Did you MISS ME!!!?!?

How have you all been? My year of 2009 was WILD. Then 2010, was just insult to the Deep injury. NOW, Im back and it's been a long time coming. 2011 is much more than just a year to me, it the step to really put my face out there after a LONG hiatus.

So to Bring you up to speed, this blog was originally about me sharing my mind, explain the back story to the poetry that is "InFo" and making myself a better person. Thus, a journey of "Finding a Defining Definition". Alas, the world got crazy and demanded me to get off the internet. Now, thanks to twitter, I am back sharing my thoughts about the world, life and the Pursuit of happiness via being the Honestly reckless Fireball of Awesomeness that I am. I hope to use all my SAT words more and pimp this page out to be "ab-fab"(was that too gay... *Shrug*) as others have done. I also think I suck at writing about myself, so if you wanna do a interview with me, so I can update the one i already have, let me know. My Resume is so fly, it even surprises me at times. I've just been a selfless person and in hopes of really enjoying myself as I should, hopefully you'll enjoy me and my words too.

So allow me to REALLY reIntroduce Myself!!! (sidenote: I like to use Caps in the middle of words, at time, Im anti-upTight like that) So in order to keep this "out with the old and in with the new" attitude, this is the last poem that I wrote in 2010. Enjoy

Parallel Mirrors

She told Me

"You don't know how to make love"

This was not a question

But a statement, that lied dormant waiting to cum

Shocked at the fact that 3 minutes ago was climax

3 hours ago, I kissed eyelash and

6 Months ago, we were sprung

Where even the little things mattered

Hidden behind laughter

Was the shattered parts of us.

Mirroring fragments of former selves that we've unplugged

With dissapointments from the powerhouse of love

Attracted by the spark of you that I was

Plus, you also felt the glow from me that you used to be

Thus, We chased ourselves in the scars of anothers heart

As if to trace treasure maps to the start

Before we lost what we had

Like first drafts,

We thought we found our other half

I now know why we were contemplating

Because disaster's waiting

Emotionally Masturbating

With our lovers words, lips and

Hands

Wrote lust letters

As love letters

Sent them through kisses

To each other that we've forgotten

Them complain that we never got them

I Short changed myself this week

"i love u" is an "i owe u" receipt

I say to give my head peace

But only on my bed sheets

Standing naked in front of you

Hoping to see myself in full view

Looking for my own approval

But now, I'm surprised to see my reflection in her at all

Vicariously acting like mirror

Mirror, on the wall

Have I fixed this portrait?

Am I really this distorted?

Questions go on for days

Like 2 paralled mirrors in a hallway

And I heard her say

"you don't know how to make love"

While we mentally talked to ourselves as she looked at me, I agreed.

...No. ....We don't.

Copyright © 2011, DK-InFo Da Poet

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This poem (like many of my others) was a freewrite that I did because I couldn't sleep one night. A piece of me just wanted to highlight the fact that people use relationships to love themselves. I often ask myself "Why do I LOVE making Love?". Is it shameful to love yourself as you would a real person? I once had a convo go like

ME: I take myself out on dates, I'm awesome, I deserve to love Me

HER: You take yourself out on dates?? *make a :-/ face

ME: Well, yeah, did you expect me to practice on you? haha, but seriously, why shouldnt I?

*She's become silent*

Well, I was just being witty to the fact that I dont mind rolling to the movies alone. But Obviously as a dude, its expected for me to chase a skirt to spend my money. By who? idk, but what I do know is that when I bring things like this up, no one says otherwise but wouldnt stop me if I did think like that. Self Love as a black Man for himself, is hardly encouraged or seen in a positive light ( if so please drop some InFo on me). But one thing i do notice is that when i put these thoughts into a poem...people responded honestly with/to me. I'm not Trying to be perfect, i just wanna love myself, through me...and find my own Defining Definition of self love

More to Come.