A Heartfelt Welcome

To those of you who call me friend, those of you that call me love, those of you who call me brother, those of you that call me son, those of you who call me hero, & those of you who don't know me at all: I welcome you to the mind of a man who's destined to save the world...
1 word at a time.

Thursday, September 22, 2011

Heartbreak On Shuffle

So I’ve decided
I can’t have anymore
“heartache music”
on my iPod.

It’s depressing.

What sucks worse?
A good 4500 tracks will be deleted
from a song list semi completed
at 6500

That total’s gone now
No more sad songs now
Only party anthems
and thought provoking melodies
from here on out

Give me a good old fashioned love song
to shout in the middle of the streets
Yes you can call me
Prince Akeem
but I’m not Coming to America
I’m walking out of hysteria
out of depression
out of tears falling

But I’ll be damned
if that John Legend joint ain’t calling me
I feel like Kanye is talking for me
Screw you too Alicia Keys
Maroon 5?
Don’t get me started on those guys

You know what’s bad?
I don’t even have to be in the situation
the song is presenting
I wouldn’t have to be sad or mad
I could hear “Can You Stand The Rain”,
be in a completely great mood
and still say
“Why do sad songs sound so good?”

Are they in some way easier to listen to?
Is it because they contain truths?
Is it me or is there something better to
musically & morally relate to
than heartbreaks surrounded by 808s
or tunes about relationship issues?

As much as I’m a victim to
an awesome break-up song too
I’d much rather my spirit
not be so consumed with such gloom

So DJ change the tunes
so I can attempt
to right some wrongs.
Give me something dope
so I can stop falling in love
with heartbreak songs.

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Confessions of a Dance Machine

It could be just me

But I think I need to stop dancing

It gets me into trouble
It’s difficult to stop because
of the feeling
it feeds me

It excites me
Yet it calms me

There’s a releasing
produced when
melodies, lyrics & beats
are injected into my
super-bass laced eardrums
and circulated through my body
starting and stopping
at my feet

It’s kind of a tick that goes off
anytime something rhythmic comes on

Don’t test me and let the DJ throw on a hot song

Because I won’t be able to tell you
Exactly what could happen next

I could be in somebody’s face
Like a 3D movie
Making him or her
yet another
dance battle casualty

or just in the corner
keeping my own company
letting my limbs
run free musically

Picture me
and a handful
of my best buds
in a human made circle
cutting a rug
and you’ll see a moment
I love

Believe me when I say
We go to town

Each one of us could be a Jackson or Brown
I can tell ya now
Who’s Michael
Who’s Bobby
And Who’s Tito

I’m good as long as I can be Chris though

We put on a show….. Unintentionally

Ironically enough
some of the attention
brought by
dancing isn’t
too cool

You’d be surprised
how many hearts
are broken by
a free spirit
on a dance floor
acting a fool

You’d be shocked
how many egos,
fueled by jealousy
of moves unattainable,
are humbled after
stepping in front of
a dancing assassin
thinking “get some rhythm you tool”

It’s partly my fault

I’m tired of dancing myself into
dramatic situations,
which is why I think
I need to sit down
for a while

Well at least publicly

Because honestly,
whether I’m Jerking
Party rocking or Pop-Locking
Krumping, Tutting, or Shuffling
Wu-tanging or “Running Man-ing”
Doing the Cabbage Patch
or the Dougie
(mind you sometimes I do multiple
of these simultaneously),
It’s obvious I cant resist
what a good song
does to me

Maybe that’s why
she called me
A Dance Machine