MUSIC INDUSTRY COMMUNITY (M.I.C.)

Gratitude eludes a greedy man's soul so no matter how much one obtains or achieves they'll never be released from misery's hold, less is more when ur traveling down an enlightened mans road, so its important to sit still when life seems to deliver earth shattering blows, a young man speaks through a collection of ancient civilized souls, so its automatic when I'm jotting down inspirational quotes.....

Sometimes in winning you lose everything sumtimes in losing everything u gain urself

sumtimes its been over a long time ago and everyone around u knows except u

sumtimes u have to surrender in order to win

Note to "King": Remember this? We are pass this now and on solid ground!  

I wrote this piece a while back and posted it on my blog...

Communication. Communication. Communication. So integral in relationships whether they are blossoming or have stood the test of time. I'll be the first to admit that I am both strong and sometimes fail at communicating - but I don't mind learning and trying something different. This next piece is a definite result of trying something different. I wrote it and shared it with the person that my feelings were directed at... and wow talk about a cup overflowing with a river of good vibes. Enjoy!

He Don't Understand.

Really he doesn?t.

How it?s hard to.

Put one?s vulnerability on the line.

When I sacrifice time.

My son and mine?s.

No he doesn?t understand.

How I appreciate what we share.

Yes it?s divine.

If I could give 100% and then some.

I would.

I try.

And I do.

No he doesn?t? understand.

I?m often the target of Baby Daddy attacks.

I work my 9-5 plus nine.

I give and get some time.

When its given.

I choose selectively

When I get it.

I take it.

And it?s usually the best damn.

Two minute vacation.

No he doesn?t understand.

That I really do appreciate.

The new friendship.

The sharing.

The giving.

The listening.

The laughter.

And the sound of creativity.

Friendship.

Sharing.

Giving.

Listening.

Laughter.

The sound of creativity.

This is the beautiful sum of all my negativity?

Then, yeah, the King will understand?

the Queen is just having one of her moments.

Copyright 2009

C. Thomas a.k.a. brownsugatou

"The cause of all our personal problems and nearly all the problems of the world can be summed up in a single sentence:

Human life is very deep, and our modern dominant lifestyle is not."

-Bo Lozoff

DEDICATED TO ALL  SINGERS AND ASPIRING SINGERS ALL OVER THE WORLD

GOD,I THAT HAVE TRIED TO FOLLOW YOUR  LAWS,

I HUMBLY ASK  AND IMPLORE

GIVE ME BLISTERS UNDER MY FEET,

GIVE ME CALLOUSES ON MY HANDS AND KNEES,

GIVE ME WRINKLES ON MY FOREHEAD AND TAKE MY BLING,

BUT  GOD LEAVE ME VOICE IM MY THROAT,

BECAUSE I WILL  DIE IF I CAN'T SING.

Words cannot capture

what pictures speak

vividly I see

in the midst

of me

I know not

what I write

but it feels

right

letters dancing together

in paper parties

entertaining

windowed souls

in one elaborate stroke

sophisticated keys

making pens obselete

the hearts of man

long for written

hands.......

my face leaked and dripped from the nose and eyes

the valve of emotions caused a burst of water to surge. sprinkler of the soul,

heart was cleansed and danced in and out with rhythm,

the neighborhood rejoiced

we stood there, many but one whole,

admiring the beautiful rainbow.

we listened with glee to the songs of laughter coming from the speakers of children.

reminiscing on old times with oral descriptions

of the past we shared.

it was beautiful,

the love that emanated from our common unity.

affectionate glances directed at one another,

we melted.

i opened my eyes and gave a prayer of thanks for my life and what lied ahead.

i looked around this prison cell and was grateful

for the solitude it provided.

silence caressed me and smothered me

like a soft quilted blanket.

i am in the womb entering the third trimester., i'll be out soon a new born into a beautiful world of light.

feel my movements, i am growing.

i can smell the flowers in the lilly, eyes piercing through steel bars

leaning on concrete walls. it's so simple really,

to run barefoot through grass capturing butterflies

with an open heart, embracing these delicate creatures

with arms of appreciation and awe.

but then i'm disturbed by a thought,

rapping on the door to consciousness.

this erratic visitor

rude, intrusive, unwelcomed here.

i hear the noise loud and clear

peace whispers to me "do not let it in"

endure the knocking with stillness,

breathe in the spirit of fulfillment

even if the knock never stops

the noise will.

The soul selects her own society,

Then shuts the door;

On her divine majority

Obtrude no more.

Unmoved, she notes the chariot's pausing

At her low gate;

Unmoved, an emperor is kneeling

Upon her mat.

I've known her from an ample nation

Choose one;

Then close the valves of her attention

Like stone.

-- Emily Dickinson

Okay, here is piece I wrote a few months ago... enjoy!

Something Viral

How can something viral

Yet so vicious,

Be so delicious?

'Cause I feel teased

From within

These thoughts...

I'm feeling

A "good" sin?

The thought of

Never, not.

Not, never.

I can't comprehend.

How can something viral

Yet so vicious,

Be so delicious?

Damn!

Copyright 2009

C. Thomas

a.k.a. brownsugatou

www.brownsugatou.com

www.universoulovethepoet.com

impossible to fill a spiritual need with a material one

Our eyes connected from a distance,

all senses were dulled in that instant,

instantly I understood the oneness,

of existence.

No words were necessary,

silence serenaded me,

with songs of bliss.

Suddenly,

The sounds of speech,

rocked me back to sleep.

You give once and get it back 3x's works if your intentions are good!!!

Yo,that Lil Kim -Tpain -Charlie  joint is hot, Hope yall gonna show some luv..

The eyes see what the heart can not, and the heart feels what the mind can not begin to understand.

carefully constructed character,

fabricated facades.

not even knowing!

Layers upon layers of clothing,

where am I going?

A string of lies, disguised,

the EGO as I.

Words cannot capture

what pictures speak

vividly I see

in the midst

of me

I know not

what I write

but it feels

right

letters dancing together

in paper parties

entertaining

windowed souls

in one elaborate stroke

sophisticated keys

making pens obselete

the hearts of man

long for written

hands.......

One day it'll come,

the answer lies beyond the tongue

In the space between words and thoughts is where I reside

But at times,

I find it difficult to find my way home

so I wander,

squandering precious moments,

thinking noisy thoughts

exhausting every bit of energy

propelling me deeper into the land of the lost.

Then suddenly I remember the answer.

And just like that,

I silence my thoughts.

In front of the judge,

wrist and ankles shackled up,

D.A. pleading to the court to lock me up

'til there's gray hairs on my scalp and nuts

mind falling back on my religious crutch

"please God, don't let this time be too much"

my money's not right

so public defender's negotiating for my life

feeling down on my luck

with a part of me not giving a fuck

I'm confused

"your honor, may I speak before I receive the bad news?"

See, I'm what life molded me to be

many nights I've went to bed without being fed

stomach completely empty

while my mother roamed the streets

doing things I'm too ashamed to speak

and my father was too busy chasing

smoke screens, hanging with dope fiends

daddy O neglected me

so i gravitated to the streets your system created

thought if I had a pocket full of loot

it would mean that I've made it

never mind how I generated it

I just new that poverty is what I hated

and I refused to have that hunger pain reinstated

so I did things that society frowns upon

but seems to prosper on

obstacles set, meant to keep us at the bottom end

of the economic pond

feed us shit to corrupt our hearts and soul

and when the difficulties of life begin to take it's toll

you lock us up without parole

while the streets swallow our children

alive and whole

and you tell the public this is the DEPT OF CORRECTIONS

created to shape and mold our minds and point us in the right direction

a wolf in sheep's clothes

I see through all the deceptions

only because I'm the exception to the rules you uphold

my insight is priceless like a rare stone

the streets "AINT" raise a fool

and I refuse to break and lose my cool

opposition makes me stronger

my spirit gives me the strength to fight a little longer

than most on your side of the border

and fuck being a soldier

I supply the orders with my people on my shoulders

we bear the burdens of our culture

and if I could choose another life

I'll choose the same one over

and fuck you if you think I'm a little vulgar

but I'm aggressively assertive when I'm around you vultures

I'm here to shake awake those caught up in the spell of being hopeless

and this "AINT" no conscious rap

this is anger wrapped inside a young man

trapped inside the matrix of this western land

which was designed to build upon the backs

and multi-cultural hands

of the undesirables

you conveniently brand as

low lives

but through the midst of confusion

I've learned to overstand

and survive

throughout it all I've managed to hold on to my

dignity and pride

walk with a confident stride with my head up high

never needing to hide

so fuck you and the bench where you reside

cause time is on my side.

who wants to be a star,

when you have the power to move planets

I converse with ancient avatars

by use of a secret language

the initiated one,

I have a double understanding degree

at the age of 33,

my presence alone is known to ease

panic

i frequent distant galaxies

protected by a field of light

so enemies are unable to ambush me

and yes i travel alone

fasting for millenniums

to quench my thirst i'll squeeze juice from a stone

i participate in the activity of non action

i'm not a reverend i don't promote sacred lessons

i abide by the law of attraction

so whatever comes to me you best believe

i first imagined

so i overstand that the illusioned man

gives life to the dragon

only those on the bottom end of the vibrational pole

will mistake these words as a man who likes braggin'

and for those who will ridicule me

and throw stones for these words that i speak

reside in a world that is blackened

so in humility i try to keep

both my feet

firmly and solidly planted

cause 2012 are where the ancients dwell

my fellow travelers i'll build with you when i

get to atlantis

                                                                                                  written by Dave (dizave15)