PEN AND PAPER POINT

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Don’t you just get exhausted of the same damn things? Same clothes, same food, same light, same speech, same ringtone, same feeling, oh I just can’t! It is waaay too exhausting! Quite frankly, it wears me out terribly. So even with my coffee addiction, I have learnt to pump the breaks and throw a little chocolate and tea in between. I mean, at the end of the day, sanity is needed. Even the hair gets tired of black at some point and jumps off to grey.

Addiction is real but we might actually be addicted to complacency. You are sure tired of that zone but you just can’t breakaway because you do not want to try out what you are not used to. Funny thing is that you visualize the change every single minute but all you are good at is procrastinating.
You need to be tired of that man who calls you for a booty call every two weeks or month yet you do not talk about what you are doing and where it is going.

You need to be tired of that girl who strings you along without hope for a chance and you certainly need to be tired of that job that takes 2 years of your life and still leaves you at the point you started. Now, you can translate this however you want to suit areas of your life but make sure you get rid of boring. Change is always a plunge but it is exciting and it simply equates to life. I learnt that if you do not embrace change, then you are not living, you should die. Think about it, no need to waste airspace.

What’s my point? Get up and get something new, or someone perhaps 😉 I know I did. Ain’t nobody got time for plateau phases. According to Sydney J. Harris, our dilemma is that we hate change and love it at the same time; what we really want is for things to remain the same but get better. This is some twisted truth! But I still hold it down for George C. Lichtenberg who says “I cannot say whether things will get better if we change; what I can say is that they must change if they are to get better”.

Enough said! Do what you gotta do. In today’s Pen and Paper Point, we feature the gorgeous and sexy Rita Ora’s track R.I.P. Apart from being fashion forward, this lovely British queen has a very sexy voice to get you out of the boring zone. Best believe. This track is an adventure of self, an exciting expedition that helps you get your own attention. As you get the words right, I will leave you with one statement. BE DARING! Mwaa!

“R.I.P.” By Rita Ora
(feat. Tinie Tempah)
[Rita Ora – Chorus]
R.I.P. to the girl you used to see
Her days are over, baby she’s over
I decided to give you all of me
Baby come closer, baby come closer

[Tinie Tempah]
Sexy senorita, I feel your aura
Jump out that new motor
Get in my flying saucer
I’ll make you call me daddy
Even though you ain’t my daughter
Baby I ain’t talking books
When I say that I can take you across the borders
I’m young and free, I’m London G
I’m tongue in cheek
So baby give me some time to drink
Slow and steady for me
Go on like a jezzy for me
And say the words soon as you’re ready for me

[Rita Ora]
I’m ready for ya
Hit ’em all, switch it up
Put ’em on, zip it up
Let my perfume, soak into your sweater
Say you’ll be here soon, sooner the better
No option for, you saying no
I run this game, just play a role
Follow my lead, what you waiting for?
Thought it over and decided tonight is your night

[Pre-Chorus]
Ca-a-an you fe-e-el my He-he-he-he-heart is beatin’
Ca-a-an you fe-e-el my He-he-he-he-heart is beatin’

[Chorus]
R.I.P. to the girl you used to see
Her days are over, baby she’s over
(I-I-I’m ready for ya)
I decided to give you all of me
Baby come closer, baby come closer
(I-I-I’m ready for ya)

[Rita Ora]
Nothing on, I strut around
I do it big, I shut it down
I wonder if you’ll be able to handle me
Mental pictures, no cameras please

[Pre-Chorus]
Ca-a-an you fe-e-el my He-he-he-he-heart is beatin’
Ca-a-an you fe-e-el my He-he-he-he-heart is beatin’

[Chorus]
R.I.P. to the girl you used to see
Her days are over, baby she’s over
(I-I-I’m ready for ya)
I decided to give you all of me
Baby come closer, baby come closer
(I, I, I’m ready for ya)

[Bridge]
Yeah I hear you talking
Don’t know who you trying to flatter
Got my mind made up (I, I, I’m ready for ya)
I’m in control, but with you being a man,
You don’t seem to understand (I, I, I’m ready for ya)
I, I, I’m ready for ya
I, I, I’m ready for ya
So keep thinking you the man
Cause it’s all part of my plan
I, I, I’m ready for ya

[Pre-Chorus]
Ca-a-an you fe-e-el my He-he-he-he-heart is beatin’
Ca-a-an you fe-e-el my He-he-he-he-heart is beatin’

[Outro]
R.I.P. to the girl you used to see
Her days are over

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FITTED FIRE

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Corner commotion
In truth I sail,
Somewhat, denial disease
Glancing options
My courage is frail
This tension’s desire is to be released
Are you thinking what I am thinking?
Is there a flame existing?

My roving eyes picture the task of your hand
Its proficiency in the arena of my body
Its strides along the contours of my silhouette
But pause, this is grand
Is your mind tuned to such a potential story?
I wish I could be correct
Are you thinking what I am thinking?
Is there a flame existing?

So I spotted a couch
And now your stature lingers on it
Should I be prepared of an unidentified revelation?
What if we land on the same approach?
Will there be fire with no exit?
Incredible relation
Are you thinking what I am thinking?
Is there a flame existing?

Steamy Jacuzzi,
Overflowing drinks that pour
Smooth, silky skin
My mind on overtime and its crazy!
Maybe its almost the hour?
imagination spin
Are you thinking what I am thinking?
Is there a flame existing?

PEN AND PAPER POINT!

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Fear is a liar! It sits right beside the throne of lies. It is always a question of what if I don’t? What if I do? Because the inevitable is that there is always a means to get there. If there is a smooth sail means, then it should be well-chronicled, I will wait!

But see I have learned that the greatest fear is not whether we will achieve what we want to achieve but it is whether we can withstand the pain, the rough edges, the blades that cut through, the saws that grill, the heat that burns! Basically we fear to even get started, at least I do.

Recently I was with my friends climbing a hill, encroaching each of its path but I was left behind. Just as I was done with the phone call, I realized that no one was around, they had already made it to the other side so I heaved a major sigh, thinking of whether to retrace myself back to the starting point or whether to work through the bushy, pebbly, thorny terrain.

My intentions were totally undefined at that point. My thought train had enormous reservations. I was scared of the first step and the fact that I had to work through the raffles. So with every pant, I attempted to reposition my mentality so much so that I could identify a focus pull. So when I finally heard familiar voices, I realized I was almost there. So what was I scared about again?? of beginning and feeling the pain of the means, which clearly didn’t kill me.

Franklin D. Roosevelt once said that the only thing that we have to fear is fear itself. Probably because it robs us off our capabilities. What drives me though in this essence is Marianne Williamson’s popular quote that Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, ‘Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?’ Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God.

So roll around in that mad, get over those momentary life slaps and make up your mind about what you want to do, that way fear will never stand your sight. Know yourself and know the enemy in your battles and fight to the very end. At least Andre Gide affirmed this by saying that there are very few monsters who warrant the fear we have of them.

Today’s edition covers Mariah Carey’s Make it Happen. Absolutely amazing piece that lets you know that where you are makes sense. This beautiful songstress wrote the beautiful lyrics alongside David Cole and Robert Clivillés and no doubt it numbs all my fears. Enjoy the lyrics as they speak to your soul!

MAKE IT HAPPEN By Mariah Carey

Not more than three short years ago
I was abandoned and alone
Without a penny to my name
So very young and so afraid
No proper shoes upon my feet
Sometimes I couldn’t even eat
I often cried myself to sleep
But still I had to keep on going
Never knowing if I could take it
If I would make it through the night
I held on to my faith
I struggled and I prayed
And now I’ve found my way

(Chorus)
If you believe in yourself enough
And know what you want
You’re gonna make it happen
Make it happen
And if you get down on your knees at night
And pray to the Lord
He’s gonna make it happen
Make it happen

I know life can be so tough
And you feel like giving up
But you must be strong
Baby just hold on
You’ll never find the answers
If you throw your life away
I used to feel the way you do
Still I had to keep on going
Never knowing if I could take it
If I would make it through the night
I held on to my faith
I struggled and I prayed
And now I’ve finally found my way

(Chorus)

I once was lost
But now I’m found
I got my feet
On solid ground
Thank you Lord
If you believe
Within your soul
Just hold on tight
And don’t let go
You can make it
Make it happen

(Chorus)

PRICELESS GIFT

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A woman, a clear spectacle of the truth
A true vision of love
The sound of reality
The case that wins without proof
The submission that is above
The true sense of totality

Her sent sings away your sorrows
The sight of her undermines rays of the sun
and still she is able to attempt all abilities
Her touch signals an eternal hero
She is the reason you should be a man
Curves for days and for eternity

Her voice truly saves the world or intends to for that matter,
No doubt, she is a healer
A consistent and conventional lover
She collects all the scatters
Believe her because she is a believer
Ask Alicia, she is on fire.

Modern trend
Her gesture epic
Something like a wonder to discover
She is a mother, a sister, a wife, a worker, a singer, who for you, her rules bend,
Her being, symbolic
She is steadfast, rarely waivers.

PEN AND PAPER POINT!

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She struts in the unfamiliar but classy restaurant trying to be less obvious as she heads towards this mystery man. The black cap was not enough to cover his grey hair and oh my, she knew that was going to be a damn long night. Not that she was interested in entertaining his abominable desires, her fierce outfit signaled that she was there to make a hefty business deal.

His sort of heavy figure did not stop him from pulling a seat for the lovely lass an the glimmer on his golden watch when she stretched for the forced hug was almost like an introduction to the caliber of men he represents in the society. His smile was definitely a language of lust but she was in for a common one. Her phone rang and it was not one you could pity her for, it demanded his respect. Obviously his ego was sidelined and he attempted to bring it back by holding her hand and giving her a jump start for her order.

She slid her soft and blinged hand out of his tempted grip and leaned towards him to blurt out, “so is it a deal or not? Because I have another business meeting in the next 20 minutes and I need to drive as fast as possible…” He was in denial, but I am sure he knew he was playing out of position. That was neither his league nor his season. One could tell that his disappointment was massive and he could only thrive on pretense, which had a short life span. Especially because it died right when she told the waiter that she only needed a glass of sparkling water. And since he dilly dallied on his position on the deal, hoping for a pro-longed conversation that would lead to the booked hotel room, this lass strutted out just the way she came in because on all the things that she had no time for, disrespect topped the list.

Man oh man! It was never meant to be personal anyway especially with the line up of female clients who would be on the streets late that night for his type of “business”. I think I am more upset with women or ladies who trade their “southern flower” for money or a treat than I am with men who think that any female falls in that category. That southern flower should not be a currency but a means of pleasure given and taken in the right way. I mean if you are gonna get laid ladies make sure it is your mind and hormones that control that, not some stupid desperation show! You should want it not need it. You need to call the shots and make it a mutual prerogative. Maybe if a little more of us showed that side, more of these men would know their lanes, leagues and seasons. And maybe, just maybe, marriages could be saved, but this is definitely a topic for another day.

This brings me to this edition of Pen and Paper Point. Shout out to all my independent ladies! A man will only respect you if you show him you deserve the respect. Not that ‘Team mafisi” (Team of hyenas) off the hook! No transaction for the southern flower please. Work legitimately for your money and let him keep his. Anyway, I will leave the rest of my sentiments to be felt from Destiny’s Child’s straight to the point track, Independent Women. Written by Beyoncé Knowles, Cory Rooney , Samuel Barnes and Jean-Claude Olivier, this powerful track was released in September 14, 2000 but it still makes sense this day. Enjoy 😉

INDEPENDENT WOMEN

Lucy Liu… with my girl, Drew… Cameron D. and Destiny
Charlie’s Angels, Come on
Uh uh uh

Question: Tell me what you think about me
I buy my own diamonds and I buy my own rings
Only ring your cell-y when I’m feelin lonely
When it’s all over please get up and leave
Question: Tell me how you feel about this
Try to control me boy you get dismissed
Pay my own fun, oh and I pay my own bills
Always 50/50 in relationships

The shoes on my feet
I’ve bought it
The clothes I’m wearing
I’ve bought it
The rock I’m rockin’
‘Cause I depend on me
If I wanted the watch you’re wearin’
I’ll buy it
The house I live in
I’ve bought it
The car I’m driving
I’ve bought it
I depend on me
(I depend on me)

All the women who are independent
Throw your hands up at me
All the honeys who makin’ money
Throw your hands up at me
All the mommas who profit dollas
Throw your hands up at me
All the ladies who truly feel me
Throw your hands up at me

Girl I didn’t know you could get down like that
Charlie, how your Angels get down like that
Girl I didn’t know you could get down like that
Charlie, how your Angels get down like that

Tell me how you feel about this
Who would I want if I would wanna live
I worked hard and sacrificed to get what I get
Ladies, it ain’t easy bein’ independent
Question: How’d you like this knowledge that I brought
Braggin’ on that cash that he gave you is to front
If you’re gonna brag make sure it’s your money you flaunt
Depend on noone else to give you what you want

The shoes on my feet
I’ve bought it
The clothes I’m wearing
I’ve bought it
The rock I’m rockin’
‘Cause I depend on me
If I wanted the watch you’re wearin’
I’ll buy it
The house I live in
I’ve bought it
The car I’m driving
I’ve bought it
I depend on me
(I depend on me)

All the women who are independent
Throw your hands up at me
All the honeys who makin’ money
Throw your hands up at me
All the mommas who profit dollas
Throw your hands up at me
All the ladies who truly feel me
Throw your hands up at me

Girl I didn’t know you could get down like that
Charlie, how your Angels get down like that
Girl I didn’t know you could get down like that
Charlie, how your Angels get down like that

Destiny’s Child
Wassup?
You in the house?
Sure ’nuff
We’ll break these people off Angel style

Child of Destiny
Independent beauty
Noone else can scare me
Charlie’s Angels

Woah
All the women who are independent
Throw your hands up at me
All the honeys who makin’ money
Throw your hands up at me
All the mommas who profit dollas
Throw your hands up at me
All the ladies who truly feel me
Throw your hands up at me

Girl I didn’t know you could get down like that
Charlie, how your Angels get down like that
{repeat until fade}

SMOKING GUN

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Finally, It was found
Beyond a shadow of a doubt
The reason
The meaning of crimson
Legs locked, back slouched
My sight got hold of of what pounced
The reason for my sulk
I identified it in bulk
All that while, it crept
It was something that denied me of myself

Oh yes, it had a holder
Older
I tapped into what vulnerablized me
One, two, three
Bullets I embody
Still healing with the sorry
But he can never be sorry enough
He played with it, he was rough
It was perfect for the aim
I did not move, it is me I blame

It was always a message
Always a secret for wastage
I missed the mark
but I have a point of remark
Discovery
The end of a story
It was born a tool
I killed it with the truth
I owed myself that
My regards

It resembles the user
with an attitude of the brewer
Who brewed and brewed
Until I was suddenly misunderstood
Oh yes, I played detective
I mean, I had to be aggressive
It was turned to be viral
Effects were brutal
I found it, I am all smiles
I can look at myself in the mirror for awhile!

FASHION FLASH CARDS

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Trying to figure out what to wear on that first date?

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Well that fever should be over because I got you sorted with some ideas.

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Trying too hard always makes you miss the point.

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Ladies and gentlemen with all due fashion respect, let your eyes do the walking!

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Psst..ladies no chipped polish or funny make up please!Simple is perfect.

PEN AND PAPER POINT!

Kirk Franklin

Its like I am thirsty but am allergic to water, like I am drowning but am comfortable losing breath, like I am choking and I want to stuff my throat with stones, like I am bleeding and I am streamlined to swim in my pool of blood. My strength to constantly tell you guys how I miss you was taken away at some point but it is gradually coming back. Anyway, I hope it is not too late to say Happy New Year!

I am back, officially and I will never leave your sight again. Okay, I am done with the mushy shiznit. I don’t know about you but I want to be in control not to be controlled. I want to live not to exist. I want to explore not to be a lab rat. I want to conquer not to be stalled. Basically, I want to run my own colony and experience the feeling of constant authority. I just want to be happy.

I have the right to happiness. I am entitled to it and I will ensure I siphon every bit of it. I do not need permission to be happy, I can paint happiness on every wall I see. I can cling to it like a baby bear does to its mother. I can use it to create light in the dark, it is only a click away anyway. I can use it as a weapon to fight negativity. Happiness is my purpose and I purpose to be happy. Most importantly, I am generous enough to extend it to you.

This year’s first edition of Pen and Paper Point makes happiness sense with the lovely Kirk Franklin. He is like the most effective inspirational instrument in the gospel world. Well, Halelluya! The joy in me has risen. The first time I had the song “I Just wanna be happy”, everything around me froze, and the emotional and psychological quagmire I was facing were totally disintegrated. I can never get enough of it.

From the album “Losing my Religion”, the song was released in 2015. And yes! it deserves to not only be nominated for the Grammy Awards, Best Gospel Song Performance category but to also win. He wrote the words like an emotional surgeon, who cuts through cautiously to heal you. To understand what I am talking about, have a blast with the lyrics ;-*

I JUST WANNA BE HAPPY BY KIRK FRANKLIN
The truth can hurt you
Or the truth can change you
What would truth do to you

I just wanna be happy
But if I keep on doing the things
That keep on bringing me pain
There’s no one else I can blame
If I’m not happy
Wasted time but now I can see
The biggest enemy, it was me
So I’m not happy

Cry yourself to sleep
Shout and raise your hands
It won’t change a thing child
Until you understand
(Preach)

If you’re tired of being the same
If you’re tired of things not changing
It’s time for you to get out the way
Don’t get stuck in how you feel
Say Jesus take the wheel
He knows the road that you need to take
(But it only works if)
If you wanna be happy
(Look at yourself and say)
Don’t you wanna be happy
I just wanna be happy

But if I keep on giving my heart
For people to tear apart
The healing will never start
So I can be happy
Will I ever be happy

Cry yourself to sleep
Shout and raise your hands
It won’t change a thing child
Until you understand

(If I’m talking to you now say)
If you’re tired of being the same
If you’re tired of things not changing
It’s time for you to get out the way
(You been down too long)
Don’t get stuck in how you feel
Say Jesus take the wheel
He knows the road that you need to take
(I feel different right here)
It’s so easy to complain
Addicted to the pain
You give your heart, they push it away
(But I got good news for ya)
Jesus knows just how you feel
Just let Him take the wheel
The love you need, He already gave
(But the question is)
Do you wanna be happy
(If you’re tired of you then say)
I just wanna be happy
(Now if you really mean that, open up your heart and say it)

Let me hear you say yeah
Yeah yeah
(If you’re tired of going in circles)
Let me hear you say yeah
Yeah yeah
(Tired of making the same mistakes)
Let me hear you say yeah
Yeah yeah
(But now’s your chance)
Let me hear you say yeah
(Say yeah)
Yeah yeah

If you’re tired of being the same
If you’re tired of things not changing
It’s time for you to get out the way
(Are you ready, come on)
Don’t get stuck in how you feel
Say Jesus take the wheel
(Won’t He do it)
He knows the road that you need to take
(So easy to complain)
It’s so easy to complain
(Come on)
Addicted to the pain
You give your heart, they push it away
(There’s somebody that’ll never leave ya)
Jesus knows just how you feel
Just let Him take the wheel
The love you need, He already gave
(But the question is)
Do you wanna be happy
(Took a long time but I’m ready)
I just wanna be happy
(Thank you Lord, every day ask yourself)
Do you wanna be happy
(Yes, pull over, let him drive)
I just wanna be happy

PERFECT SIN

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Thoughts locked in miasma
Touches escorting the outburst alarm
Guilty pleasures seeking recognition
Beautiful charisma
The urge to ask Adam
why the attractive potion comes with poison

Fully naked within
with fully dressed sights
Destructive desire
The dirt wipes me clean
Temptation’s plight
Unorthodox choir

Dimmed lights for somehow ever
Trickles of specific sweat
Queer indulgence
Stupid emotions, almost clever
Hot and wet
Addictive fragrance

Ashamedly at the mercy of a crystal ball
Looking for a reason without a doubt
succeeding in a mess
Expressing the beginning of the fall
Am I in or out
Forbidden express