bye bye blogspot.

i am no longer continuing this blogspot or my tumblr account.
keepin my private life private..

however, i have begun a new project with my best friend taide [aka luxe]
& we're documenting the process. come check it out if you wish..
until then.. adios.


funeralparade.wordpress.com

occupational hazard..

i start training for asst. fashion designer with a private label "completely organic" company tomorrow..

i'm sleepy, excited, nervous, enthralled, intense, scuurrred, sure, positive & down right gimme gimme damn ecstatic.

dedicated to : baby steps...

i miss.

dub club & our many wednesday nights spent dancing w/ eyes closed to the beat.



dedicated to : the dance goons brigade.

g r e e d

i'm at a disadvantage these days
a momentary loss between words
record scratched, heart has been hacked
with a love sonnet type of beat
but i'm lost in transit & remembering the instant
my mind crossed over and forgot to inform you
i've made my bed with a messy type of form
our awkward conversation left me yearning for a tad more
so i'm waiting..

i'd love to experience each instant
even those that leave me quivering with fear
greed is that of green thoughts mistaken
for our instinctual planned love affair
with ourselves each day...
with ourselves each day...
i have something you'd give up your life for..

and its addictive.

a little about us

so i've been a horrible "blogger" these days.
well, more like "we've been horrible bloggers"..
see, there is a background behind "funeral parade"
and a family of people.

it all started as a joke.

looky loo eyes formed opinions of us as a whole.
and by "us" i mean the following :

taide, sheena, danielle, daniel and somewhat samantha [the lil sis]

now, we're all very different individuals
but all similar in the fact of our love for one another..
all very driven cats with a soft spot for that of artistic nature.
danielle the record spinner, writer y tahitian dancer..
taide the artistic fashionista, writer y deep thinker
sheena the ink stained fingertipped, designer y dreamer
daniel the "scumbag" as we call, musician y surfer / chill fellow.
& somewhat samantha the lil sis.. actress / writer..

no where near "dark"
but when put together our "poetic justice" comes off as "dark" to some..
now, when you truly know us, you truly know this is thee furthest thing from the truth you could possibly come by.. we love all, trust a few too many.. and live our lives tomorrow by tomorrow.. patience is NOT our virtue. dontchaknow? oh and we have inside jokes for more than anything, most of what comes out of our mouths are pure nonsense... dont take us seriously, well.. too seriously.. well, no no i take that back, TAKE US SERIOUSLY FOOLS!

all in all i gotta say...
funeral parade means : to enjoy every waking moment on our trip of life.. you never know where your final destination will await you or when. E X P E R I E N C E & F U C C I N L I V E Y O U G O O N S !

now that that is all cleared up...

Long Beach awaits us this weekend..
mama d, we miss you - leave the bay and join us again..

a corner crush

im brainwashed.
with ideas,
with hallucinations
with fantasmic realistic moments
of the moment.

what am i talking about?
a dream that is..
or am i?

went to the library today
to feed off some free inspiration
i opened book after book
of word after word
spoken word this
and poetic justice that
but all i could find
was a paper thin book from
some unknown author
that reminded me,
of me.

how quaint.

inspiration has been overflowing
from my soul,
my soul marked territory
called a jagged penmanship
i've begun to mistake for someone else's
who am i these days?

who truly knows..
but i'd like someone to investigate
knock my senses clean
with a list of adjectives
describing my sense of being
you dig?
or so i say..
you did?
or so i pray..

i had a moment last night
you sitting in the corner while i danced my heart away
i wish i had the courage..
that courage most girls have with a crush
to utter a few words with confidence..
and make you fall in love
with me.
or so i say..
with my mind
or so i pray..

but its good.

but, its good.

and im good..
or so i say.

l o v e

i have fallen in love with LA all over again..
thought i could leave.. but i just can't.
i think i just needed a break to clear my head..
im in a lovey dovey type of mood..
don't know why..
________

but i’m looking for that addictive love
not that possessive or dramatic or materialistic type of "love"
i’m looking for that gut chearning,
butterfly turning..
music forming from your insides
type of love..
a natural muse so my words may flow right..
your body finding it impossible to remain still
when a passion drivin dance is the natural kill of your sanity
a spoken thought that inspires the addicts craving a fix
an addictive love..
only a soul mate can mix