Lust

It may be true that there cannot be passion without emotion, but lust? Lust can simply exist. It simply is.
Regardless of how it is manifested, it manifests.
It can be a look
An outfit
A scent
that leads to hands roaming a body that does not belong to you
Kissing lips that want to devour and conquer you
Even though they know they shouldn't
Lust
Can it grow from this guilty pleasure manifestation?
Probably not
But that thrill
That excitement of such a taboo act.....
well,
It's my favorite sin.

War

Tear stricken faces with stomachs grumbling but full of hatred
Fed daily visions of war that govern their days
Heat that awaken bloody brawls and dark sunshine rays
On weapons with blood tainted bullets and screaming barrels blow
Crying louder than the sounds of bombs that leave nothing behind to show
Houses destroyed
Lives dismantled
Children that learn violence before virtue they must earn
Bred before born
Giving up suspects for a cold can of Pepsi
Soldiers filled with fury to kill but what of me?
I am your country that lacks enough reason to be
I am your leader that tortures you of ideas to be free
Yet I never allow these breaths to breathe
I am your wife that cries silently as I am left alone to care for our little three
I am your mother that wanted you to finish your college degree
I am your soul that was lost as you crossed overseas
I am you that questions your motives and now needs to rescue me

Sensations

My lyrics are like the chills you feel on your spine
I tingle
And thrill your senses
They ignite
They overflow
They re-entice
They take it slow
My lyrics are like that first time
I excite
And jerk your body through your mind
They push
They pull
They pump
They seduce your thought process and throw it into overdrive
Into a mental relapse of time where I force you to thrive
Where words and song and freedom can coincide
And not a fucking person can tell u when it's your time to shine
Because the sun
It rises and sets on my tides
On my rhymes
On my beat
To the heart
Of your sensations
I inspire and support every single individual visualization of our creations.
Do you feel me?
Cuz I feel you.
Because you are a sensation
of timbas and pianos and congas and lyrics
And a unique sensual gratification

7 Things I will Never Do When I Am A Professor

1)never read a syllabus word for word-
If I handed out the copies, I'm pretty sure if you made it to college- you are capable of reading them yourselves. You probably aren't listening to me anyway.

2)Never assign an expensive book that I will only use 2-5 passages to refer to in my lesson-
that's just assholish man! The internet..... THE INTERNET!!!!

3)No ridiculous rules example
-"don't acknowledge sneezing" Really? True story.

4)Device Policies-
it's 2011, you will never win. Oh, and PS.... you are teaching adults!!!!!

5)NO POWERPOINTS ONLY TO READ THE SAME DAMN SLIDES I'M GOING TO GIVE TO YOU ALOUD!
- I basically don't want to have to read out loud to you. I just don't get it. It's kindergarten shit.

6)No attendance Policies-
You are in college. Either your getting your school paid for or your paying out of pocket... either way, you will get what you paid for. Why am I going to force you if your just going to youtube during my lesson? Stay your ass home and get that nice "F". I still get a paycheck. I will not waste my time on those that do not want to learn, so why force it?

7)No class or lecture after a test
- a couple of reasons for this one- it will def boost my ratemyprofessor.com ratings and it sucks to have a lesson after a test. Haven't you raped my brain enough???

Reason

Find me reason to believe in a system designed for failure and that thrives on deceit
And I'll happily bag your groceries and smile as I hand you your receipt

Force me to understand why we shed blood for an empty cause
And I'll gladly shake your hand as you tell me to have a good day after you laid me off

Show me why we suffer when there will be more gain than loss for everyone
And I'll shake it off when I see my unborn son already clutching a gun

Break down freedom and equality for me because I just can't see
Why anyone would be proud of a country that glorifies modern day slavery?

Mi Salsa

I miss dance as if it were a long lost lover that knew exactly how to caress you into a sigh
I miss dance as if it were an ex lover that tried to drown you in his passion and be enraged when he realized you survived
I miss dance like earth misses that delicate balance of soft breezed summers and moonlit kissed winters under a ruby red mistletoe
I miss dance like the rhythm misses my art from my soul
My feet ache
My arms are too heavy
My heart has a broken wing
And lately my mind has been occupied by bigger things
But dance, oh, how I miss you
I miss dance as if it were a lover that you only after dark because your secrets were so deep, the sun was jealous of your heat
I miss dance like it were my public diary and every entry was to the world filled with expression that no one could judge or criticize
Just observe
I miss dance as if it were my very hips and lips and backsides' exotic curve
I miss dance as if it were my latin paradise
I miss dance like an old man misses his wise insight
I miss dance because when I dance, everything is just right
The world falls to a whisper at the sight of my pose
Everyone collapses and surrenders and inhales only at the slightest curve of my toes
They all hand on to my skirt as I spin their world
They taste my sweat and fear the passion that course thru my hot blood
And I sigh a lonely sigh as I cry unshed tears that cause my heart to flood
I miss that dance floor
I really do
But how can I do, if not, with you?

Hey you! Random Immigrant! Come Clean my House... it's legal!

Texas has long been a hotbed of controversy on immigration issues. And a proposed immigration bill in the Texas state House is sure to raise more than a few eyebrows. The bill would make hiring an "unauthorized alien" a crime punishable by up to two years in prison and a $10,000 fine, unless that is, they are hired to do household chore.

I don't think I have to say too much about this one.

School

Please hear me when I say ladies and gentlemen, school is not called daycare for a reason!

Do not think simply because you drop your children off at school that teachers are suddenly over-paid (or underpaid for that matter) babysitters.

We are not.

You, as parents, are still responsible for your children. You are responsible in making sure you know who your child is slowly being molded into and becoming, noticing the small behavioral changes, you are responsible for making sure their homework is being done, you are responsible for keeping up with the technologically advanced gizmos they can use to lie to you, you are responsible for the crowd they have now called their friends...

Teachers, teach. The do not raise your children. Their influence can only be as great as they allow it to be, however, the ass whooping they deserve must come from you. So again, this public service announcement is to remind you that your kids are your kids and they go to school for an EDUCATION not a flogging. That's your job.

I'd Tap that....?

Ok, so I have to admit. I have dated some "pretty boys," by definition... but Australian Model Andrej Pejic is a BLOKE MATE!!!!!!

Now, I can't deal with a man being just as- if not- more beautiful than myself, so unfortunately, the answer is no, I would not tap that. However, do I have a problem with this beautiful asexual adryogeneous man? Absolutely not. Society has unfortunately trained us that this is not "normal" or "ok" but hey it's a-ok for sex to sell, just not "weird sex." No, that's not ok. I have a problem with Barnes n Noble putting his magazine covers in plastic covers like the adult porn magazines. Really? The man is showing his chest the same way any other male model would. Come on America. Stop acting like a virgin. However, this man (with reluctant permission from my husband) can get it...o h y e s h e c a n.....

Me:

I love my husband ladies and gentlemen, I promise.

There is no other man that can make me feel like this....

Now, THAT, i would certainly tap. Goodnight everyone!

Freedom of Expression

I want to sing out my sorrows that hides behinds the irises of my eyes

I want to dance out the passion I feel for the music

For you

I want to create words that can save a nation and build blank canvases ready for new creations

I want to move you with my eyes closer to me

I want you to inhale the scent of my lilacs and jasmine spices that scream out

SEX

I want to sway away my problems and dance away my fears

I want you to try to contain me.....

You cannot censor these raw productions of self.

You can only give yourself to it.

Expressions are limitless

Man, has limits.

What's yours?

Thank you Wonder Twin

An Amazing article posted by a brilliant artist:

The Television Will Not Be Revolutionized.

Idiot boxes of the world unite! To fight off the effects of intelligence, replace smart quotes with fart jokes, substitute sense with scenes from Martin, let the baby's bathe in that glow and learn all manner of things they don't really need to know!

The Television Will Not Be Revolutionized!

Channel the content of some rambling nonsense deep into the annals of yo' subconscious, deprogram and depress chasing some televised success, be them, that, they and those be everything but in control,

The Television Will Not Be Revolutionized!

Small claims Court drama, teenage baby mamas, Osama watching Osama, Celebrity Endorsed indoor saunas, the perfectly cooked piraña and other cannonfodder for you to ponder, all at the speed of imitations of life while the smoke of war gets inhaled thru the peace pipes, be still my beating heart and scare my brain from thinking thoughts as i sit intoxicated by the delights, sarcasm and 3 strikes thrown by my favorite pitcher in a sound surrounded, 3 dimensional, high death, full color mixture, wholly unsocializing and completely uncensored,

The Television Will Not Be Revolutionized!

By this one-eyed monster most of the world was raised, and by this hero most of the world was saved, and to this master most of the world is slaves, it factors your fears with actors and cheers from a live studio audience pushing you to engage in a heroic act of thoughtlessness for the grand prize of a little bread, fleeting fame in the circus and every thought in yo head,

The Television Will Not Be Revolutionized!

"Ain't no changing me" said my flat screen TV, No More Che's to the rescue, or Black Panthers to correct you, just coaxial cables and satellite signals to connect you to a world that doesn't really look like it does on TV, where everything is much shorter, fatter, uglier and in disorder, where u have to do it now because there are no digital recorders where if the present gets boring you can just fast forward,

The Television Will Not Be Revolutionized!

So there will be no revolution, or paradoxically ironic televised public execution of the entire worldwide televising institution, there wont even be a celebritized, televised trial of old baby blue, cuz you see my dear friends the television will not be revolutionized but what about the revolution that should taking place inside......................of you?

By Wasalu "Lupe Fiasco" Jaco in Dedication to that guiding light of a human being Gil-Scott Heron

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