A Girl in the World & the World in a Girl…

{December 17, 2012}   #DescribeYourLifeInAPicture.








{October 20, 2012}   Mirror Mirror.

It’s Reflective.



When you think of, and wish for all the:
-wonderful and
-right things you want for you and your life; chances are, the next man wants and thinks of those things for himself too.

If you want it in and for your life-chances are, the next man wants it in and for his life, too.
If you do not want it in and for your life-chances are, the next man does want it in and for his life-just the same.

So what are you going to:
-begin doing
-stop doing, or
-do over

…too, or just the same-either way?

{May 30, 2012}   That’s Just It. Baby!

Anything [used] “AGAINST” you, is…never was…and never will be FOR you…

That’s just it.

Those who mind-don’t matter. And those who matter, don’t mind.

You don’t have to acknowledge, explain or excuse
nothing to anybody who has love for you.

“Shortcomings” are merely things: Assumed, Supposed, Conjured up,
Proposed & Imposed…by people who really have no love for you
and would rather see you long-going rather than:

-Coming out
-Coming up
-Moving up

…Period. Dot.

Give ’em hell, baby!.

(That’s gives ’em heaven)…

{May 17, 2012}   The Sickness.

One thing I absolutely, positively, unequivocally loathe /strong&gt
(right up there with pedophiles, serial killers, rapists & other weirdos)
is an envious & jealous person.

Because it’s a terminal illness and a VERY self-bludgeoning emotion that does not go away,
while remaining in a relentless pursuit and constant search their “To Whom I Am Concerned”
upon which to wipe their diseased and infected blood.


{March 30, 2012}   Tsk. Tsk. Risk.

Never go out of your way, to get in the way of-or to make an opponent out of someone who is willing to take risks that you are not, and “live life” better than you.

It’s a no-win situation.

Because they are better able to survive life, either way, better than you.

{March 24, 2012}   FEAR -vs- CLEAR

Let’s talk about FEAR.

Fear is not just some action in which we see a thing
and run for cover-to a corner, or behind some couch and begin
shaking and/or praying, to shelter ourselves from harm.

Fear is mostly the harm that we do unto others, as a result
of the preconceived notions, thoughts, or feelings that shake
and shaped our minds, and have shelter up in our own heads…

Please, whatever you do.


Or (think) you KNOW about fear…

Or whatever you DO about fear…

Read these words and know what “fear” really is.

Fear is fear of the unknown-the unclear about any: thing, place, or PERSON…

Racism is a poison that creeps and seeps into the crevices of the heart and
mind about any particular race, social status/socio-economic status, race, creed,
religion/belief about another person opposite (or unknown) as comparison to us/our own.
Rather than to establish dialogue and conversation, we have chosen to have a conversation
amongst ourselves-in our own heads, which fear makes us antagonistically act upon.

JEALOUSY and ENVY is fear.
Jealousy is a poison that creeps and seeps into the crevices of the heart and mind
about any particular person that we feel has something(s) that we wish we had,
cannot obtain, refuse to work towards obtaining, or know that we will not,
or are not capable of obtaining (being it: material, physical, or social)

HATRED is fear.
Like racism, hatred is a poison that creeps and seeps into the crevices of the
heart and mind about any particular race, social status/socio-economic status,
race, creed, religion/belief about another person opposite (or unknown)
as comparison to us/our own. Rather than to establish dialogue and conversation,
we have chosen to have a conversation amongst ourselves-in our own heads, which
fear makes us antagonistically act upon.

FEAR is fear
There is nothing to fear, but fear itself…
…’Nuff said.





Being bold opens up the way to “clear.”

Being bold eradicates fear.

These are words of “fear”:
“He’s just staring.”
“Now he’s staring at me.”
“Yep, he’s coming to check me out.”
“ ’These assholes..’ they always get away.”
Take a listen:

More words of fear (at 1:52):
(whisper)…“Fuckin’ coons”

And THIS…is the result of “fear,” and what the COWARDS WHO FEAR do:

When you harbor fear in your heart, your mind, and your thinking about a
person; you can impair the way that they think, feel, operate, function,
eat, sleep, and LIVE…


If ANY FORM of racism, prejudice, jealousy, envy, or hatred, is in your
head with regard to any other human being for which you have elected to feel
(or act upon); that means that you, too, have chosen to be a coward and
validate your fear as “real.”

Anything unclear, unrevealed, and unsettled is not clear-therefore it is NOT “real…”

And when it is not revealed, settled, or made clear (through something as
simple that a little dialogue and conversation will cure), we too, are
George Zimmerman-WITH or without a gun in our hands, Because we too, affect
the lives and livelihood of the people we “shoot”…just the same.

So as long as we:
…We too, are no different than George Zimmerman, unless or until, we get “clear.”

The way that we socialize today, “assumption” is the new conversation and
receipt of the way that we [choose] to receive, process, and believe “information,”
(especially about a person-another human being).
The more that we do this, the more we lose the capacity to care or change-either way.


Welcome to our “world.”

Where are YOU in this? On this? With this?


In line at the grocery store?

At school?

At work?

On the telephone or cell phone?

…You don’t have to be in Florida with a name called: “George Zimmerman,”
in order for you to be a coward like George Zimmerman.

Get your act [or whatever you feel is your lack] together.

Stop “shooting” at innocent people who you feel are “in your way.”

If you THINK you’re bold enough to pick up a literal [or figurative gun to “shoot”]
someone down by impairing the way that they: think, feel, operate, function,
eat, sleep, and LIVE; try being bold enough to initiate REAL dialogue and
conversation outside of the one in your own head-making you run up on
people-“shooting,” or shooting them…

That same person(s) that you “shoot” and shoot are HUMAN BEINGS with people
that (like you?): love them, need them, rely on them to make it back home
at the end of the day with all their emotional and mental faculties in tact.
They (like you?) have people that rely on and need them to make it back home
in one physical piece.
WITH peace.
IN peace.

Who are YOU to decide that they haven’t the HUMAN right to eat, sleep,
operate, function, or cope?

Who are YOU to decide that they haven’t the HUMAN right to the most peaceful
quality of life that they can live?

Who are YOU to decide that you have the right to run up on someone and interrupt
all of that-because of the fears in YOUR head?

Get OUT of your head.
And speak your mind.
Or forever HOLD your peace.
And hold your PIECE…
Stop “shooting.”
And stop shooting…

Most of us can relate to this situation, and our hearts cry out.
We can immediate say ourselves, or about our sons, brothers, and nephews:
“I am Trayvon Martin.”
But are you not “George Zimmerman?”, too?


I figured out what the Key to Life is.

The moment that you associate success with a destination rather than a journey
(never-ending), you concentrate too much on one thing to lead you to a destination…

When we stop associating “success” with “money” and a “destination”-we journey: rich.

When you think about a destination, you arrive at a point that where you set out to be,
but upon its arrival-then what?

It’s all in you.

Think of yourself in dimensions and layers.

Every day, discover and uncover new things about you and all that you can do-that
no one else can do (like you).
That creates self-worth and value for, and in you.

When you remain confident in that fact, you will truly understand that the
Key to Life is a journey that is never-ending for you, because you become
aware of your many dimensions and grow a repertoire of “You”-that eliminates
the stress and frustration happens as a result of being and concentrating on
one thing, of one dimension.

I learned that those people “arrive” and crash.
After a while, the destination is boring to them.
They drive (and their drive) is in circles.


Spinning the wheel.


Their only happiness is usually in the spending because they themselves are already spent.
As a result they are not truly happy, nor are they really content.
That is because not only have they forgotten about the “journey,” but they traveled to the
destination on one thing and to a capacity of one-dimension and one destination…

You have to observe your surroundings of what you THINK you want, and WHERE you THINK
you want to be, in order to see what’s REALLY going on…to see if the destination is
really all you think it’s believed to be…

Make you the person you claim you are, driving to, or wanted to be…



Enjoy the journey and all things along the
way that come WITH it.

Enjoy and take the smooth with the rocky.

Enjoy the rollercoasters, and enjoy the train-wreck rather than
concentrating on “getting there.”

You have to look at success as a continuum of LIFE…

We live until we die.

As well, we journey until…

Or we die.

Ponder that.

{February 19, 2012}   Show.

Like “love” we tend to toss that word around to express
its action without actually expressing its action.
…and we stop there. The intent, the thought,
and the sentiment is good enough (so we think).

Like “positive” or “be positive,” we tend to toss that
sentiment around as an (ill-attempt) to encourage-without
actually assisting, encouraging, ennobling, motivating, or inspiring.
“Please don’t disturb my groove,” is what that means
when we merely toss that sentiment.
Because we toss it, and we stop there.
The sentiment is good enough to make us look good without
actually taking action on making to whom we send its sentiment-do
positive enough, or feel positive enough.

In expressing gratitude, we are quick to say: “I’m so inspired.”
…and we stop there. That so open-ended and momentarily sincere…
Inspired to:
-Feel what?
-Share what?
-Be what?
-Do what?
-Change what?
-Dream what?

When we speak of things, ask, and answer questions to ourselves
(like we do to, and around others); our personal integrity can do
nothing but force us to genuinely act upon what we say.
(That is…when we have personal integrity)…
When we think it, we feel it-we then, act upon it…(as best we can).

Instead of being so quick to “throw” love
(under the guise of positivity and gratitude)-do something about it,

-Feel love
-Be love
-Shave love
-Give love


“Toss” love.
“Throw” love.
and show-off, Love…

How about:
“Show love,” my Love…

Anything less than demonstrative of all the above is positively
counterproductive, conducive to, and equal to nothing = NEGATIVE.
That’s what “negative” means: of, doing, equaling to nothing.

So let’s get over sounding deep and looking good for “show.”
Let’s stop pointing fingers at, and outward.
Dig deeper.
Go in.
Mean it (if you can’t show it).
And if you’re not gonna show, that’s cool-but don’t say it.
Simply act like you don’t know.
Because if you don’t show.
You can’t grow.
And you can’t very well Ennoble, Assist, Encourage, Motivate,
or Inspire someone else to grow if you don’t “Show.”
You know?…

If power of life and death is in the tongue, then we not only
should be careful with what we say, but as well-we ought be
careful with what we do (and do not do)…with what we say, too.

What’s good for the gander will always and forever
(equally) be good for the goose.

That being said:
-What do you?
-What mean you?
-What say you?

{February 12, 2012}   The Dealing.

When you know and love someone who [like anybody else-had their faults]
but above all of that-was so: Generous, Giving, and Sweet…yet in retrospects disrespect;
spent their entire life on their knees…whose feet literally went no where in this world-now
forced to live it on their back…face and eyes up toward the ceiling, now unable to use their
voice to speak…say what it is they’re feeling…

…Then you have no idea why, or what it is I am dealing.

Even if you knew me-if right now, you can’t say that you know this about me…right here is now,
so don’t ever say that you “know” me-and with what the fuck I’m:

So when I find time to smile.
Stay a while.
For my joy has to surpass sprints.
Stay teflon-tougher than the back of a slow-moving turtle.
It’s a must, even more than a fat woman thinks she needs a girdle.

{November 23, 2011}   Making The World A Better Place.

Of the manys ways we speak of-to make the world a better place,
none will ever be as remedial as the fact that if we were as
quick to love, as we are to hate. And as quick to be motivated
and inspired as the fear & envy we contemplate; the world
would be a much better place…

{November 6, 2011}   love, Love.

I often think about “love.”

It’s almost undefinable, because it can go on and on,
and mean so many things to so many different people.

But one thing I DO know about love is this:

You can’t just “love” someone because you “love”
so many things about them.

To truly love someone is to not only love their attributes,
virtues and light. You have to be introduced to, accept them,
and love them when their vices and darkness overshadows their light.

So what DO I know about love?

I know that if you ever called yourself loving someone,
and their vices stood in front of their lightness,
and you hated them-then what you did was lust them, like them,
or you were simply infatuated by them-what you felt wasn’t
really “love” for them.

Because you can’t love someone until you’ve loved and stuck
with them-even when you [felt like you] “hated” them…

No matter what kind of love, Love.

What is love?
Show me your hazy.
Show me your crazy.
I’ll show you: “yes,” “no,” “might be,” or “maybe.”


{October 4, 2011}   Excuse Me. Let Me Explain.

Excuses (like explanations), are like credit due: you give or offer them where they’re owed.

{September 24, 2011}   The 80-10 Rule.

Most often, we have a tendency to think that it’s a kind of “spiritual spell”
that we send out into the universe to place upon another person that we “feel”
has harmed or hurt us. We tend to think that is Karma’s main role.

Rarely do we contemplate the notion that her purpose and mission is also
something that is a result of choices that we make, or a message or a lesson
that she wants to give us-just as much as the blessings we are so used to
attributing her in thanks for.

I had what I considered to be a “life altering” experience that plagued me for years.
And during those years, I think I “carried a big knife” of Karma wishes for the person
that I felt was the reason behind all that I had gone through
(as a result of my response to the trauma that originally started off on a level playing field).

I have a motto: “if you don’t want to slip or get caught slipping, stay away from slippery places.”
Sometimes however, you won’t know that you are in a slippery situation until slippery happens.

Well, slippery happened. And the unfortunate part about it is that I was the one
without the “power” in the situation. In dealing with people (especially in non-business)
having the “power” in a situation should never be an issue unless someone has ill-tent
or if ill occurs.

Well, ill occurred. And the one with the power in the situation took everything to
a whole new level that was way over my head and in no way could defend and no one
else (uninvolved) could even entertain the thought of (much less-understand).
The more I put the person as out of control as I could, they turned it up each
step of the way until I was backed into a corner. They thought it was cute, clever
and so covert that they handled it all as if I was locked in some underground
basement that was miles away from life and civility and should just deal
with it-because there was no where to run, hide or yell out to.

That angered me. That is when I had to think of a master-plan: fight back
with the only resource and ability that I had to fight back with, which
involved “beating ‘em in their own neighborhood” (so to speak).

Well, I got results (somewhat) in that it lessoned their “power” (somewhat).
They knew it was not in their best interest to be so brazen with me in ways
that they were in the beginning. Because although I did not have the “power”
or resources to (literally) beat ‘em in their own neighborhood, the steps that
I did take, put me on their soil (in ways they never entertained the thought I had in me to do).

Though I got results (somewhat), eventually it plagued my life in ways that
I not only didn’t anticipate, but didn’t carefully “map out.” Because I only wanted
freedom from the situation and to get it eradicated, I didn’t feel that I had to
“map out,” premeditate or lie about anything in order for the truth to set
me free from them. But it didn’t work that way. What I sought out to be free
from turned more into a sensational happening to the eyes of others,
whereas my mind and reasoning behind getting it dealt with were
far from “sensational.”

It was a nightmare.

Seeing as though I could tell that no one was going to have any
interest in seeing the situation as serious as it was (from my mind’s eye),
I began to present it to anyone what I felt could free me from it, in a way
that would be “sensational” to them. I was desperate by this time.
Because every passing day, it seemed like this person’s mess was all
cleaned up-yet, the both of us knew that they hadn’t and weren’t going to walk away.

I could not believe it.

Every day, I nearly woke up and went to sleep “praying” to be in the know
when Karma’s shoe was going to drop in that person’s life. I refused to live
with the fact that this person blew into and through my life like a storm
(uninvited) and got was getting away with it (unscathed).

All that was left after the storm was: the sensation, the skepticism and me.
My life was ruined as a result. Because the truth that I defended and fought
with in comparison to their “power” over the situation-made everything look
like it was probably my imagination or an over-exaggeration of what really

No matter how far I had gotten with my results, deep down inside of me,
I could not live with the fact that the person was not punished. I needed to know,
to see and to witness Karma in action in order for me to be satisfied.

(Many of us) think that once we call upon Karma to get at people that we feel have
caused us harm, we must also oversee her work[ings].

No slaying dragon fantasy of how it should be done in our heads is further from her
spiritual realm of reality (that she is in control of).

What I learned about Karma is that though she is not blind, she is deaf
(to our cries and calls to her). Almost like “talking too [her] hand.” How do I know this?

I met her.

She’s this little white-haired, wise old-lady who sits in a wooden rocking chair
behind a one-way, sound-proof window with her legs crossed-flipping through the
pages of her itinerary as if she is flipping through the pages of a magazine;
finding out who’s naughty, and who’s nice. Because she knows that she is coming to town…

She’s not a friend any more than she is a foe to you, or to me.

She has no attachment to either one of us. No “favorites.” No “least favorites.”

She’s less interested in us-individually, and more interested in us in relation to
the world, the universe, and other people and things co-existing with us.

She’s merely an unbiased universal gate-keeper who rewards, reminds and runs the
reaping of what we’ve sewn (positive or negative, bad or good).

Whatever is relativity true, false or so (from person to person), is concretely:
true, false, or so (to her and her only). That’s her role. She is the universal
go-between and the referee of all that we debate and have tug of wars about.
She is the final decision maker who rings the bell (to begin), or throws in the
towel (to make an end).

Man down.

After awaking from a haze of what I assumed was the gist of Karma’s ways, clarity
came into view and this I learned was true: Karma’s spirit is kind of like that
saying that goes: “life is 10% of what happens to you and 80% of how you respond to it.”
That 80% is the sum of the pain you’ll collect, the lesson, the blessing, the demise,
the rise, the fall-all that. Because that 10% is: none of our business, out of our
control and the [good or bad] workings of Karma.

So all the while, I was standing behind that window, beating on it-trying to tell
her how I wanted her to come down on that person, what I learned is that you do not
call shots for Karma-she calls her own. She does things her own way and by her own
time-as she is related to Father Time. Her secret about how and when she is going to
do whatever it is she is going to do is between herself and “To Whom it Concerns.”
Karma is and never will be any of our business. I learned that they hard way.

In order for you to keep your sanity, and live a life with any semblance of normalcy,
you have to adopt the 80-10 rule and respect that fact that She runs that 10% and You
have a whole 80% to deal with and live with. Take from that-lessons or blessings and make
lemonade out of lemons with a life of your choosing: bitter, sweet or both.

I chose to make it sweet. So pour some sugar on me.

The only way I could make peace with the situation was to see make the “sweet” of it.

Had I not had that episode in my life, I never would have known who my real and true friends
were, from who really wasn’t. Everybody is a friend when things are well and smooth sailing.
But it is the traumatic times in our lives when you are able to see true colors shine through
or fall back. I was grateful to the episode for giving me that lesson. As a result, I changed
my life around and re-arranged my definition of what a “friend” is and became more careful
about who I gave that title to. Luckily “BFF” became a substitute for “friend,” because if
it weren’t for that, I would’ve been down to 3 “friends.”

Pour some sugar on me.

The “sweet” of it made me stronger. Although I can admit that it altered my personality
somewhat, it did so in areas that I really needed and otherwise, would never know.
And from it, I learned the lesson that you get it how you live it. That’s with everything.
From getting the results of something from the level you live it, down to getting the life
you want to the level of how you live it (as well).
That put fire under my but and took me from a mundane level of comfort and complacency,
and forced me to BE about what I TALKED and as well: DREAMED about.

The only freedom in this life that you really have is the access and options that you have in it.

Pour that sugar all on me.

In order for me to stay sane, I had to make my bitter turn sweet by letting go-and letting
Karma work her hand-if and whenever she saw fit.

So what do I know about Karma?

I know that Karma’s spirit is like a field of seeds, gardens or weeds: lessons,
messages or blessings, but not ours to “pick” from.

So the floral of the story is this:

I spent years of my life, fighting a battle that wasn’t mine in the first place.
And while I was so busy on a crusade to join forces with Karma in getting the person
back for what I felt they put me through, years had passed and that person had sealed
their own fate and demise-without my help, after all. The curtains they brought down
onto themselves had nothing to do with me (after all), but rather, what they had done
to me was a debt they owed to Karma-who finally paid ‘em a visit
(after all and on her own time). I didn’t even realize that person had their meeting
with Karma already because I was too busy trying to make Karma my ally and slay the
dragon the way I saw fit (in my head). Years had passed and she had already come to
town and did what she came to do and was now behind that sound-proof one-way window;
sitting in her rocking chair, reviewing her itinerary and done with the both of us
(my nemesis and me).

It took a long time and my quality of life and personality to be shifted somewhat,
for me to finally realize that I still had a whole 80% to work with (after all).
And although Karma didn’t slay the dragons the way I wanted to (from scene in my head),
she still handled her functions in my nemesis’ life in ways that I never could have
imagined-nonetheless (after all).

So all was not lost, and I’m working on and with that, as I write-right.

Right now? Score: 80-10.

Stay tuned…


{September 20, 2011}   Day and Night.

Every morning, I am thankful for the gift of the day-for
allowing me to open it and chose my present-present.

Every night, I pray to have held on to; my heart and head.
And keep them in sync while I dream to make manifest dreams
that don’t have to be chased, but rather, within my reach
from out of my sleep.

What are you thankful for, and dream of when you’re awake
from your sleep?


{September 13, 2011}   Bringing Sand to the Beach

If life is what we make it.
We can:
*make sandcastles in the sand
*bury ourselves beneath it
*sink in it
*leave footprints in it

{September 11, 2011}   Emergency 9.11

If you know or keep up with me, you know that formalities and gestures
(no matter how serious the matter or its intention); annoy me and crawl under
my skin more than anything in this world.
Because they are most often self-serving and are “THE” day at a “THE” time rather
than one CONSISTENT or GRADUAL day at “A” time.

Life goes on for the gesturer after the gesture.
Their [good deed and feeling] of saying: “I attempted,” “I suggested,”
and “I offered” almost always ends right there.

My thinking regarding formalities and gestures is as such:

Don’t serve me dinner or hand me a turkey at Thanksgiving and December
25th, when on February 5th I may need that same dinner and turkey. You will be no
where to be found. So hand me that turkey or serve me that dinner on Thanksgiving
or December 25th-on February 5th as well, or teach and show me to ways that I could
buy my and serve own.

We are all guilty of formalities and gestures on a public or personal scale
to varying degrees-with those we know personally, and as well, those we do not know personally.

It’s like that trite thing we do when we see someone from our past.
We take their phone number at the end of the conversation, knowing that we most
probably will not (or do not have much of a reason to call). But the formality
and gesture of the offer or exchange somehow smooths things along for us (or them).

For years, I have been so guilty of the doing the same thing. Until I recently
got comfortable with saying (and meaning): “Well, it was good seeing you and I
hope all is and continues to go well with you.”
(If I know in my heart
there is probably no need for me to offer or exchange contacts as a formality or gesture).

I do not like feeling that kind of “guilty.” So I gave up on that narcotic.

I refuse to spew my political rants on social forums unless I know
that I am on route to Capital Hill to stand next to people who are actively-on the daily-fight
to do something about all that I am ranting on Twitter about. That (to me) is counter-productive
and ignorant. Because it serves no one-not even the ranter.

That being said, if I cannot show you, teach you, serve you dinner and give you a turkey on
February 5th, I would rather decline to stroke my dutiful ego on Thanksgiving or Christmas
for the sake of saying: I did my part in something “ennobling” for that (literal) day.

If I cannot look you in the eye or you cannot look me in the eye and say: “I am offering/exchanging my contact with you because I really need to talk with you,” then I won’t suggest, exchange or offer.

As I mature and keep it real with this person that I have to lie down at night and wake
up in the morning to look at; formalities and gestures are no longer my style of clothing
for the day. Because people are serious about:
-their life
-their heart/love
…(and all the subcategories that fall up under all three). Regardless the face and
fronts that they put on for the world.

Stop and take a look at the words and rhetoric around you.

For many, the way we socialize today only adds to the insecurities we already have.

Observe the words in your face everyday like: “unfriend,” “random,” “de-friend,” “unfollow,” “follow,” “verified,” “block,” “unblock,” “deny,” “accept,” etc.

Those are words to set the mind up to tell the heart of a person that they are somehow:
validated, inferior, liked, disliked, superior, subservient, domineering, rejected, favorite,
un-favorite, accepted, included, apart of, apart from, isolated or separated.

As I point to my temple, I say to you:
That is all a mind game-baby-built for the strongest (who not only can survive it);
but who knows the game. And how to deal it, play it, deal with it, wheel it, will it, and win it…

EVERYBODY’s got on their persona and pixilated suit in this life and social game of three-card
molly, no matter how “natural” or effortless it looks. EVERYBODY’s “The Wiz” in this thing-just
to varying high and low degrees.

No matter who, just pay attention to the insecure or grandiose, inferior, competitive,
combative, justified and unsure rhetoric of the people around you. Each and every person…
everybody (the from the movers and the shakers down to and through the stealers
and the takers) are pixilated behind some form of insecurity that they are fighting
tooth, QWERTY keypad and nail, not to fall into obscurity on.

With that being said, when you can, where you can: DO.
Do keep it real.

Let me give you a side bar note about something in relation to the moral and my reason for this blog.

Have you ever watched Joy Behar interview a person? (She’s the lady comedian who one of the host on
“The View” and she has a late evening show on HLN as well, where she interviews celebrities, politicians, etc).
To a lot of people, she’s annoying as all get out (from what I’ve seen, read and heard).
She “seems” negative, piercing, nosey, antagonizing and downright offensive and invasive
(to some people that I’ve seen her interview). But do you know what the “problem” is with her?
She makes people “accountable” for what other interviewers often times leave open-ended or unanswered.

Often times, these celebrities and politicians get on shows and say profound or delightful things
(that would actually be interesting to hear how they arrived at such a conclusion or premise).
But on her shows, she will ask: “so how so?” or “why?” or “when?” or “what made you say that?”

When they’re being truthful about their delight or profoundness; they can flow right
into answering the question. When they’re untruthful or were savvy in saying something to merely
fill a line in an interview; they get choked up. That has happened (with Joy’s interviews)
more often than not.

I’m always curious about human behavior, so like for a year or so, I was almost obsessed
with watching her interviews (plus she’s funny).

But people (like Joy) who ask questions, require more to conclude or believe [in] a thing etc., Or people who provoke thought or contemplation (like what I’m doing in this blog), look like rebel-rousers and negative troublemakers who are problematic and chaotic.

But that’s not always so. People like that are the minority (in today’s world) so
[to mostly the insincere and superficial people] they upset the “status” quo.
(Or to those people who are playing the Laws of Power mind-game and use it to the
letter and like a bible to make it through this social life we’re living). With any
book-you have to know how to take what you need from it and apply it per-situation/per-person
(sometimes) in order to not lose your “humanness” in all this “stuff” in the world.

The point that I am making however, is that-day by day, we are becoming such
a nation of superficial exhibitionists. And these forums that we socialize on, enable
us to have the platform to be so-where we otherwise would have none. So with that
“opportunity,” we are becoming top-notch exhibition opportunists (now more than ever).
All of us: me, you, the person next to you and so forth. We’ve all been guilty at some point.

We are very concerned now, more than ever, with what other people think of us and
how they “view” us. So much so, that we are overly concerned with what we say
than we are with what we dobehind, and after we say it.

We offer sentiments of empathy that mean nothing five minutes after we publicly declare it.
We quote quotes that we do not live by-suggesting to our audience how they should live
in order to be considered “humane,” or “right” in their daily lives.

When if [like the quote that gets me the most: “Be the change you wish to be in the
”] we really did be the change we wished to see in the world; do you really
realize how much better a place this world we be if we really followed with action;
the sincerity we put on display-what it is we quote and say for either: attention, sportsmanship,
tradition or notoriety?
Think about it.

That is why I almost never quote quotes. I just say what I feel-even if it sounds like a quote.
I try and move away from that because I’m guilty of the same inaction as well-like you are too.
We all are.

Yet, there are people (on foot) out there helping, fighting and defending rights of things that
we are too busy quoting and publicly proclaiming-to pretty up our walls. They are out there climbing walls.
And they are not soldiers-they are civilians who take active stances to make phone calls, gather
lists and go to make things happen about the stuff that we offer superficial empathy and condolences on-everyday.
We think the extent of defense and help starts and ends at our borders-and it doesn’t.

There are people who know and help orphaned families and children of the people that perished in the
tragedies that we publicly emphasize about. We haven’t a care about outside of “what happened,”
much less-how their loved ones are living-since (their tragedy).

In spirit, karma and from the empathetic heart; condolences, prayers and empathy are more enough-but
best served quietly from the sincere heart. But when we pretty up our walls, personas and images with
condolences and empathy; we forget that the cure (in addition to the prayers and well-wishes)
is one thing that we all can agree on: our time and our money. Time is money just
like we can offer our time or our money in making anything that is wrong-right. And we allknow that.

What good is offering condolences and empathy on a thing for the sake of not feeling shamed for
not acknowledging something that, (if we can) would best be served by doing something about?

During my own years of superficiality and saying stuff to add to my “persona,” I became more
comfortable with keeping it “all-me” and all “about me,” rather than publicly offering or saying
something that I couldn’t (or wasn’t) doing anything about-past the chair that I sat in, especially
when I knew it was because I didn’t want people to shame me for not acknowledging. But in not doing
anything about it, I felt just as fake. So I learned to do what works for my soul while
empathizing from my heart-to whom it may concern.

But that’s me.


In 2009, I was on the Global Grind website, and Kimora posted a traumatic video of
this lil’ fourteen/fifteen year old boy who was brutally beaten by the police. It was all caught on video
(close-up at that). I had never seen anything like it. The boy was unarmed, swollen, turning blue and bleeding
from places I never could image (while trying to breathe). It was like the two cops had gotten a taste of the
adrenaline of what a human kill and torture felt like-and they beat this poor little poor to a literal pulp,
as if they could feel pleasure in their own bodies.

I held onto my chest and breath after I watched the family and the onlookers responding to it all,
but low and behold, after reading Kimora’s post about it-I couldn’t hold my voice back. So I sent
her a hell of a “how dare you” letter. Because I felt like, how could she post this type of story
and interject the fact that the family was having a hard time getting it brought to justice
(because of their finances). Yet, she is not only wealthy-but she posted and published the story
on her website!

For me, it shouldn’t have stopped there. To me, to not step up to the plate (whether silently or publicly)
was less than acceptable. So I read her the riot act about it-right on her website (which was deleted-and
as a writer, I usually keep everything I write but I just went right in and replied-and my post will never
see the light of day again).

All that is fine and dandy and I would be remised if I didn’t mention that when I followed up on the story
later-she did step up to the plate and help out.

Whether or not she had plans to do it before the post or after my post-that’s neither here nor there.
What matters is that she did something about what she PUBLICLY claimed to have empathized about.
So I respect that-thoroughly.

I wasn’t picking on Kimora because she was a public figure and because she was wealthy. Little did she know,
I had the same kind of debate with my best friend in 2005 when the IVR political debate was a hot button issue.
She and I argued like cats and dogs on the phone about it and we hung up and didn’t speak for weeks about her
concern about it versus my issue, which was: “Why in the hell are you playing arm-chair quarterback from your
chair and screaming at the television when there are people in Washington doing something about it?
Yet you and I are sitting on the phone arguing the issue and neither one of us are standing on any steps in DC!”

It just made no sense.
Some things, no matter how serious the sentiment involved, make no sense to comment on where there is
something that can be done after the comment, formality or gesture.

It’s pretentious, in a way.

In closing my long-story long, I say this.

In this day and age of being self-conscious of how we are looking to and FOR other people, we still have to
keep it real-and allow our empathy and sincerity to match that, versus our personas and egos.

So I’m going to start with myself.

On this day of remembrance, even some ten whole years later, outside of
where I was and what I was doing when it happened; I cannot recite to
you ONE person’s name from the 9.11 tragedy (and you, reading this, probably cannot either-in the midst of
all of our formalities and gestures).

But there are people who can: those whom it directly affected.

Regardless the conspiracy theories, the fact still remains: some people died. That’s real.
And my sincere and heartfelt blessings go out to the families and friends of those that perished on
this tragic date tear-stained in the lids of all our eyes to have unfortunately seen.

On this 9.11 date, in addition to the empathy and condolences that we PUBLICLY express for
these families and surviving loved ones, we should also use the thoughts of this day to consider
the things going on in our own personal back and front yards-to the people in our own lives (living)
whom we are awaiting to offer our empathy and condolences at what? Their perishing? Their funerals?

If we can publicly offer it to people that we don’t know, then what about the people in our own lives
(we owe it to) to step up to the plate and do the same? Make our own wrongs-right-rather than at tragedy.

While in our heartfelt formalities and gestures of the day, make them even more meaningful by
really meaning what we say-going forward even after today, as we cherish our
own loved ones and good times in the lives we live now, the way that we do in times of tragedy;
when to whom it would concern, is no longer here.

Keep it real with them (and yourself) while they are still here-like it’s an emergency

Be blessed.

{September 10, 2011}   The Friend Commandments.

1) Keep my secrets as if you are paid to keep them.

2) Naturally treat me like I won the lottery and my check is in the mail.

3) Know that encouragement supercedes congratulations (not the other way around).

4) Guard my heart like your chest plate shields your own.

5) Stab me with a spoon in the front, rather than with a knife in the back.

6) Good or bad, tell me (not someone else) what’s on your mind-especially if I’m the one who put it there.

7) Be “me.” Represent and be able to present: “me,” like I would-me-when I am unable to be there to present and represent myself.

8 ) Feel “me” when I am not feeling myself.

9) See “me” when I do not see myself.

10) Hear “me” when I am not hearing myself.

This reciprocates. Then it oscillates.

Air between.
All ten equals sun in.
Never dissipates.
No if’s, and’s or but’s.
No fair-weather…
Minus one command:
Nothing to claim. Nothing to venture. Nothing to gain.
Just: fair.
My friend.


Beyond our presumptions, and assumptions lies our greatest liberation.

Don’t envy me.
I have nothing but:
*something to do
*something to look forward to.

All else outside of that, I will have to leave preoccupied by you.

Don’t pity me.
You know not of the blessings that have come from my rain or my pain. I’m blessed-I could never be made to feel shame.

Don’t hate on me.
You know of none of the battles that I am fighting and going through.
The things I do to turn my grey skies light-blue.
How I’m livin.’
What (ups) I’ve given.
What (if) of me’s been taken.
My poker face-when I’m really shaken.

I said it once and I’ll say it again to you:

Don’t pity me. Don’t hate on me. And don’t envy me.
I have nothing, but:
*something to do
*something to look forward to

All else outside of that, I’ll have to leave you concerned with and preoccupied by you.

In spite everything and all, when I fall, even taller-I stand tall.
I’m blessed, so I can thrive and smile.
I’m blessed-in my shoes, no one can walk 1/3 of a mile.

I’m blessed.
Highly favored.
Sweetly flavored.
Uniquely tailored.

I have something invaluable
*something to do
*something to look forward to

So allow me to school or liberate you:

As we concern ourselves with that… for you-you can discover this too.
What’s good for me, is also available too:
*something to do
*something to look forward to

Don’t pity, hate and envy, NOBODY’cause it ‘don’t serve you!

{August 18, 2011}   Spiritual Gratuity

Some things for which there honestly is no expectation, still deserve an explanation.

Because when we know better, we [have the opportunity and choice to] do better.

People have the function of personal integrity, selflessness, spirituality and the act of spiritual gratitude all twisted sometimes. It’s a silent way of paying it forward.

Paying forward is praying it (going forward)…

We are all spiritual beings (in spite of how deep some of us delve into us, as compared to others with themselves).

As spiritual beings, we are like vessels: recipients of blood and oxygen to ensure functionality.

The spiritual thing about being “vessels” is that, like the literal vessel; we cannot see it-but it thrives because of some THING that makes it function:

The element of air is: freedom.
Air is unseen but it is felt.
It is able to fill up any container that holds it, but it needs to expand indefinitely…

As a spiritual vessel, anything in life commands your: attendance, your affection, or your attention for any amount of time in which you have been:
• ennobled
• encouraged
• inspired
• motivated to do
• motivated to be
• motivated to have

Do not stunt its growth by:

• being spiteful to it
• stifling it
• suffocating it
• sequestering it

ESPECIALLY if it does not cost you anything outside of a little bit of personal integrity and spiritual gratitude. Anything outside of that is merely sententious.
That is not “love.”
That is not selflessness.
It is quite the opposite…

Let me give you an example of “personal integrity” (for which the reward of reciprocity is spiritual gratuity).

Personal integrity is a little bit like this VERY POWERFUL scene at the 3:00-3:39 point where you can see Mister over in the field watching Nettie reuniting Celie with her kids and herself.

Towards the end of the movie, this union was all made possible by way of Mister doing the right thing: going to the Immigration Department and releasing all that he held onto: spiting, stifling, suffocating and sequestering Celie-all those years.

It cost him nothing but a little bit of personal integrity to take that walk to the Immigration Department in order for another human being to breathe again; a whole new breath of life that she had been sequestered from…

So whether it be the wrong that you may feel someone has done to you or because of the wrong that you are holding onto out of spite for another person.
Or just the same-it may very well be the “right” that someone is doing for you in the form of:
• ennobling you
• encouraging you
• inspiring you
• motivating you to do
• motivating you to be
• motivating you to have


• spite them
• stifle them
• suffocate them
• sequester them

Spiritual gratitude is just a thing we do (in silent) even if [like Mister; watching from across the way-we do it without ever having to say: “I did this or that or this for you”].

It is an act of doing rather than withholding and spiting, stifling, suffocating and sequestering.

The beautiful thing about it all is that it is as free as the air we breathe and never costs us one dime in order to do so.

Personal integrity and spiritual gratuity is: what it does.

So make it dew, what it do: what it’s due.

And allow all deeds (done or undone) be between you and the Karma Gods.

{June 17, 2011}   A Certain Kinda Guarantee.

Uncertainty is that thing that we know nothing is guaranteed and certain except uncertainty itself.

But, for certain, there is one guarantee: that’s what life and living is all about.

Life itself is certainly beautiful.

{June 17, 2011}   Singing Lil’ Bird.

“Don’t trust them: this one, that one this one. Trust NO one,” she said (and always says).

Some moles slip through holes and’ll be in your ear or on your phone:


When I knocks it out the ballpark she brings it-right on home.

Though she gets on my effin’ nerves, she refuse to lose or strike out
’cause she knows what you had when it’s gone…

I don’t trust her either-but she does, and does know about what she says.
So I trust that-than the other-eithers, ’cause let her tell it
(or tell me) they’ve all-already been read.


{June 17, 2011}   Potassium.

When you trust and know you, it’s easier to blossom and just-be.

All else beats on its chest, roars & climbs your tree.

He say.
They say.
We say.
But she say:
“Hmm. Let me see. How-a-bitch gon’ call you a monkey, when steadily climbing your tree?
From my end-I could visibly see you, from yours-I can’t even see me. I stand front and center.
You watch-but wish that you could be me. Be with me-no-so you diss me.
You clown, wishing you could jump up down on, pound on, then flee me.”

Monkey see. Monkey do.

Since I’m doing me, wouldn’t the monkey be you?


{June 14, 2011}   She.

Worry is paralyzing, but still-she walks tall.
Smile on her face with tears about to fall.
She’s seen it all.
Never crawled.
Turns invisible.
Walks through walls.
Like nothing at all.
Stands tall-in ways that others fold and fall.
She: Not-at-all.


{June 11, 2011}   Loose Ends.

Loose ends.
Weeks’ end.
It’ll have to be more than just then name of a group’s band.
It should have a knot tied tight at its end.

The wind.

{June 9, 2011}   Love Reflection.

When you find something to latch onto for you-you are less likely to latch onto things-and lose you.

Magnetically, things that are for you will latch onto and connect to you.

That which is not, will lose and loosen from you.

{June 9, 2011}   Mouth Over Matter.

Always own up to and be aware of your own (negative) feelings: where they are, why they are, and how they’re kept when it comes to indignation of another person (who has no knowledge of, played no part or participation in, and nothing to do with the rumblings on inside of you).

It’s not healthy to go around carrying a big knife for people over the goings on in your mind-especially if you’ve never even had a conversation with them about it: out of your mouth.

That means it’s just all in your head (literally).

{June 9, 2011}   Trite the Cliche.’

Don’t look at some things as a ‘bridge” if it is obvious that its troubled waters burn.

Do forget “where you came from” if it held you down, rather than up.


The feeling is like this.

Have you ever seen the movie “Juice?”

Remember Q, Steele, Bishop and Raheem were friends.

Bishop killed Raheem.

Q and Steele was right there when Bishop killed Raheem and couldn’t
do a damned thing about it right now.

As a result of that, Bishop was like a total eye sore,
booger and sore thumb in their lives-they just couldn’t get away from him.

Every turn they made-he was a stressor and annoyance and NUISANCE in their lives.

To add insult to injury, after Raheem’s funeral-they all gathered at Raheem’s house.

Bishop had the nerve to give Raheem’s mom and sister his “condolences” and
stood there, looking in their faces like he was a pillar of empathy.

Remember that look that Q had on his face while watching Bishop talk like that to
Raheem’s family-when he stood there knowing the truth, but by God couldn’t do
anything about it right now?

Now, image that whole scene, accept the person that was shot, was you (figuratively).
You’re living, but there’s is nothing you can do about it (right now). Not because of blackmail
or fear or anything like that-but the shooter knows that it isn’t in your best interest right
now-and doesn’t serve you do anything about it (right now).

Your only way to keep your calm and keep your head (for far too long now) is to play the
game-to maintain your peace. But some days, you’re not in the mood to and regardless-either
way-it (or they) just won’t go away
(and weren’t even invited in the first place)…and all you got right now is to ride
and rely on karma.

But that bitch is taking too damned long…


{May 1, 2011}   Woo Bring Thee Joy.

Life can seem sadistic-teetering on masochistic.

There is no “simple solution” to it.

We feel unhappy with it sometimes because we think we are supposed to be happy in it.

But the truth is, we have to take our joy from it-like a thief in the light…

Happy is a condition.

Joy is the only state of mind that is the state of being.

Whether we realize or accept it as fact, “happy” is a fluctuating and fleeting emotion; contingent upon so many things that ignite it (long or short-term).
But pursue it-intently while remaining gratefully content with where you are and what you already have, and with that-joy will definitely be found.

{May 1, 2011}   Ram. Bam. Scram. Damned.

Even before discovery of, I don’t like Aries men.
But in one slash two, as I grew, I found a friend.

One of my besties was an Aries.
Our energy always clashed.
We’d fight like junkyard dogs in the phone horn and face to face.

But we love hard, as besties-just the same.

When I ride-she ride.

When I cry-she cries.

When I hurt-she’s hurt.

But if she’s hurt, she brings her heart-wholeheartedly.

If she lie-like; she hide-like.

But when it comes to me-I trust her truth over everybody’s plight.


‘Cause she ride-right.

But I fly right.

I pack light.




I evolved.

Damned right…

{March 11, 2011}   Kiss of Life.

Flirting with the delete key of life, virtual or otherwise-a kiss becomes essential.

That kiss, in certain farewells that we bid, should be considered their
kiss of life: a spiritual favor and deed-deemed necessary by cutting off your
lifeline to certain things or people (so that you may help them discover that
they-themselves-really do have a life…outside of you).

Despite their claims and proclaims to not; some people
love drama and turmoil-constantly: all day-everyday.
They invite their minds and spirits to it-they insist on it-really (despite what they say).

They say you get “it” how you live “it.”
And you get “it” how you give “it.”

The same is true for what we seek.
When you seek peace, love or inspiration-you will find: peace, love and inspiration.
When you seek seek strife, drama and turmoil-you will find: strife, drama and turmoil.
It’s that simple.
In life and with people-you get what you come for (regardless the degree of it).

Certain people do not have the strength to free themselves.
That is because they do not have peace within themselves, so, they cannot
know how…they only know of what they really love constantly

In such case(s) you have to teach them and show them (by freeing them).

When they flirt with the delete key of life (virtual or otherwise) then you must kiss them.

Simple as that.

Sometimes, that is the best and kindest thing you can do for them, so that they can
discover and find the kind of peace that you feel, the kind of peace that you
insist on having and living (and wish to not to have disrupted).

When you truly love yourself…you truly value yourself and your peace.

When you truly know love and peace-then you are able to
[and have no problem with] demonstrating these words:

If I cannot be a gift to you, then the best I can be is a lift to you-for you.
Thank me for you loving you (enough) when you didn’t love yourself enough (to free yourself).
Thank me for pointing you in the direction of what it means to love yourself-by freeing you and
giving you the wish and kiss of life. Peace

{February 3, 2011}   Grow and Go

Life is like a field of flowers.
As we grow, we blossom.
We grow with those who grow with, support and love us.
Nourishment leads to reciprocation which leads to oscillation.
We never step on them-no luck can come from that.
No blessings can flourish in that.
Likewise, no luck or blessings can come from stepping on that which does not grow with and nourish us.
Those are simply thorns that we do not touch; we simply walk around or past that.

{January 30, 2011}   Undefined.

Give me Dread.
Give you Red.
Give me Boo.
Give you Blue.
Earn my Loyalty.
Give you Royalty.
Never duplicated.
Somewhat complicated.
Simply stated:
One Me.
One You.
Such a Rarity.
Way you stare at me.
Not a Parody.
Give me You.
Give you Glue.
Give me True.
Crazy Glue.
Unguarded Me
Just for You.
Through & Through.
Others I’m passing.
Standing Tall.
No more wall.
Beckoned to call.
In to win.
All within.
Truth is thin?
Gone like wind…
Said it once.
Say it two:
Give me You.
Give me True.
Like Crazy Glue…



{January 30, 2011}   My Autotune.

With the exception of a tear in the eye.
I never have or will press rewind.
I live on pressing: Fast Forward. Stop. Pause. & Play.
To live in regret and rewind
To me, is to be in denial of where you are in this moment in time.
Well, for me, these moments in time require no rewind.
Those moments only require right, wrong, reasons, and contemplation.
Conversation or explanation-but no rewind of that personal station.
For I NEVER bow my head in sadness, sorrow or shame.
I know full WELL my name, heart and mane.
I do nothing just for thrills, fame, money or in vain.
Whatever I do, wherever I go, I stake my claim.
When you stand still on water, is when I bow to your name.
On my walls and in life I write, rhyme and converse that.
All which I feel needs a cap twist-back.
Or I write of love, happiness and all that is fine.
What I see, think or feel for that moment in time.
Other times I turn the mirror to the buffoon
And then release MY autotune:
From Angie’s mane, what I press is the only name of my game:
Fast Forward.
So pleeeeaaaassse don’t get it twisted.
If I let a lot of things get to me I’d be sifted.
I stay blessed and know that I’m lifted.
Good mind, great eyes, green thumbs, big heart
…I am gifted.


Mimosas, toasters & sofas: things like rollercoasters.
Doing everything that you’re s’posedta.
Shown true colors and then most of.
Up then down, around like a rollercoaster:
Instant. Fast. Stop! To the head like mimosa…
Think I’d better rest on that sofa.
Sleep til’ mornings-clarity, it’ll be over.
On to keeping focused like I’m s’posedta.
See, I don’t drink or sip mimosa.
Been years since I rode a rollercoaster.
So rest on that like a sofa.
In to that silver box.
Burned up to the top.
You go in, then up you pop.
Just like that toaster…
I can’t tell you any better than I can show ya…



What it is to know humility and when you have evolved, is to maintain the same plight, presence, stance and person full with abundance or empty with deficiency.

If on one extreme, or the other, you find that you cannot handle either extreme (with the same plight, presence, stance and person) then, somewhere along the way you have allowed the world and all of and in it to control you.
And have done yourself solid deception and disservice…

Freedom is the indefinite subscription to the fact that you cannot miss what you never had.

It is attachment to nothing-so nothing is owed to you, therefore, you owe nothing.

Freedom is adhering to never putting yourself in any situation that you cannot walk away from.

Ownership of the self is atop the pyramid of power-a kind of power in the game of life where you have no challengers, therefore: no competitors.
The necessary common denominator is the greatness in you.

Having ownership of oneself is a little like this: the strings that dangle and the wands that swings from left to right in the faces of others; (controlling their lives, greed, desires and needs) in your eyes; are merely pendulums.
Pendulums by which your: resistance, ability to do without, willingness to tear down and rebuild by your own watch and rules, is what separates they: the weak and owned who cannot function without. from you: free and strong-built for this and willing to do without.

That kind of power is exclusive only to the mentally adept, emotionally intelligent and spiritually lifted.
With that, and with all the above; you stand strong, secure and proud-content in knowing that with or without any thing(s) in particular, you remain who you are and do what you do-just the same. And as if it or they never came…

When you adhere to that, you invite nothing to your life but that which too, is only for the right thing and ready to do right by you…

{January 29, 2011}   ABOUT THIS BLOG SITE

Just: Angie

Doing Angie

Always…All ways.

et cetera