feat. Geo Herriman

The famous Goerge "Geo" Herriman is one of the best comic book cartoonist/illustrators of all time.  Creator of Krazy Kat and Ignatz has inspired me to emerge as an artist through laughter while giving me a great insight on politics during his time and pure art.  Not too many people of my generation know who he is and its such a shame, a man who raised alot of racial debate because he was African American but no one knew for he looked Caucasian (yup even his death certificate said so when he wasn't...crazy, huh?)  The language within itself is genius.  Herriman mixed almost 5-6 different languages to create this comic's dialogue.  I sometimes find myself reading them out loud, imitating then laughing because of how it sounds.  This cartoon was a pure vision nurtured from the ground up and was probably the first cartoon to die with its creator instead of someone continuing it.  He caught the attention of artists like Andy Warhol and has become an idol to many.  I have all his Krazy Kat and Ignatz comic books...i love reading them over and over again.  If you have never read one look him up..get a comic of his, you wont regret it...find out more about Herriman here: Geo Herriman

Dedication: to my future love

dear future love,
this is my perfect love life..i want the nerdy love when you have fun doing the stupidest, corniest things because you're that comfortable with me..i want that bad relationship..a man who can put himself together during anytime that knows how to represent me...the couple everyone looks at like "they are THAT couple" its a balance..my love will be THIS balance, let us be this balance:

xoxo,
your future love,
Butta

Dedication: Von Brown

ok so i came across this video and it automatically reminded me of Von lol just because of how long it took him 2 even tell me he liked me....yes Von your a jerk for that...how long was it like 2-3 years smh...but i dedicated this video to him

Dedication: just trying to find my way

im feeling a bit lost these days..even when i think that im getting grounded to the cement of the sidewalks, it all seems to crash again-i hate when people that have come-now go..but like i say not everyone is meant to stay in my life nor i in theres..recently lost someone dear who i thought was here to stay...guess judgements were wrong and he decided that i wasnt meant to be in his... it was a beautiful blessing having experienced a companionship like RS's...

::random thought:: Dedication-Missing Him

kinda hate missing Karlon.  been trying to forget about him this summer with the way things ended up between us; unsolved--distant, not right at all...yet i still find myself finding certain things about him in other people, constantly reminding myself of him and how happy we were before all the mistrust--me and my boy Darwin had a convo the other day about him extending a hand and how he thinks he really feels that Karlon likes me, i do to--but idk if its enough for us to fix 'us' or if there even is an 'us' to fix--being confused isnt the best thing, especially when we're both confusing as it is.  i wish he'd just tell me what was going through his head so i knew hwther or not it was even worth thinking about...

"Eager Footsteps"

havent written a new poem in almot 3weeks. this was inspired by 'my devoted reader' Chris Chunn and is also my first villanelle ever:

in the hall outside my bedroom
the dust brushes against the floorboards
the dogs nails peel the backs off of wood crawlers

silent lies echo downstairs
reaching the shine of his jingling keys
in the hall outside my bedroom

where is he going as the clock hits 3
(where are my glasses)twenty-four, am?
the dogs nails peel the backs off wood crawlers

unscrewing of a pen top to place pen to paper
paper to the refrigerator door
in the hall outside my bedroom

the shattering of his glass heart is heard
from the outside of our house
and the dogs nails peel the backs off of wood crawlers

as I move to the middle of the bed
a fort of pillows on the outside will keep you from coming
to the hall outside my bedroom, again
no dreams of you as the dogs nails peel the back off the wood crawlers


-Butta Love, the provocative verbalist

"Love is Being Made"

Courtesy of Beauty.Dirty.Rich



I want him to trail his fingers from my head to my feet. I never want him to rush into what I want to last forever. I don't want him to stop kissing me down the structure that makes my back arch, so allow yourself to start... breathing... hard on the back of my neck. Play with my ears, whisper a secret that only I should hear. Don't... stop... breathing; not until I say so. I want your breath to become mine when I kiss you. Deeper and deeper will you look into my eyes as your hands travel lower and lower exploring to discover every curve of my body. Allow yourself to sculpt a masterpiece with me- permission is given. Don't... stop... breathing; bite my ankles with your fingers, kiss my thighs with your tongue, allow my heart to race alongside yours. I don't need proof that you love me because you have shown me over and over again--with passionate days that have passed us, you have showed me over and over again. Press your nails into my waist... and now close your eyes. Let me feel you grasp on to me as if I was born to be your greatest gift-

Dedicated to Karlon.

With Love, your Buttafinga


Courtesy of Your Beautiful Rescue

Apologies in the Dark

Courtesy of Danz from Flickr



::dedication to Karlon Low::

I think you have forgotten me and everything I am

And for once in my life,

I’m stuck with no words—

So I’m going to say what comes to mind when I think of you now…

You felt punched in your mind because you thought I didn’t comprehend,

My oatmeal cookie-

Look at me—

I SAID LOOK AT ME-

I didn’t mean it

I didn’t mean to tear your heart out from under your feet,

The soul from your hands.

I didn’t mean to put your heart on a cinder block

waiting for the executioner to divinely split it into thousands of pieces,

and now my mind wont function and my heart beat decreases

I was selfish

and now—

I am here-

Screaming out loud-

And claiming my crime.

I don’t know what else to say

I don’t know what else more to do

And every where I look---there’s the spitting image of you

Time’s pushed you away from me

And has led me 2 think you will no longer view me the same—

My voice is the shattered glass on your kitchen floor.

Will you ever touch me or kiss me again?

My breaths are no longer meaningful and if it’s possible for tears to overflow, I’ve done it

I just want it to go back to the magnolia cookies and the sweet hot chocolates that tasted like you to come back into our lives-

You made me unicorn sandwiches when I thought they didn’t exist

All the laughs, jokes, happiness is what re-entered our lives-yet I’m convinced you don’t want to see them anymore…

You make me suffer for what the last did, but still-

I don’t want you to become the reflection of perfection that I once had

Because in reality, I still want that perfection that comes from your heart because it was the only thing pure that flowed perfectly with mine.

And I wish I could be that smile that once led you to paradise

And you my flashlight that kept me from being afraid of the dark

I’ve told you my deepest darkest secret, a gift from me to you

Take risks to have a chance—

And I promise I will only ask for one.

I want you to--

read me that bedtime story that you said you would

I still want a chance to make you fall in love with me

Because I know I can-

Don’t leave me in the dark

Forgiveness is one of the most virtuous actions in our lives

And I just want back our romantic nights—

Only if you breathe and let me become one with you, once more-

That’s all I ask—

Is once more.

-Butta Love, the provocative verbalist

MOMMY

I wanted to take the time to wish my very lovely mother a happy birthday.  I am happy that God has blessed us all with another year with her in my families lives :).  May you live til your 120, Mami, love you.

9-11 Victims and Families

I remember being in the 6th grade when this tragic event happened, hearing it on the loud speaker & being asked that everyone join in prayer, being picked up by my mother and watching it on the news the entire day.  It has been 8 years and still, it touches us all. R.I.P. to all the victims and blessings to all the family and friends who are still coping.

R.I.P.

So today is my friend Steven's funeral..as some of you may already know, he passed in the Columbia Presbyterian Hospital Sunday morning after being shot in Harlem.  I just wanted to take the time to acknowledge my friends life.   He was a remarkable person who always believed that one day he would be able to stop living the life he did.  Even though he died in the game, his spirit lives on & he will always be remembered.  I love you Steven, & he was one of the few men that I knew who wasn't afraid to risk his life for his lifestyle.

R.I.P. Steven "Zigg Zagg" Rosario

"KELLY" poem

Baby, you had me besought, I don’t even have to wonder if what your showing me is real and even if we were a thousand miles away you would still feel the same.  Kelly, you turn my darkness into light with a kiss, have my sadness disappear with a touch and I don’t even know why I’ve let you have such a hold on me, why I care for you so much.

All those other guys I used to talk to don’t interest me anymore, they don’t compare to you because I know you’ll give me your all and more.  Kelly, you’ve always told me all or nothing and you let me know that it’s worth me falling for something.  I never saw you coming, never saw me feeling for another man so much or so fast and when you look at me, you make me feel like you were my first and would be my last.  But you see, some girls get lost between two, but I knew I made the right choice when our paths crossed and at the end God led me to you.

I have yet to find another like you because I stopped searching when I realized the one I had in front of me was real and true.  I’m not new to this.  Emotions have been abused, my heart stomped on, my mind twisted with- but when I’m with you nothing else matters.  Kelly, everyday you offer me something new.  You gave me courage to care for you yesterday, gave me the peace of mind to know you’ll always be there today and the strength that I would need to fall in love with you tomorrow.

They say the world is designed to break your heart but you had something to clear that all up, healed my heart; I swear you worked like Theraflu when you cleared all my pain up.  My last taught me about commitment but you taught me patience, what it feels like to fall for someone from scratch again, to start from the bottom, from the roots-

You stand out from all the guys; I see the whole galaxy, like a million stars where shining through your eyes.  We worked on our friendship building up our trust, never allowing any part of our relationship to be built on lust.  Baby if you were hurting I want to be the first to know.  Crying?  Want to be the first one to wipe your tears.  Scared?  Want to be the first one to help you overcome your fears.

We do everything together to the point that when we sleep we breathe together, flow to the same rhythm when we make ecstatic love together.  You see Kelly, your not perfect but your imperfections are for me to see, their what makes you perfectly perfect for me.

-Butta Love, the provocative verbalist

 

**So I finally found the poem that I had wrote for my boyfriend, Kelly.  He's something else.  We go through our ups& downs but at the end we've had more ups than downs & our bond is like no other.  Every time I look at him, I hope that "we" are meant to be. Love You babes

R.I.P. always remembered

R.I.P. Butta, my brother, my best friend..with all this emotional rollercoasters i almost forgot the day you passed away. i love you, -vii.xxvi.mmiv (July 26, 2004)

text message with Francisco

Francisco: :you've given me so much useful info i really appreciate it

Butta Love: :ur welcome, thats what i'm here for

Francisco: :your doing a great job I feel comfortable with you there helping me

Butta Love: :well i have to make you feel comfortable, wouldnt like you feeling awkward.i'll show you the ropes

Francisco: :cool i trust you, i put myself in your hands.show me good not bad

Butta Love: :i feel like a mentor..who shall lead you to good with a twist of temptation lol

Francisco: :you can show me some temptation, just not 2 much ;)

Butta Love: : lol FOCUS