Put On My Headphones

Let It All Out

Ron — Thu, 06 Jan 2011 01:58:46 +0000

Tears are God’s gift to us. Our holy water. They heal us as they flow. ~Rita Schiano

Show Me A Story

Ron — Mon, 03 Jan 2011 19:50:18 +0000

What do you see?

The Test

Ron — Wed, 21 Apr 2010 00:28:07 +0000

You told me that I am the Captain of My Faith,
The Master of My Soul
And yet…
I feel there are outside forces that are out of my control

Ever since I’ve done wrong
I swear I’ve tried my best to do right,
but time and time again
There are those forces…
bringing me plight

And I’ve been constantly reassured
Been constantly told that everything will work itself out
Been told that I’m too good for things to not go right
…in the end

And I’ve done my best to believe.
Honest to God I have.
Think.
Believe.
Receive.
I’ve been working on these steps for so long
And yet…
I’m still that same mouse
Looking for that damn cheese….

Let me stop myself
because I actually did find that cheese
But then those forces stepped in
Needless to say,
I had been deceived.
Now I’m like the boy at his fathers funeral
Trying my best not grieve
Acting strong for everyone else
I’m simply pulling on my sleeve
Trying to muster up all my might
For the fight will soon begin
The forces have found its way
To attend me deep within

Just like light
Our minds sometimes bend
Showing us a picture that’s really just pretend
It’s all just a test
Will you transcend or descend?
The answer lies with the person within….

I Want…U

Ron — Sat, 20 Mar 2010 04:17:44 +0000

COMING SOON…..

The End (In The Depths of Solitude)

Ron — Mon, 22 Feb 2010 08:17:47 +0000

I exist in the depths of solitude

I’m feeling like the man on the moon; no marian

And I can’t ease my soul

I’m on the side like parking

Because I can’t pay the toll

I’m walking

Through a time space

Scrambled is my mind state

I’m searching for a state to keep my mind in place.

I’m wanting…

No yearning

For a life that’s not my own

For my own I don’t throne even though it is a blessing.

Each day it’s being tested

So in the end I leave you short

I need sleep

I’m restless.

So I hope you can accept this.

And since this is how I feel…

I really hope you can respect it.

I sit on the moon in the mist of solitude

But there’s really two here,

I call it inside outside.

But I keep most on the inside

So you probably only know me on the outside.

I’m on the inside peering down from a telescope…

It’s like two minds in one soul.

I sometimes sit back in awe of the opportunities

And never accept simplicity

And in the end I’m just memories…

I Got Soul

Ron — Wed, 17 Feb 2010 19:40:44 +0000

I’ve got soul like the afro pick with the black fist
Like an innocent baby given the chance to exist

Like,
Bruh Man
Ay yo
Bruh Man
Bean pies 2 for $5
It’s
Quite the deal
Why would I lie?

I’ve Got Soul

More like a pimp
Cause I ain’t never been no hoe
It’s that slight
Lean or Dip
As I,
Stride or Stroll

If you went
Back in Time
Asked,
James Brown
Sam & Dave
They’d tell you the same

It’s that
90′s Era
“Excuse Me…Come Again?”
FLAVOR IN YA EAR

Some say its that
Thing to make your hair Curl & Glow
Or
Maybe it’s
Under the feet
Near the popsicle toes.

Well we know it gives you that
“And for this I am thankful”
Type of feeling
And it runs through every inch of your body like
Good Loving
It’s just so
Spiritually healing.

It sparked those
Malcolm X activists
The
Martin Luther King pacifists

It made
East Bay Grease,
Helped you
Rock Steady
And gave you that
Sqaure Biz
And I’m not talking about what it was
I’m talking about what it is.

It tries to leave with every sneeze
But gets pushed back with every bless

No Stress

And if any a man tries to bring it down
Look them in the face and tell them this:

My soul is NOT for sale
Its
Functional
It
never fails
And there’s never a doubt whether I’ll achieve my goals
Just because of the simple fact that
I GOT SOUL

The Sirens Keep Me Up At Night

Ron — Tue, 16 Feb 2010 05:54:00 +0000

The night’s so dark
but the lights make it Blue
Black on Black
White in Red, White, and Blue
I can hear the mixture of different hues
White on Black
Black on White
O, what happens when colors ignite
Black covered in Red
Then Red suddenly spreads
Adding wild effects to the Blue,
which was caused by the light.
The sirens keep me up at night

Love? Listen….

Ron — Sun, 14 Feb 2010 07:43:24 +0000

Peep Game…

Love?

Listen….

You see its no doubt we sorta kinda had some sorta connection
I mean
I’m digging ya feet
and I know your digging mine

Wait….
Rewind

I mean digging ya feat
not ya feet but
ya features
You knew it when I
licked my lips and
looked you up and down on the
Nice To Meet Ya

Tip.

But Anyways

Love?

Listen….

Yea
We spent the days together
You know…
Breakfast
A snack here
Lunch
A snack there

And you know what…
I’ll even admit to the nights
Dinner and a movie
After an appetizer
But before dessert.

We did the whole ya digs
Dig me?
Haha
True.

But anyways

Love?

Listen….

I can’t deny that
we touched thighs
Cyndi Lauper…
Time after Time

On that South

Tip.

From the
Front.
Back.
Sitting Side

Ways.

And I’ve heard you scream
Many a short bursts of words
But…

Love?

Listen….

Fast forward

Now its been a while since
I’ve last seen you
3 months to be exact

You
Looked a little different
Like
something was
weighing you down.
That
Life Binding Contract
That…
“But I thought gravity would preve…”
I mean…
“You were on top that time…”

Wait

This must be some type of mistake
Its
probably just all in your head
Or
maybe its just something you ate

“Look
Just get rid of it…”

“I’m still in school
And doing great”

“Did you ever think about me?”

“I’m too young to be dealt this fate…”

Love?

Listen….

The Stereotype

Ron — Sat, 13 Feb 2010 18:16:22 +0000

When it comes to the stereotypes

I’m quite defiant.

I play a little ball here and there

But it’s not what I want to spend my life with

And just because i have a knack with words

doesn’t mean I prefer the life of a rap star

Gold in my mouth

Neck and wrists iced out

With pretty women and fancy cars.

You see, I’m also quite good in math

But won’t cut corners

by cutting quarters and selling crack

Like you would expect me to do since my skin color is black

And since I’m black

Don’t expect me to fill another jail cell

Expect me to work towards my highest goal and then excell

And never doubt me when I meet struggle

I don’t need another speech on discrepancy

For I was told that it was only through this

That I shall reach my true destiny

The Fear

Ron — Fri, 12 Feb 2010 22:23:06 +0000

They say I’m too familiar with anthropology
Gave birth to criminology
They say it’s in my words…
claiming its etymology
but I just find it odd to see
and I don’t know ophthalmology
But I’ve studied bacteriology as well as immunology
So from me, I doubt that you’ll ever hear an apology.

In an attempt to try and stop me
They looked under thanatology, ecology, and even methodology
But with no luck
They simply can’t explain it…parapshchology

And as far as me and this ology
I’ve never thought of sitology or even somnology.
This will stir up fear
Fear that more will appear

They’re scared.
And yet…
There are no creases or even a fingerprint under the sections of alethiology
Just fingers pointed at me
like I’m the reason in their belief of an eschatology
They’ll run tests on us in relation to dermatology as well as encephalology
But Don’t Fear…
For We…
Will Still Fulfill The Prophecy