This 1's For You.

Jay Dee - 'This One's For You' - Thank You Dilla, Act Too


Yesterday, I decided to apply at some stores I haven't been to in a while and got a good word in! That made my day infinitely brighter despite the light showers.

I decided to write a poem when I was rudely awakened by the wind. Instead of throwing a "hissy" fit (lol who made up that silly word!), i decided to channel that creative energy and share with you my tribute to Linka's element from Captain Planet!

"Worldwide Win(d)ner"

'i'm not
going where the wind blows..

i'm

floating where the wind rarely resides,
the wind prefers to prance among autumn leaves and oak trees
but i'm keeping my hat on and staying warm inside

i think the wind
likes to sin.

it likes to play tricks on me,
haunting me with eerie sounds that astound my anxiety and
blasting apartment walls with pseudo ghost-calls of related -type trickery,
the wind,
in confliction with a vulnerable notebook of my calculus-3 lectures and
post-its and bouts with my umbrella where shouts of
frustration can usually be heard,
the wind,
wins.

but wind, why do you persist to be a friend?

wind,
you push the sails despite frail attempts of the deep blue sea's waters to
plunge and drown me into non-human friendly territory far below,
you restore my cool head and prevent me from
passing out, dead on a charring summertime afternoon with
a voluptuously steady breeze that doesn't send chills to my knees but,
sets my entire skeleton at ease.
wind,
you're my kin, chillin like when i've departed from
a long, steamy day at work and
my only perk was to march out the office doors to
finally agree in accord with something that makes sense
but may not make a dime let alone a few cents.

wind,

you make life beautiful.

would van Gogh still have his legacy
if his starry night lacked stars shimmering bright by gusts of air rolling the clouds, your prime specialty?
would sky diving be the same
or would it possibly feel lame,
just free fall sans adrenaline, without streams of atmosphere
passing through my entire soul while i see birds not in the sky,
but far below, drained of any desire of flight and
the random delight of 'going wherever the wind takes me'
how else would my girl shine divine
without you projecting the
timelessly captured and endlessly raptured image of
a beautiful model with air flowing through her hair that
cosmopolitan, Vidal Sasoon and a limitless number of beauty campaigns of falsified beauty that, in its most natural state, with you, is its most breathtaking?
how would i find significance in the intimate,
would cinema scenes of long gazes in windy climates still retain that sacred, private moment?

wind, you're the best,
not just
some 'slow hot wind' as Sergio Mendes puts it,
but more like a swift, cool zephyr that i would never think about replacing.
wind,
in a time where many things get thrown out the window,
i'd have to say you're in.'


Alfred,
listenin to loops
on the Loop


"..if you believe there's some1 who walks thru life w/ u,
you'll never be alone.."