Me Vs The Hydra

So my stepfather, The lazy, two faced hypocrite, came to me the other day about one of my post on facebook, saying that whatever someone has to say they can say to his face. I tried hard to stifle a laugh because the ironic thing is that he talks behind everyone's back when ever he gets the chance, Now I believe in second chances, but he's on his 1000th and I'm through ginving them out. I have no obligation to him and unlike my mother, the eternal enabler, I actually hold him acountable for his actions and words. I dont sugercoat my words for fear he'll leave my mother. I realized he wont leave because he knows no other woman will put up with his whiny, lazy, unmotivated, selfish ass, but my mother will just keep denying and crying because of his actions. I judge a man by his actions and his actions have shown me he is not a man.

The Phantom Of The Grammys

To all you puesdo-jazz heads who think you're deep, special, and in the loop because you just happened to know who esperanza spaulding was before she miraculously won a grammy, I have something to tell you.. I heard about her, heard her songs, and was aware of her also and even I must admit while may have earned it, she didn't deserve it. This was her third album and it didn't even garner enough mainstream success to even get people to know her name at a awards based on the value of a person's name and success. No one's saying she's not talented, but at least they're too say she was not well known enough to win that award. Say what you will, and it annoys me to say this, but Beiber put in the work. They wouldn't even let her perform one of her song. Mull over that through while you think one jaz artist one that night. hint hint: Florence and the machine.

One of random poetic moments...

I can't take my eyes off of her;
Words jumble at the sight of her
I can't give her the world, but
My heart belongs to her.

She makes love, not war
and morality is her strategy;
Her beauty is a illusion, but
Her personality is reality.

So here's where it ends
I throw caution to the wind
and pray for a happy ending
before the story even begins                                                                                         

My Life : Coming To An Existance Near You

As I sit here in the bubblegum-covered seat in the theater of my past, present, and future, I get ready to watch the story of my life. I wait in anticpation as I watch the coming attrations; mostly about a man and a woman who find each other and create a life of happiness together. I think I'll see one day. The wait is a little long, but the big picture is speaking a thousand words. Everyone keeps telling me its worth the wait.

The surround sound of the people in my life lets me know that the movie has begun. Funny thing is I don't even remember when or how it began.The movie plays as I eat through the bittersweet moments. Problem is I keep biting off more than I can chew. I always think I'm going to run out, but I never do. Almost as if I'm creating more myself.

I find myself trying to figure out the plot of the movie.It is full of tragdies and yet it does not feel like a dramatic one. It is full of scary moments where I fear someone I love will die and yet I see no masked man wreaking havoc on m life. It is full of hardships that I will overcome, but it is not yet inspiring, yet. Somehow, I can tell by the end it will be.
                                                                                - Shervell Jones

Waking Up Dreaming

Well, This is my first blog...So I'll start by saying this...ah-uhm..HI SHERVELL JONES, NICE TO MEET YOU.