Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Constantly Daydreaming...


Dedicated 2 Aaliyah


Skin softer than an angel's wing. You resemble them so well.
So well that no one can deny the fact that if I asked Webster to define "angel", The definition would describe you...
So beautiful inside of you, as well as out.
I'd never doubt..
any melodic tone that were to be uttered from your mouth,
it will be valued, as it should be.
and I promise that it would be, a sight to see, what you could be, or what you could do...
Constantly daydreaming I am...
Because now reality replaces the setting of imagination
and the could be's and would be's slowly fade...
Wont be" and "Can't be" fills the moment
because in present times, the gift that GOD sent us
...is gone.

Although her physical is absent, I'm so glad that her voice lives on...
Rest in Peace.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Attracted or Interested?

(Singing) Am I attracted or interested?
attracted or interested?
attracted or interested?
Am I.....Am I....

Attracted to your love or am I interested in it?
Two premises that start the same but they often end different.
Attracted to your body or interested in your spirit?
Physically attached or blown away by your ambition.
In it for the night or racin to the finish.
Not in love, just lust for you...guess I love you for the minute,
or maybe for the moment
I wanna build it up with you, plant a seed and grow it..
See I will never know and
Feelings they constantly are changing
alone for too long so now I'm feeling complacent...
Facin...
the fact that it's not love that I am chasin
but I hear you into music so our VIBE it got amazin.
Unveiling all your secrets that were locked up like a Mason
Got me feeling free, and I aint talkin but the Masons
See, I'm not only attracted, now I'm interested in makin...


Love.


Forever and a day...


So now I know...
(Singing) I'm not attracted, I'm interested.
Not attracted, I'm interested.
Not attracted, I'm interested.

Interested in loving you....

Monday, July 19, 2010

The Wonderful World of Twitter


Twitter, a social network that allows individuals to voice their respective opinions and say whatever it is that may be on their mind. The simple press of a button can view your thoughts, ideas & perspectives viewed by anyone else on this site. Throughout the year that I have been “tweeting” I’ve sat back and noticed certain “trends” that seem to for a base outline of such a diverse place.

Let’s see if you agree…

Each day begins with Morning Motivation. Whether it’s the “Good Morning Tweethears/Tweeties” or maybe the motivated thugs “Rise & Grind Twiggas!” this is something that the majority of our followers will tweet before they even get up to rid themselves of morning breath! Half of these individuals will later go into how they are on their way to work, while the others are too hung over to continue tweeting, so they head back to bed.

But back to the people who are on their way to work, or shall we say on their way to “GRIND”, jump into full motivation mode. With all the motivational tweets seen in your timeline one would wonder how anyone of your followers are unsuccessful. This group of individuals all need to place the word Deacon/Mother in front of their respective twitter names, for they all turn into @RevRunWisdom protégés…

But by Mid-Day/Afternoon all the inspiration is gone. Where does all this wisdom and motivation go? Ahhh yes…they slowly diminish, and ironically transition to the Afternoon Struggles.

All the “grinders” that were “oh so motivated” seem to hit an instant switch and they become rather irritated. Everyone now “hates their job” at this hour and no one knows “why they came to work”. “I’m hungry…” “Fuck my boss!” “My feet hurt”…everyone is going through something and they all air it all out on Twitter. Now, the individuals who didn’t go to work also have struggles. Men are usually arguing about something regarding sports news, while all the women are usually upset with Derwin from watching countless hours of #TheGame. Let’s not forget that “Everybody HATES Chris” around this time, and if you are not in the following categories listed you are more than likely complaining about how hot it is outside, or how it needs to stop raining. Looking at your timeline around the afternoon would lead you to believe that the world was ending or something.

Wait but wait, there is hope…

The Eventful Evenings! Everyone is excited! People are either ecstatic about being off work or they have just been that bored that they know twitter will “pop” around this time because the other group of people are finally off work! All the while, everyone is on ONE MISSION, and that mission is…”WHAT’S THE MOVE!?” This is the one time when every follower puts their minds together to come up with a plan of events for the night. Club or Barhopping? BBQ or Pool Party? Hot Box or Pre-Game? No one knows exactly what to do, but everyone wants to be a part of it.

The infamous party promoters are showing out around this hour. Pubbing the fuck out of an event hoping that someone pays attention, but sadly, the only people retweeting them are members of their own street team. Decisions are made and now everyone knows every followers moves for the night because it’s all displayed on Twitter.

The sun goes down, and the Nighttime Nightmares unfold…

“Where’s the bottle?!”, “Who got the #Loud!!” fills timelines. Not only do tweets as such fill up everyone’s timeline, this is the time of the day when the Salty Subliminal Tweeters come out. These are the individuals who work 3rd shift, or simply were forgotten about throughout the day. “Aw I see how niggas is…”, “Damn! Nobody told me bout the club...shiesty…” or how about, “So you gone go out instead of sit on the phone with me…FUCK YOU weak ass nigga!” Some of these subliminal tweets are expressed through song lyrics as well lol. All the people who fall under this category have nothing better to do, so they subliminally tweet the night away. Unfortunately, there tweets go unnoticed because no one cares at this hour.

Drunken tweets, high tweets, relationship beef are now at an all time high. Twitter beef sparks and then everyone is entertained at how foolish you look arguing on twitter.

Finally, the night is beginning to end. Either you are (1) depressed and you go directly to sleep (2) too high or to drunk to do anything but tweet, or (3) you are on the prowl. Those on the prowl lead themselves into more subliminal tweets as such: “Wonder what he/she is doing right now…” or “Man, I hate sleeping alone…” and this forces them to join the freaky world of Twitter After Dark.

The night is over and this eventful day is honestly the same shit you will see tomorrow, the next day, and the following day. This is just the base structure for Twitter. Of course there are other variables i.e. the people that want to make every topic a trending topic or the fan crazed tweets, but all in all, this diverse place is quite similar and simple if you really think about it.

MORNING MOTIVATION, AFTERNOON STRUGGLES, EVENTFUL EVENINGS, NIGHTTIME NIGHTMARES & AFTER DARK FANTASIES…

Behold…The Wonderful World of Twitter.

Saturday, July 17, 2010

Philosophy of Love


Many youth today speak of Love, so I picked up my pad and my pencil and I began to write…

Walking into the house of love, no windows exist. While one stands at the door, oblivious to what lies on the other side you must ask, “am I ready?” For once involved in a matter as such, escape is not easy. There are no windows in this house that will allow you the opportunity to sneak out. Instead only doors: doors of joy as well as pain, doors of passion as well as confusion. Although it is ultimately your decision to walk into this house, you have absolutely NO control, instead love directs. The minute an individual attempts to steer the very thing that guides them is when you are at the least control. In other terms; if you are in a car that drives it self, you should sit and ride. Knowing that the automated car can handle any and every obstacle that comes its way, there is no need for your assistance. But once you manually attempt to take control of this machine, you will ultimately be left confused…and will not be able to navigate through these rough roads and obstacles that WILL interrupt your once smooth course.

Once you decide to walk into this house called love, let love direct, let love guide. For love does not live within you, instead you live within her. Let her take you through the proper doors, whether it be joy or pain, passion or confusion, Love will not steer you wrong. The only thing that can control love is love itself. Love is not meant for you to control, it is simply meant for you to patiently endure.


By Mark Peterson Jr.

Monday, July 12, 2010

Friendship


Friendships today aren’t necessarily genuine. Either one meets you via Twitter or Facebook, gets attracted by the lifestyle you live and “thinks” they actually know who you are. Take a second and think about when you were younger and you really had no idea of what school may be like, or whether people would like you or not. Remember the first day of class when you had the opportunity to make some real life friends solely based off who you were…it all seemed so strange, it all seemed so foreign.
If you’re having a hard time doing so, maybe this story will help.
Similar to every Monday & Wednesday for the past few weeks of my life, I have been practicing the same schedule. Waking up, eating, studying, exercising, studying, and ending my nights in LSAT Prep Class at the Kaplan Institute. I often complain about my work filled days, wishing for some sort of excitement, but I would have never guessed that the one place I dread going to, would bring so much joy.
I walk in the same classroom, sit in the same desk, but I notice another computer in the back of the room. I paid it no mind and continued to proceed with my normal routine. The very minute I felt as if i couldn't make one more deduction, someone walked thru the door. “Hello, what is your name?” is what he asked me, I replied and said, “Mark”. He tells me his name and just goes on a long speech, but I hardly understand anything he is saying. Seconds later he tells me that he is from Russia and that he is taking classes to learn how to speak the English language. I ask, "What is you're name?" and he says Zein. Then he reaches his hand out and offers to shake my hand, so I proceed to do so. After our exchange of greetings, he left the room.
Still a little thrown off by the whole situation, I begin studying again. Minutes later he walks back in the door, inquiring about my Macbook. He is confused as to why it costs so much money, but I showed him the site and explained everything to him. Now remember he doesn’t know English to well, so I have to break everything down to its simplest forms, but as conversation grew, so did his vocabulary. He began to say things I said, such as “bro, and tight” and he even used the word “dagger”.

After what seemed like a whole day's worth of conversation, I wrote out some stores he could go visit to look for laptops as well as how he can go about getting discounts and things of that nature. I looked down at the piece of paper and noticed that we had discussed everything from phones, to computers, to music, even how he could get a girlfriend!

His class was about to leave so I told him to go catch them and I’ll make sure I leave my email with his teacher, he says “Ok…talk to you later bro…”

But as he got to the door, he turned, looked at me, and said,
“Hey Mark…you’re my best friend…”

...and walked away.

And for the first time in a long time, I felt that I made a real life friend.
Thank you Zein.

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Dying For Love

Dying for Love

I’m Crazy, I’m Insane
Where has my love gone?
Too many smiles
Too many tears
Many good times,
As well as bad are packed within this pill.
It’s not easy to swallow,
So I breathe less and less
And soon I’ll die.
Save me from myself
Been placed, not on life,
But on love support.

Inquiring Email

Delivered: Saturday July 10, 2010 7:38PM
From: Heartsofmillions@theworld.com
To: HowcanIfindyou@love.com
Dear Love,
Will I ever find you? It seems as if I have been spending more time looking for you than being with you. I thought I had it with one, but I was sadly mistaken…for you cannot be that cruel. I try and I try only to run into the same wall of heartache, the same heartbreak collision that drops me to a point where I have no desire to seek your true meaning anymore. Will I ever feel the warmth of your touch or the power of your words; the beauty of your grace or the comfort of your presence? No matter what I seem to find, it is never you! I’m starting to believe you don’t exist love. I’m starting to believe that it is truly impossible for any man or woman to experience something as beautiful as such…
I constantly ask others as to where I can find you at, but honestly, they are in the same boat as me. The temporary love that many have is not what I am seeking. Advice that many give me may fill my empty sink with hope and anxiety, but that hope eventually spirals down into a drain of pain and confusion, only leading me to the conclusion of loving you…less.
Love, please…give me some advice. I have been looking for too long, and I still haven’t found you.

Reply: Saturday July 10, 2010 7:39 PM
From: HowcanIfindyou@love.com
To: Heartsofmillions@theworld.com
Seeking heart, how confused you are…
Searching for my meaning in a world where it doesn’t exist will force you to no longer believe I exist. If you were able to find love in the people or places that you have been in the hunt for, many issues that this “world” you live in would vanish.
Honestly, you will never find me there…
Your problem seems so complex, but I have a simple answer for you, and I want you to pass this to any one who seems to be feeling these emotions of doubt and defeat when it comes to my quest.

Find God, Find Love.

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

What is Beauty?

Beauty, can not be defined by physical means. Physical means creates confusion due to the fact that humans physical appearance varies. Focusing on what simply meets the eye will forever add to the arbitrary use of a word as such.

Beauty is dense, but merely viewing what meets the eye develops a shallow understanding.

Beauty is the understanding of a feeling without the desire of knowing or seeking it's creation. No eyes, no ears can define beauty; Therefore, cut off all physical senses and feel...

...there it is.