Just a thought...

Love is like the platonic adjoining of the sea against a beaches' shorelines.
One day you are at the highest elavation of your affection;
The tide is in and the waters are relatively calm
You may even hear divine voices if you listen closely.
But eventually the quiet before the storm manifests through crashing waves and white washed walls.
Tumbling down and pulling back...
Away from the shores and back into the abysmal emptiness of the oceans unknown, simultaneously erasing all exsisting evidence of a previous love;
Just as the tide erases previous footprints.
It may take one... two... or even three passes to smooth out the rough edges of the pasts indentations but eventually, you will be able to love yet again,
and new footprints will inevitably emerge
replacing older, less significant memories.

Atiwi Saka

Pics of NY, NY via helicopter ride.

I've got more and will update when I find them deep within the labyrinth of a Terabyte hard drive FML.

I had loads of fun that night. ahhh memories =) This is something I can do again and again, what an adrenaline rush! Up next:

Skydiving! O___O mommy! *sucks thumb*

Pencil & Charcoal

Just some random, quick drawings I have done courtesy of boredom. Somebody needs a wife lol. Check it out... You can also click each picture if you want to see a larger version of it. =)

Possible tattoo?

Batman / Scarecrow

Random dude from Art class

This came out of my head...

A pic of my aunt

Siamese Fighting Fish (supposed to be red and blue but since I suck at colors its just plain old pencil and charcoal).

Close up of the same pic.

Eve?? Pardon the snake's head my imagination went blank lol

Random pic. I miss those huge hoop earrings lol

Did this in the park...

Rrrrrrrr....

Wolf

Looks like Claudine.

As you can see... I was a little obsessed lol

Voting (face palm)

So does your vote really count? I mean... #Cmonson (bad habit)

Most everyone knows about the rules of voting now-a-days, and the political jargon and positions imposed by the ever changing United States Constitution: national/nationwide vote, majority vote, popularity vote, the intricacies of electoral votes etc. Yet people still seem to favor some sort of conspiratorial theme when things just doesn't turn out their way. Case and point, George W. Bush's run in office. Although he did not win the "national" popularity vote, he did manage to appeal to the majority of the electoral voters; a legit victory according the rules imposed by government. Since states may or may not require their electors to vote with the popular majority, it is obvious as to where the power of the final decision lies. Don't get me wrong, I believe that everyone should vote (minorities especially), but just don't put all of your eggs in one basket. The national, popularity vote is basically a census, an opinionated, educational guess, and perhaps adds a degree of influence on the electoral. Many minorities (particularly blacks), have stepped their voting games up and are in fact, meeting the demographic of whites in terms of percentages of votes. However, if minorities wish to truly advance then greater participation and involvement in political affairs is necessary. More blacks in congress, in the Senate and the House is the key. In my opinion... but then again, I'm also in favor of more... persuasive, military tact such as the likes of the late Malcolm X. *Raises fist* I'm just tired of hearing everyone's account of whats morally right and justifiable when it comes to voting O__o just...

Do You.

VOTE here

Atiwi Saka

I'm Saved

My love...

Manifested through her thickness of which I have created

Close encounters of heated palpitations

As she rides to my lyrics heartbeat

Galaxy deep in her oasis

I'm saved...

Yet as my paradigm changes and we sway

Tribulations are like obstacles I hurdle to evade

But ironically she concaves when I ride her milky way

All time seems to cease...

The earth spins the other way

She's my immortality in this wretched love brigade

Go deep baby...

Faced down, now I'm in field goal range

I can feel your pain so let me taste your wave

and implant my footprints in your sand

and forever in your heart.

They Tryna Kill Us

Description:

24-year-old, DeAndre Brunson, who was shot and killed by the LA County Sheriffs'. Deputies had responded to a domestic disturbance call where Deandre Brunston lived. Afraid for his life, Deandre, who was unarmed, jumped out of a second-story window and fled on foot. The deputies cornered him nearby and threatened to release a police K9 on him. Afraid of the police pointing guns at him and the vicious dog attacking him, DeAndre told the police that he had a gun and would shoot the dog if it came to attack him. When the police finally released the dog on DeAndre, he tossed what appeared to be a slipper. Before police could identify that DeAndre was unarmed or allowed the K9 to take DeAndre down, a few trigger happy cops started firing at DeAndre. DeAndre had been shot a total of 22 times, and over 80 rounds of ammunition had been discharged from three police guns.

Can't Be Undone

Surrealism imprisoned fucking the court system

To go from corruption and criticism to positive thinking

Tribulations and venom holding my pen up

Embellished with thermal vision relevant freedom

I bust...

This wolfs avatar cuz I'm a predator

Until I return to the dust, my bones rust

And turn to dust on this page but I'm immortalized

This is my stage...

My prescription to get away from the games

Unknown to the fame it can't be undone

Where have all the souls gone wrong?

A worse case scenario a mystic pharaoh in Babylon

Tainted with the blood of a sparrow in Avalon

Black apparel...

Follow my gallery of blasphemy in shadows

National anthems for eargasms...

It can't be undone.

Sometimes, I wish that I could...

Turn back the hands of Time, regretting lies of the past

Illuminati grasp, educated minds vast

Journey through time travels masts

The captain of this ship, surpass in all your greatest efforts

I amass...

Greater knowledge of Da Vinci code marvels

Cool like carvels you star struck pardon me God

Eclipsed through the fog, intimately involved

With hip hop's resolve, a mental orbit revolved

To dissolve hallucinations in the jungle

I'm your oasis...

As you read my script; a page turner

Public motivational speaker or journalist

Or maybe a greater contributor through Hell's furnace

Just searching for a better predicament

But they're knocking on my door; the witnesses aint getting shit!

Leave them pamphlets on the floor I wipe my ass with it

Where have all the souls gone wrong?

Blatantly shines through this poem

Soldiers fallen but the war isn't won...

There's still a battle in my head like murder, like redrum

born in the slums

It can't be undone.

Yesterday, I took a trip down to memory lane

To the block of my childhood days...

Scared to death to enter through my name

The center for all my pain but, contradictory to the source

Of my prodigal name partly insane

To walk the streets of Saint John's place

Where shots rang and your heart race

Decipher where it came from in the darkness

Corner store where I'm rocking some hot shit

While drug money whips circle the block for days

Graffiti on the church, blood stained graves

Gum merged with cement planes

Through hard times sufficed with silence

A single bullet in my revolver

I click twice...

To throw dice in the alleyways in a city where it's always night

It's just the story of my life, to say that's where I come from

The sun will always shine tomorrow

But it can't be undone.

One

Aatif Shakur