11/1/10
The Post Interview: M.I.A
HeyHey... It has been several months since my last appearance, update, and post on the Confabulatethiss blogspot. My apologies to anyone who thought to think of where i might have been. May peace be your conscious state for many circumstances that tangle themselves around your feet. It has been hectic. Lets get back to the good music, the occasional flood of free floating conscious, and positive pieces of life that have seeds to plant in searching entities. ~Zsazsa khu Lawson
10/4/10
notion.
Engaged in ways only dreams could imagine, manifested in a layer subconsciously created lived an entity so abstract. Simply unique but perceived by the other feelings as deceived, because to the isolated there is no way it could be actual. With the continuance of living dependant on its perception, it ignored. Truth or deception mattered little for each breath was drawn from the impact’s core and existing was vital for the supreme purpose is to alert the carrier when pursuance was valid. When it was okay to engage as the fantasy predicted. So it fought, for their goal was everything but what the deeper feeling’s desire depicted. And the goal of this force wouldn’t settle for less, unless the influence would no longer nurture. Ceasing to feed what the carrier not only had, but desperately needs. The life it leads would easily bleed if it could no longer perceive; if it didn’t receive a message daily claiming, it is indeed seen. Suffering from a frustration derived by its reliance on the carrier’s opposite, it constantly stressed the fact that there will never be a control. Its livelihood held captive by what is spoken, written, felt, and listened… embroidered in the communication of the other. Clenched in the hands of what internally, she has already chosen. But externally, has failed to motion to the carrier in dire of need what she carries. The gift in him she gave birth too. The existence she created. The feeling in his subconscious that will never be out-dated, no matter what the outcome is. Lying in the depths, as if the abyss is that entity that will never stray for it reacts each time the creator is seen which is mentally every day. How dreadful… the fact that the carrier is constantly distorted by a soul someone else controls. But doesn’t even know… my, the burden. Remnants of conversation tainting its growth, every attempt to reach out is now golden. Every attempt to be in contact is now cherished, over-analyzed, and fueling the feeling the carrier hopes to never despise. But prays to blossom from this seed planted deep as the ocean to a light the opposite inspired, as if the sun. When the feeling and the being become one, that would be the day. When the carrier would no longer have to relay what it interprets to how it feels, but rather live. And let live, that feeling… that is and will forever be a prisoner to its every notion.
garysatterwhitejr.
9/19/10
sensual.
the end remains the same, we have once again felt to an apex... trapping me in this concept of being the only two pieces to this puzzle we've now mastered. four eyes closed permitting the feeling to guide our movement allows us to be blind to all the excessive. random moments in the day I stare into a space where me and you can just visualize, stranding ourselves in the thought because we rather lay in darkness then reminisce this burdening sun away. and suffer from the intricate image that we so passionately created, re-created, and framed in the center of our coexistence. she completes my anatomy for physically we are incapable of severance. I live to enter, but die for her internal wellness for my satisfaction alone is unbearable. and I am anything but selfish with everything she lust & desires, and all that I offer. all that I develop in the depth of she, she owns for no other is worthy and she understands everytime we can no longer see. when our world becomes monochromatic until the very moment she peaks, and her colors leak shading in the empty spaces I approached with and so desperately needed to vacate. where she delivers she perspires. that quiver I aspire to induce for the tremble sends chills along my skin. comfort alongside sin relieving the anxiety that has held me captive since our last encounter. I mentally relive her often mainly because of the warmth her core provided. days become cold when I tend to my responsibilities amongst awakening. the second I leave her home I end up leaving my mind because there is no place it would rather be... relaying pleasure to my every nerve while remaining connected to hers, sensuality now exist as my ultimate distraction. love now leads a dual-life in two forms of expression, one slowly stripping me of my sanity. hell, put me in an mental home. because there is something so positive about her entirety. she has stained my memory with the portrait of her indecency. with the still of her in raw form... completely open and vulnerable knowing if she hurts, its gently. see I worship the action just like any other man, but express it in ways only the genuine could decipher. even after, she proves my worth for she won't let me leave stating my presence combined with what we just finished aids her sleep. to be blatant, we complete... and contradict those ignorant beliefs that say it is impossible to be connected physically without complication. to be invested without having a label... see we've been stable since that night I engaged in her. the vibe is elating and its amazing where it is rooted, cradled in the soil of divinity for we are born this way. to explore one another in a way so artful. in a way so melodic, the way voices synchronize. in a way so completing, the way two becomes one. I am enslaved by the release she is able to iniate, and im okay with that. ill dread the day if men and women permanently seperate from physical attraction. i just wish there was someone i could thank for the blessing men and women are able to partake in.garysatterwhitejr.
7/14/10
Album of the Day//: Curren$y-"Pilot Talk"
Go to the stores or itunes and buy it now. Already vibing to it, I really suggest you do so. .garysatterwhitejr.
7/1/10
Visual: MachineDrum Live in Paris
MACHINEDRUM LIVE IN PARIS from TONYTRUAND on Vimeo.
One of my personal favorite Dj's and Producers. His sound is electronic, but you can not limit it to such. It expands from a wide array of genres to create an eccentric listen for audiences worldwide.
+garysatterwhitejr.
6/26/10
Visual: JBIII&MachineDrum's "B4 The Night Is Thru"
Jesse Boykins III // Before the Night is Done // BB Kings, NYC from Atif Ateeq on Vimeo.
Off of "The Love Apparutus EP". Much anticipated here at Confabulate.
6/21/10
CW: "EVE"
"EVE"
that allows you to lay 2gether in daylight
fosters a degree of trust we have lost.
Instead of making love under the sun
I've learned to creep in the dark,
I wonder if he knows..
Knows what happened to "us" or
to me.
The only time I'm thinking of him,
is when I'm thinking of when,
I almost got caught &
what not to do again.
I guess that's not fair..
But if I won't be honest with him,
I must be honest with me,
and honestly,
I don't care.
See I'm selfish..
I think of money cars and clothes
just as much as he does..
To my bottom bitches,
I claim the man I see more
than the man that loves me.
And to my friends..
yes my friends,
there is a difference,
between them and my bitches.
Well I explain to them,
that this other man is just another ho
in my phone..
Ironic that my blackberry doesn't record,
all the times I called upon my love,
& he was there
vs..
the times I called on lust
& was left unsatisfied.
Still damp between a tight space
this gold of mine
has rusted...
Letting another man mine
for what treasures my man has multiplied.
What am I worth?
God sent me an angel to guide me on earth
& I've built our home in hell.
Damned in what he calls our garden of eden.
The apple didn't fall to far from the tree.
Welcome to your modern day eve.
Once again...
destroying something heavenly.
Drastically..
making it harder for the generation behind me.
Statistically..
proclaiming a destiny plotted upon me.
I fell for it.
We did the necessary..
a break up
a make up
topped off with a friendship fall out .
He vowed to always be there
but his eyes said different.
Proclaimed..
to never be played by another bitch
back then,
I thought there was a difference
between me & a trick
but I guess you become what you practice.
There were sorrys,
long enough to wrap around his earth twice
but he doesn't remember those
& I couldn't recall our happiness or his I love yous.
I destroyed a man in name of secular selfishness.
Now he's married.. 2 gorgeous kids
& I'm lonely
~Zsazsa khu Lawson
I'm definitely not a fan for those who cheat. Love who loves you... don't be an "eve," instead prove your worthiness for your "adam"
6/14/10
6/8/10
Visual: Kendrick Lamar- "Wanna Be Heard"
One of our favorite artists here at ConfabulateTHISS. If you do not have his EP than you are lost in your nonsense.
6/7/10
6/5/10
A Work of Art
Power accepted with no remorse
Subsided in the precipitation, invested the expression
Deriving from the grind of pure passion
Undermining time because the everlasting...
Proceeds heavily
Helplessly left open to wander
Somber looms in shades of gray
From the nightstand on in, the sole illumination
Scene, vintage
The art, an abstract creation
Painting white sheets soulful
Vibe leaking from the extremity
Pleading excess
Provided and abided
Mastering it in its raw form
The Supreme Being exaggerated
Masterpiece ceased to reach completion
The process showered with gratitude
We are welcome.
PhotoCredits: Alexa Fischer
6/2/10
5/30/10
Re-Habilitation
Scent captured
Then proceeded, defeated
Succumbed to infatuation
Head up, eyes wide
Heart open, soul blind
Treat her delicately, said the center
Eyes piercing, color ran red
Lips speaking, I’m reading
Envision… prolong her
Voice, spoke volumes
Mind, only focus comprehensive
Soul sold to sin, Eyes could read no longer
So eye tasted
Petals ran soft, the dire replenished
Vibe intensified, wall diminished
So I savored
Now I crave, more than her
"She"… conceptualized
The flavor
It is her I despise, ecstatic
Self-inflicted addiction
Then proceeded, defeated
Succumbed to infatuation
Head up, eyes wide
Heart open, soul blind
Treat her delicately, said the center
Eyes piercing, color ran red
Lips speaking, I’m reading
Envision… prolong her
Voice, spoke volumes
Mind, only focus comprehensive
Soul sold to sin, Eyes could read no longer
So eye tasted
Petals ran soft, the dire replenished
Vibe intensified, wall diminished
So I savored
Now I crave, more than her
"She"… conceptualized
The flavor
It is her I despise, ecstatic
Self-inflicted addiction
+gsjr.
5/25/10
5/24/10
Visuals: Jaydiohead.
Jaydiohead Ignorant Swan Medley from SUBVOYANT on Vimeo.
Radiohead & Jay-z visual for ignorant swan medley
"Black ICE.."
Black Ice
Froze over to the minus degree,
her lungs expanded what she believed was full yet remained empty.
Pockets full of green,
yet her soul was the reflection of a bottomless black [w]hole lacking.
Day in and day out…
each day was occupied by the infinite tasks she took on to fill a void she neglected to address.
Put on and put out…
because for her more was never less, captivated by the result rather than the process
She was a product of her yesterday,
a moment that forever haunted her entirety and now she found herself here.
Amongst a world full of strangers, a realm of “no can dos” and “nevers” …Lost.
She is black ice, tossed and tripped upon,
with no intent to be admired or adored.
Shuffled across pavements, pushed, scrapped and scattered amongst lawns,
for she is never the type to be included in photos or Christmas décor.
The shade of Moca latte and Dark chocolate..
temperature below zero resulting from a heart scorned.
To know her is to never have known her at all.
She is at bay, at distance and further more.
She exhibits just enough emotion to appear to be involved,
but dull enough to avoid the responsibility of casual living and minor conversations in halls.
She is black ice… awkward,
yet rare,
but never feels beautiful.
Stuck in the definition
of the glossy glass depiction.. of what ice should be
she stares in the mirror and destroys “she.”
Scanning the atlas of her landscape
pointing out every monument that is different from the next state.
She’s critical,
a perfectionist because for her to be frozen is to be...
locked in a series of compounds that is no illustration of what she sees.
Frigid perfection...
creates her desired creation
...and that’s far from what she needs.
Frozen in a facade of social comfort…
a comfort that she never once experienced…
a comfort that never proved itself,
as it never claimed her,
never said she was theirs,
never announced to the world she had a place,
a location,
a reason,
a purpose,
a for sure moment..
when black ice was cool and collected as one woman seen in her reflection.
She is bLaCk iCe… lost in the light
Froze over to the minus degree,
her lungs expanded what she believed was full yet remained empty.
Pockets full of green,
yet her soul was the reflection of a bottomless black [w]hole lacking.
Day in and day out…
each day was occupied by the infinite tasks she took on to fill a void she neglected to address.
Put on and put out…
because for her more was never less, captivated by the result rather than the process
She was a product of her yesterday,
a moment that forever haunted her entirety and now she found herself here.
Amongst a world full of strangers, a realm of “no can dos” and “nevers” …Lost.
She is black ice, tossed and tripped upon,
with no intent to be admired or adored.
Shuffled across pavements, pushed, scrapped and scattered amongst lawns,
for she is never the type to be included in photos or Christmas décor.
The shade of Moca latte and Dark chocolate..
temperature below zero resulting from a heart scorned.
To know her is to never have known her at all.
She is at bay, at distance and further more.
She exhibits just enough emotion to appear to be involved,
but dull enough to avoid the responsibility of casual living and minor conversations in halls.
She is black ice… awkward,
yet rare,
but never feels beautiful.
Stuck in the definition
of the glossy glass depiction.. of what ice should be
she stares in the mirror and destroys “she.”
Scanning the atlas of her landscape
pointing out every monument that is different from the next state.
She’s critical,
a perfectionist because for her to be frozen is to be...
locked in a series of compounds that is no illustration of what she sees.
Frigid perfection...
creates her desired creation
...and that’s far from what she needs.
Frozen in a facade of social comfort…
a comfort that she never once experienced…
a comfort that never proved itself,
as it never claimed her,
never said she was theirs,
never announced to the world she had a place,
a location,
a reason,
a purpose,
a for sure moment..
when black ice was cool and collected as one woman seen in her reflection.
She is bLaCk iCe… lost in the light
-Zsazsa khu Lawson
5/19/10
5/16/10
"JULY"
Mind stationed on the agenda
Instead of being patient, mine races anxious
Dying for the atonement
Reparation for the devastation of time being in control
Deep in concentration heavily awaiting for the explanation
Although I know
Elation hating the separation with passion
Everlasting imagery of the sensation
Despite implications time froze
Today the wind blew straight in my direction forcing my eyes closed
Hoping when I opened them it was you waiting
Sight turned to glare and only disappointment was there
Now I hold on to the subtle contact made usually initiated by my impatience
Avoiding blatant statements saving for when we again are in the same time zone
Mind blown, I kind of want you
No lie
Only way to truly say how much I anticipate
When you arrive, come July
+garysatterwhitejr.
5/14/10
5/10/10
"Show Me Who You Are"
Deliver me from perception, impressions, leaving an imprint on my reception.
Imagery drawn from reaction limiting interaction draws me closer to your every dimension.
Now I yearn.
Self-expression without a question teaches me a lesson, so now I learn.
You, that is.
Mindful of your mind, full of thoughts of sought after desire.
Mine, in search of why it is you I inquire.
Do I dare?
Why yes, time after time my mind rewinds admiring your design.
Examining your blueprint, it is you I stare.
Truly divine.
There is where I should be.
In the grasp of you clenching me as if on earth, we were the last two.
In awe of my own view, only you I see.
Wondering if my discovery permits her heart to try and uncover me.
I realize her angelically, so you are.
Basking in coexistence, day or night, never too far.
Physically, emotion is expressed and curiosity is slain.
I say this plain seeking sublimity as high as the biggest star.
It will simply bring about pleasure that’s easy to sustain.
I want to know, so I plead.
Show me who you are.
+garysatterwhitejr.
5/9/10
Jabbawockeez @ World of Dance Show in Pomona, CA
the jabbawockeez are incredible. this we know. but 12 minutes straight of raw?? i mean this is just ridiculous.
+garysatterwhitejr.
5/7/10
Jesse Boykins III x "Amorous" video
very much enjoyed the concept of this video. here at ConfabulateTHISS, we are indeed a fan and supporter of Jesse. a MUST watch for the lovers.
+garysatterwhitejr.
4/29/10
Ontogeny;
Forewarning, storming my premonition is desires that retire irrelevancy. Seeded deep in the soil of my impertinence is planted inhibitions exhibiting incredible potential to expand in to reality. The roots of which lies beneath large amounts of uncertainty. Everything I consume brings about change so my intake must be wise for the sake of my livelihood. With that being said, a continuance of cognition is what I inquire so that the tainted ground above can be broken by emergence. The light of purpose shines bright producing energy designed to fuel my increment. A hunger unmatched to starvation drives the process. Blossoming to its full is requiring my precise focus on nurturing with great concern for it's development being mandated, as well as timely. Divine intervention may be relied upon but regardless, the expansion depends solely on the inside with nothing benefitting its evolution but the person glaring back each day in the mirror. It's living so without it being tended to regularly causes decay, making responsibility my number one priority. Exhaustion settles but time doesn't so the maintenance is consistent. In doing so, the development moves steadily with eventually the product of my manifestation being sublime. When it reaches its peak, accomplishment will provide warmth forcing stability. That I will maintain but more importantly, sustain. Throughout the seasons, elements attempt destruction. Rain comes and goes constantly pouring hinderance which proves dangerous to the subject. Too much of this element drowns possibility drenching hopes so instead of absorbance, I will develop resistance allowing each drop to trickle down the stem of my achievement soaking back in to the tainted soil, leaving my work unsusceptible to extreme regression. The sun can't neglect it's employment so I will weather the storm and continue to ensure the safety of my attainment. Too much time has been invested into this project and the fact is, failure is highly disregarded. In the quest for manhood that protection of my newborn will place everything accordingly. This organism will successfully pass through the maturation process to become a defining exponent in my everyday actualization. +garysatterwhitejr.
4/28/10
Mixtape Download: Theophilus London "I Want You"
http://theophiluslondon.net/The long awaited "I Want You" release from Theophilus London has finally made its way to our soundwaves via Zip. Hosted by Vashtie this deserves a listen, a replay, a rotation of its own in your ipod and itunes. DOWNLOAD! and #acceptthenew.
4/26/10
4/25/10
4/23/10
Fantasized...
Fantasized
Most times i go...
i linger..
creep..
tiptoe
whatever suits the night
back and forth
in between
in and out
shifty like water before ice
other times i drift...
I float..
gravitate
close to wherever is home
Skim and slide
wander
deep and immersed
inmost like intimacy alone
As we've gone; we've grown
not too late, but long
penetrating all that has been lost
in today...
yesterday
tomorrow's same old sad song
deviously plotting our minds
to decide...
conclude
surmise
providing shade for our eyes
to erect...
constitute
implant
all necessary to inaugurate thee blind
To get away I fantasize
Fire off neurons
strong enough to disrupt my reality
cremate my false sense of now
and latch onto a synapse of authentication
my imagination
holds me down..
down down deep in the vast mysteries of the ocean
where breathing meets no surface
and the safest is the mind that's bottomless
lifeless...
is the soul caught floating
left to crash against the grains of my limited stretch
but not yet
for ever so often my sand reaches its highway
shooting images close to and beyond my peripheral
10 and 2 has no need here
brakes feel no feet here
and roads have no end here
hillside curves know no safety
repeat and wreck havoc on complacency
liberate my mental right off a cliff
caught in the air... lift
higher higher widespread... coated in baby blue sky
tickled by a smooth white cloud's innocence
with no oxygen it seems to all make perfect sense
so I fantasize..
~Zsazsa khu Lawson
Photo: Artist Jackson Pollock :-) I absolutely love..
4/18/10
"Note to the Future;"
Separation once brought fear, now it brings reminiscence. Snatched from the hip by the grip of my reactions, now gone and departed. Actions angered, but more so devastated you. The only blemish being vulnerability was the light of you illuminating the entrance to your innermost. I should have entered. Instead I chose to vast in the comfort. Relaxing in your anguish while reaping my benefits, disregarding your concern. But now you have the last laugh because I lay in the needles of my mistakes, with every instance piercing the skin of my heart causing each drop of you to stain my conscience. Most drastic is that no one can match the passion, yet that was never seen because there was never another to compare to. Challenging every moment of my existence teaching me the unique idea of ‘love’, unintentionally I failed you miserably. Now my eyes can’t see the opposite the same because the divine beauty of ANY female brings shame. No matter what I proclaim, nothing rewinds. You never questioned my love, but rather my focus because you knew your value. But did I? The answer being self-explanatory, I shake my head. Females tend to think that a man does not genuinely care. That is nonsense because in actuality, we can’t live without them. That being meant in its most literal sense, as well as the obvious. As men, we strive on pride and dominance. The wall built by the two is impenetrable to all, but women are explosive. Their essence being the only true tool of our destruction. The fact that women can initiate weakness stirs our mental. Now we become crazy, making decisions without fully understanding the circumstances. But undoubtedly you keep us sane. We handle our love in two different ways. Women embrace it, Men misplace it. Forgetting the reason why we dove into the beauty of this female in the first place. Despite everything there are no excuses. That being said, I trained my mind learning from the previous. From my first. Gathering positive aspirations from negative events, applying them to the betterment of my future. That being you, I don’t want anything to change solely off the regrets of my past. Actually, regret doesn’t exist because I could never regret anything that gives me the opportunity to be your center. My prior only prepared me for what I plan to indulge in, with you being primary. Yes, I wrote the words to my rough draft but you are the final. My graduation from bland to sublimity is in the hands of your reception. I plan to walk. Strolling down a path with distractions in the distance. This time, I channel my focus because I can’t lose the sight of you. The thought offers, but I respectfully refuse that concept. Failure is ultimately not an option. With respect,
Your Future Lover.
+garysatterwhitejr.
Theophilus London: Accept the new
Theophilus London - ACCEPT THE NEW from Theophilus London on Vimeo.
From the forthcoming mixtape "I Want You" projected to release April 28th
Cochella Music Festival: Fri. Jay-z and Others
The energy there was crafted precisely to have you intoxicated with everything "Cochella." Hoping over fences.. maybe? Sneaking past security.. it was possible if persistent, but diving into the moment when your heart immediately froze and your mind went blank and all you could do was feel well.. that was indefinite. Jay-z opened a new end to 200,000 customers and many more stragglers who fought their way in on pure adrenaline and hope. This is just a snippet, be aware ~Zsazsa khu Lawson
4/16/10
4/14/10
Random Acts of Passion;
from afar was contact and now eyes are intertwined reflecting sensuality, layering our vision hindering our judgement incapable of seeing what's apparent. consequently, the focus concerns only your semblance inaugurating the premonition of a salacious occurence. so anxious; the pursuit from jump is rooted from raw appeal stunning the cognitive process pointless. we have a problem, yes. but nothing that me, you, and a period of time could not handle. regret tapping on the shoulder of contemplation brings the predicament cognizant. the right hand of instinct brushed off the advances in disgust. questions of eventuality presents themselves but the present underlies it's importance. last time I checked the time goes by now, not tomorrow or the day after. so forget the whole concept of 'later'. the interaction we are chasing is depressed by the dry minds of our society repressing our initial thoughts, allowing anticipated expectations to flee. never mind them. benefits await in the distance. YOU-n-I contain nothing significant. just what's put out on the surface for anyone to decipher. live in the moment is said, therefore lets live by that in which they preach. existing only consisting of premeditated actions is unacceptable. in regards to attraction, spontaneity never disappoints. we will be grateful, trust. considering it's curiousity satisfied, it won't need to be addressed in the future for it's already comprehended. the translation performed by the unexpected endeavor. it would be nonsense if I stated the possibilty of a sequel will never conform, knowlingly remaining hopeful. she had me since the moment eyes met, no romanticism intended. shakespeare is probably turning as I speak. displayed in the middle of everyone was the agenda, but only we knew what was on the schedule for this one night... stand.+garysatterwhitejr.
4/13/10
Theophilus London- "Accept The New"
Theophilus London - ACCEPT THE NEW from Theophilus London on Vimeo.
The video is a collage and very... eccentric, for a lack of better words. the music is of course creative and in return produces another solid listen by one of my personal favorite artists. London's new project, "I Want You" drops APRIL 28th. Make sure to mark that date on your calender. In the mean time, vibe. And if you haven't already, download London's track "Life of a Lover" Featuring Jesse Boykins III.
+garysatterwhitejr.
4/12/10
4/9/10
Justin Beiber Drums with ?uestlove. RESPECT;
Not a fan by no means, but proved his talent as an artist right here and in my eyes, that deserves some real RESPECT. kid is fresh. fast forward through the talking.
+garysatterwhitejr.
4/7/10
the REASON;
smoothly flowing in unison, constantly moving consistently with persist-ency. even without a definite meaning, the ultimate stands above all. subsequently speaking its slowly reaching, than screaming at the top of the wall, "freedom". the reason lines can be written leaving countless brains smitten. the gateway to mine divides permitting words to collide developing one complete sequence. arithmetically speaking, consider them to be mathematic, solving internal problems logically. after the initial, next comes the transfer legibly, followed by the answer being in-dependency. my self in it's entirety and no other. but don't be mistaken. sentences for my sister, your brother, my father, your mother, and everyone in between. all the worlds inhabitants, because words are unable to say they've seen. yet they heal the blind souls of plenty unintentionally. innocence, gracefully traveling from sight to mind. no tone necessary, nor could they annoy you. only deploy you to your desired destination, mindful travel agents. so forget everything, except what you stare. especially when handled with care, they unite a regime of meanings stitching together separated instances to one processed resistance. despite unifying, they segregate many, but not racially, only mentally. the entity, some may not be prepared for. but that's what their there for, challenging one's existence forcing the individual to not be the lost one, but the seeker. to find knowledgeable beauty in the pit of themselves where no one can reach her. personally becoming the teacher, learning others of your nonsense. my instincts say fluently, why waste communication fluidly. translated statements can be much more appreciated when the truth can be visualized. realized concepts put to paper, intended to be read by real eyes. not the fake, but there is no censoring of your message. the pen bleeds free for the whole world to see, graphic communication. patiently waiting for the day the globe understands its importance, I don't hold my breath for that would bring death and I enjoy my being. unlike the rest I keep my thoughts moving, forever the untimely victim of progress seemingly.
+garysatterwhitejr.
+garysatterwhitejr.
4/6/10
Muhsinah- "Construction"
An artist who uses the mind to appeal instead of her physical, she puts fresh beauty through her voice and lyrics directly into our speakers. I have recently been vibing to her and this video indeed exhibits what she is trying to accomplish. In a world of mainstream mediocrity, she offers a message. With the artists of the underground digging their way through the rubble in the world of modern music, they build for a better future. creativeCONSTRUCTION.
+garysatterwhite
4/4/10
Miguel Jontel
Some may know and others may just stumbled upon his melodies and adorable sex appeal. From covers to his own projects, if you are a fan then you love him and look forward to any of his new releases. From "strawberry amazing" to "sure thing" and my personal favorite "quickie" this artist will leave an imprint on the cloud you float on in the realm of R&B. He has done features with many artist including exile, Asher Roth and the latest release on U-N-I's "lately remix". He has teamed up with rising star from RocNation J.Cole and has given his fans just a little bit more to hold onto. Another appetizer from Miguel entitled "All i want is you". ~Zsazsa Khu Lawson
Download Miguel All Want You (feat Cole) mp3
3/30/10
inBETWEEN; the stage.
every moment spent, not a cent wasted. it's an experience, event, and circumstance meshed to create a radius only we can wander in. sadly lost in, but amazed at the maze in which we created, we're devastated at the inconvenience. yes I've seen this, once maybe twice before, but slipped it for the lack of an equilibrium caused me to lose balance. thinking clumsily to believe that the conspiracy could dissolve. but who says I'm not satisfied. you may ask why and that's simple. for each occurrence lies insurance. in situations of misfortune, we're fortunate that the return is delivered. the message being the lesson. so no point settling for stressing, although mistakes claim the positivity of many. not I, nor mine. my mind controls my being, and I choose the present. applying the morals from past quarrels to the current situation, I learn them to you. sitting near, examining fully while comprehending truly the reason we came here, let's admit fear. the ultimate reason we go against what we believe in. treason if you will, now were suffering the consequences. fighting a battle that has been lost since the moment of our existence. together, we are casualties to self-inflicted actuality. bandaged opportunities struggle to remain breathing. in saving them we initiate a beginning. night closing, loss of faith unfolding, my will is still molding, transforming determination steadily into a extreme focus with you being my center. my middle-ground. my revision of previous instances inflicting newly and truly divine decisions. we walk a line too fine to try and stay behind. so I choose to rebel, crossing the border that separates sublimity and stability. nothing is stable, including this false proximity in which we attempt to live in. so as I take this leap of faith I humbly state, come with me.
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3/28/10
3/26/10
Video: Lykke Li "Possibility"
Lykke Li - Possibility from satelite on Vimeo.
From the "Twilight New Moon" soundtrack. Not much from Lykke Li since the release of her last album and Drake's remix of "little Bit" but here is a release of her featured track on the "New Moon" picture.
Video: Shawn Chrystopher "No Snitchin"
Shawn Chrystopher - No Snitchin (Directors Cut) from kyle salazar on Vimeo.
"The Audition" is out now. Spend some ends.
3/25/10
Video: "Fresh Academy" - Kidz in The Hall
Fresh Academy - Kidz in the Hall feat. Chip Tha Ripper and Donnis from Davy Greenberg on Vimeo.
Kidz in The hall album out now. Itunes got it, go get it.
3/21/10
THEMandMINE;
Beaming at me, I freeze. Caught in the moment, stuck in my initial reaction, They’ve now became my distraction. To the core lies the truth, down by the foundation of you. The moonlight glaring off Them dims Mine. Pupils contain word after word, sentence after sentence. So now I’ve become the pupil… please teach me. It’s simple, they reach me. They extend out and grab me, depicting the mental road that brought you here. You are hurting and I want to know, but don’t speak. That would be a waste. Instead let Them leak, the subtle statements rolling down each cheek. In the sorrow that pours, there is undeniable beauty for they drip from a slight opening that proves accessibility instead of you remaining closed to me. A window to your heart, mind, body, and spirit is open letting a gust of bliss attempt to enlighten your distressed emotion. I’m here. Each drop hits my clavicle whispering a tale of misfortune and regret. Every other expresses your hope and inhibitions. You and he were not meant to be Mine stated. A statement I made once before verbally, but then rescinded because you convinced yourself otherwise. The thing is you knew because They could not stare into His, but They could always stare into Mine. Acknowledging the failure of communication in the past, I forget the action of tongue. Just look at me, I thought. She pulled back from my soaked sternum and adjusts her focus to Mine. They plead I want you, but more importantly, need you. With Mine observing, I notice the water magnifying the color within Them. It’s the soul; in fact, it has to be for it tells the non-fiction story of the present you with its evanescent glow. They are looking at me with your heart, positively blinding me. Divinely staring straight in to the pit of each other, we walk on mutual ground for the first time in awhile. We feel the way we are seeing. Without addressing it, we know that it is much more. Knowing the exact thing that is needed, there is no more turning the blind eye. Instead, letting the eyes make the decisions for Themselves for they know exactly what the other pair inquires. Shall we stare into eachother forever? We haven’t said one word this whole time, yet I have never felt so close to you. The bond needs no explanation. Even if it did, all I would have to do is look into Them, and you, Mine… the visual connection.
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