IN LIVING COLOR.

...CONCRETE JUNGLES...

My appreciation for words are increasing everyday. Listening to the beginning, the climax, and the conclusion gives my thought, voice. Almost as a clear as picture to the eye. I am loving this transition like my lucky number 7. Knowledge of self, can be a beautiful thing. Everything happens for reason, and nothing by coincidence. My tongue shall keep HIS praises flowing like fresh springs. Because I AM GRATEFUL. Healing bows from believing so hard, I won't give up. He marks his neck, "A lion among men". For the life we live speaks for itself. And when I am able to fully embrace truth, standing still. I am inspired by years of experience, I have yet to obtain. However Solomon asked for KNOWLEDGE, AND KNOWLEDGE WAS GIVEN UNTO HIM. These concrete veins that lead to these concrete hearts will no longer be a burden. But soon to be the hazel around the pupil that burns to be great. My dream is the dream, picture this.

MY HAIKU POETRY

Haiku is a form of japenese poetry.
5-7-5 (Syllabic organization)
A literal and poetic implication.

And let there be light
For it shall tell a story
One can overcome the dark.

What I can not touch,
is abstract to my realm
no such thing as love.

..I MISS THEM...

THE MISTRESS...(Not finished)

She was born alone. Yet she wasn't adopted. In search for an insight, that would bite, only for her. Pleasure. Then their was a wind that blew, like a controlled action going unexplained. And his personification will forever inconsistently stay changeless. Then a wind begin to penetrate the beautiful orafices that, in which she was born. Birth was gave to Pleasure, for him. Irony. The finest jewel that our own earth would offer, could never even compare. She, was.

...BOMBSHELL...

...GO GET THIS NOW OR YOU DON'T LOVE YOUR MAMA....

A SATISFIED CUSTOMER...

...EVERYTHING STARTS WITH PURPOSE...

In hopes that a release of thought will flush me pure. Change. Knowing that I am guided by a higher power gives me much comfort, just not as much as it should. This I know. Working on faith and strengthening THE esoteric power, no one knows. I am in faith's weight room like every other day, power lifting. I just know I can be great. Searching for my purpose, cultivating my curiosity. Performing live, through expression. If only it was just me.

Just me.

To vacate from the world, i find myself lifted. A tradition, practiced amongst many. Still I try to fight the black and white, and flourish color. I want to exist in abundance versus just existing. Who wants to just be here? "And it's been long time coming. But I know, change gone come." I will def. make my mark, but my mark will not make me.

My mark.

I heart my situation. Fame? No. But for the longest, that's what I thought I success was. Blessings of life have left me stepping stones here and there, for me to climb higher. I want to return the favor. And one day hear, "Zachary Jerome Taylor, job well done!" I'll accept my award and brightly embellish the world with a smile. As I reap a great harvest, I'll have it transcend it's own greatness, in seeds. See, and that way the dream will never die.

...THE WAY ITS SUPPOSE TO BE...

Running the never ending journey. Holding on to love, until forever gives up on us. We know the onward beat of each other's heart. And dance a joyous dance. Happy to be blinded considering we are rightly guided. See in my dreams, I physically see our love, abstract and all. Visual reality blinds the world on truth. So we are not here. We've grown and obtained a knowledge that make UNDERSTANDING an UNDERSTATEMENT. To be continued......

...LIKE A BREATH OF FRESH AIR...

...A NEW BEGINNING...

I'm giving less of a fuck as each day passes. Motivation to this post is motivation to this blog. It's origin was discovered by the rafting through my raging blood lines, leading to the innermost jungles of my heart. When it beats for the last time the blog will end. Then I'll be reborn as a butterfly. It'll be called the butterfly effects/the real. To live a lie, is living death. And my words will never die. For in my blog's next lifetime, my words will be valued.

...JUST TRYNA FIND MY WAY BACK HOME...

My little house on the prairie . My place of total mental peace. Completion and clolsure conquers all. Holes are filled and overflowing. When my life made sense. A place where i could smoke my garden if desired. See in this place, judgement is crime. Slow groove is accepted, grooving so slow, where your speed is the speed. And I could walk right into the sun if wanted. (LOL) This place, oh this place. Then reality saves me from deep reminiscence.

...JUST DO IT?...

Never to regret, but sometimes have second thoughts. Never to look back, but sometimes get lost in reminiscence. So at what point do I draw the line of living fast? How down can I be, for a world before a widespread of reprecussion swallows me whole. I value the times I have everyday, and I'm learning to value myself alot more. A rolling nights colliding into day. And I know right from wrong. Yet I watch truth walk right past me, and breathe deep in its air. Only to fall again in deep reminiscence. I can't help but think of myself like the wind. I am everywhere. To get lost in thought, only to get lost in thought. And Bob Marley said,"Emancipate yourself from mental slavery." And mental slavery is a bitch. And slavery was a bitch. But could you ever think emancipation was only a deep, pure, breath away. Anywho, here are some pics from where me and one of my closest friends and closet linesister, take a random trip to galveston. It's not much, but visualize my words. Who wouldn't want to drown there sorrow?

Good guys make bad decisions too….

Well I started this post with my traditional deep breath. Spring break, a time to kick back, a time to relax, get away from the stresses of your everyday school life. I had a quite interesting break. The initial plan starts off in Houston, leave that first Sunday and check in at San Antonio. Then leave San Antonio Thursday and head to New Orleans where I would stay until Sunday, to head back to school. Unfortunately, plans came to a halt Tuesday night when I checked into the San Antonio Detention Center.

KNOW YOUR RIGHTS!!!

I cannot stress that enough. And I don’t mean know that pointless speech, “You have the right to remain silent…” The longest 2 days of my life. So this is what it feels like to be ¾ human. Shackles bruise your ankle and your mind.

FORGIVE THEM (US) FATHER FOR THEY KNOW NOT WHAT THEY DO.

Sad to say I have no regrets for spring break. Everything happens for a reason. On top of that, I had a blast. I just hate I had to use my New Orleans money on bail. Looking on the brighter side, I met some really interesting people and I found who my true friends are.

A BRAND NEW APPRECIATION FOR MY FREEDOM AND MY LIFE.

Never looking back, but never forgetting. And Boosie said, “You don’t know my struggle, so you can’t feel my hustle.” LOL. But seriously, think what you think and keep it moving. Don’t linger too long, you’re in unknown territory. Understanding is an understatement. The irony. If I don’t know how could you? I’m still trying to break the code.

FRIENDS, HOW MANY OF US HAVE THEM?

Shout out to Pula for answering collect! (LOL) I rode the San Antonio Metro bus back to the hotel once I was released on a $400 bail. I was thinking I would walk out to a parade of people, maybe a marching band, and a maybe the news channel too. You remember when Kidd got out of jail in House Party? Not this time eh?

WHAT IF I WERE MY OWN PSYCHOLOGIST?...

Come home, follow me. Complete confident thoughts. Be sure you have a purpose. Be alone with a purpose, in pursuit of yourself. For you are your own top priority. Accept your problem, research the solution. Rest in your slumber. Be humble in your defeat. Rejoice in your success. My neighbor’s food does not feed me. Only my food endures. So I work. My feet soak in worker’s blood. It fears me not, because I am seeking myself. It’s history and math. The world keeps burning, slavery is history and declaring freedom was and is, mathematic justice for our being. This brings me to our growth, or in your case and my case, evolution. There is only one truth. So why does your self-worth vary by the day? Until that one day arrives from the following day, when you knew who you are……

ONE DAY MY DESTINY WILL MANIFEST AND BECOME REAL.

Your friend has no soul, tell her to be herself….

The thoughts of being me to the fullest, never leave my head. Stomach queasy, head pains, and over all body disgust, I’m over my sickness but I’m truthfully ill. The diagnosis is I can’t be diagnosed. There aren’t enough symptoms, but there are too many to quit. To add on to it all, your friend has no soul. If I’m feeling myself, than she fucking the shit out of you. My repulse is automatic. I get that feeling. My insides reflect the opposite of my outside. This is the longest ride home ever. I’m almost on empty. Riding on fumes. What is keeping me? Nothing, the car stops. Luckily, I was in pushing distance of a nearby gas station. Revived, I am back on full. And I didn’t even have to go into my wallet. Conversations with the “enemy of state”, made me realize I was holding on to nothing, for nothing. By my choice, this is no competition. Crazy how the world works and how things turn out. Crazy how we don’t plan on most realizations, they just happen. Sometimes you just go with the flow. I’ve been moving around lately. I need to keep it moving. I’m so appreciative for life’s lessons, keep teachin....

A ROAD TRIP UP THE ROAD.

Texas A&M. Mane hold up! lol. What a great time I had. Freakin crazy man, I'm so glad I got the "not so black" college expierience. Man these people know how to party. I am so not ready to go home. Have to keep it moving though. I have to go to work at 8 tonight. I'll probably be sleep behind the desk. lol. Love the trife life. Redeeming myself is a must, So I got to make a trip back up to Baton Rouge and New Orleans. I have to moon the state of Louisiana once again. I love it. My people down there, stay ready for a visit and a walking party. I discovered another Charles Hamilton and Drake. He goes by the name Joe Budden. This guy makes going insane sound cool. lol. Different cultures amaze me. I just like to listen to what people have to say. It's kind of wierd but I'm a "people watcher" . I observe people. lol. Just a personal goal, to explore as many cultures as I can, before I graduate. Culture shock me, till it's no longer a shock. What's funny about my particular expierience here at A&M is, I could "Dougie" better than everybody at the party.lol. Talk about shock treatment. Man I love college. And people, don't believe everything you hear. I heard so many stories about racism here. But, everybody I encountered was friendlier than Barney on Sunday morning. lol. Not saying it doesn't exist, but live a little. Seek knowledge for yourself. As I type, it still amazes me how my tattoo rubbed off my fingers. lol. My thoughts are scattered everywhere, respect my randomness. From eating watermelon outside at the courts, to ridin to houston with no air, to stopping to see my people, to stopping to see her people, to reclaiming my closet i left in New Orleans, to P.V., to A&M, to work, then hopefully to church.

THE GROWN MAN BLOG(19)....

Ok so, I have been blessed with 19 years of life as of February 13, 2009. Wow. As a kid I thought cars would be flying by the time I turned 19. LOL. People ask me, “How do you feel?” “Do you feel any different?” “I thought you were older!” And I don’t really feel a big difference. But I do think I have a better understanding of myself in general. It didn’t come overnight though. I’m still growing and I haven’t obtained a complete knowledge of myself. It was a much needed laid back birthday. I woke up feeling great, went to class ON TIME. Later on, I was treated to some good TGIF Friday’s and caught happy hour. Then I engaged into other indoor activities, further information is enclosed to BlogSpot. But I just had a good time, chillin with people who wanted to chill with me. It was the perfect celebration for a 19th birthday.

My Valentine’s Day was copasetic and had a slow boogie just like my b-day. Didn’t get a chance to express my love for a valentine, but I did get the chance to express my love for college as well as the beauty of its attributes. I love the high of belongingness. Feeling wanted from the wanted, V-Day was just another day. Call me the bag man because when I’m with her, I’m thinking of you and when I’m with you I don’t think. Man, women have the power to run the world whenever they're ready. And if you can’t understand that, this part of the blog is not for you. Inspirations from my boy Katt W. LOL. I hate walking blind, but I find easy fault in what comes to me without work. In my opinion, the worst thing you can do while in pursuit is lay all your cards out on the first play. Where’s the value? There is none, and I’m tryin to be MVP. So if that means I have to be “red shirted”, assigned to watch your smile from a friendly distance on the bench, its so cool.

Let me share a little story with the blog. I boxed for like 5 years. I started when I was about 10. I had been training only for about three weeks before my first bout. That didn’t matter to me because I was hungry for my first fight, starving. Nonetheless, I hopped inside the ring unprepared and I froze up in front of the lights. Within about 15 seconds of the first round the referee stopped the fight. I was getting pounded on. It was so embarrassing, I had all my family there, friends from school and I had been talking mad shit. LOL. I was a funny kid, but the moral behind the story is I was defeated by anxiousness and consented to unnecessary failure. Never to make the same mistake twice, I’ve awaken. So I slumber in patience. She’s worth it. And till then I keep serving these soccer moms with this lovin. Digg?...

P.S. Just for the record my last fight was at the Silver Gloves National Championship, and there I was ranked #3 in the nation for my age and weight.

MY BILL OF SALE, 1835.

Here stands the introduction of all introductions. Here stands the worry of all your due dates. Here stands word play at its best. Here stands your English language translated into music that whispers to the ear. Here stands the vows in which you take the hand of your wife. The word of a beast never sounds so sweet. Zachary Jerome Taylor, an 18 year old boy beaten to meet your every want and need of the household. This is no mediocre buy. This is a purchase only for the finest of the finest plantations. We have broken the beast so that his self-worth is on the rise to a little to nothing. Do not be afraid of the educated slave he is merely what you allow him to be. He is only thankful for the grace, you give him. Our brother Willie Lynch, said to use tactics similar as those of breaking a horse. Well this stallion is the reining champ of international derbies. He is sold for nothing less than $500, minimum. Let the bidding began.

ROOMATE GOT SKILLS....

SO THE INSPIRATION IS MIMING. LISTEN.

Afro American studies, new minor?...hmmm....

I play the role of the weak because I am strong.
Strong because I am backed by a divine power
In which no one understands my joy
This knowledge shall remain esoteric to the Earth
And the Earth will soon decay, for this is only our short journey home
This is a temporary stay, only from our mistakes as people and as half people have we learned to love the wrong way.
To show love is to grow love
To grow love is to know love
To know love is to console love
To console love is to hold love
So as Massah whip me. I patch my bloody prideful scars.
For I know I have something greater. My wounds may appeal to be reptile like.
But beneath my skin, I have a soul that shines his light, and blinds those who slither
Hear my cry
My powerful prayer to God is to me as the power of the whip is, to their sin
From this unnatural state I will prevail and be born again.
Feel my plead
May my humble actions teach my child.
May my beating come to an halt
Consumed by apathy
Let it take your breath
As I stand, now and forever
A lion among man.

Makin Momma Proud....

I say Prairie View A&M University, with a fulsome heart of pride bleeding purple and gold. I feel like I am receiving quality education here, while being amongst those who look like me. Growing up, I didn’t really have a mentor; dads’ weren’t being dads, more like sperm donors. Men were not the head of the house. Waking up every morning is motivation enough, but to see my kind succeed in a system that was meant for us to trail is an entirely different level of inspiration. Coming from fetal positioning on the outside of the wound, to standing high, accepting the responsibility over those whose ancestors constrained us to an unnatural nature. We dreamed of prevailing, and we have overcome.

Initially I wrote this blog because I was upset with the way I felt the university conducted business. Here’s the story, I was in the registrar’s office picking up my transcript when the lady in the office gave me what I like to call, “the run-a-round”. She said, “We have a new system and everything is slow. So come back a little later on.” Now keep in mind it takes at the most 48 hours after your request. I completed a transcript request like a week ago. She just didn’t feel like looking so she wanted me to come back. Lady, what if I got a job interview?! Why do I pay my fees?! What the f*@k is your job?! Just a few things I wanted to say. I’m proud that I didn’t, but I did let my frustrations out on the elevator wall. lol. I just get so frustrated with people in customer service with the worst attitude in the world. I pay for a service, and I expect to get what I pay for. The end.

Now that I let that out, I reiterate we have overcome. During the Inauguration Ball, I felt like I was watching my parents get married when Obama took Michelle’s hand and danced. Victory. A mind casting thoughts, inside my head my thoughts were flowing untamed. FAITH, DREAMS, INSPIRATIONS, ASPIRATIONS, VICTORY, CERTAINTY, POWER, LOVE, HARDSHIP, FAVOR, SACRAFICE, BELIEF, MOTIVATION, PRIDE, SURREAL, HONOR, SUFFIENCY, DID I SAY FAITH?

Mid-day thoughts….

pic by Ms.Danielle Elise Mason

7:43 A.M.

Subliminal messages, my get away. Away from a mind twisted paparazzi. Photographic thoughts of what could be. Good things don’t come easy. “And I’m doing it again”, said John Legend. Patience, I can’t find. Digging hard, so I look for value in what I treasure. Rushing for what has been put forth in life. Blind to the tangibles, I want something greater than myself. Spellbinding utterance as I speak of such treasure, I flee from second person. Mystery is of a certain fun, as investigation is to a hobby. And when you have passion for something, going too far is never doing enough. In my eyes there will always be reasonable doubt that imperfection is perfection. We are all of a divine creation. Be happy. Appreciate self because if you don’t believe you, who will?

I'm coming home.

P.S. Video, nothing to do with the blog.

I let my beard grow back?!

America, I look I am 23 again. I feel like a retired journalist as I scratch my beard while puffing my joe.lol. It’s about 3:43 p.m., yet it feels like 10 in the morning. On days like this my mind wonders. Who’s next? What’s next? I wonder what next semesters going to be like. I wonder who’s going to be red shirted on my team. I wonder if I’ll have any new recruits. I felt the same way during Hurricane Ike, except with internet.

Buku time to contemplate. And for this New Year I’m thinking, I want to go in with a certain humble assertiveness about myself. Those who want to be around, they’ll be there. For those who don’t, they won’t. lol. But I am excited to find out. No new year’s resolution. I mean, we’ve all congregated in our minds what or how we want to live. In which, we know what volumes need to be turned down and what volumes need to raised and what pre-selected stations need to be changed. No real point in speaking it or giving it a title. Just do it. I know I could live better in certain aspects And I plan on it. But in a way, I guess living better is a resolution. Just some thoughts hold more value inside your head, vice versa coming out your mouth.

What holds most value to us, we’ll be more likely to stick with. I was reading this blog the other day about why nice guys never get the girl. Reason being, is because the good guy puts too much on the line too soon. In the end, he lacks value there is no question, no curiosity, and no excitement. So why pursue? Real shit doesn’t always cause for discussion or explanation. It’s just real shit. If that makes sense. Call it a New Years post, call it random, call it boredom, or call it whatever. But furthermore, I have let my beard grow back. Till next time folks.

“Just in…Obama got hoes!!!.”

Gave me a chuckle or two..

My interpretation of Medicaid, Rehab, and the whole nine yards or seven pounds…lol

I wasn’t sure if I should text, call, blog, facebook, myspace. So many means of communications, so little time (now 6-20).lol.

First and for most, for the people who steal minds, forgive them for they not know what they do.lol. It’s funny how everything on the web including blog(spot) sites turns into wordy, cynical MySpace that was rejected by web media critics. Glad you can first be true to yourself.

Can’t believe this, but out of nowhere I have caught myself attempting to solve yet another puzzle. Its crazy because with this one, my moves are free yet careful. Because my only and main tools are the interpretations followed by the assumptions. I could be very wrong, seeing as though in the past I’ve assumed, and knew nothing. However, fact still remains in past experiences, I didn’t perceive with all my senses. But for some reason I think I’m on to something this time. Her thoughts are hot, I feel like I’m playing with fire. As stated in internet stone, “It is what it is.” Sounds like a concluding statement huh? Lol. Not this time.

And a blog is a terrible is a thing to waste. lol. And thoughts are too. And I’m in like with you(r) words…

I mean just stop and look around for one sec. Check around for all the new faces. My ego is vomiting like, “Damn Zach you should’ve started this movement.” I didn’t, you did. How can I not be inspired?

Read my blog from “MY NAME IS” to now, and imply all that can be implied. Then calculate all that can be calculated and organize your assumptions. It makes sense like, like, tamed lions…lol.

I know communications is our thing, but hopefully it won’t take too long to calculate. I would hate to have to wait till next lifetime.


P.S. I guess we’re equal on free advertising now…lol…thanks…

Can I chill?...

What state of mind should I live in while I’m home, for break? Why can’t I come home for one break and not “fall out” with everybody in my family? If it’s not one thing it’s another. Ironically, I’m the “good one”. The only one off to school, get decent grades, have a job, have dreams, and I’m working towards them. I’ve come to understand it’s either my people expect a lot out of me, I don’t know when to just be quiet, or am I just too damn disobedient for my own good.

And why must I be so obedient anyway? Don’t get me wrong I think discipline is something everyone should know and understand, for their own sake. But at the same time why spend so much time teaching our children to be so obedient to every curve of the voluptuous, world that we live in? Why not spend a little more time investing and insuring the knowledge that will make the world obedient to our children. When will we decide to break the cycle?
I don’t understand why people expect for you to allow them to talk to you in any kind of way, with no response. Sorry. I am the miraculous phenomenon breaking the cycle of “Yes’am” and “Yes’suh”. I refuse to not be respected by anyone. Reasons being, I show everyone I encounter the same respect I desire and deserve. In these “falling outs” I am usually not in the wrong, with a seemingly hidden esoteric knowledge of my point, that no one seems to understand. However, they are starting to happen so often, I am questioning myself. Maybe it’s me. Maybe I’m not living up to the life, that which is expected of me. In return, I’m rewarded all the bitter frustrations of their world. Not saying I’m not ever wrong, because I am sometimes. Here goes a list…

• Me and my cousin bent my grandmother’s screen on her window. (replaced it)
• I took like 6 beers out of a cooler from my grandmother’s birthday party(when it was over)
• Christmas money, let my people stay under the impression I was doing something a little more positive than tattooing my fingers.lol.
• Turned my phone off to avoid contact with everybody for a day.
• Lied about not having room in the car on the days I didn’t want to go the gym, . packed like Mexicans in a Ford Focus. he he he…
  
  
  Notice most of my fuck ups end in “ lol”. Nothing too serious give me a break!
  

Do you accept Medicaid?...

This will be quick. Nevertheless, posting against my better judgment my conscious doesn’t let me get away with anything.


Butterflies, elevated heart rate, confusion, fogged thought process, I am sick. For one day I just want to be able to be deprived of the feeling. I want to hide from your thoughts, deliver myself from your words. Blown away by my eyes and what my mind perceives I am quite intimidated, which leaves me ill. So I must lay in my own mental imprisonment. Wondering what if? But a man can only take so much before a breaking point is met. And I’m close. But in a way, putting this on paper was kind of like me being granted a parole. I would like to prove my case to the jury but it’s so easy to get off track, blinded by beauty, captured by critical thoughts, and slaughtered by never ending word play. H E L P!



I want my cure. And not the generic brand. The good shit….