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That’s You

the Creative Director — Thu, 13 Aug 2009 10:19:26 +0000

12.16.2008
That’s You

Your essence, your presence
Like a bouquet of flowers
Blown into the wind
That somehow comes back together again in your essence
That’s you
All the colors from your brown eyes to the sky blue
To the beating of heart
Immeasurably synced until we can’t tell them apart
That’s you
To the point where I wake up with a smile on my face
My mind on your waist, each minute not with you becomes a waste
That’s you
Your sigh is like the wind in my ear
You near, you’re everything, my every thought, you know my every fear
But my greatest strengh?
That’s you
And in the pandemonium of the daze
That besets my mental with all of its craze
Is nothing compared to the peace I feel when I’m talking to you
At a loss for words
Because our chemistry goes beyond your curves
Beyond thought, mind blowing me first
Before anything physical is birthed
Before anything could be said
You defined the very meaning of happiness
Just by being you

-GeniusSoul

Soul Theater

the Creative Director — Thu, 13 Aug 2009 10:18:02 +0000

Soul Theater

Welcome to the stage
The rage, that jumps off the page
Engaged, the words, the word play
Displayed, say welcome to the stage
This Life the Days
They fly by, we play
Like life is a game
Like cirque de soleil
We pull on our daily selves
Not truly living
Not really forgiving
But trying to be slipping
Just to get by, the lies
We rot inside, so we
Try…
But don’t realize
Deep in our brown eyes
There is a soul
In the essence of my mind
Lying dormant like black coal
The spirit of Black soul
You know we got to go
You know we got to rise up
And try ta(to)
Explore the depths of our fermented, fragmented and forgotten desires
Express our dreams, can you see us getting higher
Stoking the fires of our failure’s funeral pyres
The real rap is, people have forgotten how to laugh
Kids want to grow up too fast
Is it to much ask when I say
Take the time to live

Because if life was a stage
You’d feel the rage, as the real you jumps off the page
To say, this is the real me I won’t let myself display
Its your life, your play
So welcome to the stage

-GeniusSoul

Feeling…

the Creative Director — Thu, 13 Aug 2009 10:16:01 +0000

It is ok to say I feel weak
It is ok to say I feel alone
Like the reverbed echo of the dial tone in my mind
Because I listen, but it feels like there is no one on the other line
And it feels like things won’t be fine
Because my world is upside down and diluted, polluted and I am so lost this time
I can’t tell up from left and in my coat I freeze, and in the winter I burn and the stars pour out their tears as I fall into the sun on every turn
I feel the cold stay of saturated stillness
No still small voice, no spirit to guide my choice, just my tears not moist but dust into the twilight stillness like a lost little boy
So I call myself not a man, but confused
Because I choose to become
And in my choice, I dislike the outcome
So into the sun to begin again
Oh yes I’ve begun
I journey away from famililiar unable to stand where I am
And truly not knowing where I’m going
So yes, its ok to say you feel weak
It is ok to say you feel alone
It is ok to feel like your head is filled with voices and choices
Because sometimes not even in your head can you feel at home
Why can’t I feel at home, at home? The very thought of leaving makes me feel sick
But the thought of staying makes me moan
Growing up is so trying
I see why teens are suicidal
This is the darkside of getting the dreams of your ten year old state of staying up past ten and not doing what mom says
On second thought I’ll take the upside down world and the winter burn
I can’t stand always doing what “mom” says

Passion

the Creative Director — Thu, 13 Aug 2009 10:14:21 +0000

Passion

I am your bloody glove laying on the ground after you’ve won
I am your resolve,your sweat in the cold wintry sun
I am your sense of life, your sleepless nights
Your wordless fights, your empty crowd for your cordless mics
I am the blood that pours
I am the one who works while others snore
I am the death of simply being comfortable with being procrastination’s whore
I feel the fire and deign to exploit it as your desire burns at your core
I am your sweet success, your bitter pain
I am the one who trumps, and flips and falls and my name
Resides in the annals of records
Those who fully embrace me are as few as lepers
So many seek to reap the full harvest of pain and effort
I am a kleptomaniac
I will steal your shine
Outwork your work, make your dreams mine
And fulfill your dreams in half the time
I am your power, the architect of your life
I am your lonely night’s silent wife
I am the bloody trek from trying to being
So let me be your guiding light
I am your mind’s drive to fight
I am passion, your desire to be more than you are
I am ageless
And in your greatest desire
If you want it bad enough
You can know you are never alone

Joshua Bull

Live

the Creative Director — Wed, 12 Aug 2009 23:19:59 +0000

As long as we’re living there will always be somebody who’s purpose is to inspire you out of your cycle of lifeless living. I am that somebody. Tactless smiles in your everyday routines, not shaken alive by your pain or the consistent nature of your state of being, you become numb to the reality of your mediocrity. You decide to settle for being a little less than nobodies, content with your corner of the universe. A useless island, weak, solitary and drifting in an ocean of desires, dreams and opportunity. So afraid to swim, looking at the swirling wonder of unkown called the future. Taking the easiest path, afraid to even put your foot in. Weak. Pathetic. Drifting covering your useless fears in expensive aesthetics. Where’s your drive, your will to do more than just survive, and ride the waves where lands the tide. Where is your passion to lift out of the misery of everyday sanity chasing and fly. Where’s your passion?