1/24 – 6/24

In all my days of recent years, I’ve never experienced love without fears.
It was always some little flaw or denial of pride, but you broke through like an inevitable tide.
You washed a conscience clean, lowered my wall; Made an ego of ten feet into a foot tall.

No longer quick to anger but calmly stay, my world is of colors since you’ve defeated the grey.
You led me to a kinder self, showed a goal. Given me a beautiful heart, replacing the black coal.
In all my days of future years, I’ll remember what you’ve given;  smiles, memories, tears.

isn’t she the darnedest lil’ thing you ever saw?

Writings on the wall

My writings are suffering from a loss of identity and an increase of mediocrity. Soul Searching

Crafting Words

Yesterday we only saw a path, today we walk upon it.
With every step has been a smile, a tear; shared hopes and fear.
Tomorrow we know not where this journey may lead,
Writers of our own story, ‘together’ it will read.
To the times to be made and memories to be stored,
To the curves of your body, waiting to be explored.
For future tears are surely to come,
Every smile makes each worry less troublesome.
Together we can conquer any stumble, triumph any fall.
Any obstacle before us is worth it, baby its nothing or all.

The best feeling

Is figuring what you want to do with your life

I’m just a boy, standing in front of a girl, asking her to love him.

-Notting Hill (altered)

Hardly

Hardly bright is the night inwhich new tunes have tore,

Nevermore? ‘Wish to cease’ I ardently implore,

Best served hardcore – Raw and Ill-matic,

Bored since the days I was a hip-hop fanatic,

But alas my situation is just, justly tragic.

I’ve given up who I am to become who I was,

Taking two steps backwards, one step up becuz,

Every breathe we take, every move we make

We’re one day toward dying,

never growing since our first birthday cake.

-Dre James

Someone get me a subscription too…

Phillipines 2009 tour

The Philippines – 2009 from Invasian on Vimeo.

Change

Things, people, and often times change.

Take nothing to heart,  give them range.

Best not to dwell on things out of reach.

Love has limits, test them and they’ll  teach.

-DreJames May 6, 2009

Yards and Feet

Love is not measured by the hugs or kisses, roses or gifts of the physical world;

but rather the gift of knowing the love shared is rarer and realer than any of them.

-Dre James

Bring Back the Bright Sun

To each their own, to each more grown.

We fall in love and feel the motions of emotions.

Time flies in smile filled times, but pain brings us to a standstill.

Simple pleasures, the best;  complex, the worst.

Bring back the bright sun, the green grass and bring back good fun.

If you set sights on stresses to come, you’ll lose sight of precious times to pass.

It is this that I live by and your love that I try.

I’ll never lose sight, never take flight,

For you I find strength to make that smile bright.

-Dre James

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Love is patient, love is kind – 13:4 Corinthians

Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

Like a switch

I’m in off mode

Hypebeast

hypbeast

Pronunciation:

\ˈhīp\ \ˈbēst\

Adjective

Definition:

A person who follows a trend to be cool or in style.
A person who wears what is hyped up.

Look at my hypebeast status supreme dunks, supreme sweater, supreme hat and mathing jeans.

Dallas has many of them and they are not yet aware this what they are

Perfect Moments

I take a step back to look upon this girl; the one that holds me still in time.
They say we live our lives searching for perfect moments to define us.
This may very well be one of my own.

I examine her from head to toes, eyes to soul, yet I cannot believe she is mine to hold.
I’ve stumbled on this treasure by chance, a gift no one would have thought to give.
Is it any suprise I’m so taken?

All I know is that among the heap of questions piling in my mind, one answer remains true.

In this perfect moment she is smiling her bright smile, and I,  smiling mine.

-February 4, 2009/Dre James – Revised (slightly) April 20, 2009

Photographs

“Life is like photography, you develop from the negatives”

40 Captivating Photos That Depict Human Emotion

http://www.smashingmagazine.com/2009/04/14/40-captivating-photos-that-depict-human-emotion/

The depth behind a word is beautiful,

with a soul & smile, grace & heart its own.

Let the word paint a symphony;  sound out a tapestry.

At ease, be one of a kind. Be of heart and mind.

The word is all you need.

My World Gone Wry

Kindness.  Laughs. Love.

The feelings given are gifts while the cold shoulder shuts.

Life beyond great measure, but expectations fall short.

At times I wish you would speak the words needed.

At times I wish you lend me a bit brighter smile.

How you feel may not always expressed.

Or  maybe always exaggerated?

My worlds gone wry,

This taste, quite dry.

Kindness.

Laughs.

Love.

Convincing

I am constantly convincing myself over and over and over

Today is the day I choose to change.

I dare not falter. I cannot afford to fail.

The price is heavy and the cargo is frail.

For granted I give no more, for precious it grows forever more.

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you are -

Spilt

Empty me onto this canvas and a carnival of feelings you will see.
Roller coaster rides of deep highs and shallow lows.
Merry-go-rounds, the house of Fear, and a Prison of mirrors.
A Ferris wheel that brings me to the heavens to see the big picture.

Beneath the glitz, lights and glamour of this night is an inevitable end.

I started happy as a child and now left with nothing.
My brush is still and the paint, empty.

Don’t know how to feel, I don’t know what emotion will be spilt next.