My Wish For All Those I Know

Success is not easy, recalling the gentleman's discussion from the video "The Truth".  I consider myself to be on a pretty successful path and even I was taken aback, because I know I slack sometimes when I could go harder.  What makes us gravitate toward collective averageness? In this mindset those trying to do more are considered overly confident or arrogant.  When we complain and wallow, people rally around us. When we celebrate and progress, people feign excitement or simply can't celebrate because this highlights their failure to be more.

I also keep reflecting on the quote by Marianne Williamson which formed part of Nelson Mandela's inaugural speech.   She so perfectly sums up my hopes for those around me and beyond me.  We spend time trying to hold each other back or at bay to hide our own insecurities and inadequacies; instead of developing our existences we decide that it's much less work to stay where we are and commit to the limitation of others.

My goal is to inspire and to be inspired so that I can inspire some more. Not to make you feel I think the world of myself, but to show that you must have confidence in yourself and in what you do, no matter what. People may not like my writing, my music, my insight, my knowledge or my dedication.  But do you know what? I love my writing, my music, my insight, my knowledge and my dedication. My love of these things does not hinge or rely on how many comments, accolades or acknowledgments I receive. You do not need this validation.  Do not let folks smother you from their fear of inadequacy.

Your Playing Small does not Serve the World

Marianne Williamson

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate

Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure
It is our light, not our darkness that frightens us

We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous,
talented and fabulous?
Actually who are you not to be?
You are a child of God

Your playing small does not serve the world
There’s nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other
people won’t feel insecure around you
We are born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us

It’s not just in some of us; it’s in everyone
And as we let our own light shine we unconsciously give
other people the right to do the same
As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence
automatically liberates others.

Everything in this life is about choices, our own, because even when someone forces us to react based on choices they made that affect us, we still have to decide how we will react.  Choose toward success. Choose toward Him. Choose toward collective uplifting.

Be the Change You Wish to See

The level of misery in the world at large, and more importantly in some of the folks I actually interact with, is awful.  I see people soak in their stew of shit, adding ingredients, warming it up and then wonder why their lives stink so badly. Instead of advice, they'd rather have pity. Instead of help, they'd rather have sympathy. Instead of progress, they'd rather spend their time trying to limit others. Me, perfect? Hell no, but I will say this - I am in constant thought and reflection on how I can improve myself for those around me. You ask my advice, I'm coming straight from the School of Thought that creates cycles of goodness. If you're looking for coddling with no lesson, ask someone else.

On Revealing Myself

I've always been good at a lot of things, but have always taken the path that was most practical and sensical, because I was too afraid to stray from what people assumed should be happening in my life.  What a dreary and drab state in which to exist!  My poetry has always been an outlet, and over the past several years the words have formed lines and lyrics, setting the stage  for them to be combined with music and voila! The big reveal, because what no one knew is that since I was in the 8th grade I wanted to be a musician of words, not so much a rapper but combining thoughtful words with music.  This feels realllly good.

Quitting my day job? Not likely, lol! But me, my Bluebird mic, my Saffire 6, Mac and Logic Pro 9 are definitely having a good time in my walk-in closet...

View my works at:

http://www.youtube.com/user/TheRealLifeSituation?feature=mhsn

Somewhere skewed existences,

One too late, one too early

one took pace, one unsteadied

yet with the many trite constraints

and some not as simple as others,

both entwined without effort – perfect.

Forced up out of the dream,

Realization forming all around me

Engulfing, suffocating reality

Unrelenting present, staring me in my face

When still all I see is appendage, then core, then soul

not my terms, that more a secular label,

but me? all on one accord, then lightly and growing cords, chords

And the music begins and toes start tapping,

Their heads bob, and they all step right in tune,

Pulling me right in, 3 entities with agendas

All pulling me apart,

to be released and consumed

All this perceived pain must surely mame,

but not a single discomfort

so for this I must be thankful

That open doors are less than total

Flowing right in where needed, not necessarily always wanted

But definitely needed...or I could possibly underestimate?

No..well...maybe...very fearful now, for I could foresee a marriage

In the theoretical sense, of hearts and minds.

If welcome is 180 degrees, but only then

Because I’m still no fool.

And So I Write

Much on my mind since I chose this quest

Question seen and unseen thing, total unrest

Rest easy if you believe that no studies pass tests

 And find your life forever under total conquest

And so I write, not for just my own cognition

Not to make you feel I think in grand position

Might lose some credibility - tough things just missing

but  psyche stronger than any a transfixed vision

Lost my momma, this sent me on some strange big mission

To find myself and insert in my own ignition

Took off into the night and woke illuminated pistons

And now my flow so fluid like my skin went missin

Used to wish for traits though opposite God-given

Thought I was never right, looked for more - went fishin

Fed, consumed myself on this world’s ven-i-son

Found out just full of waste, time to break – excision.

In search now of the knowledge, more than life transition

Build on myself to help you find what you’ve been missin

Holistic meaning, motives, movement, action yet listen

Never follow perfect path, Boogieman’s trickin,

So I write…

And so I write

And so I write

And so I write…

And so I write, track lessons for my three fu-tures

So they don’t dare get caught up in this faux couture

So they don’t dare get bought up in this pricey lure

So to not add to disease but to be the cure

And to my folk surviving in these streets controlled

Although they gave you choices from some others’ polls

Don’t ever take the punch, or don’t get down and roll

Don’t let’em dim your lights and turn your warmth too cold

There’s only One who really got this whole thing sewed

The One who said collect only what you have sowed

The One who said confess and let me save your soul

And I challenge you to find Him on that easy road

When the pressure descend find my legs unbowed

They seek to break us down please don't give up the code

All together, brave the weather, keep the row

And I’ll keep up the spirits with these thoughtful flows,

So I write...

And so I write

And so I write

And so I write

RedPill

...either they ain't ready or i'm overly prepared,

starting sharing knowledge and they strangely stared,

and they still couldn't see until i dumbed down the glare,

then my soul got weary then my temper flared,

because it wasn't even like they never really cared,

but they willingly oppressed themselves, offered the fare...

my God...lives based on choices carefully prepared –

packaged up in stores to where we sprint like hares

and give ourselves bare to which no fruit we bear

and in emptiness we surround ourselves, to stray away we dare,

because this IS stability , fabricated ware

and sometimes just something feels good when nothing else pairs.

RedPill.

Sickening, thickening decline in moral levels

We switch sides so often like our brains on bevels

The lemurs running fierce to our heavens or our hells

Snitched, arrested, jailed… we doin it to ourselves

And we love it, embrace it, spend time rallying for basics

And the trash with which we consume ourselves

To it we rush, don’t pace it

And I only write these words out of my own frustration

That 95% who read them just won’t make it

Enlightenment takes courage to go beyond, just take it.

Red Pill.

building home

building home
building home
building home to fight the wrong
the injusticeS
all to thwart the plans
that hinder, slave and then demand
more souls,
And we so readily the lions' lambs
we invite more of ourselves
into their plan
consumption, consumption
hoarding more
and when those in need come to our door?
we shun, exclude in one or more
charity? no.
God-given right to explore
the life beyond, surplus and wealth
we clamor, fight, work to our death
to be among elite and star
building Babylon on earth subpar
but never did He endorse such shit
that we may be controlled in it
all we allow to roam within
our existences reflect influences
cheat, lies, covet, take
we see this daily, hook and bait
invasive on your TV screen
mainstream music fits in between
coincidences now ended
exactly what they intended
and where you find yourself in it?
better be where you end it
'cause the road to salvation
is not half-assed, and is not pretended.

building home
building home
building home to fight the wrong
injusticeS, while we seek plushness
comfortability and cushion
building layers of ignorance,
preconditioning our lives
with the songs of Sirens in rightful tune
building vast empires of sorrows and doom
I sweep, shovel this noise off my stoop
and prepare my mind for battle
because when their shoes bring dirt and soot
I'll be absent, fence not straddled...

Again.

just not how i saw it when i woke up today.

life a completed page of checkboxes

beautifully crafted and interwoven

lovingly joined...

glances, stares become tiny tears

gazing into my skin

infusing my bones

inverting my soul

she’s then

dangling from my sleeve

greeting the world with such genuineness

opening to the possibilities

oblivious to danger

ignorant to peril

choices.

and why should I...not?

not oblivious. 

not ignorant.

ignoring.

intentional. 

calculated excuses and rationale

selfish?

ingenious. 

misunderstood.

i open my soul

bring from within my best

present and offer

humbly.

no forcing, no coaxing, no suggestion

only free will

immediate connection

submission and tension

passion.

self gratifying

outcome bleak

tweaked, altered 

result replays...

just not how i saw it when i woke up today.

360

Off the road to nowhere, but still not used to moving this part of my life so purposefully.

Having to be careful about each choice. Why can't this come as natural as my next breath? This I don't understand. This I can't comprehend, can't wrap my mind around this unintentional loss of consciousness.

Love, lust, desire, seduction, attraction, that look, the feeling that follows, bodies, lips, fingertips, caresses, tongues. 

The strongest sensations I feel, so little of it makes me feel. I overdose, every time, and when I sober, when I come back to myself, I'm drowning in guilt, but the shame doesn't distract me from seeking my next fix. 

And the actual problem exists because I don't know when he's coming or how to sense him. I'm blind, and the only warning signs appear after I've hit it, after the feelings again take over me, and I'm in too deep...again.

I don't know how to predict it, don't know how to avoid it, so don't fault me for not learning from my mistakes, from these cycles of nothingness...that mean everything to me.

i hate you so much right now.

fo-ny pha-kin' i-mage steal-ing wanna-be but not appealing.

leave this to professionals

or at least those somewhat versed on the subject.

didn't figure we'd get here so quickly,

or even ever as a matter of fact

yet i stand here on the cusp

of homicidal achievement

because that is how much you matter right now,

that I would find thrill in the wake of your termination.

how is it

that you've managed to lace yourself

within my exploratory consciousness?

that place where hands lay and necks crack

-not just in theory-

beyond the humanistic concern that I feel for all people

whether I like them or not.

with you, my vices have never been secret, or hidden

i trusted that you would wrap them carefully

and place them in well guarded quarters.

and I hate more than anything

that the only way I would find out

how false you really were

was to now see my enemies

flaunting pieces of them.

you know me,

so surely you have already deduced

that this will go far beyond words on a page

not only will these letters hemorrhage

not only will this ink bleed.

how dare you, contriving parasite?

initially i thought i was bested

but there was never any antagonism,

i thought

i guess the old adage rings true

those who fear you present

will resent you absent

and as much as i know

and all the degrees i hold

i couldn't deduce your callow little existence.

in case you had not realized,

i have no desire to be the bigger person.