What Touches the Heart...2Art

I LIKE...

2013-03-22T06:17:00.004-07:00

Is it possible to just like or love something or someone without understanding why? Absolutely! I like country music. I love Mövenpick, Haagen Dazs & Blue Bell ice cream! I like loafers. I love dancing! Why do we make an already obscure journey, life, more complex by having to justify or explain our affinities and curiosities to others, when logic eludes our grasp? Don't... Just live! Follow the impulse, urge, nudge... Explore your inquisitions and see where it leads. All leads led by love lead to a life well lived life, (al)literally speaking.

If you have a choice deity for your life's leading, "it" uses your seek, curiosity and willingness to explore and discover as a means of expanding this sacred union of body and spirit in harmony to its Universe, your perceived self and others. The moment you have concluded that your unique pathway through and to this unknowable, incomprehensible, unfathomable power is limited by the world as perceived by you, then death becomes your daily bread even as you live. And death in literal translation or as a metaphor is intriguing, but someday we all will have first hand experience with it, so explorations into it can wait.

Feeling a bit lost in life? That's what the nudges, the "leadings", the urges are for. Follow those paths that honor life and respect others on their journey of discovery. I become quite nauseous and dumbfounded by the provocation of bullying dogma in an effort to save the lost? ...By people who are lost even to themselves. People that mask their humanity behind relics, duty and appearances, but are callous to the origin of their service to others. The very act of service is humility that should create authentic exchanges and bonds. This very arrogant and intrusive way of being does not pattern the universe in a way of symbiotic harmony. So don't buy into the delusion of inclusion. Belonging and acceptance is an innate desire, but conforming that deforms your snowflake design will end up costing you; (your) life. An abundant, well thought out, explored expedition of travel, engaging moments filled with awe and wonder and courageous experience as a life.

Excuse me? If I don't live my life as you interpret it, (living) then my consolation prize is an infinite replay of the scourging hell I so courageously have fight my way out of. Ain't that a bitch! I hate this limited, warped and deluded ideology.

Oh! It's ok to not like something, too, even loathe. Yeah, put that in your memo for the next time you are asked to do community service for social mores that discriminate, alienate or violate others or our precious Mother Earth.

Look, you, beautiful unique you. You've got one shot in this skin, with your gifts, talents, genius on this plane & realm of consciousness so ask... Seek... Knock... Go! And don't stop... There is an end-- anyway, so don't abort the infinite ways to express love as you, by you and through you. Know this! Love is for you. And it doesn't just "like" you; Love is in LOVE with you!

The legend of the seeker is what stirs humanity to creation. We create as the creator because we believe that there is more to us than meets the eye; and it is. Don't be fooled by other's version of you, even your family or those that think they "know" you. Sentient souls that dared "like" what and whom they loved seem to always kindle a flame beneath those, walking dead, that preferred a much more scrupulous posture as "judge of all things likeable". It is the savage civilized way. Don't fret, my loyal trailblazers, for your path is the one civilizations pattern for generations to come, whether they LIKE it or not.

Here's to your sacred inner child and the insatiable curiosity and discover of beauty without end...

LOVE... Because that's ALL there is.

Bisou!

LOVE 365

2013-02-14T07:42:00.005-08:00

In honor of LOVE365: I celebrate and hold you close to my heart in these words. If you don't know or believe that you are loved just because you are, then let me affirm LOVE's boast at the very thought of your arrival.

May these words blanket in you assurance that your being and breath matter...

HUGS & KISSES from my Heart to Yours

How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43)

by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

For the ends of being and ideal grace.

I love thee to the level of every day's

Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.

I love thee freely, as men strive for right.

I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.

I love thee with the passion put to use

In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose

With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,

Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,

I shall but love thee better after death.

My Dearest Black...

2013-02-11T05:17:00.000-08:00

Message in a bottle: Love in letters to my Black

My dearest, Black,

I heard you cry -- again, last night and then again this morning although you shed no tears and you made no sound. I heard. I saw. Me, too. I cry with you, Black. You got up like you normally do each day and prepared to face the world unafraid. I know, Black, that it’s only a face… because you are afraid, not of people, but of yourself and all these damn feelings. I have to wear that mask, too. It looks like anger to those outside of Black looking in and it is, but it’s more than that. They watch us in the shadows; judge us, mock us, persecute us, execute us (Texas hold’em style) and then after, when they’ve accumulated enough evidence to incriminate us to a life worthy of wakened dreamless sleeps, dashed hopes, squandered dreams with a consolation prize of maybe next time; they submit their stats and empty theories into headrests and pillows. It’s hard to hold a conscience heavy head upright with a curved spine tendinous with lies. For them it’s sport; for us it’s not a game because, Black, has had no time for play; at least not on concrete grass and broken glass.

Black, I wanted so bad to comfort you, kiss away the tears, but I know you won’t be held. Black is determined to never be held, by anyone ever again, even in love. You won’t allow anyone close to your pain because pain is Black’s to bear. Oh, with a grin of course. Time offers no condolences to Blackness because there is still mo’work to be done. Mo’ labor by force, of course, as endorsed by all the fiends that feign Black pride that can be bought and sold on Wall Street, the streets, no matter the name (of the street) it’s still the same for Blackness. The streets, where Blackness wanders in search of a ‘Welcome Home’, beckons Blackness to come, “Black, Red needs you.” Black obeys, according to training, to shed Red, willingly. Black just wants to rest, dead or alive… In peace.

Rest from all its labor, forced of course. Blackness must heal as it goes, but more importantly than healing is that, Black, must keep moving. Black must keep going. Black is forced to give labor; and birth pain. That is the choice. And in this it is not a choice.

Love and pain are the same for Black. Pain is easier because Black knows what to expect and love surprises, almost every time, with deferred hope and seems only to want to be wanted without actually giving… Love. It may not be true of love, just only what Black has seen of love. It ain’t alotta love for, Black, until Black can love itself back.

That will take time.

Inside, Black knows what love should feel like without being taught, because love is what gives Red life, but it seems a most difficult task to get love to live through Red without blood shed. Can’t trust love either, huh, Black? I feel you. Love has been shady for Blacks here and seems only to want the sacrifice of more; the picking up of cotton, cane or another cross, it’s all the same, as if slavery wasn’t the ultimate sacrifice of self-denial, though not of Black’s own volition; even when Blackness has nothing left to give of its darkness, but a moan -- or a groan. Obscure sounds from the belly of hell translating pain, sorrow, anger in Morse codes, but not to be interpreted as defeat.

Black screams loudly as in an ancient ritual to revive the dead; virtues, power, wisdom, awareness once lost or forgotten. We are a LOUD people! Adamant about being heard. Chain our feet, we will wave our hands. Bind our hands, we will sway our heads. Constrict our necks, we will sing. Muzzle our mouths, we will weep and our tears will rain upon the Earth and all will drink of these bitter waters. We will be heard! And, oh how they love the sounds of Blackness, Black, it makes good music and better profit. We wail, “Ohhhh!” They yell, “Mooooo!” We smile, ‘cuz that’s how we’ve been trained fo’ over 300 years, even when our faces long to rest in the bittersweetness of owning our own faces and feelings as humans. We smile back, Black, not because we are happy, it’s just the training. Papa Willie Lynch taught us, not well, but he taught us… To smile.

Black, they think we agree, with their profane and inane jokes, the fondling of our hair in awe of this wild creature been tamed as domestic, as they molest our sun burnt skin in curiosity, but we just in training, Black. Strength training, we won’t be held back much longer. Well, Black, you know what I mean by ‘much longer’, we are a people of endurance; so much longer may most likely be a 100 years from now, but it will be better for Black & Blackness if we stay the course. But, you don’t have to smile this time if you don’t feel like it. Black needs time to grieve, weep, heal and experience finally what Black feels without being told what it is or how it should feel or be.

So heal, Black.

I will, too.

Me, as you.

Black! I heard your lament like a sonic boom today, breaking the media’s sound barrier (you got their attention -- not for long) in rapid cessations of gunfire, followed by wails that pierced the heavens, if they exist. ‘Cuz all Black needs is one heaven to hear. And I saw your blood stained tears as they ran through the streets of Black like a river that would become the waters we would lap up in thirst for answers. “Why?” I guess Black is supposed to know why, but we have become anemic from all the bloodshed and can’t fathom why Black has to become Red to be seen and heard. Red is the new Black, Black. It seems all colors bleed red, all peoples begin in black. The womb is as dark as it gets for every man, until he learns to see through the Blackness. Until he can see through his own darkness, all we will ever see is red. We are all but Red people. Vampires, in theory, needing proof by the breaking of skin that you are indeed, Red within.

How did Red become Black, Yellow, White, Green, Brown, Orange, Peach, Cream, Beige, Black? How did Red lose its color?

It became exposed to human.

I think it’s the stages of rigor mortis. The stages of a bruise called time that wrestles day in and day out with humanity. The colored spectrums of the people of Earth are reflections of time passing and reminders that we are all just passing away, Black. So, why does time seem to hasten Black’s journey through space with such grotesque acts of violence? Creation seems to be painting the towns read, literally. Though the brush is in our hands, we seem to prefer the color red most oft than any.

You know what, Black? I like Blue; and all of its shades. When the Universe paints, it often paints in shades of Blue, but Earth peoples paint with Red, Black. An addiction to being in the red, as if by forensic examination we are searching for a sample of god’s DNA, hoping to recreate a more improved version of our perceived selves. Never realizing that those that have resurrected themselves from gravity submitted ashen skin in glorious triumph over death’s merciless blow to their dreams and self-worth is about as god as it gets. They reign as lords over their fate. Our heroes, not because they have conquered death, but because they have conquered how death could make them feel about life.

That’s you, Black! You are defiant, rebellious, angry; a beautifully feeling human being. After centuries of depression (an imposed mental illness), suppression and oppression, you can own your feelings, Black. Take’em back! The burning rage that thug plantation owners & their criminal terrorists mobs tried to sedate with religion and displace your spiritual cognition with superstition and fear. It won’t go away, Black, that undisciplined fury, until you acknowledge it as a part of you and your (hi)story in America. This bone marrow rage is what Black’s ancestors felt, but we have more freedom to release. Freedom: That we must learn to express without denying ourselves and others in their Blackness, the right to life and to live in the Black; without the deficit.

Now, it’s time to be gentle, kind, patient and loving to your Blackness, your Black self and since the justice system will not be just toward you, Black, then our final verdict must be love. Love for our beautiful, infinitely talented, profoundly wise, extraordinarily resilient, powerfully pertinent, wonderfully created, perfectly proportioned, keenly intuitive, masterfully vocal restored selves. Love takes time to heal, Black.

So maybe love is on our side… It’s time that we join forces, Black, with love. As I reflect, maybe it’s the only one that’s been in our corner, Black.

I love you, Black, because I’m learning to love me, perpetually. I’ll keep writing and checking in with you because this is where I find healing and can channel my rage at different stages of healing my Blackness. Right now it’s a tempest and maybe over time it will be a quiet storm. But, I will never be silent. Either way, I will be showering down in hopes to clear the air of the fumes and pollution on the carbon print of Blackness; so you can look into the horizon and not fear the sun rising over your skin, hopes, future and dreams. The only things to be burned under the sun this time is regret.

Your Blackness,

Black Pearl

Shadows of doubt...

2013-02-03T12:34:00.003-08:00

Ever wonder who you would be if you weren't already told who you were?

I saw Steven Spielberg's, "LINCOLN", today. A dear friend of mine asked if I liked it and I took pause not knowing how to answer. Movies made, whether historically accurate or not, about the barbarisms of slavery, the enslaved Africans, the injustices, incivilities and oppression of Blacks in America connect with me beyond the sensationalism of film critics and ROI (Return Of Investment). For most descendants of Africans in America whether enslaved or born free the depth of the viewing experience may be similar. Strictly, as a movie goer, the film was exceptional and Daniel Day Lewis is Oscar bound worthy. However, as in the words of renowned humorist, Fran Lebowitz, in an interview with The Paris Review, "... Unlucky people have a subject thrust upon them. I can’t think of a worse thing to be than a black writer, because to be a black writer means to be forced constantly to write about being black. Nothing could be more confining. I’ve always been grateful to be a second- rather than a first-generation American Jew, so I didn’t have to be obsessed with my Jewish identity. Blacks in this country may never have that luxury."

In this, from my experience, Ms. Lebowitz is correct. Try as I might to juxtapose my vantage point of my life experiences, they seem always to be narrowed first through the eyes of my Blackness. Black not as a skin color, for many across the globe share in this shaded melanin, but Black as an experience through the Transatlantic to America, now the United States of America. A unity weaved with blood and grave injustices still not yet wholly accounted for in our history books as should be taught to our children. Because of the exceptional cowardice to truthfully address the cruelties of the unlawful, legalized criminal institution of slavery whose recessive genes still perpetuate its infected consciousness to a parasitic audience desirous of purpose and significance, even if vile.

I am in constant evolution in my humanity, though stubbornly pliable; I am earnest in my desire to grow and be as true as I can be to whom I believe reflects, Pearl, authentically. It is most difficult at times because I was already prefixed and defined as to who I was and what I could become had been decided before I knew I had a choice. A choice. There's the paradox... Living as a Black African American is an alternate universe that would take fractal geometry to breakdown, lol. Even with the assistance of all of Hollywood, the best sci-fi writers that can be bought (often the best, in any field of mastery, can't be {bought}, but that's another story), and an Oscar winning team they can never quite capture the essence of that experience. It is however, important to endeavor to try, to engage, to explore our history, together... You need me in order to tell my story, otherwise your truth is still a lie.

This task is for the courageous, those that seek truth over convenience and understand implicitly their impact in history and how it shapes intelligence for future generations.

Truthfully, I don't believe that Blacks need for others to understand what is incomprehensible, but respect of one's journey, even if misunderstood, is a great place to intiate real conversations about our experience in American history. And it is advisable for those outside of the Black community (each community cultivated in diverse expressions of Blackness according to the residents actually living there) to cease from void and futile input into a harshly stigmatized community with vitriolic propaganda depicting us as if helpless and savage; none of which is true.
We, Black people, are not one type of people and are still discovering exactly who we are post-antebellum, not as Americans, but as human beings. We have technically only had 45 years (from signing of the Civil Rights Bill, which is puzzling that humans needed a bill to tell them to be civil and that is was right -- head scratcher) to begin to explore our humanity without a looming death threat or penalty from not relinquishing our dignity or a seat to a White rider just because they were White. I imagine, if I was mentally ill, that that type of power would be intoxicating.

Which brings me to this new smoke screen in America called mental illness to bring reason or logic to the mass murders due to gun violence in White communities, where as I have heard since Columbine, "...We just didn't expect it to happen here". But, you do EXPECT it to happen (just not to in your White communities). And why wouldn't the descendants of slave owners, Black Codes, the heralded heroes of the South, Ku Klux Klansmen, Jim Crow and our unlawful law abiding law enforcement agencies expect that the seeds planted in hatred, cruelty, terrorism, exploitation, VIOLENCE and division should bring eternal peace to their little gated havens compliments of the slave trade? I can't help but wonder why this diagnosis has never been brought to Congress when reports of the deaths of young Black children due to gun violence were documented.

Mental illness isn't a new phenomenom and our nation's history of violence will not be cured with a prescription pill.

I seethe, but refuse to become sick from anger, so I will sing and write my songs.

I become enraged, outraged and feel caged by how exactly to convey my inner boil & turmoil when I see blatant discrimination to others, Black communities across America (the world) and myself. Often because the discrimination and injustice is so common to Blacks that it appears we're numb; but, we are not.

WE ARE ANGRY!!!

The genocide through gun violence is the tumor from the metatastic cancer of self-hatred. Not because we hate ourselves willingly; but we have had a lot of help to inundate the world and the Black community via the media of how wrong and unfortunate it is to be born Black. This is a truth and fact that Black Americans can attest to without a study or poll. We carry the anger of slavery and White America the guilt and shame that in turn gives many what they feel is justifiable anger towards Black anger, I guess they want to meet us at the pass before Karma does. Ironically, Blacks, are really the only ones still paying for their grievances while viable institutions still profit from the disgrace of slavery.

Yeah, we are angry. But even in anger, we only want the freedom to explore our individual humanity in our America, just as the Native Americans with respect and dignity. It is exhausting to have to always fight for decency and equality, but we will, until ALL can experience freedom only at the cost of their willingness to dare to excel.

I don't believe that I will ever have the freedom to live outside of Black, but I hope to heal and console this inherited grief and powerful insight by allowing myself to FEEL and exercise my 1st Ammendment right and EXPRESS myself through my life's art and work.

Just a thought... Imagine having a feeling, because those enslaved did feel, but were violently stripped of their natural responses to react, act upon them or even own them. For almost 300 years.

300 years!!!

That type of prolonged abuse drastically changes the physiological, biological and psychological constructs of any living organism, how much more the resilient fragility of the homosapien. Blacks are in recovery and it will take at least a hundred years after which a generation is truly free to be human FIRST, until we will ever really know who we are in the framework of humanity.

I am lost as to how to process the horrors of my ancestors and the carnage of the young lives lost in senseless bloodshed in America everyday, but perhaps through these creative mediums I will self medicate and offer up a dose of truth for others lost in translation in purging the poisonous lies that infiltrate their self worth and ability to aspire without the fear of death in body, spirit or their dreams by law.

30 Truths each day helps keep a lie away.

Working on me... In love, in hopes to just BE LOVE... Someday.

Loving, without legal supervision.

Dear Hadiya Pendleton,

2013-02-02T09:28:00.002-08:00

Dear Hadiya,

I'm devastated that the city I call home, the Windy City, took your last breath away. I'm so broken to know that your light and life was shut off in a brief moment by fools trapped by their own black hole of consciousness. Fools in which remorse is vacant and unnecessary for it has no power of resuscitation. You know little baby, your death resurrected dormant memories of my Chicago as a child, and sadly I must say that things haven't changed; at least not in the Black of my community. I remember the gang wars now of Stone City and lives slain beneath the tracks of 63rd street. I recall almost as if it were yesterday the gang initiations in my high school and the ruthless beatings by rival gangs to those who wanted no part of that cowardice life. I shutter to recall how young teenage girls like you, would host in their mouths razor blades underneath their tongues to slice and dice those they felt threatened by. And oh, how I hated them. I despise gangs, mobs of cowards that gather in groups as terrorists, yeah, like our law enforcement, to perpetuate fear. I don't remember feeling safer knowing the police were around. I felt then that somehow they were only there to keep us 'Black folks in line'. It was something I knew without being told.

I REMEMBER, Hadiya...

And I am you, lil' sis. I remember the fear of walking the streets of 79th & 67th and the awareness that at any moment, your life's existence was merely a gamble for those who decided to throw the dice that day. SNAKE EYES...

5-O (the police), Gangsta Disciples, Vice Lords, El Rukn or Black P. Stone Nation and the like. It's no different... At all, Hadiya. Somehow, Black parents resolved that the death of their child was inevitable due to the "life". It was due process if you were involved in gangs or were a drug dealer, though that ideology ministers nothing to the heart of a mother, father, sister, brother or relative of the deceased. Our media culture dismisses the value and impact of a Black child if they were involved in gangs or drugs as if somehow that is all that existed of their humanity. While we painstakingly invest millions of dollars into documentaries, interviews, psychologists/psychiatrists and rehabilitation to understand our nation's serial killers because somehow there has to be a reason why White could be so Wrong.

As I reminisce about Southside & Westside city life, the only difference today is the internet exposure. I wonder how I can travel and basically go through a strip search at our nation's airports that detect if I am carrying on board any liquids in containers of 100 mililitres or less; or travel through a red light under the threat of camera surveillance by which a ticket will be mailed to me with a picture of the driver... Yet, our law enforcement and political officials are in utter disarray as how to track and gain control on assault and automatic weapons trafficking in the Black community. Guns created for war to kill multiple people at one time are nestled safely in the arms of our Black little boys as rage therapy. How is it that google can live stream your whereabouts anywhere in the world, but we can't track weapons of mass destruction under street lights, camera surveillance, TSA, CIA, FBI, wire tapping and the innumerable measures we use to keep America safe from outsiders?

You know what, Hadiya? I don't think they want to. And I don't want to feel better about what happened to you or our other babies slain in cold blood as project genocide by writing a poem or restraining my voice in quiet solitude for this tragedy. Death is not an option, however, your murder was and the trail of blood runs deep and high. I have been reacquainted with the grief I long to suppress from the murders of my young friends on 87th Street and throughout Chicago. Rico, Fonz, Robert, my brother and on and on...

And on!

Our fight for Civil Rights is the roadmap for the oppressed all over the world, however, the exhaustion of centuries' long fighting gave us superficial rest. We are still angry, Hadiya, but we've been forced to smile while the backdraft of being violated and violently denied the right to feel our own justified pain, causes us to implode with a backdraft of self hatred. A darkness that is skin deep.

See, we were emancipated, but we have NEVER been free to be happy to be Black in America. Seems the only way America is comfortable with my Black skin is when it's not moving. I only hope that someday there will be a generation that will "REST IN PEACE" while they live.

It wasn't your time and that God knows full well.

(To be continued, my little baby...)

Martin Luther King Jr., "The Drum Major Instinct" Sermon

2013-01-21T12:47:00.001-08:00

We need to hear it (again and again); until we become it. LOVE... (Thank you, Dr. King, Mrs. Coretta Scott King & Family and all those that dare(d) to dream.

NAMASTE

Inauguration 2013: Richard Blanco's Poetry Pays Homage to American Exper...

2013-01-21T12:35:00.001-08:00

I will be remiss to let this day and moment pass without recognition of the historical gravity it has on me personally, as a Black woman, and the world (America and beyond). A moment awakening a long awaited humanity and consciousness that perhaps may be ready to be the best of what is possible through us, by us and for us. A day written as a fairy tale, only, by those hoping to stir human beings to desire to see one another as themselves and to consider how their actions are the history being made and told.

This day was once only a myth, even a prophecy, passed along through the griots of civilization to give us HOPE. (HOPE) The only wealth asset available to the oppressed, distraught and forsaken. It is this hope that continues to weave us closer together for a new story with an ending that won't violate or enslave ANYONE in order for dreams to manifest and lives to flourish.

I bow in deep gratitude to every life given & taken to stir us from our coma of apathy into LOVE that acts in accordance with creation. LOVE creates...

LOVE speaks through the labor of those who bring out the best in others and the world. We can't afford to close our eyes again to injustice with the sleep of convenience.

NAMASTE

Perfect just as YOU are... BECOMING.

2013-01-05T09:55:00.003-08:00

The perfection lies in what we deem as flaws. It's the magic of becoming you as discovered through the journey. You don't have to know who you are... JUST BE WHO YOU ARE. And upgrade your Consciousness to Respecting others in their evolution.

#TheEvolutionOfSelf #Eternal

"I'm selfish, impatient, and insecure. I make mistakes. I am out of control and at times, hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best. "-Marilyn Monroe

Apparently, RAPE has a dress code... I guess then it's time to dress to kill.

2012-12-29T11:34:00.000-08:00

As I watched the Le Grand Journal's news cap of the day's events (December 28, 2012) around France and the world, I cringed with utter shame and disgrace (yet again) as one of their journalist positioned in the United States (the most visible or watched country in the world) asked the spokesperson for a group of Christian evangelists on a mission to draw sinners to their God/Lord about their protest signs declaring their ignorant and warped interpretations of their version of a very narrow minded God's judgments and disgust regarding abortion and same sex couples (human) rights. Nothing of love, however, posted anywhere. Hmmmmm....

Granted that these same people (not of the hetero-normative & Women who choose to terminate their pregnancy), that according to their Christian teachings on FREE WILL have the right to choose or NOT choose their God. In as much as those Christians, self appointed moral gatekeepers (once Sinners saved by grace) also at one point in their lives CHOSE a path that by their understanding was not their Lord's will. Now, in their conversion and deep seeded convictions (guilt) due to their own disloyalty and disobedience to God's will, feel it is somehow appropriate to not just JUDGE those whose sins or errs offend them the most (personally), but also be the ones to exact judgment. Or lest one (sinner) might find themselves bullied, harassed or even martyred should they not pick the cross and follow.

Where was this God and the doomsday prophecies during slavery (almost 400 years of human degradation and torture), lynchings, the KKK terrorists bombings & massacres of Blacks and Native Americans who were being slaughtered and the Japanese in concentration camps? I guess God's judgments of man kind's actions are determined only by those who will NOT be the beneficiary of ITS wrath. Or where is this God now, where discrimination, oppression and injustice reign in places in America (the Free World) and around the globe? Is God a CHRISTIAN and rules only by and through those of devout Christian ethics (regardless of their humanity)? Hate filled, territorial blood markers, racist, misogynistic, gun toting, fear mongering, religious extremists, bigoted, fascist nationalist always seem to gravitate toward the same mentally sterile and virulently infectious ideologies. In one person will exist ALL of the above traits, like a metastatic cancer spreading without consent.

The chosen spokesman said "... I think rapists are horrible, BUT if women walk around half naked it's like they are wearing a sign that says, 'RAPE ME!'..." Really??? Really??? You fucking moral degenerate! Anger is a mild description of my outrage when I hear such brazen, savage and unintelligible statements from emotionally and spiritually disconnected individuals that assume that a woman's apparel makes RAPE permissible under any circumstance. Individuals that are clueless about the horrors of rape. Rape is a cultural and social issue that is a reflection of our humanity not morality. How dare anyone concede that it is somehow conceivable that I be raped because I am dressed in RAPE clothing?!?! WHAT?!?! This is sickening in our culture that we would have such an elastic clause and pause for justice when it comes to a woman's body. I am livid and will speak my peace/piece because these ill censored remarks are far too common and are now the social norm. They are the norm because they have found an audience; a community; a place to fester like a sore and spread, killing any form of intelligent life in its path.

I am thoroughly convinced that people committed to this ideology are "the walking dead" (zombies/the contaminated) to believe that rape under any circumstance is the accepted norm based on dress codes. Although it is clear that dress code is not what entices a rapist, neither is sex, it is the twisted desire for power and perversion by a malicious, calculating beast dressed in human attire. The notion of rape as the conditions of our culture is as vile as thinking it would be unfortunate, however acceptable for a half dressed man to be beaten to unconsciousness and then having sharp, pointy objects shoved up his anus repeatedly. Or that every White dressed male in a business suit is subject to being racially profiled for embezzlement, terrorism, serial killing, property theft and war crimes and thus incarcerated without trial. Our culture is much too passive and ill informed about exactly what constitutional and religious freedom is. The two need clear distinction before our country's next civil war and apparently based on the last NRA (Republican) convention and their gun loving citizens, it is inevitable. When I hear some of these criminally insane people speak I wonder how do they manage to walk upright let alone hold positions in office, teach or run businesses. Evolution & adaptation, I guess (shaking my head)... Still some have not evolved. Question: What are you so afraid of? What do you fear is going to come and get you?...

Karma?

Like any document (sacred or secular) intended to set guidelines to establish harmonic living among the peoples of the territories by which the document was drafted, it is prone to errors and misinterpretation. It is an errant belief that our country was built on the basis of Christianity. One of the driving factors when creating the Constitution at the Constitutional Convention in 1787 was to ensure that there would be no autocracy by a one ruling king or a sole governing power. The European settlers had recent history of the detriment of such leadership due to the abuse of religious authorities and the misuse of the Bible, and thus sought to create checks and balances through ratification. They wanted to create a government and legislation that would establish clear separation of church and state in government affairs and state autonomy.

The longer I live and experience humanity and give due diligence in the most basic form of respect towards others & creation, I find myself less persuaded by any belief in a god as neatly packaged by any human's limitations, intelligence or bias.

I don't buy it! And no longer can be sold... (Pun intended) Whew! Thanks Emancipation Proclamation! (Satire intended)

It is too convenient to place the responsibility of man's negligence and abuse on a god, and its costly because the price of believing in a God often comes with the expenditure of intelligent discourse, reasoning, compromise and empathetic understanding. Every version of god is always so absolute, no room for discussion or dissent (yet history has proven that religious interpretation of God does change, although the change is long after rulers make decrees that bludgeon, maim, terrorize & exterminate people for disobedience to Its/God's will), and He is brutally resistant if anyone dares to question His (as is the common gender pronoun used to describe this masculine presence in the universe) authority. Yet, God by definition of scripture is a spirit. A spirit, having no form or specific place, being everywhere, knowing everything, however is so obsessed with the going ons of this one tiny planet, Earth, in a Solar (star powered) system among billions of stars that are within just one galaxy, the Milky Way, of innumerable galaxies.

Our blithe arrogance about our existence (being the least likely life form to contribute anything of sustainable value on Earth) and purposeful connection to all other life forms is polarizing and contradicts the flow of life, symbiotic relationships throughout creation (on Earth and beyond) and the ecosystem. These visible expressions of the invisible are all the evidence that I need to believe that higher intelligent life forms do exist and you don't need a space shuttle to locate them, perhaps a microscope would do just fine and provide us with insights to the elusive mystery of alien life. Their existence is alien to us because we still haven't learned to co-exist in harmony without the threat of believing that someone has more than "ME" and they want "MINE", too.

We are HU(e)MANS and we color creation with an infinite spectrum of colors (ways of being... beautiful). I am not one emotion or thought however, I will express my Color gradient on the shades and shady humans that stain the portrait of humanity.

Naked & Expos(ing)...

Wearing LOVE as a way of life.

*A New Voice in "CONSCIOUS ART" * : Creating Master PEACES for the Masses in Pieces

Creating Conscious Art for Conscious Conversations with Words that fearlessly paint the many Moods and Hues of HU(e)MANITY.

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THE END OF... ??? (You/We Decide)

2012-12-21T07:43:00.000-08:00

The Awakening is not one event but, a series of events.

A series of alarms (where we unfortunately always press snooze or just blatantly ignore) and the alarms will become louder and more often, until we, humanity finally wake up.

Until we wake up and EACH begin to take responsibility for our EARTH, Creation and one another.

Until we wake up and realize that we all have a part to play in the future that is created by our actions today.

The alarms will continue to sound in an effort to engage us in creation. The events will be more destructive until we develop a consciousness (willingly) that becomes active in World Change one life and conservation effort at a time.

We are a wasteful & selfish generation of consumers. Big corporations (managed by callous conscious greedy people) recognize this and are literally feeding us poison (GMO- Genetically Modified Foods) because they realize that we will consume most anything as long as it tastes good and makes us feel better (Prescription Drugs). We will drink the hemlock for immediate gratification but, we can not escape the consequence of willful ignorance, and what's worse the CHILDREN will and are paying for what we choose to ignore or pray that god will magically fix by an apocalypse.

We are thrill seekers always in need of the next catastrophe to be bigger & more destructive than the last. These moments, 'end of the world', 'doomsday' and 'the last days' predictions occur because it is the only time we (humanity) are in sync, listening at the same message, not whether we believe the same thing. It's the only time that we are all LISTENING and hearing ONE message and even in sarcasm are having a conversation about our fate, our impact on other life forms and how we can change our direction as HUMANS, not as genders, nationalities, religions, ethnicities, etc., but...

ONE RACE (HUMAN), ONE EARTH... A UNI(ON)VERSE.

WAKE UP!!!!!!!!!!!! #WALKINGDEAD

There is an end to ALL things... What we end today will launch the beginning of a new era and consciousness where destruction is no longer our incentive for change.

LOVE... Because That's ALL There Is.

"Ah Pook is HERE"

2012-12-20T09:22:00.001-08:00

SWADDLING RAG TIME

2012-12-06T15:38:00.001-08:00

JUST HAVING FUN!!! Sometimes it's easier to sing what I have to say.

NOW HERE WE GO!!!

MUAH

REFLECTIONS (A Child's Prayer) BEYOND YOUR FACE

2012-11-30T09:25:00.003-08:00

About REFLECTIONS: It often takes a child's prayer or consciousness to give us a new perspective and cause us to rethink our direction.

Thanks for Listening... (Still in the editing and refining journey.)

IN JOY!!!

"SPELL CHECK" (From the Upcoming "HerStory in VerseStory" Message 4 the ...

2012-11-30T09:25:00.001-08:00

About SPELL CHECK: This piece is the Follow up Story in Musical Poetry of "HANG MAN". A story of a little Black girl with dreams of attending school and learning to read during the social norms of lynching practices in the Southern USA. It depicts the sacrifices that were made in the ongoing struggle for equality that I believe the world and Black youth need to be reminded about to honor their lives and in order to appreciate the liberties and freedoms that many now take for granted. The struggle and massacre of lives just to attend school and receive a proper education is unthinkable today, yet it happened; we must never forget.

IN JOY (Still on the editing and refining journey) THANKS FOR YOUR PATIENCE!

"BEYOND YOUR FACE" ("HerStory in VerseStory" Message 4 the MESS AGE

2012-11-30T09:20:00.001-08:00

About BEYOND YOUR FACE: This piece was inspired by my LOVE for Michael Jackson the HUMAN(itarian) and of his artistry, music, heart and life's mission to HEAL THE WORLD. This is the vibration I sync with and will continue to resonate LOVE in a way that FEARLESSLY paints humanity with words that reflect the many hues in our mosaic. His work, his legacy and impact is indelible and this is how we LIVE FOREVER... THROUGH LOVE.

IN JOY (Still on the editing and refining journey) THANKS FOR YOUR PATIENCE!

LADIES FIRST (LADY LIBERTY)... #TurningPoint2016

2012-11-14T05:14:00.001-08:00

Now, that the election is over... We can not afford to wait for more billion dollar commercial campaign propaganda to decide who qualifies to run our country and appropriate OUR tax dollars. Now is an optimal time to educate ourselves about our local government officials, get our children involved in their school elections and understanding how government is established for US and by US. This election should be the last of its kind (it was deplorable and embarrassing as an AMERICAN Citizen) where Corporate and Military interests determine the course and direction of OUR COUNTRY. GET INVOLVED!!! NO MORE TWO PARTY SYSTEMS!!! We need the Liberterian Party to be seen and heard and those leaders who govern by the CONSTITUTION. We need more than 2 Political Parties represented; More than 2 ways of seeing OUR COUNTRY & WORLD; More than 2 ways of solving problems; More than 2 parties deciding on the best interest of OUR Young Men and Women's lives and deaths for Wars our politicians would not fight; More than Lawyers and Lobbyist living in gated communities deciding our fate... WE NEED AN EDUCATED AMERICA who debates with intelligence, compassion, study, diligence, experience, introspection, reasoning, research and consideration for future generations. WE NEED TO WAKE THE FUCK UP and STOP waiting for a sign from God (by whatever name) or a billboard to tell you what to think and feel about your life, community and world. It's time to create an atmosphere that demands accountability and intelligent discourse that resounds truthfully as an investment of thought and personal sacrifice. #TurningPoint2016

SIGNED,

PARTY'S OVER

Wild Child ("HerStory in VerseStory" Stories in Musical Poetry Album)

2012-11-10T06:13:00.001-08:00

"HerStory in VerseStory" Message 4 the MESS AGE (Stories in Musical Poetry Album)

"WILD CHILD" is dedicated to my late eldest brother Mashairi ("MASH") Ramsey (the Ultimate Wild Child), because of his passion for freedom and inner resolution to live by his own convictions, and whose spirit would not be tamed by anyone's limitations. 'Here's to Kansas and your life's song'.

My 'Stories in Musical Poetry' album is a soulful blend of Heartfelt, Conscious&Inspiring Poetic Stories set 2 Sound & Silence.

THANK YOU 4 LISTENING! IN JOY!!!

FUSE WITH MUSE and PARTNER with me on this New Journey on KICKSTARTER: http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/2079416912/herstory-in-versestory-message-4-the-mess-age-albu

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!

"REFLECTING BACK... LOOKING FORWARD"

2012-11-07T07:42:00.001-08:00

"I HAVE A DREAM..." (I HAD A DREAM) HE HAS A VISION...

After the smoke settles and emotions give way, to intelligent collaboration that understands this is "OUR AMERICA" and an integrated consciousness emerges that sees the US(A) as US, history will write a story to a generation born into a world where the very face of their leadership gives them unconscious permission to not just dream, but realize. President Obama's mere visual representation on the pages of history will unlock innovation, invention and expansion for those, this time, that don't have to wait for FREEDOM. FREEDOM that liberates talents, ideas and creativity without the discretionary pause due to skin color, gender, race, religion, sexual orientation, socioeconomic status or other humiliating and discriminatory biases that callously strip dignity from being human. BUILDING PEOPLE is the first vital step to BUILDING A HEALTHY ECONOMY. THANKS PRESIDENT OBAMA! We are on the right track...

As a WOM(b)AN... I RepubliCAN'T... RepubliDON'T... RepubliWON'T

2012-10-26T05:27:00.000-07:00

Just give me a second here... I need to roll my eyes back forward into my head so I can write this:

(Whisper: I KNOW WHAT YOU DID LAST SUMMER...) The Republican party platform approved the passing of a "Human Life Amendment" to the U. S. Constitution, which would essentially ban all abortion (without exception, especially the life of the mother), as well as some forms of birth control and in-vitro fertilization.

Okay, Romney and your Killion dollar SUPERPAC men with your stupefying strategic investment of multi-millions to circulate your malformed campaign propaganda sweetly laced with cyanide symPATHETIC appeal for the masses in distress and religiously devout is... Wait. (Nausea and 3... 2... 1 and I'll barf right here.) Sickening and apparently infectious, too! I am mortified that so many otherwise sane people have bought this poison, marketed as a cure, and ironically are paying to have you sell them freedom at the low, low introductory price of... THEIR COMMON SENSE, which apparently does NOT come with the FREE WILL and Predestination package "SAVE YOUR SOUL", but "LOSE YOUR MIND". While the religiously condemned may be intoxicated by your charismatic fumes, I find your agenda for avarice masked as re-boosting America's carnaged economy into a robust utopia for Wall Street to finally build it's last entrance gate to their subdivision "DREAM" (not Dr. King's) loathsome. And I'm not sleeping...

On a brighter note, your RepubliCAN('t)/GOP/Tea Party/Conservative's disgraceful and scandalous circus exhibition has caused to emerge my discovery of a sort of gifting I have, that has developed since (hmmmm) 'round about the year 2000/2001 (go figure). It's sort'a, kind'a like a meteorologist, except I can sense when there's a "BULLSHIT" front moving in, even it's only a 1% chance of it, I can Smell it coming. And you and your campaign reek like a tropical storm with a money wind funnel that covers only your region of interest. Now, I realize that you do have a solid economic plan, but it is NOT for US(A), instead it is for you and the corporations that have built your campaign and trusts. Those that LIE quite comfortably in their (assumed) entitled tax brackets, lawyers and loop holes. But, I've got an O(m)BAMA(rella) for this storm.

You incessantly rant about YOUR plans for re-building our economy and lowering the unemployment rate.

HOWEVER...

Your party is MOST NOTORIOUS for their asinine, ignominious and rather criminal views and POLICIES (bills/laws) about RAPE and exactly who has MORE rights to a woman's body and reproductive organs, than she.

Well, if for theory's sake we are doing testing on live subjects or rather testing subject's lives, let me propose a hypothesis via a hypothetical situation of RAPE, with the RAPE victim being YOU (the leader of the PACT). And, since you can't get pregnant Mitt (males), we (Females) would need for YOU to allow yourself to be RAPED (gang raped for the equalizer of testosterone, Mother Nature's gift to you) under the "gift from God" principle.

Now... You won't know when you will be Gang raped, who or how, but only that you are vulnerable, everyday of your life as a target of someone's VIOLENT, twisted and cruel desires (conceived from a less than primal and psychologically debased sense of powerlessness and self awareness as a human) to simultaneously violate and humiliate another being to bring them as low as this predator. Their advantage being physical strength ONLY and forcing their God-given FREE WILL upon YOUR "ONLY" body. A body that YOU, Mitt, MUST bear to live with, even after such a gruesomely, horrific and traumatic event that has paralyzed any minuscule amount of confidence in your abilities to protect yourself (life) and whether you deserve that protection. IF YOU LIVE.

Then of course, in order to prove your BLESSINGS from GOD theory accurate; ALLOW US(A) to inject you (men) with an artificial womb for the purposes of planting any one of these rapist's sperm and a randomly selected egg cell donor (similar to test tubes) inside of you, so that you are able to carry YOUR baby full term and give birth to it through your anus.

If during child labor it becomes difficult to deliver YOUR rapist's child through your anus, we will perform a cesarean (C-Section) to deliver your child, IF you happen to survive child birth and the emotional toll that you will undergo because of the humiliation, isolation, frustration, anger, hurt, pain, shock and GREAT LOSS you would have incurred because of this demoralizing stigmatic trauma and the lack of empathy you will receive from law enforcement officers, your place of employment and the courts.

But, that's NOT all Mitt... Once your anus heals and closes to, hmmm, about normal (give or take some drippage issues) and if your sex drive returns; YOU MUST care for this child for the rest of YOUR & THEIR life. AND every time you see YOUR child grow and develop YOU MUST recall that treacherous day that changed the course of your existence forever. YOU MUST find a way to explain to that child where there father ISN'T (in jail) and if YOU CHOOSE to, WHY. WHY the father isn't apart of its life and never could be. YOU will live in altered realities as you conjugate a new twist to this layered story that now is YOUR life in order to find the silver lining in your (un)Fairy tale. It will be YOU there day and night discovering traits of your rapists personality and watching his anatomy morph right before your eyes. You will always have a vague sketch of who it is and that moment will NEVER be a memory because it will become YOUR child's profile. YOU will have to battle the psychological and emotional scars and open wounds that fester hatred and compassion for what you have birthed in guilt and disdain. YOU will swallow the putrid acid in your mouth that will become YOUR diet every time you are fed by some religiously contaminated sexually oppressed closet case zealot their warped interpretation of God's plan for your body under the FREE WILL clause.

It will be YOUR responsibility, FINANCIAL and otherwise; not the Government, the President or welfare to LOVE not just the child, but the moment that caused you to often HATE yourself and your anatomical weakness because you couldn't physically protect YOUR own womb and would later discover that the laws don't either. And if YOUR rape becomes a public profile then YOU MUST spend your days (sick & vacation from work) finding ways to protect YOUR child from the slanderous and pejorative remarks that they and you will hear, see and discover, in a very socially connected world via the internet and digital media.

OH MITT... Did I mention that YOU MUST do it ALL alone! Yeah, not many churches have support groups, ministries or are very compassionate to women or children of Rape. It's not real big on their WWJD lists. Nor are there many FREE or cost effective legal aid or resource groups available to help women bring to justice their rapists.

Seeing as how you are NOT likely to SUBMIT nor Surrender your body to such extremes, not because you RepubliCAN('t) be gang raped (hell every time you all speak, it sort of feels that way to me), but because you most likely feel that you have a RIGHT to say NO and that that RIGHT should be respected.

So, if you are not willing to subject yourself to the above fore-mentioned experimentation, just as you are asking us to experiment with our lives by voting for you... How's about you and your PAC(t)Men get your "Rosaries off my Ovaries", deal with the deficit and STFU!!! Oh and sign President Obama's JOB ACT BILL already... DAMN!!!

I AM PEARL RAMSEY and I (and my Gynecologist) APPROVE THIS MESSAGE:

Let me make it plain for those that still are under the assumption that MITT(ens) will catch you when you fall. He does have a (SUPER) PACT America and it's not with you!!!

PLEASE GET OUT AND VOTE
"OBAMA 2012"

THIS IS FOR US(A)!!!

Love you, as I am learning to LOVE me.

ONE

These ladies have Balls... I mean WALLS (Vagina that is) ROARING with you!

2012-10-17T10:17:00.001-07:00

!!!WITH (LADY)LIBERTY AND JUSTICE FOR ALL!!!

http://vimeo.com/peachesrocks/freepussyriot

(Courtesy of CHANGE.ORG Petition I signed) In March 2012 three members of Pussy Riot, Maria Alyokhina, Nadezhda Tolokonnikova, and Yekaterina Samutsevitch, were taken into custody by Russian authorities for their participation as part of a protest at the Cathedral of Christ the Saviour of the Russian Orthodox Church in Moscow. Their punk prayer is and was an act of free speech and the charges of “hooliganism” and detainment of the three women are seen by the world as a cruel heavy handed act of oppression, and are being carried out to discourage free thought and speech in Russia.

If Russia wishes to be a part of the modern globalized world it must adhere to the standards and principles of a free nation where its people have the right to have a free and open dialogue about all subjects. Discussion, debate, and action are the basic building blocks of a free society. By following through with the prosecution of these women Russian political bullies are currently making a mockery of free speech, free thought, and Russia's own constitution.

We, the citizens of the world and advocates for free speech, DEMAND the immediate release of Pussy Riot. These three women do not deserve an almost two year jail sentence for their act.

The two year sentence given to Maria, Nadezhda, and Ekaterina are nothing more than a political stunt by the Russian authorities and Russian Orthodox Chruch to retain control over the Russian people and instill fear into the free-thinkers, political activists, and artists of Russia.

We ask that world leaders come together and take a stand against the tyrany Putin's government is imposing on the Russian people. We ask that they fight against the opression and detainment of free-thinkers, artists, GLBT people, and political activists in Russia at all costs.

We ask that Putin, and all Russian officials adhere to the principals of freedom and justice and let these women go.

The world is watching, and we do not like what we see. Peaches, Simonne Jones and YOU! Free Pussy Riot!

ROARING WITH YOU MY SISTAHS!!!

Black Pearl

STILL WE RISE...

2012-10-17T09:33:00.001-07:00

"BLACK PEOPLE DON'T..." For the sake of future generations we must endeavor to extinguish the myth and limitations of Our (Black African American's) potential, capacity, diverse interests, vast exposure to multi-faceted topics, genres, occupations and the limitless ways in which we manifest in this world. There was a time when Blacks didn't (fill in the blanks of a stereotypically unBlack area of interest) because of brutally oppressive and lethal legal parameters, but not because we lacked the ability to pursue a task. And often we pioneered many innovations but, were not given due recognition. I grieve when I hear young people create their limitations by the same inhumane standards (skin pigmentation) that our ancestors fought courageously to debunk in their efforts to excel and exceed when denied basic human dignity. The issue is not what "BLACK PEOPLE DON'T DO" but, more what CAN'T WE DO.

The Conscious Army - Love Is The New Religion

2012-10-10T03:39:00.001-07:00

This AWAKENING is not about the End of the World, Armageddon, or Doom's Day. It is, however, the END of this debased consciousness that uses God to instill fear, justify cruelty, hatred & intimidation, and alienate others from their unique, divine expression of the many ways that creation can paint its Universe. Here's to those that dare to ASK questions and are willing to sacrifice the answers to give birth to wonder and childlike curiosity. It is time to DREAM again, with your eyes and arms wide open.

Loving you as I am learning to LOVE ME... MUAH!

HAPPY FATHERS DAY!!! (MEN Loving Gently, Purely, Sweetly... Redefining the way MEN LOVE)

2012-06-17T13:05:00.001-07:00

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!!! (Today and Everyday) Be God... In the Good

2012-06-17T12:59:00.000-07:00

CELEBRATING the Gentle nature of the masculine form of God that is rarely allowed to LOVE without judgment of his sensitive example of care and attentiveness. Here's to the men that will NOT be defined by the traditional stoic roles of male expression. He is without a doubt LOVE and LOVING, CARE and CARING, HOPE and HOPING... There are infinite ways to BE LOVE and to LOVE, thereby infinite ways by which one can be a man... (HU)MAN. Thank you for breaking the mold.

MUAH

CELEBRATING BLACK FATHERS (Today and Everyday)

2012-06-17T12:53:00.001-07:00

CELEBRATING BLACK FATHERS that find that being a Father is not iconic or a status symbol to negate or prove that Black men DO LOVE and PROVIDE for their children, but that it is simply just the way by which he loves himself better, higher, more true, more pure and... MORE... Because he has given his ALL and wouldn't settle for less. Here's to the infinite ways that MEN LOVE...

MUAH