Friday, October 19, 2012

Through the wall

Last night in the room together
and suddenly we start to feel
the weight of the word, forever
press down on our minds,
thoughts, assumptions, and
crippling existences

the very last hour
like this- arm in arm,
or whatever you would like to
call it
the final moments
of our union;
the split occurs here
suddenly, we know fear

and realise that, we had
never really been scared
before our amalgamated clocks
began to tick away
edging toward the end

it was meaningless and empty
back then
it was just about screaming
and exuding steam
like Victorian trains
stuck within concrete tubes
on the most tired day lived

no we know
both of us, twine as
moon and night
sun and day

what the world feels like
soon as emptiness begins to form
in the shape of each other's aura

so we hold each other so close
as if infinity would somehow
begin to move through
our joined arms
as if we could imprison each other
in the thing we were trying
to build

they won't understand
what happened to me
that night
the poet's fail at it
and so do the wise
but I can tell you do
by the way you bat your eyes

                                 -Raeez Jacobs


Sunday, October 14, 2012

Poem: Between Hearts

Your heart and Mine

between your heart and mine,
there is a space of,
bewilderment and wonder

there are questions,
becoming edgy,
between your heart and mine

there is no other disagreement,
but our own fear, brewing
between, your heart and mine

time flows, as it should flow,
and feelings go,
where feelings usually go,
between your heart and mine

the stars don’t shine, the torches never glow,
yet, there was once a spark
between your heart and mine
lit up, like an amusement park

an arm away
from an embrace,
an hour away
from your gate,
your world is an open
my world, is
your story
and there, are no errors,

between your heart and mine

tensions are nascent,

between your heart and mine,
and neandethal feelings
are discarded,
but beautiful things remain,

while compliments fill
the balloons floating,
from your heart, to mine,
so they burst from airs and graces

there is a
silenced secret,
and suppressed
emotion, twirling
in the space, between your heart and mine

there are words, questions,
curiosities, lights waiting to glow,
answers, desires,
and events, between your heart and mine

there are things to
anticipate, dream-of,
and decipher, between our hearts;
there are unspoken languages,
contrived laws, and a collision,
of red hot feelings- crashing into each other,

like two planets merging-
worlds diverging, between
our aching hearts,


gravity flows, eternally
through the vents
of my heart,
into yours,

so both our hearts,
are calmed, void o’ fury,
and unintimidated by
the love jury,

and both our hearts,
are carried by,
the force of nature

we never show it,
though it is live;
there are performances,
on the stages, in the
between your heart and mine,
hence, we become so broadway that,
no thick line
can cross out, the way we feel;
turning through the Hollywood wheel,
we’ve got fame out our feet,
and take to the arts, for theraphy;
beneath a creavity canopy

there is a silenced,
longstanding, robust,
and an unblemished aura
circling and flappin’
through the rings and clouds,
in the ambience
between your heart and mine

there is a whole
other world, no man alive
could build, with his
bare hands or heavy tools;
constructed in, the urban setting,
between your heart and mine
I know I’ll be fine,
and you will be too

because each and every one,
of your heartbeats,
reassure and console me;
every second of your life, adds
another mintute to mine...
implying that, there is one ending
between your heart and mine,
therefore, we will perish, identically,
then together in the underworld, we will
continue to be

as only you could
see, what everyone
else was blind to;

my breaking points-
moral hypotheses; experiments,
to see what would happen,
should i witness you fade,
becoming so paranoid


for days,i swam through my horoscope,
as if there were chemicals,
on the page,
that could cease, whatever
the stars perceived as trauma,
or as if i could dive, straight into hope,
desperately trying to make time
become less fractious, and
praying, for emotional traffic, to flow
freely in the passages between
your heart and mine
as if the soul of the sign,
and the astrologer’s orotund prediction,
would make it less malice,
and more milignant

operative upon
our own train ride,
with nothing to hide,
in our hearts; goin’ round the track,
‘til we came back, with our
Heads, pregnant, heavily, with
ideas, and things to say
and it was then, the tunnel
was formed,
between your heart and mine
so that you could, walk-in
on my lies, and see them, before
they were even formed,
so that i could sleep, in the hazel
duvet ,of your eyes, covered by
your lashes, soft as feather

you knew how i ascended, and
descended, like
interrupted surprises or ecstasy,
when you were too scarce
for me, to dial your number,
and sit still, with your voice
caressing the inside of my ear-
you altered by the seams,
and we graduated from an era;

an age of unseen,
enchanting, and different
ways, or diverse shades,
of the same day,
making all the difference;
testing me, and tempting me,
to submit my body, and soul-
clinging to a celestial pole


strength differed now;
the cavity in which it bred,
had it purling- stirring,
all the miseries, under the bed,

power wanted to

mimic the head,

and slice through, what should
not have been said, while all the heart did,
was try, not to make, the eyes see-
that it was sadly,
bucking away, against a
few dislocated ribs,
in the lampshade
shaped chamber

because, it was too
afraid of the conscious,
bereft-of-thorough-thought, kind of mental state,
we adopted, when we were suffocated by fate;
casting out meaningless anger, and hate,
while meandering, shyly,
between your heart and mine

we depended upon,
abusing each other,
and once, i was still holding on,
and trapped
in your shadow, when you
turned to go;

abandoning me- leavin’ me
to hang there, raped by
rough, autumn air,
in the orgy of wind, smaking
me, from side to side,

‘til i erased that
thick line, separating,
your heart from mine

and decreased
the distance,
between your our hearts,
because there could be no

gaps or cracks,

between your heart and mine
                                                                   -Raeez Jacobs


Gorgeous Award

In retrosepct, Britney Spears has never surfaced as the kind of celebrity who filled the 'best-dressed' or 'most fashionable' sections of our many fashion mags and ezines out there. She has always been plonked into the opposite section; 'worst-dressed' and 'what were you thinking', since her inception in the late 90s. Over the years, Britney has had a selection of outfits that have been glamorous and fabulous, like the skin tight and revealing little number she wore to the NRJ award in 2002 or that lace mini dress, she dorned to the VMAs a year earlier. There have been some questionable outfits, like the orange and purple mess for the billboard awards in 2000.
Britney Spears in see-through, mini dress at 2001 MTV Video Music Awards

at the 2000 Billboard Music Award in this very eyebrow raising outfit 

Ever since becoming a judge on X factor and her illustrious shoot with ELLE in Septermber, Britney has been looking good, and fashion honcho's have been marvelling at her panache selection of dresses, and other outfits recently. Britney has matured, in more ways than one and more than just her sexual appeal is highlighted when thinking of her. This Britney is classic, yet laid back. This Britney is empowering; a Femme Fatale whose role is neither in the fashion world, nor in the twisted world of sexual attraction, but inside a world, where control comes having experience, and where looking good doesn't need to be emphasized, for the attraction of followers, looking good is just about looking and feeling good. Essentially.

Rocking the Cover of Elle's September 2012 issue.

FAVOURITE: Britney at City of Hope Gala 2012, October 20 in Los Angeles in this chic Halston  dress and Alexis Bittar Jewelery.

Various looks for the X Factor 2012.

At the Grammy's tribute to Whitney Houston, 2 nights ago in this Gray Level Courture dress
As a fan, I am extremely proud to see Britney in such a positive place, and around so many good people, who aren't there to exploit or take advantage of her. Her life has been ameliorated, and she has returned to grabbing all the right headlines. Keep it warm, light, and positive Ms. Spears 

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

(You Drive Me) Crazy

Just been watching some old, classic and bona fide pop music videos lately, and Britney Spears will always stick out for me. She launched at the meridian of pop music, and undoubtedly redefined the way it is perceived, even today. Crazy, is a single I will never forget, because it came out around the time, I first started becoming really crazy...ha ha enjoy!

in between the silence

You break my heart
and then keep quiet

you used to be a king
with your horses and your castle
you used to rule
over the land of my soul
you made me feel whole
you were the keeper
keys in your pocket
my photo in your locket
my image in your head
you used to love
as i was the best thing
you ever had


you break my heart
and then keep quiet


Kings and Queens

I have a personal adage that goes; it's only life, when you live it, and I s'pose that, finding myself mouth those words, comes from an experience, or a set of experiences. Human error (by which I am recognized as a mortal) has allowed me, to see myself as a living being, and nothing more or less. That in effect, does not take away my purpose; all the things I strive to do, and the dreams I pursue, as it only denotes that, my life will not slow down, to let anything else happen. Because then it's not so much my life (as I have no control of what's happening); it's me watching something else take over my life.

I've watched things happen to me, and I've watched things happen to other people. bad things. It's never easy taking control, when it feels like you're being trapped, or held underneath some great weight. We all want control, domination, and would rather know, instead of being left in the dark, with a myriad of uncertainties. Thing is, the minute we do know, and the second we assume, even just a little control, we become immersed in that power, instead of projecting it. We all want the title king and queen, but we can't be that, because our sovereignty is threatened by innate greed, and we cause others suffering, and feel as if we are entitled to everything. Things can only work out, once your ego has been ruled from the equation, and only after you've learned that, life is not about defeating the next person or coming first; why do I have to value myself and worth, against the worth and value of another person? Why can't I come to a consensus, within myself, to be the best I can be, in my own world and through my own ways?

Cultivating my own notions of hedonism, and finding my own meanings, in the things around me, would seem a more lucrative way, of dealing with every step I take henceforth. And certainly, I should find it rather easy to steer my hedonist life forward, if and only if I take into consideration the existence of those who exist with me.

So long as I think of others as competitors and conspirators, my life would remain in the reigns of selfish sovereignty, and I would always base my worth, and everything I get, on that of another mortal's. Therefore, I feel it's imperative, upon myself that, I assume control over my own life, and become concerned only with what should concern me, and work on what would make my world a success, opposed to keeping my nose, sniffing along the trails of success started by others. My success would then be a conglomerate of many others, not my own, should I subject to such behaviour. Therefore, my personal adage; it's only life, when you live it, will always come to mind, whenever I feel as if I am losing control, when I feel down, and when I am vulnerable enough to misjudge my worth and demeanor.

In the end, I want to be the protagonist in my own story, and would hate to know more, of some other being than I do of myself.