Mind Over Matter

(Journal Entry 11.12.12)

 We are what we imagine

Black and white horrors, illuminated paradises  

Traveling in a realm that separates us from the world less explored

Restricting the thinker from ever dreaming

Abandoning the dreamer for always believing

We trade in our sense of imagination

Creating faded trails of perception

We are what we imagine, 

but we're slowly detaching our thoughts

Choosing to sleep and leaving our dreams behind.

American Thinker (Journal Entry 1.11.12)

American Thinker (Journal Entry 1.11.12) - Memoirs of a Senseless Genius

This morning, my mind is overflowing with the usual controlled chaos. I tried to watch the news the other day, but the images of the world that we live in, are beyond over viewing--Yet, I'd only be at fault for overlooking what is needed to be known. Life gives us opportunities, as well as the resources to enlighten ourselves and even if you're not sufficiently equipped, the effort will nonetheless, shed light on a few dark spots in your mind. I flip through the channels and see--talk about Hollywood divorces, celebrity baby conspiracies, and all the jazz that plays for the flashing lights. For a minute, I felt like the screen threw a hook at my brain and swiped away a moments worth of logic. Should I be offended by the brain cell ambush? I escape the materializing of human life but lost the remote in the process--Manually turned to those loved wives, whose husbands hang with Spalding and try to stay true to the game of life and fairy tales--or maybe it was those microphone check$--Mic Check 1, 2 (the more I rhyme, that's more check$ for you)--but you can't dip the set or the love for all of it. I doubt they're hearing my thoughts, which makes my brain scream--"Why'd you wanna wanna hurt me so bad?"...hey TV--You're waving around my house with the mind that I love...and I'm like, "FUCK YOU!"--I guess the books in my room, wasn't enough! So, as I vividly paint this picture--you obviously can Cee the grass isn't always cut Lo or as Green as it appears. The madness conceptualized on the television is bliss to a weak mind. Our history is locked in books, with the key deep below the sea of illiteracy--while our future is being defined by a generation of zombies. I run and I run...Hoping they never catch me! My thoughts are converting to HD quality, I appreciate the patience as I take it one channel at a time. Please Stand By...The revolution won't be televised!

Carried By 2 Angels

Carried By 2 Angels (Journal Entry 1.3.12) by Senseless Genius

It's been a while since I've posted my thoughts. Life carries me away with the usual waves, but I always find my way back. I wanna use this post to reflect, and at the same time, reconnect with my writing. I never wanted to forsake the craft, but I've felt so disconnected from any creative realms of expression. It's hard dealing with death. Regardless of your strength, losing loved ones can break you down to your lowest capacity. My father, Dennis W. Perkins Sr., passed away on February 8, 2011. He joined his wife; my mother, Elizabeth M. Perkins (sunset 7.10.98), in heaven. This past year has felt surreal. Sometimes I can't believe that both of my parents are gone. The people who are dually responsible for bringing me in this world, are no longer here to explore it with me. The Bible says "Time and chance happens to us all", and I truly believe that things happen within God's plan. I try not to dwell on time missed, but rather I cherish the time well spent. After my mom passed away in 1998, my father and I formed an unbelievable bond. His existence in my life was more than just a father, and nothing less than the best friend that a son could've been blessed with. He helped me cope with not having my mom around at a young age. I only hope that I helped him cope with not having his wife around. This month, I will be celebrating the love of the two angels in my life. I find peace in knowing they're in the best HANDS possible. My parents wedding anniversary is January 17th, which is also my father's birthday. Their love unconditionally defines me. I look to thank them in my sleep and we celebrate in my dreams. They gave me a chance at life, I pray that God offers them paradise.
*XVII*PERKINS

Dennis W. Perkins Sr.
Sunrise 1.17.50 - Sunset 2.8.11

Elizabeth M. Perkins
Sunrise 10.14.60 - Sunset 7.10.98

Featured Genius: Chill Moody (music)

Featured Genius: Chill Moody (music artist, West Philadelphia)

I chose to feature this video of Chill Moody for many reasons. I have always been a big fan of real Hip-Hop, and a supporter of Philly music artist. However, this isn't just a simple music plug, its more like an acknowledgment of an individual who is determined to master a craft. I've seen Chill's progress as an artist over the years. So many times I hear people talk about the things that they are passionate about, but don't know how to channel it into success. Fortunately, the city of Philadelphia has an inspiring example, through artist like "Chill" showing that hard work and dedication to your craft is never exhausted. If you know anything about Philly's music scene, you know that "The Come-Up Show" with DJ Cosmic Kev is a validating checkpoint for underground artist to show the whole tri-state area exactly what their lyrics and musical movement is made of. What you see in the video above is raw talent, wrapped up in a nice cover by Babylon Cartel. Listening to a rapper that knows exactly how to approach classic beats, is surely refreshing for any Hip-Hop ear. I applaud Chill for his musical genius and staying true to the element of Hip-Hop. Reassuring advocates of good music--that you don't need gimmicks to get ahead. It's still an unpredictable road in front of him, but his momentum is looking promising.



@ChillMoody
Chill Moody
(click link above for his website)


-@SenselessGenius

I Fear Not...

Journal Entry (4.17.11)

I decided that today would be the day for me to get some thoughts out on a public stage. I've made several attempts to post at least partial expression on my site, but for some reason-- I couldn't figure out what would be worthy of a quick read. I've contemplated different angles of writing. Whether I was gonna push the font to the edge of the margin with a conscious blast or just use the nothingness of the pad to give a black & white perspective. Then it hit me...the best way for me to get back to the necessary connection between the reader and myself, is to use my thoughts as the dots needed to see the most revealing picture. Recently, I have been inspired more than ever to write. My biggest supporter and the most influential person that I've ever come in contact with, passed away. My father left this earth on February 8, 2011. Subsequently, I decided to write a book about the conversations that I had with my Pop. My mind is absorbed with his lessons and advice, which guided me to be the ink in the pen that will continue to underline his words. Though it may seem redundant, death always puts life into perspective. Last year, a friend asked me in a random conversation, "What's your biggest fear?"... without any hesitation I responded with conviction "Living in this world without my dad". Nothing in sight or reasonable speculation lead me to believe this random moment of intimate admission would foreshadow an imperfect thought. We all get asked to disclose our fears with all expectations that our most detailed depiction of the apprehension is at the farthest point away from our present days. The last day that I spent with my father in the hospital-- I had my final conversation with him. Unlike any other conversation, I had to do all the talking while I pray to God that he was able to do the listening. At this moment, I was face-face with my "self-proclaimed moment of fear" and the only thing that was prolonging the divine process of having TWO PARENTS as angels, was a ventilator...

To be continued... (via hard copy)

We Have Safely Landed

Journal Entry (3.28.11/ 4:00PM) - Memoirs of a Senseless Genius

I sit on the plane and stare into the clouds. Hoping that the higher the pilot ascends, the closer I can be to my father. Its funny how your impression of what happens in the sky evolves the more time you spend in the air. The relativity between the pilot & his wings and the parallel relationship that is created when you're forced to trust a person with your life that can only be identified by a voice. The separation between the unknown that is above and the familiarity of what waits below, begets a suspense that can only be resolved with four words..."We have safely landed"

To be continued...

No Sudden Stops (Journal Entry)

Journal Entry (9.28.10 / 11:17AM - Memoirs of a Senseless Genius)

No Sudden Stops by Senseless Genius

Driving forward on the road of life makes you conscious of the pot holes and the dangerous people on the road. It makes you discipline to know when speeding is a necessary evil and when it may be okay to drive 20 MPH, so that everybody see you. One of the biggest things that you can't control is the traffic of people sharing the road with you. You will get everything from the driver who is defensive to the driver who makes their own lane and forces everyone else to follow the motion. The most essential part of the road traveled are the mirrors and how you use what you see, what you can anticipate, and the thin line between them both. Regardless of how much you use your rear view or the hindsight of whats in your peripheral, you still have to keep the eyes on the prize road ahead. Progression is not an alternate route, its the only road out of town. Sometimes you gotta drive for yourself and for those around you. Time to buckle up.