Thousand Words Campaign: 28

Last Knight’s Cologne

The last knight’s cologne,

Was last night’s cologne

The smell of Mr. Daniels number five

Permeating like garbage on a hot summer day

It intoxicates me and like an autumn leaf

I’ll fall all over again.

I’ll become whisky-ed away by him

And we’ll perform our favorite dance

The tango. Or maybe it looks more like breakdancing

When it is over that aroma turns our beautiful story

Into a Shakespearian tragedy.

Blood stained wallpaper looks like a Monet

This is the story of us.

Fragmented up close but a perfect picture far away.

Which one of us is to blame?

It has been six months, three weeks, and two days

Today he smells like Dolce & Gabbana

And he is no longer in love.

I crave the feelings of before.

I’ll wait for him because I know he’ll return

Like he always does

So I bring out two glasses to and wait for my love to return.

by AL

find your swank. think insane. be urbane.

Thousand Words Campaign: 27

Tomorrow

Tomorrow I said
I’ll do it tomorrow
I expect it to be there always
Like bone marrow

I didn’t do anything today
Because I was going to do it
Tomorrow

I didn’t tell her that I loved her
With yesterday being tomorrow
Today’s sun set with sorrow

I got paid and wanted to get laid
So I promise mom I’ll save
Tomorrow.

Now I have all the girls and glamour
But my friends are foes around hoes
So I’m at the bank trying to borrow.
Swore I was gonna save
Tomorrow.

My grandmother’s only wish is that I’d graduate
I am convinced that it’s in my blood to procrastinate
So I told her to have patience and wait
Until tomorrow

But now I’m lying awake, crying with hate,
Because I’m at her wake and I told her to wait
Until tomorrow.

I had a paper due but chose to kick it with the crew
Learning to stanky leg and to hit the booty dew
I’ll write it tomorrow

Today my computer crashed with homework amassed
There is no way to perfect my craft and my teacher had my ass
For lunch with her tea and crumpets and I’m crying like a trumpet
For an extension until tomorrow

I realized yesterday that tomorrow hasn’t arrived
And it has it’s own set of weeds that arise
Amongst our grassy knolls and rosy colored bowls
Never realizing that the milk went old because we
Were going to go to the grocery, tomorrow.

So tell her you love her with all your heart
And tell him that you’ve loved him from the start
Sit on your grandfather’s lap and let go a fart
And sing in the morning when your breath is tart

Dance in the rain and howl at the moon
Your day is better when it starts before noon
Fall in love then roll in its garden
Because her breasts will sag and you won’t harden

Tomorrow.

by Wally.Vega

Thousand Words Campaign: 26

Be Still My Soul.....Be Still

Feel so safe in my unseen world

My place I can breathe

And be feelbeen

Appreciate and sense my place

My soul fills up on the one true

My heart soars high fills with delight, can also feel me crash and burn

Hiding or surviving

At which turn life leads me

Intense successions

I’m feeling the intent

I’m feelin the inconsideration

Of humankind

Collectively mass consciously being

Human

Where’s humility gone

In small pockets building up

Looks whats in store

The groundbreakers

Earth shakers

Shapeshiftin and simple rhythms connected to multidimensional rifts and jisms

Flow through me my body like elastic

Wrapped around blissfully existin

No grief from me but whats that im givin

Feelin im not considered in this moment we participatin in

Coexistin on respect and consideration

Reciprocal livin

Expectations I keep myself paralyzed by

Why?

Tryin to flow in this nature I be in

Tryin not to expect too much to begin with

But to expect myself I reject

Constantly let down and tired of inconsiderate

Disolusional and dependant on direction

But I know that’s how God works

He only lays on us wat we can lift

I’m finding my step in the precious present

Actions speak louder than words

I wanna work with the unseen world

Let their messages flow through me

And onto the screen

Into your minds and beyond your dreams

Feelin the honey the buzzin of energy

Reminiscing im caught in confusion

My emotional rollercoaster ride

Sentimental moments in music meets me to

Spiritual lyrical messages you keep me playing

Talking to me through the music

Confirmin the translations of wat we felt

No more said

Its time to tread

In lightness in humility in reverence

Condiderin the simple things in life

And the present the ultimate gift

cant do no more than breathe and be

human livin in this fantasy the life like a stage

featuring me

Let go of my ego

Stay wit humility

Pass it on spread the word

Reciprocity

No more divisions made easy to conquer

In this here psychological war on earth

got the masses fearin

Alter egos on the stage

Puppeteers pullin the string

giants fightin over illusions

fear is fuellin their battle within

Paranoia and confusions

mythology is jus grinning

underworld over the top

manifestations of all prophets

But how do u know between the footsteps your taken

Tread lightly my dear

Know in every breath you take

Ancestral lines hold us to find the path in which you choose

Inside your soul if you listen you’ll feel with warm and honey feet

You’ll flow on in through the darkness to the truth

You’re right to be alive and good.

sooo it brings me here , where my arrow is aimed
I'm willing to fly in my mind my thoughts so entwined by the rhyme and the reason .
so many messages in music i thought i could contribute to the subliminal messages and tell ask the world to open their hearts , to humanity to love open you heart as big as the sky , cause fear cant exist where love abides, to become insyncronicity with your destiny and live life as free as can be at least in your mind . I had so many vivid dreams , one of a star beaming down on me , the light was so intense it felt like warm honey flowing down and it went through my heart and filled it with love. I dreamed this star was a being that I soon would meet , and eventually get together and lay down mad lyrics and beats. We would have ephinanies and consciously expand our visions our dreams and let it transfer into a journey of rhythms an awakening of the mind , an opening of the heart . Sex is taken over i know its creative force ,jus disappointed that it sold of in young minds like its not sacred anymore. I know sexy i sizzle in my skin , especially in when looking at the mirror within , especially looking in the eyes of a certain someone... when its a soulful connection and not a sexual extension of acceptance by the crowd , not going so far left field to be seen or heard .I dream a dream so flowing and free a world where we can co exist harmoniously a world where every human has a right to live in peace and equality a world where walls aren't stopping and blocking instead there's a harmony a serenity maybe the like the first level of heaven . I will keep my arrow fixed on his time cause i know he's real busy and its not yet the right time , when we work on the melody it will be because of the rhyme,and the reason should be clear for the sake of our generation to express and be free not held down by sexual distortion but liberate all our being in love and from the heart

mamabeanz

Thousand Words Campaign: 25

The Glory

The first day of the month brings the last of the life
The life that you dreamt for me that wonderful night
That wonderful night when my eyes took flight to soar high as a kite
High like the kite of expectations you filled with helium that would never deflate
That I would never debate, question. Or equate
Miss take your air from my lungs and replace
We don't breathe the same
I tried but there's not enough to expand my frame
Hope you can pay attention to my claim
You say its in my blood, how can I not be vein
Flowing with the current has always been a strain
Like it hurts my muscles when my mind dances like michael but you wish I was jermaine
Then I can't begin to vocalize how my heart bleeds on my sleeve, now that's a t.pain
And my life was so mundane that I went insane
So now you call me crazy because I'm showing my fangs
Stealing souls in the night by harnessing the darranged
Devouring the fat lady, listen to werewolf sang
And when success rises in the morning
I shall greet the elusive jezzabell with sweat pouring
And I will father the glory,
I've passed the test, ask maury

-Wally.Vega

Thousand Words Campaign: 24

Morning Window

A Winter Sparrow flits by my frosted window,

Skimming by yellow stained roofs.

Pacing up, then down, capturing my eye,

Skirting through on a coastal zephyr,

Only briefly in my view.

The wind dictating where she goes,

Ebbing and flowing, mimicking

The languid waves of the coast below.

The rolling rushes of whom my sight falls on next:

Crystal shimmerings on Neptune’s tides,

Reflections of the morning sunrise.

The glimmer smothered by first light’s haze

Suffocated by my lifeless enclave,

Withholding nature’s beauty in an artificial thrall.

My cocooned bower causing me to only see,

Shadowy illusions of a fleeting reality.

-Wattani

Thousand Words Campaign : 22

The Pelican ©

If I were a bird, I’d be just like you,
A fat pelican on a wharf, sweet talking tourists.
I love your panache (that wingspan! That glide!)
And your gluttony too (shameless bucket beak!)

No offence, but how’d that evolve, anyway -
Not enough space in your guts for your loot?
That’s my kind of bird, wear your greed with pride,
The sybarite of the sea, hand-fed hedonist.

But what I love best is your landing style
It’s clear you’re no egotist,
For you squander your aerial elegance,
Glory and grandeur in flight,

with big webbed feet, landing gear out front,
Like a Vaudeville comic, shudder, splashdown!
Unembarrassed, you spread your wings to dry,
and I learn from your ways, my cavalier friend.

-AlexandraTheGreat

Thousand Words Campaign : 19

Taxi Cab Confessions


I liked you.
In fact, I might of wifed you.
Like damn, I would have dyked you
And had you staying inside, like stripes do
When I leave for the summer, I would’ve skyped you
You had me feeling like diabetes, type 2
Had me weak like the third day of swine flu
Never thought you’d stoop that low, and then swine flew
I stuck my neck out, which is the easiest way to break
Because caring this much isn’t the easiest thing to fake
I feel like a vampire, expressing that my heart is at the stake
And if I kiss the sun my feelings will never graduate
So I’ll roam the underworld stealing souls to find mine
Until you stop running circles around me like serpentine
Honestly I’m not really itching to be your Valentine
But I am interested in soothing your fears, call me Sir Calamine
And given the circumstances, I’d rather take my time
Because love isn’t automatic, and I’m in four wheel drive
Moving mountains, but the bolder won’t slide
Your heart’s in a cave being tormented by the slaves
Shackled and chained, terrified that you’ll runaway
For the simple fact that they can’t let go of yesterday
Memories of how he set you free, then snatched the day
Shot out your sun, then passed away
Leave the widows near windows weeping like willows
Because this doesn’t happen much, outside of dreams on your pillow
Where a guy doesn’t pad his scratch like brillow
Who’s also worth the weight, like a kilo
But if you do not understand a word of this lingo
Just know that I think you’re the one, like a single.

-Wally.Vega

Merry Christmas

Its been about a year and at times you're still under my skin
I feel myself cringe when you take it on the chin
Because I care for you like my next of kin
And I know you're not used to seeing this side of me
AkA One of most cold hearted people arguably
And the omen says the apple doesn't fall far from the treeAnd he doesnt deserve to grow up like that, naturally
So I will accomodate our current circumstances quite passively
Because when we were us we faught quite actively
Which led to the axing of thee
On Christmas Eve.

But understand that I dont want you back
not because you annoy me like the women in the pink cadillacs
or because you handcuff and arrest my livelyhood Miss Cardiac
or because your baked potato is ordinary, in refence to the sack
but because you're THE DEVIL disguised as a homicidal maniac
and I know you're going to bust the windows out my car for exposing crap
But you and jasmine can go to hell, tell all your Lifetime watching friends I said that.

At the very least I can be civil for my son
When my father is just a criminal with a gunAnd what if death comes ,soon {{google Big Pun}}
And I never see the light of day with my son {{include the pun}}
History then repeats itself and we're back to square one
So I'll swallow my pride and be the rare one
And look up to the sky and ask HIM to spare oneHeart, two souls, and three wishes
For my future not to suffer because of my past physics
And I can't make up for lost time in one visit
But I won't forget the look on his face when he saw his father walk through the front door and say


"Merry Christmas."

-Wally Vega

Until next time...Find your swank. Think insane. Be urbane

And then there was creativity...

Fashion grabs @ my heart,
Music touches my soul,
And writing helps my blood flow.

The rhythm soothes my pain,
Krazy seams and things keeps my mind unchained,
With the pen unleashing my dreams untamed.

I'll miss a meal for the latest tie,
Tamper with the lastest Lupe quote and say its mine,
And paint portraits of love like DaVinci until my mind goes blind.


The only things more important: God & my sister,
Anything extra is regarded as a visitor,
Mediocrity is a charming woman there's no need in asissting her.


I thought that this would be a nice way to begin a fellowship of the cool. Allow me to introduce myself , Wally Vega. An artist with many a canvas. In this poem are things that are integral parts of my life who make me who I am. I appreciate all things creative,cool,and confident. I have a taste for high end material and raw substance. A person who can adapt to todays trends and still remain timeless is the person who will be successful, in whatever they aspire...whether it be fashion, music, OR blogging about both. Adapt and conquer is the name of the game. Believe me if Will Smith was still rapping(<---Click for Exhibit A), he'd be wrapping...boxes at Fed Ex. Use your talent as a catalyst as a tool to improve the world. Not everyone will be Mother Teresa or Dr. Martin Luther King, but the world always is ready for an epic movie or an inspiring song(<---Click Exibit B). Find your niche and dig a hole, so deep that people fall in and are forced to revel at how well your hole is crafted. And if you dig far enough, you may mine a diamond.Until next time...Keep it swanky!