"My rights? Here, you can have them...I don't want 'em"
I’m realizing that the majority of the public is ignorant to their rights and the laws of this nation. And when tragedy strikes or fear enters the hearts of millions, the mind gets cloudy and what “appears” to be the heart takes over. ”They” will easily give up all of their rights as a knee jerk reaction. From all of the new laws passed after 9/11 to what is to come given recent tragedies in gun violence, I caution you all to think before you acquiesce.
This is not a pro gun statement, but a pro rights thought process.
Keep your eyes open, what you think is the issue, is merely the smoke screen.
“The world spun slow…” Woke up in the middle if the night. A peek into my thoughts.
There’s always something to do. If I wanted to, I could fill every hour of my days with an activity, work, people, thoughts, action”. Sometimes we think its the things we do that speak to who we are…maybe it’s the space in between those things where we really find our true selves. Today was AWESOME!
Going back to bed.
Three days before 20-year-old Adam Lanza killed his mother, then opened fire on a classroom full of Connecticut kindergartners, my 13-year-old son Michael (name changed) missed his bus because he was wearing the wrong color pants. “I can wear these pants,” he said, his tone increasingly…
Continuing in the tradition, every year I send and post my birthday list. My way of putting wants and desires out into the Universe. Believe it or not this list is what I call the “Public Option”, some things I prefer to keep to myself. For everything I get in this list I quietly require myself to share something with someone else. There’s the magic! It’s been an awesome year! Public Birthday List
2. Straight up cash…
3. iPhone 5 unlocked
4. Camera - Canon T4i. (The HBO Documentary has re-ignited something that Olga’s been in my head for 3 years now.
5. Engine for the old school Acura (Keeping my promise, will never sell this car.)
6. Wine glasses - I’m a Wino
7. Dope ass Peacoat (All these stores make theirs for petite men. LOL)
8. New fence (Something is killing my chickens)
9. 60 inch flat screen TV (This might be a mistake)
10. 2 nest Thermostats
11. 50 new members to Sweatshop
12. Peace Of Mind (Pretty Much Got That, this is always a decision in any given circumstance.)
13. End of Drone Warfare (Gotta be a better way)
14. Universal Healthcare in the United States (What does it say about a wealthy society that can’t take care of their own).
15. A Mac Computer for the crib
16. Belgian Mallonois or Dutch Shepard or incredible ass Pitbull.
17. $525 Million (The Power Ball Lottery was rigged, I want justice)
18. Starbucks Gift Cards (You can Never have to many)
19. Pens (On my writing game again)
20. Composition Notebooks
21. The Completion of the “Live From Plutopia Platform”. Good things take a little longer!
Excerpts from “The Power Of Association” by Colin Powell
The Power of Association is too real: “The less you associate with some people, the more your life will improve. Any time you tolerate mediocrity in others, it increases your mediocrity. An important attribute in successful people is their impatience with negative thinking and negative acting people. As you grow, your associates will change. Some of your friends will not want you to go on. They will want you to stay where they are. Friends that don’t help you climb will want you to crawl. Your friends will stretch your vision or choke your dream. Those that don’t increase you will eventually decrease you.”
"Consider this: Never receive counsel from unproductive people. Never discuss your problems with someone incapable of contributing to the solution, because those who never succeed themselves are always first to tell you how. Not everyone has a right to speak into your life. You are certain to get the worst of the bargain when you exchange ideas with the wrong person. Don’t follow anyone who is not going anywhere. With some people you spend an evening: with others you invest it. Be careful where you stop to inquire for directions along the road of life. Wise is the person who fortifies his life with the right friendships. If you run with wolves, you will learn how to howl, but if you associate with eagles, you will learn how to soar to great heights."
“A mirror reflects a man’s face, but what he is really like is shown by the kind of friends he chooses.” The simple but true fact of life is that you become like those with whom you closely associate – for the good and the bad. Note: Be not mistaken. This is applicable to family as well as friends.”
“FBI 1st Definition of Terrorism:
“There is no single, universally accepted, definition of terrorism. Terrorism is defined in the Code of Federal Regulations as “the unlawful use of force and violence against persons or property to intimidate or coerce a government, the civilian population, or any segment thereof, in furtherance of political or social objectives” (28 C.F.R. Section 0.85). ”—http://www.fbi.gov/stats-services/publications/terrorism-2002-2005/
When success comes, it’s easy to feel as if the rules don’t apply. The truth is, there are universal laws and rules that apply to all. Whether you realize it or not, these laws and rules have their own kind of justice. It is important that character stays intact and gets proper “exercise”. Be mindful of illusions. Because when success leaves, so does reality distortion.
These words came to me after the residual effects of a house party that was BOB and I literally took my entire “B” to the head as I rocked a house of 300 people. Energy so incredible I thought i was crowd surfing on Their VOICES. I pulled over to type this and realized I’m still intoxicated off of more than wine.
"There’s a fine line between expression and talking. Flying and soaring. Living and surviving. There’s also a much finer line between the spiritual and the physical. Carefully balancing on this nexus is the point of bliss and super human abilities. Living the best life ever is not about what you did, but what magic you create in this very moment. Live well"
He lost it all… Job gone, Wife gone, Girlfriend gone, Money gone… Even his favorite dog had given up on life with his paw to the sky saying… "Fuck PETA, where were you when I needed you?" HE thought he had made all the right moves, Did all the right things, followed all the rules save a few… So when they came to put his juicer on the front lawn along with his $2,000 prints from an artist who was all the rave… 5 years ago.
He was close to grabbing the silver piece of metal that he had stashed for a rainy day. The plan was to pawn it or end this madness with it. Tired of that little man at the crossroads fucking with him , He fixed his lips to utter words he had heard his grand momma say when in frustration, she was an inch off his ass. "God, please take the wheel" and added a #WTF so his holy utterance had some humility disguised as defiance. He was still a man. Just as he was about to grab the pearl handle, and usher the nozzle to his head… God appeared. Not your long white bearded, white cracka “hark the Herald angels sing” God, But a God that could speak to him in a manner in which only he could hear.
(Her voice booming) “ Chill, you’re taking this life way to seriously. Last life you were a Bumble Bee and had purpose. Bees don’t question their purpose, they just BE. But this life I fucked around and gave you free will and… You got clever. ” (She continued..) “So, you want me to take the wheel? That’s cool, but I ain’t no chauffeur. So we’re going to do this together. I’ll drive, you shift. Forget everything you know and leave the juicer behind, I gave you purpose. This is enough… “
"Are you not entertained…Are you not entertained?"
Hell naw I am not!
I was out last night and found myself watching little men with big egos almost come to blows and possibly more, over club real estate. “Excuse me homie, but we paid for this section”. A make shift vip area put together by arranging scantly placed furniture with the skill of a mildly retarded drunken man, was the potential battle ground.
We’ve all been there, when what starts out small and stupid, becomes bigger and much stupid-er. For some reason I felt fully aware, almost out of body. I myself have fallen victim to it, many times. I thought to myself, “This is really about to happen…” It was like watching a group of kids fight over a sandbox. All in protest over who got there 1st, who owned it and who’s bottle of Vodka was to be poured into sippy cups.
1. I’m sure that the gentleman, who was policing the section & didn’t pay for it is not a visionary, has daddy issues, thinks that his material possessions are the sum of him, drives an $80,000 car, lives with his mother and still puts his name on the orange juice in the refrigerator. “Mom, don’t drink my sh*t”.
2. I’m also quite sure that even in this display of machismo at the sandbox standoff, that there were pistols on 3 of the individuals. We have come to a time when shooting a man is a truer display of being a man, than 2 guys going outside and “shooting the fare one”. I can see the tombstone now, “He died protecting his sandbox, sippy cup, a woman that was his (for the hour) and with a short and a shiny piece of metal in his hand” (Phallic).
Is there a point to this, not really, I’m just venting the best way I know how. And at the core of my annoyance is this: I saw truly gifted, talented, superior thinking & normally even tempered gentleman, get caught up in this whirlwind of stupidity and false manhood. When the bullet or bottle is hurled it doesn’t distinguish between the moron and the peacemaker. The bottle’s life purpose is to be filled up with liquid, this is when it is at it’s happiest. But it will alter that purpose when hurled by a human being with no purpose. On the other hand, the bullet is the deadliest because it “lives” to pretty much do one thing: fly, fly, fly until it completes the intent for which it was created.
When men forget their purpose or have not discovered their purpose, the purpose of inanimate objects may possibly prevail.
As the election madness will soon be at your doorstep, tv, smart device (This does not include blackberry’s, they aren’t very smart if you really think about it)… Don’t be an idiot.
As we are often pushed to vote for candidates with the mantras “Vote or die”, “Change we can believe”, “hate this candidate because they don’t ride a horse and wear a cowboy hat”, it is easy to get swept up in a Katrina like flood that often leaves us with good news coverage, but no fixes. There will be people shouting from the promise land things like: “People like Dr. Martin Luther Da King, died for your right to vote” or “I walked 10 miles in 10 feet of snow through a Klu Klux Klan rally in Alabama to cast my 1st vote (10 feet of snow in Alabama?)”. The truth is people died for your right to take part in making your life & community better through the political process. They died for you so with great care, are able to make informed decisions about who is going to represent you, not just pick the lesser of 2 evils. In a country where you can get high on a thousand prescription drugs, die at age 90 with an erection that can still be viewed at your wake, and enjoy 3,000 reality shows on 300 channels, it is incredibly sad we still call settling for the lesser of 2 evils a vote. What about the best of 2 great options? We have become lazy in thought action and deed. We listen to speeches and don’t listen to our hearts. We enjoy the mind numbing effects of spirited empty mantras, rather then depending on our heads to research, conclude & act. We vote based on the political parties of our mother’s and father’s rather than voting on parties that serve our time on this planet best.
Not voting because you are simply lazy or disinterested in the process is bad. On the other hand, voting just to vote and then using emotional phrases such as, my ancestors died for my right to vote is the illusion of an idiot. Check dis, some of our ancestors simply died of old age, and the one’s that died in order to make our lives better are “turning over on the stars” because they want you to use this gift, privilege and hard earned sacrifice intelligently. Demand more from your candidates. Ask the hard questions and challenge all dogma and political magicians. Just because your party, your candidate or representative got your vote yesterday, doesn’t mean they deserve your vote today. Hold this right close to your heart and use your mind to elevate it back to the height in which it was intended.
Just My Thoughts,
Ignore grammatical the errors in this and feel its intention.
To the world, your burdens are as infinitesimal as an ant passing that you hardly notice carrying what seems to be the weight of the world on his shoulder. Being out here has called in to perspective things that I thought were pressing. Not that they aren’t real for me, but when you see the vastness of this place, these large burdens become a little smaller. They may be real, but this place is UNREAL and offers answers and possibilities…If you’re listening.
Shoutout to Alicia (@atm25) that reminded me of some thoughts I wrote a while back! Thought I’d share. Love!
Written sometime in 2005
I don’t know where this might go, but every so often I feel compelled to share a thought process. I haven’t totally worked it out, but it’s in progress. No pressure to forward or respond, on my journey through this phase of “Life” I have discovered new questions, thoughts, attitudes etc.
I have spent the week watching, hearing and listening to myself and other people around me. Whether we were on the phone speaking, or I was at a gas station eavesdropping on a conversation, seeing something in my friends eyes that I have never seen before, or in a club just watching “us” move through the human existence. I have spent time thinking about this phenomenon called fear before, but for some reason I was more sensitive to it this past few days.
It is hard to imagine how many things we do throughout our day based on Fear. The reality is that there are only two modes of operation Fear and Love. Sure it may seem like there’s more, but truthfully that is all there is. Do the math for yourself. It is still a hard concept for me to understand, but everyday there is more evidence. I have done more than observe, but I have felt the fear in myself and other people this week. How many times have you really said exactly what you were feeling this week? Not a fear based response or initiation from years of conditioning, pressure, teachings of your parents, societal norms, etc., but got in touch with what you really feel. How many times this week has somebody asked you “What’s up” and the words so easily come out of your mouth “I’m cool”, when you really not that cool. When really you wanna say, “shit, I’m struggling to find my truths my answers”, “Money is tighter than a mothafucka”, or “I’m really not as happy as I look”. I have had so many conversations with friends this week, where they have said everything but “I am afraid”. Afraid that I might not find my place in this reality. I have found myself hearing their words, but listening to something totally different.
We often hurt, people we love out of fear. We do things that we really don’t want to do out of fear. The anxiety of saying the “right” thing, at the “right” time is a constant state of being. We love sparingly, because we are afraid of how vulnerable the fullness of our love will make us, rather than how it can set us free. Even when we thank God for our blessings it is often motivated from the fear of losing those gifts! How crazy is that? It’s not totally our fault because this is what we’ve been taught. F.E.A.R- False Evidence Appearing Real (Thanks Hilda). We are moving to laws in this country and this world that are not based on Universal laws, but the laws of man. Fear based laws. We are often in totally opposition to our “God Conscious” and this causes a constant state of anxiety. We walk around thinking we are “free”, but are prisoners in our own mobile cells. Insanity! We are these powerful beings with immense light that are afraid to shine, because of how the world might respond. It is easier for us to say “Fuck You” than it is to understand each other. Think about it, how much did you do this week out of fear instead of love? This is truly a difficult acknowledgment, because you have to be vulnerable to the most important person, yourself. We have gotta get free! As I believe in the ability of all of us to get in touch with our god conscious, part of the process is simply acknowledging and taking responsibility for our fear. It can kill us or free us. Please let’s Get Free! I mean really free.
I have a personal exercise for everyone. Think about, write, and meditate on, whatever it is that you do on this subject. What am I afraid of? No, for real what am I afraid of? Most of us aren’t where we want to be, or where we think we want to be. When you become aware and conscious of your fears, they won’t be such huge obstacles, but stepping-stones. I don’t know about y’all, but “I gots to have it”.
Be wary of that person who says, “I ain’t afraid of nothing”, because that nigga is scared of everything!
Just My Thoughts,
Taiye “Tai-Boogie” Samuel "The Opening Act, The Headliner, And The After party!" "I’m Going one-on-one with who I’d like to be"
Interesting thoughts from an anonymous scholar on Obama, Khadafi & Country.
“Well, what can be said? We knew it was only a matter of time before Qaddafi was captured/executed, and that time came. We have now seen this African president of the US, of Muslim heritage, take out (with help) two other Muslim Africans - Qaddafi was as African as anyone else, and given Yemen’s millenia-old connections to the Horn, Ben Laden’s features are no mystery (and I am no fan of Ben Laden, just making an observation).As we’ve always said, Qaddafi was far from a saint, and in serious need of psychiatric help. No person, no matter how gifted, should be in power for more than four decades, as it invariably necessitates coercion and involves corruption, and Qaddafi more than qualifies on both counts. Still, I remain mystified as to why the West decided to take him down in such a fashion. After all the reconciliation, after the re-establishment of diplomatic relations with the West, I find it hard to believe it was simply an attempt to, initially, protect Benghazi protesters. Something else was/is going on.The Libyan rebels claim victory, but make no mistake, NATO supplied the muscle. They’re cheering in the streets of Misrata and Benghazi and even Tripoli now - some of the same people who cheered for Qaddafi a few months back, no doubt. Cheering in the streets is as much a sober reevaluation of changed circumstances as pent-up exuberance.For me, this is a time of somber reflection regarding what it means to be “African American,” to support a president who, in his foreign policy, has exceeded the wildest dreams of the neocons. This man (Qaddafi) called Obama a son, and begged him, repeatedly, to sit down and discuss the matter. Even if he were being disingenuous, what would it have hurt to give him a chance to negotiate his way out? Instead, his plea was met with bombs, his grandchildren killed in the process. Something is very wrong here, and I am troubled by all this jubilation over death, this unrestrained manner in which the world parades these pictures and videos.So what does it mean when a black person becomes head of the US, when he is now commander in chief of what has been one of the most repressive military, paramilitary, and economic powers in history? Does he transform these institutions, such that we can now encourage our children and grandchildren to join the CIA, or is he transformed by them? And what are the implications for those who have historically been the targets of political repression? So far, the answer seems to be to salute the flag, Americanize your soul (what did Obama tell the CBC, “Quit complaining!”), become a media commentator (Rev. Al, Rev. Dyson, Rev. Cornel, and all the other revs), etc. (ok, that’s unfair, I agree).So Obama gets to do his John Wayne act again. Americans like him, and if the economy improves, even a little, he may get re-elected. Good for him. I yet suspect he has some sense (appears the US is finally getting out of Iraq).But he forgets that all this technology he wields today - all these smart weapons and killing drones and such - will eventually wind up in the hands of people who don’t like the US. Others will be able, from the comfort of their own homes (and eating their own cheeseburgers, or whatever it is they eat), to push a button and rain down destruction from thousands of miles away. Sowing and reaping, I think it’s called.In this hour, the notion of diaspora takes on concrete meaning. It is not simply a theoretical we get to play with rhetorically, taking great delight in our collective confusion, finding/creating ‘complexity,’ and then go about our business. It has the feel of exile, though I cannot really say, as I have no other ‘home.’ Many of you do, and I often wonder what that feels like. I may have ‘rights,’ and I obviously had to be born somewhere. But I have no flag.” - Anonymous
“And a Man sat alone, drenched deep in sadness. And all the animals drew near to him and said, “We do not like to see you so sad. Ask us for whatever you wish and you shall have it.” The Man said, “I want to have good sight.” The vulture replied, “You shall have mine.” The Man said, “I want to be strong.” The jaguar said, “You shall be strong like me.” Then the Man said, “I long to know the secrets of the earth.” The serpent replied, “I will show them to you.” And so it went with all the animals. And when the Man had all the gifts that they could give, he left. Then the owl said to the other animals, “Now the Man knows much, he’ll be able to do many things. Suddenly I am afraid.” The deer said, “The Man has all that he needs. Now his sadness will stop.” But the owl replied, “No. I saw a hole in the Man, deep like a hunger he will never fill. It is what makes him sad and what makes him want. He will go on taking and taking, until one day the World will say, ‘I am no more and I have nothing left to give.’” - Old Story Teller from Apocalypto”—
“Closing down in the midst of pain is a denial of a man’s true nature. A superior man is free in feeling and action, even amidst great pain and hurt. If necessary, a man should live with a hurting heart rather than a closed one. He should learn to stay in the wound and act with spontaneous skill and love even from that place." - David Deida (The Way Of The Surperior Man)”—
What happens if the people came through to do more than just drink? What if we built something that would last, a great idea, smart people, passionate beings with positive attitudes. What if we believed and bartered?
What if we dreamt then rolled out of bed and into our passion. Computers aren’t then necessity, we just tell them what to do. We use them when we want to, but don’t allow them to use us.
We’re not twitter less, just twitter conscious.
On My desk next to my computer and my phone, a MPC 2000, its functional furniture. A video camera and a camera just in case there is a moment my memory won’t quite hold correctly.
Might have to keep an E— in a really conspicuous place. Kinda like my “Yeah, so what?”