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Cold Hands Warm Heart
Cold like Twilight:
Her hands are cold, like, really cold. Kind of like Twilight, yeah that Twilight. The rip off version of Dracula and the Vampire Diaries. Vampires should not glisten in the sun. I prefer they burn. Iām not talking about her clear beautiful skin, it is her hands. Iām not trying to say that she is a vampire. Sheās not dead, pouty looking, nor does she give me that Edward stare. Ā Whenever I touch her hands, itās like I am in a never ending snow day. Not like a blizzard; but a nice, smooth, relaxing snow day. Calm. Thereās no noise nor sound. Her and I are glancing at one another in that never ending snow day. Peaceful. There are other times when I touch her hands, my reality and surrounding change because her hands are cold, but mines are warm. Sometimes, that snow day disappears and comes Fall. I love Fall, it is my birth season. Her and I are playing while holding hands and kissing in the Fall leaves like crazy. A lot of times, even though her hands her cold. I sense a warm presence within herself, so maybe sheās not a Twilight.
Warm like a wolf, or maybe pure Hearted:
I have a feeling that maybe sheās not human, but supernatural. I like touching her hands, they are cold like ice. This warm presence I sense from her, it is warm like no other. Maybe not supernatural, I believe an animal. Wolf. Reason I say wolf because of the three statuses of a wolf pack. Alpha, Beta, Omega. From Her, I see an Omega thatās lonely. A Beta that follows with care and kindness. An Alpha that is aggressive yet crazy. I believe thatās her, a wolf with all three titles. I also sense Pure. Not physically, but spiritually. Maybe, just maybe, she is human. Maybe she have a pure heart. With that pure heart, I sense that she believes in a God. A purity with oneās body and temple. Then, her morals. Incredible. What a beautiful creature she is. She knows who she is. Whatever it is, either a wolf or pure, itās warm. Maybe she doesnāt realize how warm she really is, who knows. I know.
Her:
Her name, well. She knows who she is.
Her hands are cold, but I sense warmth.
A wise and gentle women told me, āCold hands, but a warm Heartā.
So I would like to raise a glass to Her.
Your hands are Cold, but you have a warm Heart.
My-Hitta
A Black Women Hair Act I
My Hitta, your hair is so beautiful, your hair symbolize oneself. And yourself alone. Itās black, just like every other black person on earth, but your hair is original, and let me not forget natural and well done. I would not say that you created that particular hairstyle, your hair is just the embodiment of yourself, I love it. So tell me, tell me how could oneself ruin their hair with such abomination called weave. I am a shamed. With the media, consumers, social media, and more important, oneself.Ā A gorgeous, well-educated and well mannered. I liked to call a proud African āAmericanĀ Women, could stoop so low, to wear weave. OMG!!! Bye bye, pure black hair.
Ā A Black Women Hair Act II
My hitta, are you serious. Oneself acts like itās the end of world, or something. Itās my hair, key word, my hair. Iāve been going natural all my life, now since I want to experiment, try something new with my hair. How dare oneself. Go on my case like I did something wrong. āOneself acted offendedā My hitta, you trippin. So please, get off my case. Oh another thing, what do you meanāpure black hairā. Like black hair is holy or made out of gold. Just because oneself is pro-black power or Black Lives Matter, doesnāt mean you can be an ass. I love black hair, I love going natural. But it does not hurt to mix things up a bit.
Hail black hair.
The Big Bad Wolf Stories Vol 2: Havoc
I was born a sinner, but once an angel. Others around me thought that I was a beautiful angel, more beautiful than the archangel Lucifer. All of them were wrong. Like Lucifer, he fell from grace, became a fallen, and then was strip from his title. Archangel. Then, he became a demon. I guess I portray him a little, but I am not a demon. I am more than that, Iām The Big Bad Wolf. Three weeks after the event, I could not stop. I was wreaking havoc on people round me, neighbors, animals, kids, you name it. Like I would rip their heads off, gouge out their eyes, and then my personal favorite, I would eat their hearts. I could not stop. But to be honest, I did not want to stop. Why would I stop, humans are cruel and self-loathing creatures. They treated me like an outcast, or a freak just because of my kindness and caring heart. I truly believed that I was an angel sent from heaven, by God himself to cleanse this world of sin. Not anymore. They want an outcast, Iāll give them an outcast. They want a freak, Iāll give them a freak. Iāll cleanse this world alright, by devouring every last mortal. What can I say, a wolf has to eat. So heavenly father, forgive me.
They called me The Big Bad Wolf.Ā
āGreedā
Ā Ā Ā I want it all, money, power, women you name it more importantly, I want the world. Is that to much to ask, besides, this world is full of Greed. Thatās why I want this world to myself, cause I feed off of Greed. You can say that itās my own personal high if you will. That is why Iām here, why I am born. But more importantly because of humans. Their full of Greed, like there entire bodyās are made of it. Sex, humans live off of sexual desire, once they have a taste, their hungry for more. Once they have enough, there bodyās are destroyed because of mankind diseases. How greedy. Self-loathing, humans cravings for hatred. As there anger grows, the more greedy that they become. Then my most favorite one of all, the root of all greed and evil, money.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Itās funny when humans come upon money, they change. They donāt care for others well being, like the poor, friends and family members then themselves. I bet if human had an opportunity to make a deal with the devil, their soul for money, would they take it. Yes they would. Like I said before, humans are full of Greed. Donāt worry, that is why I am here. As long as humans continue to exist in this world and seek the path of Greed, I am a step closer of achieving my goal. Becoming king of this world. Once I rule this planet, I will devour everyoneās greed and become the supreme ruler of this world, then Death will plague this world. All hail Greed.
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The CTA (Train) Goblin
I always take the CTA (train) almost everywhere I go like to School, Work, Hangout spots, shops and more. Riding on the CTA (train) is one of my favorite commute ever because I get to talk or see a lot of interesting people on the train. But there is a downside whenever I get on the CTA (train), for some reason I feel like that I am ugly every-time I get on the CTA (train). Not trying to say that iām rank 10 on the beautiful scale or the most handsome guy in Chicago, I just sense that I am ugly. I have an impression that I look like a Goblin whenever iām on the CTA (train). Who knows, maybe I am a Goblin, only time can tell.Ā
Forgive Me Father.....
Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. I have so much Hate in my heart, I am truly a shame to admit. When I was younger, my mother always tell me that Hate is a strong Word. She would say ānever Hate another person, I can dislike them, but never Hateā. But in my Reality, my Realm, and in my Life, I can never dislike or say I donāt Hate theses individuals. I would be Lying to myself if I did. I will always Hate my Family, until the day I Die. I just prey that you forgive me Heavenly Father, Ohh and I am Sorry. Please forgive me.Ā
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The Deal
Black Jack
There once were a men name Black Jack, he was on his own. He didnāt have any friends or parents in his life, it was just him, all alone. The only thing he had in life, was himself. One day, Black Jack hears a voice, at first he thought it was the Father of all, The Creator that created him. Instead, it was the prince of lies, the king of darkness. Lucifer. When Lucifer appeared to Black Jack, he offer him a deal, Lucifer will grant Black Jack a friend for a whole year, " throughout that year, you will never feel loneliness again " said Lucifer. Black Jack agreed. " But there is a price, when that year is up, your friend will no longer exist and your soul will belong to hellĀ "Ā said Lucifer. Black Jack is aware of the deal, either Black Jack live out his days alone or for that year, he has a friend. " I say YES!!! "Ā Said Black Jack. So the deal was made. That is when Lucifer ripped Black Jackās heart out of his chest and dropped it on the ground. " I shell create this being from your heart, when I leave, your friend will rise from the ground. She will be born from your heart, sheāll become the same being, but a different shape. Iāll be seeing you next year "Ā said Lucifer. Ā Ā
Ā The Devilās Deal
As the deal was made Lucifer disappeared, Black Jack was alone again. As Black Jack feels the pain of where his heart used to be, he start feel doubt about his deal with Lucifer. " Did I made the right choice, or not "Ā said Black Jack. That is when Black Jack hears another voice. " Hello "Ā said the Being standing behind Black Jack. As Black Jack turns around to see this other being standing before him, a smile appeared across his face. " Hello, my name is Black Jack, whatās yours "Ā said Black Jack. " I donāt have a name "Ā said the other Being, as Black Jake stareās at this being, he realize that she was not like him, but different. " What are you and where did you came from "Ā said Black Jack. " Iām whatās call a female and I was born from your heart "Ā said the Female. Black Jack was confuse, but he didnāt care. " Since you donāt have a name, could I give you one "Ā said Black Jack. " Sure, why not "Ā said the Female. Black Jack thought of so many nameās that came to mind, but there was one name that stood out.Ā " How about Laura "Ā said Black Jack. " Laura⦠I love that name, Laura it is ".
Ā Laura
Black Jack is happy, because he is not alone in this world anymore, he have Laura. Laura and Black Jack spend their days talking and getting to know each other. Even though Laura has not existed in this world for long, she already adapted in this life.Ā " Why do I exist in this world " said Laura. " I was alone in this world, I wanted company. A friend "Ā said Black Jack. " Are we friends "Ā said Laura. " Yes, yes we are, said Black Jack while smiling with tears come down his face. " What is that liquid, running down your face "Ā said Laura, " its tears "Ā said Black Jack, " what are tears "Ā said Laura, as Black Jack gets ready to explain, he himself donāt know what tears are. " Tears is an emotion of happiness or sadness "Ā said Black Jack, while Laura touching her face to see if she has any tears herself, she starts to wonder.Ā Will I start to have any tears " said Laura, " I hope not, I believe having tears are bad anyway "Ā said Black Jack. Laura just smiled at Black Jack and start laughing, so have Black Jack.Ā
All About Banksy
Graffiti (known as street or abstract art) has been around for a while; some people see graffiti as art, showing others their creativity or letting out there expression; others see it as vandalism or just plain graffiti that could never be considered as art. I believe those types of people that think graffiti is not art are people that want to make profit into art; they are politiciansā or aristocrats that only see black and white instead of bright colors. Iāve learned that graffiti is not the lowest form of art, it is the definition of art; Iāve learn that from Banksy. He is one of my favorite graffiti artists in the world because his art has meaning behind it and how he expresses his art, itās wonderful; the world doesnāt look that much black and white. I feel that Banksy is a creative and a cool type of person that wants to change the world on how it looks; that is why I want to talk about Banksy. I want to talk about his origin and his art and then talk about the meaning behind his art and some famous and dangerous stunts he did. Itās All about Banksy.
Ā Banksy is an English graffiti artist, political activist, film director, and painter. Nobody knows who Banksy really is; nobody knows his name, date of birth, or even birthplace, but to my understanding I believe that Banksy is in his 30s or 40s and was born in Yate, England, said to be one of the 50 worst places to live in the UK. I like how Banksy keeps his identity hidden from the public eye; there are some graffiti artists that know Banksyās identity like Shepard Fairey, Mr. Brainwash, other graffiti artists out there, and people that are part of Banksyās inner circle. When I found out that there was an article on Banksy Unmasked at last, I didnāt want to believe that his identity was revealed. It said that Banksyās real identity is Robin Gunningham; I donāt believe it. Therefore, I believe a journalist made the story up just to gain reputation or to get a big pay check; I donāt care, itās not true. There are many stories about Banksyās identity; some people believe that Banksy is not real; people believe itās just a name put forward by a group of artists that conspire together. Another theory that people think, Banksy is someone in a wheel chair or a red-haired woman; over the years people came up with many theories about Banksyās identity of who he is or what gender. In reality, we will never know Banksyās true identity unless he wants us to. Nobody knows what school of education Banksy attended or graduated from; rumor states that Banksy was expelled from school because he and his friends swung a kid around by his legs and then dropped him on his head. I doubt that rumor is true; Banksy claims he was innocent, but they still expelled him.
āThey say graffiti frightens people and is symbolic of the decline in society, but graffiti is only dangerous in the mind of three types of people; politicians, advertising executives, and graffiti writersā (Banksy). I believe what Banksy was trying to say that people think graffiti is frightening because when people see big bright colorful words, they think it is gang related or a disgrace to society. Some graffiti art is disgraceful like gang graffiti, but there is a lot of graffiti art out there that has meaning and expresses feeling. Banksy is right, graffiti can be dangerous in the wrong hands, but in the right hands graffiti can inspire people, it can make people smile, or even warm someoneās heart. What makes Banksy a talented artist is that his art always has meaning behind it like when Banksy started painting rats for three years before someone told him that it is clever, it was an anagram of art. Banksy just pretended to know this about his art. Sometimes when Banksy does have meaning behind his art, I donāt think he knows. Banksy has a lot of fans that support him and appreciate his art. When Banksy had tagged one of his pieces on the side of a nightclub on a boat, the owner loved it, but when the harbormaster of the Bristol docks removed a Banksy tag, the nightclub owner threatened to take the harbormaster to court for unauthorized criminal damage. When Banksy found out, he returned to the boat to replace the tag with a Grim Reaper image. There are a lot of Banksy fans that love and appreciate him and his work, I know I do. Banksy is truly a man/woman of mystery. Part of me feels that since I read a lot articles and books on him, I know him. Yet, in my reality, Banksy is a mystery graffiti artist that shows meaning in his art. Even if I donāt know who Banksy really is, I still believe he is fighting a good fight, no violence, but showing others that the world could be a better looking place.
Ā Second, I believe that Banksyās art does have meaning or his art makes others feel encouraged because when I came across an article that discusses the Segregation wall in Palestine between Berlin and Israel, I was intrigued because they mention Banksy. I read that article, I was shocked and surprised because why would people want to build a wall between factions. But it also said that Banksy was there as well, on the outside and inside the wall. āPalestine has been occupied by the Israeli army since 1967. In 2002 the Israeli government began building a wall separating the occupied territories from Israel, much of it illegal under international lawā (Banksy). On the outside of the Segregation wall and at the West Bank Barrier of Israel, Banksy has created beautiful and inspiring works of art. For example, an image of an escape girl being carried away by a bunch of balloons and a little boy painting a rope ladder. One of my favorite pieces is an image of children in areas cut off from the sea, playing with sand buckets and spades on piles of rubble that look like sand. Then the landscape in the background is so beautiful yet sad at the same time because when I see the Segregation wall itself, itās depressing, but when I see that particular art work I feel that others could be inspired by it to escape as well. I believe what Banksy was trying to say through those artworks is that people can escape, try to gain their freedom, and feel excited to live a better life. Some of the locals didnāt see it that way; there was an old man that came across Banksy and asked him if he painted the wall and told he made it look beautiful. Banksy thanked the old man, but the old man didnāt want the wall to be beautiful; he states the locals hated the wall, then told Banksy to go home. I understand why the locals would have strong feelings about the wall, but if I had seen those artworks in person, I would have appreciated it and felt motivated and moved by it. We Americans see Banksyās art as profit, rare artwork, and elegant work of art. There are differences on how Americans, Islam or other country view Banksyās artwork, other fined it stunning and well-formed, the rest think itās offensive and illegal. Even in America, they are people that feel Banksy art are repulsive, I found out there is a lot graffiti artist who hate Banksy. I will get to that topic later.
Ā Third, exit through the gift shop. When I had watched this documentary, I thought it was about Banksy because he directed and was in the film, but the movie was about an ordinary French man named Thierry Guetta who liked to film ever where he went and the movie talked about graffiti artists and why they express their feelings through art on a wall like tagging words, glue sticks and posters on walls, or even spray printing symbols that define the artist. The movie also talked about other graffiti artists like Banksy, Shepard Fairey, Invader, Swoon, Andre, Ron English, Zevs, and Thierry Guetta as Mr. Brainwash. I found the movie to be breathe taking, it showed me that street art could be so powerful if people put their mind into their creative ways that symbolize themselves. I felt that the so called Mr. Brainwash was and still is a joke because in my perspective I feel that this art/directing skills are nothing but fraud, the only thing he does is change other artist artwork or photo image by using Photoshop thinking that heās a big shot artist or how he say it āIām brain washing peopleā (Mr. Brainwash). One of my favorite scenes throughout the movie is when Banksyās needed help to found tag spots in LA, so Banksy seek aid from Thierry. While Thierry was filming Banksy carrying out his artwork, Thierry starts to gain Banksyās loyalty and respect. One of my favorite scene was when Banksy took Thierry to London with him so he could continue on filming his work, it was this one scene when Banksy and his crew did a project by change a telephone box to look abstract. Thierry filmed the area pretty well that is when Banksyās allowed Thierry to film in his private studio afterwards. My second favorite scene was when Banksyās went to a museum gallery in New York, then place some of his artwork in the gallery. I felt that scene was tense because it was a bold move what Banksy did, I believe Banksy had good intensions. But there was one scene in the movie that got my attention, were when Banksys and Thierry went to Disneyland, Banksys had a piece he wanted to do and that was to dress up a blowup doll in a Guantanamo Bay prison outfit, then put in one of the rides construction. While Banksy fled the scene he had Thierry taking photos and film his piece. Disneyland security was in alerted, so they shut down the rides and took Thierry in for questioning, Thierry kept his mouth shut and didnāt say anything about Banksy. I truly felt that Thierry was a loyal and good friend that day, I know now why Banksy had trusted Thierry, now I donāt know. In the movie when came down to Banksys presenting his art show, I thought it was dazzling, one of the best art shows I have seen in my life.
Even though the movie was perfect and was a big hit, I believe Bnaksyās didnāt want to take credit for the film, I feel Banksy just wanted to show the world why artist express their feelings on a wall. I believe Banksyās was try to prove and I felt that he did. Street art is truly beautiful, once people give it a chance.
The Big Bad Wolf Stories Vol 1
The day I was born into this world, I was already a sinner. But in my family eyes, they see this black angel, with a bright halo and white wings. They called me nice, good, caring, respectful and more. But I know the real story. There was once a time that I was an angel, but that were when everything had changed. That was when I had fallen from grace, and became a beast of havoc. That day, my wings had faded from me, instead my physical appearance started to change, big white fangs, sharp claws, black fur, and bright red eyes. I realize that I was know longer an angel anymore, but an big black wolf. that day, I lost my composure, I blacked out. The time I came to and realize what I had done, I attacked two people, one person had been sent to the hospital, but the other, I ripped his heart out with my teeth, then devoured his heart. It felted good to have that kind of power. Once you draw blood, you could never go back. I donāt want to go back, I love this power, I want more.Ā
They called me The Big Bad Wolf. Ā Ā
Itās How you Play The Game
In the beginning, we was friends and also fellow Libras, I even said to myself that āThis guy have a go head over his shoulders, heās a men with a planā. Now, your nothing but a clown. To you itās a joke, to you itās childish, to you itās nothing but playing around, and to you, itās all a Game. In reality, you yourself is nothing but child in an young adult clothing. You donāt fool me, I know the truth, I myself Played the same Game along time ago. I did the same shit you did, but what makes us different, Iām better. And now everyone knows it. Iām not going to let you win, Iām not going to let your words fades me. But I can say this, I refuse to let you corrupt are community. I refuse to let you divide are community, In this story and are reality, you are the Villain, me Iām not the hero. Iām the Big Bad Wolf. I dare you to get to close, I will devour you.Ā