I love this ish... I love my words....

(It's five in the morning). I am done

So done man (ya'll know what I mean). I don't even know why I am writing, but honestly the fact that I can write no matter how my mind is, I believe is an accomplishment. I think when I wake up and I look back at whatever I have scrawled down in this post, I will have the motivation to perfect my civic discourse paper and fly to Pluto if I wanted too.. I had an extensive rant about politics, healthcare, and more politics in the ER room this morning. I wasn't the one that was hurt though. I was there for moral support, for a friend of a friend. Recently I have discovered the "night life", it is not all its cracked up to be, but it is entertaining just as well. I have seen some people that I have not seen in a long time. People my age with jobs and kids and ambitions, that need that release from the working adult world and just want to party antd bullsh*t. I don't think there is anything wrong with that. They wake up from there hangovers and go to work or go to school. They do there jobs or pass their test and they are productive citizens. I love that, the ability to live in two worlds and actually be the same person. People accept you.... this is a random post and I am going to stop soon but, my point I guess is that..as adults know one is really judging. After the party is over, after the fight  is over, after the one night stands, you have people that go to work 2 hours later and can ask "how may I help you." Maybe that's just how I feel, but seeing so many of my old friends leading two lives and many of them doing okay, I feel pretty good. I guess there is a medium between being reckless and not having fun at all... :Nile Najee:

Check this site out thesecondletter.com it's awesome,  Writing is great and I love what I do, but the perception of the eye is fascinating.  thesecondletter.com    The picture I have up here was taken by Brian Washington. I swear I admire this dude, because he is an example of someone who uses his gifts and he makes things happen. A Va Beach creative mind at its best. I love my city. I love my hood. I love my writing. :Nile Najee:

Inspiration from a likely source...

     I haven’t written anything in a really long time.(well other then my english essay). I don’t know why really, I think it has been, because I have been working all spring break and doing my civic discourse project. I have been really stressed out and I have had a seriously annoying fight with Mr. writers block.

However, just recently I got my cell phone turned back on I have been texting a lot, and when I mean a lot..I mean a lot. Anyway I met this young woman in my English 111 class and she is kind of like me, really reserved, quiet. I mean I am usually not like this at all (I’m usually really animated) but honestly the people in my class intimidate me because of some of the age differences. Ugh, I keep going off topic, breath Nile, breath. I don’t think anyone reading this can understand how I am feeling right now. It is incredible how one picture can say so much.

My newly made friend Rhiannon is...intriguing... I honestly have not been able to hold constant conversations with a person every time I talk to them. With her though, I can be myself. I can be goofy when I’m texting her, we talk about zombies and Pokémon and beer and a whole bunch of random things. There are not a whole lot of restrictions. I don't have to "pretend". It is really a breath of fresh air to find someone who is seemingly so open minded. I know this post may sound weird; anyone reading this is probably like "Nile you’re a loser". I don't really think so, I think I find inspiration in the most random things, but I love to find inspiration from people and pictures. This picture of Rhiannon grabbed me and pulled me in like... damn there is nothing to really describe it. It just is what it is. At first I thought it was her eyes, but looking at the picture closer I discovered it wasn’t that at all. The picture was so intense that it was radiating an inner beauty and mixing with the outer beauty and creating the image that you see before you. Now someone can say what they may... I honestly don't care, but you cannot tell me that you have never seen a person like that before. Someone who tells there life story, shows there emotions, there hopes and fears with just a picture. Some may call it photogenic, I don't know what to call it. I know that she showed me some more pictures that she took herself and they were all just as stunning and intense and creative. This post isn't on some "fiending for a girl shit", you have to understand that, that the human body, human emotions, and human expressions is an art to me. Sometimes I find that rare painting and I have to share it, I have express myself, as hard as it is....

I just want to end this post by saying that, I think that when a person does their best to be themselves...it shows. If everyone spent more time being there true self and not trying to be like another person, we would get along better... Thank you Rhiannon for inspiring this post, I saw art today thnx to you. ^_^ :Nile Najee:

Random distractions....

So i am sitting here in the library pondering my civic discourse project. I still have yet to start the project and I am not sure why. I have alot of good ideas that would help the community along with  alot of issues that I feel need to be adressed, but for the life of me I havent been able to start writing about any of them. Instead I have distracted myself with a few other things in my life. One of those things involve looking up words like distraction

(Distraction)
1 : the act of distracting or the state of being distracted; especially : mental confusion
2 : something that distracts; especially : amusement

Anyway, I don't have writers block I think I have an condition called Writerdistractionalprognosis (yes, I made that up), but yeah there are alot of other distractions that go along with WDP(thats what ill call it) When you are a computer writer like myself, you tend to find yourself entranced by the many wonders of the internet: Facebook, Wikipedia, texting, and I think if I still had World of Warcraft I would probably be ultimately doomed to live a very unproductive writing career. I hope any of my readers have caught on to the fact that I am rambling  right now and though it is not bullsh*t, it is in no way or form relevant to anything of importance. Well lets get relevant shall we?

     Regardless of the fact that this is my own personal blog, I still enjoy input from my friends and family. I am not a showoff, but humans need other humans and if you can't get the support of your fellow human beings, what is there. I am not selfish and any of my thoughts I have I want to share and express. Is the world really just composed of sex, drugs and violence? Do I have to basically exhibit one of those three topics or all three to get attention from someone. Do i have to be risque and edgy to get someone to understand that I matter just the slightest bit? I think that is sad and I might just post something that involves sex, drugs and violence just to see the response.  Here is another question before I conclude this short post.

If God made us in his image, is God as violent and sex driven as human beings are?
:Nile Najee:

I hear no bullsh*t, I speak no bullsh*t (quotes from Nile Najee)

"They will never take me alive and I shall die with my head held high and my beliefs held in high esteem..."

"Face it ya bloody b*stard, no amount of mind games, can eff wit my mindframe...."

"Im taking shots at the moon and everything under it...so lay low....'

"When I act dumb, I'm still smarter then you when your actually TRYING to be intelligent....f*ck outta hea hatas.'"

 "I hear no Bullsh*t, I speak no Bullsh*t. My thoughts stay spewing from the pulpit. My mouth is my gun, and words are my bullets. Everytime I enter, I'm ready with a full clip...'

I" speak truth, but what do you speak? You reek of bullsh*t, lies and deceit, but you constantly tryin ta tell me how to walk on my own two feet..."

"poet.writer.thinker. token black guy. crazy. stupid. smart. reckless. lazy. quiet. weird. loud. Mad Hatter. random. Niel. Nas. nigga. cool. nigger. african. jamaican. hungry. oreo.kid. I've been called many things and some may be true...fact is tho, I'm just Nile Najee D Yarn"

 "I write man. I write. I got alot of brain activity. I wish I could just send a psychic message to the computer. My fingers dont keep up with my brain. Writers Block? Never that. I may go from 10000 words to 8000 but never ever writers block. Spaceships indeed. Aliens do bleed. Burn me in your CD-roms. http://nilenajee.blogspot.com/"

Welcome to writers block...

Hey. Yes, I know its been awhile, but Mr. Najee has had some things on his plate. Not all of it was what I wanted, but it was on my plate so I had to deal with it.  Fact of the matter is I have been writing like a madman lately. I just haven't been on my blog writing as much as I would like too. Mainly because I havent had much to say regarding my writing and English. I have discovered that my English class powers my blog. I feel like I am using it for the wrong reasons at times if I write without it having to do with my academics and English. okay. okay. I'm starting to warm up, my fingers are typing a little more smoothly. It is almost like I had to warm a car up becuase it hasnt been driven in a while (the blog and my thoughts being the car). Well I finished my Professional discourse essay and I feel good about the essay part. I had fun researching about the career that I wanted to get into. The bad news of this is, that the resume and works cited was a pain in my arse. I spent more time on the resume then anything else, I mean its hard to try to make up something from scratch. I have'nt graduated yet, I have never worked at a school and now I have to write a resume that would get me into a college as an instructor. Thats hilarious.... Got damn...I still am writing choppy, this a shame. I really am rambling, my thoughts have not really got to this paper I am going to have to let them settle to the bottom of my brain. I guess everything that has been going on has shook them up. ugh. Spaceships indeed. I need to think...Welcome to writers block, Nile Najee...its gonna be one helluva trip...

:Nile Najee: soon to be the ;Mad Hatter;

I was OD'ing on tylenol ALL week

Writing the Resume for my Professional discourse paper was a pain in the arse. Matter fact writing this paper was a pain in the arse all together. I listened to this Irish drinking song called "Bugger Off" while writing and putting together my paper, and thats what I wanted to say to my brain. It just had soooo much trouble working.  I guess actually putting my information into a coherent order was what was getting me. Usually I just write, write, write and when I finish... I'm finish. I may ramble a little bit, but I was make sometype of sense in the end. Not only that, the majority of my essay was made up because I have none of the qualifications to be a college professor yet. So it was hard for me to just tell a story that didnt really happen. So the only way I was able to complete the resume was imagining what I want to do in my college life. After that got figured out I just had to do my works cited which endwed up being about three sources. Two websites and the interview I did with my history teacher. (Sigh) So all this week was pretty hectic, not to mention I made ANOTHER blog called realfacebooktalk.blogspot.com This one is actually a joint project that two freinds of mine created. They have all these interesting conversations on facebook about realtionships and a love and at times I contribute my input. So we all decide to transfer these convos into a blog. Long story short... Copying and pasting facebook convos is a tedious piece of sh*t. I am incredibly hungry so I shall stop right now and go eat some food.  Bugger off...
and yes I posted a totally unrelated pic happy friday...
:Nile Najee:

I want to be made...into a college professor.(rough draft)

(Rough draft of my professional discourse paper)
There are quite a few questions that are asked of you when you are a small child. Many of these questions are important and usually easily answered, but there is one question that can shape your future and may alter the way you challenge life’s many obstacles. Before this life changing question is revealed, lets flashback to when I first heard the question. It was fifteen years ago in a public school classroom not much different from the classrooms I attend in college; Students, eager to learn new material, and a teacher willing to give the students any and all valuable information so they can succeed. However, having information and knowing where to use it, is two different things. So now, this is where the question asked of many school children comes into play. "What do you want to be when you grow up?” Since that day I was asked that question, I have answered with a variety of responses: President of the U.S.A, Archaeologist, a poet, a rapper, etc. Now, I am nineteen years old, a freshman in college and I have been asked the same question. Surprisingly, the career that I have chosen is something that I never dreamed that I would want to do or had thought about doing. My indecisiveness has only allowed me to narrow my career down to a college professor; I am not completely sure what post-secondary subject I would like to teach at the moment, so this essay will include information regarding college professors as a whole. I hope that the reader will learn as much as I did from my research and interviews within this manuscript and will understand the importance of fully knowing, "What you want to be when you grow up." 

The power of a name

This will be a short post because I have to go to class soon BUT, it is a very important topic to me.

So I sent the person I was interviewing an email containing all the questions I had for them and this morning I went to check my email and they had replied to my questions. I was of course happy, because I really needed this information. However, all my happiness went out of me when I saw the beginning sentence, it started like this:

"Hi Miles, Here we go,"

See anything wrong with that? Yeah, who the hell is Miles?
You might be saying "Nile it's not a big deal." Your wrong if you think that then, because it is a big deal. My father named me Nile Najee D Yarn. I was named after the longest river in Africa. I have pride in my name, and for my name to be in my email message AND in the subject of the email AND I signed my named at the bottom "sincerely Nile Najee D Yarn, how does someone come up with Miles?! I am offended, if your name is John would you want to be called Jimmy? I don't think you would. So I just had to get that off my chest, I am grateful for the answers and the interview, but I do not appreciate someone blatantly not writing my name correct. It has happened too much throughout my life and I have let it go on far too many times. Enough is enough

:Nile Najee:

I'm not a big Valentines day person but...

Here is some poetry that your friend Nile Najee did, some is old, some is new, either way enjoy the rare side of me that most never see.

Florista
Wake up beside you,
I dont know what i would do if I hadnt found you.
Kiss your forehead 'cuz your still sleep,
then you wake up,
and smile at me with those beautiful lips,
My beautiful girl---
naked except for the covers wrapped around us---
not ashamed.
Birds outside began to sing,
snd I know the day will soon begin.
I whisper in your ear,
" Florista, I have to go."
but you wrap your arms around me and say,
"no..."
I tell you this doesnt feel right,
because after evey night--
the mornings get longer,
and even though I feel for you,
I know that one of us will get hurt.
So I put my pants on and my Bob Marley shirt,
while she grabs my hand and ask for one more dance.
For a second I begin to say yes,
knowing that she has treated me best.
"No..." I softly tell her.
pulling her hands from mine,
"I want to be free,
my life is mine. I have to leave and this morning is my time."

untitled
Cant explain these feelngs I have for you,
I lie in my bed,
and wonder where you are.
Thinking and hoping your under the same stars.
Wish I could find you,
because the feelings are so strong.
My brains gone and my hearts took its place.
I look around for your face,
knowing your there somewhere.
Woman in my dreams...
it seems I cant find that one,
I'm not selective,
I just have a certain objective,
when it comes to finding that one


You might as well be the gun
So a guy is sitting on the couch with a gun to his heart.... he pulls the trigger but the gun doesnt let him. The gun says "please dont do that, just because I wont be at your side anymore doesnt mean its the end of the world. Your a great guy but we just have to "postpone" this relationship." "Whats the point the guy says, my heart will just die slowly without you, and if I'm with you It will die even more slowly." So thus the "Nice guy" is left alone again to suffer, his heart not able to grow and not able to die, stuck in limbo, he slowly fades into darkness, never able to truly love again...

Yes these selections were some what sad and emo, but its what I decided to post. I will post some more happy ones later in the day along with some more of my Professional discourse project. Happy V-day everyone. I hope that you will not be alone like I am on this day. :nile Najee:

Quotes from Nile Najee ^0^

"Get on ya sixth sense ish, and get ghost...."

"Do you have to be famous to be well-liked, or do you have to be well-liked to be famous? Where do I fit in(if at all)I dont feel like attempting to change..."

"I wanna dive deep into your mind and swim thru your intelligence. I wanna understand your hopes and dreams, all your beautiful hidden messages..."

'I blast off in space like an angry killer alien ape and I tear down jedi with intentions of taking over Republican states. Do you feel my madness? The mad hatter with rhetoric, and words soo wide, I could rival the Cheshire cat with his mischievous smile..."

"Maybe if I get famous by doing something I don't really like to do...maybe people will listen to me when I talk about stuff I really love to do. i.e. Writing, philosophy, book analysis..."

"Pops was right, women or money or both can motivate a man and enrage a man until his heart fills with malice..."

"My thoughts have importance...well, at least I think so."

"You say I'm too serious...yet no one takes me seriously... excuse me? WTF?"

"...every now and then I speak some truth and wisdom, but right now my brain cells in D-block, which means my words just not experiencin' freedom..."

"I am inspired to stay wired up to the people cuz they the ones that I speak to."

"Nile Najee is a Mad Hatter from the VA, who has method to his madness and a different type of brain matter; Lookin out for the mindknappers, who try to steal his thoughts while his brain is nappin'..."no no amigos, it aint happenin'". "

"I remember the days when white kids got beatdown for saying the N-word, with or without the "a"...and when wearing skinny jeans and vans got you joked out of school if you were black..."

"ようこそ私の考えに"
:Nile Najee: