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{August 14, 2013}   The Kendrick La’Movement.


Regardless whether it’s silent, you’re tip-toeing, or ignoring;
we all know what’s going on: a movement was created.

If something inspires you to think, act, react,
or feel, either way-just the same-a movement was created.
After which, it is up to the mover to keep it shaking
(with, or without your permission, and with, or without
your cooperation, blessing, or participation).

But the truth is, it can’t be denied or ignored.
This is not a passing phase.
It’s a force to (now) be reckoned with [and answered to-on wax].
Its already reached the likes of:
Big Daddy Kane, Pusha T, Big K.R.I.T, Mac Miller, Joe Budden,
Just Blaze, Trinidad James, Tyga, Talib Kweli, Fabolous, Cassidy,
Wiz Khalifa, [and even former Laker’s coach Phil Jackson I might add—despite
the fact that he didn’t understand the rap context with which his
named was used, bless his heart]. I’m chuckling.

But he did it.
Who is he?
And what is “IT”
KendrickLamar_photo_Dream-Urban “He” is Kendrick Lamar-that’s who.
And “he” got our attention. But inadvertently, little did he know,
he also opened the gates for every rapper (male or female) to flood
it with flow by flowing himself on Big Sean’s “No Id” freestyle
(which included Big Sean and Jay Electronica too, by the way).

I’m not a rapper by no means, but I’m a poet and a writer-so just call me a floet-I’m cool with that.

Call me impartial, but I’ve always had a thing for [all kinds of rap] but it’s
something about listening to the sounds of the hustle and flow
of a rapper tooting their own horn about why dancing to the beat
of their drum [versus the next man’s] is where the party’s
at—just gets me excited. It reminds me of the essence and root of hip hop:
• Bravado
• Lyrics
and/or
• Storytelling—period.
(The hook or the beat didn’t matter so much).

This La’Movement by Kendrick Lamar excited me that I gave it a name.

I’m happy to hear this kind of gallantry and bravado about a rapper’s
prowess come from a rapper’s mouth DIRECTLY [and without question
about WHO he was talking about].

I don’t think it was to start beef, or even to “call out” or
challenge any [named or unnamed] rappers but rather-lyrics of true
honesty about what he feels about his desire to kick the door in-in this
game and be amongst the greats-because he feels that he too, is just as
great (and he is proving himself to be).

Why does it excite me so much?

Because if you know the history of rap, what I think will become of this
La’Movement is (even if just for a little while) it will be sort of like
that old Roxanne Shante/Real Roxanne answer to UTFO that kept spinning and
spawning raps that answered the rap before it [and on and on].

This thing though, spearheaded by Kendrick, I feel will start a movement that
will press the pause button on rap with top of the line beats and repetitive
hooks that carry the song [and end up glorifying mostly: money, “hoes,” clothes,
drinking, strip clubbing, and other indiscriminate “turn up” behavior].
This thing, here-this La’Movement, will be an exercise in having [called out
rappers as well as rappers not mentioned] step into the ring and put forth their
prowess as well (on wax).

I LOVE IT.

I feel that this verse on Big Sean’s record that was act of true passion and
honesty from Kendrick that inadvertently will end up being something in the
rap game-that will be worthy of being remarked in rap history.
This kind of thing hasn’t be done since Roxanne Shante/UTFO, you know.
It just hasn’t.

Another good thing about this is that, if you’re paying attention and know
how the rap climate fluctuates; although women have contributed to the rap game,
the foundation of what’s going to sell will ALWAYS be determined by male rap
(over female rap).

So when you have male rap dominating the game merely talking about
“money,” “hoes,” “clothes,” “clubbing,” “drinking,” etc. it presses the pause button
on the female’s ability to get in the game unless she comes in talking about something
wretched (“ratchet”), or along the lines of what the male rappers are talking about currently.
And nowadays, there aren’t too many rap females sitting it out right now, and underground on
mix tapes really trying to come in the game talking about being “hit from the back”
(in order to sell records to keep current with/along the line of what males are rapping
about right now-at this moment time). The male domination in the rap game is so strong
right now and some of the heaviest hitters and female protectors are dead and gone and
the ones that are living aren’t exactly looking to take the next rap damsel under his
wing and put her on.

Just like a woman is quick to say: this is a man’s world, the males in this lions den
of the music game have every right to say and feel the same (about stepping over into this
male dominated field): she’s got to hold her own, Yo.

With that being the case [and reality], not many female rappers sitting it out right now or
rapping underground are willing to compromise their skill and rap game respect for stepping
into a rap climate that’s singing only tunes suitable for them to twerk to and rap about, too.
So if she’s trying to sell records RIGHT NOW-in THIS rap climate; she’s going to HAVE to be
nearly as ratchet (under the guise of her “sexy”) as what these male rappers are rapping about
right now, because in THIS climate, if she comes out poppin’ about her rapping prowess-it’s
not going to be so well received (in the mainstream)…

A movement couldn’t happen until a male rapper changed his tune. And little did
Kendrick Lamar know-he did that.

This movement that Kendrick got started CAN change the game in a way that will benefit
a whole lot of people:

• it will give the rappers who are putting out “candy” (and known only FOR putting out candy)
a chance to prove they too, can step their game up
• it will give the real lyricists who [right now are putting out Hip-POP “candy”-to sell records
and stay along the lines of the rap climate] a chance to put THEIR candied mics down and do some real
spitting again (like they already can). It’ll be like exercise to them-returning home
(to the essence and roots of hip-HOP)
• and too, it will possibly RE-open that door for female rap to bomb rush the
game and talk their talk, too.

We shall see, huh?

P.S.
The Internet is a’buzz with people having laughed at @JoellOrtiz-the first to step
up and answer Kendrick (especially having not even been mentioned on Kendrick’s verse)
but know this: THAT’s Hip Hop. That’s what he was supposed to do.

When the UTFO / Roxanne movement happened, when didn’t have Twitter.
So we thought these girls stepping up to these rap dudes was all apart of an
extension of the rap. News traveled slow then. So it took YEARS for many of us to
find out that UTFO (who rapped about this girl named “Roxanne”) didn’t even KNOW
these girls answering their raps [from–as Queen Latifah coined it]: “a can of paint.”
But it took Hip Hop to another level!

So let Kendrick Lamar and all female and male rappers who dare to step up-cook, ok?

That movement was Hip Hop history.
I love Hip Hop. You love Hip Hop.
And that brand of love-deserves an encore in a new way (for more than one reason)…

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{June 16, 2013}   Father, Dad’s and Men.

Outside of a select few of every other friend…women have NO empathy and understanding for, and towards one another (especially around men, and openly across the Internet and in public/other social settings).

Ladies, stop being so hateful and purposely trying to impress these dudes on the Internet [like the armchair quarterbacking of (some) of your all-of-sudden ballgame interests], by tossing “bitter” women around on Father’s Day–for expressing their displeasure of the deadbeat dad’s in their kid’s lives (or their own dad’s in their own lives).

UNFORTUNATELY, some women DO have that experience and too, ARE on double-duty for life (raising their kids, or having gone through life without a dad in theirs). Have some empathy and try to understand THAT, and the fact that those women may very well get over the neglectful dad, but as a woman of single parent; the hurt of the fact that the father is living, breathing and walking this earth is something they have to work through DAILY-the world outside their door already won’t allow them to wallow in self-pity, so they don’t need your opressing them in an effort to impress these dudes out here that you’re trying to seem “live,” and “cool” for.

HAVE SOME COMPASSION…

Most shameful, are some of you same girls who (on this very same Internet) have broadcasted your OWN personal domestic situations and the fact that your OWN child’s father too-want nothing to do with your child yet, you think you’re being Internet- cute, dissing women (in front of these dudes). Are you serious?

Second ‘shame on you’ award goes out to the woman with NO kids, or having never experienced it-speaking so uncaring and harshly about something you know nothing ABOUT. You will never understand the plight of a single-parent woman and what goes through her heart and mind when she places her hand under the chin of her child’s while trying to hold her own up-never…

I’m going to shorten this PSA by offering this lesson to take with you: http://bit.ly/13RvmZH but ladies, let me close by saying this (because we ALL have experienced this thing one time or another in life, no matter HOW evolved we may now be): The next time YOU or another female close to you is crying, moody, agitated, hurt, pulling pant legs, getting ignored, rejected etc. by that dude she loves and wants that doesn’t want her BACK, (and although this isn’t the sole reason)… take a look at the examples men are getting of a WOMAN’S WORTHINESS and WORTH, based on how YOU devalue other women right in front of their faces…

“The Streets AND Tweets ‘is’ watchin.’ ” …for any man who hasn’t selected his wife yet; all that devaluing gets played on their subconscious. And in the dating game, all a woman needs is one minus in her corner with him and he falls right back on his subconscious and conjures up from that mixture; a thousand reasons why ‘she aint shit,’ and unworthy, not just of him-but of not even being treated well and respected, sometimes [for some women].

P.s- If ever you want to pump your chest and prowess by calling yourself “thinking like a man” think about this: MEN, have too much pride to shit on other men around women, unlike, and in ways [that women have no self-control in doing] around THEM.

Unfortunately, as a man himself, Steve Harvey only has the capacity to give you a man’s reaction to you/a woman, that (as a man himself); he thinks the biggest quest in a woman’s life is bagging a man and getting a ring. Not his fault in thinking that, he’s just telling it like a man would from his SUBCONSCIOUS by way of experiencing and watching all these women out here doing and saying anything they can in a fight for men’s attention, affection, love, or commitment-stepping on other women in the process. Think like a man and stop yourself right in that moment. You’ll make yourself look better (and like a LADY) in the process…

Instead of seeing other women as being in your way, do know that until you make peace with seeing diamonds in other women (no matter how flawed), you will never get out of your OWN way TO BE SEEN by a diamond kind of man. You (yourself) will only keep finding yourself with men who habitually take up with women from out their subconscious…

Keep it cute by being understanding ladies.

Keep it cute. Boys become men who become husbands and fathers, or deadbeat men and dads. Often times, it’s not always ALL their fault…



{May 21, 2013}   angelasherice1.jpg




And so she said it… she admitted it:
“I always battle with how much do I reveal about myself.
How do I stay current? How do I stay soulful? I felt like I had
been so commercially successful but it wasn’t enough.
It’s something really stressful about having to keep up with that?

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I’m going to get spiritual and deep for a second (before I go deeper and worldly),
by saying what I truly feel about the nature of “relevancy:”
Generally speaking, if you can part the crevices of your brain to part your
mouth to say that any human being living, breathing and walking God’s green earth is
insignificant or irrelevant; you are in dire need of a huge (and humiliating) piece
of humble pie. Because everybody in this world plays an essential part in it that too,
makes up this world and universe that we all share. If everything was for everybody
(at the same damned or blessed time), there would be nobody. And as we accept (and honor)
that there are geese and gander, Indians and Chiefs, and statues and pigeons that often
times are interchangeable (by choice, situation or circumstance) only then are we truly
humble and can respect the fact that every human being is relevant–but significant
at varying times (and situation or person-depending) sometimes, significant forever
e.g: game-changing, rule-changing, law-changing, rights-changing, life-changing.
(You get the idea)…

Rarely are things so general and “black and white” anymore (you can attest to that by having
your own choice in deciding whether you chose to use the word “current,” or “relevant”)
but the fact of the matter is that in another world: the world of industry; relevancy,
significance (or “staying current”) has a whole other importance all its own.
SOME PEOPLE’S LIVELIHOOD depends on it-regardless how relevant
[I still say they are]…as we allare, generally speaking.

Yield.
Pump your breaks for a second.

As a writer who publishes (to the public), because I’ve found that so many people are so sensitive
and quick to not weigh out anything past what completely pacifies, serves, or patronizes them

before I throw up on you-my thinking behind the nature of relevancy and significance; I feel that I have to explain
to you: my thinking, and a little bit about my writing, which will better help
you understand this essay as you read on (and prepare you for when I go “in”):

I, Angela Sherice, am a published author and realwriter of books/novels, short stories,
I write songs, blogs, poems, essays and on published (blog) articles.
And too, I am a journalist who writes (two different things).

Know that a real journalist has to be trained to think (and write)
like a real journalist (just like a real doctor or surgeon
has to be trained to practice medicine). In real journalism writing, there are
rules and secrets that you have to pay an institution in order
to know. It’s nothing you can just pick up with experience, practice, and time.

The secrets and rules are much bigger than just having the ability to write
(a book/novel, short story, song, blog, poem, essay and article).
When you are a real journalist (studying/having studied journalism only
brought to you by way of an institution); you will find that your ability to
form, edit, finagle and dazzle, or your creative prose, writing talent, skills and abilities
doesn’t even matter and holds no weight in the field of journalism.

Journalism knows that throughout your training, once you learn the laws, secrets, regulations,
and rules of the field as well as the journalist’s bible:
(APA versus MLA journalism’s grammar and style) like back of your hand in ways that a pastor
(should know) the religious bible; when you have had it drilled through your head enough that your:
• honesty

• objectivity

• aversion to cowardice

• aloofness and indifference to scorn and contempt

versus:

your personal feelings
…is what will pay you 80k a year to sit and write mere 800 to 1200-word articles 2-10 times a day.
And it’s not going to come easy and with creative writing know-how, you will definitely
learn the importance of what straight-shot, straight-shooting honesty, objectivity and the importance
of aversion to cowardice, and aloofness and indifference to scorn is to YOUR OWN LIVELIHOOD.

In considering that:
• A writer who too, is a real journalist will know how to write a journalist-styled article
(regardless how creative you may or may not be).

• A writer who too, is a real journalist will know that having not knowing the secrets
and rules of journalism can (and will cost you your 80k a year job).

• A writer who too, is a real journalist will learn that someone else’s ability to
form, edit, finagle and dazzle, or their creative prose, writing talent, skills and abilities holds
no weight and competition to true journalism writing.

• A writer who too, is a real journalist will learn that in the world of journalism, your:
Honesty, Objectivity, Aversion to Cowardice, and Aloofness and Indifference to Scorn is what will keep food on your table.
not your personal feelings about the person/subject (and not to whom the article may be about)’s personal feelings, either.

It is for the readers who will always outnumber the subject and outnumber the writer
(and the weight that both their personal feelings may carry). So if it’s not for a book or creative piece of writing,
the reader has to be respected and given a journalist-styled essay or article that is completely objective
(regardless how decorated, sexy and pretty it may make the subject look, and/or as well: how upset it may
make the subject feel)-just the same.

It’s kind of like writing-like-thinking-like-a-lawyer: Dealing with facts, in objectivity, [but/except]
with unbiased honesty to the addition (or expense) of whomever it may ruffle, offend
(or even celebrate)-it’s all one in the same thing (with a journalist).

This form a writing is not a business for cowards and equally/as well, not a business for the interjection
of the writer’s personal feelings if the writer wants to be trusted by the millions of people for knowing
that what you are bringing them is straight-up, unbiased honesty
(even to their agreement or disagreement, too).

As a writer who wishes to encompass all (that pays for my living) and entails all that which is necessary
to become a “whole” writer; in order to have an edge over the all the rest
(in order to have significance and to be necessary); I have to pay for, and learn, and rely on more
than just my being able write a book/novel, short story, song, blog, poem, essay and article. I have to pay
for, and learn, and rely on more than my natural ability to form, edit, finagle and dazzle my readers,
my creative prose, writing talent, skills and abilities-in order to be a beast and a force to be reckoned
with in this writing game. In order for me to do so my relevancy is to “stay current” on current events,
stories, situations, lifestyles, and people-my body of work, versus [it being necessary] that I show my self
or my body in order to promote or sell my work or agenda. But as we roll (and role)…with the change in times,
(for some) what’s unnecessary becomes “necessary” [so we feel, are seeing, and are experiencing]…

So in preparing you for a blog/essay with a title like:
Under the Guise of Staying “Current”: The Pressure Cooker of Industry and In-the-Street Relevancy & Significance
know this about me-Angela Sherice:
• If you want my subjectivity, personal emotions,
go buy my fiction books. I narrate them from my voice, my thoughts and my feelings.

• If you want my objectivity based upon experiences of my own, experiences of
others that I’ve observed and/or that which may be factual, truth, tried and tested;
go buy my nonfiction books.

• If you want to know my metaphysical thinking and a feeling,
go buy my astrology/personology books

• If you want to know what’s on my mind or on my heart,
feel free to peep into my social media sites like: Twitter and Facebook

• If you want to know what’s going on in my personal life,you just have to know me
personally-have (current) communication and access to me by personal phone and home

• If you want to stay abreast all things Angela Sherice, go to my website 24/7/365

• But if you want to get a dose of my complete and utter unbiased, honesty and objectivity
stick with my essay writing on my blog, or anywhere else online where I comment or write articles

Having explained all that, as a writer, I see things in ways that the average person does not.
I have to, in order for me to be able to deliver a story [to that average person] in ways that
helps them see what they missed, or even to agree (or disagree), but walk away having had something
new to think about or feel about. As a writer, that’s my only goal (and pretense).

As feeling person, I can easily blame my years of studying psychology and philosophy on
my “thinking” in ways that the average person would consider “overthinking”
(where I would consider that average person an “underthinker” in ways and areas that will be most
advantageous and beneficial for the greater later).

I cannot blame my “thinking” solely on that which I’ve studied (at institutions), because I was a
person—a human being-a feeling being; an observant, thinking, and feeling child, teenager,
and young adult way before I paid an institution to train me
how to and how to utilize
“thinking” in ways that somebody who did not pay-cannot.

angie_10thgradeAs it pertains to this essay and subject of trend, relevancy and significance in the name of
“staying current,” all my life (child-teenager-young adult, well before being “institutionalized”)
when I was met with “trend” and all things trendy, I never fell right in to it, or followed
“crowd” no matter how fun or exciting it seemed-ever. For that, I am going to blame it on the fact that
during some of the most impressionable years of my life (4 through 11 grades), I attended a school where everything
we learned about our gifts, or talent; yes, we were classically trained in but in addition (and more importantly),
what we did as individuals and how we were individually was respected and honored
myex_and friends_seniorclowning_and fun_funtimes(rather than sneered and laughed at). Monday through Friday 8:00 a.m through 3:40 p.m.,
we weren’t slaves to “trend” (despite what life was like for us at home and after those hours).

angie_senioryearhighschoolIt wasn’t until I became a senior in high school when I had to switch to a new way of life,
“brand of schooling” and socializing where being a slave to trend was transparent and apparent
magnified in that one school year than my school years: 4 to 11-free of [slaves to it] never was.
Everybody walked alike, talked alike, used the same slang, wore the same styles of clothes, liked,
and did the same things (through my eyes) like a platoon or marching band in unison-a stark raving
culture-shock of sorts [for me]. Individuality was frowned upon, sneered at, and even outcast and obvious.

th (1)So when it comes to trend and relevancy (versus significance) in the name of “staying current,”
I can clearly see the difference in someone truly grasping and being comfortable with being “different”
and free from trite and trend, versus the only “different” [their] being comfortable with is merely singing
the hook from a 2Chains song called: “I’m different.”
It’s not about looking stupid by just trying to be different.
It’s not about purposely standing on the sidelines for the sole purpose of being rebellious
(without any purpose other than to just “be different.”)
Let’s be real. Not everyone is “different,” that’s why trend is so great and overwhelming.
The majority of people of the world (especially in industries) are comfortable being apart of
the majority because it makes them feel like they are apart of something or have some purpose.
Then there are some of people of the world who still feel purposeful, without being slaves to,
and overwhelmed by trend so much so that they lose their own identity while trying to fit and stay in.

Let’s rephrase the trite, tired, and most-untried: “Step outside the box.”
How about we say it a ‘different’ way that’ll maybe make you feel it, see it, and perhaps want to try it:
“Don’t be afraid to step outside of everyone else’s box…”

I have a keen eye for trend just as much as I have a keen eye [not so much as against it] but rather,
a keen eye for ways from it in order to be able to establish an individual way-
away from the mundane (but seemingly exciting) majority…but still be able to swim with the current if
necessary-for however long [necessary]. Because of that (and all above that I just explained)-as well-I
have a keen eye for when swimming with the current in the name of staying relevant has gone too far off
into the deep end, too…

In the land of titles and labels, a person’s label or title is not as important as he is a human being of,
or to mankind-first (because like I stated in the beginning); all human beings are one in the same and
relevant in what makes this world go ‘round.

But…in the land of significance (by definition: something signified, with meaning and suggestiveness),
labels and titles are indeed important, because in a world that goes and round and around, it establishes our
uniqueness, our hard work, and/or our contribution to society and the world around us.

No matter your spiritual subscription, if you are apart of this society and world that we live in and your
lights are on (in that you are not living off the land in a third-world country), you cannot be in denial that
we all have labels and titles that we all adhere to, answer to, admire, go by, ascribe to, and respect.
If you are in denial and discount any of that to be true (and you are of and apart this Western civilization),
it is only for one of two reasons: Your money is probably affording your lifestyle and living by way of
others (who do have a label or title), or you have purposely, by some unfortunate circumstance
or decision; fallen out of the world’s rat-race and elected not to apply yourself to discover and live through,
for, or off of your own uniqueness.

We have a:
World-(people in general, mankind, human affairs, organizations, institutions etc.)

Society-(voluntary associations of person for common ends, a community bound together
by common interests and standards set by groups of people)

Industry-(branches of manufacturing, business, crafts, or arts that employ large personnel
and capital, a distinct group of productive enterprises manufacturing activity as a “whole”)

dr_dre_detoxIn the industry, titles/labels mean everything (especially for the people who’ve earned them or are branded by
way of them). The flip side to that is that as an “industry,” people can (and do) claim any title and label
they wish to. We have DJ’s and producers who are “Dr.’s” whereas a real Dr. (who trained to be doctor)
may very well have a problem with that. kendrick-lamar-dr-dre But a DJ or producer may very well feel that he “does surgery” on the
music he produces and spins. So he brands himself as a “Dr.”

spinderella (1)Real DJ’s (who worked, showed and proved over the years while professing the craft),
openly express their displeasure with th (1)dj-solange4321singers turned DJ’s overnight when the clock strikes 12.

The entertainment industry (once a closed, but slightly cracked-open door) is now wide-open since the age of the Internet.
The Internet itself is its own stand-alone “industry” of sorts. Since its invention, everybody’s a “rockstar” now.

aerosmith-steven-tyler_26Years ago, the “rockstar” title was owned by real rockstars that looked like Jagger and Steven Tyler/Aerosmith;
with a guitar in their hands, strumming many-a-girls’ dreams with their fingers. Today, you are a “rockstar” in the field
of whatever it is you do (if you, or someone else) feels you do it well.

8800112Stripping, a profession that’s been in business since way before the wide-open doors of the entertainment industry,
were merely strippers in a nightclub, bar or tavern.
Now, strippers feel they are rockstars on the level of Beyonce and the like.

wordle-infoaccess_20080725-51Bloggers and writers who write online music or entertainment news are referring to themselves as “journalists.”

terry-kennedy-skateboardProfessional skateboard competitors now have to make room for 011012-music-rappers-who-skateboard-pharrellmusic (rockstar) skateboard novices.

Clive Davis Pre-Grammy Party - ShowArtists (like rappers or singers) Rappersare referred to as “musicians.”

musicYears ago, a musician was a real musician who literally wrote music with the funny symbols-music scores,
but especially-played an instrument. That is what a “musician” is (well-was)…

doorway_to_heavenBefore the wide-open doors, the entertainment industry (arts-music and acting for example), had a basic formula for
its artists who made it through: Change your number, change your address, change your friends, limit your family,
life as you once knew it is no longer. Revamp your look, change your image, talk and walk, “don’t stop for everyone-real
plastic but [you’ll] still have fun
.” That created an illusion and air of mystery about the celebrity that gave off the
illusion of just what it was that sold them to their fans and the public.

ne-yos-screaming-fans~s600x600Screaming fans once run amok in ways that [although they do today], they scream a lil’ differently now.
Because once the moment is over; they just get online and follow these celebs/(rockstars) all around the world
in real-time. They don’t have to wait (or pay) to see them next year; they get access to them for free.

Now, with the doors wide open and those same fans having direct access to them, the mystery is gone-the
illusion is no more. Those same fans too, are able to brand themselves and give themselves any label or
title they wish to, too-and make (or disillusion) themselves feel that they too are celebrities (and rockstars),
despite the few and far between ones that may still beg to be followed or friended on social media or they’ll
kill themselves.

For the most part, they are too busy branding, doing, and being rockstars themselves. Their loyalty is not as
consistent or strong as it was before the opened industry doors and they are singing their own tune now:
“Anything you can do, I can do better. I can do anything better than you.

These wide-open doors + this celebrity/rockstar unveiling of sorts, has removed that buffer of illusion that
once earned them job security (for being revered and untouchable). And the industry by which they are employed
has not comprised a new manual or locked its doors to help bring that “old thang back” for them, either.

ball-drop-nycThe industry dropped the ball.

Equation.1.aBut it found a way to increase its capital by employing and embracing various acts of
people (creative and otherwise) still, but without re-vamping its formula for many of its artists
(in the nature and land of remaining relevant)-leaving the artists (especially the women in it),
out to fend for themselves. So now, their management and machines are working overtime thinking of ways
to keep their clients relevant in ways that which unfortunately, mostly have nothing to do with
their body of work but rather: their bodies (and various other stunts revolving around sex or in
the nature of sex put in front of their work to work for them-in order to sell their work).

When an industry has found a way to stay in business and make billions by leaving the doors wide open for
mediocrity and fuckery, for people with zero training, struggle, or having sacrificed and lost anything while on
route to fruition of their dreams but instead (an exchange), are willing to stand on their heads for fame and be
paid way less than what it would cost to pay an artist/entertainer; it will create severe overcrowding to the point
where the circus acts (which are less costly to produce and pay) will stand at the forefront to serve as the
“entertainment.” This kind of overcrowding forces those who are trained and sacrificed, and fought their way to
their craft will (now) have to fight to maintain relevancy. And often times, that fight for relevancy would require
they “stand on their heads,” too.
Their hustle is now harder.

Slowly but damned sure slowly, whatever your talent and skills are, they will be put on the backburner, and mediocrity
is going to win big time (whether you like it or want to believe it or not).

Not only is it a trend of, and cheaper to produce by the industry, but it is also a trend that is embraced by millions
aspiring and subscribing to the same way in order to have, and be [rich and famous]. It’s gone viral like a virus for
which the only cure is in the hands of the industry and the Internet industry, both, whom are making billions by way of
it-so they are not going to pull any plugs, or close any doors [not just anytime soon] but ever. You are just going to
have to work around it and find other ways to stay relevant if you haven’t found a way to be significant. The door to
relevancy has been kicked down, occupied and overcrowded by the majority of winning fields of mediocrity.
Now everyone is as relevant as the common cold.

Your fight is harder when you’re smarter, or where (once upon a time) your talent and skills are what got you into
that (once) closed now wide-open door, now, you’re too much work and slowly becoming a liability of sorts.
Right now (and through to the extremely outlandish industry circus acts begin in the near future), your smarts,
your talent and your skills are a nuisance (because they need you numb and dumb now)-they have to put you on the
back burner because the industry makes more money with people untrained yet, willing to do far more than you in
order to be rich and famous. People who will have the nerve to post all down their social media pages
repeatedly [like a bad case of Tourettes]: “Hard works pays off,” not even knowing that what they feel was
“hard work” was merely the fight to beat the millions through the wide-open doors of mediocrity Tom Foolery.
They have zero a concept and understanding that all the “hard work” was what occurred while training, on route too,
sacrificing, and losing while pursuing and chasing the dream; something a slide-through on an wide-open door
could never comprehend and relate to.

So what do you do with all that?
In the land of maintaining industry relevance amongst all the overcrowding, you work around it as best you can.

Take for example, Beyonce’s Machine.

Once upon a time, I used get highly annoyed with the Beyonce’s Machine-how she would peek out with these
Diary of Anne Frank-type letters written to, for, or about something or someone currently in the news.
With the exception of if she had a CD or single out that she was either promoting or winning an award from;
it was like she spent all these years methodically ordering her steps up-up-up and away from the public and
all of a sudden, would only touch down like some force of nature to publicly letter-write or collaborate
with whomever was hot, (like Lady Gaga, Shakira, Alicia Keys etc.,). Either that, or it would be printed
somewhere that she was interested in collaborating with whomever was the New What’s Happening
(that she hadn’t gotten around to yet). I believe Adele was next up to Beyonce’s Machine’s bat.

When singer, Miguel got on the scene and it was reported that she wanted to collaborate with him-that was
like the last straw for me. It, to me, was becoming a kind royal presumptuousness or some kind of creative
masturbation of sorts-where, even if she had no project out to promote or place to appear, her Machine seemed
to play the back; waiting in the wings for the next New What’s Happening and send Beyonce out the gate for
the creative master bait like a highly decorated prestige and honor and stripe of being chosen for the next
Oprah Book Club selection–knowing the writer (rockstar) would gladly accept the offer.

Initially, it annoyed me. I used to suck my teeth.

But as a writer [and human being-first], no matter what I impulsively feel, I try and put my instant judgment
and thought about a person (or situation) aside and look at it from all four corners.

Having being well-versed with above-average understanding of the industry than does some screaming fan, that one
side of me considered that for years, I had been impressed with the fact that Beyonce managed to stay relevant all
these years even since Destiny’s Child disbanded and with what seemed like no years off, excelling and remaining
relevant (without having to take her clothes off) or jumping on the newly-evolved social media bandwagon and having
voluntarily lifted the veil of her mystery, but still being able to maintain relevancy despite all that.

JLO-jennifer-lopez-19228155-1280-960JLo’s another one.
Me and girlfriend of mine (a working actor in New York) had a secret bounty on her body for
what seemed like forever. We counted down the years that she too, has maintained relevancy without
having to take her clothes off and thus far, she’s been winning. Sure, I tried via many-a-dresses
and magazine covers. I tried. I tell my girlfriend: “The Robert Cavalli notorious green dress though!”
Friend: “Bzz. Sorry. That’s ‘fashion!’ ”
JLo is simply winning in how to play the game of maintaining relevancy (without playing and emptying herself-out).

In my eyes, considering Beyonce’s routinely disappearing into oblivion but managing to stay relevant without having to take
her clothes off, she had a one-up over JLo because (for years) she kept herself from the mess and cesspool of the
social media swamp: clothed, so I rested my guns on being annoyed with the creative master bait and handed her Machine
the award for creative genius business moves in the name of maintaining relevancy.

Then low and behold, and about a month after my understanding, the losing “Price is Right” sound-bite sounded off:
sound-bite:
GQ-Unveils-Beyonces-cover…Beyonce was in her drawers
with her tittys hanging visibly underneath a barely there t-shirt on the cover of a GQ magazine in a way
like never before in her entire career.

I’m a fair writer and journalist.
I am human. So I understood, especially after Beyonce’s honesty in expressing that even she, too, feels
the pressure [his her words] to: “stay current,” in the industry. I felt she articulated her point perfectly
and in my opinion; (especially considering her celebrity and consistent industry relevancy)…it was a big
step, decision, and some honesty for your ass.

In her words [and I quote]:
I always battle with how much do I reveal about myself. How do I stay current? How do I stay soulful?
I felt like I had been so commercially successful but it wasn’t enough. It’s something really stressful
about having to keep up with that?
[end quote]

In those few words, she articulated what countless other people in the industry do not even take the time to
consider before impulsively and publicly saying or doing [rash, crass, and brazenly stupid things] that
tend to make them look desperate for industry relevancy altogether.

Often times when you take a step back and consider and think through why you make certain moves,
you make better moves (than the majority).

In considering her talent, longevity, work ethic, and career’s success path; anyone in the same field as
she-if they were smart/had a smart machine themselves-Beyonce’s Machine should have always been a “compass”
and one to watch, despite the fact that they may, or may not be at the level of her celebrity and could make
the moves she’s made over the years. So in considering the meticulous methodical moves her Machine makes before
sending her out the gate, they had to feel that putting her in her drawers on the cover of a major
magazine was: “dire-very-necessary.”

It’s real in the field, Yo.

When it comes down to those numbers; the payroll (entourages, glam-squads, legal and creative machines and friends
and family) and others with families and mouths to feed–all having to rely on you, it’s probably a whole other
land of the unfamiliar that people like myself and anybody on the outside looking in would probably never be able to understand.

Sure, it’s easy to lack empathy and argue how unnecessary it [was] to take on some expenses that many of them could
have done without and still been glamorous. But (for those who were relevant and smooth sailing long before the
Internet explosion hit and the industry opened it’s doors so wide-open), who knew that so many
talented and worthy + untalented and less-worthy people of the world would all be able to play on the same playing
field and that mediocrity, Tom Foolery and fuckery would be winning?

It’s real in the field, Yo.

normal_womhealth_001About a month prior to being forced-fed Beyonce in her drawers, there was Kerry Washington in hers, (too).

On impulse, I was thoroughly confused-especially considering the fact that she has a starring
role on one of the highest Nielsen rated shows on television, rolling into its second season.
In addition to that, her career resume is extensive with about the only role remotely close to it
being not too far off from her posing in a magazine in her drawers would have been the movie with
Chris Rock called: “I Think I Love My Wife,” where she played an old lover of his that had come back
into his life trying to seduce him.
All things considered, the Internet industry (social media etc), and the entertainment industries doors
weren’t wide-open then, so I guess there was no reason to promote Kerry (or the movie) by having her pose
in her drawers, then. A pair of boy shorts on her on that cover would have been just as sexy, but I guess
the art director, photographer’s eyes or her handlers saw things necessary from a lens that even I still
can’t comprehend.

It’s real in the field, Yo.

Ximg667Hey, I’m no hypocrite. On my MySpace (early 2009/2010), I was over there in my drawers too…playing the game (‘cause I know the game). Jimg663
Before that, I sat over there “networking”
at a snails pace but when I put on my drawers, I hit some silly little MySpace
hottest girls/sexiest list with a note sent to me asking my
permission that I be okay with it and then my “networking” morphed speeds unexplainable
but all which had little to do with my work and agenda).
Hey…but I was “relevant” for a while! *cheesy smile and thumb up* *eye roll in head*Eimg705
Knowing the game, I may do a little bit of what’s necessary to wheel you in, but that’s not what I’m going to do to
keep you…I’m more concerned about my significance than I am temporary relevance and bullshit.
I have no entourage, legal/creative team, and glam-squad;
Bimg681so I took my pics down because it just wasn’t “necessary” (for me).
I write, my words are (supposed to be) my “image.”
You want sex, love, or something new, different and refreshing—something relevant + significant?
Crack open my books and I’ll take your mind to places you’ve never-ever been, or let us be fortunate
enough to allow me the pleasure of wanting to know and love you personally, and have you know
and love me (personally).

As a writer it is my job to disarm you-disrobe you, and unclothe myself via my words (for you)
in a scene in a book, or an entire book authored by me. Where and how I get naked or open my personal
self and world up is for people who I know I will always be “relevant” and significant to.
What I do (my craft, my art) doesn’t require that I be naked (for the world—just to be the kind of relevant
that only lasts until the next person comes along and does the same thing)…

My relevancy is in the fact that I write about relevant subjects and relevant subject matter that never
“goes out of style” (or until the next New What’s Happening comes along). How I flow, finagle the feel
and thickness in my words to tell a story, or how I teach and share my formula about a thing is all my own.
No one, I repeat: No one willing to stand on their head (or even work hard) can duplicate that,
therefore, I will always be “significant.”

You get where I’m going (the difference between relevancy -v- significance, and what’s done to secure it and keep it)?

It’s real ON the field, Yo.

In this day and age, it’s a whole new ballgame. And we’re playing baseball with hockey rules without
a good remedy on how to actually win amongst all the players on the same, leveled playing field (but we’ll have some answers by this essay’s end)…

Until then, I (and you) will be understanding, and in following the Beyonce Machine’s compass,
now Kerry (and Beyonce) get a pass-because I guess it’s all a certain kind of necessary that on the outside
looking in; when it boils down to those numbers, entourages, and payroll what has to be done in order to
stay relevant (or “stay current”)…it’s just an industry kind of something that I won’t even understand, I guess.

Because there’s: Industry.

And there’s: In-The-Streets.

drakeSo in getting down to some Industry and In-the Streets business (with regard to trend and “relevancy”),
let’s take other artists in the industry like Drakeness (a male) for example. In talking about “trend” made
“relevant”…you see…because he took it to a whole new level where like, the Beyonce’s Machine had a strategy that
I referred to as “creative masturbation;” the strategy and level that Drakeness took it to (in comparison) can be
referred to as a different kind of creative masturbation as well-that from 2008 to date: 2013, the streets
probably thought was set by him, but it wasn’t [set by him, he just took it to another level].

Somewhere in between the year of 2002-2003 (before the entertainment industry opened its doors wide-open,
and the Internet industry made various way for us to plug in real-time), Big Boi of the group “Outcast”
came out with this video for a song called: “I Like The Way You Move.”
And in this video, in the beginning and at the very end, there was this big statuesque woman in it that had this big gigantic bottom and boobs.

(We’ll get back to all of that in a sec)…

Let’s make something very clear, first.
Women (especially with any drop of “Black”/African-American decent) have had big bottoms since
the beginning of time. But because it was objectified and seen as something to be revolted by, it was
secretly considered to be repulsive or pornographic at best (no matter how firm and round).
Not even Sir-Mix-A Lot’s: “Baby Got Back”
(with all its intended purposes) made it feel okay and comfortable with being well-endowed at the backside. It being a
fun song for the backside anthem couldn’t even cut the repulsion, judgment and sneers of having one-nothing seemed to
work for the girl walking around with one-nothing.

ang97This was me in ’97.

angie97_akilphoto
I used to look forward to fall and winter just so I could wear a coat to cover my backside up.
Because back even back then, a big bottom was a shocking sight to see (as compared to it
being “relevant” and “trendy” today).

ang97akilthereelphotoThis was me after my friend (the guy that took the picture) was giggling and saying:
“Angie why is your butt so big? Can I just snap one picture right now of you,
right-there leaving?” …and I threw my coat back to catch him off-guard, but he caught the picture
(so we later found out). The joke was, when he brought the pictures over to me, we laughed about
how quick he was with the camera, and he got the shot anyways.

At any rate.
If you remember like in ‘99/2000 when JLo’s career really took off, throughout the entertainment
industry, her backside became so relevantly commercialized, that it was as if that was the first time the
entire world had ever seen or heard “tail” of a woman having a big backside.

“Industry” spills into the streets…especially back then-in 2000. Because (for entertainment)
all eyes were on them (people in the entertainment industry) versus how it is today
(the way we can plug in and do our own thing and be our own JLo’s)…

So in that regard, JLo (unintentionally) set a trend that made women like me (who were somewhat self-conscious
for having one all our lives), a little more comfortable with raising our coats and jackets up a bit higher
because by then, it became more “accepted,” and as repulsive or sneered it had gotten for you was it being said:
“Ew she’s got a big-ole JLo booty,” (no matter how much bigger your butt was) the precedent was set at “JLo Booty,”
period, sneered or revered.

Fine, we’ll take that and run with it. However we could find a way with not having to run and hide from the natural shape
of our own bodies, I was okay with it-regardless of whomever/by way of, Regardless the fact that we knew it became okay
in-the-street because industry set the precedent for it to be. In-the-street mimics industry.

Surgeons look at their work as a form of art like “Dr. Dre” looks at his work as doing surgery on music
(like I explained above…fair exchange is no robbery).

So with the JLo explosion, people were running to (licensed) surgeons in search of getting asses “like JLo.”

But when Big Boi’s video hit the scene, (unbeknownst to JLo) it took the spotlight off her
and an underground “industry” within the “industry” began; leaking its way in[to] the streets,
and a trend of a phenomenon was birthed, begin date: 2004.

unclelukeBecause Uncle Luke and countless other club owners
the world-over stopped accepting physically average strippers and wanted as close to
perfection as he could get. The streets had to find a way to get it done. So it did.

Just like Jesus was a carpenter, “in the streets” is filled with blessed carpenters, too.
Everything you can do (and afford) in the industry, a way will be found in the street.
And so that way was found…

With no care or concern about how the new breasts would look in comparison to the thickness
of the arm, or how the new hips and buttocks would look in comparison to the size of the thighs,
they just threw ‘em on and sat ‘em there, very few fit perfectly (with the thickness of the arm and thighs).
It was like an underworld all their own. The physical exaggerations were astonishing. Lean, thin, skinny,
and barely-there women, and women with bee-stings for breasts, with 4-foot ten, ninety-five to one hundred
twenty five pound frames went from looking like six-o’clock, to hour-glasses, size sixteenwillingly,
they wanted big bodies: breasts, and/or hips and backsides that you once ran for cover to hide in a
coat became a relevant trend. And with, so did “You” (in the industry, but especially in the streets).

Licensed surgeons got word of the underground backside back-shots competition and began to put liposuction
on sale to hit those corners in the front, torso and back—to smooth out the hour-glass: The underground,
in the street stars were born.

♯ ♪ ♮ ♫ ♪ ♭ ♫ “Tell Uncle Luke I’m out in Miami too.” ♯ ♪ ♮ ♫ ♪ ♭ ♫

By 2008/2009; in walks some new cat in to the industry scene going by a name called “Drake.”
He took the torch from Big Boi as if Big Boi’s contribution and credit to the culture never
was-by taking it to a whole new level where, if Big Boi and any other industry cats dipped off
with these dames, Drakeness made it no secret that if they (the industry dudes) didn’t, she
(the dame) will, and well, he did…and so began his own brand of “creative masturbation” that
set the industry and the underground in the street a new high (and standard).

Drakeness’ timing (and strategy) was perfect. You see, where before him, you may have heard
tell of these industry dudes dipping off with these video vixens, and strippers and such;
but you didn’t actually see it. The Internet hadn’t opened itself up to the world like that (then),
so the dames had no outlet to tell or confirm it, so you just didn’t know if the rumors were true
unless the dame did something extremely grimey and desperate and it made the news.

When Drakeness got on the scene, he openly dipped with them, made them video vixens, got photo’d
with them-so much so that it all attached itself to his image like a magnet. Because of,
he became the hottest thing poppin,’ in the industry. Luckily he had twice the hottest in his music,
all of which everybody could relate to it was a universal windstorm and his good looks and talent
could not be denied. So with all that attached to his persona, that made him a force to be reckoned
with-then everybody wanted [to get on] a record with him.

It was genius-all of it.

In every way, he did what pretty much every artist has a rap line saying in some mixtape never
heard or out: “[I’m gonna] change the game.” Drake really did do that.
Had Big Boi or any other rapper (back then) would have tried this same strategy, it would not
have worked for them like it’s worked for Drakeness, because now that the Internet is wide-open,
these same dames are “branding” themselves in dramatic cases of show and tell in order to stretch
their fifteen minutes of fame while in the process-working for him [it is].

No harm, no foul for anybody.

As an artist, Drake’s brand of “creative masturbation” doesn’t make him any more an opportunist
than Beyonce’s Machine’s brand of “creative masturbation:” (tapping the hottest or up and coming
artist out, to do a collaborative effort with).

An “opportunist” is someone who sees something they want, or sees an opportunity in something
they can gain from you yet, has nothing that would be of benefit or opportunity
for you, so, they are not opportunists, they seize good opportunities that could work
quite well in the long run in the land of-not just maintaining relevancy-but solidifying
significance; the greater later (that really matters).

In this day and time especially, whatever you do to keep up with (and do just like everyone else)
it only grants a temporary kind of relevancy that you have to keep chasing and fighting through
the crowd to maintain-sometimes to the point of making yourself look desperate, especially if
(like I explained in the “I’m different” passage up top), it’s no different than what everyone else is
doing and it’s not your own signature template. That creates “significance.”

Both Drake’s and Beyonce’s Machines brand of the creative master bait affords everybody
involved to, too, increase their own popularity and income (just the same), those are examples
of the unusual-the untypical (signature moves).

ang2004
So, instead of sucking my teeth at Beyonce’s strategy all these years, I began to understand (when, as a writer/journalist) looking at the
big picture from all four corners (versus my personal judgment)…

As an artist, in order to not just “be relevant,” but to be significant; you have to be creative outside of your craft [in ways that what might be normal for you]
but to the disapproval, judgment, and scorn of other people. Everybody’s not going to understand you, share your enthusiasm, or see your vision…

Just as I originally disregarded The Beyonce Machine’s brand of the creative master bait as something too
regal, royal, assuming, and presumptuous; some people in the industry and in the street disregard Mr. Drake’s
fascination with the late Aaliyah (RIP) as something out of this world and way over too many of our head to
comprehend as anything less than normal. But in thinking in four corner’s (like I did with Beyonce)…I can’t
question his true sincerity and interest in writing the songs in her memory any more than The Beyonce Machine’s
true sincerity and interest is in the artists that she has already, and wishes to collaborate with who (although may be alive)
still just so happens to be hot and The New What’s Happening.

Hey, I wrote the book on Scorpio Scorpio_page174and all other 11 signs of the zodiac and could quite easily lend my understanding
to the [astrological belief] that all Scorpio all have a dark side in which death (to them) is “life” and
regeneration-they’re not as put off by it as the rest of us. scorpio_page175They can be dark, intense, cold and out of this world as,
Pluto (the planet the farther in distance from the sun) is Scorpio’s planet.

In trying to make light of what we may not see, it can go on and on.

So whether it be it with Beyonce or Mr. Drake, I rest my guns [on what it is we may not understand, but judge]
in the industry, or out here in the street…

Any rate.

The facts of all these matters are these things:

The entertainment industry is never-ever going to be the way it was, and its doors are
going to remain wide open for any circus act or person willing to stand on its head the longest for
fame and riches-especially for nothing [doing, or having done].

The Internet industry is never going to pull its plug away from civilian life and put it back into
the hands of the military specifically-ever again-so many people that did not have to work, show,
and prove in order to get through doors that were once closed, now only have to press “log in” to get in.

In a world where upon glance and instant gratification, nothing’s left to the imagination, and because of,
less of our very own imaginations, too, will be used (if we’re not conscious of it).

Have fun. Live a little…no-live a lot, but still pay attention what’s going on around you.
You can play the game, but to be on top of you, you do have to be on top of what’s
going on around you.

The numbers and the verbiage that you log onto and involve yourself in every single day
(if you’re not built for it or got a weak mind and not on top of it) will do a number on your
self-esteem and confidence-meanwhile many other numbers (the You Tubes, Twitters, Facebooks etc.
that you can buy to make yourself look important) is all a subconscious psychology being played
on many hearts, minds and lives that don’t even understand.

For millions of people, the way that we socialize is the most grandiose life and attention in
life they have ever gotten. And while (speaking from an understanding heart) that may be good for a
temporary kind of self-esteem booster; a lot of that verbiage that we read and take heed
(about “who I am,” “what I got,” “what I do” and “what I can do for, or better than you”)
may, or may not even be true.

But every single day that we are participants of it (but not conscious of the psychology behind it all),
we collect: joy, anger, bitterness, hurt, envy, hatred, pain, but for many… nobody has to know the real
deal (about how we’re feeling, thinking, doing or being) once we log off.

In being on top of it (and aware), you have to look at this matrix a little bit like “The Wiz,” where
towards the end, all this time Dorothy (played Diana Ross) and her friends where on this long excursion
and being lead by this big shiny powerful voice and force while in search of:
{courage} for the lion
a {heart} for the tin man
a {brain} for the scarecrow
a return {home} for Dorothy and Toto.
But when they finally found the Wiz (played by Richard Pryor) he was no more than a scrawny man in his pajamas;
screaming, commanding, luring, and leading from behind a big silver mask sleeping in a cold warehouse on a cot.

Have courage.
Use your heart.
Use your brain.
Be your own Wiz.

Pay attention.
We are all chronic exhibitionists, narcissists, and voyeurs where each of us would say our level of
exhibitionism, narcissism and voyeurism is as different as one sin is from the next yet, it’s all the same-no matter
how much or to what extent.

Everybody’s being conditioned to peel and reveal or “be killed” (be irrelevant and oblivious).

NOTHING IS SACRED ANYMORE.

Whether you are industry or in the street, we are being entertained by watching actual brain surgeries,
vaginal births of strange women we don’t even know, and cameras following people (we know of, and don’t know)
on their daily activities and goings on from the day and into the night.

WE’RE EXHIBITIONISTS.

To an unconsciously and sullen extent, we are immune to people’s emotions in ways that we once
weren’t-all thanks due to our overwhelming amount and access to voyeuring varying emotions for
“entertainment.” We don’t truly feel deeply as we (publicly) claim to, because our attention
spans are shrinking. In our public and our private lives we hold this one fact to be evident:
once out of sight, is out of mind. Of all that we are not aware of about this whole subconscious
psychology that I am speaking of, we are very aware of that one fact, so we keep our own
narcissism and exhibitionism to the forefront of our thinking and being. Seeing to it that we are
not out of sight-out of mind’s ourselves.

WE’RE NARCISSISTS.

What was once private about our ills and sicknesses would at one time be covered by a short
explanation stating “he/she’s” on leave. Now, we bring the whole camera crew into the doctor’s room
to listen to our diagnosis,’ and watch glimpses of our doctor-patient rapport. From sun up to sun down,
we send pictures of our every step and process out for the world to see.

TRYING TO GET TO THE “WIZ”.

We wake up in the morning and greet say “good morning” a world of people who don’t even know us even
before we go greet and say good morning to people who do know and love us sleeping right next to us or in the
next room-people in our own private lives who would kill to have a call or text from us to merely say:
“good morning” to them.

WE’RE VOYEURS.

People from our own [past and] private lives don’t quite know how to look you straight in the face or how
to act around you after bumping into you at the grocery store. Or at last seeing, or talking to you was all
laughs, hugs, and smiles to now cutting their eyes at you from catching feelings about your open sesame and
writing on walls-all things having nothing to do with them. They aren’t even apart of your life
right now to even have the right to pissed but insist on claiming to be one of the last Mohicans with
no interest or use for social media yet, hiding behind bogus pages to keep up with you [and so you discover]
upset themselves in this matrix of trying to figure out to delve or not to delve (from behind the fake-page life).

NOBODY’S EXEMPT.

Whether you hide and peek, or you’re out there; nobody’s “sin” is better or worse than the next.

THERE’S NO TURNING BACK. WE’RE IN THIS “LOVE” TOGETHER.

Whether we hide and peek, or we open sesame; we can’t deny the fact that all of that those scenario examples have
conditioned us into participating in it being okay for us to expose ourselves in ways that ten years ago was
unacceptable, too much information, and improper.

It’s acceptable now.
And whether it be: Industry or In the Streets, you had better embrace the exhibitionist, narcissist, and voyeur
in you if you “wish to be relevant” and don’t want to slip into oblivion huh?

No matter how hard we insist, fighting it will make us the minority. And while the average person in the street
working a regular 9-5 job can elect to do with or without it, someone in the industry (typically) does not
have that option; relevancy versus slipping into oblivion can make or break their career. When they’re trying to
keep up with all that’s made its way through those wide-open doors, differentiating significance from relevance
not important, it’s all one in the same thing considering the time with which they are working with, they don’t
have time to play around with seeing that true or through.

The sand in the hour-glass of that twenty-four hour, seven-day-a-week, three-hundred sixty-five day per year
real-time lifestyle moved far too fast even for The Beyonce Machine such that the genius creative master bait
and strategy that even I had grown to respect and admire ang2004 (2)could not fight.
So she let the pressure to “stay current”-do what it will do to anybody who wants (or feels the need) to stay relevant:
Strip down to exposing not just the heart, life and mind; but the body too.

In this blog essay, we’re now past Kerry and Beyonce’s panties pics, we’re now more concerned with the fact that
the conditioning that we have put ourselves in, we somehow feel that this woman must now show us her fallopian
tubes? …just to prove to us whether or not she really birthed a child-who to date, is walking?
Are we serious?
What business is that of ours when she didn’t come into the industry as a “professional baby breeder,”
she came into this industry as a phenomenal singer and performer and that’s not good enough “entertainment” anymore?

“We wanna see you show yourself from behind the glitz and glamour, take off all your makeup and go barefaced for us!”

Screen-Shot-2013-01-11-at-6.52.38-PM“Take a picture of your bare pregnant belly!”

o-BEYONCE-BLUE-IVY-SONOGRAM-570Show us sonogram proof of a baby ever being in your belly!

Beyonce Winning 6 Grammy Awards
No one who’s worked hard all these years with a proven hustle and grind track record, with a paper + awards and
accolade trail have to resort to doing things the antithesis of what her career is in order to “stay current.”

Granted, there’s no one putting a gun to her head and forcing her to expose herself so wide-open as such,
but her doing so is a direct reaction to the extremes of stripping down body, soul and mind, to an demographic
of people who, in the majority (of that demographic) know, or understand nothing about
grass-roots, struggle, workhorse grind, and hustle-one bit past plugging into a
computer, racking up, buying, and begging for followers and friends 24/7/365–(typically) not
for the sake of building on online “fan” base (that began) before the industry open-gate and Internet.
There is a stark-raving difference in that particular demographic that I am speaking about, and it’s not a
particular age demographic either. It’s as wide as open as 8 to 80.

When (throughout this essay) I speak about “slide-throughs”[having come through the now, wide-open industry
doors]-that is who I am talking about-the ones who didn’t dream and pursue the dream until after
racking up an audience and attention for absolutely nothing (but attention).

Don’t get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with anyone waking up one day and deciding to pursue a dream.
We all need a dream to make this world go ‘round. But there is a problem (with that demographic)
for dreaming AFTER then attention—because it began with the WRONG INTENTION called: ATTENTION
(which means the illusion of fame (alone) is the only thing that lit the fire-not the dream
(and especially) the desire and motivation to work and watch the dream build into and manifest
(from out of the seat of the chair and merely plugging in).

The Beyonce’s of the industry, her “machine,” (and other women who have no other way than to
strip down and expose themselves to the emotional and mental core in order to maintain relevancy) have
to understand the subconscious psychology behind that demographic as well (which multiplies by the thousands
per day I might add). They are first entertained by the ways that the entertainment industry has found a
new way to make money: by opening its doors to talent television programming by which grass-roots, struggle,
workhorse grind, and hustle is not a requirement, but rather-if you’re willing to take a number and stand in a long line.

Although for all these types of programs, having talent is (typically) strictly enforced, it still
conditions this [8-80] demographic into thinking that all that’s required to be rich and famous is to
be famous, first (via social media rack-ups), then stand in a long hot line, win a contest, and voila! The dream is real.
To them, any emotional, domestric, or financial struggles and woes are equal to what the grass-roots, struggle,
workhorse grind, and hustle was (for somebody who sweat blood, sweat and tears for years) to make their dream real.

So that demographic’s understanding of the Beyonce’s of the world is thin. They can’t relate.
And: THEY DON’T RESPECT IT. They don’t know how to. All that matters to them is the destination-not the journey.
And when they + the Beyonce’s are at the same destination (+ they may be able to sing and perform almost as good or
just as well); they could give two fux about a Beyonce grass-roots, struggle, workhorse grind, and hustle.
More and more, they (+ their demographic and following) are pushing the Beyonce’s of the world-out.
The industry is dropping the ball because that demographic is much cheaper to groom, produce, and
maintain (than the Beyonce’s and their “machines”). When that happens, the Beyonce’s are forced to go
bare-souled, because their mics are slowly becoming x-factors themselves, while the singing talent shows like
“The X-Factor” courts and embraces that demographic to bring them right through those industry wide-open doors
by the droves-to entertain that rapidly multiplying demographic of an audience which (already-right now)
is leaving the Beyonce’s of the industry to fight to maintain relevancy.

Additionally, when the entertainment industry saw how profitable it was to entertain the world
(all of us in addition to that new rapidly growing demographic)-igniting our inner voyeur by
watching the lives of other people; the same thing that’s happening with the Beyonce’s of the world is
happening with the Kerry Washington’s of the world (actors with proven grass-roots, struggle,
workhorse grind, and hustle). The Kerry Washington’s (too) now they have to compete with that same
demographic as the “Nene’s” of the entertainment industry.
NeneKimFight Nene (who, of all the other reality show celebs who screamed, hair-pulled) fought the better fight,
so now she does weekly network television (like Kerry Washing does ironically) on a show called
NeneNewNormal
“The New Normal,” which, (ironically-like I just explained about “The X-Factor”) is
about to be the new normal: reality show celebs washing out the Kerry Washington’s-slowly but
surely-taking on roles that trained actors have struggled, hustled, and grinded for years before
this reality show craze because the entertainment industry is heavily courting and embracing this
new brand of “actors”/[acting out] as the “new normal” and they are getting real acting work
(of the Kerry Washington kind).

Nene
Can’t hate on her, it aint her fault-she’s getting in where it’s wide-open and she fit in,
and where the industry courts, embraces and will forever keep her in. Right now, in this day
and time (and forever going forward) she (and singing instant-stars) are of a kind of value to
industry heads that the people in the industry once were (before this new demographic/new world industry).
Like it or not, she, and this IS the new normal…and will continue to be even more than you could have ever
imagined within the next few years. These instant-stars are about to get that work (instantly).
They come cheaper. That’s the nature of “industry” it’s a wash and recycle.

As that rapidly growing demographic of an audience (too) embraces all this, they are conditioned
to think that fame and riches is as easy as ones willingness to stand in line and on his/her head
the longest. They are not being conditioned to understand the long-lasting value of
grass-roots, struggle, workhorse grind, and hustle that leads to a kind of significance
that will forever keep one relevant-not just for a moment in time.

Everything is so instantly gratifying, accessible, easy, and number-driven; a tool being
used as the determining factor as to whether or not anybody is “normal” or an “x-factor.”
They run around buying, begging, collecting followers, and reciprocating follow backs as a
strategy to wait a while then sit back to methodically delete thousands upon thousands whom
they hope won’t notice, so that they can looking important with a follow back ratio of 10 to 1
(as compared to the thousands upon thousands now following them). It’s insane. That is
a whole lot of work and effort for keeping up appearances. Many who are industry wide open door
slide-throughs who decided to be “somebody” after courting attention first-do this, but a great
majority who (too) play that grab and smash game, won’t even be online promoting a product or
service but rather, just working hard on being Internet famous and will have to nerve to
consider winning an argument of their importance and relevancy by the fact that they have more
followers than you.

They have no idea business sense, or savvy enough to understand that a number count on a
social media page is not an indicator of true interest in you
(what your agenda, product or service is), or you specifically-not even for celebrities.
Most everybody following you is pretty much hustling, promoting, trying to be
Internet famous, famous for being famous, rich and famous, or promoting their own agenda.
A very small percentage of a total follower count is really actually paying any of us specific
and undivided attention.

Until Twitter turns over the number of people that either watch you under lists, and lists they
make private-of those who get your automatic/real-time Tweets by text; you won’t ever really know who is
truly there for you to promote or buy your agenda, product or service (or truly interested).
That’s Twitter’s lil’ secret, and they offer that text function for reasons bigger than promoting
Twitter-they are smart enough to know that even as big as Twitter is, the entire nook and crannies
of the world is not going to subscribe to a Twitter account but will be forced to keep Twitter
in their good-graces while (secretly) keeping up with Twitter’s subscribers.

Twitter knows that-that function is even more significant than a blue verified check mark.
Those are offered by Twitter automatically to the very well known
brands (people, products or services), the rest have to request ask (or beg) for them after proving
their brand association and affiliation. Not even a blue verified check mark proves
significance-just your being relevant to an association or affiliation of a brand, product or service,
even if you are a single entity of such. Only Twitter really knows who’s shit is
really popping off where specific undivided interest in any person logging on,
is concerned (and that’s privately and for them to know only).

I know that’s too much thinking for a superficial thinking person, and especially for somebody
whose ego is controlled and run by surface numbers and things, but it’s the truth.
And it’s that same superficial [surface rather than beneath the surface and bigger picture thinking],
that’s pumping ego’s and causing false bravado, senses of self-importance, and shaping the minds
[of especially] that same demographic of people who are apart of this new world industry
that is being built and audienced right over the heads of many.

Many people have no idea the business sense, or savvy enough to know that your true
indicator of interest in you, your agenda, and in what you’re selling or promoting has to be
gauged by way of currency numbers and/or charts and graphs that you gather from
central location(s) where you, and all things that you sell, give, or are about-is located
(e.g, a personal website, personal blog site/pages etc.,)

#ARTISTBUSINESSTIP101:
Sitting around poppin’ prowess for social media and Twitter follower ticks without
any other area (currency/charts/graphs) by which to gauge personal interest in you
TOO and what YOUR agenda is TOO, is hustling backwards!
If you truly feel that who you are + what you have is of any value, then you
first value your time + what you share+ with whom you share it!
And if you are frequenting the same places online daily-pumping prowess &
gallantry and have no way of finding out how or ifit’s working for you-too-you’re
not a good beginner business and you do not value yourself or your product/services!
You’re caught up in the “give me your time, all, and everything matrix and burn your own
value and boundaries”
trap!
If you cannot gauge, do not gauge, or have a way of gauging what your numbers are elsewhere,
then do understand, and be ok with just “wanting to be popular” (or a doormat-with anything value
going one way: opposite-you).
Business and equal opportunism is a SHARED VALUE!
And you have no way of gauging your swing of the pendulum’s value and opportunity if you have no way
of checking numbers that you personally can see GROWING (or at bare minimum-maintaining), by way of those
same follower’s interest in you off Twitter and Facebook etc.!
If they really have true interest in what you are selling or saying,
they are going to come pay you off Twitter’s and/or come see you off and away from the Twitter’s and Facebook’s.
But how would you know by only counting “follower” and “friend” counts? Other than knowing, you are merely
twerkin’ for Twitter. If you have no other way of gauging; humbly give yourself a modest count of only about
a maximum10% of your “friends” and “followers” really riding with you, supporting you, and paying you some attention
(whether you are a celebrity or not, whether you have 100 followers and friends or 1 million).
You’re either twerkin’ for the Twitter’s etc., or they are working for you. But you won’t know unless
you really know!

Chasing these social media page numbers (only) is like chasing pavement and counting on,
reacting [out] to, and being driven by a false sense of popularity and solidarity that
isn’t really all real.

It’s all an illusion because people love to hang on to the surface meanings of all things trite like:
“numbers don’t lie.” Well they don’t lie-when you control, and are in the know about each and
every specific/undivided interest in you (currency/charts/graphs).
But social media like Facebook and Twitter knows each and every
personal interest in you-not you. They know who’s clicking to see you, and how often, they know who’s
clocking you privately and especially from distances-they know-not you.

The illusion of all this, and this numbers game is simply not real. And unfortunately, this new world
order and new world industry has a lot of people walking around it disillusioned with false bravado, false
senses of self-importance, or clouded senses of low self esteem and self-worth.
–If unveiling the reality behind all this upset you, then you probably walked around (and online) with a
false sense of self-importance and you needed this HUMBLING REALITY CHECK.
Nothing should humble you like a relative truth that is, if you’re truly a humble person.
–If this information gave you a little bit of life and wind beneath your wings, then you’ve probably been
walking around (and online) giving more worth and importance to other things and people than yourself and more
than you should have [been doing].
–If you weren’t moved either way by those two ways, then, like me-you’re not clouded or misguided what’s being
presented to you: the reality of this new world order and industry is very clear and you know how to just play
(or recognize) the game (either way).

Most people don’t know the difference or these realities and what’s going on around and in front of their faces
(industry and in the streets), so Relevancy and Significance and everything being done to secure relevancy is
at an all-time high.

What is real though is ten years ago, fans weren’t involved in their favorite artist’s
numbers down to the literal decimal point like we are today-only where on the charts they were placed.
Now, music affiliated sites and other entertainment business sites, and affiliates report numbers to the
public and fans as if their fans are on their payroll. Some of these numbers are just-none of the
public’s business-it’s not necessary.

Ten years ago, actors weren’t begging fans to make sure they go see their movies during the second
[but especially] first week out like do or die and their lives depended on it.

Those are obvious indicators about big interactive changes in time that’s affecting (and changing):
people and the industry, and opening a New World Industry within an industry that OLD industry cannot
compete with, and weren’t prepared for. That’s why there is a fight to stay “relevant.” All these number
illusions on every social media app you download or subscribe to, all this impromptu talent instant-stardom
and impromptu t.v is the beginning of a new-win industry that’s washing and recycling people and careers.

The subconscious psychology behind all this number-chasing and something for nothing affects the art/craft;
it devalues and undermines the importance of significance over relevance.

It affects the art/craft because that concept and belief that “all things free is for promotion” and helps
you “stay relevant,” works. Yes, it works (and is very necessary) for the “up and coming” or other people
who aren’t well-known as yet. They have have to open themselves up a little more than the well-known
artist in ways that the well-known artist can be quickly devalued for doing.

As a writer/book author, when I first got online (2009), it baffled me how many novice/unknown writers would
post a few short or lengthy excerpts from their book and think that-that, and a few slick-talking, or charming
Facebook status posts [along with the assist of countless friends, families, co-workers, homies, and a few
real reader reviews listed on an Amazon page] would be enough to sell somebody on their book.

It’s a strategy to be considered for everything in the industry-especially this New World Industry.
In this life of instant gratification, the Internet (and all its distractions) reading a book is not
necessarily at the top of a lot of people’s priority (the way it was before the Internet), so,
especially as a writer book author; you are going to have to open yourself up to more than biased homies
and social media popularity. In this New World Industry, the strategy in being an unknown writer is to
understand that that having 500 friends, families, co-workers, homies, and [+ even a few] real
reader reviews listed on an Amazon page is not as valuable to the eyes of this New World Industry
than one solid review from someone well-known/famous or a magazine/publication known the world over.
It adds “value” to you and [assumes the notion that] your work is “relevant.”

As a writer, let me preference what I am about to say by saying something about what I notice online:
This New World Internet Industry replicates novice writers with online egos bigger than
Toni Morrison has achieved success. If you’re going to have an ego or over the top confidence
about anything, at least let it be over your confidence in your work-NOT that you think you’re
so great that you are stingy with letting your readers read lengthy excerpts-lengthy enough to:
-understand the story (to see if they want to buy it)
-like/learn your writing style

Putting your slickest paragraphs out only for a reader to buy and find they don’t like the
work is like suicide. You’re better off letting them read enough of you and turn away from
you than to have them spend money and find out by surprise!

UNKNOWN WRITERS CANNOT BE STINGY WITH SHARING THEIR WORK WITH READERS! WITHOUT THEM, YOU ARE
NOTHING!

Unknown, novice writers HATE to hear something like this tip:
As an unknown, your value and relevance is your sole responsibility, and you will quickly
learn that to build your brand, add value to and to establish where you are relevant to the market,
you are going to have to give away writing-not necessarily whole books-but you are going to have
to open your pages a little bit wider to give people the chance to see if you’re worth their
shrinking attention span (by way of your website, longer excerpts, blog etc.). If you are a real
writer, you’re not afraid to open yourself up a little wider because life is an every day thing, and in
order for you to write, you have to live the life of a writer rather than a writer trying to live life.
And if you are living the life of a writer, every waking day should give you something to feel about,
think about, and write about, so as you do, you will not be afraid to open yourself up to more because
there really should be more where than came from. (Talking shit on Twitter doesn’t count.
For a writer, Twitter is merely an exercise in practicing brevity and specificity: to say what you need
to say in 140 words or less-and good for learning sentence structuring. A writer thinking that talking
slick on Twitter and Facebook is enough to make a reader want to go and buy a whole book from an unknown,
is badly mistaken. People are typically online to entertain, be charming, and be entertained-not in
search of deciding if they are going to buy a book from you-some unknown writer).
Relying on retweets, likes, and comments does not produce relevancy as an author. As an unknown/not famous,
when you are on these social media sites, to them-you are-in the same social media boatas them.
That’s the problem with many novice authors who hang on social media and are too New World Industry minded…
You look up-and they’ve been sitting on social media talking a bunch of shit and no books written in 4/5
years since you first seen them. They get Twitter & Facebook minded and feel famous and relevant over retweets,
“likes,” and comments. AS THIS NEW WORLD INDUSTRY IS SHOWING YOU, YES, THERE MAY BE SHORT-CUTS TO “FAME,”
BUT THERE ARE NO SHORT-CUTS TO SIGNIFICANCE AND BEING RESPECTED FOR A CRAFT. DON’T FOOL YOURSELF.

The opposite is true for a “celebrity author.” The friends, families, colleagues, homies, and real reader
reviews listed on an Amazon page are very valuable to them-because we expect their fellow
celebrity colleagues and well-known publications to post reviews. They have either earned the right to not
have to give away so much, or their celebrity has earned them a level of relevancy that their name would
sell more than the unknown writer, alone-on their name only; that’s their advantage.

But for music, it’s an entirely different ballgame altogether and this is where it baffles me the most-how
the music industry has not changed with the times in order to keep up with the times. It thinks that
because iTunes will allow fans to buy one $1.29 song from a 16-song, song list off their CD, the artist have
a Twitter and Facebook account and there are countless online celebrity gossip blogs selecting them at whim to
gossip about them–that is “keeping up.” Oh nooooooooo, it’s like this:
TakeTwo
…..
When I speak about Industry and Infrastructure, I get very detailed (as you just read).
Right now, we are at a point in this blog where the rest can be explained and read HERE:

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2013_stopwatch_620x350Spend your New Year thinking, feeling, and doing all great things
for you-by remembering next year…how right now…you are spending
the end of your year focusing too much energy on people and things you
say you are not bringing into your New Year.

Stop going through the year-end motions about things you should have put
in motion mid-year, so that you are (right now) sharing your mind and your
time only with whom you intend to share your New Year!

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{December 24, 2012}   Day. Discipline. Deciding.


It’s a little bit like a Monday or a day in life:
We may have to slay a lot of dragons in which we might
have to kick @$$ & taking down many names (or vice versa)
while disarming and nunchucking, but in the end
when the walls close down; there’s power in the
discipline of deciding what your next move will
be.

Happy Monday. 🙂

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{December 22, 2012}   Love and War.


Check the memo:
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All is fair in Love and War when:
Love is really Love
and when
War is really War.

We declare Love.
We declare War. love

When it comes to people you love, and who you know loves you
when angered about an action; roll up on with whom you are
concerned with the the strength of 1000 men.
Go through hell and high water to get your clarity
and answers rather than coming down on them like a ton of bricks
then asking questions later. That’s declaring war…

And that kind of combat should be reserved for our enemies, not for
people who truly care + have declared: LOVE for us.
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{December 17, 2012}   #DescribeYourLifeInAPicture.

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{December 14, 2012}   At Least You Know Love.


You stuck your neck out (you dared)
When I had no interest (or even cared)
Shared things with me (I could tell you were scared)
I took notice (and just wanted to be there)
For you…

Yes, others have tried too
Stuck their necks out even further than you

They wanna play understudy (from reading the lines)
Having no idea, gotta read in between’em (to shine)
…For me to even see you

You did that (now I’m blind)…blinding_light_this_one

I love having moments to slow you down
Make you think and feel for a minute
Regardless whatever else may, or may never be in it

At least now, you know: Pure…pure…love…
love

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{December 12, 2012}   Present.


BHow To Be A Present To Yourself: Make Future-Tense, The “Present.”

thinking2For clarity, sometimes you have to use the past-tense in place of the present-tense
by asking (then answering) yourself this question (even before the thought or act):
“WAS it worth it?”

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If the answer (before the thought or act) is “Yes,” then that’s your sign that your
move (the act or thought) is the right one.
If it’s “No,” then save yourself the
unnecessary trouble.

So before you even think it, or do it…WAS it worth it?

Now open your present and be open to it.present
(Or return it).


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{December 10, 2012}   Grown & Sexy (Organically).


Something caught my eye today and if you know me,
if something tugs at me having
anything to do with the human condition or experience,
then I can’t help but speak on it.
So I’ll speak, after you read this passage that I read (today):

The war on men through the degradation of woman. How is man to recognize his full self, his full power
through the eye’s of an incomplete woman? The woman who has been stripped of Goddess recognition and diminished to a
big ass and full breast for physical comfort only. The woman who has been silenced so she may forget her spiritual essence
because her words stir too much thought outside of the pleasure space. The woman who has been diminished to covering all that
rots inside of her with weaves and red bottom shoes
. I am sure the men, who restructured our societies from cultures
that honored woman, had no idea of the outcome. They had no idea that eventually, even men would render themselves empty and
longing for meaning, depth and connection. There is a deep sadness when I witness a man that can’t recognize the emptiness he
feels when he objectifies himself as a bank and truly believes he can buy love with things and status. It is painful to witness
the betrayal when a woman takes him up on that offer. He doesn’t recognize that the creation of a half woman has contributed to
his repressed anger and frustration of feeling he is not enough. He then may love no woman or keep many half women as his prize.
He doesn’t recognize that it’s his submersion in the imbalanced warrior culture, where violence is the means of getting respect
and power, as the reason he can break the face of the woman who bore him four children. When woman is lost, so is man. The truth is,
woman is the window to a man’s heart and a man’s heart is the gateway to his soul. Power and control will NEVER out weigh love.
May we all find our way.
J”

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“Amen” is what I said, and intended to stop there because
the message spoke volumes. But as I almost
logged off, my heart compelled me to speak to.
And from that beckoning echo, I felt like the message was so
imperative, that I needed to post it here too (on my blog).

You see…after I said “Amen,” I was just going to throw my hand in
the air like I was testifying…then log off with the words:
“Enough said” dancing in my mind-because she said so much in that
one paragraphs (that I highlighted in bold) yet, it’s so much
more…because it’s so much more than [even what SHE said] that
goes along WITH [what she said].

(I hope that came out right).

That passage happened to have been written by Jada Pinkett-Smith.

I could appreciate (and believe) those words coming from her
because I know that her eyes can see [and therefore-speak] on
the way that we love today…(well-the way many of us THINK we are loving)
living, and calling ourselves being “whole,” when in the depths and truths
of it all, many of us are not.
But it’s not entirely all our fault.
We have a good excuse yet, we have no idea that-that excuse is exactly
what excuses us from the table of true love, real self-love, and the ability
to make and cultivate true connecting and have true love.

So when I say:
“yet, it’s so much more…because it’s so much more than [even what SHE said]
that goes along WITH [what she said]…”
…I mean that, when coming from Jada’s era (growing up-teen, young adult, and adult),
the way that ‘socializing’ was, the way that ‘love’ was, the way that ‘life’
just—was…(regardless how rebellious you may have been)…being apart of that era in life
instilled a different kind of respect for, and knowledge of what real love was versus is
(now)-and with a special kind of understanding that real love could never be so, without
truly being a whole person/individual (first). Yet, it’s so masked by the superficiality
of how we think, how are programmed, and how we live today—in ways and styles that if you
did not come from an era (like Jada’s–when it was “organic”); it’s almost no hope.

You can see it. You can feel it. It’s a texture.
Like: “Invisibility”-if invisible was a texture.
It’s like something that you touch and it just dissolves,
versus from an “organic” era-the texture is like: Silk, Corduroy or even Teflon.
(That’s the best way I can give you a visual…to feel what it is I’m saying).

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So a woman from Jada’s eyes…looking at the world and raising kids (both sexes)
up in the middle of the EXACT same thing that she is talking about in her post;
being in the center of those two differences (the “organic” versus the now), I can only
IMAGINE…how it does a number on her mind every single day.

Last year sometime, I wrote another blog
(a short story) similar to the plight of this blog-you might wanna take a look at it
.

You see, I’ve had these types of conversations with females
(and males) who unfortunately do NOT come from those “organic” moments in time of life and love.
And to be truthful, by the end of the conversation; I could only yawn in pity and sadness just to
know that to truly get a feel for the touch of love is something that will have to be “taught”
(especially when as of 2012-if they are under twenty-five). But my considering how we are
programmed today-rather than throwing in the towel altogether on there being any hope of
them ever being able to experience what that organic life and love is like, at the end of
conversation, the only advice I could offer was to tell them to just—make it their business
to make a friend who too, understands and are much apart of, and migrating in the culture
and subculture today; but who-as well, comes from an organic moment in time. Where love is
concerned, they can slow you down some: sensitize you where you are much too desensitized.
Reprogram your mind, and teach you something-first-about yourself, and then life…so that you
can then understand what true love really is all about–how to give it and how to receive it.
Get close to somebody who, not so much that gets you to thinking, but somebody who can get you
to “feeling”…how to “feel” with your mind, and your heart (before your body). Because if you’re
only working off of what we have to work with today, you’re going to miss what it is that’s really
essential to float your boat…

Hopefully, Jada’s post-atop the line (and what I am saying in this blog) can get you to what it is
that I [and I am sure-what she] was trying to say, because it really is more to it.
I am a writer who feels her plight in what she’s saying. And I can tell she wrote a “light” version of
a much deeper conversation. So I piggybacked off that intent for this blog. But keep in mind that I do
go over this subject in a section of a chapter (in unapologetic detail) in my book in Gem #11.
You can read the segue to the chapter by merely clicking this link.

But back to this blog. In keeping it “light,” or straight at it (the way you will read when you buy the book),
the bottom line is-the lesson is essential however it’s delivered to you, because we need love to live like
we need “life” to thrive. But we are not really blossoming like we really should/could be, because love and life
is an entirely different kind of experience when it’s organic and from the root-the DIRT root.
Everything we do now, everything that we are about, and all that matters to us is
right now is within instantly gratifying reach and disposal—it’s superficial at best-all on the surface.
That includes how we connect-which liters into how we are “loving” (or think we are loving).
Hell, we can’t even perform a duty or extend a nicety without going online and telling the world our
good deed for the say. Even our true sense of empathy and caring is questionable.
Our narcissism and in authenticity is at an all-time low, and we have to be conscious of it
(if what we truly want is what’s authentic, organic, and real)…

And so my opinion about Jada and Will (and all these up and down rumors flying around 1279829231-will_smith_and_jada_pinkett
about them getting divorced, yes, no, maybe, etc.)…this is something that I’ve always
thought about them (when the rumors fly): “I know they’ve got to be tired of each
other, and I know they probably have done all there is to do and at this point, are probably
like: ‘look… the kids are no longer babies. Let’s close the curtains on this relationship’.”

But then after reading her post (atop), that’s the heart, mind and the “way” of a woman who
comes from that organic time and moment of true life and love (as does Will), which brings
me back to my point.

When it comes down to life and love, they KNOW better.
And in “knowing” better, they both know what’s up–the differences in the desensitization
of love now, versus the sensitivity of then. They BOTH know what’s up if they split…
The organically grown and sexy know that jumping ship into this “now” is a no-bet
and is definitely no better.

They BOTH know the “matrix” of life and love we are living in right now as compared to
when they were both were coming up. And because they DO know the difference,
their advantage is that they know how to work past superficial (and major) differences,
and are a little more patient with working out the kinks and imperfections than the average
young couple of today’s era don’t have an understanding of.
All the tools people of today have to work with are all the things that keep them away from
experiencing wholeness (and oneness with themselves), and what REAL love is truly all about.

That main thread that I’m willing to bet that’s holding them together is the “knowing”: knowing
that difference between being apart of the “then” and the “now.”
When you have that advantage; you can win in this game of life and love.
But when you DON’T have that advantage, unfortunately, you can be like this invisible,
hollow piece of being that’s running around here thinking you are whole, but in truth and
reality; merely being bombarded, pressured, hoodwinked, bamboozled and run amok by all the
wrong or insubstantial and insignificant things that when all is said, done, and misunderstood;
leave us with no understanding of what truly being whole is-before calling ourselves becoming one.
And so our repeated, thin cycles of invisibility:
Begins.
And ends.
And begins.
And ends.
And begins.

…And so many of us are walking around wounded-jaded and wearing masks and cover-ups
(like she explained in that passage up top). That’s real. That’s really real.
We just don’t see it.

But open your eyes, your mind, and your heart to this one fact:
When you are REALLY whole, and when you REALLY know love; your eyes see life and “love”
(now-today) in a different way. It’s like going through a tye-died vertigo of an experience,
but without being dizzy. And you can easily spot and point out the people who aren’t and don’t
[know love]—love of self and how to truly connect and give love, live love, and be love] with
others “organically.”

It’s no judgment.
It’s just that they know love, Love. And if you’re desensitized and programmed, the good news is-they can show and tell you, and you can do the same for someone else.

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{August 8, 2012}   Your Pound of Cure.


The other day (for class extra credits) I elected to go and
participate in a psychological experiment whose sole purpose was to
measure risks of the human condition-risks that people are willing to take.

What better a prop to use to measure risk-taking than money huh?

Well, the test was set up such that you had to go into a room in front of
a big 32” computer screen (white, bright, and large enough for you the see and think).

The only other computer accessories was a computer mouse (for which your right or
left hand was to navigate through the questioning).
Throughout the test, there were 3 constant questions that rotated from left to right:
• Would you risk a 75% chance of losing $500, $700, $750, $950, $1200, $1250, $1600, $1750, or $1800.00
(the amounts varied through each question)
Or
• Would you go on and hand over $750 (that $750 amount remained the same-throughout each question)
Or
• Would you hand over $0 at a 25% chance at losing nothing at all

As I navigated throughout each question, I continuously clicked: $0…for which I stood the 25%
chance of losing nothing at all-although I stood a 75% chance at losing $500, $700, $750, $950, $1200, $1250, $1600, $1750, or $1800.00.

Because I neglected [throughout the test] to simply hand over $750 (continuously) stood a
75% chance of losing $950, $1200, $1250, $1600, $1750, or $1800.00. But I didn’t care.
I refused to just hand over $750.00 when I could continuously see that I stood a 25%
percent chance of losing nothing at all.

The fact that (for someone else not as optimistic as me, but more of a risk-taker than me), it may seem “logical” to go on a hand
over $750.00 rather than to take that 75% chance of losing well-over
$750 ($950, $1200, $1250, $1600, $1750, or $1800.00).

I tried, but I couldn’t see it that way.

By mid-test (with my continuously clicking $0/at the 25% chance of losing nothing),
I could feel the impatient and agitated body movement of the girl who facilitated
the experiment (most probably getting bored with my answers-where I continuously
clicked onto that annoying little red dot’s answer never changed throughout the entire
forty-five minutes that the test was held).

When the test was over, I looked over at her-she had a connected frown in her brow.

I broke the ice (and her uni-brow) as I smiled and said: “I sure was waiting on
that $750.00 amount to go down to [at least] $250.00 or so, and I probably would have
elected to simply hand over my money. Either that, or remove my 25% chance of losing
nothing at all…that would have forced my hand somewhere in there.

She replied almost defensively-as if she couldn’t wait to get it off her chest:
Even though you had a 75% percent chance of losing OVER the $750.00 that you
could have just HANDED over!?

I stood there (in that very moment) perplexed that she didn’t she what I saw, and
while standing there-I was a bit perplexed at myself, because although I never
fancy myself a pessimist, I always think that blind optimism is rather foolish.
A “reasonable” and “measurably” optimist is what I’d say I am, “faith” is an altogether
different meaning than “optimism.”

But while standing there in all my optimistic splendor (less the bliss),
do you want to know what it is I saw?

Well:
25% of Optimism and losing nothing (to me-in my eyes) is well worth more than a
75% Risk of losing [any amount + handing over all and definitely having nothing-at all].

Even if we took money away from the whole experiment and equation, in my optimistic eyes,
it’s no different than the saying that goes: “An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.”

Regardless [what someone else may have seen-a 75% open door versus a 25% closing door]
I saw the 25% as one big gigantic wide-open door.

And truth be told, she could have turned that 25% down to 1% and I still would have
felt that I stood a chance of losing nothing at all.

Pardon my optimism, but I also learned something about myself that day,
that-like from behind my ebony eyes-you too should carry [this red dot reminder]
that I am passing on to you:

 

Even in [what may seem like] the greatest and overwhelming amount of darkness from
behind the most seemingly closed of iron doors, there is always a crack of light and bright.

If you can find and see yourself within that small percentage of light and possibility,
you win…so don’t concern yourself with “when”-that’s your value: “In.”

 



{August 8, 2012}   Solace.


You Find Solace and Sanctity Through Never-ending and Persistent Antagony’s Insanity.


Everywhere, everybody seems to think that money [fame/success] is the key to end all your woes,
your ups, your downs, your highs and your lows.

But never underestimate the power and necessity of personal self-success:
taking time out and spending time with yourself-learning yourself,
earning yourself-and discovering things all about your self there is to
learn you are all about (less worldly and monetary success).

It’s invaluable.

Literally (and I do mean literally) every single day that I wake up,
I am humbled when it is proven to me-right before my very eyes- how agonizing
it must really feel to have all the money, and/or fame, and/or success in the
world yet, from sun-up, to sun-down, still be in consistent “antagony” over
something or something possessed by somebody else that not even money, fame
or success can even pay for…
That has to be the most torturous existence to live in, yet-seek to expend from.
And one such that I can image the poorest and homeless of man is much better off [in comparison to].

Every single day, I am humbled and peacefully paced, because even as
of three years ago-I used to think it was the total opposite.
And for that…I am humbled.

God will always show you what you need to know-especially
when it is you who needs to know it.

There is more to “success” than “success” itself. Discover richness
and wealth in all things collectively you that money cannot buy.
That is your truth wealth (and value).

If you are not in self-preparation for it, outside of
persistent “antagony,” you really have nothing but consistent insanity.

I’m a living, alive, humbled witness of that demonstrative daily truth.



{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
-Oncoming
-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.

Sickness.



{May 13, 2012}   She.

All women are BEAUTIFUL.

When you think of, or say the word:
“UNCONDITIONAL,” no role should race through
to the finish line in the crevices of your mind than “MOTHER”:
The epitome of a character that, once accepted,
there is no understudy, but rather: a woman who embodies
what the true meaning what “unconditional” is;
who can give you the BEST examples of what it means to be
SELFLESS as a result of LOVING, CARING for [and even worrying!]
about another human being outside of herself.

It’s the woman in all of us, no matter what, or regardless…

So look into the eye of-hug, kiss, and tell her today
(and tomorrow, and the next day-going forward), whomever “She” may be.



{May 3, 2012}   Lucky.


I’m not very big on luck, but I must admit-I do
feel lucky when a lady-bug crawls on me, a butterfly
flits around me, a red robin bobs in front of me,
and when I run; a catepillar makes himself visible…
so that I don’t step on it.



{May 1, 2012}   Trust Yourself.

It is so very easy to cult people:

  • looking for a temporary messiah
  • secretly growing impatient waiting on Jesus to come
  • secretly tired of living life, therefore (secretly) waiting on the world to end
  • crossing their fingers in hopes of an opportunity, deal, or chance at life. And living such that they are afraid to create one for themselves
  • looking for excuses to keep mistrusting their own self
  • looking for excuses to not want to strenghten their own lives, and pick their own hearts, tears & faces off the floor

 …The truth is:

 You put your own self out of business, and weaken your own spirit when you do that.

 So trust your self.

 

If you can’t trust your own self, then why should anyone else?



{May 1, 2012}   Assumption Dysfunction.

FACT is about the closest distance between perception, and reality, and truth.

But fact would require removing assumption.

And well, without that, some people would have nothing to tend to, or gossip about...



{May 1, 2012}   Reflections of.

 

When we elect to take a thing to mean something negative without the courage of
clearance to be sure; that says a whole lot more about us than we’d ever like,
or care to admit.

That would be because it’d be a toss between ego, or conscious:
both which we’d rather toss the blame, rather than see it’s reflection.

 



{May 1, 2012}   Focus is Expansion.

Negative or positive, good or bad, whatever we focus on: Expands.

If you focus on a person, it is your personal responsibility to look for the gift and the lift.

After all, you get only what you came for.

And whatever that is…it’s yours, to open, or to close.

If it is not a gift…then return it.





You are only as positive & kind as your empathy &
understanding of the next man’s plight.

A person is no less meaner a person for
expressing himself, than the man who will
accuse him of being so, yet himself,
has not exercised empathy &
understanding about what that man
could be going through.

That makes him just as mean a person.



{April 14, 2012}   Look. Leap. Jump. Go.

 

Inspiration is a circle of reciprocation like a game of French jump rope.

As the world keeps turning, you’ve got to stare at the rope turning mercilessly and then leap in-full speed ahead, both feet.

 





I love “life.”

And every day, I grow to fall more in love with the love of mine:

The Living.

The Learning.

The Discovery.

The kinds of things I discover and learn by accident.

…Or incident.

Without even trying to find and know.

I learned that those are the times that really
matter and mean what you really need in order to know,
to grow, to leave some things behind, take some things on,
get serious about some things, and less serious about other things.
In short: to change, and rearrange-every thing.

One thing I can say is this:

I never learned the truth about life, or things and the people in
it by treading lightly.
I always learn my BEST lessons and all that I need to
know at the “pushes” of certain buttons.

When that happens, I thank GOD with a grunt, because
you never know the GIFT of the risk of going too far.
At its opening…discovery of knowing if you’ve allowed
something or someone around you too long-you never know UNTIL…
you push that “right” button…

That is where all the answers and the truth is found…

That is when your freedom begins. Again and again.

I can’t explain that liberating feeling.

There is a kind of “magic” found in it that I can barely
explain-just something you can only understand at its experience.

Just felt like sharing as much of the good feeling about
it as I can conjure up in words.

Because I feel oh-so-good.

…And wanted to share it: as best I could.

The irony about the “Easy” button it is that you don’t get
the answers you NEED from it until the most challenging and
UNeasy moments…

So know that there IS such a thing as an “Easy” button…

You just can’t be too afraid to push it.

And then push past it.

That is when it all becomes “Easy.”



{April 2, 2012}   Epiphany in the Sun.

Had an epiphany while running with the sun today. The wind reminded me that when you come to terms with the fact that:

-Consequence is not a coincedence.

-Karma’s function is to punish & teach as well as surprise & give.

-Everything is relative (including death and taxes).

-Nothing’s for certain (except death and taxes).

-Everything we complain about being done to us-in some form or another, we’ve done to someone else too.

-A life lived is by choice & design or default.

…you are free of more than you think, and know all that you need to know and can control.

Life then begins.

Again and again and again.

So live, and enjoy it!



{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.



{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,
LIKE:
-Encourage
-Assist
-Ennoble
-Motivate

LOVE:
-Feel love
-Be love
-Shave love
-Give love

INSPIRE:
-Feeling
-Sharing
-“Being”
-“Doing”
-Change

DON’T JUST:
“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.
Inward.
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 14, 2012}   Fortunate.


I love this song so much because it reminds me or three words that,
although have much ‘ado about sex and lust, where this song is
concerned-it has nothing to do with sex or lust:

“Adoration” and “Passion.”

It reminds me of the kind of love that a man feels for a woman
with his hands behind his back.
His only Valentine gift being a construction paper cut-out shape
of a heart; cut to precision-looking as though although it was handcrafted,
he took his time to cut it with what he felt about her-around the entire
circumference of the heart: carefully.

As he hands it to her, he does so with the kind of smile where he bites his bottom lip,
a dip in his brow-and tells her with his eyes: “It’s gonna get greater-later.”

And when the greater arrives-later, he still bites his bottom lip, with that same dip
in his brow; telling her that same thing with his eyes: in the good times, as well as the bad times.

He never lost that feeling about her-ever.

That is how and when a man truly feels fortunate to have his woman-all the time.

In my opinion. From in my heart.

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{February 14, 2012}   Grow. Love.

I often contemplate love.
Because if you really know love, you know that there is always a new and better way to do it-everyday. That’s how you grow love.

And that’s how you grow, Love.



{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:
Feeling.
Revealing.
Healing.
Reeling.

So when I find time to smile.
Stay a while.
Marathons.
For my joy has to surpass sprints.
Hurdles.
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.



{February 12, 2012}   Too Early To Go To Bed


Yesterday I had an epiphany.
And I cried a smile just as sure as my name is not Tiffany.

At that one moment in time.

I learned what “love” must truly feel like unattached to any thing, any body or mass, in every single way:
The beginning.
The in-between.
The end.
Infinite-ly.

I tweeted that I finally knew what love must feel like to a sighted man, like what a blind man feels at his first experience in losing a balloon to gravity, and discovering what heartbeat feels like through an index finger.

“Amazing,” I concluded.

With a smile, I continued to work.

At 7:30p
E.S.T
I lay my body down.
Exhausted

At that very moment in time…

My eyes then reached for the clock.
My heart gave my mind a knock.
Then aloud, I yelled: “Uh Un! It’s way too early to go to bed!…”

I hopped up.
In search of energy.
Paced around the house for some time.
Still, I had more work to do.

Shortly thereafter.

I ran to The Border.
Turned on the radio and proceeded to place my order.
Around 8:22, something then turned my brown eyes blue.
It was DJ Tori who dropped me this clue:
“I interrupt this program, with some breaking [heartbreaking] news. At 3:55p P.S.T
Whitney Houston was pronounced dead.”

…Lady.
Sang The Blues.

Still.

In my head.

…It was way too early.

To go bed.

“Hearts are often broken.
When there are words unspoken.
In your soul, there are answers to your prayers.
If you’re searching for a place you know.
A familiar place. Somewhere to go.
You should look inside yourself-you’re half-way there.
Sometimes you’ll laugh.
Sometimes you’ll cry.
Life never tells us-the when’s or why’s.
But when you have friends. Who wish you well.
You’ll find your point when, you will exhale.”



{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.”

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{October 5, 2011}   Night and Day


With gratefulness and appreciation for both: the night and the day; gives us ample the time with more to do in a twenty-four hour day.

Things that life are made of.

Do it.



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


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



{October 4, 2011}   Life.


☼ Life is sooooo underrated…♡ Score. ☼



{October 3, 2011}   Rising Sun.


Sunrise is a gift of the new day where its
presents are clarity for your vision(ary)
and a Picasso for your clear canvas’ painting.

Repair. Prepare. Renew.
Resplendent…



{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
occurred.

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…

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{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?

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{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
or
*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
-themselves
…(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
world
”] 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.

Example.

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
nonetheless.

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.
All-terrain.
All-weather.
No if’s, and’s or but’s.
No fair-weather…
Minus one command:
Bends.
Ends.
Thunder.
Blunder.
Rain.
Nothing to claim. Nothing to venture. Nothing to gain.
Just: fair.
My friend.

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{September 6, 2011}   Pinch.


Anytime.
All the time.
Sometimes.

The Creator can be so good to you that you have to pinch yourself in preparation for the other shoe to drop.

Then you have to pinch yourself to remember that He doesn’t even wear them.

Just be blessed.




Beyond our presumptions, and assumptions lies our greatest liberation.

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

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




We lead and are lead by what we feel until we GROW into understanding what it is we think (and why).

We then have the CHOICE to lead or be lead by what we feel or what we think (and why).

One cannot mentally stimulate anyone who is not mentally ready.
One cannot mentally stimulate anyone who is not already mentally stimulated(able).

Being stimulated mentally is a MEETING of the minds, not an INTRODUCTION of the minds.

One cannot introduce mentally stimulating an adult mind any more than he can introduce mentally stimulating a child’s mind.

Both still have to grow into it (on their own), in order to meet the like-mind you.

In life, at living and in love, we meet people where they are at or they meet us where we are at, ideally, on the same wave length.♡



{July 9, 2011}   Crystalization.



Grind.

…until it crystalizes to asbestos.

Nothing less than what your best is.



IF IT DON'T FIT, YOU MUST KINDRED!-(Angela Sherice)




Oh. She's gonna get that date...with that ONE dude that'll turn his head to the right,
to the left-then frown and say: "Well, they say those crazy girls are like-HOT in the sack..."



{June 28, 2011}   Feel in the Plank.


This new viral craze is SO dumb, but it is SO fun.
Oooh. I just can’t get enough of it.
*CLAPPING and INCITING*

Plank-Plank-Plank-Plank-Plank-Plank-Plank-Plank-PlankPlank-Plank-Plank!





Any act of kindness that we can recollect is unknowingly pretentious.

Kindness is merely apart of who we are or who we aren’t-about as much as urinating is apart of what we do.

If kindness is who we are, it is merely apart of what we do.

Can you recollect how many times you urinated today?



et cetera