Word of the Day: Don’t

Bryson Tiller‘s Don’t comes to mind today in this classroom of upperclassmen.

I remember them when they were in their previous grades, when don’t was more than someone caught up in their feelings.

Conversations about holes and keys, lost in transition (as I remind them that this is Throwback Thursday. The conversations bring up two of R. Kelly’s hits: You Remind Me of Something and Ignition. Two throwbacks that possibly made their parents throw it back and create them through Bump and Grind).

I play a playlist of instrumentals as they are the lyrics of the moment.

It seems counterintuitive that the lyrics from this class (although well-behaved and well mannered) stress the narrative of the Bryson Tiller’s song.

  • A student (wearing primary, secondary, and tertiary colors) in red and brown (with orange shorts and Christmas themed undies; for tis his season to be naughty) taking self-portraits of himself to put on the Snap (abbreviation for Snapchat).
  • Another set of students playing games on their phones (One of them doesn’t even like one of the games that they are playing, but he is with a friend; the same one that speaks of keys and holes as he seemingly sucks at 8 ball while calling out another while being just as bad as them).

Don’t play with her, don’t be dishonest (Aye)

Still not understanding this logic (Aye)

This expectation is to be expected in the primary teacher’s absence; the activity of play while trying to keep oneself from doing work that one doesn’t want to do (hence the term; don’t).

They don’t want to do this.

But they must.

And they do.

Even when they don’t.

(Except one, because Christmas came early with his chestnuts hidden by bright and early layers that I’d rather wish not to see. Dude is sagging like cake layers, cake baking on the Snap!)

Much like the acronym thot, a contradiction has just as much premise as holes is to “o‘s”.

A comma condenses and combines conjunctions, conjoining intuitive action into conviction.

(Like a belt used to keep one’s pants on their waist)

And like a game of pool, disjunction has its place in playing either solid or striped colors.

Ornamented in green and red. 

Covered in orange.

Brown pants too.

As the 8 ball in the corner of an entire classroom of students that have turned in their assignments, I wonder if the young elf realizes that good behavior and classwork attempted count more than one or the other.

Both apply.

But elves like him have their Bald Kelly phase.

When bad grades put their work ethic on lock.

At that point, bruh becomes sir.

And don’t becomes do.

And my duty is done.





Word of the Day: Gay

Wild Thoughts by DJ Khaled ft Rihanna and Bryson Tiller is embedded in my mind while covering for this 8th grade history teacher. I’m reminded of the use of synonyms and acronyms that are used throughout the class period (as this is 6th period and I’m ready to go. Regardless, I’m quite entertained).



I have plenty but they are embedded in sexual orientative conversation from the 8th graders that have such verbal repeal.

They talk in unsuccessful whispers about it.

They congregate in small groups and close circles in their quadrilateral desks.

As happy as they can be, they know nothing of how gay they appear.

Homosexual is too perplexing of a word for them to use here. Simplicity is guarded by the lack of knowing that those “wild thoughts” are indeed expressions that are inferred without being so general.

To be straight up honest with them is often complacent of their understanding that I’m simply implying semantics but these are 8th graders that understand the use of both synonyms and acronyms in one word:



You don’t even have to include “wild” to know what the acronym is.

In my mind, as these conversations run wild, I’m saying to myself:

Ain’t no way these children have the capacity to know from experience the essence of thotiness (Yes, that is a word).

(And I hashtag #ikant instead of #icant because Kant’s Categorical Imperative is prevalent in Birdman‘s pronunciation of what he can’t say correctly. Respect ends with a “t” and not a “k” after all, but this is not a mere means to an ending.)

You see, I like to insinuate experience in the manner of words with objects and how they are placed to see if they know the term a priori.

A coffee mug that has a phrase I Don’t Give A Sip with peanuts in it from a big blue bag. 

How does that add up?

Gender Studies (That was a joke. No shade given.)

The obscure don’t know about the obscene.

No surprise to them.

Gay isn’t happy-go-lucky.

It simply goes past them like a straight line.


But in the equation that follows separately, they know (infer) the phrase. The peanuts? I urinate with what God has given me but “dez” usually comes from them (with it, because this conjunction has a function). Compare the term with the many names one can call “dez” and you realize that big blue shouldn’t be waiting so long to come.

But this is a history class.

And they are learning about Spanish and European explorers.

Conquistadors that need to conquer that study guide before their test on Monday.

As Kant exquisitely said,

Experience without theory is blind, but theory without experience is mere intellectual play.

And gay rhymes with play anyway.



KEEP IT 100: Chapter 9

To be real


With you

I can’t give you

Fake news

I come with the real

Because love comes


No fake friends

Just real feelings

Deep penetration

Soft strokes

From my pen

The ink 


Writing down that shit

That you feel

Too real

This news that I tell you

Is real

This isn’t a gamble

An Ace up yours

When I want your Heart

You’ll have a full spread

And I’ll call your bluff.

To tell you how I really feel,



Two hearts

One mine

I am yours


You, you






Special Announcement!


It is a new beginning.

The start of school after an eclipse no less.

New students, old students – same potential in kinetic flux.

I will be creating daily blog entries more often due to having more time to write while at work. I will still do the Personal Life Lyrics and KEEP IT 100 series, but for the time being, it might have to wait. This means that I’ll also try and monetize my site as well as create another new series. I hope that the content that I have created now and in the future will continue to span a following to help inspire, laugh, and grow.

KEEP IT 100: Chapter 8


My father told me his story.

“Upon this land, my father build the very foundation

That broke his back.”

He continued

“He continued to build,

And as the foundation had structure

His cracks under pressure.

As integrity is earned from hard work.

Intense was the labor.

Hoping that the reward was just.

But the pain 

Though well fought

Won in the end.”

It must have been too much to handle,

All that burden to bear.

Looking at my father,

Raw and bare bodies shaped you and me

He said.

“My father was one

And they hung him

On a tree.”





KEEP IT 100: Chapter 7

Big words are like Big Bird

From Sesame Street









seems to be some misdirection

Along the way

Around the way,

Across the corner

Beyond the border

I can taste the rainbow in all its flavors.

But yellow is my favorite.

Beside Oscar the Grouch

You’d think you can distinguish between

Sour Ass Apple






The spectrum doesn’t always work

That way.

Next to Big Bird’s primary side

Complimentary to both neighbors

Lies Radar

The Brown Teddy Bear

And bears love that sweet honey

Flowing freely from the beehive.


Academic Shade: Dwayne Unchained

Yipe Yo Ki yah,

Gitty up as the white stallion bucks

And kicks me in my nose

Until my face bust

These are the words from Lil Wayne from the song entitled White Girl, used in this blog to educate as wisdom (with hints of sarcasm) and warning (because Captain Picard uttering the rhetoric from Judge Aaron Satie wasn’t cool enough).

The quote from Judge Satie goes as the following (uttered by Captain Picard; the whole script written by Number One):

With the first link, the chain is forged. The first speech censured, the first thought forbidden, the first freedom denied, chains us all irrevocably.

Deep sh@!, ain’t it?

You can add a wrecking ball to that chain too (hint, hint).

Now, how do these quotes go together here?

I mean, Gym Class Heroes and Lil Wayne (before he was leaning and swimming in the waters of Drake’s periods – I mean, number one hits on the Billboard) and a quote from the Star Trek: The Next Generation’s episode entitled Drumhead?

Cocaine is one hell of a drug (because I’m Rick James B$%^h) and so is music.

Is it not liberating to hit that track and another of your favorite song or artist, like how Baby hit Tunecha (like Britney Spears first number one hit) and birthed Drake from the conception of respeck? Or how Miley feels to twerk her blurred lines (plus her neck and her back too) to appropriate what she is lacking?

The concept of rhythmic patterns is uttered throughout our history, particularly in African culture. It was thanks to the African drum that the telegraph, the telephone, and the cell phone became primary components of auditory communication. The use of phonetics in communicating sound patterns is essential in knowing how somebody is saying a particular phrase or set of words, as semantics is important in understanding the meaning of the particular phrase and set of words.

The evolution of Dwayne Carter from a boy to a man in the hip hop game physiologically can be a great example of phonetics, as he sounds different from 1999 to now, as compared to when he is sober to when he is on drugs. The artistic interpretation of change; the name changes from Lil Wayne to Weezy to Tunecha, and how his lyrical flow and use of language changes from those name changes is a great example of semantics.

An irrevocable chain indeed; chains that cultivate our culture holistically.

So what happened when we break them?

Plato’s Allegory comes into play here as we deal with the issue of cultural appropriation, as shadows worshiped as truth when chained to imitation is not without hostility when they are then finally broken and a deeper truth is revealed by the fire illuminating from an experience one can empathize with through understanding the reason behind the dancing bodies worshiping the fire.

Every day we Play with Fire (listen to the track by Lil Wayne and you’ll see what I mean).

It is a light in the darkness.

Illumination isn’t without imitation.

Some may call it forgery;

Others may call it flattery

I call it the spark to ignite the flame.


KEEP IT 100: Chapter 6

There are monsters in my closet!

There are monsters under my bed!

These are the stories of children with overactive imaginations

But look at that monster!

The one with the orange head!

They said,

Sleep with the light on

And as soon as they’d fall asleep,

The lights would go out.

They’ll draw a picture of the monster in the day

“Grrr!” in the bobble, it’ll shout



It didn’t matter.

The orange headed monster didn’t worry or care

But this is an imaginary creature

Its head and color its primary feature.


Because it waits to eat you.


Personal Life Lyrics: Incomplete

Love and procrastination.

Two concepts with terms of exclusion that have qualities of endearment with one another.

I mean, if you’ve read any of my previous entries you know that I love the arts and sciences (minus Chemistry, because Reasons; by Earth Wind and Fire. Perhaps the irony of this comes from the group’s missing element and how it relates to my astrological sign, being a fixed water sign and all).

Bright Lights, Fancy Restaurants
Everything in this world that a man could want
I got a bank account bigger than the law should allow
Still I’m lonely now
Pretty Faces from the covers of a magazine
From their covers to my covers want to lay with me
Fame and Fortune still can’t find, just a grown man runnin’ out of time

Let’s get to the point.

My love life (pertaining to women) sucks more than the owl from the Tootsie Roll Pop commercial (only three licks and done son – in the voice of Dave Chappelle). I think this is in part of procrastination at its finest (and possibly my dislike for Chemistry) but I’m surely not lonely. Deep inside my soul lies the wisdom of Athena without being so frank in licking the Tootsie Roll Pop but with one drawback: I can be a sucker for starting something but not finishing it for a good while.

Turns out I’m not alone in this activity (while keeping it slightly kid friendly, metaphors are a fun tool for the wise).

Even though it seems I have everything
I don’t want to be a lonely fool
All of the women, all the expensive cars, all the money don’t amount to you
So I can make believe I have everything, but I can’t pretend that I don’t see
That without you girl my life is incomplete
Without you girl my life is incomplete

I mentioned Richard Feynman, Albert Einstein, Sir Issac Newton and Satyendra Nath Bose from previous entries. Physicists that used their love for applied mathematics to discover new concepts that expand our incomplete knowledge of our concretely known universe but here I must expand the introduction of pure mathematics with a quote from Feynman himself:

Physics is to math what sex is to masturbation. 

(I mean, he was quite charismatic. For a more modern term, he was lit af. Einstein was woke though but poor Newton bore no fruit from his tree. My boi Bose is just now getting some respect on his name – with a “t”, not a “k” because it is only fitting to do so.)

Here comes Kurt Godel (metaphorical hint of academic nastiness here) and his Incomplete Theorems

Your perfume, your sexy lingerie
Girl I remember it just like it was on yesterday
A Thursday you told me you had fallen in love, I wasn’t sure that I was
It’s been a year Winter, Summer, Spring and Fall
But being without you just ain’t livin’ ain’t livin’ at all
If I could travel back in time, I’d relive the days you were mine

Two theorems used to describe the platonic relationship between love and procrastination (in comparison to *Kevin Gates – 2 Phones: Read my post Academic Shade – Kevin Gates the Kitty of Uncertainty for more clarity).

(inserts two subset love songs from the same genre of music)

  1. If You Love Me -by Brownstone* (as a representation of the first theorem and love in general)
  2. Say It – by Tory Lanez* (as a representation of the second theorem and procrastination)

Even though it seems I have everything
I don’t want to be a lonely fool
All of the women, all the expensive cars, all of the money don’t amount to you
I can make believe I have everything, but I can’t pretend that I don’t see
That without you girl my life is incomplete
That without you girl

I’d like to be real with you, relationships are tough.

The chorus of Brownstone’s song makes it vividly clear:

If you love me, (say it)
If you trust me, (do it)
If you want me, (show it)
If you need me, (prove it)

Love is all of these conditions, similar to the first half of Godel’s Incompleteness Theorem. It is arithmetic! But unlike Mary J. Blige’s Love Without A Limit, there is a certain limit of arithmetic one can do until you are all cried out (by Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam).

For me, love is a formal consistent system. I have to be rational with it. After all, we were born from the language of it. A game of life (see Personal Life Lyrics: Demons). The language at times can be fuzzy, as empirical methods of creation have their inconsistencies in the reasons of progress but not the process of their elimination.

  • Can I prove whether or not this particular person likes me?
  • Just because the conditions set are true, does it make it so?
  • Am I wrong to feel suspicious of this feeling?

Godel’s First Incompleteness Theorem unveils the self-doubt that is the value of the undetermined.

I just can’t help lovin’ you
But I loved you much too late
I’d give anything and everything to hear you say, that you’ll stay

The second half of Godel’s Incompleteness Theorem circumvents the first. Procrastination has a tendency to do that. I know that once you start something, you must finish it but in love, you have so many inconsistencies in the consistent system that make up such a relationship.

The value of the undetermined makes one stop their continuous progress and withhold it for another period of time.

You gon’ have to do more than just (say it)
You gon’ have to do less when you (do it)
Tell mama you know I (show it)
Always want you to (prove it)

You question the value of love through procrastination. If love is arithmetic, then procrastination is the inequality that leaves me alone as a single variable.

But there is just one unique thing about the limits of provability – you are one of many single variables, each with their own intents and purpose.

Even though it seems I have everything
I don’t want to be a lonely fool
All of the women, all of the expensive cars, all of the money don’t amount to you
(you can have it all) I can make believe I have everything,
but I can’t pretend that I don’t see (Just give me my baby)
That without you girl my life is incomplete

I desire to have relations here, analogous in the comparison to love and procrastination as provability is to probability.

In a loving relationship (either being Lovers and Friends by Usher, Jon, and Luda or Forever My Lady by Jodeci – without judging K-Ci and Mary J Blige’s relationship) the Libra scales symbolically come into play with measuring the ethics of love and the morals that constitute the connection.

In the case of relationship goals, there are many subjective ratios:

  • 30/70 (possibly a ratio dealing with the man of the house being the primary income, with the lady staying at home)
  • 60/40 (possibly a ratio dealing with the premise that the man is the king and the woman is a close second. If you’ve played chess, the queen is the lioness and the king only moves once on any square)
  • 50/50 (1/2 or equivalent distribution)

A lifetime is all that I need (quoting Prophet Jones*) honestly. With this in mind, why bother with the moments of love when you have a lifetime to do something else and come to it at another time, expanding the knowledge you have of that concept with newer knowledge from something else learned (being a Part Time Lover by H-Town)?

This philosophy is what these great minds had in common with one another. The waiting game without set time constraints but with limits nonetheless. Time is the variable that has no set value that we can predict after all – particularly with the genius that is progress. All we can do is speculate with objective reasoning aligned with subjective idealism.

Even though it seems I have everything
I don’t want to be a lonely fool
All of the women, all the expensive cars, all the money don’t amount to you
So I can make believe I have everything, but I can’t pretend that I don’t see
That without you girl my life is incomplete
Without you girl
Without you girl
Without you girl you girl my life is incomplete
Without you girl you girl my life is incomplete
Oh yeah
My life is incomplete
Oh yeah, yeah

Is it promiscuous to say that love and procrastination to those that have a passion to learn new things tend to not be the happiest of people? Satisfaction leaves contentment for the moment (for a brief period of time) but there is still an unfilled void that yearns for complete fulfillment. Whether it is the creation of a new study (Feynman/Quantum Electrodynamics), a theory of everything (Einstein/Theory of General Relativity), a fundamental force (Newton/Gravity), or a particle that makes up matter (Bose/Bosen or God Particle), they are pieces of an incomplete framework and it keeps one searching for the rest of the pieces to develop the whole frame. It’s experimentation with particular aspects and components to discover what works and what doesn’t (procrastination), then deciding whether or not to run with the good, the bad, and the ugly as a permanent fixture of your life’s achievements (love).

I take it stroke by stroke, coming undone.







KEEP IT 100: Chapter 5

Clearly, we have a problem.

A dilemma

A conflict so old and ancient

That it predates God’s creation

When He said

Let there be light.

Color never stood a chance.

A slave to perception from a conscious entity

That abuses it with such


The horrors that we have done with such an ambiguous thing

That meant us no harm

But the harm we have inflicted towards it.




They engulf it unequivocally.

But one thing it didn’t have

Was life.

Now, we live in opposition.

When we could one day be like the light

Shining so bright.