Before November… sorry my manners. Good afternoon followers and wordpress! Hope all is well with each and EVERY one of you! Now before November, I can honestly say I haven’t traveled much. I’ve only been to a handful of states, most of which I have driven through and mainly Florida. So me being in the AF exposed me to the wonderful US of A’s diversity. Sure, I am from New York City, one of the most diverse cities on the planet. Just a hub of cultures, 120 plus to be unaccurate, (probably more). I never really get to talk to them how I’ve talked to my fellow wingmen here in the AF. I have found and gotten to have nice adequate relationships with people from Oklahoma, Alaska, Tennesee, Oregon, Texas, and North Dakota just to name a few. The interesting stories and the way they explain the social atmospheres of their state just interests me so much, I seldom care to tell them my story. Yes I know! I said I am introvert way back when, so, I wouldn’t tell them anything about me but, I had to because they asked. I am respectful. I have an “AF brat” teaching me Japanese as well. I learn new thigs about each of these states nearly everyday. It just shows how little I know about my own country though I live in one of the most diverse places on the planet. I have definitely changed my character on interactions with people since I have been here. I am not outgoing as yet. But I am learning to be, with the right people. My experiences in Texas and now Mississippi has taught me a bunch about people and yes Southern Hospitality. I capitalized that because it should be a thing to be capitalized. Not that New Yorkers don’t have hospitality! We just have to do an extensive background search on ya😉 At any rate, right now, I am working on my novel so I will be back at work right after I hit send. With that said, I hope everyone is having a great weekend. Until next weekend! Remember to hit that comment box if you have anything to say to me or about this post! Ja mata!
The 39th fall wasn’t something that was, for me at least, something I attempted or determined to do. In the bible, it says a man falls seven times, along with other religions or religious books, that forgiveness whether by a man or a deity is unconditional until ultimate serenity is reached. What determines a fall? Does it mean that at one point before being “upright,” a decision that was out of my control led me to leave my internal peace? External peace? Who determines what is right or wrong? Is it our innate morals of guilt that we are born with guide is to a life that is “morally” correct? If we were born and became able to move with no knowledge of anything and it rained, “instincts” supposedly tells us to seek shelter. If the same situations is applied to meeting another person we would do one of three things as per our instincts; try to communicate, attack or flee. Is there an internal instinct that helps us determine that we fell? How do we determine that it is genuine without our environment? This is just me typing a thought, an idea. If a man or woman doesn’t feel he or she is wrong, are they still wrong? If the world is reality then how can the world be as we percieve it to be? Reality by defenition is universal. Perception is not. Are we imposing upon our freedom of perception to force a farce of a reality on others causing them to fall? The 39th drop is just a moment of my mind to make peace of itself. I am not happy about certain things in my life from what I have done or currently did do, but by my standards. It is an intermingling mix of ideas, wisdom and knowledge that allow me based on who I am that determines that I fell today or yesterday at that point of my life. It is quite impossible to blank slate anyone but, if we blank slated myself, could I still say at being a basic human without interaction of another person to say that I fell at this point? The 39th drop, is not a fall but, maybe a stock chart. It is still going, with constant dips but, also with constant acensions. As the thought process about what a fall is can be critiqued so can an ascension. This maybe nonsense, or a nerd storm, but what is life without a person wanting to converse about it?
The man who never knew
“There comes a time for men when a special woman changes their way of thinking…No no no” a soft voice says. “There are situations that arise that allow a man to go through a metamorphosis when meeting that special woman…” says the voice in a more confident tone. The man gets up out of his chair and paces back and forth until his wife knocks. *Two thumps*. The door opens slowly. Long black hair swings from the end off the door into the room followed by a beautiful womanly tilted face with a warming smile…”Dinner is ready babe!” she happily says. A warming smile turns into a look of confusion from Janice “why are you pacing back and forth?”. “Get out!” Bill screams, causing her to sigh and slowly pull the door in behind her closing it softly. Bill plops himself in the chair, head in hand, rotating his freshly brushed gold wedding band. He gets up opens the window… looks out… thinks to himself that 3 months in his marriage he has been really trying to be the husband she needs. He looks down at the sill, teary eyed. Like a fog rolling into a bay, the aroma of his wife’s cooking hits his nose awaking his stomach. He folds his laptop and exits his office walking towards the kitchen like a dog with a tail between his legs, finding his wife Janice, sitting and waiting for him with a smile on her face…
In the face of my blog not achieving the success of what I envisioned it to be as yet, I will still say that I am not giving up nor am I slacking but rather figuring out ideas to make this a delight as well as interesting to draw people to join! It has really been in adventure and still is, if I pull through this (which I will) I guess I will be king of WordPress! Joking! So let’s see if I can weather the drought, I hope my poems have been good and inspirational. I hope my writings have fostered and festered social awareness or thoughts. Before I end this note, if you a follower or a passer byer have any tips and ideas for me please drop them in the comment section below! I am sad but I am driven!
(The pictures words are the first lines of the poem)
Thats what you say…
What about the constant
What about the illogical
These things you toss inside
Out of greed, jealousy and…
Selfish imaginations… Evil
Mistake… I think premeditated
Consciously unconcious we are.
You don’t know
You don’t care
You said we could
We don’t remember
Ignorant as well. The blunder
Both sides the controller and
The restrained, both fit this invoice.
The power alone makes everyone gaga
The drive for fiat makes everyone a fiasco
Crazy, for more, though filled to the brim
Failure, because they miss the point
There is no value in a symbol
Neither meaning in a commodity
The fish is hooked, the fisherman
Is a glutton, the stage is not the sea.
Beached ourselves into death.
Let me see the record straight.
Let me show you the doors of your haven.
Let me portray, the revealed truth.
Let me display my loveless sympathy.
Grasp this concept.
The time has come, good morning/afternoon followers, likers, and word press community! It has been a real challenge to post as much as I would like to but, with this being my last semester, all these classes, clearing my head for my book and getting to create a couple things for my book… I have not been able to share my all as evenly as possible. So I do apologize to those who would like to follow and think that I am “inconsistent” because you are right for the time being. I do however, want you to follow if I, my words or my posts are interesting though! So in time I hope to reach a sizeable enough community here so that I can hopefully bring you all in to my world…Muahaha. Is “muahaha” a word? OKAY. So you guys by now have realized my pictures are pretty indicative of my posts but my titles are not if you have been watching me. So yes the art of time or more specifically time managing is once that is predominately for the most part managed by our environment. If you are wealthy with free time you are capable of making your own time because you are not bound to a persons time. For the 97-98 percent of us in this world… We are constantly on someone else’s time or we must work our time around there time! It is this, one fundamental art that can make us or break us. It is the defining line between success and failure, love and hate, etc and etc as if time and emphasis go hand in hand of which in certain respects it does. I personally need to time manage more efficiently. So my experience with time is not good but it is not bad! How is your experience with time managing or just time in general? How do you feel about it? Let’s Talk!
Yes today is my birth day. Thank you. Hi everyone! Welcome to the 14th post and as everyday gotta by I wish more and more people would comment! So I still try harder to grab your attention grrr…. *man face* without further ado… Language. The art of language is one that is primarily for communication. That communication transcends barriers allowing for the expression of almost anything you can think of through descriptive words. The complexities of language make it so that there is never really one way to express or say something about the subject matter as well as the opportunity for multiple perceptions on a given subject. The art of language is not one that is evaporating but rather changing. You ever been to a spelling bee and there are words you just never heard of our sound funky? Or what about vernacular speech that are exclusive to a specific culture can they really be mixed with the basic English? We here in America say we are English speakers but our language is somewhat different than English speakers. How does culture shape our language? How did time shape our language? Let’s Talk.