Confessions From A Black Rose

First of all, I am  not too sure what this post will be about. When I blog it is usually about issues that piss me off, videos that make me laugh or to share my art. There are several thoughts floating in my head but none seem executed enough for a full blog post. I can inform you that in the next couple of weeks I will post my first video log, my second installment in the War on Women series and my spring TV wrap up. Now lets see what will happen if I just write as a process of healing. What wonders will I discover? Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken winged bird that cannot fly. Lanston Hughes The older I get the more I realize how much I know and how much more I have yet to learn. This fact does not bother me anymore because I know that besides life being one daring adventure it is also a test, a live performance, the final event. You get no dress rehearsals, no practice exams and absolutely no warm ups. This life is all that you get and you have to own i

Here is a beautiful song  by an underrated band Hurts . I hope you enjoy because I am mesmerized by this song.

Emptiness No words, no thoughts, no pain There is nothing left of me on this page What will it take for these buried words to bleed upon this page? Will I have to lie? Emptiness That is all that remains on this surface Hours go by but no brush strokes Frustration  Floods my soul As I try to rectify the mistakes from yesterday Broken promises Are all that I am good for Is that why the words fail to assemble? Panic Consumes me As I fear they may never form What if The damage is never revealed Will I always be broken? Breathe These thoughts have bleed before They will flow once more Emptiness That is all the remains on this surface No words, no thoughts, no pain What will it take for these buried words to bleed upon this page? Will I have to die?