Aspiring musician. So listen.

pe·num·bra
peˈnəmbrə/
noun
noun: penumbra; plural noun: penumbrae; plural noun: penumbras
  1. 1.
    the partially shaded outer region of the shadow cast by an opaque object.
    • ASTRONOMY
      the shadow cast by the earth or moon over an area experiencing a partial eclipse.
    • ASTRONOMY
      the less dark outer part of a sunspot, surrounding the dark core.
Origin
mid 17th cent.: modern Latin, from Latin paene ‘almost’ + umbra ‘shadow.
The beginning of a Legend.

The beginning of a Legend.

“You have to stop believing that you need other people’s permission to be okay with yourself. That however you do or don’t align with what other people value determines your worth. That however the world does or doesn’t show you kindness is a direct reflection of how much you deserve it. You have to be kind to yourself. Even, and probably most especially, when it seems least deserved.”
— Brianna Wiest, You Have To Be Kindest To Yourself When It Seems Least Deserved  (via thatkindofwoman)

(Source: larmoyante, via meditationsinwonderland)

That young man.

Bobby Womack. 

This song is wonderful.

thepoeticrebel:

navigator913:

The African Holocaust has lasted for over 500 years totaling up too 800 million death’s up till now and increasing compared to the Jewish Holocaust which lasted about 12 years totaling only a few million death’s. African’s, men and woman have been tortured, raped, murdered and killed in the worst humanely way’s possible. What’s done to them and continue to be done to them is the worst tragedy throughout history.
How can people who have built the greatest civilization, be reduce to such rubbish in a matter off millenniums. The African people’s pain will be there greatest strength to rise back up again in the future and claim there God given right to live as they shall on this planet.

Europeans or white people have glorified themselves over the horrors the horrors that they have created for black people. They live off the wealth and systems that there grand parent’s and great grand parent’s have left of them to prolong there savagery.
  It’s vital that the black man understand the conditions that people have created for them and that he continues to create for himself 

Never forget.

(via lordthirteenth)

Awh, Little Bass gawds

but the beat bangs tho.

Frank Sinatra

My mental capability

Rated P for potentially

Potent verses,

Nurse a hershy kid

Rid him from a hungry hearse.

Willy wonka’s father

Happened to be racist

Facist bigot mason

Illusions to keep him safe

Gun racks stacked

Under their laces

Keeping darkies in their places

Face it

We even built the sky

Put the sun in high places

So the melatonin lacking cronies

Burned all in their faces

In the day,

In the shade

They cannot get away

Till the sun goes down

The freaks come out to play

Where the goodies go away

And the hoodies wanna stay

Never know who’s packing

Spartan, martian, Taurus.

Nigga tryna plex,we flex.

But it ain’t no Trayvon Martin.

I’m tired of backing down

So I must be here to stay

Till the blade slash my veins

And the blood goes away.

Ever looked in the vein’s

Of a black man’s race

Niggas died throughout time

But the pride is the same.

You gotta be down to ride.

Fight for niggas who dying.

His-story’s progress

But it never seems to stay

So I’m sayin this to racist

You niggas in low places

Learn our histories mysteries

Stop trusting what books say.

Gotta find your own lane,

Gotta find your own name,

Let God take the wheel

Click the seatbelt then pray.

I just wanna live

I ain’t ready to decay.

I just wanna live

I ain’t ready to decay.

Wanna be great

What I can I say

Can I be frank?

Makin that bank?

jacindasherryl169:

US Marine Training / Meanwhile in Russia

jacindasherryl169:

US Marine Training / Meanwhile in Russia

Re-reading the path

What do you do

When

spoken words

become meaningless

Seemingly,

Draining the meaning

Of all of the meaning

left.

Why do lips

lie?

With eyes

ripe with contradiction

What the body makes up for,

With portions

of the mind missing.

Didn’t the mind

think through,

Didn’t the mind

search for the truth.

Could the mind

unlock its own box,

To find

the fountain of the youth.

Could all

of the schooling

in the world,

Break through,

My own,

habits and contradictions

Through,

Linens with superstition

To

Christen the pigs in blankets.

Zoned.

Blank emotion and face too.

So can we try to replace

The face,

Mistaken,

For a lost cause.

The relative judges

Will judge me

Drudgingly dragging my feet

Into

The same boxcar

That Einstein’s relative’s were on.

One slip,

Germany would have had an atom bomb.

One more event,

And it could just be the last straw,

That breaks your back,

And forces you to back track through your thoughts.

 

 

 

 

 

Sacreligious Sacrifice

Having to relate to the innermost potential of myself.

Questioning that which is, and comparing it with that which could be.

Possibility.

Not reality,

I suppose.

I’m constantly behind.

The world is moving too fast for me.

Trying to realize

What my eyes

Can see,

Can seem to be

undoubtedly

A tragedy.

Too many options.

I’ll die before choosing to satisfy,

Hunger or thirst,

Yet proud to be,

Alive

Yet I’m sad to see

My passion leave.

Don’t get me started on

a systematic denial

of _______________

And this is personally for you.

Because I cannot articulate your problems.

Feel good that I care this much about you.

I feel good that I care this much about you.

[SYSTEM ERROR]

Your passion

Is clashing

With time

Your relaxing

Your crawling

To grasping

I laugh

When you’re lashing

Your passion

Is clashing

With time

And so passionately

Dying

I laugh

When you ask me

To  lie

When you’re gasping.

I am dangerous

If you taste me, you won’t want to leave.