Universal Canvas

Universal Canvas

The Walls, The Mind, The Sky…. all a piece of the bigger canvas

Pieces of inspiration from here and there, cut out like magazine clips

Inserted into the mind to create a continuous montage

And through my eyes all I see is…Art

With the verbal strokes of my mouth that originated my discourse

Along with the hunger for creativity it carried in its womb

The Pinnacle of it all is my artistic playground

Where I shoot down dreams to mold bigger ones

Breathe life into them like a monster with an artificial heart

I am then deemed the Mad Scientist of my precious artwork

They call it complex, but to me it consists of the simplest framework

I GRAFFITI the walls with stray thoughts that inspire the masses

Or those that have been afraid to close their eyes to Dream

They’ve never learned the beauty behind the dark and its silence

I remain a martyr…killing my mind for a higher cause

Where unique becomes the norm, and mundane fades to black

Three degrees of separation…from my mind…to thy pen…to your eyes

Allow my abstraction to sketch your imagination

Taking you deeper into the mind’s scrapbook, to a place never seen

My art illuminating your path that’ll get you there

No dream state, the cradle has stopped spinning…this is reality

Everything around me is perceived as a canvas…

It was Written...The Story

It was Written...The Story

He wrote, She wrote, They wrote...

All experiences through the eyes of the beholder

Fingerprints left on the heart like stains on a window

And when the Journey Starts & Ends...It was Written...

He Wrote...

Words that could penetrate the eardrums of the heart

And gave birth to visions that were only viewable by the blind

Engaged in dance with Lucifer, to create love's lust

Seduction at its finest regaling off her soul

She Wrote...

Provoking scriptures that moved masses

Power of her lips, enslaved him to her will

And with her elegance she forged an unbreakable bond

Opening the gateway to her heart for only him

They Wrote...

Tales of a journey that the Oracle couldn't foresee

Composing songs not sung by Choir and others

Molding each other from unfulfilled wishes and desires

Engraving their names in the tree bark of the mind

I Wrote...

In the mind of hers that our imagination was her reality

No fabrication of what lust has transformed into

Her soul was miles of untouched soil, waiting to be paved

And I the brave mercenary of her heart...

Ready to tell the Story that I've been waiting to write

The Checklist

Her list was the beginning of the end

To the finest romance and elegance

Years of revision before she deemed it "perfection"

The tides of love were restricted by her own inception

She knew what she wanted in a Man, nothing else mattered

A list of tangible traits is all it took for her to be flattered

A pretty smile enticed her

But monetary wealth touched her soul

The perfect specimen of a Man to fit her goals

Further down her list was a 6'2 light skin man

His skin couldn't be darker than her tan

Checkmarks slowly started to fill her boxes

But they could never enclose her void

The list she compiled was nothing more than noise

But...she still continues

A body chiseled by the Gods make her eyes light up

She's so close to "perfection" she won't give up

Physically he stimulated her interest

Kept her mind in constant lustful fitness

Until...the checklisted specimen started to diminish

Her checklist complete but love goes unfinished

Then, she meets the exception

The one man who can reform her idea of perfection

He stands average height and a dark complexion

She still doubts whether he is worth the investment

The boxes of her checklist couldn't contain him

For he was the perfect imperfect specimen of heavenly sin

Yet... she still lust for tall and light skin

Deeply stimulated emotionally and spiritually

She questioned the exception to her rules, he was simply average physically

Never mundane and always full of excitement

But the fangs of her checklist bit him

He fades away and the checklist remains

She creates lust and corrupts genuine love

Her soul is as empty as the boxes on her checklist, that caused love to dissolve

Superficial Abyss

I was amazed at her physique

She was the type of woman with an aura that yelled unique

Such a fashion queen, face gracing the cover of magazines

Every young girl's dream...so they could grow up to be..

Just like her... cause in her they trust

And to reach that goal, some will medically increase their bust

While others fatten up their butts

Such the glamour life, wild parties and the limelight

It all just seems so right...

I walk past the fashion tyrant, just smile and say hi

Like music to my ears, I'm loving the silence of her replies

In passing I was just another guy

The melody of her Louis Vuitton shoes harmonize to the beat of her Coach bag

Yet behind those Chanel shades, rest a face so sad

Ms. Runway was just another fad created by her blindness

She thought that material things could bring eternal happiness

But to her surprise, what made her open her eyes would also be her demise

The bright lights and extravagant stores...

Did nothing but further dull her soul

She smiles at the camera, when her eyes truly want to cry

I wonder...when does the pain subside?

With the next swipe of her lifeline card she purchases a ring

A constant reminder of her ownership of elegant things

The newest item trending on her blog site, make her clones envy her style

If only they knew she was the prototype to such a lonely lavish lifestyle

She sold her soul for riches and high dollar pictures

Gave up her true identity for the idolatry of others and monetary figures

The Devil wore Prada which enticed her and left her with nothing

Except father her need for superficial things to feel alive

The one thing she wanted...money couldn't buy

So in my eyes, the Queen of Fashion, had died...

The moment the Superficial Abyss was mistaken for beautiful bliss

Her Existence

Caught a glimpse of her but that was all

My mind felt for her but my heart stalled

It was nothing less than love at first sight

Who knew she inspired my power to write?

In my dreams she lurked, on my mind she stayed

I got closer to her day by day, the love won't fade

So, I promised she'll be mine, no matter what

Cause she was the Woman I had sought

The wetness of her soft lips eroded the wall around my heart

From her I couldn't part...

Light hands from the elegant one, lifted the heaviness of my burdens

She was the play director of my heart, time to open the curtains

Her hair flowed so easy through the air

I gazed at her like a Hawk with a passionate stare

Who was she? For I had never met a Woman so cunning

This Love of ours had started blooming

Through my iris, she would be my Isis

And through it all, I will stand as her king...her Osiris

.......

It was time to open my eyes, for I had been blinded by light

Trying so hard to distort the reality that was the center of my sight

My Isis was merely a mirage of my hearts yearning

Lost in translation with the language of Love, it's pieces remain puzzling

I stop searching and begin to accept what couldn't be

The Woman that I loved so much, I knew I would never touch

She was a blemish on the pages of My Diary

The perfect beautiful lie to an ugly reality, yet the sweetest truth to an amazing fantasy

But....She doesn't exit in this time and space

Will forever settle for another face

Mirror Image

College has been a place for discovery for me the last three years of my life. At times it has been overwhelming because I never know which way to go. It's hard being sure of yourself when ultimately you never know how things will play out. The biggest thing I have learned from college at this stage of my life is that self-image is very important. I stress the importance of this concept to the infinite degree.

I have come across many people who go through extreme changes when they enter college. You have those people who re-invent themselves when they arrive. Their persona changes, their wardrobe alters, their attitude shifts,....they become a totally new person. However, with such change can come with plenty misery and discomfort. This new person becomes a heavy drinker and smoker. Things in their life pre-re-invention that they never did. It all seems cool and fun, until the good times die down and they realize that they're all alone. People that were thought to be friends are merely associates, and the wholeness they once felt is diminishing.

Self-Image is not the image that we build for everyone around us to take in. It is not the acceptance of our peers that develops this image. It is not the image that screams to be cool. Self-Image has nothing to do with anybody besides oneself. Many people go through college trying to build an image that people will remember them by. The kids who only buy the most expensive clothes just so others will envy and talk to them. When the clothes are stripped away finally realizing that the clothes made their image. Or the kids who just want to throw parties so that everyone will want to hangout with them. The Truth Hurts but these people are not comfortable in their OWN SKIN.

To me Self-Image is how I view myself. It is me being one with my mind, body, and spirit. External factors like peers and social life do not effect my self-image. I have given a lot of thought to this idea lately. I realize that most of my peers view me as the epitome of an Asshole. To me Eminem said it best, "if the shoes fit, fuck it I'll wear it." I always get asked if I am okay with how people see me and I always reply "yes", because that is not how I view myself. In my heart I know that I can be a jerk, and I'm more of an acquired taste for people to stomach. I am the in-depth thinker, poetry writer, anime watcher, sports fanatic, lyrical music listener, rpg/adventure video game player, jordan sneakerhead, fashion admirer, chick flick movie watcher, and enjoys his own company type of person. I am mellow within myself, but can be extra around others. It seems as though I am outgoing, but my reality tells me I'm shy.

Everything I said about myself would make most of my peers and associates deem me as weird and I LOVE it. I have one life to live and I can't be worried about what everyone thinks of me. Self-Image is the key to having a happier life. I developed my Image for Me, who did you develop yours for? Think about it, The Truth Hurts....