Movie Review: IN TIME

Sooo... everybody knows that I work at AMC 30 in Mesquite, but sadly although I have the opportunity to see free movies, I don't exactly have the time to see them when I want. Well, this past weekend I went to work UBER early and was able to see JACK AND JILL and IN TIME. I'm going to discuss my thoughts on IN TIME, which is a movie that really caught my eye in its previews. The movie is based off a future aspired currency which is based on time. So if I wanted to buy a soda, I would pay four minutes of my life. The clock doesn't start until the human turns 25, an age that the human also stops aging. The clock is genetically a part of the forearm of every citizen. The poor people have no time, and the rich are practically immortal. I really enjoyed this film because I think this is a possible insight on the future ahead of us. I mean why not make time a currency, we use it everyday and all the time. It would only make sense to do so. The trick is to also brain wash the minds of the poor to never have an urge to rebel against the system. The movie displays this and how an ultimately good currency idea became a corrupt system. This movie is a must see, with main actors Dakota Fanning and Justin Timberlake.

A.R.T

What I am before you is a master piece,
A canvas already finished,
a box already diminished,
because the label on the side of it read artistic.

Let's listen-
listen to the rhymes I spit,
this stuff called rap and Hip-Hop-
The correct word?
Poetry-
with some music underscoring' it,
Just enough to make it fit-
Poetry in motion!
Listen to the vibrating sounds of strings and instruments.
the Music- hypnotizing us
the Words- brain washing us
The world- flip floppin' us
because every decade has a genre,
a style,
a fashion,
and a swag,
that brings us so much closer to the core of it all.
My method is simply ART.

Now sit back and watch-
Watch me perform,
the stars on the screen,
the actors on the stage,
all tryna convey a message through ART.
Because the ultimate goal is to spark the minds of humanity-
give them a piece of me,
only to have them wanting more.
If you're sitting down,
I want you to get up and MOVE!
Move your paint brush across the canvas,
your body across the space,
your mind to explore,
your imagination to soar,
move yourself to think outside the box and demand that you want more!

I want you to create!
Pull out a sheet of paper and begin to write away,
 turn up the music and dance the space,
get out your camera and snap some pics,
get on stage and perform a skit,
go to the studio and create some beats,
make the audience take their seats.

Tell them to Listen, Watch, Move, and Create!
Demand more from life and set the record straight!
It's no coincedence,
Can't be a mistake,
that ART is my method.
ART is my trade.
ART is my destiny.
ART is my fate.
Art is something that I have that no one can take.
Because ART is simply me.

A Tale of Hip Hop

THE ROSE PETAL RETURNS

	The Rose Petal Returns
	Monday, December 21, 2009 (7:30 PM) (I'm feeling contemplative) If it was simple i'm sure you'd get it, but your mind is far more complicated, when i call you through my nerves , sending signals to my brain, waiting patiently for the pain to remind me of the memory that made me sane, I shiver because i am aware that you are near. My goose bumps sink in meer elevation as your one rib meets mine, And all my fears tremble behind me , or should i say behind ones mind, But through the night you replied with your code, And with strong hopes that your arms would fold i leaped in front of the portal, but with a blink you were gone, And my rose petal died alone in the cold that you called home, The twilight zone, the black space of the cracked bone is shown, and my love cloned again. Waiting lop-sided on the bench of reality, ignorant to my fragility, i speek with tears...that only years of pain could endure, at this time alone i was sure, sure that you were a meer part of a whole, a meer petal of a rose, a big piece of my world that makes me whole, and without you ...should i dare sit in the cold, waiting ....just waiting for the ice to mold into shape? or maybe beg for your cape of heroism to save me from myself. how could you come back and not say hello, not add flavor to my jello, not greet a fine fello, wait...are you mello? I'm afraid time has repeated itself, deaf am i or meerly blind, but at the corner of my eye i noticed something flew, the rose petal has returned, and ice...so have you.

BRIDGE; REVOLT REBEL REVOLUTION

Untitled from niloo jalilvand on Vimeo.

Blind through the dark mist.

At night when you think you're sleep, yet you're still awake, your mind begins to wonder. Thoughts that have long since been lingering in the back of your heard come to you like boomerangs in the Australian dessert. I say all this to ask....What do you think about at night when all is quiet and asleep?--except for your mind of course.