The one Man band: The battle of Wits

The producer, the artist, the executive, the visionary, the marketer, the publisher, and the graphics tech. All this in one man, all fighting to make their mark. To stand tall above the crowd. Not let's not 4get the spiritual side of the same man. With all this in him he sometimes defeats himself. Trying to find balance between himself. Knowing that the futures bright. He tends to block his own spotlight. Drawing from many sources, but yet only one leads his call. Another one intefers with destiny hoping the band would cave in, fall. But the band moves on leaving him lost in the wind. But the band moves on... And this, is how... The story begins... **Music drops**

Love Kills sometimeZ...

I've tried to look back at my past to see why love never has worked. And I noticed one consistent thing, that all my ex's where with me for either sexual pleasure or status. Sad right? I've taken note of this as I've moved forward. I examined my heart and poured it out to someone this year only for it to look like the above picture. So I continued to move on, I've also noticed that women now like me because of my calling and or gift. As my rap career grows so do the groupies that claim they are the one.

Well Love has killed my thought process so I will not try any longer. If God has in fact destined me to be with someone He will have to scream and shout "THAT'S THE ONE!" other than that. My girl is music... Peace out Bryan


Song I dedicated to all this Blog: "The Truth is a lie" - Day 26

If God don't...

If God don't change me nobody can, not a woman, not a man. Not even myself, because my own worst enemy lies inside myself.

Empty yet full…

The void that fills my heart makes me ponder why it’s there. The longing, the intensity, the constant despair. The search, for what, I don’t understand. But it seems to disappear when she holds my hand.
When my though process focuses on the clear view of her beauty, the time she spends with me seems to never end. Time doesn’t matter whenever we are near, but yet I’m still empty when she isn’t near.
My relationship with God presents the Agapē. Philla is what I have with some I hold dear, but the Eros is something I’ve never come near. I’ve been infatuated by the uneducated heart, thinking that Eros has taken part.
But now that my heart has been enlightened, and my depths heightened the feeling of sweet bliss attacks my heart like thunder and lighting. Scared, but confident, unsure but willing to experiment, with the faint consequence of failure. To deny that it exist is to think one sided. But yet I have allowed myself to be filled, and yet I still feel empty.
I don’t comprehend this feeling, this action that is much more than an emotion. Solely given to a person, with your trust that they would cherish its relevance. This feeling, it’s called love. Something I don’t trust, but yet, I’m a part of.