The Life of a Premature Metro Goddess

9/26/2007 I wrote this lengthy entry on why I was apprehensive about posting certain things to my blog. Probably because I think too much, I over analyze, and I'm constantly concerned with making sure I'm understood... but whatever. I need all that space to be filled with silence. I'd rather have nothing, than nothing disguised as something. -Like A Thief In the Night They say I write like a thief; take a piece of those men from my pen to this page a chronicle remembering all the mistakes I made. Like that sweat off your brow taste that sweet from your mouth I let you go south.... from my pen to this page. This golden honey smells like spices and sage. Must be a king or a mage Cuz he's got me glazed over and swaying to his beat In this African Ass Heat... From my pen to this page. Finding ways not to want him as he comes and he goes. And he comes as I leave him from my pen to this page. Why shouldn't I be heated burning red hot embers

9/24/2007 I have blogging fear. What does that mean you ask? Despite the fact that I created this little place on the web for myself in order for people to better understand who I am, and the life I've come to exist within, I have a fear of my blog being read. To go a little deeper, I am a writer. I am a poet. When I write I reach deep within myself and pull out every inch, every ounce, every crumb of emotion that could even begin to express what it is that I might want to say. I am honest. That is the essential core of everything I write or say but sometimes it is quite possible that my honesty, or the presence of my emotions over time displayed visually in a textual format has the ability to be 1. Misinterpreted, 2. Over analyzed, 3. Taken out of context. My worst fear is censuring myself because I'm afraid of the power of my words, but then that is why I write because of the power of my words so to deny that would be some form of self directed hypocrisy...and I rant on a