soulful thoughts 1: The puppetry of modern music

hey guys! this is my last entry for a week or so. i thought id talk about something thats bothered me for a while now and that is, modern mainstream music. i didnt intend on writing a rant but i guess thats out the window now. ive never really been a mainstream kinda guy, never really listening to the radio as its always been garbage to me. fast forward to 2010-2011, the garbage has gotten worse. now it seems as if talent has taken a further back seat to sexuality. turning on any music television means being bombarded by horsed faced, lady boy whores who try to look hot by convulsing.... i mean dancing, looking like truck stop hookers. i wouldnt have a problem if they were hot but come on! lol. its made worse by two factors, number 1: they can hardly sing and 2 most of them dont write their own songs. take Rihanna and her 'song' california king bed for example. not only did she not write the song but its not even reminiscent of her style. dispite all these factors, their still referred to as artists . they are far from artists, more so a marketing ploy. another thing ive noticed is all this techno inspired bullshit. a computer rendered beat put to lyrics and vocals. even former big players in RnB such as: Usher, beyonce and others have conformed to this. a stand out in my mind is pitbull. the guy sucks balls but yet people adore him. hes lyrical genius includes lines like 


'I can see that you like to be sexy, sexy
I can see that you like that you nasty girl
I can see that you like to be sexy, sexy
I can see that you like that you nasty girlYou're one nasty girl'


i mean come on! this dickbag has no creative talent at all. hes just as generic as anyone else. all the rage with lyrics these days is talking about 'da clubs' and 'droppin it low' and 'look at me with my undeserved sense of accomplishment' what the fuck is going on? who really are the artists here? the douche bags who preform this junk? my vote goes to the people working the mixers. the fact that most anyone can walk into a studio with half assed lyrics and no vocal talent and can make a number one record is sick. music used to be about passion and talent, so what is it about now?

It was only a dream......

hey guys! im back with another poem. this ones called 'vivid dreams of the longing'. i wrote this one about the recent dreams ive been having. i shall post, in detail, what the dreams were about so stay tuned!


Vivid dreams of the longing

Sleep brings a new world, impossibilities disarmed by an optimistic mind, 

Hope engulfs reality, drowning out the bitterness of a saddend past.

Cross over into perilous desire, our hearts sing to a better tomorrow. 

a silent divide bridged. lifes oncoming hurricane destroys what's not to be, 

fantasy self implodes, i loose my grip on what i dream

Solaced mind now lay in ruin, your swept away by the violent tide. 

The melodies of your sweet siren song now set with the rising sun.

Soulful memories volume: 2

meaning within the words

For now, I want to skip a head to 2009. This year for me was one I feel Passed me by. Many days of lounging around uninspired but, some good came out of it. I reconnected with an old friend, not knowing how much of an impact shed have on my life. One week I was feeling really ill. I was in bed quite alot. With that free time and my trusty iPod, I spoke with her some more. She brought up a song called 'love me for me' and asked me to listen to it. Im not an rnb guy by any stretch but I listened anyway. As we continued to speak, she mentioned how much the song meant to her and how she related to it. She told me shed looked everywhere for the lyrics but couldn't find them. Knowing how much the song meant to her, I wrote the lyrics by hand, sick and all. Listen after listen, I finished the lyrics (bar two words) her gratitude was amazing. Still to this day I remember how pleased she was, let alone, all the lyrics to the song.... Lol

Soulful memories volume: 1

I thought id start with a memory from my last school year. it surely had its lows but, it did produce some standout moments for me. disclaimer: any names have not been included due to confidentiality purposes    

Her 

2008 was an emotionally draining year for me. I was flunking school and growing very depressed. Late that year, my class of 10D were given an assignment; to work with a grade two class from deer park north primary school, my old stomping yard, and create an original story. With the preparation finished, my class headed off to deer park north to work with out grade two partners. As we were leaving, I noticed 'her'. A friend and crush of mine, she was struggling with her heavy bag. One after another, my class mates would pass her by, without even a second glance as she dragged her bag across the floor. It saddened me. There was no way I'd pass her by. I gladly helped her by taking her bag from her. The walk to the primary school was great. We spoke to each other and joked, just like old times. For that short time, the stress of the year vanished. I didn't want anything in return for my kindness but, the smile she gave me made my heart race. Her memories of me may fade, but the image of her smile that day will stay with me

New segment!

hey everyone! Im adding a new segment to, soulful madness: a haunted mind! In this segment, I look back and share some of my favorite memories thus far. After all, a haunted mind has it's high points too. 

I can do anything i want..im just too busy

Ha an edited futurama line for a post title? you know this ones gonna be good... this one, i also just wrote. the meaning is more or less, chase your dreams and live the life you want and make the most of your time or you'll regret it. a meaning im sure we can all relate to in some way 

The ambiance of a failed life

The longing, the thirst for vindication of hope. Time changes seasons with every hour, the leaves of opportunity wither and die yet,
The pulse of faith sounds, clinging onto fragments of unanswered prayers, you daydream a different future. Your misguided fantasy casts it's shadow, success turns its back. Your sad reality is all you have. Forever growing stronger in a failed life's ambiance 

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i just wrote this one a few minutes ago. this piece is about the kind of false hope i feel 

when it comes to love and its effects

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I'm living in the dream that is your smile, moving to the beat of your heart, you are the air I breathe.
Reality storms, this dream is empty.
Immobilized by an unseen entity, love conquers me, refusing to let go.
reliving heartbreak, deja vu depicting agony. I fail at freedom, slowly fading as my heart turns to nothingness. The air I once breathed now toxic vapor, filling my lungs with discontent