Irene, The Nature of a Pure Making

As gust of winds smack against our well being, and while most scatter in pure fear, Im peacefully embracing a part of the universe. Mother and her nature are beaming on our precious existence as if she has no say in her making. Her doing is perfectly perfect because by nature, and by the grace of God, she is following her calling. Drops of thickened wet drips are destructively destroying and weighing down our lovely lives we only seem to care for, without the slightest thought that there is so much more.

BlondeGang: Everlasting Engagement Continued

On a random, yet precise and inciting night where the calmness of the crowd is suddenly interrupted by rummaging footsteps parading across a stage, anticipation builds. Locked eyes of gazing on-lookers patiently prepare for the unknown. Stripes of foreign hair colors with chains dangling made of soda can tabs bombard the presence of all who dare to watch. As the music starts, diversity is introduced at it's highest appreciation. Bouncing and jumping excite the crowd as their passionate screams stretch through speakers inviting all who dare to listen. Taking the stage all at once, intoxicating and memorable performances will always and forever be given due to a cohesive drive to be anything but common. Similar, yet different personalities un-doubtingly diminish the usual surrounding the typical Hip-Hop artist. Scattered, yet certainly coordinated, the deliverance is unmatched with others who are always so commonly compared. Drenched in charisma and unrealistic uniqueness, the divinity is uncanny. As sets are almost near complete, the crowd continues to pay close attention to the high energy escapade taking place right before their eyes. Non-stop energy accompanied by luminescent smiles of pure joy pervade settings like no other. As bodies continue to bounce and roam on stage for one last song, hands continue to glide through the air in hopes of everlasting engagement. 

Pay  close attention to particular moments and you'll always find someone tranced in complete captivation.  Cameras flickering reflections off a pair of midnight  brown Wayfarers as KidSweeny emerges. Slowly removing a chain made of submerged metals, Lyve prepares for twenty minutes of non-stop outrageous movement. Bok manifest into this mysterious, outspoken character who deliberately "cooks" it up every chance that he gets. The super cool evanvesance of Plane Walker just strolls in and out of placement as he is always occupied by being a dedicated member to more than one group.  A pink mohawk blending in and out, mascots and ritualizes the group as Shy The Social Misfit proceeds to pounce through set congregations promoting BlondeGang as such. 7D Cannon in hand, Sik exceptionally documents while Mil, conservatively manages from behind the spotlight. 

To be continued…… 

Michelle O Brunch, Women of Color, Women of Change

I usually don't post events on this particular blog, but this has touched me in a way that deserves recognition. Yesterday, I was given the opportunity to attend the Michelle O Brunch at LaScala restaurant on 6th and Chestnut. This was the first time in my life that I was completely surrounded by women of color who are destined to change the world through self earned success. Hosted by CBS's and CW's Natasha Brown, the event was truly inspiring and has changed my outlook on life as well as people. To sit in a circle and talk with women who have been through the same struggles as you, made me realize that we as a people, especially as colored women, need cohesion in order to prosper properly. Listening to their stories and struggles only empowered me more and gave me a completely different outlook on the meaning of help. I am truly blessed.  I now know what does and doesn't matter because there are so many more positive things women of color have to offer than what is portrayed on television. Briefly educated on what it means to succeed, these women have truly touched my heart. Finding success through a career or love is all a part of growing as a human while finding happiness. It's all a process and all it takes is a day, a minute or maybe even a second, to say I will do it, it will happen, I have control. Thank you to all of those who were there and thank you for our future as women of color. Thank you again.

Listen, Read, Feel

I want you to see what I'm hearing. Just sit and listen with me as the melodies tingle our hearts. Just imagine  being in her words. Drowned in her meanings. Indulged in her moment. Her deepest secrets. Read my mind. Just quietly inhale and sink in all her words. Become memorized like me. See what I see only for a  brief minute. Thinking of the same things. Just listening to her spill her soul into songs. I want you to hear it as i see it. just patiently pace patience and let go for only a minute. Drown yourself in her distant presence. Embrace her life, her mind. Just listen. Focusing. Grow with me. Fall into the unknown and take me with you. Build off of this instant, this second. Live now with me, and just inhale who i am. Grace me with your love and take it in, deep you and Me. 

Repetition

Photo By: Sylvia Vale

Circulations of continuous circles lost in repetition. The same ways, same days, even the same faces. Portrayed by the risings and settings of the sun to do and be the same, all caught in repetitions of continuous circles made for those of the same kind, same mind.

Lost by common majority, a common minority. Extracting color from class, but never extracting class from color. The common denominator.

Constructed termination of a mindless society lost in repetitions of continuous circles. Taking backwards actions nowhere. Without a care. Left foot, right foot, left foot, right. Repetition.

Marketing by branding generations of robotic structures, walking lifeless people. All done by force, all done out of pure hatred. Monetary enslavement.

A Writers Purppose

Writer,

The obligation to expose the universe through words.
As a writer words are creatures that creep through hands on paper who enlighten and prove an existence.
Intended to promote information yet intended to promote a vision of individuality and a sense of natural worldly gratification.

Instead of visionary manipulation, writers have the power to control any and all settings of a given situation. Written incisions, on who, what, when, where and how to be, bleeds through the tips of these people's fingers.

Made to create.

Taking thoughts, fantasies, truths and lies and combining them into one recognized reality of what something could be. Dragging imagination past processed formation. Reiterating what we see by inducing emotional involvement. Not only can you see these words, you feel them and form a relationship off of something you never knew existed. Resisting change by never understanding these combinations of words and sentences that make sense without making sense.

You Ever Wonder Why Your Stagnated?

Photo By: BeautifiedMind

You ever wonder why your stagnated? Have you ever felt like you determine your own destiny by continuing to contribute to the things that bring you down and drag you further away from your dreams? You don't ever seem to believe that it's your fault, but it is. Everyone goes through life changing moments that keep them from believing there is a future in anything. We all suffer, just not the same nor at the time, but we all do. You see people who have prospered here on earth who hide distinct death wishes based off a life we view as grand. Yet they think otherwise. What you seem to see may not always be. Reflecting your happiness by currency is an example of pure normalcy. You ever wonder why your stagnated? You ever wonder why your surroundings surround you and not the other way around? I mean, if you surround yourself with bad surroundings whose at fault? You do the surrounding. Complaints drip from our lips and lies become tangled inside, because we find it comforting to mislead. It then becomes a way of living that only stagnates us more because we are drifting closer to who we want to be inside of magnetically chasing who we should be. You ever wonder why your stagnated? We love people and hate people for he same reasons as to why we love them. We all walk down streets and lock eyes with someone who has lost their future. What's your first thought? It doesn't distinguish by race, sex or age because as a person those physical characteristics do not matter.

What matters is your excuse. The same excuse you truthfully lie about in order to save some type of face in a society where you either win or loose. Those in between just maintain a balance for those on top and for those at the bottom. You ever wonder why your stagnated?

A dream isn't a reality, its a vision. Visions can become realities if you allow them to be. If your visions are guided by a reliable source, who knows how far you'll go. Paused by breaks in days that  cease progression, but it is needed. We feed this drive by our desires to be someone the world has never seen. We all want to be someone else's dream.

You ever wonder why your stagnated? You ever wonder why certain people occupy parts of your life that don't generally make sense? Daily, we build and destroy bonds of relationships with people we will never meet. If you were ever granted one wish, most would pick wealth over happiness, longevity, strength and prosperity. You ever wonder why your stagnated? It doesn't always have to be what someone else see's in you. Your growth, dreams, and visions are given at an individual rate. Most cant relate and wonder why they're stagnated.