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Poem 001-- Ill Fate// RSD

Ill fate
Ill fate, men
seemingly the spawn of Satan
raptured, recreated in my imagination
fate stayed nightly and gave me pillow conversation
powered by my innovation
the monster that was my creation
Everything I thought I did, for the sake of fate's pleasure
turned out it was mutual masterbation.

Which fear would you stand up to, if you had to face one?
Ill fate, fate's illness coughing in my face, son.

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Recommended Song of the Day:
Brand New Jones-- Robin Thicke

We'll love again, We'll laugh again, and it's better off this way

Couple of things, people.

I'm still reeling, coming off a bad break up.
I'm still out of school, making money to go back.
Life's just all screwed up.

It's funny because I look back at my last post, which was darn near a year ago. Everything seemed like it was going for the better. It's funny how events take a turn for the worse when you least expect it.

The good news is, I'm on the road to recovery, and I think I actually am ready to start this blog. On a serious note.

My name is Calvin, and I have spent the last 20 years of live, believing that I was the most misunderstood person to ever crawl out of the womb.
My name is Calvin, and I used to do things I loved; like draw anime, dance, and write poetry.
My name is Calvin, and I went to college for one year and essentially dropped out due to no scholarship and low funds.

..My name is Calvin, and I refuse to feel sorry for myself any longer. It's time to start living life.

The only thing I can say I've been doing right from default, is being myself. With this blog, I will attempt to enlighten everyone else as to who I am, as a last ditch effort at trying to be understood.

My name is Calvin, and I have secret sources of inspiration.
I look around and see nothing but people who are doing for themselves, and moving forward. I feel like my life has been in slow motion since elementary school. Like I've just been floating by. I'm 20, and there is so much I haven't done. If not for my mother, I'd have gone insane a long time ago if I'm not already there.

But I have motivation now. Motivation to do for myself. I always thought that if I put others first, God would provide for me, being that I showed my brother love. I still believe in chivalry, but I think I need to start looking deep inside myself and doing some damage control. If I had to describe the inside of my mind, I'd have to say war-carnage. I have had so much disappointment thrown my way in the last few years, it's sickening. There's always someone worse off, but the point is, is that I'd fallen off the side of the rode.

Time to pick up the bike. Get back on. Start pedaling.

I'll solve this puzzle, problem by problem and be a better person for it in the end.
Everyone else is just a witness. I just need to be able to talk to myself, without thinking I'm crazy.

Absence

I suppose I've been absent for a while.
I don't know who constantly peeks in and out of this blog but
I think I will begin to start keeping up with it for real.

A lot of things have been happening, but my time is now open.
Not going back to college for a semester or two.. that was a bummer
but you know what.. life is like that sometimes. Niggas got money issues.

Upsides..
I'm bout to get this job at the National Harbor. It's beautiful there.
Got this relationship stuff on track.. that's always nice.

This is really just a note to myself.

-I'll start compiling my poetry here
-My art
-Keep up with music news
-Politics baby
-Try and keep this joint unique. Maybe I'll get some avid viewers.

Driftin' -3/28/08

The day is prolongued
You can find me idle
blankly staring off
surfing Ipanema sunsets
picknicking on pyramid points
dancing in cosmic showers
while playing dodgeball with asteroids
I am a friend of the indigo shine
with a dash of fire flare
It seems the sky never dies
no hallucinations of humdrum horizons
I see the dyslexia of dialated diamonds in my grasp
Luna and the Sun God both pareuse the sea up high
Who am I to interrupt such harmony
where infernos meet ebb and flow
the grace of the sight with me in tow
This dream caught me up in a rip tide
Don't wake me

Who I Be.

Truth be told..

I created this blogspot account almost a year ago.

And I'm just now getting around to using it.



The name is Cal, and I'm not actually conceited enough

to think that someone is actually reading this stuff--

but hey. It happens.



I'm a hopeless realist with romantic-type tendencies and ideals

long walks on the beach, pina coladas, looking at the sunset

yadda yadda yadda



Few facts that aren't already on the profile right--

I'm a renaissance man

I'm in college

I write poetry

and I've been a nigga for eighteen years.



By now you should know whether or not you're gonna bother yourself with reading my drawl.