There is much to say about the journey traveled. Around December and May I love to go to the graduations to celebrate the transition of a person from one level to the next. I often wonder how it is so joyous on these occasions. No thoughts of the bitter days or intense struggles often faced to accomplish our goals. All we feel our immense feelings of happiness for this momentous milestone. There is no joy without pain. No accomplishment without sacrifice and often no success without struggle. Though it may be hard to push through those days of drudgery to those moments of elite joy I encourage you to push on. I am so happy for all the graduates at my alma mater Lamar University. This was one of the first graduations were I truly felt connected to all the joy the people walking across the stage were feeling. All I could think about is how their triumph was first met with obstacle and plight but they continued to push on. For this I encourage everyone to push on through whatever you are going through.
# GO CARDS
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Friday, November 4, 2011
There Is No Acceptable Abuse
About a month ago I wrote a poem for a friend of mine concerning domestic abuse. On this Friday I would like to encourage you to prevent these type of situations in life. If you know of anyone who is involved in a domestic abuse situation please help. If you do not know how to help call the local authorities, a friend, church or anyone you believe can help. This is also a direct link if your dealing with this kind of situation:
http://helpguide.org/mental/domestic_violence_abuse_types_signs_causes_effects.htm
A Poem For Domestic Abuse
Untitled:
I love you, I really love you
The siren sings the melodies I composed for you
And the rhythm kept with the beat of my belt
Lets you feel the pain that I have never felt
The cymbals in your brain are simply migraines
And my chorus of profanity plays over and over again for you mentally
This song is for you, I wrote it all for you
You’re my perfect painting, brushstrokes of black and blue
I framed you my mural with scars that are plural
So unique a picture that you won’t allow anyone to see
This artwork I created is just for the eyes of me
Baby, nightmares can be dreams it just depends in what you believe
Love is in my words don’t pay attention to actions you receive
For I am priceless your attention worthless
And if my sins you confess my heart you’ll see less
So the violent song repeated, the cymbals continued to clash
And his love beat a rhythm on the chest of the one lonely guest,
so not only did they were long sleeves, They now invested in a vest
And as the frame became stronger, outlined in scars that were longer
They considered themselves blessed by the talented violent artist
Sometimes their tears were expressions of the pain that was in them
So they felt in sync with the artist who struck so many chords on them
Till they went to the funeral of one of the hearts that he claimed
It was silent because the cymbals no longer banged in their brain
The sirens didn’t play and the picture in the frame
Was in lack of color as if they used water colors to paint in the rain
But through the silence the quiet body spoke words that made the live painting quiver
He doesn’t love you, his love only brings your death quicker
The lyrics of the truth was words that the violent artist could not deliver
And they realized though the silent poetic delivery
That true love doesn’t describe you with imagery through profanity
Beautiful paintings never hurt and blood never washes the pain away
Love is only a word if your lover chooses to act this way
You must realize the beauty in everything that you are
Whether scared or abused, mistreated or confused
You are worth more than the actions of those who abuse
Remember you are not broken you are simply bruised
Find strength in the love of the ones who care for you
Live life because God’s son freely gave his life for you
http://helpguide.org/mental/domestic_violence_abuse_types_signs_causes_effects.htm
A Poem For Domestic Abuse
Untitled:
I love you, I really love you
The siren sings the melodies I composed for you
And the rhythm kept with the beat of my belt
Lets you feel the pain that I have never felt
The cymbals in your brain are simply migraines
And my chorus of profanity plays over and over again for you mentally
This song is for you, I wrote it all for you
You’re my perfect painting, brushstrokes of black and blue
I framed you my mural with scars that are plural
So unique a picture that you won’t allow anyone to see
This artwork I created is just for the eyes of me
Baby, nightmares can be dreams it just depends in what you believe
Love is in my words don’t pay attention to actions you receive
For I am priceless your attention worthless
And if my sins you confess my heart you’ll see less
So the violent song repeated, the cymbals continued to clash
And his love beat a rhythm on the chest of the one lonely guest,
so not only did they were long sleeves, They now invested in a vest
And as the frame became stronger, outlined in scars that were longer
They considered themselves blessed by the talented violent artist
Sometimes their tears were expressions of the pain that was in them
So they felt in sync with the artist who struck so many chords on them
Till they went to the funeral of one of the hearts that he claimed
It was silent because the cymbals no longer banged in their brain
The sirens didn’t play and the picture in the frame
Was in lack of color as if they used water colors to paint in the rain
But through the silence the quiet body spoke words that made the live painting quiver
He doesn’t love you, his love only brings your death quicker
The lyrics of the truth was words that the violent artist could not deliver
And they realized though the silent poetic delivery
That true love doesn’t describe you with imagery through profanity
Beautiful paintings never hurt and blood never washes the pain away
Love is only a word if your lover chooses to act this way
You must realize the beauty in everything that you are
Whether scared or abused, mistreated or confused
You are worth more than the actions of those who abuse
Remember you are not broken you are simply bruised
Find strength in the love of the ones who care for you
Live life because God’s son freely gave his life for you
Sunday, September 11, 2011
9/11 We must do more than Remember we must React
Today marks a day that will go down in infamy similar to Pearl Harbor’s attack on our freedom. It is always astonishing the great lengths some individual’s will go to destroy life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. However what is more of a revelation is the great length Americans went to become cohesive with their fellow Americans after this tragedy overwhelmed us. On September 11, 2001 what many called terrorist were responsible for destroying the twin towers; which stood as a monument to American ingenuity and strength. This barbaric act of misguided hatred caused many to lose their lives that day. Much was lost including fathers, husbands, wives, daughters, parents, children and etc. Not to mention the infrastructural damage done to American soil.
However on a flight called United 93 something was born from the tragedy and that was a sense of cohesiveness. It was a united effort by brave Americans to prevent “terrorists” from destroying further government buildings which would have certainly furthered the progression of terror. These brave souls put their differences aside in order to protect “America”. There was not one American that day, month, or even years to follow that didn’t believe in a spirit of united patriotism. So the biggest question I have is why we can’t do the same thing now. Would the people we were ten years ago really approve of all the senseless debating and quarrelling that is going on in congress and the senate. Would we approve of the high school presidential races we have become accustom to. Would Rick Perry make statements like Social Security is a Ponzi scheme during 9/11/2001? Would the countless references to Obama care really be enough to persuade voters or would we demand more from our leader’s democrat, republican, or independent. We must do more than remember, we must react.
However on a flight called United 93 something was born from the tragedy and that was a sense of cohesiveness. It was a united effort by brave Americans to prevent “terrorists” from destroying further government buildings which would have certainly furthered the progression of terror. These brave souls put their differences aside in order to protect “America”. There was not one American that day, month, or even years to follow that didn’t believe in a spirit of united patriotism. So the biggest question I have is why we can’t do the same thing now. Would the people we were ten years ago really approve of all the senseless debating and quarrelling that is going on in congress and the senate. Would we approve of the high school presidential races we have become accustom to. Would Rick Perry make statements like Social Security is a Ponzi scheme during 9/11/2001? Would the countless references to Obama care really be enough to persuade voters or would we demand more from our leader’s democrat, republican, or independent. We must do more than remember, we must react.
Monday, September 5, 2011
Its a Black thing but its not a Black thing....
A notion or a thought illuminated in my mind. This thought is rather simplistic in nature but can have a drastic effect on the effectiveness on the plight of the African student. It is my premise that the reason why more African students are not help is because we our hypothesis is all wrong about why the student is not succeeding. Indeed we receive information stating that the African student is not succeeding in the classroom at the same rate of his Caucasian counterpart and we think that there is something wrong with the African student. However this is the same backwards thinking that led to believing that the African race could not read, write, or have intellectual thought and should have stayed a slave.
The fact of the matter is that the African; male in particular problem with learning is not a racial problem but a social problem. A social problem that is indeed limited to the individuals that suffers from the problem. It is not their skin that generate the problem but rather the state that some Africans in that make them more susceptible to this issue. It is well know that there is a higher occurrence of sickle cell in the black race but that does not equate to the fact that every black will have sickle cell. There is a high occurrence of diabetes as well but this does not allow for all blacks to have problems with blood sugar. Correlation does not equal fact and that is probably the problem we are facing with effectively helping our young African youth. I believe if we prepare the African student as we prepare all students that are successful then in turn the African student will succeed to. I believe and will continue to believe that this is a battle of atmosphere. No one is born a killer, drug dealer, priest, teacher, or doctor but it is a person’s atmosphere along with personal choices that influence whether a person will or will not make a positive or negative impact on their lives and those around them.
I would love to stay that it is ultimately the choice of an individual whether he or she succeeds. But good intentions without the resources or guidance to help them succeed render those intentions almost useless. Also, I think that it is very difficult to curb someone’s training that they have been receiving for almost twenty years. As the Bible states, “train up a child in the correct manner and when they are old they will not depart from it”. Then this must also be true of its counterpart in training a child improperly. I do not say this to discourage or take away hope. I just believe that if we are to truly affect their lives then we have to reprogram their thinking instead of just holding a carrot in from of them like a donkey. We must treat them as if we are training the next leaders of America. We must be more aggressive in our message without diluting it to a sales pitch. I think we are cutting at the problem but we are not digging to the core. How can we expect the world to see them as future leaders of America and successful students when we ourselves target them like a lost generation? I think that they can feel that they are labeled lost, and that also plays into the way that they act.
The fact of the matter is that the African; male in particular problem with learning is not a racial problem but a social problem. A social problem that is indeed limited to the individuals that suffers from the problem. It is not their skin that generate the problem but rather the state that some Africans in that make them more susceptible to this issue. It is well know that there is a higher occurrence of sickle cell in the black race but that does not equate to the fact that every black will have sickle cell. There is a high occurrence of diabetes as well but this does not allow for all blacks to have problems with blood sugar. Correlation does not equal fact and that is probably the problem we are facing with effectively helping our young African youth. I believe if we prepare the African student as we prepare all students that are successful then in turn the African student will succeed to. I believe and will continue to believe that this is a battle of atmosphere. No one is born a killer, drug dealer, priest, teacher, or doctor but it is a person’s atmosphere along with personal choices that influence whether a person will or will not make a positive or negative impact on their lives and those around them.
I would love to stay that it is ultimately the choice of an individual whether he or she succeeds. But good intentions without the resources or guidance to help them succeed render those intentions almost useless. Also, I think that it is very difficult to curb someone’s training that they have been receiving for almost twenty years. As the Bible states, “train up a child in the correct manner and when they are old they will not depart from it”. Then this must also be true of its counterpart in training a child improperly. I do not say this to discourage or take away hope. I just believe that if we are to truly affect their lives then we have to reprogram their thinking instead of just holding a carrot in from of them like a donkey. We must treat them as if we are training the next leaders of America. We must be more aggressive in our message without diluting it to a sales pitch. I think we are cutting at the problem but we are not digging to the core. How can we expect the world to see them as future leaders of America and successful students when we ourselves target them like a lost generation? I think that they can feel that they are labeled lost, and that also plays into the way that they act.
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Today....
Indeed today is a journey that will consist of new challenges, hardships, rewards, and achievements. One things is for sure is that today is not yesterday nor the day before that. America is going through grave changes to it seems. I am unaware if these adverse changes are indeed negative or growing pains. At some point the debt situation has to be adhered to. At some point we have to deal with our advancing moral decay. At some point we have to create a healthy environment for our children and our children's children to exist in. If not yours and my name will cease to exist. I know one thing is certain are that we need to make some headway on solving our problems instead of just detouring them. There's going to have to be some serious thoughtful decisions made on you and my behalf. If we don’t choose today who we are going to serve, how we are going to act, spend, and treat others today then we will no better be fit to handle it tomorrow. The time is now, create your legacy today.
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
What are We Coming To?
Some prisons are barless
Some screams way more silent
Smart minds go mindless
As peace gets labeled violent
I fear it's timeless
Enemies all around us
Friends all inside us
Dreams are awaken
Reality is what's sleeping
Freedom is what's taken
Forget that which is mistaken
Break that which is already breaking
Fix what's already working
So people stay broken
As if there problems never heard of
Perils of the case
Whether false or fake
Still made ratings on tv seem so great
So justice is now a show
For which many show up late
The worm goes to the early
The bird goes to the sky
Lift your prayers on High
That's the only way to fly
.
Some screams way more silent
Smart minds go mindless
As peace gets labeled violent
I fear it's timeless
Enemies all around us
Friends all inside us
Dreams are awaken
Reality is what's sleeping
Freedom is what's taken
Forget that which is mistaken
Break that which is already breaking
Fix what's already working
So people stay broken
As if there problems never heard of
Perils of the case
Whether false or fake
Still made ratings on tv seem so great
So justice is now a show
For which many show up late
The worm goes to the early
The bird goes to the sky
Lift your prayers on High
That's the only way to fly
.
Friday, June 10, 2011
Weiner or Eddie Long
There is an acute difference between the Eddie Long case and the Anthony Weiner case. One key aspect of the case of Weiner is that it is a public official that works for the government. Eddie Long is a public official that works for God. Both the government and the church claims to be under the jurisdiction of God. I however am intrigued to see how Mr. Weiner constituents are claiming that he step down. I have seen that some of Eddie Long's constituents have backed him, ( see Creflo Dollar's comments.). I know there is a difference between the way a church and political office is officiated but it is interesting to see the contrast. Because of the damage one party member can do with their immoral actions many members of the party will seek resignation. Now in contrast to the church, will this happen to the same degree. The damage of a clergy member's immoral acts can have the same damage to that ministry and adversely represent that faith . I'm not sure if Eddie long did what he is alleged to have done in contrast to Weiners admission of guilt; but merely putting yourself in that situation could be presented as contrary to what you have been called to do. What do you feel. Should Eddie Long's constituents call him to step down like Weiner's did.
This blog is to merely present a point and ask a question.
This blog is to merely present a point and ask a question.
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Dear America
Dear America,
Libya to Darfur, Rwanda to the civil war Emacipating freedom has always been what were fighting for
I'm not sure what makes us fight these wars
The price of freedom is not ignored It resides in our earths core
I believe that this is what we long for The fruits of your countries labor
Far outweighs it's labor force
And this....
This is what they labor for
Dreams of equality is knocking on my generations door
But the door is locked from the outside You got to pay the price boy
The price is all you can give
So motivate your labor force
Sell what you can for freedom
But you might not get it back
Your customs and your artifacts where broken like the backs of blacks
Bombs over baghdad, bombs over Libya Missiles to Iraq
Bullets to your cranium
Neutralize your brain
Increase the insane in you
Recognize your enemies
Before you become one of them...
.
Libya to Darfur, Rwanda to the civil war Emacipating freedom has always been what were fighting for
I'm not sure what makes us fight these wars
The price of freedom is not ignored It resides in our earths core
I believe that this is what we long for The fruits of your countries labor
Far outweighs it's labor force
And this....
This is what they labor for
Dreams of equality is knocking on my generations door
But the door is locked from the outside You got to pay the price boy
The price is all you can give
So motivate your labor force
Sell what you can for freedom
But you might not get it back
Your customs and your artifacts where broken like the backs of blacks
Bombs over baghdad, bombs over Libya Missiles to Iraq
Bullets to your cranium
Neutralize your brain
Increase the insane in you
Recognize your enemies
Before you become one of them...
.
Monday, April 11, 2011
Lost Paridigm
Sometimes the river got to flow
Emotions run deep
And you can let it go or my friend you will sink
I embellish these thoughts
My mind relishes the fact that I’m lost
I’m falling back places in this life’s course
Swamp full of obstacles and I’m caught up in the moss
Hurdles full of aptitude, soldiers full of force
Wilderness is so obscure and the compass is the cross
Don’t chain me to your ideas
Don’t lock me in your house
No water runs out your spouts
Your wisdom goes through droughts
You drown in your emptiness
But swim in all your faults
Drink nothing but tears
Eat only our fears
Your brain is what’s smeared all across the runway
Deadly was your potential like you engaging in gun play
Bullets have a mission to leave you were your brain lay
Russian roulette with a full clip
100 proof in the cup you sip
Evil as Kenivil and daring in the same trip
Darkness revolving the seat were you sit
The devil captain of your ship
So you’ll soon be back in that emptiness
Trying to stay afloat of gasps of last hopes
Seeing the ocean floor through rose colored goggles
Your last breath is a gloat
With that death we find hope
Emotions run deep
And you can let it go or my friend you will sink
I embellish these thoughts
My mind relishes the fact that I’m lost
I’m falling back places in this life’s course
Swamp full of obstacles and I’m caught up in the moss
Hurdles full of aptitude, soldiers full of force
Wilderness is so obscure and the compass is the cross
Don’t chain me to your ideas
Don’t lock me in your house
No water runs out your spouts
Your wisdom goes through droughts
You drown in your emptiness
But swim in all your faults
Drink nothing but tears
Eat only our fears
Your brain is what’s smeared all across the runway
Deadly was your potential like you engaging in gun play
Bullets have a mission to leave you were your brain lay
Russian roulette with a full clip
100 proof in the cup you sip
Evil as Kenivil and daring in the same trip
Darkness revolving the seat were you sit
The devil captain of your ship
So you’ll soon be back in that emptiness
Trying to stay afloat of gasps of last hopes
Seeing the ocean floor through rose colored goggles
Your last breath is a gloat
With that death we find hope
Monday, February 7, 2011
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