Queen...in Seven

...five... six...
seven.
seven steps away from being with love.
it sounds simple, right?
like walking parallel to the DeeJay booth,
lifting left, then right foot with gravity-defying moves,
bringing the future ever closer,
is something done everyday!
well... okay it is.
the game is complexed,
but the objective is simple...
"capture the Queen."

there she was,
hips moving as though she were the beat.
playing composer to the DJ's orchestra.
the music chases her tempo,
as she plays hard to get.
the symphony slows down,
slows, as though succumbing to the exhaustive pace it was forced to maintain.
she, maestro, Queen, curtsey's
and i, like any audience, mentally
applauded her work.
she slightly, subtly,
gave my glance toward her recognition.
i, absorbed her faint smile,
as though this Queen were the sunshine,
and i, just a frostbitten Alaskan tourist,
in need of her warmth for survival.

her wordless sign of acknowledgement
inspired me to move closer.
but i had to move with a sense of purpose.

I prepared my first move.
It was a simple one, really,
the Pawns are the easiest to escape.
they are great in numbers, and
have the ability to attack, but
are merely a filter used to weed out
unqualified challengers.
Their "easiness" can seduce some,
but those who truly seek to gain the Queens
favor,
are not swayed.
Gyration, vibrations, and temptations abound,
I side-step them all, in the name of Love.

KNight approaches.
Its odd movements make it formidable,
I must not take it for granted,
for it may creep up on me,
and destroy my entire effort.
I move forward steadfastly.

All the while,
The Queen has taken up residence,
amongst opulence.
She sees all, and all see her.
As attackers attempt to mount,
she, without effort thwarts their advances.

I remain enamored,
I remain in amor,
I remain armored.

Next,
Both Rook and Bishop attempt to redirect me,
entrap me in conversation,
and the consumation of free spirits, respectively.
i decline to partake in petty discussion,
and refuse to ingest that which i am.
free.
spirit.
i guide myself as to avoid Bishops angle of attack,
and Rooks straight up and down candor, with a...
"...step, step, side to side..."

all foes have been averted,
i have come within paces of my goal,
of my gold,
my precious object of desire.

the orchestra once again attempts to
overcome their overbearing master,
unsuccessfully.
she repeatedly berates them for their insolence,
they wrap notes around her,
as though to tenderly embrace her,
and then kneel at her feet, in submission.

through strategic positioning,
i have arranged my ranks,
so as to force her in my direction.
i, unlike the DeeJay, have succeeded in my endeavor.

Queen, black, moves.
King, white, touches Queens arm,
Queen beams.
Game...
I move in closer,
in an attempt to whisper words of love,
words of peace and of war,
all which celebrate at different points on the spectrum,
a spectrum that defines what i would do,
would do to protect you.
You my Queen.
that is what i intended to say...
seven steps to Queen, black,
I had not accounted for King, black.
I lose.
Click!!!...
CheckMate.

Where I've been.

I was recently blessed with the opportunity to shoot some shots at the album release party for Janelle Monae earlier this month. Click here if slideshow doesn't start.
peace.



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Go Me, its your birthday, again, We gonna party...

Like it's your birthday, again. And you know I don't give a f--k cause it's my birthday, again...





Okay people i made a promise to blog atleast one more time before i enter my Thirties. So in attempting to hold myself to my responsibilities and honoring my words, here i am.



Ya' know i love to blog, as you can tell by my excessive and obsessive number of post, but lately it doesn't move me to do so. I really began blogging to share my world, so to speak. I feel i have a lot to say and that there are hundreds of others who share pieces of my world with me. if i've said it once, i've said it a thousand times, i'm a lover of conversation. some of you may already know that but some may not. All that is to say that, even though i love to write, i love to converse even more. i personally think that one day this country will have some kind of revolution, and people like myself will be more and more valued.



so if you bothered reading this, let me know. maybe, "We can burn the incense, and just chat, Relax, I got the good vibrations,....lets have a good conversation"







Peace people.





If you wanna celebrate my dirty thirty-eth with me just have a drink and relax. cause that what i'll be doing.



Peace

Click.....(pt. 2)

Click.

beep....
Hey Miss...
just checkin', thought i'd see whats up.
get at me when you got a minute. click.

beep...
What up Queen?
you ran through my head,
so i figured i would check you,
holla atcha boy when you get time. click.

beep...
Whut ta gwan star?
you stay busy,
i ain't mad at ya'.
well i thought i'd catch up with you,
see how life's treatin' you.
peace. click.

beep...
i just heard this song on the radio...
it had me reminiscing on the good ol' days,
i know you would've appreciated it.
maybe your listening anyways.
well... peace. click

beep.
did i do something to you?
i thought we were closer than that!
let me know if i did something wrong.
i hope you're in a good place.
peace Ma'. click.

beep.
click.

beep.
click.

beep.
so it's like that?
you just gonna ig' me?
like we never knew each other?!
i gotcha!
fuck you d'en!
i didn't need you anyways.
click.

"... the number you have dialed is no longer in service, please check the number a try again."
beep.
mom, i'm sorry for what i said.
i just miss you so much.
i wish i could just hear your voice again.
mom...
call me when you're ready to talk.
click.

Click... (a new concept)

click, i see what noOne else does...
we all are given beautifully unique gifts that some use,
but don't all exploit.
i take complete and wreckless advantage of mine, click
i treat it as though it were a girl with low self-worth,
and i have manipulated her to do my bidding,
she turns tricks for me, click
see's things my way, click
doesn't speak without being spoken too, click
she fucks me over sometimes, but i get even
i have made her make love to people before, right in front of me
she likes it though, it shows, click
she only wants to make me happy
it's impossible for her to hide her true feelings

she doesn't know how valuable she is, but i do
i have trained this girl not to think,
not to formulate her own ideas,
matter of fact...
every idea she has about life,
about love, click
about beauty, click
about creation, click
i put in to her.
ha...
damn i'm good,
click.


peace



thank you dad for my gift! love you. you'd be proud the way i abuse her.

Click.....

This an edit of this post. I guess the system was unable to support my actions, so I'm just posting a link for the slideshow.

Peace

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