Sticks & Stones & Weed & Bombs 

Stepped on

Slept on but still she kept on

Up for days she weeps the sun on

Her cries don’t fall on deaf ears but rather those that don’t care

Slept on, slept on, she’s dealing with a loaded cannon

A con

The more she gives to him, the more she dies

As she leaves her body for the skies 

She is now the everliving ghost of what once was

Slept on…

What the hell is being slept on?  No one has ever explained it to me nor have I taken any time to do any research on it, so like most I’ve made my own assumptions as far as what it means. I didn’t really think nor care about what it really meant until I started paying attention to Noah Cyrus and Labyrinth’s “You Make Me” video clip. If you watch the clip and think about what’s happening,  you’ll realize that both Noah & Labrinth are actually helplessly being slept on.

We often hear about undiscovered or unsung talent that is being “slept on”, It is a very real and sad epidemic, but then again, it really isn’t all that bad considering that those doing the sleeping are most probably only sleeping because they are yet to be introduced to or are yet to uncover that which they are sleeping on.

Tragedy comes when being slept on is the kind of being slept on we see on the “You Make Me” clip… When one is being slept on by someone they’ve obviously given themselves to, someone who knows them but for some reason is no longer moved by all that they are, all that they’ve given to them, all that they’re still willing to give… Is no longer worth losing a blink.

They know them interested, they know them awake, they’ve felt their attention, possibly their love and with every attempt to resuscitate the spark, they chip another piece off of themselves, they lose an inner peace… They retrogress…

Like a moth drawn to a flame they are bound to burn out, until they decide to rise once more and let go and start it over again in Mexico.

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A Hundred Million Cold Hearts

Do you know what’s worth fighting for
When it’s not worth dying for?
Does it take your breath away
And you feel yourself suffocating?

Music Smells Like Noise

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Love, Yes love
They say love is God, or is it God is love?
Wording is almost as imperfect as the bare notion of what we think love is. They say it’s cursed by monogamy, they say it is birthed with hate.
Without hate, would it exist?
Without fate does the clock know which motion to take as it waves goodbye to us mere mortals?
As the tic tickles the toc, we die trying to figure out why we’re all here.

There’s a wild wind blowing down the corner of my street
Every night there the headlights are glowing
There’s a cold war coming on the radio I heard
Baby it’s a violent world
Oh love don’t let me go…”

There’s a cold war coming, and it is us
It’s the conflicts we architect amongst ourselves
With family, best friends forever. We’re bound to feel…

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The Love Below

 

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If what thay say is “nothing lasts forever”

Then what makes love the exception?

….So why are we in denial

When we know we’re not happy here?

Y’all don’t want me here, you just wanna dance

 

Day in, day out, every man in a committed relationship has to choose between either satisfying his ever restless manly desires or to honor his relationship with his lover, to keep the dignity and honor… the trust shared in the relationship.

 

Don’t try to fight the feeling

‘Cause the thought alone is killin’ me right now

 

Isn’t it scary how this whole love thing is set up? I mean, there have been debates about us not being monogamous creatures… a debate I’d rather not be part of… Though something I’ve always felt was true is that us men want what we think can’t have. We constantly want to test our abilities, to stretch our luck, to see how much we can get away with, how far we can take it, though depending on one’s self security, you won’t feel like you have anything to prove to yourself or anyone for that matter. Yes, when you’re content with yourself, such desires can be tamed.

 

When promiscuity and lust is the order of the day, “Love is our resistance“… Well, at least “Resistance” by Muse may suggest so.

 

Of course some may feel that they have tried this love thing and failed enough times for them to settle for nothing more than the love below, “Happily ever after below the waist”… Well at least “Bang The Doldrums” by Fall Out Boy may suggest so.

“I’m already taken”, how often do we say those word? More especially to people we would date if we weren’t otherwise taken? Unfortunately some of us could bring ourselves to saying them.

Written By RnB legend R. Kelly and sung by recording RnB artist Trey Songz, “Already Taken” is a number that along with it’s accompanying video embellish the idea of being taken of curbing our “player” tendencies… The idea of being committed.


Bigger Than Jesus

Currently serving a life sentence, Mark Chapman was denied parole for the 8th time back in 2012. Receiving an autograph from John Lennon a few hours before assassinating him, Mark says he had to end John Lennon’s life after learning about claims and stats that ranked The Beatles popularity higher than Jesus…

 

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“Mama

Still wonder if this shit is real

I get on the stage and women scream like Meek Mill

Fucking in some nollis bar with…

I took off my pants and she said short gun long dick… Load up the chopper like it’s December 31st

Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts

If I die today, Remember me like John Lennon

Buried In Louie, I’m talking all brown linen

huh?”

 

They say everybody loves a hero, but what makes a hero? The villain of course, okay scratch that, before I go on a tangent I’ll come up with a different answer, perhaps one that is less mind wrecking to all of us, better yet, let me just insert the music part of this post while I’m at it, as music fans we all have music heroes, and with that, there’s something rather magical that happens when an artist decides to pay homage to an artist they perhaps look up to. With hip hop stars going on about how absolutely awesome they are in every other song, it’s refreshing when they rap or write in praise of an artist before them.

I think we can all agree that “Doc Shebeleza” was the biggest hip hop song in SA back in 2014, a song that pays homage to hip hop’s very own Doc Shebeleza, I don’t know if any one noticed this, but if you’re not from South Africa, “Doc Shebeleza” is basically a downplayed version of “John” by Lil Wayne. Both songs are titled after respected artists, both songs lionize living the life of a rockstar and well, the energy of the song is very much the same. Undress your mind and play Lil Wayne’s “John”, ignore the lyrics and rap/sing “Doc Shebeleza” over it an all will be obvious.

“True heroism is remarkably sober, very undramatic, It is not the urge to surpass all others at whatever cost, but the urge to serve others at whatever cost”- Arthur Ashe

 


Loose Lips Sink Ships

I 1st published this post exactly a year ago. I’m republishing it as a tribute to Lemmy of Motorhead and how his music inspired and continues to inspire many… Looking back to see where I stand… Evolution… Evolution

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“Last summer we took threes across the board, but by fall we were a cover story now in stores”

You know how meeting someone who listens to and enjoys the same music as you feels like you’ve just met your long-lost brother or sister? that’s something I will never feel towards new Fall Out Boy fans. At least those that become fans because of their new music.

Evolution is a good thing for anyone and everyone and evolving for any artist should be a priority, unfortunately as the artist evolves, the listener wont always evolve with the artist or at least our taste for the art wont always evolve to be pleased by the artist once pleased by and with that, pulling the same note over and over inevitably bores the audience and that’s where taking risks comes in, it’s win or lose, both the artist and the fan simultaneously…

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Young Umlazi Girl In A Push-up Bra

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“When you start putting pen to paper, you see a side of your personal truth that doesn’t otherwise reveal itself in conversation or thought”

This is without a doubt one of my most favourite quotes by The Red Hot Chili Peppers frontman Anthony Kiedis.

I started “scribbling” to try and make sense of the world around me… I had so many questions I needed answered but with every attempt to answer these questions came a ton of other questions… The more I see the less I know… The older I get, the more mysterious the world gets.

In retrospect, my reasons for taking my scribbles online were selfish, I did it for myself, mostly because I just love scribbling… but if I scribbled and no one saw my scribbles, did I scribble at all? Haha, Next to my pure interest in writing I’ve always loved putting out ideas, sharing ideas, having my ideas challenged and so on… Little did I know, having an “online journal” would expose me to a reality I wouldn’t have been exposed to otherwise…

As my blogging habits developed I got to interact with some of the most interesting people I’ve ever came across… Getting to see some of their stories I became aware of how much of a reality mental illness is, and how so many of us may be living with one but don’t even know it… This being because of the stigma that mental illnesses come with, it’s easy for us to assume that we’re not part of the distorted panting society has made mental illness out to be… It’s so good to convince oneself that we’re not part of something so much of society frowns upon, something that one should be ashamed of…

 

There’s a lot that I don’t know

There’s a lot that I’m still learning

When I think I’m letting go

I find my body it’s still burning

And you hold me down

And you got me living in the past

Come on and pick me up

Somebody clear the wreckage from the blast…

 

Though awareness is important (Yes we all know that the 1st step to conquering anything is acknowledging it… and as a unite, there is no limit to what we can accomplish in helping each other as brothers and sisters)… Getting the word other there is important… We can only hope that the world opens it’s eyes and hearts to such realities, though whether the world comes around or not, an individual living with a mental illness has nothing to prove to anyone nor does one need acceptance to be… To survive… To conquer…

 

Yea I’m alive

But I don’t need a witness

To know that I survive

I’m not looking for forgiveness

Yea I just need light

I need light in the dark as I search for the resolution…

 

Song: Resolution by Jack’s Mannequin

Very nice song by the way…

 


The Devil’s Haircut

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Secondhand opinions… Nothing makes me want to drive my head at full force into the wall more than secondhand opinions… So many people think they’re the only people with access to the TV, re-conveying an opinion of someone they saw on TV almost word for word (with a sense of possession) as if it were their own… Sometimes I don’t know if they can tell if it’s really their own opinion or not. The media has us in a choke hold, we can’t think for ourself, anything and everything they say is the gospel cool and we want to be part of it…

 

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We’re everyday robots in control
Or in the process of being sold
Driving in adjacent cars
‘Til you press restart

Everyday robots just touch thumbs
Swimmin’ in lingo they become
Stricken in a status sea
One more vacancy

For everyday robots getting old
When our lips are cold
Lookin’ like standing stones
Out there on our own

Song: Everyday Robots by Damon Albarn