SwaggerDap's This Charming Pic of The Day.......

My good folks at SwaggerDap and their pics of the day have been bringing smiles for a lil minute now.  Here is no different.  John from SwaggerDap also has this hilarious pic of him eating cereal.  Im dieing to put some words to that image....coming soon!

Powder Room.....

Ibe has done it again!!  This time he left the guys out and kept the ladies to himself.  The music is all Ibe.  I told him to send me the instrumental....think we're gonna turn this into a full song.  What do u think??


Powder Room from Ibe on Vimeo.

as seen on MrSoliman.blogspot

No Benches.....

photo by Briian Dargon

I could picture you now.  Standing there looking at the empty benches.  It strikes a cord, because this is our place.  You're so familiar with the sight of me being here before your eyes.  Must be a bitch alone with pride right now.  I tried to tell you 3 was a crowd.  But you know.....can't tell you nothing.  So I’ll show you.  Cause you know what empty benches mean.  I can no longer sit on these benches......no not in your heart.  The same feelings that have brought me to these benches are the same why I'm gone.

The pain from my heart daggers countless emotions into my brain.  The rational is.........fear of being lonely.  I shed a tear.  I know you don't know but I sat at these benches for hours before leaving for the final time.  I vast in the moments that you now visit. I know you wanna blame me, but how could you blame me?  You walk left in opposition to me, then say I aint walking right.  How is that?  Listen to yourself, say aloud shut the fuck up and then listen to me.  What we had is no more.  You thought that this was the only bench in the world and acted accordingly.  I received the worst out of the situation and acted accordingly.  Google the world's best parks if you're trying to find me.  I'm on a great walk.....and I'm sure I’ll find the right bench to sit on when I get too tired to continue.  Until then.....fuck sitting down on a dam bench.

City Lights....

 photo by Briian Dargon

I walk these streets coasting to my own tune. I lead my own horn section. My brass is outdated. My shoes don't shine. But I light up this here city. It is my tune that enables your vision tonight. You don't walk to the beat from a speaker. You walk to the sounds of me. I light this city tonight! Now you like this city tonight. You say there's no place like NY....like my sound has boundary. Tell me where does talent live? What's the address on creativity? I'm a Taurus you know my name. Birds don't chirp ova here, they listen. You should do the same.

No home for The Bacon....

photo by Briian Dargon

Rough life what you know about it.  Because u walk by it.  Cause you sit on the train and watch it as it passes you.  Oh you gave so you know now.  Before you say yes, I'm gonna tell you no now.  My life's belongings are in the same bags you throw your trash in.  Help me believe shit is worth it.  I wear skullies n jackets in the summer time.  Hopefully ill pass out.  Call that buying time, but I spent the nickels you gave already.  See how time gets back what you gave already.  So don't ever think you know my life.  Yea you giving and they taking.  America the beautiful......but no home for the bacon.

FRESH....

photo by Briian Dargon

Fresh...niggas can't stop me I'm fresh.  Look at my dress.  And if there's a woman with me, then nigga look at her dress.  We come to impress.  Don't say a word, but let me suggest.  We are the best.  There was no contest.  We payed the refs.  Dressed them in fresh.  So they play correct.  All in the name and honor of FRESH!

Plenum...

 photo by blakcars

Fun.....I laugh at you. You share the funny with me. Mirrored actions keep me at bay. I more than enjoy this shit. Moments are only moments, yet I feel this to the core. I don't even know what tomorrow brings. I don't even care what tomorrow brings. Today everyday is fine with me. You think you fine with me? Yet. You think you cool with me? You think you know me? You think you like the way we talk? The way we dance? You like that groove? Let's repeat that tune. Hold hands. Kiss with closed eyes and let that moment take that vision. Eat on soft floors. Talk no more. Make sure there are locked doors. Release from fabrics. Tilt that air. Let me join you. Let me in you as you. For that time I am no more. Who are you but we in this moment? Who am I but we in this time? Who cares what to call what has now become. Plenum.

2nd Floor....a film by Ibe

Ibe is just a creative monster. Im just glad its is more "Where the Wild Things Are" than "Nightmare on Elm Street".

During a hardworking day of helping Ibe move, we found time to create. There's always time to CREATE!

2nd Floor from Ibe on Vimeo.

The Moment......smh

Growing up through life without a blueprint except for The Blueprint 1, 2, and now 3 aint easy.  I second guess lessons like I aint write the lesson plans for it.  I just be looking for a guarantee in an indefinite world.  And plus those aint my blueprints anyway.  My brother last name Carter...not mine.  So yes this is my admittance to not knowing it all.  No I didn't trip you, but I still didn't prevent the fall.  We spoke recently about it.  You said your leg don't hurt but your heart do.  I don't feel worthy of a man to stand next to you.  I think back to laying next to you.  Looking in your eyes.  Taking in that feeling and you know what I'm talking about.  Deeper than being on top of you. Or on the side of you.  And yes deeper than being in back of you.  I felt it while you was upstairs and I was in the courtyard.  You had a different view so I just picked one of the many Rs and imagined it was yours.

Recent days feel like ages ago since these current events.  Wondering how I'm gonna face you cross my mind but shit I don't even know if you wanna see me.  Part of me wishes this was TV, at least ill have a week till the next episode.  But without asking I know thursdays are now on hold.  Or shit...cancelled forever for all I know.  All I know is that I never meant for any of this to happen.  I was just following true emotions.  Never thinking that I would fuck up the moment.

Nothing to Say........

Silence.....there's nothing I can say to you now. Regardless of feelings. And honestly no disrespect to yours, although in opposition to mine. And please don't flip my words and try and make em negative. I aint the bad guy. I should just "lol" after statements to make it all good. I really don't want to say anything. I'm not a fan of drama. Let me just do what I have to do to get some space in this situation. Just a lil space for me and I'm out this bitch. If I was suppose to stay I would be but bitch......

See now I'm mad. Forgive the word bitch, the feelings are real. Paint your picture, they're your brushes, but fuck your picture. That's how you picture me? That shit aint real. Color me red? Shrink my heart? I should of been heartless. Then you paint a dog's head on top of my shoulders. Is that my reward for being with a bitch? And what type of scenery is that? So dark. You aint seen a dark day with me outside of a storm. Is it my fault we can't communicate anymore......Fuck anymore? That was from the first night. Don't tell me I'm obsessed, listen I'm familiar. You the one been here 20-sumthing years acting brand new.


I told you, but you only hear what you wish I say. I aint never really like your choice of words anyway. But you smiled when you seen me. I seen the goodness of a soul for another.....and that other was me. It was a selfless attraction to me and I reciprocated the emotions. I'm more mirror than animal, but that aint what's spoken about me these days. You speak ill thoughts of me into the universe and expect the world to recreate your prince charming. That nigga is still the same whoever and where ever he/she may be. I've been the same being who u saw a glimpse of escape in. You wanted weeklies and dailies, and I was barely a few monthlies with the right travels. The right travels, not your travels. And not even mine. If there's one thing I hope you get out of this, its shit just is. You can't shine it, nor make it smell good. And just because it came out of you does not make it acceptable with me. That's your shit. I try to keep my shit in the toilet.....u do the same. Here's some air.........freshener