...Finding The CooL...Shifting Some Pillows...

Kirk Douglas. 20(sheesh). Brooklyn. Poet. Brother. Son. Cuffdaddy(haha).

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1,000,000 Hoodie March for Trayvon Martin iPhone photos.

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john mayer - gravity

in a real way.

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In tribute to tupac shakur, nikki giovanni tattooed thug life on her arm…how cool is that?

all eyez on u - Nikki Giovanni as I tossed and turned unable to achieve sleep unable to control anxiety unable to comprehend why 2Pac is not with us if those who lived by the sword died by the sword there would be no white men on earth if those who lived on hatred died on hatred there would be no KKK if those who lived by lies died by lies there would be nobody on wall street in executive suites in academic offices instructing the young don’t tell me he got what he deserved   he deserved a chariot and the accolades of a grateful people he deserved his life it is as clear as a mountain stream as defining as a lightning strike as terrifying as sun to vampires 2Pac told the truth there were those who called it dirty   gansta rap inciting there were those who never wanted to be   angry at the conditions but angry at the messenger who report:  your kitchen has roaches your toilet is overflowing your basement has so much water the rats are in the living room your house is in disorder and 2Pac told you about it what a beautiful boy graceful carriage melodic voice sharp wit intellectual breadth what a beautiful boy to lose not me   never me   I do not believe east coast west coast   I saw them murder Emmett Till I saw them murder Malcolm X   I saw them murder Martin Luther King   I witnessed them shooting Rap Brown I saw them beat LeRoi Jones   I saw them fill their jails I see them burning churches   not me   never me   I do not believe this is some sort of mouth action   this is some sort of political action and they picked well   they picked the brightest freshest fruit from the tallest tree   what a beautiful boy but he will not go away   as Malcolm did not go away   as Emmett Till did not go away   your shooting him will not take him from us his spirit will fill our hearts   his courage will strengthen us for the challenge   his truth will straighten our backbones you know, Socrates had a mother   she too watched her son drink hemlock   she too asked why   but Socrates stood firm and would not lie to save himself   2Pac has a mother   the lovely Afeni had to bury her son   it is not right it is not right this young warrior is cut down   it is not right for the old to bury the young   it is not right this generation mourns 2Pac as my generation mourned Till as we all mourn Malcolm   this wonderful young warrior Sonia Sanchez said when she learned of his passing she walked all day walking the beautiful warrior home to our ancestors I just cried as all mothers cry for the beautiful boy who said he and Mike Tyson would never be allowed to be free at the same time who told the truth about them and who told the truth about us who is our beautiful warrior there are those who wanted to make him the problem   who wanted to believe if they silenced 2Pac all would be quiet on the ghetto front there are those who testified that the problem wasn’t the conditions but the people talking about them they took away band   so the boys started scratching they took away gym   so the boys started break dancing the boys started rapping cause they gave them the guns and the drugs but not the schools and libraries what a beautiful boy to lose and we mourn 2Pac Shakur and we reach out to his mother and we hug ourselves in sadness and shame and we are compelled to ask: R U Happy, Mz Tucker?  2Pac is gone R U Happy?

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I Watched Them Dance.

She extended her arms towards the heaven He stretched his calves down into the Earth, The music said, “I will be your foundation.” They danced…

Her back muscles melted into his forearm And her legs moved into the wind She was beautiful.

His chest flexed into her humility And every muscle formed a rock He was strong.

The muscles in her legs flexed into her leap Of Faith He didn’t catch her He extended her Higher

She was beautiful He was strong And together they danced.  Together they loved.  

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Drake - Club Paradise 

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the bro...T.R.W-Do Whateva ...still bumping.

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Day 2 — Crush (guess it’s not plaid!)

It’s a three-way

between plaid, a pair of headphones,

and a cozy invitation

to daydream. I see plaid everyday and it’s the same

pattern of lines and legs shifting in the rhythm

of red, black, and white. Promises to keep me more than blue

alone,...

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Where we at, where we at…

We’ve finally reached the past

with all this history. An email, a post,

and all the time warped to fit

half inside quicktime files and another “half” in that group

peace that never happened, amount to this letter being

sent across seas. This may reach you late,

...

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Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma - which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.

Steve Jobs (via ariedances)

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yooooooooooooooooooooooo....lol.....wow.

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Melo X - The Highest

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FreeWrite: A Letter to My Mother (Day 3: Letter to my parents, 30DayLetterChallenge)

To my mother, A mother Can teach you everything. Even, how to be Man. My mother made me manly enough to understand And stand for nothing too shortcoming to be honest. I've known her..  as God sometimes. As giver As holder As light As strength I was raised, In her reflection I only hope, She's sees me in the mirror Sometimes That... My photograph Is more accomplishment Than memory. More Of a trophy held Than a gift of labor. She taught me labor. To become ox And slave To the things I love To love To leap With death  and crashing As uncertain inevitables To laugh the entire fucking way down And to get all the people falling with me to laugh too She has 4 jobs. one career. That being, creating tomorrows For her 4 children. She's Created.. Tomorrows...for us...wow... She's taught me honesty. To be yourself, Or quiet. To be more courteous than cool. To act as if she's always watching ...or at least to try She taught me to be faithful. Her tears.. The moral to the story Of her and father's. The disruption of our lives the consequence. The way... It's just..the way She Stayed... It was breathtakingly beautiful... Yellow brick roads Don't birth courage Like that ...Don't build  hearts Like momma's She be All me I be All hers See Hence, My life... And my single mother Is my stance on abortion. She had all her choices And she chose me.. Yea...she chose me... Loved me thorough And through All Life's struggles Took every beating it gave Right there By my side.  a good parent... doesn't need to give you everything. 

Its just one...that gives their life for you... She taught me, To give my last with my everything I've watched you... give your last with your everything. So Thank you. Now..It's my turn To show you what I've learned... To Patricia Angela Taylor(Douglas)..my Mother.. Sincerely, Kirk Douglas

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FreeWrite: A Haiku for my Father (Day 3: Letter to my parents, 30DayLetterChallenge)

To my father,

Dad, I forgive you. We are all only human. Just say sorry once.

Sincerely,

Kirk Douglas

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Sunstar- jesse boykins iii

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FreeWrite: Letter to my best friend..(11/6/11)

To my best friend,

I’ve played you. Tattered and Torn,you’ve been The seams of me Bonded the silly string sticking softly, gripping the insanity holding this all together. I’d marry you if you weren’t so metaphysical. But we can still build bedroom beats,

spiritual and unrelenting. Orchestrate… midnight symphonies. You seem.. to live the best behind closed doors. ..beneath the pitter patter Of shower heads

between The emulsion of vanilla candle wax

and steam.

Tempo, the splashing of black soap. The way… I love the way… I hope you always wrap around my head Tight…clasp, clutch, squeeze.. And just drown me inside of you. My ear drums Pressed… listening, Beating Your intrinsic rhythm into muscular convulsions

..everyone can hear you sometimes..

and sometimes I want them to.

Quite, the cocoon you’ve been. All intangible…

and understanding.

I can trust you to be yourself. Dependable, Staffed and Rhythmic.

To Music…My best friend…

Sincerely,

Kirk Douglas

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French Kiss - Trey Songz

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