Make Up

Make Up
By Keith Kareem Williams

That foundation can't cover up the fact that you've lost all the color that you once had. Life, sadness and loss have drained the color from the rainbow that used to be your soul. Most days you do whatever it takes for you not to have to face all the things that have gone wrong. You can't even remember the last time you felt right.

That lipstick, or lip gloss can't cover the memories of all the kisses you regret or people you wish you'd never met. Bad decisions plague and haunt you like sickness and ghosts. There's a line of lovers that lied promises that were never kept. It's no accident that more than a few mistruths have also passed through your own lips, whispered in the ears of the unwary. You've learned from the best so it's to be expected.

The mascara under your eyes will eventually run when the tears start to fall. There's only but so much one person can hold in. Even storm clouds in the sky eventually burst. I'm sure that in quiet moments you've shed your share of tears secretly, without the thunder and lightning.

Come outside with me and turn your face upwards so that the rain can wash away the mask you hide behind. Let me see if I can bring you back and restore the natural color that you've lost. You can try to fool everyone else but all the make-up in the world can't hide the grey you keep tucked away inside.

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Your Immortal

Your Immortal


By Keith Kareem Williams

Immortality is a reality. If she ever told the truth she would tell you that I live forever in her soul. My words echo and even though she might forget the sound of my voice from time-to-time, the things I've said remain colorfully splashed on the eternal canvas that lives in her chest. When her eyes close, she sees it and every time she breathes she feels it. She still considers the tangible things I've done amazing because it seems like she can still touch them. No matter what might try to outshine me nothing can ever steal that away. Even when I'm not close to her, the knowledge that I'm fine, somewhere out in the world comforts her like a warm blanket in the winter. She smiles when she remembers how we made each other laugh. Too many times she finds that I make random appearances in her mind. I know all of this because she's told me this a million times, in her own way, without a single word passing through her lips. We've both tried half-heartedly to break the connection and yet, here it remains, unchanging even in the face of all the ugliness that sometimes surrounds us.

 

Just Go

Just Go

By Keith Kareem Williams

A wise friend once told me that a wise man once said, "If you know where you're supposed to go then just go there!" I've been trying to live that life. Ambition is like a compass but at some point you have to move in the direction of the things you want and the places you'd like to be.

The same holds true for where you're NOT supposed to be. If you know that you're not supposed to be somewhere then just leave. It's something so simple and yet so difficult sometimes. However, once you've made the move that you needed to make, things tend to feel much better.

The world is filled with amazing people who settle for being mediocre. They abandon the best parts of themselves to be whatever is considered "normal" in their circle of friends. I hope that I'm not the only one who finds this tragic. If you were meant to walk on the surface of the moon you should dance there. If you feel in your heart that you should be swimming among the stars, take your clothes off and skinny-dip in space. Why not? Why settle for regular when incredible is so much more fun?

Almost Famous

Almost Famous

My neice just made me smile. She said that she was in technology class at her High School & noticed that the boy in front of her had googled my name and was looking at my pics online. She asked him why he was looking at "that man" and he said it was because his mother kept talking about my books. She didn't tell him that I was her uncle though. That's the most encouraging and awesome thing I've heard all week. Step-by-step, I'm getting there! It makes me proud that my neice, little cousins & my children can see that everything I do is real.

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Urban Dictionary Definitions of my Aliases

Urban Dictionary Definitions of my Aliases


EXPERIMENT: Let's see what the Urban Dictionary's Definitions of my various names are.


1. Kareem
Kareem means generous, (n) awesome, amazing guy, really cool hair, sometime fluflly, sometime straight emo. Gorgeous smile, and you'd do anything to be with him, or to hear his voice, I dream kareem. ;)

2. Reem
a Swedish word used to describe an incredibly sexy, vulgar and physically talented individual. A reem is always envied and desired by others who are not able to reach reem status as well as those who are.

3. Keith
is someone who is smart sexy strong fast a ladies man and overall good at everything he tries.

4. Gully God A deity of the hood, reigning over all the lesser kings of the hood. A Gully God's main role is to oversee all gangsta activity within their ends and to ensure that the rule of the ghetto is rigorously enforced. Philosophers have argued that due to the enigmatic nature of the rule of the ghetto the Gully God's role is nearly - if not wholly - purposeless.


RESULTS: I am a B…A…..D…….mutha$@#*!!!!!!!!! Lmao

Not So Lost

Not So Lost


By Keith Kareem Williams

I suppose this blog post could actually be considered a prologue or maybe even a prequel to a new book that I'm working on. For now, the title is "In My Garden Lost" but that might change by the time I'm done. As of right now, it's the best one I've come up with. I'm experimenting with using the first person narrative so this is kind of a big deal. I guess it's fitting because this is going to be the most personal book I've written so far. "Sometimes Brooklyn, Mostly Mars" was my first attempt to show people some of the things that really go on in my mind, aside from the regular flow of fiction that I write. Someone I've grown to care for dearly has been pushing me to write this so, here I am pouring out old memories on paper.

Every relationship, situation or entanglement is like a new life. Believe me when I say that I've lived some beautiful ones along with the ones that eventually turned ugly. Each one is unique and different. I never get involved with the same type of woman twice if I can help it. I've always been asked what I like but I can honestly say that I don't have a particular type. You see, I understand that I'll always be the same ME technically so that's my only safeguard that I won't make the same mistakes twice.

As far as this book goes, I'm not writing it for the scandal value. I'm sure some people will assume that that is what it will be. It's definitely not. I'm really writing it to keep certain promises I made. I've never promised any woman walking this earth that I'd stay forever. Mercifully, I've always been wise enough to know that such promises are impossible to keep sometimes. I can only promise that I will keep certain women dearly in my memories and this book is the physical proof. I've always said that words are wind and actions create the only reality that matters. I've always tried my best to look deep into every woman that I've ever known. It's just that I wasn't always ok with what I saw looking back at me.

Like I said in the very beginning, when I first started writing this blog, "I promise to give you me….the real me…at all times….whether you agree with me or not."

The first line of "In My Garden Lost" reads like this: "It had already started to get cold and all of the leaves had already fallen from the trees when I met a dancer once."

….and so it begins.

Love, Lust and Other Strange Behavior

Love, Lust and Other Strange Behavior


By Keith Kareem Williams

After numerous, interesting conversations with one particularly wonderful woman, she suggested that I write a book about some of my more interesting "entanglements" with different women that I've had the pleasure of knowing. I've always been tight-lipped and private so I definitely am NOT the "kiss-and-tell" type but, she suggested an interesting method for me to tell the stories without giving away too much.

I started this week and just thinking about some of my past experiences brought a lot of unanswered questions to the surface. It has made me really think about the various emotions that were mixed up and bound in these entanglements, relationships, situations or whatever they could easily be classified as.

In High School, I had an English teacher who whole-heartedly believed that there were concrete truths in mythology. She was absolutely convinced that the Greek gods truly existed. She explained to us that the gods lived and had powers when humans worshipped them but as soon as we stopped believing, they ceased to exist. I found the theory interesting. Now that I've said all that, let me finally get to the point of this discussion.

To not be noticed by anyone makes a person feel invisible and almost ghost-like. We are social animals and yearn for interaction. This is the reason why some people will do anything, say anything or pretend to be anything for attention when it's missing. Being or feeling invisible too long breeds jealousy, depression, sadness and sometimes hate. I see it in people every day.

To know that others lust for you makes you feel alive and human no matter how humble or arrogant you may be about it. To know that you are desired makes a person feel like they belong, even if the places where they are warmly welcomed aren't ideal. Feeling the lust of others can become dangerously addictive if you're desperate to feel alive.

To be truly loved is the closest feeling to being a god. I heard it said once that, "Mother is the name for God on the lips of all children." That's a very powerful and true statement. It also applies to relationships between adults in a sense. If we're all going to be honest, what feels better than knowing that we are loved for real, in every sense of the word? The problem with love is that too many people become drunk with power when they know that someone else cares that deeply for them. As they say, power corrupts. I think this is a tragedy. In Greek mythology, the gods often tormented mankind. Even though humans worshipped and were in absolute awe of them, they did them harm for the sport of it. Eventually, people stopped believing in them and they faded. Now they only exist in stories and memory. The same holds true when you're loved and take it for granted. I've been foolish enough to do it...more than a few times.

Of course, I could be wrong but I doubt it. I've seen a lot in my short time here. Maybe not everything but definitely just enough.

Don't Speak by Keith Kareem Williams

Don't Speak


By Keith Kareem Williams


Don't speak or comment. I just need you to listen. In fact, I need a little bit more than that. I need you to open your ears so that you can really hear me. I need you to block out the outside noise of the world so that you can really feel me. Now that I have your attention…

Tomorrow does not exist and the future is a myth. I say this because by the time we get to tomorrow, it's actually "today" technically. The past is dead because we can't resurrect it. Right now, in my life, I'm thinking on a different level. I'm trying to have as many good moments as I can. I figure that if I add them up, find a way to somehow multiply them, I should be able to put together a good life. That means I have to subtract the parts I don't like, even if it divides my heart from the logic of my mind. That’s just basic mathematics applied to life.

I don't make promises anymore. As they say, "A promise is a comfort to a fool." I have no intentions of making fools out of anyone. Situations change from day to day. Who's to say if I will feel the same about something tomorrow as I did today, or even yesterday? The weather changes, the seasons change and there's even the constant transition from nights into days.

When you've been down the roads I've traveled, there will come a time when you just yearn for peace, void of illusions or confusion. I've suffered enough worrying about tomorrow and lost sleep over the past. I've learned to be concerned with the truth that exists in the tangibility of today. It's impossible to live anywhere but in the moment.

A palm reader said that I'd live a good life. I can't complain about how it's been thus far so I don't doubt it. I just want to smile and be able to trust the people that I keep close to me. Everything else will work itself out. The rules are always the same with me. Ride for me and I swear to ride for you.

The Do Better Blues

Listen to the song 1st and then you'll understand how it inspired this blog post from me. Like I told you guys, this blog is basically my life....in vivid detail. I give you the truth....always.

The Do Better Blues
By Keith Kareem Williams
Life is crazy ain't it? They never miss you until you're missing. Sometimes people cheat themselves because they don't listen to their own intuition, not realizing that the show is over and it won't be resuming after the intermission. Sometimes they're so used to the people that hurt them that they forget that you're a different kind of man. As a matter of fact, it's a little bit more than that. You're MORE than all of the men that they've met but they don't see it. It's just not time yet. After the music stops they'll sing the song to the same old song acapella. It's actually a tragedy when they say that they miss you badly.

You have to forgive them sometimes when they only seek out and see the bad. It's the lingering side-effect of every other man they've had. Life can get heavy when you've seen the same stories played out a thousand places but the only thing that changes are the faces. Crying becomes a familiar sound around you. You end up wiping away too many tears, only for the cycle to start all over again. The same process definitely become tiresome and makes your soul weary.

You always have a choice. You can try to be the savior but can you really rescue a person from their own behavior? Sometimes people don't want to change and who told you that they wanted to be saved? Truthfully, you're not even always in a position to save anyone, especially when it feels like you can't even save yourself.

Be cautious and walk carefully with people who only seem to see you when they need you. It doesn't make them evil, bad or mean-spirited. I'm just saying that it's better to find someone who loves you all the time, madly. Anything less will end baldy and tragically.

Don't feel bad. At times we ALL lose, only to feel the full weight of the Do Better Blues. Just remember that you always have the right to choose. Open your eyes sometimes and what you NEED will be right there, as plain as the nose on your face. I promise. If you are one of the people that love me FOR REAL, know that I'll love you back...always...... until they bury me.....even if we're apart.