Something; an Ode to Music

So, I have had this song on heavy rotation for the past couple of days again. This has to be one of my favorite songs ever. Surprisingly it isn't the original by the group who gave us "Eight Days A Week" or  "Elanor Rigby" ( The Beatles for you music ignorant folks); it is the cover done by Musiq (not Musiq Soulchild, he did this cover under the name Musiq, because he felt as it he wasn't music's soul child at that point and time). I really could listen to his music all day and other artists that fall within his style.
It's just something about about music that just speaks to my soul. It gives me peace within myself, I could make a playlist for every mood that I have ever felt. It's deeper than that, unlike these folks who say music is their life and their mp3 players and iPods only have Lil Wayne and Gucci Mane; you will find a range of music from The Beatles to Bob Marley to The Prodigy to Jay-Z, I don't limit myself on what I can and cannot listen to based on the color of my skin of the heritage of my family. I kind of live and breathe music. The melodies sweep me into a harmonic state, she has and will always be my first love. Sorry ladies.  This song I think exemplifies how much I love music.

Take a listen and hear what I feel. Lyrics listed below.

Something - Musiq

Something in the way she moves 
Attracts me like no other lover
Something in the way she moves me
I don't wanna leave here now
You know I believe in how

Somewhere in her smile she knows
That I don't need no other lover, no
SOMETHING IN HER STYLE THAT SHOWS ME
I don't wanna leave her now
You know I believe in how yeah

You're asking me will our love grow
I don't know, I don't know no, I don't know

You stick around and it may show
Cause I don't know, I don't know know know know...
ooooh, ooooh, ooooh...

Something in the way she knows
And all I have to do is think of her yeah
Something in the things she shows me
I don't wanna leave her now 
you know I believe in how yeah yeah

Listen something in the way she moves
Something in the way she moves me
Somewhere in her smile that she know
Something in her style that it shows me 
Something in the things that she shows me
Something

The Topic of the Day is Guns; Sub-Machine Ones.

At night I go outside quietly; I stand on my front steps and look up, up to the stars. It's a place that feels so close yet so far away. That's how I feel about happiness; so close within grasp but yet so far away. Then I think, with a clear head, I ponder upon things of the past present and future. I see the boy I was, the man I am, and the man I want to become. As my fingers dance with these keys at this desk so many things run through my mind; where do I start first, where do I end? I believe a clear mind is a happier mind, so I plan on making my mind happier each and every day.

The first thing that comes to mind is women, heh, what wasn't surprising. I want to narrow this subject down though to a singular though. So, there is this woman, in the past I would of said girl, but I have aged and seen that if I am a man then I need to associate my self with women, not girls. No words are able to explain what I have seen or found. She is just amazing in all words of the sense. I can talk to her about every and anything, from music to book to animes. She understands me in more ways than she may even understand, I think it's weird but in a good way. My guard slips slightly and I express myself, and it feels good. She has cast a shadow over my past, but no one knows what the future holds. Her mentality is something like addictive, her personality is more than captivating. Looking past her exterior and acquainting my self with her interior. I just smile. I had a recent conversation with her that was just [[speechless]]. It may not have started as such but that is how it ended. You know as a child when you seen a butterfly and you admire it from afar; She is like the delicate butterfly. You have to be cautious to approach because if you don't it will take to the air and  be one with the wind out of reach forever. That's what I'll call her, my beautiful butterfly. So I will approach with caution, so her environment will not be endangered. Listening to Pandora Radio with MusiqSoulchiild Station playing, the song Butterflies by the late great Micheal Jackson came on and brought a smile to my face. So I sat and listened.
Tis all.

K. Alexander signing out.

A mother like no other.

With all the recent things that happens in my life, there have been some people who have supported me through thick and thin. They have also, encouraged me to do better in all aspects of life. I am writing this blog for a certain woman who stands by me regardless through thick and thin and can help me see the good in things even when I can't. I haven't known her for the longest but I love her  like's she's been here since the day I first opened my eyes. Even when we go back in forth about me being a little boy, I always know she means well and I'll always be her angel and little boy.

Simply put this blog is just to say no matter what Kyle is here for you 24/7, it's not just when I need you, but when you need me too. I appreciate you more than you could ever fathom, even for the little words of encouragement you might send in a text or when you just send one to check up on me. I really do take it to heart whether I say anything about it or not. I guess you can say I'm a momma's boy but as long as you're the mommie I am proud to be your boy.

A boy's love for his mother.
I love you Ashlei


K.Alexander Signing out

o7. Downward Spiral.

I am not even sure how I should begin this post, or where to end it. I feel like everyday bits and pieces of my sanity slips away. Why  am I always on edge?  I’m at the point just speaking to me makes me angry, it’s like I can’t control it. Trying seems useless, I want  to just fall into abyss with a never ending supply of music and never see the light of the world again. Reading it after I type it, seems so wrong but, that’s how I want it, just away from the pains and thoughts of this world. When I used to wonder how it feels to be dead. Now I wonder why I stopped thinking about it.

“Gun blast think fast I think I’m hit

my girl pinched my hips to see if  I still exist

I think not, I’ll send a letter to my friends”

o6. LateNight

Just a thought, writer’s block but I fight through it. I can never seem to think straight(no pun intended). Heh, it’s wild, my mind keeps racing but no words leaving my fingertips onto the screen. Actually, I want to speak on something everyone else has spoke on.. subject one…

 

BET Awards 2009 (Michael Jackson Tribute)

On to that sorry excuse for a Tribute they gave the King of Pop last night. one and a half songs. I say a half because that shit that Ciara did was not a song it was terrible and she was not worthy of trying to tribute the King with her Wal-Mart vocal training. I waited the whole night to see Chris Brown sing and I never seen it. BET needs to get over themselves, what happened between him and Rihanna has nothing to do with him paying tribute to the man who is the reason we have Chris Brown today. What about Joe Jackson’s sorry ass with his mourning. You are promoting a RECORD LABEL when you SON just died. Damn shame. I do love Janet though, she came out and for the family( I refuse to think of Joe as part of the Jackson family) and represented. That’s enough of that though… on to subject two.

 

FAKES.

Why are we STILL stealing pictures from other folks like this is BlackPlanet in 2001 when one really had cams? Really though, if you get exposed what makes you think its a smart idea to come back to speak to the same people who exposed you to begin with? How fucking retarded can one person be. To you idiots who are exposed and refuse to believe it. Just move on with you life, buy a cam and keep it moving. You may not be pretty to everyone but there is one person in the world that may find you beautiful and love you for who you are. Why fucking lie, that makes us dislike you for being dishonest. This is not Master of Disguises. I swear I dislike people. Especially stupid dishonest ones. I don’t care if you look like Quasimodo… well I do but still I’ll treat you better if you own up to it and be a cool as person then pretend to be some sexy mother effer' and then the world finds out you are lying. Last but not least subject three..

 

IRAN/IRAQ?

Which ever it is where we have half of Twitter changing their pictures fighting for THIER democracy, granted it is our fault they are going through this shit.. but Amerika how about we get ourselves some democracy before we fight for other people. I mean you as the people on twitter the Amerikans on twitter saying lets do it for Iran/Iraq (I really don’t know which country it is, kinda don’t care), how about lets do it for our failing  country. We spent almost ten bloody years over there and what have we accomplished please let me know I want to know. We destroyed a country and their government trying to force upon them things we don’t even have ourselves. FUCKING IDIOTS. I can see why other countries don’t like us.

 

End.

-Mr. Alexander.

o5. Imprisoned.

I feel imprisoned within myself, my lack of expression is like torture. I feel like I am being dragged from one situation to another, yet I cannot pull free and become myself. Expression is my true freedom and without it, I am nothing. Locked beyond the mental blocks and fears of life. I take one step forward and five backwards. I feel the need to detach myself from all feelings and search for a personal enlightenment. I motivation to become something other than what society wants from I and I. Maybe, just maybe there will be a turn of tide.

I believe that every pleasant emotion is a pseudo-happiness, which is the basis of every human let down and disappointment. True happiness is rare. Dog eat dog world and most of the time we are on the underside of it and never realize it. Being oblivious is dangerous. Seeking for truth in my surroundings. Still it seems I am blinded.

Gone on hiatus until further notice.

-Mr. Alexander.

o4. Hmm.

So this hasn’t been updated in donkey years. I did actually have a plan to keep this updated at least weekly, that worked out well. DeVry gets worse as the weeks go by. Schooling in general isn’t what it used to be. I spend so much money for a class that is self taught. My professor sits in his seat and types in passwords for tests. It’s quite annoying.

Among other things, I need motivation to write [[Ace said I need Floetry in my life]]. What ever may be the case, something is needed. I can’t keep up with the thoughts that go through my brain. Too much is weighing on this mind of mine I believe, like when you fill a container to capacity and someone keeps trying to add to it.

Fuhk it.

I’m gone.

o3.

I guess I should update this blog and what not. I am not sure what to say, I need to call the Mazzoni center asap for get an info session and then for blood work. I am so much farther to my goal this year.

I've even seen things for what they are. Each day you learn something new. Funny how life throws shit at you and what not. Then when you are fed up it's wrong, fuck it. Do you homie.
Mr. Alexander is out.

oo6. [[Poetry]]

Two words are like forbidden fruit in Eden,
as each second passes the temptation grows stronger,
I wonder more is the prize is worth the risk.
Piercing through my body like wood engulfed by fire,
wanting to tear it apart leaving charred remains,
and yet it still fails to burn with a will of innocence.
As pure as a lamb brought to slaughter,
my heart wishes my mouth would vocalize,
pleading for two worlds,
to free my lost soul from despair.
Searching deeper into the abyss,
the burden is heavier
while the journey nears its end.
Farther I venture to the fruit,
the prize is within arm's reach but,
what if?

K.Alexander 3.14.09

o2.

I dislike how this country’s IQ is just getting lower and lower each and everyday. It bothers me.

I feel like leaving to an uncharted planet and just exploring the universe, it seems fun to drift off onto a new galaxy and just have fun. Maybe meet an alien or two. I am never the person, that you see now will I ever be the person you thought I was today. My shell sheds everyday. I am like an extra terrestrial. Wanna travel with me?

o1. Intro.

Well, I guess, this is blog number three. I am trying to keep up with them at least on a weekly basis.

 

Enough of that, well, everyone else that I know mostly has these new revelations and resolutions for the year of 2009. I don’t I guess, well revelations that is. I think it’s kind of frivolous personally. Like I said, it’s just written. Maybe I’ll get back in to poetry, I have no idea where this blog is heading but when I find out, I will be sure to say so.

This is my simple ass intro.