Saturday, July 20, 2019

illusion

I think every child played make believe at least once in their life.




Fantasizing about who they wanted to be and places they wanted to see.

Ahh make believe.

Make believe is fun.

Make believe is an illusion though.


It feels real. But its not real.


What lies above the surface may not be genuine.


All smiles aren't pleasant. 
some mask pain better than others.



Every embrace isn't endearing.

Sometimes that's the enemy trying  to get closer to you.



You can't let yourself be deceived .

You have to practice how to see through murky waters.



Listen to your heart.

Read the signs.

Believe your first mind.

Learn how to decipher what's real and what is just merely an illusion.


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keep pushishing.

What to do when you fee like you have nothing left?

What do you do when it feels like your running on E.

What you do when it seems like the whole world is against you.

You push.

You push past your pain.

You past you unrest.

You push past your anxiety.

You push past your limits.

When you feel like you can't go on and you used up all your reserves.

You push some more.

I won't stop.

I will keep pushing.

Your afraid.

keep pushing.

Your tired.

Keep pushing.

Your stressed out.
Keep pushing.

Your lonely.

keep pushing.

Your resources are tapped out.

Keep pushing.

You feel like your at your breaking point.

keep pushing.

They don't like you.

Keep pushing.

They keep on laughing at you.

Keep pushing.


Make something happen.







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Tuesday, July 16, 2019

The request.


Midnight moon./


Stars lit up./


A perfect evening for a  stroll/


{ I would love that}


Just picture the scene of a black man  being able to walk around freely without being considered a moving target or viewed as threat./




Just once I'd like to  get on  an elevator without  a white woman clutching her purse or covering up her cleavage./




{ I would love that}




Can we have an open dialogue with yelling and name calling./


Can our kids visit the suburbs and come back to us in one piece./


{I would love that}


Can you please  take the time study the artist's pain before you greet them with hostility  and media shame /

{ I would love that}




Can I see a picture of this person whose description I match./




Can we be allowed to gather peacefully in a public space without the law being called us./




Damn!


Can I listen to my music.






hip-hop's not cause. It's the cure.




Justice for Elijah#




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human quandary

What's the common tie that binds us?


What is  it that common thing that we are all in seek of?


Why do we  spend what seems like an eternity seeking a solution.


Demanding retribution.


Settling for our current situation.


Making huge plans for our next destination.


How can we have all the same vital organs and the exact amount of limbs but treat each other differently based of the color of skin.


Why do we desire to unlock secrets that should remain forever shrouded.


Are we not all beings or are just light focused through a different lens.




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Saturday, July 13, 2019

escape hatch

They say that when one whom seeks peace they must learn how to quiet their mind.


For me that works...some of the time.


For the other times that it doesn't I need music to do it for me.


I do have a favorite genre but my playlist is eclectic to say the least.


Sometimes I need some tunes to help me find some peace.


It could be some old school R&B or mellow jazz.


I'll listen to anything from hip-hop to bebop.




As long as it has the right beat.
 As long as the chorus moves me.




As long as the percussion soothes me.


As long as it can speak to my soul or spark up a nostalgic memory that has been laying dormant and waiting to escape.


I'll zone out and just let the music speak to me.


I'll tap my toes and get in-tune with the vibe.


I'll let the melody intrigue me until I feel revived.


After I've listened to my song I feel more alive.


music  removes mental blocks.


Music can lift you out of a rut .


Music can loosen  you up.


I a perfect world I would spend more time in my headsets and less time in mess.


Music is life.
Music is relief.
Music is report.
Music is all encompassing and it is embedded in us all.


We all have our favorite kinds of music.


You can admire or loath  person's.
Music can be your prison or it can be your escape.




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Monday, July 1, 2019

note to self

Sometimes it's ok not to be ok.


Sometimes it's alright not to have all the answers.


Sometimes it's alright to show your vulnerable  side.


Starting from square one doesn't make you  a failure.


Everyone has insecurities.




We all experience loss.


We all deal with an invisible pain.
Some suffer in silence.


Some  try to redistribute the hurt by lashing out while others will cover it up with a smile.


Its ok not be ok.


When your not ok just acknowledge it to yourself


You can choose what you wish to show other but you can not deceive yourself.


Don't cheat yourself.


Treat yourself.


Because at the end of the day all you truly have is yourself.












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Nature walk

Sometimes I just want to be alone and observe nature and ponder its vast mysteries.


If the wind could speak I wonder what types of things it would have to say?


Would it whisper insightful nuggets of knowledge or would it bellow out in a hate filled rage.


I wonder.




If water is the source for all life then what would it drink when it's  thirst needs to quenched.


Why does the feel of grainy sand squishing in-between your toes feel so good.


I wonder






Why do sunsets appear so  lovely while moonless sky can seem so desolate.


I wonder.



Is me or doesn't seem like the insects are harmonizing a tune a tune when the sunsets.


I wonder


Peaks and valleys.




Mountains and streams


shimmering dew drops in kissed by the morning light.


What comes first....lighting or thunder


I wonder.












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