Unknown

How is it that your surrounded by so many Loved ones and still feel alone?
I sit alone surrounded my 4 walls of cement, wondering why I feel like this.
I sit back and pull out the long skinny Kool cig
I pour a shot of Swedish Liquor
I down it, then another one, then another. I finally light the Kool and simply smile.
This seems like its the only time im at home. Im one with the world.
Addiction...such a sweet yet deadly ideal.

Leach

The person I am
I give everything to everyone no matter whether its my last or not
I give when I shouldn't
Im there when i shouldn't be
Im bending ova backwards for you..
and for what?
hmm that's an excellent question for the hell what
i surround myself with people who cant help
who aren't there for me
but yet they suck me dry
like a leach in the Australian jungle
just suck me until im dry
but yet i say its cool because thats my friend
Ive realized that my only friend in life is; ambition, desire, and discipline
They will get me far in life.
People have expiration dates, mainly the reason why i dont put my all into a human being.
Your only as good as the people you surround yourself with!

Weed

Interesting how the nature of the world brings out the purity in people.
I just recently witnessed the beauty of purity.
Three friends expressing their inner most candid feelings.
As i sit and listen, I begin to ponder..
All of these honest people are sharing their times together and all i can do it sit and listen.
I have nothing to offer, not to contribute and listen.
Waterfalls rush from their eyes and trimbliing rushes through their bodies as though their racing a 10 mile race.
I sit and tear simply because I cant offer, I cant share my feelings...
I realized these group of people arent my friends.... i simply have them here to be human.
Why am i allergic to the true meaning of friendship.
My wall are as sterdy as the great wall of China...
The reach to the heavens and to the pit of hell!
I feel like i have no true friends as though...
I do not exsists. I have no one to release my Pandoras Box.
I feel captured amongst these 4 walls.. trying to escpae
Screaming until my lounges close up..
Screamig intil my heart begins to fade.
And my body is empty ..cold and empyrt
no blood rushes. no Reggie's
just slience... and lonelness..
when will come the day i find my true friend
where i feel comfortable to cry my sins to
and celebrate my victories.

Label

Why is it that we only go searching for love when we're lonely.
We never think about it when we're having fun and enjoying life.
Do we use Love as a means only to cure the lonely.
When we do search why do we only search according to the Label.
Nice shoes, money, car, nice style, banging body.
Interesting how television and fashion has blurred the line between true love and the next face on Vouge.
When will the day come when the cheerleader dates the geek and the quarter back dates the soon to be veterinarian.
We consume our lives with no-sense only to feed our own ego.
We wonder why celebrities never last and the couple around the corner are celebrating their 50th anniversary.
There is no image in Love, there is no label, there is no understanding.
Love is the unexplainable feeling that rushes through your body when you see the person that makes you blush.
Human beings have become so selfish and naive that they dont understand what's in their best interest.
When will the day come when we decide to write our own rules. We refuse to be pressured into the "new thing".
We write our own vows that we only choose to stand by for 5 years until we realized the label i purchased isn't all it cracked up to be.
Love is not Thome Brown or Ralph Rucci, not something that is created and re-created until it's perfect.
Love is the run down apartment with nice furniture, the outside may be ugly but inside is what determines the warmth and connection between the two.
This not to say dont have standards, but to be open and loving to anything that comes your way.
When we focus so much on Label we forget to look to the person.
Love.... is only Label that never goes out of style.

New Sheriff.

Just got in from chiLLin with my brother Truth.

Us talking had me reaLize...
Why am I trying to find Love?
Like what??? LoL
I've realized...
1) I dont care to fall in Love its dumb( right not anyway)
2) I have commitment issues so why put myself in the position
3) I dont like being held back
I wanna be able to live life freely and do what I do when I do (words of Dallas)
I hold on to people that I need to let go.. simply because I love havin dem around.
Honestly im over it and im living my life the way i want
So if that means im chiLLin with you one weekend then chiLLin with your bestfriend the other...
Pussy is Pussy.
Yea some people dont agree but the ones that done are usually the ones that are sitting alone in their bed.
So i guess im saying theres a new sheriff in town and this one holds no boundaries.
So I'll be sitting back getting my dick sucked and smokin a J.
Dont care what niggas think. People get their life off judging others simply because they cant/ want to live the life that you live.
Cause I do what I do when I do.
So i say when im chiLLin with you. Dont think for a second your going to be my main joint.
Theres only one of those.. you are here simply to keep my dick hard and keep me occupied.

Sincerly Reggie.... gagged didnt you.. no more Daniel (wink)

SmiLe.

I had the best day today... Like the greatest.
My best friend had her baby shower... i cant wait untill she's due.
Then I went out to meet my friends and we went on a slight double date/chillin session.
When the person came to my car.. It hit me then.
The cute short brown skin lover walked to the car.
Yes it was our first day chillin but yo.. somethin caught my eye bout this one.
THis one might be the keeper.
But the movie was great... i was dying laughing the greatest. so ignorant.
O i found this new book that I want to read its called Push... please go get it.
Then we chilled alone and talked.. really got to know each other...

Today has been the greatest.... want more of em.. and you(wink)

Wind Embrace

Why is it when we go searching for love we find heartbreak.
The everlasting yearn to feel the internal warmth
I've found myself searching for the one my heart truly desires.
All I seem to find is disappointment.
The water sings the wind plays but my heart yearns.
Time after time I open my heart only to be hurt.
I've found myself hating everyone
I no longer want to be around you.
I no longer wish to speak your name.
Yet, your name slips from my mouth as I try to catch myself.
The lights shine so bright as my disintegrate right before my eyes.
The trees yell don't give up
My heart says why even bother.
I'm no one special, I'm just regular 5'3 Reggie.
What's special about me.
I was always told give and you will be given.
I have given my heart, given my soul.
Yet all I'm left with is a broken heart and a damaged soul.
I tell myself don't give up
I tell myself you'll find it one day
Until the day comes, ill still be searching for my everlasting Love.

Case of The EX

All smiles and happy endings
The fiery red passion in their eyes
The sweet tender kiss
The long and extravagant showers.
Sweat Glands opening as their body heat intensifies the air.
The expeditious text messaging Just to say, I Love You.
Eyes shut... racing hearts as my soul leaves my body and enters yours.
I wanna run, run smash into you!
I want to soak in your love until I drown of eternal happiness.
Finishing each other sentences before your own thought is complete.
The earth stand still when you gaze into my eyes.
Your inner-most feelings are exposed and I look into your Big brown eyes.
Your eyes are a story; a story of pain, suffering, fear and a lack of commitment.
But when you hold me its as if your finally one with yourself.
As if you are a new born child entering the realm of enlightenment.
Sweat Glands opening as there body heat intensifies the room.
The soft touch of their chest.
The gentle caressing as he grabs the back and pressing his fingers deep into your skin; just so he knows it's real.
The soft kiss of the lips.
You lose control of reality and drift into a world where there is no pain, no suffering.
Just more soft kisses and Love.
Their heartbeats finally catch each other as if its a race to see which pounds harder.
Eyes shut. You scream his name in his ear.
The air is thick, solid, extraordinary.
You reach your climax and slam your lips upon one another.
You Lie down and stare off into the sky as you watch your feet take turn hitting the ground.
The whisper of I Love You enters your ears.
The internal smile he can feel as your body warms up while he holds you.
Your eyes roll to the back of your head only to realize you will wake up next to this god given perfection.

Hip-Hop is Truth whether they realize it or not.

Replacement

The new "DanieL" isn't all that bad... he's learn to express himself, Love another human being.
His personaLity has become more dominant as weLL as submissive when needed.
HMM.... how about we combine the two????
Hey that sounds Like an great idea...
The oLd Reggie with aLL his girLfriends and the fLyest nigga you wiLL ever know and DanieL; sophisticated, seasoned, fashionabLe nigga.
Yea i think we have a winner.
SO goodbye BLue Skinny, Steve knee caLf high boot, Nerd Glasses.
WeLL heLLo 993's, Dunks, and what is that..
hmmm... jeans that dont hug my nuts.
Got damn its about time...I shouLd have gotten them bitches amputated.LoL
What some have to reaLize is, you wont fit into this new change.
Don't take it as shade, as a read, none of the above.
It's just Life.
So no more baLLs and shit, might peep through at some of the fashion shows.
But don't expect to see this face on the reguLar.
Gone back to the oLd days where me and my niggas chiLLin on the porch.
ChiLLin with my nigga T and Resa all hours of the night.
Riding Dirtbikes, pLayin football, basketbaLL.

It's 09 motha fuckas its time for a change.. some of yall are so content with yourselves that you feel there is no room for improvement or even change.

I'm Done... yall gonna keep seeing these bLogs until my transition is compeLete... Until next time.

Mirror

Ugh...
the slow tears racing down my face.
the beautiful melody screaming from Deborah cox voice
the innocent conversation between brother and sister.
The truth spills from her mouth as though she's been waiting for this conversation for a while now.
Mentally I leap into her arms as she tells me the truth and gives the best advice a big sister can give.
Why are transitions so hard?
Whoever said growing up was the best thing to do?
I'm battling a identity crisis, I'm beginning to see me for Reggie.
I allow others to influence me and create a artificial human being that knows no reality.
I've become some comfortable with living with my insecurities that I've learned how to cover them; i.e (fashion, dance, electronics)
The biggest battle of them all is the battle of my sexuality.
I no longer wish to love another man, to sleep with another man, cuddle with another man.
But have i become so comfortable with this lifestyle that I cant let it go.
I'm scared to even think about not doing it because i will feel lost.
It's as though im starting from puberty all over again
Re-Living the high school years, freshman year of coLLege.
"meshia16:if it was really meant for u to be that way then u would be happy with doing so...
meshia16: so u need to get a reality check.
By far the most inspirational words I've heard in a really long time.
It doesn't take expensive metaphors and pronouns to create sensational advice.
The little words is what strikes home.
This transition will be difficult but Im Letting go.
I'm Done. It's about time I started Living for me.
The Question is Where do I go from here??

Desperate Infection

Desperate Infection

Who is this person?
Where did this person come from?
Their eyes are brown, hair mahogany!
He looks familiar but I can’t quite describe it.
That smile… I know It from somewhere
Where did I meet this person???
There distinct laugh rings a bell but I can’t put my finger on it.
The language he speaks makes no sense; pay it, tried it, ke-ke.
What the hell does all this mean?
They speak in this code that doesn’t correlate to Webster.
I believe I met him in middle school.
I remember him being the track star with all the girls.
His high waist-ed pants and black Steve Boot.
His high-top Doc Martins with Blue Skinny
The piercing in his ear... the tragus though?
O... wait. damn he has his arm pierced too?
What happened to the Old Reggie?
The spinning cyclone of modeling is what they call him.
But the niggas still yell; "that's my son". Why are they yelling this when this young man thinks that putting his hand on his hips is cool.
Hanging around boys with pumps and wigs is normal to him.
I don't know who this new person is...
honestly i don't think he knows either.
The question we all are asking.. Who is this new Daniel.

True Winter Blues

True Winter Blues February 23, 2009

The sweet whistling wind allows my mind to drift into a world

where pain ceases to exist and around every corner there is

unconditional love. Why has god created such a beautiful masterpiece

that only counter-balances reality true objectives?

The vibrant city street light, illuminates my bedroom

while I listen to the cliché song of aspiring love.

The yearning of one near me never seems to become a reality,

as I sit and daydream while the sweet winter wind graces my face,

almost brings a tear to my eye and reminds me that in due time love will find me,

and every desire and wish will be fulfilled and I will the know

the true meaning of everlasting happiness.