For the love of technology

So, Im on the elevator this morning on my way to class, and there's two other guys in there with me. The whole ride up, no one said a word or even looked at eachother. They were messing with their ipods and I was too engulfed in my own song to make small talk. As shy and antisocial as I am, i still think it's sad that technology has completely eliminated everyday conversations (i.e. elevator chit chat). Now a days people are so into their ipods, cell phones, etc to even slightly acknowledge another person...



But....I still love my ipod tho!!!

shame on me

I have once again neglected my blog...*shame *shame *shame on me. And once again i'm gonna make some changes. Since myspace acquired imeem all my music post have dissapeared. I havent quit figured out how to get music on here without imeem so ill jus have to give up on the music until i figure it out....Because no one reads this. Im also gonna start adding a few random things. Mainly my thoughts [i really need an outlet besdies twitter or facebook or some crap like that]. Ill also be throwing out a few random nail polish post [my new obsession. lol] and probably something to do with fashion...Ultimately this blog will probably just end up being random, void of any theme. lol

Song of the Week

"Forgive them Father"
By : Lauryn Hill
--on the "Miseducation of Lauryn Hill" album

*i have been goin through a serious Lauryn Hill phase lately...she just truley speakin to me right now*

Forgive Them Father - Lauryn Hill

Once By The Pacific

By : Robert Lee Frost

The shattered water made a misty din.
Great waves looked over others coming in,
And thought of doing something to the shore
That water never did to land before.
The clouds were low and hairy in the skies,
Like locks blown forward in the gleam of eyes.
You could not tell, and yet it looked as if
The shore was lucky in being backed by cliff,
The cliff in being backed by continent;
It looked as if a night of dark intent
Was coming, and not only a night, an age.
Someone had better be prepared for rage.
There would be more than ocean-water broken
Before God’s last *Put out the Light* was spoken.

Nothing

By : Jorge Carrera Andrade

In bookstores there are no books,
In books no words,
In words no essence:
There are only husks.

In museums and waiting rooms
Are painted canvases and fetishes.
In the Academy there are only recordings
Of the wildest dances.

In mouths there is only smoke,
In the eyes only distance.
There is a drum in each ear.
A Sahara yawns in the mind.

Nothing frees us from the desert.
Nothing saves us from the drum.
Painted books shed their pages,
Becoming husks of Nothing.

Enjoy The Sun

This song makes me smile! =)

Theophilus London
-Off the "This Charming Man" album

Enjoy the Sun - Theophilus London

Simon the Cyrenian Speaks

By : Countee Cullen

He never spoke a word to me,
And yet He called my name;
He never gave a sign to me,
And yet I knew and came.

At first I said, "I will not bear
His cross upon my back;
He only seeks to place it there
Because my skin is black."

But He was dying for a dream,
And He was very meek,
And in His eyes there shone a gleam
Men journey far to seek.

It was Himself my pity bought;
I did for Christ alone
What all of Rome could not have wrought
With bruise of lash or stone.

The Orchid Flower

By : Sam Hamill

Just as I wonder
whether it's going to die,
the orchid blossoms

and I can't explain why it
moves my heart, why such pleasure

comes from one small bud
on a long spindly stem, one
blood red gold flower

opening at mid-summer,
tiny, perfect in its hour.

Even to a white-
haired craggy poet, it's
purely erotic,

pistil and stamen, pollen,
dew of the world, a spoonful

of earth, and water.
Erotic because there's death
at the heart of birth,

drama in those old sunrise
prisms in wet cedar boughs,

deepest mystery
in washing evening dishes
or teasing my wife,

who grows, yes, more beautiful
because one of us will die.

Untitled

By : Me

Black girl
White girl
Fat girl
Yeah
You girl
What’s wrong with you girl?
Why don’t they like
This girl
But that girl?
Got me
A girl
Doubting
The girl
That I am
That I thought I loved
Or was at least okay with.
Now I don’t
Now I hate
Well
Dislike everything.
Your skin aint smooth
It aint tight
So it can’t be right.
Well
At least I love the color
Even if you don’t!

Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night

By : Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.