for your life

it will not fade between the lines of your ferocity
none of this jousting tires my pursuit.
there is but your heel, pacing forward
blistering past the cracks in concrete
steadily supported and comfortable
though you strike surface with
forces of progress.
they feel your prints in japan
curious of such sweet tides
scattering the beach, ribbons of moon
a pattern of patience you overcame long ago

a culture of fear
bubbles up from
the american pie
it is done

shadows of ourselves dance between
screens
silver and silk melodies i hear calling
between tambourine
drum beats of Gaya

arise roots of peace
placing a requiem
upon sun splitting beach
a day is gone
we beneath waves of dreams

Like U Didn't Know

Amigos Nuevos

Fortune! this morning, my heart sunny feeling, included nu tags on my spectrum. Answer to my cares. need equating want, the heart stares some oft fan on snare, a horn once confessed there. ancient crescendo of air. diffuse it even if we aren't here in person. the sudden need for song. to commemorate allthanks unto moments plasmic expanding crystal caves of laughter. paint my insides with a bridge thru time. it will rhyme with those times you felt closest to hopes of dopeness. Author scribes; we are ink strokes. Alotted lines of prose as artists. Our movements lettering the conscious with slathered statements of our soul's protection. The possession of its medium only atmosphere enough to sea. st.augustine my wayright journey to be ...

they will ridicule you and praise you breathless if you let them tide your progress
stand united.
make afroalatin house beats that sample jungle, the pulsing rumble of thunder, waves of dreams.

friday:4 hour therapeutic exercise lab, pubix sub + chips and a drink $4.99, orthopaedics test, and re-take modalities practical exam ... I studied bio mechanics for about an hour.

frinight: p*hatties for the polar bear plunge kickoff. USA was soopa thick with admittedly redneck students and a few less than obvious "i don't want to dance with you" moves... I hit the floor on a mj mix, the best 3 dance blends of the night.

saturday i photgraphed an educational hip hop symposium @ the MOCA Jacksonville - Museam Of Contemporary Arts. 2 of my new buds are visual artists and they asked me to photograph a live composition on stage. The dj dropped jewels from the golden era and siblings Grace and Leo Bio rocked thin wood mediums. in the style of hip hop, Leo took a detour, bubbling letters with a paint brush. Grace created a cityscape sun set with a b-boy and girl.

(Photos coming soon)

Grace went to her day gig that afternoon. Leo and I got pizza. Back @ the mansion Dorian was putting the finishing touches on a new piece of production. The beat had me trading verses with its creator... It evolved to some other beats being played and some percussive addition from me on Dorian's drum set. I'm not a player but can keep time standing next to a snare and splash cymbal. Dorian put us on to this new record he picked up: Waves of Dreams by, Sonny Fortune. All three of us completely flipped out! Free jazz with all the players + a synthesizer. SpA Cy!

Dorian left for a playing gig. Leo shared Herbie Hancock's Crossings

Leo and I picked up Grace. Soon after arriving back at the house, the 3 of us took a walk downtown. The cold cresting two weeks ago as winter warms its chords for the coming spring. We talked about spirits and the history of that ancient Spanish colonial city. Paranormal activity thick as the morning's fog remained invisible yet, nebulous.

We got coffee and hit the Tasting Room to check Dorian playing congas in a latin jazz set for diners, winos in diamonds, and retired hipsters in their 60s. We sat in a vacant couch next to the playing area. Dorian handed out percussion instruments. I played the Wood Guiro, Grace shakers, and Leo Shekere. We lured them to dance.

The Evening finale was Stogies for a St.Augustine jazz cool down. Hard Pear Cider.

Dope.

dilemma

so, a few days a go I thought about my dreams. I wondered who of all the sistas out there I am attracted to/like would surface in the land of subconscious. I don't dream about being with women often. most of my dreams are about me in different places interacting with people or in sometimes odd situations that are usually sexually absent. So, on monday I asked my higher self - who is it that lives in my subconscious b/c clearly, I have too many options in the flesh and I don't have one flippin idea who might think of me in that way foreal foreal. Well, this early morning I had a dream. The dream. Funny, b/c it wasn't who I expected but, surely a sista I could imagine (dream) about being with. Now wide awake, (blood vessels too), I write this short blog asking: is it okay to dream about a sista who has a BF? She is happily taken and I'm happy for her. She's also very far away which is why I didn't pursue her in the past...

distance, a common theme with the sistas whom I fancy. I wonder if I should do anything about the dream...probably wont. it is just neural firings in my brain - but, i will say i think I'm really narrowing down 'my type.'


my morning bliss is good. y'all stay close in all that snow coming your way! delano signing off for breakfast and school. peace!

kwest for 2011

he flew collaborators to hawaii
for a revival of style recording retreat.
under a strict vail, red-eye work ethic, and
compliance with a 'no hipster hats' rule, the maestro
assembled a lineup for his latest
dark twisted fantasy well shielded from the
flashbulbs each contributor was accustomed.

the creative experiment remained un-tweeted about until the rue was ready...

then like waves of aftershocking bass,
kanye released the mixed and matured offspring of the commune
as a series of "Good Friday" tracks, each siphoning listeners into a spiral of 2010 boom-bap
laced with blue-black emo and an assortment of mariner's linked gold chain bling*

he was back and better.

I sat ready to regurgitate listening to the first 5 verses of So Appalled.
Then RZA materializes at the end of the track to exclaim just how
, "fucking ridiculous" a world star's life is.

I actually thought I'd matured past the addictive scent of a new red corvette
till I tried a full cigarillo of loud speaker yeezy, fresh on a friday.
all i could do was hope it wasn't a gateway to something more likely to induce
bobby brown jaw/


oh and by the way, "they shot the nose off the sphinx..."

the night is on my mind (son will still shine)

yo! BigD raps! i successfully recorded my first theatrical rap yesterday with Brotha Son-Christopher and Shawn Kimani! tucked away in a West End studio, we conjured up the beginnings of a jammin song about "not [just] dreaming about getting paid." it had been awhile since being in a room with fresh production, other creative souls, and a working mic. i was stage ready- soon after scribbling a verse and offering a take on the hook Son-Chris composed. This is such a huge stepping stone for me... my first dramatic rap verse with a poetic undertone - comes just as i prepare for my third trimester in Physical Therapy School.

Whew! Soon I'll be back in my apartment in St.Augustine - working towards my future...

PT by day, spirit dancing, poet by nite. If ur lucky you might hear me rap a verse- but don't think I'm gunning for the red carpet...i've got other plans for my orbit*

another recurrent theme this break was my lack of cuddling. Ah well, a few great hugs from friends and some kisses from my home girl mary and I'm good to go! Well, at least excited about what the new year will bring. Continuance is my word of inspiration! I feel very wide eyed being back in atlanta this break. so many faces to admire...yet, those far away seem to stimulate my fantasies of happiness. Sure ATL has PLENTY of fantastic slum beautifuls; my work in college exposed me to all types of 'ice cream.' distance does play a role in how much I'm able to consider a relationship. i wanna be where you are.

this year is about learning more of my craft in order to travel, get my butt out the house, see new cities and people...to reconnect with old friends and to write new songs...
stay tuned, thanks for 2010 - we're surely close to finding forever! :c)

'when you're done with that...clap"

today i conducted honor council nominations for the fist term class @ USA! It was another opportunity to play my position as I strive for more. I gave an introduction, encouraging them to endure through december... i reinforced what the honor council does and accepted their class nominations along side four other members of the Council. It was a regal opportunity. I thanked the class for participating and in return, they clapped for me!

I received a complement from a senior member of the HC for my performance... just days after i missed a meeting - @ my apt. studying anatomy and there in my student email inbox: HC MEETING TOMORROW 12noon. It was 12:40 last Monday.

And, now for the break: happy harvest! :c)