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Love Placebo

I now “innerstand” that thing which causes us to make a fool of ourselves. That thing which causes us to lie, cheat, steal and sometimes murder. Those looking from the outside in, may even go as far as to say that we’ve become addicted. Only becuase we’ll do just about anything to get it.

While becoming dependent on its effects, we’ve began to consequently lose interest in its authenticity. So much so that in some instances we can  be found  gullible enough to be fooled by inexact replicas.

But it is hard for me to talk about this drug that we all call love without feeling a tremble, my heart may even at times race and thoughts begin to aspiral.  Maybe beacuse I have   witnessed and been apart of so many acts of self-denial. All in this hunt for the “love placebo”.

Sometimes I wonder “what if we all had been educated on these emotions in our adolescent years?” “Would  we still feel the need to chase quick fixes?” “or would we then be able be patient and nurture the seeds of love that had been implanted within us this entire time.”

 

What do you thing friend?,

-The Artist Jahlil Tahree

 

 

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Love and Other drugs Continued

“Have you seen her here before? I know you’ve seen her here before! No one could forget someone like her! She came her 3 days ago she had on a red sweater and  she probably smelled like  roses. She has caramel skin and long brown hair with blonde streaks. Please tell me you seen her!”

“What do you mean you don’t know? I’ve been talking to store owners on this strip all day and your my only hope! Can please check your cameras or something? I don’t know what I’m going to don’t find her soon! ”

When he walked to the back I climbed behind the counter and took the store gun and all the money I could from the register without making a mess of everything. If I was going to find who killed the only I woman I ever loved I was going to need cash and protection. I had an idea of where she may have went after she left my spot. I was going to start there and if need be end there.

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Theory About Riches

What does it mean to be rich? Which value do we use to measure someone’s wealth in this life?  Is it by the sum of luxury one has experienced? Or the pain one has endured as a sacrifice to see a loved one smile?

Maybe its measured by the amount of material things acquired over a time, or the magnitude of things we’ve had to let go in order to become better versions of ourselves. Whatever the case, If one’s goal is to be truly rich, their first mission should  indeed entail obtaining knowledge about the path they’ve chosen to embark upon (becoming rich).  Also important, they must be able to differentiate between that which is rich and that which poor. Unless this quest is fueled by an inability to see and  understand the real path; which is  truth.

What do you think friend?

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Adrift (5am in Philadelphia)

Some people are born with the knowledge about what they’ve been sent to this earth to do, others are blessed with a journey that they must take in order for this information to be revealed to them.

I happen to belong to both groups of people; because in the beginning I knew everything; I understood the universe. But somehow, somewhere along the way I got side tracked, knocked off course and  lead astray.

However, it is because of my journey that I am no longer afraid of the unknown. Those unchartered territories of the mind which threaten its state of comfort, evoking fear, no longer pose threats to my stability. Instead they cheer me on; constantly reminding me of the great mystery that is the Self.

It  seemed rational for me – being an educator – to document some of the lessons I’ve learned while on my path to immortality. My only hope is that the person I’ve become will inspire those also struggling to find themselves in this noise polluted world.

Along my path I’ve learn to:

Breathe slowly

Live fearlessly

Love eternally

and think freely

 

 

 

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Sunrise at the pier

She loves me

Often she expresses to me how I am the man of her dreams

and how no one has ever touched her the way that I have

But I believe this is only because they haven’t attempted to go beyond her surface

That night, I did more than rub her curves.

I massaged her soul.

I caressed her mind.

I accepted her energy as part of my own.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Conversations without words

She said “word to Monica you can’t trust a big dick and a smile”

skin shinning like gold, orally fixated, tryna turn her out

I can tell she aint ever,  had another as real as me

They give her that commercial stroke, but she don’t even watch TV

Her style is kind of different, sophisticated, with a side of ratchet

Pretty Face, nice shape, I just gotta have it

I promised myself not to rush becuase its deeper than sex

So I  just bite my lip thinking about how it’ll feel, when I lick her  wet

I lived in a crowded house so our first time was on the steps

On that one night, when the Jack had me feeling like telling the truth

Told her I aint going nowhere, if it aint with you

Like I can’t do nothing, without thinkin of you

I said this while her nipples were in my mouth

found out she was a squirter, on my gramma’s couch

Now I know why she kept plastic

I’m like how you do that? your pussy magic

I’m in love now, I can’t lie

Thinking about getting her name tatted, near my thigh

#Vibes

 

 

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Primitive ways 

I feel like have to get rid of my phone if I really want to live.

Often I find myself caring more about looking like I’m having fun than actually having fun.

And even as I write this I hear myself thinking “but then none except you will know that you’ve lived”……….but isn’t that the point? 

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