Watch This!!

Another gem in the film fest that my friends and I have "unofficially" started a few weeks ago. There are a few more on the list, but for the start, this was amazing!
I saw a movie when i was younger called "Paris is Burning". Another amazing exploration into the world lesser known to those that are marginal thinkers. This goes without saying (i think) that music has always been a celebration of life, and these kids are at the epoch of the stages where your ideas of color and identity blur the lines of a lineage rooted in a subculture that goes somewhat unnoticed. These ideas aren't original, but are beautifully articulated in what had spawned from generations of folks that always challenge the status quo. I highly recomend this flick.

The Hurt...

Take me away like back in the day when they wrote love songs about you.
Those kinds of words meant something real, something that you can hold onto.
Nowadays, after those days, the message has changed and leaves me feeling strange.
The pureness feels more taught and less original, borderline criminal.
They used to say that you could cure it with a song, and somehow we got it all wrong.
I'm showing mixed emotions, because i dont' know how to feel anymore. Once it's gone, damn, it's gone and that's hard to get back.
I wanna hear that track from way back that i listend to when i was eight. no one could understand why i loved it so, but all i knew was that it was mine. They were songs about love, songs about life, songs about a world that i knew nothing about. My thoughts would play out like a romance novel, with the fiery fierce love being explored to endless depths. Dreams and illusions of what kind of love i would give to some unsuspecting thane. He, like me, would go wild at the lyrics before us and play them out with vivacious attitude and honest tread. We traverse the globe and find those muses that give us new hope in keeping the eternal flame of love glowing bright. But i'm a dreamer and my lyrics are only virginal at this stage. I have yet to give my song a name, so i'll keep on dreaming...

Crushed...

Hey y'all

for those that know...

hit repeat for '08

today, was pretty sucky

don't want to go into it

but it may be the thing that i need to get on to the real shit

they have been telling me for awhile that this shift was coming

it's HERE!

RADICAL CHANGES...

Saturday = Solstice, i.e, wear a helmet, so it doens't make a mess when your mind is blown...

i was having a jill scott moment...

Good music...good friends...good food...good wine... i dig for more meaning, like a dj digs in the crates, behind the smoke and mirrors...take me with you on a journey and you'll be glad i came, my eyes are so WIDE open, been that way since '78, lover of all peoples, traveling to places i've only seen in dreams, meeting those that leave a lasting impact on my soul, artist, dancers, singers, djs, writers, poets, workers, travelers, wonderers, seeking truth in a world of lies...secrets, soft whispers, bold thinkers, strong women, strong men, living simply so others may simply live, we all are revolutionary, how's yours coming?

Watch This!!

While fishing in this interstellar sea of love that is the internets, i stumbled upon this amazing film tralier that i am OBSESSED with fiding. I love it when that happens...keeps me thinking...

To my knowledge, this film isn't out yet or available on dvd. I will be checking this out once i can get my hands on a copy. If you know where i can find this, please forward me the info.

Peace.

~b.

My reflection....

You are the break of my brand new day/ I see your smile and it makes my heart love you/You are the bread I need for nourishment in my life/ You are my Oasis in a dry, lonely desert/ You are the light that I need to keep my soul warm on cold and trying days/ You and I were born to move mountains/ This is our calling/ We should heed it/ You are the fantasy in my mind that I have always known/ I am humble/ You are the promise that tomorrow will be filled with hope/ You are majestic/ You need no reassuring that I will go with you/ I am sincere/ When I hear your voice it soothes the wounds from an all to ignorant world/ I see us on top of clouds, watching and waiting for the miracles from below/ You have the heart of a lover/ Your words singe on the tip of my lips when I whisper your name/ You are the thoughts that keep me sane/ I am open to you love/ for it shows me how deep you can go/ You are my reflection/ the reminder that You are wind and I am earth/ We have a spirit that blends together to produce harmony for our seeds/ I am like no other/ I am the ground and the soil from my breath and flesh/ We are the stars that ignites the universe/ We are love/ I am the angel, dancing with the born and laughing with the gods/ You are my whale/ I ride your fin to see the globe until we find the voids last tale of nothingness/ We are the continents/ I can see into the future with you/ I am the rain/ You calm my woes with warmth and wisdom/ I am jazz/ You are blues/ We are rhythm/ You and I will bear the fruits to feed the lands/ You hold me in the highest light/ I keep you beside me for strength/ When I am weak/ I lean to you/ We are resolute/ My nights are laced with dreams of us on beaches with sand so white it kisses the moons reflection that dances off of it/ We are mavericks/ We supersede the wants that we can't have and build it up with taste of divine love/ You are my soul mate/ together we will walk the bridges to connect...

This Girl... a poem

I have been having a rough time these last few weeks with some writers block, so i decided today that i would stick with this and see what happens. Here is a style that i have been working on as i still try to find my "voice" in what it is that i want to say...so here it goes...



Why does she sit there so quiet?
I wonder what she's thinking about.
I see her with her hair nicely tied up in the back and away from her face.
She seems to like the color blue.
I only say this because her headband matches her shoes and her shirt.
She looks to be deep in a thought.
I still wonder what she's thinking about.
I wonder if her life is complicated,
or just as simple as a kiss on the cheek?
Maybe the men in her life loved her too much?

Or,


maybe,

her love has abandoned her for another.
Maybe her and her girlfriend just had a fight
and are thinking about leaving each other?
Or maybe they decided they are going to have children together.
Maybe, her mother is dying and she doesn't have anyone to talk with about it.
Maybe her little sister just gave birth to a baby she's not ready for?
Maybe she got a speeding ticket last night and doesn't have the money to pay for it.
Maybe her lover pushed her to do something that she is going to regret?
Maybe she's planning to leave the country?
Or, maybe, she just got back from a week in paradise.
Maybe she can't speak?
I envy her silence and wonder why she is so.
With all these things I've studied from her face since laying eyes on her,
i can't help but think,
what if she were doing the same thing
to me right now?