Once upon a time, I had visions of being in a scene depicted in the video below. Picture a younger Taboo in a smoky jazz club on spouting poetry to the sounds of some sexy jazz music. Now realize that said younger Taboo was/is actually a very shy person who’s writing is not so much suited to that environment. I could be wrong about the writing, but doubtful. At any case, 1997 brought a movie which encapsulated the scene I’ve just described pretty well. That movie is Love Jones, starring Larenz Tate & Nia Long (mmm, sexy), & I still dig on that movie a whole lot if not the scene it’s set in. The scene below may or may not seem sexy to you, but in it’s own way, it does for me. Regardless, enjoy Larenz’s Darius Lovehall as he recites “A Blues for Nina(Brotha to the night)”.
Haven’t done one of these in a minute, so I’d figured I’d do one while I thought about. Coincidentally, that kinda fits the ‘theme’ for this one. I present to you two equally sexy songs(in my opinion) that could play like a question and answer. As I’m thinking about it, there’s one or two other songs that could fit into this but I’ll just keep it to these two. I hope you enjoy:
George Howard – Do I Ever Cross Your Mind*
Jill Scott – Cross My Mind
I was just thinking about you
Wondering if you wear the same cologne
Smelled good
On you
Had the next boyfriend of mine try the same kind
But it stunk on him though.
You know what they say everything ain’t for everybody.
But I tried anyway.
You sure did smell good.
[Chorus:]
You just running cross my mind
[x3]
You had that masculine thing DOWN
Shoulders, back straight never sloping never round
It would turn me on just to see you walk into a room, across the room, out of the room.
You really impressed me.
Eh yeah
[Chorus:]
You just running cross my mind
[x3]
I know if I pick up this phone, write this letter send this two way.
I know I’m gonna say some things, I know you gonna say some things
That we both don’t mean to say
Like…how amazing…how amazing…
When you would spread my limbs cross continents
Bump our bed way over mountains.
Kiss this and this and this and this and this and this and this and this and this and that.
Show each other where the climax is at.
You just running cross my mind
[x3]
I was just thinking about you, wondering what you doing I mean what you’ve been up to
I know its wrong feeling this strong let me take a second minute I will think this thing through
I was just thinking about you, wondering what you doing I mean what you’ve been up to
I know its wrong feeling this strong let me take a second minute I will think this thing through
Remember all the moments for two, how we used to
Oh yeah
But the reality honestly…you where never good for me and I was never good for you.
I just remember what we used to do….
(Lyrics via azlyrics.com)
Home is not just four walls you reside between. It’s more than that or not that at all.
Home is a place, this is true. A place of security, warmth and happiness. A place where all of the troubles of the world at large cannot penetrate. A place of wonder & excitement that could be within your mind or no where near your place of residence. It could be within the arms of a loved one or the thoughts of someone you care about.
Home could very well be in the throes of passion. It could be in a voice or a book that takes you somewhere & frees you from constraints.
Home is a place where you belong, where you are loved & sustained.
Home could be a smell that makes you smile & calls you back when it knows you need it.
Home could be a sound that soothes or the music that moves you.
Home is what you make of it or what you make it from. Just make sure you have one to go to.
(This post probably should have been done a few days ago for National Poetry Day)
When I was a younger Taboo, I kept a journal. I also kept another notebook(both I still have) on the side that had various notes, poems, and whatever my little bit that my sanity (or lack thereof) felt needed to be there. I remember going to the campus library to look for poems. Didn’t happen that often, but when it did, it was cool. Side note: yes, I’ve been a nerdy, shy person for a long time if you hadn’t figured that out by now. Anyway, one particular trip, could have been the first one, I ran across a book with poems from various poets. As I was thumbing through the pages, I came across one that really resonated with me. It still does, actually. You see, back then, I was shy as I’ve already said. I’ve had a few unrequited loves during my young life. During that time, and prior, I wrote poems and stories based on how I was feeling at the moment. Oddly enough, the strongest, most fluid time of writing for me was when I was sad or angry. Apparently, some things don’t change. When I saw this poem, I immediately felt it and just as quickly copied for posterity as I did with a few poems at the time.
Flash forward to this past October 8th. When I found out that it was National Poetry day in the UK, I thought to post one of my favorites here in honor of the day. Well, that didn’t happen but I still wanted to post something. The thing is, when I searched for the poem in question, “I loved you…” by Alexander Pushkin, it was different from what I remember. Still beautiful, but different. Reason being, i’m guessing, is because it was translated from Russian. So here for your enjoyment are a couple of versions of said poem.
I loved you; even now I may confess, Some embers of my love their fire retain; But do not let it cause you more distress, I do not want to sadden you again. Hopeless and tongue-tied, yet I loved you dearly, With pangs the jealous and the timid know; So tenderly I loved you, so sincerely, I pray God grant another love you so.
I loved you, and I probably still do, And for a while the feeling may remain… But let my love no longer trouble you, I do not wish to cause you any pain. I loved you; and the hopelessness I knew, The jealousy, the shyness – though in vain - Made up a love so tender and so true As may God grant you to be loved again.
I loved you once: perhaps that love has yet To die down thoroughly within my soul; But let it not dismay you any longer; I have no wish to cause you any sorrow. I loved you wordlessly, without a hope, By shyness tortured, or by jealousy. I loved you with such tenderness and candor And pray God grants you to be loved that way again.
Ok, so it’s not the happiest of poems, but that’s what appealed to me at the time. And yes, there wasn’t much difference between them. It is something I could hope to say and mean to someone I cared about. I hope you’ve enjoyed it as well.
This lie belongs to you & no one else because I can’t take it from them.
I won’t have it from them as I want you.
Deeply. To believe this for the truth I wish it to truly be.
Mean it. Stare into my eyes with it. Press your lips to mine
& make me want more of your true lie. Quench my desire. Fuel my pleasure.
Make me wash in it to keep my thoughts pure for it.
I need this from you as I much as I need you.
Maybe even more, though this is no act of desperation.
This is a want that needs to have to have it.
Let me feed from it. Nourish my soul to keep it healthy. For the actual truth is painful but very much known, but I need to convince myself otherwise so that I can go on.
Which basically means I’m working to release some of the thoughts in my mind. Not an easy feat no matter how much you relax and let it flow. Especially when you have stuff that, on the surface, makes no sense….or does it.? Case in point:
You have taken over my senses. And since it’s this time, I thought I should tell you so. Because I want you to know, and don’t want to go away for letting this grow to much for me hold on to. I live by my feelings, which is bad and it hurts when it hurts crossing the jagged edged line into territory not mine to cross. But a far greater loss it would be, if I were to let things be and not be me. Because what you feel is important, you see, and paramount to me, so in this I can’t mess around.
Though my heart does resound, dropping and breaking touched to ground from this very dilemma. So I don’t ask for what I chose to ask with, but I ask for audience & plea. I wish no violence to your thought(s) or static like snow blinding the way you seek to go. I only want silence to my own fears by friendly whispers from you of what I’ve rought.
Who says love is not sexy? Not I, for sure. It’s been awhile for a Saturday sexy post for varying reasons. I hope to get back on track with them because I enjoy these posts as I do any other. Today’s sexy is courtesy of a cinematic retelling of a classic tale. I am, of course, speaking of Romeo & Juliet. I believe we have all heard, seen, and/or have had to read the tale of these star crossed lovers, so I won’t go into it. I remember not only having to read the play, but also my first exposure to the movie version back in high school. I also remember having a crush on the eternally beautiful Olivia Hussy (then 15) after seeing it. The clips below are representative of what I enjoyed about the Zeffirelli classic minus the love scene. reason being is that 1) you can’t really find a clean version of said love scene(though there is no actual sex, only the allusion of, which also can work well). And that might be because 2) being that Miss Hussey was only 15 at the time and with the landscape of the world today, the scene is probably considered child porn. It was cut from later pressings as I remember it and all that was shown was a quick shot of her bare bottom in the version I saw. So with that, please enjoy these scenes from the 1968 version*.
P.S. Yes, I am aware of the 1996 version with Leo Dicaprio. I’m just partial to this version.
P.P.S. By the by, you can watch the whole movie on Youtube starting here.
What is a youth? (party scene, first meeting)
Balcony scene – part 1
Balcony scene – part 2
* – Kind of hard to find one complete version of any scene now. My apologies.
I think here is where I shout out, “But wait, there’s more!”
When we last left our hero, he had just posted on a blog anniversary contest for the one, Bad Bad Girl. Well, there was another part to this awesome contest. Here are the details on it. Once upon a time(like about a month), I made a list of stuff I might have wanted from this site. Some of the stuff survives on in the list below. Some of it. I have interesting curiosities about the stuff that didn’t though. I leave it at that for now. And with that, I have since made a wishlist(that will be added to) on the site and you can see that here:
Confession: I have been checking out this site eXtremeRestraints.com for a little while now. You know, for research purposes. I have never been sure if I’d ever get anything from there(That has surely changed by now). So when the abso-sexy lady, Bad Bad Girl, recently announced a contest for her third year blogiversary, I jumped at it. Well, jumped at it in my terms, anyway. Why, you ask? Check out the contest details below:
How to get an entry (you can do both):
1. Post the details of the contest on your blog, saying something wonderful about me along with the list/links of prizes up for grabs. You will need this paragraph (from ‘Drawings’ to the last prize). (you must leave me a comment here so I know you did it)
2. Email me a picture wishing me a happy blog anniversary I will post it on my anniversary. badbadgirlx (at) gmail (dot) com (Nudity is greatly appreciated)
See, I’m easy. (As if you didn’t know!!) I MAY add a third way half way thru, stay tuned for that!
Here’s the things up for grabs and the fantastic vendors who are supplying some of the best, coolest and my favorite items.
Pretty cool huh?? I look forward to your posts and emails. I also hope you take the time to enter the contest for the grand prize. It’s big and awesome.
I will announce the winners on September 12th. Good luck!!
So umm, yea, I’m entering if for no other reason than to do so and it’s a cool dealkn. Well, that and to hopefully make a sexy lady happy. Granted, we don’t know other at all, but hey, why let that stop anything? So, if you are interested in the contest yourself, check out the above details. And even though I don’t know the lady well, I’ve lurked her site more than a few times, so I’m thinking of a very nice picture to try to make happen to send for her Blogiversary. Not sure it will happen, but I think she’d enjoy it in her mind provided no one else think of it. Anywhoo, go check the lady out and wish her a happy happy.
