pros must outway the cons or nay!
laura hurwitz
she's flippin' brilliant!
eri and my constant, yet always shocking, love affair with the english language have aided in my voyeuristic addiction to life of this mother of 6, wife of one, and english teacher to many. her ever-evolving whit and incredibly wacky posts remind me of how awesome and frustrating teaching can really be.
I'm not quite sure of the cons, nor would i like to face them but.... if given the opportunity i think i would date her semi-famous/humorous son just to meet her and share her air.
Though I've never seen a recent pic of her i also believe her to be incredibly beautiful. I have however, seen a college pic and all 6 of her little ones. they are all quite fab... sooo, i'm thinking she and her hubby are also quite "pretty in da face".
ok. so, now that the pros are clear...
this is were the con could worm it's way in. (garrr) if my theory proves right, because they are so pretty they could also be unforgivablely stoosh or simply indifferent. dunno. but i've gotta find a con right.
mark twain
he was a clever one. i dunno know if i'm reaching here but his name alone was genius. i never learned this, which is me tooting my own horn here and/or ironically labeling myself as the off side of astute, but his name was just that, his second label his other identity.
he's also armed the world with stunning quips and winning ideology.
thus, enters the con...he was soo cool that he might simply think me a ninny of a negro and get more hung up on the fact that i could read (...this is often my fate in these time-travel dream sequence). still i could never deny that, as my girl Jy and the great Krazy Kat say, "that nigga is a winner! he really is."
he, like many of his time, spoke in circles and riddles which made him tré "ace". this guy would have made an excellent lawyer or a super confusing, yet, grand advisor.
"Total abstinence is so excellent a thing that it cannot be carried to too great an extent. In my passion for it I even carry it so far as to totally abstain from total abstinence itself."
zachary levi aka "chuck bartowski"
√:another jew
i'm unsure of his contribution to the world aside from being part of the great movement of unbelievably adorable nerds. it doesn't really matter though because the pros point towards him being my husband. i claimed him quite a while ago but therein lies the con of course. once finally together and after having produced the halle berry's and lenny kravitz' of the world(dream sequence again), he's probably be a chronic snorer and has wolf feet.
DAVE CHAPPELLE and tracey jordan yes... jordan.
in the words of eri the great. "I vote yes," on all counts.
but not at the same time, that would be overwhelming.
nick kroll
Pro:
he's hilarious
he's a jew
i'm cuter than him
his "mcdonalds worker"
con:
he might be high out of his mind and forget our wonderful encounter.
he might be unforgivably offensive thus resulting in my shanking his pits. cuz as a jew he is most likely unbelievably hairy and schweaty.
i love him to the point where i might hold his face or pinch cheeks if he spoke to me.
mccain's wife
pro:
to see if she's real and if her creepiness lives up to it's standard.
con:
could be as disappointing as a yale education when you're our ex (g.w.b.)
jim henson
too much to get into. but that man was tré genius.
upside: to pic the brain of a world reknown artist.
downside:
i may never let my let my kids enjoy the grand american toddler past-time of watching sesame street.
seeing amy poehler and will arnet interact with archie. their son.
upside: great advice to raise a funny kid.
downside:
they might as me to watch him.
bill hader
we'd have good times...till he realizes i'm only staring at his gaps. yes. as much i love him you could use his mouth as a bike rack.
carl meyers
this kid i adored in 4th and 5th grade.
upside: jewish
adorable
bright
adored me too
downside:
his parents were "recovered" racist...never quite got there.
he might be like me five 4yrs out of his 5 yr plan but going nowhere.
he could have developed his parents disease and no longer looks at brown girls.
quest crew
upside:
i want to learn moves
downside:
...but i might be a hopeless cause.
paternal grandad harold and his mom.
√: i could figure out how our fam got this way.
√: i see what gramma was like.
√: i could give pops some closer.
x: it could be a bit too much info. hmmm. family secrets and all. i think i have my fill.
maternal gramma's gramma.
√:i'd learn her name and story.
√:to find out what the hell israelis were doing in jamaica.
√: to find out what gramma was like as a child
√: to remember why i'm so blessed.
x: she might not be all that i ever hoped.
upon completion, i realize that this great list of "people i'd like to meet" , is not very diverse and that it could have been easily dummarized by putting... dudes and jews. hindsight, i tell you...
Mar 5, 2009
Feb 2, 2009
obsession
they say, who ever the usual they may be, that men think of sex ever 6-9 seconds. well, my loop involves god/weight. would one call that obsessive? these two things have plagued my mind for as long as i can remember. really, I have always obsessed but never dealt with or quite gotten through or over them. i know it's strange but this is constantly in the forefront/ back of my mind. seriously, sorry i keep repeating myself but, it's like splayed in a giant undulating quilt that's like worked into every functioning wrinkle of my mind. and unfortunately, fun and friends and family are worked in with ever odd stitch of this quilt of obsession. and to that i say... poop.
I have quite a few friends that say they too often think on such things, but not on such an unbalanced scale. recently some of them have said that this time it feels different like things will change for good. like they'll make permanent headway and i'm happy for them, i am. but as much as i would love to ride the coat tails of the hopes/motivation conjured with the new year, i just can't bare to be disappointed yet again. it's like there's part of me that feels like it is going to work for them, really work this time. but that i'm somehow going to be the last chubby kid on the beach frying in hell, and more miserable than ever. and i can't really do too much about it. and all these same pessemistic thoughts race through my head evertime they bring up how far they've some or how well they're doing. but i want to hear the success cuz maybe, just maybe, i'll find some motivation from them. and i again i think...poooooooop!
something else i randomly think about is whether i will die alone as an old woman, in a shoe of a bedsit in some shabby part of town(where ever that may be). though when voicing these concerns i simply state something simple like, "will i ever really date again, like someone of substance???"
the advice to the more sanely stated version of this thought is..." don't worry it will happen when you least expect it", "when you stop looking things will just start happening" or "he'll just show up". I am quickly reminded of my mother's mantra "if you fail to plan you plan to fail" and then i end up in the same perplexed state as before. but at least those thoughts are fleeting, occassional, passing. and one would simply want to apply that to the god/weight thing too right??...wrong. cuz it all comes back to that planning shit all over again doesn't it. i'm telling you, motivation is a gift!! seriously. that's something i guess i'll be praying for. really. i'd like it in heaping loads. like those mysterious crates you see boats shipping in and out of port.
after all of this one might think me drenched in sorrow and disenchantment, which would normally be true, but as i am evaluating my thoughts, my dad calls, and being the slightly off co-creator that he is, he leaves me with the thought that "life's a bitch and then you die."
this is why i love him. so straight forward so a-matter-of-fact. he's like "what are you gonna do but get up off you ass and just do something?! right?" so i guess i'm off to smack this bitch we call life by doing something!!!
I have quite a few friends that say they too often think on such things, but not on such an unbalanced scale. recently some of them have said that this time it feels different like things will change for good. like they'll make permanent headway and i'm happy for them, i am. but as much as i would love to ride the coat tails of the hopes/motivation conjured with the new year, i just can't bare to be disappointed yet again. it's like there's part of me that feels like it is going to work for them, really work this time. but that i'm somehow going to be the last chubby kid on the beach frying in hell, and more miserable than ever. and i can't really do too much about it. and all these same pessemistic thoughts race through my head evertime they bring up how far they've some or how well they're doing. but i want to hear the success cuz maybe, just maybe, i'll find some motivation from them. and i again i think...poooooooop!
something else i randomly think about is whether i will die alone as an old woman, in a shoe of a bedsit in some shabby part of town(where ever that may be). though when voicing these concerns i simply state something simple like, "will i ever really date again, like someone of substance???"
the advice to the more sanely stated version of this thought is..." don't worry it will happen when you least expect it", "when you stop looking things will just start happening" or "he'll just show up". I am quickly reminded of my mother's mantra "if you fail to plan you plan to fail" and then i end up in the same perplexed state as before. but at least those thoughts are fleeting, occassional, passing. and one would simply want to apply that to the god/weight thing too right??...wrong. cuz it all comes back to that planning shit all over again doesn't it. i'm telling you, motivation is a gift!! seriously. that's something i guess i'll be praying for. really. i'd like it in heaping loads. like those mysterious crates you see boats shipping in and out of port.
after all of this one might think me drenched in sorrow and disenchantment, which would normally be true, but as i am evaluating my thoughts, my dad calls, and being the slightly off co-creator that he is, he leaves me with the thought that "life's a bitch and then you die."
this is why i love him. so straight forward so a-matter-of-fact. he's like "what are you gonna do but get up off you ass and just do something?! right?" so i guess i'm off to smack this bitch we call life by doing something!!!
Jan 28, 2009
gorgeously clever
i got this from myko's page. it sounds like aaron beaumont but it's not. he said he got it from his friend a.b. i heard it and thought it was him til i saw it say Her Morning Elegance/oren lavie.
it's simply beautiful.
enjoy.
Jan 16, 2009
one convoluted step at a time
today (for 90 minutes) was the pits. I realize that every minute of everyday is like that for some...but i'm not them. So to continue, i repeat that today was the pits! i don't remember any other part of the day but those 90 minutes and so i found myself and my two fully-functioning feet, following one after the other for 45 glorious minutes in reflection.
MIdway through my walk I began to think that," though this road to becoming whoever the hell it is i'm supposed to be, often resembles fingernails on a chalkboard, i must be very nearly there...but not like the second coming.right?"
as is customary and natural as breathing my mind jumped to the realization that i am seeded in the practice of very rarely lending myself to the company of the extremely or freakishly fit. i think its due to the fact that it makes me look unforgivabley fat ad lazy. thus, limited access saves me from being on the receiving-end of unfriendly gazes upon refusing invitations for 30 mile (one way) bike rides or 3 day survival hikes to "no man's land". I respect them for being such eager athletes! I also respect my right to decline said invitations without judgment. we must walk before we run or starve in the desert, correct?
I also found that nor do i chill with the slothfully unhealthy, as they have a tendency to snare at me for caring about what i put into my body, like not drinking things comparable to toilet bowl cleaner. Here is where i was reminded that security is a warm blanket... of mediocrity.
in general i do not consider myself to be a run-of-the-mill sort of woman. i excel in more than a few areas but in this aspect of my life i am pleased to be average and comfortable with the happy medium. my methods of exercise are just that, and mine. though to some walking at least 45 minutes a day and eating natural foods as opposed to diet may be just shy of staving off diabetes and warding off bed soars, again i am pleased to, not run or bike or climb over the great wall of china, but walk. here is where, in my mind the two thoughts came together. if you you're having trouble following my train of thought, allow me to usher you in the ways of my very convoluted mind.
I am decidedly content with my new super power of living my own damn life! (developing this power is another blog, but one life-altering step at a time.) Though it may suck from time to time this life is still mine. i feel like i've almost reached a point in my life where i've wanted to revisit for quite some time. the few years when i was unapologetically ME. and now i have fully settled into the belief that i am very nearly there...being the person i'm supposed to be. maybe at this point, I'm supposed to be comfortable with who I am and the choices that I make. Later on in life i may be destined to remain terminally and financially unstable for others to see how God can work through me though i may not have much... but for now maybe i'm just meant to be content with being the favorite daughter of colline and owen silvera, and not holding myself up to other people's standards. and as i said many times, more to convince myself, i believe that i am very nearly there.
MIdway through my walk I began to think that," though this road to becoming whoever the hell it is i'm supposed to be, often resembles fingernails on a chalkboard, i must be very nearly there...but not like the second coming.right?"
as is customary and natural as breathing my mind jumped to the realization that i am seeded in the practice of very rarely lending myself to the company of the extremely or freakishly fit. i think its due to the fact that it makes me look unforgivabley fat ad lazy. thus, limited access saves me from being on the receiving-end of unfriendly gazes upon refusing invitations for 30 mile (one way) bike rides or 3 day survival hikes to "no man's land". I respect them for being such eager athletes! I also respect my right to decline said invitations without judgment. we must walk before we run or starve in the desert, correct?
I also found that nor do i chill with the slothfully unhealthy, as they have a tendency to snare at me for caring about what i put into my body, like not drinking things comparable to toilet bowl cleaner. Here is where i was reminded that security is a warm blanket... of mediocrity.
in general i do not consider myself to be a run-of-the-mill sort of woman. i excel in more than a few areas but in this aspect of my life i am pleased to be average and comfortable with the happy medium. my methods of exercise are just that, and mine. though to some walking at least 45 minutes a day and eating natural foods as opposed to diet may be just shy of staving off diabetes and warding off bed soars, again i am pleased to, not run or bike or climb over the great wall of china, but walk. here is where, in my mind the two thoughts came together. if you you're having trouble following my train of thought, allow me to usher you in the ways of my very convoluted mind.
I am decidedly content with my new super power of living my own damn life! (developing this power is another blog, but one life-altering step at a time.) Though it may suck from time to time this life is still mine. i feel like i've almost reached a point in my life where i've wanted to revisit for quite some time. the few years when i was unapologetically ME. and now i have fully settled into the belief that i am very nearly there...being the person i'm supposed to be. maybe at this point, I'm supposed to be comfortable with who I am and the choices that I make. Later on in life i may be destined to remain terminally and financially unstable for others to see how God can work through me though i may not have much... but for now maybe i'm just meant to be content with being the favorite daughter of colline and owen silvera, and not holding myself up to other people's standards. and as i said many times, more to convince myself, i believe that i am very nearly there.
Oct 3, 2008
a day in the life
i guess the title may be a bit misleading but i couldn't think of anything better...so there you go. this is a video blog cuz i haven't been able to come up with anything witty and winning lately as far as the written word. Lesson plans and dealing with the kids at school has pretty much sapped most of my creativity.
Here you will find just a "brief" 7+ MINUTE rundown of what's been going on here...kinda...it;s a bit random at times but...that's just me.
-k miss you all.
if you haven't seen my precious girl zealand here she is.
and if you would like to check out some pics from our road-trip through the mythical states of montana, wyoming, idaho, north dakota, etc. check it out on eri's blog. you'll find a day-by-day breakdown of the trip. sorry i haven't gotten to it from my perspective but i assure you it is quite similar. good thing eri's all on top of that stuff.
Here you will find just a "brief" 7+ MINUTE rundown of what's been going on here...kinda...it;s a bit random at times but...that's just me.
-k miss you all.
if you haven't seen my precious girl zealand here she is.
and if you would like to check out some pics from our road-trip through the mythical states of montana, wyoming, idaho, north dakota, etc. check it out on eri's blog. you'll find a day-by-day breakdown of the trip. sorry i haven't gotten to it from my perspective but i assure you it is quite similar. good thing eri's all on top of that stuff.
May 1, 2008
nubs of aggression
sorry but i must take a minute to perpetuate the stereotype of the a.b.w. (angry black woman)
i'm so peeved i've tabbed over from myspace to my nearest blog link just to hammer away at these keys til my fingers run down to nubs of aggression. maybe not. but...this shit's anooooying! and i need to vent!
so, myspace has sold their soul to the cyberlords of dating or match.com is shelling out a womp-loads of scratch to monopolize the ad space for those stellar ads that pop up in between and after posting comments. either way. it makes me angry. i thought dating was supposed to be fun and seeing "hot guys" on muted videos were supposed to drive you poop-throwing wild...or, i mean, make you think you have a chance at love in the latest/hippest cyber-dating community. like..."maybe i'll find that guy too!" these wack ass viral vids should come with a disclamer. something like, "for real dummy, have you seen who we get for our real commercials?...you never had a chance." i think that kind of disclaimer wouldn't make me hate their ads so much. or, if they didn't keep getting these smirking ninnies/frat guys taking off their shirts and shoes/mandals while we watch them fake chat with their "matches". i swear if those videos didn't loop and kept going, those dudes'd end up in just their socks. (cough).
we all know full and well that those dudes are on a whole different end of the web.
that would also make me hate their ads less. if they just had a ticker running across the bottom saying things like "this guy has never quite made it to our site but we hope you can."
and another thing. is it just guys they show everyone. or is it only cuz im a single female. if not... is they searching my info...oh snap!
back to the only dudes thing...is match.com only for the gays and gals?
now i'm angry for all the straight men you wanna find unattainable love. all those guys that miss out on mued videos of female taking off their 1st layer shirts and heels or sneaks...or other foot accessories of choice. dang. the injustice just made me pop my "e" key off the key board (that and this keyboard has been loved for quite some time, but that's beside the point).
alright. i'm awake in the wee hours of the a.m., bitter, and i have nothing of substance to rant over so i figured this as worthy a cause as any.
k. hope you've found less agitating ads on your side of the web.
i'm so peeved i've tabbed over from myspace to my nearest blog link just to hammer away at these keys til my fingers run down to nubs of aggression. maybe not. but...this shit's anooooying! and i need to vent!
so, myspace has sold their soul to the cyberlords of dating or match.com is shelling out a womp-loads of scratch to monopolize the ad space for those stellar ads that pop up in between and after posting comments. either way. it makes me angry. i thought dating was supposed to be fun and seeing "hot guys" on muted videos were supposed to drive you poop-throwing wild...or, i mean, make you think you have a chance at love in the latest/hippest cyber-dating community. like..."maybe i'll find that guy too!" these wack ass viral vids should come with a disclamer. something like, "for real dummy, have you seen who we get for our real commercials?...you never had a chance." i think that kind of disclaimer wouldn't make me hate their ads so much. or, if they didn't keep getting these smirking ninnies/frat guys taking off their shirts and shoes/mandals while we watch them fake chat with their "matches". i swear if those videos didn't loop and kept going, those dudes'd end up in just their socks. (cough).
we all know full and well that those dudes are on a whole different end of the web.
that would also make me hate their ads less. if they just had a ticker running across the bottom saying things like "this guy has never quite made it to our site but we hope you can."
and another thing. is it just guys they show everyone. or is it only cuz im a single female. if not... is they searching my info...oh snap!
back to the only dudes thing...is match.com only for the gays and gals?
now i'm angry for all the straight men you wanna find unattainable love. all those guys that miss out on mued videos of female taking off their 1st layer shirts and heels or sneaks...or other foot accessories of choice. dang. the injustice just made me pop my "e" key off the key board (that and this keyboard has been loved for quite some time, but that's beside the point).
alright. i'm awake in the wee hours of the a.m., bitter, and i have nothing of substance to rant over so i figured this as worthy a cause as any.
k. hope you've found less agitating ads on your side of the web.
Mar 28, 2008
i'm back and i'm black!
so this has got nothing to do with my awesomeness as the color black or "darkness" as some prefer to call me, nor does it refer to my ethnicity. it does have everything to do with the fact that..ugh... it's been a minute but i'm back. HA!
lately i've been thinking about the little things that make me smile/giggle and simple things that warm my heart, cuz it's really all we have sometimes. i be getting in my feelings sometimes, you know...the dumps...so i decided to wait for the day i thought i might go blind from sobbing 'bout my few but debilitating woes. the day has yet to arrive but it's getting a little too close and i'm avoiding cleaning my house so here it is.
i call this list my common/not-so-common pleasantries...sooooo. here we go!
the spread of a smile...mostly on children's faces.
the address of a kiss. (querida españa)
finding/figuring out the meaning of random words and common idioms/colloquialisms.
learning random trivia.
sketching.lula.
wrapping presents...the whole process. making. wrapping. giving.
doing something correctly.
doing something well.
the satisfaction of knowing that i've done all that i can.
drawing on polaroids.
ammi's "hey girl".
hearing gramma sing hymns on friday nights with out music.
the chew in gummy bears.
mom speaking patios...like really thick! HA.
"the stage" at the monsalve's.
dee's tea.
stories on tape.
the feeling when my back settles.
bun and cheese.
dad's voice./accent wars.
witty banter. esp. with des j.
racial banter.
holding hands.
RED HAIR!
the irish.
good covers(songs)
wanja's bitchin' grafix.
windy nights.
rainy nights when i'm safe in my bed.
making bandages...(for nunz)
making up words.
healing time.
blankets fresh out of the dryer.
cosquillas.(tickles)from dee.
the feeling of stubble in my palms.
pressing down on/rubbing short fresh cut prickly hair
clean glasses.
clean/fresh locks.
nooma.
baby feet.
reading fluid thoughts.
painful laughter.
reckless joy.
broken in kicks.
the perfect fit. pens/clothes/people. whatever
bro's hugs.
maggie's stories.
lauren's stories.
fresh eyebrows.
HT saying, "you bout to get elbowed"
kissy face by my eyes/cheeks.
worn-in tee-shirts.
jael's blogs.
the cheet's imagination.
my thought process...sometimes it's just entertaining how i come to a conclusion about things.
col's smile.
eric's cock-eyed babyface stare (sin gafas)
being fit.
moonlit nights. when the moon looks like it's gonna take over. i know it's cheesy but damn!
tric's expressions and silent adventures.
wheni just get in the car on a hot day...that sauna feeling for like the first 3-10 sec.
my hair towards the back. it's just super soft.
pretty toes.
lipstuff.
nunz'laugh and semi-serious face.
having all my bills paid.
eri's faces.
hoodies.
family night.
the instigators monsalve.
jane austen.
knowing the words to a really fast or complicated song.
danny b's state of ridiculousness.
accents.
helping people that "don't deserve it" then seeing them appreciate it.
singing lullabies.
a semi-full belly.
simple tunes.
tommy's translation/sketches.
brit running.
a clean room.
"doing art!"
platano frito y frijoles con crema
cradling hugs.
sincere hugs.
holy hugs.
pleasant gazes.(mutual romantic and otherwise.)
KNOWing when i'm loved.
so make your own list
wanja
eri
tric
tombi
and everyone else on my links. Go!see if it helps...
the end.
lately i've been thinking about the little things that make me smile/giggle and simple things that warm my heart, cuz it's really all we have sometimes. i be getting in my feelings sometimes, you know...the dumps...so i decided to wait for the day i thought i might go blind from sobbing 'bout my few but debilitating woes. the day has yet to arrive but it's getting a little too close and i'm avoiding cleaning my house so here it is.
i call this list my common/not-so-common pleasantries...sooooo. here we go!
the spread of a smile...mostly on children's faces.
the address of a kiss. (querida españa)
finding/figuring out the meaning of random words and common idioms/colloquialisms.
learning random trivia.
sketching.lula.
wrapping presents...the whole process. making. wrapping. giving.
doing something correctly.
doing something well.
the satisfaction of knowing that i've done all that i can.
drawing on polaroids.
ammi's "hey girl".
hearing gramma sing hymns on friday nights with out music.
the chew in gummy bears.
mom speaking patios...like really thick! HA.
"the stage" at the monsalve's.
dee's tea.
stories on tape.
the feeling when my back settles.
bun and cheese.
dad's voice./accent wars.
witty banter. esp. with des j.
racial banter.
holding hands.
RED HAIR!
the irish.
good covers(songs)
wanja's bitchin' grafix.
windy nights.
rainy nights when i'm safe in my bed.
making bandages...(for nunz)
making up words.
healing time.
blankets fresh out of the dryer.
cosquillas.(tickles)from dee.
the feeling of stubble in my palms.
pressing down on/rubbing short fresh cut prickly hair
clean glasses.
clean/fresh locks.
nooma.
baby feet.
reading fluid thoughts.
painful laughter.
reckless joy.
broken in kicks.
the perfect fit. pens/clothes/people. whatever
bro's hugs.
maggie's stories.
lauren's stories.
fresh eyebrows.
HT saying, "you bout to get elbowed"
kissy face by my eyes/cheeks.
worn-in tee-shirts.
jael's blogs.
the cheet's imagination.
my thought process...sometimes it's just entertaining how i come to a conclusion about things.
col's smile.
eric's cock-eyed babyface stare (sin gafas)
being fit.
moonlit nights. when the moon looks like it's gonna take over. i know it's cheesy but damn!
tric's expressions and silent adventures.
wheni just get in the car on a hot day...that sauna feeling for like the first 3-10 sec.
my hair towards the back. it's just super soft.
pretty toes.
lipstuff.
nunz'laugh and semi-serious face.
having all my bills paid.
eri's faces.
hoodies.
family night.
the instigators monsalve.
jane austen.
knowing the words to a really fast or complicated song.
danny b's state of ridiculousness.
accents.
helping people that "don't deserve it" then seeing them appreciate it.
singing lullabies.
a semi-full belly.
simple tunes.
tommy's translation/sketches.
brit running.
a clean room.
"doing art!"
platano frito y frijoles con crema
cradling hugs.
sincere hugs.
holy hugs.
pleasant gazes.(mutual romantic and otherwise.)
KNOWing when i'm loved.
so make your own list
wanja
eri
tric
tombi
and everyone else on my links. Go!see if it helps...
the end.
Feb 10, 2008
BANG! BANG! ¡this is a stick up!
elvis has been tagged!
so here we go:
warning! i be barry white'in' it cuz all i did last night was YEEEELL!
for the forgotten but equally appreciated/present bits:
-2 pennies.
-starBURST wrapper: i'm obsessed.
all normal things like lipchap, wallet, and the celly, stay in my jacket.
go fig!
hooorah. this tag has been CUT OFF!
or not . . . let's see how jy rolls. . .
so here we go:
warning! i be barry white'in' it cuz all i did last night was YEEEELL!
for the forgotten but equally appreciated/present bits:
-2 pennies.
-starBURST wrapper: i'm obsessed.
all normal things like lipchap, wallet, and the celly, stay in my jacket.
go fig!
hooorah. this tag has been CUT OFF!
or not . . . let's see how jy rolls. . .
Feb 6, 2008
on a roll
so things just keep on changing.
at the beginning of the year I asked to hear a word from God, to let me know what i'm to do because the ministry, intouch, has so much to do with where i am in my spiritual life and possibly where i need to be.
today i told my group that i would be saying goodbye to the professional aspect of our relationship. we'll still be homies/fam but it will be different and i will miss a unique dynamic. but alongside the feeling of mournful assurance is a familiar emotion. excitement.
I feel like i did in my last months before i graduated from Andrews. i'm supposed to do something else with my life. offer up myself to some greater purpose where i will be able to give freely, willingly, whole-heartedly and make it all about Him. this could be the journey of a lifetime. so many little adventures but this here? dunno. it could be the platform for...dunnoooooooooo. i'm sounding all hippy-ish cuz i read this in my oswald chambers devo this morning.
"Tell God you are ready to be offered and God will prove Himself to be all you ever dreamed He would be."
of course i'm like, " ¿when homie when?" so i think it might be a while and i hope i am in fact ready for His answer.
it sounds too good to be true and mad cheesy but if it is i can only benefit from giving up self to something greater than just me. granted i'm crazy scared but... onward!...to infinity and beyond. lol.
at the beginning of the year I asked to hear a word from God, to let me know what i'm to do because the ministry, intouch, has so much to do with where i am in my spiritual life and possibly where i need to be.
today i told my group that i would be saying goodbye to the professional aspect of our relationship. we'll still be homies/fam but it will be different and i will miss a unique dynamic. but alongside the feeling of mournful assurance is a familiar emotion. excitement.
I feel like i did in my last months before i graduated from Andrews. i'm supposed to do something else with my life. offer up myself to some greater purpose where i will be able to give freely, willingly, whole-heartedly and make it all about Him. this could be the journey of a lifetime. so many little adventures but this here? dunno. it could be the platform for...dunnoooooooooo. i'm sounding all hippy-ish cuz i read this in my oswald chambers devo this morning.
"Tell God you are ready to be offered and God will prove Himself to be all you ever dreamed He would be."
of course i'm like, " ¿when homie when?" so i think it might be a while and i hope i am in fact ready for His answer.
it sounds too good to be true and mad cheesy but if it is i can only benefit from giving up self to something greater than just me. granted i'm crazy scared but... onward!...to infinity and beyond. lol.
Jan 21, 2008
...tisk, tisk....
someone had to remind me that today was MLK Day. he said "it's more important than christmas and easter and "..blah blah blah... enter expletives... 'why did i have to work today!'
granted last night was filed with uncertainty and pain (due to an accident sustained by one of my girls'lil bros- he'll be ok in a couple months) i'm still dissappointed in myself. very sad, seriously. i read his blog upon much coaxing and then i watched the local news. only then could i recall why i once held this day so dear.
i am über-iper-mega pleased/elated with the racial "stablilty" we experience today compared to the days of old. and his hard work and sacrifice has gone far beyond that. none of us would have been who we are today if not for men and women like him. i may have never been introduced to my key influences in life or had an open mind to even soak them up. none of us really would have had the chance to dream as we do now chill in the same circles...his message and that of many others also promotes unity as human beings. this day in his honor though we may not all see it, bridges gaps, for at least one day to a few days, between sex, class and creed as well.
at my previous job (PointsofLight.org) I worked with volunteer centers across the nation. one of the many outreach days i worked with was "A Day ON" for MLK Day. i remember my girl Linds helping organize community projects throughout the year that would be funded by awarded the MLK Grants made available. they would start on MLK Day and continue through out the year. thus it was on the mind all year. how to help your fellow man, how to be a decent person. that work environment was super positive, regardless of internal politics that ultimately contributed to my departure.
i remember Linds' many conference calls and attitudes dealt with for the one day/few of grand gestures and minor actions that would promote togetherness. we'd review and approve grants that would actually help people act on giving back to/building community. we participated and it was really about forming unity! not just some day off of work or school.
I should have been preparing like we used to at work. just cuz i don't work there anymore doesn't mean i have to abandon my beliefs and skills acquired. i could have used those contacts and ... dunno... next year??? i know people always say that but i've learned from this grave mistake and imma be on point!
if it's only singing in some else's related event i would be proud to be supporting it. so '09 let's do it!
i have a feeling this year holds a cargo full of mistakes (ehhhh) i'll make that will compell me to be more active and the more upstanding kinda kid i thought i would be.
granted last night was filed with uncertainty and pain (due to an accident sustained by one of my girls'lil bros- he'll be ok in a couple months) i'm still dissappointed in myself. very sad, seriously. i read his blog upon much coaxing and then i watched the local news. only then could i recall why i once held this day so dear.
i am über-iper-mega pleased/elated with the racial "stablilty" we experience today compared to the days of old. and his hard work and sacrifice has gone far beyond that. none of us would have been who we are today if not for men and women like him. i may have never been introduced to my key influences in life or had an open mind to even soak them up. none of us really would have had the chance to dream as we do now chill in the same circles...his message and that of many others also promotes unity as human beings. this day in his honor though we may not all see it, bridges gaps, for at least one day to a few days, between sex, class and creed as well.
at my previous job (PointsofLight.org) I worked with volunteer centers across the nation. one of the many outreach days i worked with was "A Day ON" for MLK Day. i remember my girl Linds helping organize community projects throughout the year that would be funded by awarded the MLK Grants made available. they would start on MLK Day and continue through out the year. thus it was on the mind all year. how to help your fellow man, how to be a decent person. that work environment was super positive, regardless of internal politics that ultimately contributed to my departure.
i remember Linds' many conference calls and attitudes dealt with for the one day/few of grand gestures and minor actions that would promote togetherness. we'd review and approve grants that would actually help people act on giving back to/building community. we participated and it was really about forming unity! not just some day off of work or school.
I should have been preparing like we used to at work. just cuz i don't work there anymore doesn't mean i have to abandon my beliefs and skills acquired. i could have used those contacts and ... dunno... next year??? i know people always say that but i've learned from this grave mistake and imma be on point!
if it's only singing in some else's related event i would be proud to be supporting it. so '09 let's do it!
i have a feeling this year holds a cargo full of mistakes (ehhhh) i'll make that will compell me to be more active and the more upstanding kinda kid i thought i would be.
Jan 20, 2008
¿¿¿why don't you give love???...give love...give love...
the shout out louds confound me at times. cuz their lyrics cause me to think of the opposite of which they intend when they sing their IMPOSSIBLE song.
it's so funny how i've focused on love this month. not that it was intentional, but in a way it has gotten me ready for the notorious lover' day. why does that day weigh so much on the brain to those of us who are loved but have no one to call lover? if we're loved then we're not alone and nor should we be sappy or depressed right? hmmmm? i'm asking a question.
cuz i really don't wanna hate Valentine's Day. i want to have a positive response but... maybe...
here i go...
i want it to be a day where i just love everyone, even though i may not have one in particular to share my love with.(not hippie styles giving out free hugs like, but some people would need and appreciate that too and i wouldn't kick that idea either but...)
it's strange how i'm talking about this after tonight my boy and i devised "operation sig-fig" (gf/bf) we would each have a significant other by v-day. that might actually happen for him cuz... he's a dude. nuff said... and he's got game...i guess. but me - i doubt i will follow through. it's not really that deep for me. but i think about it and wonder how on top of this i would have been a few years ago. sooo funny! and then i think... it's NOT that deep. how 'bout i just play it like when i just showed some love to those that already loved me. instead o convincing some one i'm phen-awesome i can just show love to the ones that already know and love me.
so here it is....
i wanna give out valentine's like i used to in school. like every one just gets one bcuz everyone needs love. anyone who's ever gotten one knows what's up! but who ever's gotten one of mine knows how i roll. homemade styles, über personalized with funky packaging. soooo grand! just a lot of fun cuz even friendly valentine's warm the heart. well i guess i'd better start crackin' if this is to happen. i hope i have/make time for such tings so i can let those i love know how hard i love them and that they're not forgotten/alone on that special day.
dunno. is this just what singles tell themselves to make themsleves feel better?
this has just been on my mind, on/off (through blank stares and tending to long lines)...
it's so funny how i've focused on love this month. not that it was intentional, but in a way it has gotten me ready for the notorious lover' day. why does that day weigh so much on the brain to those of us who are loved but have no one to call lover? if we're loved then we're not alone and nor should we be sappy or depressed right? hmmmm? i'm asking a question.
cuz i really don't wanna hate Valentine's Day. i want to have a positive response but... maybe...
here i go...
i want it to be a day where i just love everyone, even though i may not have one in particular to share my love with.(not hippie styles giving out free hugs like, but some people would need and appreciate that too and i wouldn't kick that idea either but...)
it's strange how i'm talking about this after tonight my boy and i devised "operation sig-fig" (gf/bf) we would each have a significant other by v-day. that might actually happen for him cuz... he's a dude. nuff said... and he's got game...i guess. but me - i doubt i will follow through. it's not really that deep for me. but i think about it and wonder how on top of this i would have been a few years ago. sooo funny! and then i think... it's NOT that deep. how 'bout i just play it like when i just showed some love to those that already loved me. instead o convincing some one i'm phen-awesome i can just show love to the ones that already know and love me.
so here it is....
i wanna give out valentine's like i used to in school. like every one just gets one bcuz everyone needs love. anyone who's ever gotten one knows what's up! but who ever's gotten one of mine knows how i roll. homemade styles, über personalized with funky packaging. soooo grand! just a lot of fun cuz even friendly valentine's warm the heart. well i guess i'd better start crackin' if this is to happen. i hope i have/make time for such tings so i can let those i love know how hard i love them and that they're not forgotten/alone on that special day.
dunno. is this just what singles tell themselves to make themsleves feel better?
this has just been on my mind, on/off (through blank stares and tending to long lines)...
Jan 17, 2008
the pretence of healing
'you can blindly trace the lines which english calls a face knowing it like a found memory,
jaw, to front, to side but if when you've reached the eyes they return an empty gaze,love is a lonely place.
what happens to the ones that love alone yet only live for love? ... that gesture, that daze, that quizical smile on one's face.
what happens to those that live the lie and love the lie they live?
'someday he will notice', and 'for once, she won't past me bye'.
hope is a lone eyelash in the unrequited's eye which some are too incapacitated to remove or swat to prevent further self-inflicted wounds.
what happens to the ones who'll lose because they'll chose to trip
on love and hope, scrapping palm and knee on agony and love never returned.'
-me
this used to be me. :waaaaaa:
but i'm not trying to be injured anymore. i'm sick of the unrequited business end of love or what ever it is when it doesnt' quite happen. it's like i somehow got kicks off of it. but it was like i was throwing a boomerang knowing it was only gonna bust me in the lip. crazy huh?
well i hope i'm through with it at least, cuz it can still happen unintentionally. no one ever really knows how things will turn out. but maybe with this change of heart i'll get some sense to determine what could be shouldn't always be.
where is this coming from? it's cold, snowing, and sara mclachlin is squeezin' out those wounded notes to 'do what i have to do'. i'm just in a cuddly mood and then sarah came on and... this all came pouring out. at some point she says 'i dont know how to let you go'. this was always about me letting go of being burned. not necessarily the person.
yet and still, memories flood my brain...painful ones. the ones that almost remind me of the life of a cindersoot. where i'm watching my knight gallop off with someone else. where i slip into the mud instead of a my own glass shoe. but just when he comes. and instead of gallivanting off with him, he suddenly sees...her. every time. but now i get that none of these 'knights' were meant for me. so... i'm just here...
watching snowflakes pile...thinking...
jaw, to front, to side but if when you've reached the eyes they return an empty gaze,love is a lonely place.
what happens to the ones that love alone yet only live for love? ... that gesture, that daze, that quizical smile on one's face.
what happens to those that live the lie and love the lie they live?
'someday he will notice', and 'for once, she won't past me bye'.
hope is a lone eyelash in the unrequited's eye which some are too incapacitated to remove or swat to prevent further self-inflicted wounds.
what happens to the ones who'll lose because they'll chose to trip
on love and hope, scrapping palm and knee on agony and love never returned.'
-me
this used to be me. :waaaaaa:
but i'm not trying to be injured anymore. i'm sick of the unrequited business end of love or what ever it is when it doesnt' quite happen. it's like i somehow got kicks off of it. but it was like i was throwing a boomerang knowing it was only gonna bust me in the lip. crazy huh?
well i hope i'm through with it at least, cuz it can still happen unintentionally. no one ever really knows how things will turn out. but maybe with this change of heart i'll get some sense to determine what could be shouldn't always be.
where is this coming from? it's cold, snowing, and sara mclachlin is squeezin' out those wounded notes to 'do what i have to do'. i'm just in a cuddly mood and then sarah came on and... this all came pouring out. at some point she says 'i dont know how to let you go'. this was always about me letting go of being burned. not necessarily the person.
yet and still, memories flood my brain...painful ones. the ones that almost remind me of the life of a cindersoot. where i'm watching my knight gallop off with someone else. where i slip into the mud instead of a my own glass shoe. but just when he comes. and instead of gallivanting off with him, he suddenly sees...her. every time. but now i get that none of these 'knights' were meant for me. so... i'm just here...
watching snowflakes pile...thinking...
Jan 15, 2008
organ donors.
on the front of my license, right below my name and address, there is a little heart that means i am an organ donor. i believe this little icon has a lot to do with who i am. and how i'd like to be.
i give and give and i give... but not always to the right people at the right times. to some of the right people at the right time, yes. but it's all for naught if i don't do it when it really counts right???
also, when i give and i love things often get misconstrued. the giving is taken for weakness and the love is often poorly delivered. and taken for something else. maybe it's my rough ways or dunno. but i really feel it. and am happily dishing it out. but does that mean i'm doing it wrong?
dunno, that's just how it seems sometimes. often times i wonder after all of my loving and giving who is there to love me? many! more than many. and that makes me think i've done well. but how can one really tell if they are giving enough of them self...to the right people.
another thought...
i used to give love much more freely and less guarded. like big love and little love any kind of love. but now it seems i've wrapped it with uncertainty as to protect me from others' reactions. i guess it's just experience. life has made its mark. and i've acted accordingly... so i thought. but clearly something must be done. i used to just be open. hug and hang and feel and say how i felt. but now i'm often concerned for people's comfort levels'and what's appropriate and what they might think and...
when did this happen? i know it's important to some extent but i think i've kinda forgotten what is to just be...like affectionate without judgement. not like sucking people's faces off or anything but just like saying nice things without seeming like a suck up. or being pleasant without seeming like a pansy. or greeting a friend with a kiss.
what is really going on? this i blog may be going everywhere i know, but you know how i do.
so final thought or original thought...springer stylz.
why can't i just go through life with my little icon letting those who need me know. "should anything go wrong i'm here for you and i love you"?
well i guess i did kinda just... made this public... so to my people...you get it. i'm here for you. but to everyone else...we'll see.
i give and give and i give... but not always to the right people at the right times. to some of the right people at the right time, yes. but it's all for naught if i don't do it when it really counts right???
also, when i give and i love things often get misconstrued. the giving is taken for weakness and the love is often poorly delivered. and taken for something else. maybe it's my rough ways or dunno. but i really feel it. and am happily dishing it out. but does that mean i'm doing it wrong?
dunno, that's just how it seems sometimes. often times i wonder after all of my loving and giving who is there to love me? many! more than many. and that makes me think i've done well. but how can one really tell if they are giving enough of them self...to the right people.
another thought...
i used to give love much more freely and less guarded. like big love and little love any kind of love. but now it seems i've wrapped it with uncertainty as to protect me from others' reactions. i guess it's just experience. life has made its mark. and i've acted accordingly... so i thought. but clearly something must be done. i used to just be open. hug and hang and feel and say how i felt. but now i'm often concerned for people's comfort levels'and what's appropriate and what they might think and...
when did this happen? i know it's important to some extent but i think i've kinda forgotten what is to just be...like affectionate without judgement. not like sucking people's faces off or anything but just like saying nice things without seeming like a suck up. or being pleasant without seeming like a pansy. or greeting a friend with a kiss.
what is really going on? this i blog may be going everywhere i know, but you know how i do.
so final thought or original thought...springer stylz.
why can't i just go through life with my little icon letting those who need me know. "should anything go wrong i'm here for you and i love you"?
well i guess i did kinda just... made this public... so to my people...you get it. i'm here for you. but to everyone else...we'll see.
Jan 9, 2008
¡action!
'love' is an action word much like 'smack'
i see people in love and i want to smack them.
i wanna smack them to remind them what love is.
i want to remind them in opposites
i want to remind them where it lives.
i want them to remind them to let it live.
i want to remind them of the address of a kiss
for when they don't remember that they've encountered what it is
to remind them of many who'll never know where it is.
love is patience, love is kind, love is the smack back into reality if truly stabilized.
love is an action word, often an adjective.
i see lovely people and i wanna live it.
i see simple people and i wanna give it.
i wanna leave it a pocket of the pants that rejects them.
i wanna smear in the gum that mis-takes them.
i wanna wear it over an accident that maimed them.
i wanna breath it into the lungs that have betrayed them.
i wanna fuse it into the cells that will decay them.
love is slow to anger and is not easily moved.
so make the choice love and be loved. to move or be moved.
for love just is as One so lovingly proved.
i see people in love and i want to smack them.
i wanna smack them to remind them what love is.
i want to remind them in opposites
i want to remind them where it lives.
i want them to remind them to let it live.
i want to remind them of the address of a kiss
for when they don't remember that they've encountered what it is
to remind them of many who'll never know where it is.
love is patience, love is kind, love is the smack back into reality if truly stabilized.
love is an action word, often an adjective.
i see lovely people and i wanna live it.
i see simple people and i wanna give it.
i wanna leave it a pocket of the pants that rejects them.
i wanna smear in the gum that mis-takes them.
i wanna wear it over an accident that maimed them.
i wanna breath it into the lungs that have betrayed them.
i wanna fuse it into the cells that will decay them.
love is slow to anger and is not easily moved.
so make the choice love and be loved. to move or be moved.
for love just is as One so lovingly proved.
sabotage...................
i realized the other day after chiling with a newly appointed homie, that even if i were to find someone who shared similar beliefs, loved everything about me, and made me their world with a twist of bitting whit,(vice versa) i would only screw it up. cuz i'm not sure that i believe that i will find someone like that or that i deserve someone like that. it's like...i've dealt with such half-steppers for so long that i'm settling on being alone...but on my terms. and that's OOOO much better than settling for anyone right???
at times i fuss about nothing ever coming to fruition, but then i wonder if i'm getting in my own way. if i've decidedly made the choice to be alone cuz i dont' wanna be left alone in the end... as is customary.
is it really better to have loved and lost and lose a piece of yourself? is it better to stride through the pain if or when it doesn't work out, but never really trusting anyone again.
have i devised my own...(sigh) who knows? some say "just date, your not marrying the guy", for anyone who shows interest. and i agree but the thing is...not everyone is eligible! i don't wanna date every fun guy that comes along. some don't have the gumption to see it through. so why bother? really what if i'm finally feeling someone and "SM-ack! next please!"
i dunno though, but i am just kinda...ready to move on and stop getting in my own way i guess??? or stop being so cynical. i think its necessary to stick to my morals but not be such a pansy about... hell, i do not know what i want or why i'm even writing if i can't translate these thoughts/feelings into words.
i mean, where do i begin? i don't even really know how to be treated well anymore. (by dudes) like, i just brush everything off and try and make everything buddy buddy cuz i've always been in like alone. so i forget how to be..i dont always have to rag on them to show them that i care or am interested???... i guess that's like my self preservation thing. i don' t wanna be the odd ball out and make everything wierd but of course it turn out like that anyway. i try to be myself but not completely cuz i'm not sure they can handle it...
when will i ever just get over myself? AHHHH!...these aren't even really the things i should be worrying about. huh? maybe i should actually try and work on my relationship with the one being in life who takes me as i am, who knows me through and through and still wants me. and will never care if i'm neglectful, tactless, and wierd. who'll only lift me up when i am daily sabatoging(not a verb) myself. it all comes back to Him. it always does. the inevitable circle of life.
i guess i'm back to my notion of "get God, and get going"...with life, with love, and with all that joy can bring.
at times i fuss about nothing ever coming to fruition, but then i wonder if i'm getting in my own way. if i've decidedly made the choice to be alone cuz i dont' wanna be left alone in the end... as is customary.
is it really better to have loved and lost and lose a piece of yourself? is it better to stride through the pain if or when it doesn't work out, but never really trusting anyone again.
have i devised my own...(sigh) who knows? some say "just date, your not marrying the guy", for anyone who shows interest. and i agree but the thing is...not everyone is eligible! i don't wanna date every fun guy that comes along. some don't have the gumption to see it through. so why bother? really what if i'm finally feeling someone and "SM-ack! next please!"
i dunno though, but i am just kinda...ready to move on and stop getting in my own way i guess??? or stop being so cynical. i think its necessary to stick to my morals but not be such a pansy about... hell, i do not know what i want or why i'm even writing if i can't translate these thoughts/feelings into words.
i mean, where do i begin? i don't even really know how to be treated well anymore. (by dudes) like, i just brush everything off and try and make everything buddy buddy cuz i've always been in like alone. so i forget how to be..i dont always have to rag on them to show them that i care or am interested???... i guess that's like my self preservation thing. i don' t wanna be the odd ball out and make everything wierd but of course it turn out like that anyway. i try to be myself but not completely cuz i'm not sure they can handle it...
when will i ever just get over myself? AHHHH!...these aren't even really the things i should be worrying about. huh? maybe i should actually try and work on my relationship with the one being in life who takes me as i am, who knows me through and through and still wants me. and will never care if i'm neglectful, tactless, and wierd. who'll only lift me up when i am daily sabatoging(not a verb) myself. it all comes back to Him. it always does. the inevitable circle of life.
i guess i'm back to my notion of "get God, and get going"...with life, with love, and with all that joy can bring.
Jan 6, 2008
write above it
ms. mary mack
all dressed in black,
the silver buttons
all down her back,
are in fact scars
from fallen tact.
so she'll dream of worlds
with silly eli-fants
cuz the reality of it
is only filled with expletives
you live and you learn or simply get burned
you love you lose but first you must choose
to 'shake the dust'
to do what you must
to rise above it
to write above it.
the old mother hubbard
lived in a cupboard
raising her 7 dwarfed brothers
who'd be the only men to ever love her
but barely even cherished her
til she was gone.
til some one happened upon her.
and the reality of it
is only comparable to... expletives
you live and you learn or simply get burned.
you'll twist and turn to find the truth
and finally earn the strength to
rise above it,
to write above it.
cuz the reality of it is so much worse
that i cannot provide a verse
to match it's worth. so this is where you enter yours...
[ rise above it, write above it, live above it, sing above it].
all dressed in black,
the silver buttons
all down her back,
are in fact scars
from fallen tact.
so she'll dream of worlds
with silly eli-fants
cuz the reality of it
is only filled with expletives
you live and you learn or simply get burned
you love you lose but first you must choose
to 'shake the dust'
to do what you must
to rise above it
to write above it.
the old mother hubbard
lived in a cupboard
raising her 7 dwarfed brothers
who'd be the only men to ever love her
but barely even cherished her
til she was gone.
til some one happened upon her.
and the reality of it
is only comparable to... expletives
you live and you learn or simply get burned.
you'll twist and turn to find the truth
and finally earn the strength to
rise above it,
to write above it.
cuz the reality of it is so much worse
that i cannot provide a verse
to match it's worth. so this is where you enter yours...
[ rise above it, write above it, live above it, sing above it].
Jan 5, 2008
rhythm and rock
rhythm, rhythm
rock, rock, ( 4 counts of a heartbeat)
No more precious tears or moments wasted dripping down this clock
rhythm, rhythm
rock, rock,
Meter no longer broken nor nearing that red flashing block
rhythm, rhythm
rock, rock,
Now that I've slowed it down a likkle we'll arrive at the plot
rhythm, rhythm
rock, rock,
I've melted the icicle so now we can finally talk
in my mind it went something like this:
"she flapped her wings then it was storming
batted her lashes , and ships went swarming"
oy! yes indeed these are extremes
but they're not only silly fables taken from our dreams
this is history, this is real,
this is truth.
and it's what happens when loves uprooted
when a lover is betrayed or even
when a unrequited desire lies stricken, dead.
i'm here today cuz
it's the lack of communication mixed with fear
which causes things to get so complicated
and it's what often brings us here,
to this point, to the apex of sorts,
of the broken heart.
the discovery of deceit boils blood of many
but the heart of holy man shall not take part in revenge.
i made that up. I told that to myself
so I wouldn't be the one of those females filled with disdain,
blocking my blessings and leave them to collect cobwebs on the shelf
Said to myself "it's all for the better",
til I spied you two in some dodgey little corner.
I mean you didn't' even try to hide it
Or not tell every single person I had to confide in.
I fussed, I fought, but only from within,
cuz I couldn't let you know how bad the wound had deepened.
Went through the cycle of it all,
denial, anger, the grief, but not that great fall
from grace and mercy cuz someone heard my call
i was comfortable, content and beyond a worry's snare
until you showed your face again and dragged me down here.
What am I saying? I mean, I was there before.
but i'm watering my pastures and shall soon settle in green.
now looking back I feel for you. I'll admit, I hurt you at times
and hope that my forgiveness now will allow you to
move on and seek help and become a better man rather than
some slap-me-sad bamma going nowhere two years out of his five-year plan.
So now that we've spoken and you still haven't changed I am left with only this to say
that I will no longer take part in your melee or continue to be the other broad standing in your way.
my rock and rhythm shall never again be moved
by such thoughtless and bane-isms of your hard, manipulative, and putrid soul.
rock, rock, ( 4 counts of a heartbeat)
No more precious tears or moments wasted dripping down this clock
rhythm, rhythm
rock, rock,
Meter no longer broken nor nearing that red flashing block
rhythm, rhythm
rock, rock,
Now that I've slowed it down a likkle we'll arrive at the plot
rhythm, rhythm
rock, rock,
I've melted the icicle so now we can finally talk
in my mind it went something like this:
"she flapped her wings then it was storming
batted her lashes , and ships went swarming"
oy! yes indeed these are extremes
but they're not only silly fables taken from our dreams
this is history, this is real,
this is truth.
and it's what happens when loves uprooted
when a lover is betrayed or even
when a unrequited desire lies stricken, dead.
i'm here today cuz
it's the lack of communication mixed with fear
which causes things to get so complicated
and it's what often brings us here,
to this point, to the apex of sorts,
of the broken heart.
the discovery of deceit boils blood of many
but the heart of holy man shall not take part in revenge.
i made that up. I told that to myself
so I wouldn't be the one of those females filled with disdain,
blocking my blessings and leave them to collect cobwebs on the shelf
Said to myself "it's all for the better",
til I spied you two in some dodgey little corner.
I mean you didn't' even try to hide it
Or not tell every single person I had to confide in.
I fussed, I fought, but only from within,
cuz I couldn't let you know how bad the wound had deepened.
Went through the cycle of it all,
denial, anger, the grief, but not that great fall
from grace and mercy cuz someone heard my call
i was comfortable, content and beyond a worry's snare
until you showed your face again and dragged me down here.
What am I saying? I mean, I was there before.
but i'm watering my pastures and shall soon settle in green.
now looking back I feel for you. I'll admit, I hurt you at times
and hope that my forgiveness now will allow you to
move on and seek help and become a better man rather than
some slap-me-sad bamma going nowhere two years out of his five-year plan.
So now that we've spoken and you still haven't changed I am left with only this to say
that I will no longer take part in your melee or continue to be the other broad standing in your way.
my rock and rhythm shall never again be moved
by such thoughtless and bane-isms of your hard, manipulative, and putrid soul.
Dec 23, 2007
be careful what you wish for or speak into existance...
ha! so it turns out that i won't have to see fam or denver in a box. i can't go to jamaica just like i couldn't visit aunt dawn, cuz i'm broke. denver was deported so the u.s. government has gracefully denied his body access to ever touch their territory again. how badass no? blhhhh!!!. i could puke on that flag right now. or just the immagration or justice or which ever department makes this decision.
blhhhhhh!
blhhhhhh!
Dec 21, 2007
tired of crying and i can't see...
So Dec. 6, 2007 my aunt Dawn Collette Davis went to rest in the arms of "her" Jesus. I found that she has alot to do with the person i am today. she was and is one of my biggest heroes while living and dying. I wanted to dedicate this entry to her but that will have to wait cuz i'm not in such a positive mood right now cuz before my aunt Dawn was buried even a full week tonight some coward in jamaica saw fit to kill my cousin denver, 3 days before christmas, outside my gramma's house...while his parents wer taking to each other on the phone. 3 days and my aunt could have seen her son. does this mean another one is coming. you know the whole "death in threes" theory. does this mean...hell. i'm sooo tired of having to make ourselves feel better by dreaming up some life our dearly departed never lived. luckily with aunt dawn she was crazy, inappropriate, real and raw and sooooooo in love with jesus. denver i'm not too sure.
he stop drugging and drinking...even partying, says my aunt colleen but... you never know and you just try to hope for the best, because taking it for what it is hurts even more than the deafening midnight call or cry heard from a relative saying, delroy, donald, and now denver are gone. such hogwash. all i've got is prayers. i say that and pause... and watch this cursor blink cuz it's really all i have to give and i know it might not sound like much to some but it's a grandest gesture possible. blink blink, my cousin is dead. shit this hurts. and how the hell am i supposed to... i dunno. i just... i can't talk so writing is the only thing that will help right now.
my mother called auntie to see just let her talk... she's seen death so many times now that she didn't really cry until she spoke to her. man, i can not do another funeral. i can't see family only cuz someone's died. i can't hear my gramma mourn another grandchild which quickly segues into her mourning her own child again.
i can't see my aunt's face as she stares at or even holds her child one last time alone, cuz uncle danny can't come home. i can't see his son!!!! i cannot see denver!!!!!! i cannot see denver davis in a ....box? a box.
he stop drugging and drinking...even partying, says my aunt colleen but... you never know and you just try to hope for the best, because taking it for what it is hurts even more than the deafening midnight call or cry heard from a relative saying, delroy, donald, and now denver are gone. such hogwash. all i've got is prayers. i say that and pause... and watch this cursor blink cuz it's really all i have to give and i know it might not sound like much to some but it's a grandest gesture possible. blink blink, my cousin is dead. shit this hurts. and how the hell am i supposed to... i dunno. i just... i can't talk so writing is the only thing that will help right now.
my mother called auntie to see just let her talk... she's seen death so many times now that she didn't really cry until she spoke to her. man, i can not do another funeral. i can't see family only cuz someone's died. i can't hear my gramma mourn another grandchild which quickly segues into her mourning her own child again.
i can't see my aunt's face as she stares at or even holds her child one last time alone, cuz uncle danny can't come home. i can't see his son!!!! i cannot see denver!!!!!! i cannot see denver davis in a ....box? a box.
Nov 17, 2007
How, Where, When?
(long over due draft form august)
You know when you go to a new restaurant and you think you've found what option/combo/ or whatever's best for you? You order and hope to goodness that it will rock your socks... or flops? The meal comes and your's isn't what you had hoped? Everyone else's seems sooo appetizing? Then you think"..daaaang. how did they know that would work out? Theirs' looks sooo good! Maybe I'll try that next time... or not. Oh well i guess this will due...."
This is what came to mind when thinking of how to explain what I've been feeling... for most of my life, especially in the past two weeks. I've prayed over and given a lot of thought to what I should and want to do with my life. How I could use my talents and how God might want me to use them for him... and i have only been able to view it through one application, art. I'm not sure how it will come about. my life starting... a career starting including art.
I've grown comfortable with the idea of teaching art. Yay! I think ??? Then come the runners up now that the "what" may have finally been answered.... how, when, and where. While randomly talking to some folks about their six month to 5-yr plans I always think, "man, that's cool, but is it for me?" How do we distinguish between a good path and our proper paths?
I know that I've been blessed in many ways but now I want to harness those gifts and find tune them with some skill or.... I Don't even know if that makes sense or if that's how it works. Garrrr!
I have a funny feeling that I won't find out for a while. This waiting business is rrrough! Grrrrr! Another uneasy feeling I get is that I will be over influenced by my mother, missing the opportunity of a lifetime only because I didn't want to disappoint her. How can I live my own life for God and not some idea of how others think I should.
How, Where, When?
You know when you go to a new restaurant and you think you've found what option/combo/ or whatever's best for you? You order and hope to goodness that it will rock your socks... or flops? The meal comes and your's isn't what you had hoped? Everyone else's seems sooo appetizing? Then you think"..daaaang. how did they know that would work out? Theirs' looks sooo good! Maybe I'll try that next time... or not. Oh well i guess this will due...."
This is what came to mind when thinking of how to explain what I've been feeling... for most of my life, especially in the past two weeks. I've prayed over and given a lot of thought to what I should and want to do with my life. How I could use my talents and how God might want me to use them for him... and i have only been able to view it through one application, art. I'm not sure how it will come about. my life starting... a career starting including art.
I've grown comfortable with the idea of teaching art. Yay! I think ??? Then come the runners up now that the "what" may have finally been answered.... how, when, and where. While randomly talking to some folks about their six month to 5-yr plans I always think, "man, that's cool, but is it for me?" How do we distinguish between a good path and our proper paths?
I know that I've been blessed in many ways but now I want to harness those gifts and find tune them with some skill or.... I Don't even know if that makes sense or if that's how it works. Garrrr!
I have a funny feeling that I won't find out for a while. This waiting business is rrrough! Grrrrr! Another uneasy feeling I get is that I will be over influenced by my mother, missing the opportunity of a lifetime only because I didn't want to disappoint her. How can I live my own life for God and not some idea of how others think I should.
How, Where, When?
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