Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Favorite Albums of 2009


10.Whitney Houston- I Look To You
9. Black Eyed Peas- THE E.N.D
8. Lady Gaga’s- Fame Monster
7. Robin Thicke- Sex Therapy
6. Drake’s- So Far Gone
5. Shakira- She Wolf
4. Jay-Z- Blueprint 3
3. Alicia Key’s- The Element of Freedom
2. Kid Kudi- Man on the Moon
1. Maxwell- BLACKsummers’night

Friday, December 11, 2009

A Tragic Love Story (From A Males Perspective)

Loving you has been a burden

Weighing down on me like a load of
Dirty laundry
Dragging along this emotional baggage

…Waiting for the rinse cycle

Draining is what it is.
From my black New York Yankee fitted
Down to the tippy tip
Of my toes
My body needs rest; I am weary.
I have no idea where this story goes.

It has been a World War III
And baby I got up my guard.
Your mind is plagued by these false suspicions
And the way you are
Attacking me
With your finger pointing accusations
Spitting words at me like bullets,
You don’t fight like an amateur.
I learned to be cautious
With my words and gesture

I’m pulling back my troops
There is no point in arguing
With you
I can’t even get a word in
You are trying to make me out to be a fool
And I refuse to jump through hoops
For something I didn’t do

Together
We are a nuclear explosion
Two substances that should
Have never been mixed
I’m afraid after we are done
There will be nothing left
We are hexed

We are a tragic love story
Waiting to be written
Except I’m no Romeo

“For you and I are past our dancing days”

I’d force feed you the poison myself
…Well maybe not
I don’t think I’ve got it in me
To take you out,
But

“Tempt not a desperate man”

I will stab the heart
Of this relationship
With a double edged sword
Sorry, for there will be no happy ending
If we continue in this warfare

You are trying to salvage
Something that is long gone.
Broken
I just don’t see this surviving
Without the bonding of trust
No need on holding on to us
We are a lost cause.
I gave up on forcing a love
That didn’t fit.
Our super sized egos
And overbearing pride
Had bust at the seams
What’s left are shredded garments strewn across the floor
We didn’t have a winning chance it seems.

Every athlete has to retire at some point.
All this time
Putting all this pressure on our knees
Did we really expect them to hold us up?
Maybe it’s time we hang our jersey up
There comes a time when it is expected of us
To leave the games behind.
Let us bow out gracefully.

I’d rather be an old man alone,
Than to live a life unhappy.



** quotes are taken from William Shakespeare's "Romeo & Juliet"