Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Water Bearer

I "borrowed" this picture from a friend.. I hope she doesn't mind. I just think the simplicity is beautiful. The angle is divine, and the tranquility of the image is calming. I am the water bearer. And this is me.
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Monday, April 26, 2010


Hour glass full of time
Slowly refilling each second
(Your still waters)

Silently you have managed to whisper nothings
I can feel your vibrations
the inhale and exhale of your soul

Slowly your existence has caused me to question
Each being that captivates
Every emotion that encompasses
My time
(You keep me purely satisfied)

Seductively you have supplied mental images
The should be's
I'm in so deep
(Digging my way in)

Pushed my fears beyond recognition
Loved me at my weak
Slowly we moved fast
(Steady,soothing, you calm me)

Self less, stories of could be's
Word play connected through destiny
Creation of love with each beginning
(You give me pieces of your soul to kiss)

A hour glass full of time
Drowning in wisdom
Swimming in honesty
Your existence is a blessing

Your thoughts finish mine
You leave me
Between movement and still
Balancing direction

Trying hard not to abuse
Kinectic energy
Your hour glass
Your love
Your existence.

I am learning how to love
Your energy
Your hour glass
Your existence

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Sunday, April 25, 2010


Keeps me.
Wrapped in the warmth of a soul.
Comfort in each moment.
Exchange of eloquently placed letters
Phrases who tickle my thoughts.
Speech parallel with my visions.
Talk in tune with my hearing.
In sync.
Keeps me.
Tiptoing on each word,
Backed by emotion.
Still trying to explain
The feeling
Of not wanting stop to start.
Keeps me wondering.
could conversation...
Keep me wrapped in the warm of a soul.

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Saturday, April 24, 2010


Brain stormed
Enjoyed the rain
The rain
Has Calmed
The city.
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Friday, April 23, 2010


Lights dim
French doors.
I'm open.
Wind blowing.
Breeze flowing.
I'm open.
Relaxing on the sofa.
Music in the back drop.
I'm open.
Long day accomplished.
Day awaiting.
I'm open.
Night upon us.
Hope is within us.
I'm open.
Tomorrow is confirmation of all yesterdays.
My actions multiplied.
I am
Willing to receive.
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Thursday, April 22, 2010

Eat or Be Eaten?

Eat or Be Eaten?
Rob or be Robbed?

What is it that stands us apart from one another? I ask earlier what's our strongest evil that exists? My brother Ron (twitter: reno_lamont ) suggested that the pure ideal of distinctions, separations, categories and "unity" is our evil. That individualism is looked at as being against unity.

And what does this have any thing to do with my questions. Well really nothing. But if we think about our strongest evil, I tend to think it can also be our strongest greatness! But where does the distinction in that lie!?

Well.... Of course most of us would rather eat than be eaten, and rob rather than be robbed. But. Would you ever allow the other option if it depended on someone's life??

Are you willing to sacrifice your "individualized" motives and darwinistic mentality to be eaten and robbed??Can we turn misfortune into hope??

And yes this may have nothing to do with literally meanings....but since when do we ever stay on the surface with conversations.
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Wednesday, April 21, 2010

"You Don't Know My Story"-- Journals

Since March I have been working with 3 evolving girls in an after school program geared towards character development.

I had the pleasure of teaming with Black Positive Image and putting the organization's " You Don't Know My Story" campaign into action.

The first project we did with the girls was making journals. In appreciation to all our guests, supporters, and visitors during our program we made journals to present as gifts.

Below are a few of the covers... Enjoy.

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Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Family Ties

I awoke this morning with a dream on my mind. Shattered realities of false family ties. I am bi racial. My mother is African American and my father is Puerto Rican, he came to America as a child. I am a middle child, only girl. My parents were married for some great time, but good things do sometimes end.

Though we are not the only African American bi racial grand children in my Puerto Rican family, we were treated as such. I assume/ and have been told that this was an issue far more developed before my birth. And it seems it never has been corrected.

In spanish, we great elders with "Bendicion" or Blessings/Benediction. I have always been great at remembering this around them.

"Bendicion, grandma,." I said to her reaching for a hug. And as she turn away, all I could say was the truth. Why do you treat me/us as such? The black sheep. Like we are diseased and not apart of this family. And she replied: "Because you are."

What instantly became no longer a conversation based on calmness and respect, now was fueled with all the bitter moments I've held in from my childhood.

I just didn't want to live a lie anymore. This dream hits home with many. I have a student I teach, who came crying to me about the same sentiments, however, her family is Mexican.

Its amazing what we do to our own people. We are stricken with categorizing ourselves based on appearance, race, gender; visible representation of a human, not a soul.

Remember who you are offending.... Next time you turn the other cheek.

Monday, April 19, 2010


I rarely watch any television. But when I am watching I have a classic list of shows that pick my brain.

House, 24, CSI (all of them: NY is okay..), Law &Order (all), Criminal Minds, Without A Trace, The Mentalist, Intervention, First 48, and Hoarders.

Now many of these shows have similar themes. Over the last ten years I always had this goal of being the Crime Scene Investigator, or the coroner performing autopsies. You are probably thinking " Eeeeww, Dead people! " Yes, dead people. I think its all so fascinating. The combination of practicality and science, how real world actions influence our bodies reactions, thus creating signs in our autopsies. Amazing.

I seem to get so wrapped up in many things. I have a list of "jobs" that don't match, that I have always wanted to just be certified in : just because. Cosmetology, Physical Therapy, Forensic Science, Teaching, Writing, etc. Maybe one day I will just do it all....

What's your list of odd jobs?
What's your "weird" thing?
What show's too your fancy???

And most importantly: what does this all say about me? About you?

Now back to House, as I get amped for the next episode of 24... (Last season: Tear,Tear).

And yes, if you can't relate, its okay, neither do most of my friends. :-)

Sunday, April 18, 2010


Breathe in, exhale, waiting to climax

Closed mouth don't get fed: hungry!

Arms meet, body's touch: simple intimacy.

Not a follower, internally hating twitter

No words can fill the void

Never underestimate those who you scorn

Hopeless: penny with hole in it

Morning: sure missed you last night

See, the truth needs no proof

There's no substitute for the truth

Transfer of souls: talk,listen, exchange

Found a love, lost a friend

There are blessings in every lesson

Together we are stronger, let's connect

Let my love strengthen your weaknesses

I talked to God through you

I want to hold your hand

The best is yet to come.

Untitled (edit from 11/09)

Silently, dreams shattered with voices
Truths left unspoken
She left
Doors slammed
She screamed
Fear Raged
Slowly engulfed
She is wounded
Succumbed to stereotypes
Story climax
Before and after
Her shortcomings
Feels like she has lived twice before
Seen his lies twice before
His sweetness
A story line without a beautiful ending
Sacrifice hurts more
When its too late.
And souls are shattered.

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Love as the Practice of Freedom

Bell Hooks--->Outlaw Culture: Resisting Representations. A array of essays that explore a range of personal topics from femininity to Malcom X.

This essay I am posting this quote from is chapter 20, entitled: Love as the Practice of Freedom. Page 243.

In this she writes about exploring a love ethic in order to find balance and freedom in life. She compares how the love ethic was used for both MLK's urgency within the Civil Rights Movement, and Malcom's "by any means necessary" sentiments to promote self love as a priority to freedom. Overall, Bell Hooks concludes that we must all look beyond our own circumstances and assume responsibility for change in this world. From this we must all reflect, grow, explore, expand, think, collab, and really find meaning in community.

The following speaks on the importance of service and how we must combine both compassion and insight... which is explored by Joanna Macy...

"You have to have compassion because it gives you the juice, the power, the passion to move. When you open to the pain of the world you move, you act. But that weapon is not enough. It can burn you out, so you need the other- you need insight into the radical interdependence of all phenomena. With that wisdom you know that is not a battle between good guys and bad guys, but that the line between good and evil runs through the landscape of every human heart. With insight into our profound interrelatedness, you know that actions undertaken with pure intent have repercussions throughout the web of life, beyond what you can measure or discern."

Please read this quote a few times. Let these sentiments marinade.....

Friday, April 16, 2010


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Djed Pillar

This is so beautiful to me. So much culture. So much history. So much hope. Stability.

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Thursday, April 15, 2010

Mind on Over drive

I love to think. I love to question everything in life. I really think I am going to start a blog full of questions.. But until then here are some from a conversation that has been ongoing these last few weeks.

What is life?
What is living vs existing?
Are we selfish beings?
Will we as humans ever be satisfied?
What is "enough"?
Do we give "possibility" enough credit? Is it Because we believe we can alter/control everything?
If life is about possibility and result, what separates them? Is it action? Initiative? Motivation?
What sparks us to act?
Where does instinct come from?
Is giving enough?
Do we always have to give for the sake of giving for giving to be meaningful?
is life just an example of quantum physics? Are we the experiment?
Think about how each action has an equal opposite reaction...
We are all bundles of energy, particles that keep the cycle going.. So our action is kinectic energy. (Via coreman2200)
What color is truth?
What does it mean to actually be happy or satisfied?
Is desire evil if its always continuous?
Would you be content with out the ability to smile?-If you inner being didn't match your outter being?

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Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Scraps of Clarity

Clear impressions fogged
Clarity in visions.
Lost and soul followed.
Message trapped behind pipes and bottles
The revolution doesn't discriminate
Gender has no color
And life is blind not love
Fallen, death from hypocrisy
Details magnified to display disunity
We are
A people of the movement.
Don't let false representation
Guide and lead
Revolution is deaf to improper speech
We all have a story to tell
Our Weapons are internal
Combat the enemy
Nocturnal dreams live beyond galaxies
And we been to the moon
So why not reach for the stars on other planets?
They set limits for our people
But clear does exist.
See through the bullshit
Revolution doesn't discriminate
Gender has no color
Life is blind not love
Stand in clarity!

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Fortune Cookie

"Be prepared to receive something special with no strings attached."

Freedom, tattooed on my forearm.. I am a being of no constraints. I envy the way the trees sway with the wind, how they seem so effortless. I hang low on the pride of the world by moving with each wave of energy and movement. Mentally torn on intuition and heavenly creation. I am struggling with preparation. Opening my soul what I have been chasing, seemingly the same thing I am running from. I am a being of no constraints. No string attached. No worries. Yet, my selfishness interferes with my self. Allowing others at times to pull my freedom for their needs. Strength is hard to balance in a world of uncertainty. I am in preparation.... For the freedom ahead.
Are you?
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Monday, April 12, 2010

brown paper bag

there once was a time..

Slight impulse.
Breathing steady
Pulse racing
Emotions uncontrolled
Defined by nothing
Sporadic glances
Racing time
I have lost
Myself in myself
Searching for power
I lost sight of mine
Is not a joke
Brown paper bag
Pull over to side of the road
Clench fist
Its over
I live.

"You Dont Know My Story" Girls Campaign-- Deadline EXTENDED!!!!!

The Campaign Deadline has been Extended An Extra Week

NEW Dealine

April 19, 2010

Please See Below for Details


You Don't Know My Story is a campaign geared towards recognizing self prosperity through reflection and appreciation that everyone has a life story worth telling. The campaign was originally started by the non-profit organization, Black Positive Image (BPI). 

BPI focuses on reaffirming and restructuring the images and perceptions of African Americans through actively encouraging positive thinking and behavior. 

In partnership with BPI, an 8th grade after school program has the opportunity of serving as a vessel in continuing this campaign. We plan to create a booklet of submissions for the young ladies involved in the character development program and also post them to a blog site created for the campaign. 

Help us bring this campaign to life! All we ask is that you take the time to share your story so that young ladies and people around can learn, reflect, and grow. 

Submission Details:
v    Female Submissions Only
v    Stories should e mailed to: knowmystory@gmail.com
v    Length: 1-2 pages single spaced
v    Submissions can be Anonymous
v  We encourage you to invite your friends, family, and network to help keep this campaign alive.
v    Understand by submitting a story you give us permission to use it for the printed booklet. However, we will still make selections based on the quantity received.  Please specify if you would like to remove your submission from being posted on a blog. Dates:

v    Deadline : 4/12/10 *NOW* 4/19/10

 Thank you in advance for helping bring this campaign alive and helping young ladies experience triumph through your lens.

Sunday, April 11, 2010

photography of my dreams

Image captured. Blurred to perfection. My life two folds. Camera lens focused. Zoom in on passion, determined to capture my purpose. Mixed composition. Background: my challenges, obstacles, achievements, distractions, and external elements that make life stand out. Lurking in the foreground: focus, beauties, bold lessons, goals, and desires. Dreams that over stand reality, creating a perfect image. Life captured in a perfect frame of time. Seconds halted within beauty and desire. The fourth dimension magnified to its purest form, a silent image of truth. I refuse t merge background with foreground. Without the constant reflection, the depth, and imagery, beauty with be still. Left in small attempts and front image focus of self. All is necessary to see life in the blink of an eye, through the frame and lens of love. Two folds. Reality, and idealism. Slightly merging into a desire of need for completion. The fourth dimension. Life. Time.

Saturday, April 10, 2010

tu lips

Tu lips

The preservation of love
Emotional feelings trapped within colors
Definitive by thought and position
Balanced attempting
Nestled in words left unspoken

“I love you”
“Let’s just be friends”
“Sorry for your lost”
“But please get better soon…”

Preference masked my passion
Deeper meaning, simpler gesture
Timeless expression
Token of thought

No need to move your two lips
Conjure up lies and corny lines
Resilience lives
Growth after severed
Roots stimulated
Just past me those tu lips
And speak

“I love you”
“I miss you”
“Let’s just be friends”
“Sorry for your lost”
“But please get better soon…”

It’s the thought
That is timeless.

Friday, April 9, 2010

10 Questions

10 Questions I would ask everyone:
1. At what point do you reach balance?
2. What dimension do you live in?
3. What do the trees tell you?
4. What is your story?
5. How do you define existence?
6. What color is truth, peace, evil, and pain?
7. Love is…?
8. What do you see under your eye lids…
9. Words or images?
10. If you could. You would…?

Thursday, April 8, 2010


Stepping out on a limb. I am fearless. I am courageous. I am me. Bold and Beautiful, my soul glow, my emotions plastered on the walls of my notebook, and my heart open to receiving anything new. Mind focused on dispelling limits, internal barriers, and external constraints.

And yet I don’t read my writings. Asked why I write. I don’t really read my words that spread thin and wide across blank minds. My belief and passion lies in the action of writing. The therapy of writing. The experience of putting thoughts and concepts into reality and emotion that transcend my beliefs and soul. And what if I am not the only one thinking this way?? How will I ever know? If I first cannot conceptualize my own thoughts, my ability to understand and be understood would diminish.

Writing is like painting mental pictures with the tips of your fingers. Slowly mapping out paths to victory, success, and pain. It’s like retracing all the coloring books, simulating life in the reverse and the forward. It is a plan of action, reflection and preparation. Writing captures images, literary photography through phrases, memorializing topics, exploring people, and paying tribute to history and legends. It is history rewound, fast forwarded, and paused for a glimpse into the surreal, reality, the artist, and the mind.

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

self indulgence

So I am blogging daily. Attempting is better than not. Run with me …
Self indulgence….
#1: Ankh: as I started to explore my self.. I found beauty in Egyptian mythology, gods/goddess and their existence and being. My first tat came it was 18… an Ankh on my wrist. Signifying life... I purposely placed it over my veins.
#2. Sankofa Bird: I really wanted this huge lavish colorful Sankofa swan on my back... but I opted for something a little smaller and stronger in presence. Placed on the nape of my neck for strength. Often confused as a chicken, I laugh at peoples lack of knowledge in its power. Sankofa: remembering from the past in order to get through the future. Gotta love our past knowledge! Gotta love the wealth of the mind to move forward, prepare and plan!
#3: Eye of Ra/ Eye of Horus… Wedjat : Left is the Moon, Right the Sun. Story of the God Horus referred to often as a falcon. Symbolizing many things… broken down into six senses (thought being the sixth), the solar symbolism, an agent of action, protection of wrath. Place on each shoulder: For structure, guidance and coverage.
(Shout outs to Chris McAdoo at City of Ink….http://mybrothersinker.blogspot.com)
#4 Freedom: freedom is scripted on my left forearm. I felt I need it placed where all could see. I ‘m often asked why freedom, or what does freedom mean to me??? – I got this tat for myself as well as others. *Freedom is limitless* Freedom is often overlook and underappreciated until snatched or jeopardized. This is my only tat that I have from NY. Same dude who has done all my brothers, so I def needed that inkage. I just hope that others not only question me and my freedom in every aspect but also there’s.
#5: Without Struggle, There’s No Success: I got three tats that day all by Melvin Todd at City of Ink (http://9mag.blogspot.com/) in Atlanta. This message was split between my Achilles. Self Explanatory. On my ankles because we fail to realize the struggles we overcome are those that keep us grounded…
#6: Feather/Pen: Left Pointer finger… in hieroglyphics a feather represents wisdom, and truth. I am a poet. Let my feather guide my writing hand…

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

i love this

dis dudes blog is worth visiting
check it for yourself....


mental hugs goodbye

Dreams dangled by mental hugs and kisses good bye
If only I hung on to you tighter
Held you closer to my intellect
Capture your scent next to my faith
If only I could hear your first cry alongside hope
But instead I lynched your spirit
Before you could breathe
God's fresh air
I muffled your breath
Kept you hidden
Beneath every fear and worry
I buried you six inches deep into goodbye
I thru you farther from grace
Than any home run could have ever done
Attempting to be whole without you
Yet only forever becoming hollow
I left you 2 die
Before you could live
Sucked your imagination from becoming extraordinary
I extracted your dreams
In order to satisfy mine
Left you still
Stuck between real and reality
You were gone
Before beginning
And now I realize
I missed you
The possibility attached to your name
The love
We could have made
Now I care
Wonder what it would have been like
If I didn't accept less as better
And allow mental hugs to turn you away.
I wonder how it would be
If you lived.

Monday, April 5, 2010


When I was younger I sometimes used to stutter. Pardon me if it seems like my thoughts are not complete. Yet small phrases to combined into a magnified bundle of energy. At times my mind stutters. Saying the same thing over and over... Sometimes it’s kind of beautiful.

Sunday, April 4, 2010

Real ish

If I Had... Eninem

What is life?
Life is like a big obstacle
put in front of your optical to slow you down
And everytime you think you gotten past it
it's gonna come back around and tackle you to the damn ground
What are friends?
Friends are people that you think are your friends
But they really your enemies, with secret indentities
and disguises, to hide they true colors
So just when you think you close enough to be brothers
they wanna come back and cut your throat when you ain't lookin
What is money?
Money is what makes a man act funny
Money is the root of all evil
Money'll make them same friends come back around
swearing that they was always down
What is life?
I'm tired of life
I'm tired of backstabbing ass snakes with friendly grins
I'm tired of committing so many sins
Tired of always giving in when this bottle of Henny wins
Tired of never having any ends
Tired of having skinny friends hooked on crack and mini-thins
I'm tired of this DJ playing YOUR shit when he spins
Tired of not having a deal
Tired of having to deal with the bullshit without grabbing the steel
Tired of drowning in my sorrow
Tired of having to borrow a dollar for gas to start my Monte Carlo
I'm tired of motherfuckers spraying shit and dartin off
I'm tired of jobs startin off at five fifty an hour
then this boss wanders why I'm smartin off
I'm tired of being fired everytime I fart and cough
Tired of having to work as a gas station clerk
for this jerk breathing down my neck driving me bezerk
I'm tired of using plastic silverware
Tired of working in Building Square
Tired of not being a millionaire

Saturday, April 3, 2010


my students are remix'n turned up into a math/crct theme.... checki it

School turn me up
the test we gone pass
I got lots of knowledge
I can multitask
division on my test
we gone do our best
come up in da school wit a pencil on my desk
If you gettin in, and you gettin A’s
gone pop your collar
you going to graduate

Friday, April 2, 2010

day 2

if everyday is my last
that means every morning is a new begining
live with meaning
mean what you do
and live

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Day 1: reflection

On this 30 day Blog Post challenge...

I had this whole other thing ready to post but I will save that for another day and instead just reflect on my week. Its been such a powerful bundle of energy raging through me this week. It had helped me stay on track, multi-task, and just ultimately stay focused. Today I learned that learning has no limits, time with our generations is essential, support is vital, power is within, and starting is never too late. So thankful to be a teacher, at heart and profession, but most importantly a learning student in every aspect. Taking in all my students uplift and enrich me with. I am thankful to be in a place where everything is revolving, though things still stay the same. Love. Education. Pain. Support. Comfort. Truth. Learning. Teaching. Growing. Maturing! Fighting. Peace. Consequences. Congratulations. Everything is changing.. But somethings remain the same.

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