Michael Jackson. My work is still in progress nothing fantastic has happened.

They said they celebrated my greatness, even though I am just starting they could sense that I will make it.

I stood up on stage, with one final glance at the crowd. I said all of my gratitude, spilling my heart out loud. With a glass held high, I promised never to let my fellow greats down. I sipped on my drink, closed my eyes, and gave one final bow… 

We Can Both Be Insane: A True Love Story Pt. 3

           I know this is long overdue and it was supposed to be the ending of the True Love Story Trilogy. I decided to switch it up a bit, well more like give you my interpretation of what I think Love is. The feeling that makes your soul rise and your fears sink. Is the exact same feeling that makes your dreams seem like a reality just because they are by your side. It’s powerful and confusing yet the most heartwarming sensation. I used to be a real fool when it came down to love. Always falling carelessly without even thinking about what the hell I was really doing. Or better yet who the hell I was really falling for. It wasn’t until I really analyzed everything that I found out that love is no joke. It’s a force we can’t reckon with, something that if you’re not careful can really bite you on the ass. If you embrace it and let it into your life it will greet you with the softest of touches and will basically just make you a better person. Now sure it mainly depends on who you fall in love with because certain people will just use you to get what they want and then fuck you over. But when you find that one special person that you’re willing to protect by all means. The one person who never brings a dull moment to the table and no matter how many times you see each other, each time is special. That’s when you know.

            Guess the same rule applies with your friends. Hell, they wouldn’t be your friends if you couldn’t act a certain way with them. So I guess my main point is that Happiness comes pretty often in life. Surround yourself with happy people, whether it’s family, friends, or the one who has your heart in a chokehold. But as long as they are by your side, there is nowhere to go but up. Someone once said, “To love is to place our happiness in the happiness of another.” 

If I'm Going to be King

         She is very unique. We met each other in math class one semester a while back. I never really put too much effort into “hollering” at her cause well I knew she had a boyfriend. “But wait Richard, that’s never stopped you before…” Thank you reader, I know it hasn’t this case was different though. This was back when my give a fuck was still intact. So about a month ago, a distant relative passed away and this girl came back into my life. All over a simple comment on a social networking site. So we began talking, I found out she was recently single and it wasn’t until we hung out that I also found out that me and this girl are basically the same damn person. For instance, she loves Batman, that’s already an A+ in my book. She enjoys all types of music, I for one am more of a rap enthusiast but also enjoy other works. We have certain knowledge about life and some of the rough roads that it contains. We can make each other laugh and not just laugh but crack the hell up when need be. Our motivations and goals match. We both have that same passion and ambition for what we want to do with our lives. Hers is becoming a lawyer and mine; well you all know what mine is. With her, it feels different more intriguing much more heartfelt. I can feel a sense of accomplishment because of her. Who knows I may have finally found that special person to sit on the throne beside me…

The Quill

            It’s a new year, new plans old courage. The same shit from last year doesn’t affect me, don’t worry. I feel my skills getting stronger, just by thinking I’m able to make crazy shit that spooks me. I’ve realized that if I want to make it the way I want to, I have to have a whole different mentality. I’m going in strong this year, the same old me just more passionate about things. My ambition is at an all time high, I can feel just fucking greatness engulfing my soul. And I know actions speak louder than words but damnit just you wait. My passion for my words will take me to where I want to go. The great Dave Chappelle once said, “I’m gonna be something. I’m either gonna be a legend or that tragic fucking story, but I’m going full throttle. I’m going all the way.” I couldn’t have said it better myself… 

Deuces are Wild

I always fall for the taken girl. No matter how old I get, I never seem to learn. And when I say fall, well you guys know it’s to the ocean floor. The months from when I was fired to about Halloween had me really thinking about life and love and the whole gist of it. Now sure, it could also be due to the high amount of alcohol that’s been put into my system but I digress. During said months, I wrote two short stories both tying into one another and both about the events that transpired within those six months with a bit of a fictitious side to them. Things tend to go in a direction that we don’t quite understand and hell we never will. Sure it’s a real bitch once you get to a place where there’s nothing to do but reminisce. One day though you will end up with a sort of clarity and the shit that you spent endless hours thinking about will just settle down and you’ll be able to rebuild yourself. Now I won’t deny that I missed the “angel” a heavy amount throughout those months but knowing that she’s happy was what allowed me to finally move on. Like I said in my list of the things I learned. From a negative there will always be a positive after it.

            During these past couple of weeks, I’ve gotten to know this true beauty of a girl. She’s quite amazing and very down to earth. I’m glad we’ve been able to bond like we have and I feel that us together will be one incredible force of nature.  I won’t go into too much detail especially since I have a couple of other works going on. But I will say this, I couldn’t be happier than I am right now with her. And as far as the past goes, at least I can finally say that I had a first love and that I was able to fully experience what the word meant both good and bad. And if you think about it, it's not about your first love, its about your last one...

P.S. to all of my readers, get ready… 2013, I’m coming at you full throttle…

The Art of Learning

Things I learned this year:

·         Actions really do speak louder than words.

·         Being in love gives you an incredible boost of confidence.

·         That same love can easily tear you up inside.

·         Live life in the moment and worry about the pain later. The pain will be incredible and not all at once but short bursts.

·         The day you realize what is instead of what should be, is the day your dreams most likely shatter.

·         No matter how hard you try not to think about someone, the more you think about them.

·         Pain and a hurt heart are the perfect tools to a great written work of art.

·         Certain Love poisons the brain. The majority of the time however it can put cement over the cracks of your life.

·         You can only “save” a handful of people before you need to be saved.

·         Timing is everything, just how time will eventually heal all wounds.

·         No amount of alcohol can erase your memory; it will only subdue the images.

·         Chasing after someone who is taken is only about 50% effective, in the end they are taken for a reason.

·         You have to be a ruthless motherfucker to kill somebody. Even more ruthless to kill children.

·         Life is short, one day we are here and the next we are not. Make sure that you tell those you love that you love them on a daily basis.

·         Fate will always work towards your advantage if you let it.

·         From a negative there will always be a positive after it. 

See World

           First off, I am not one for violence. I do believe that unless you are being bullied and/ or verbally assaulted, you have the right to defend yourself. Like in the case of any domestic dispute, no man should ever put his hand on a woman. If it comes down to that I believe the woman should be able to use any means necessary to make herself safe. But when its crimes against innocent people, that’s when I can’t help but become incredibly pissed off. For instance, any shooting that has taken place over the last couple of years. The Aurora shootings for the midnight release of the Dark Knight Rises. The Oregon mall shooting that happened only a couple of days ago.

            But today, it was something completely different. The Connecticut shooting at Sandy Hook Elementary that took the lives of 20 children and 6 faculty members. Now, I heard about this when it first started at around 10 in the morning, like every other school shooting I didn’t pay enough attention to the details. When I saw that it was an elementary school and the body count kept rising due to kids dying that’s when I was just out of it. For one, you have to be a real sick motherfucker to take someone’s life. Two, you have to be an even sicker motherfucker to go to a crowded place and fire a gun. Three, it was bad enough that it was a school shooting but these were fucking little kids. 5- 10 year old kids, who didn’t know anything about life yet. Who were destined to become something. Who had many and many things to look forward to. But due to one soulless dickhead, that was all taken away. And people are immediately putting up the gun control issue and debating about what to do about it. Get your fucking head out of your assess, you’re sidetracking from the real fucking topic here. THESE WERE LITTLE KIDS!

            Because of one motherfucker, 26 different families’ lives are now ruined. That’s 20 different futures that were already destined, cut short cause of one scumbag. I seriously hope that this guy get’s destroyed for all eternity in hell. I also hope that Big Man upstairs has those 26 spirits within his reach and that all of their souls rest in peace.

(The news keeps saying that it was 27 victims, in reality they are counting the shooter as one of them. Well, I’m not…)