What Touches the HeArt... To Art

NRAin't

2018-03-25T20:44:00.001-07:00

Read the NRA dubbed the #MarchForOurLives "March for Our Lies" after launching a very volatile membership drive and thought:

The lunacy of those communities raging most about their 2nd Amendment rights to "their" guns stereotypically live in safe - White bred-White led-White created-Black profiling communities. You could not be more "safe" in terms of how these communities measure safeness.

So, the question is: What/Who are you so afraid of that guns are the only piece for peace - as you've rigged the system, laws and economy in your favor? The odds of safety are in your favor. How is it that you(those buying into Whiteness as deserving more rightness than all else) are the most fearful though historically the most treacherous. It is the world that should be building the wall around you.

Nooow, the world must also sympathize when the products of your overly saturated privilege and attention mimic the exploits modeled as heroic in your history. Oh, and then applaud this thuggish government's feeble attempts to herald justice with more inappropriate labels that band-aid gangrene.

The fear indeed is all in your head. If that is the Mental illness you are grasping for than it is a sickness you created and you don't get compassion for your own self-destruction.

No one is taking your guns from you. They are giving them back. - PR

#JusticeIsJustUs #NRAint

Silly Wabbit

2018-02-22T10:16:00.001-08:00

Whassup Doc,

Saw a video of a dude being arrested by a bail bondsman that claimed to a Bunny named Fluffy. I laughed because it was funny. I thought WTF!!! He said he changed into a better version of himself and that was Fluffy. He was lucid and had cosmetic bunny ears and a vape filled with bunny honey in his bag. He was currently living in a hole in the ground. That's commitment to change. Respect.

Weird. Strange. Different. I loved it! Because I could laugh at him and the ridiculousness of that moment (to me)and want him to be well, treated with decency and respect while they cuffed him and hauled his rabbit tail off to jail. Good luck, Fluffy🐰🐇🐰

Point: I'm gon pull back a bit on my carrot consumption. 🥕😕🥕

Ththththth That's all folks!😊

Nigger please

2018-02-21T00:41:00.001-08:00

Sleuthing...

So many questions - like

Why does America need a nigger?

Painstakingly crafting the template for nigger traits and attributes. Niggers are like. Act like. Speak like. But, that then debunks the whole monkey theory which of course was a known. But a nigger was not.

Because it was created. A caricature best served as fiction but, you needed to make a nigger real. Like Santa and all your other gods. It was supposed to just be a story not history. Politicking, first and second amendment-ing an atmosphere ripe with fruit of the nigger in you. Consumed by this tale at any cost. Sell. Sell. Sold! Possessed.

Yes, possessed. Finally becoming what you feared.

A free nigger.
(Row row row your boat plays in the background but, not so gently.)

Clueless,

Pearl BlackPearl
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Family Traditions

2018-01-18T23:16:00.001-08:00

"TERRORISM!" Cried the lynch mob offended by the kicking protests and strangled breaths of their latest entertainment. They hated their cries for "Help" more than their godawful protests.

Hang time was family tradition. And sons and daughters wanting to make Mommy and Daddy proud found new ways to keep the family crest alive. Entertainment was the family business and at get-togethers the children and great-grands all trophied their latest catches from wires, cords and ropes that hung as portraits on LED screens.

The Savages loved Dangling people and mocking their struggle for air. They called it Art. "These Danglers sure know how to dance!" As their kids mimicked moves and sounds birthed from despair. Communications grafted from scar tissued Morse code as relief signals. Since all other forms of expression were banned and a fate worst than death was certain for Danglers that resisted being Branch puppets for profit. Not so much profit as those dangled always paid with their lives. A price that was never negotiable or voluntary.

Family. Business. This was no family. Maybe familiar. And it certainly wasn't a business. The Savages were thieves. And everybody knew. But the Savages.

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Fashion Savages. Vogue Control.

2017-10-05T12:47:00.001-07:00

Traveling is changing across the world. Europe is slowly closing it's borders not just to immigrants but, each other. As a police dog searches our coach and security checks passenger's identification and tickets I'm reminded of an incident in the States while taking the Amtrak train. Homeland Security escorted 2 Mexican gentlemen off the train and then interrogated another Hispanic family for a lengthy amount of time. It was surreal at the time. Not what they were doing but that us watching were being conditioned to new norms. By virtue of their uniform we conceded that whatever measures or extremes used to secure our nation's "borders" it was necessary. Why with the "terrorists" and all. I'm not being coy about real threats in our world but, that those threatening have been defined for us. We are conditioned to discount human beings as worthy of respect because we have been given a profile. Unfortunately, the real threats to freedom, our economy, the ecosystem and health care are dressed to impress. And we are. Impressed.

This post isn't about terrorism or terrorists instead, how easily we relinquish our power and natural instincts to question ideologies, policies, people and actions that are contrary to our better and best judgment. All because of dress codes.

Little by little we regard others solely on the basis of attire to speak and act in our best interests without ever being interested in us. Governments don't know best. Governments ideally should operate in the best interest of the people as a collective contributor to the Gross domestic product, social welfare and carbon footprint on our planet. Our. Planet. Because it will take US. Period.

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Stop kidding... Goat somewhere

2017-08-16T04:22:00.001-07:00

45 is merely a representative. Intelligence is not the aim. Articulation either. Handsome why bother. He is the perfect coon. A coon is a coon is a babbling buffoon baboon coon. Yes sir! A hired hand purposed as a distracting element for the real vermin that govern America and the World's bank.

And the White Nationalist/Alt-KKK is their first line of defense. These lemurs are the cerebral damaged spawn they agitate with incest bred hatred to protect greedy folks comforts. Greed cares nothing of White (Which isn't a real thing if you know European History) or Women or Gays.

They care for comfort. Theirs. 45 is proud to send your poor White Nationalist ass to fight a war to keep him and their Ozes behind the curtain comfortable. But, guess what dumb fucks it's happening in China, Japan, Venezuela, Africa, Singapore, France, Germany, Greece, etc., and etc., Different names for misery and unmanaged insecurity. Cause people are the same wherever you go.

When people tire of being lied to and want truth over convenience revolution will begin. Bless Syria...

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Con-Lonial Ventures...

2017-07-16T08:19:00.001-07:00

Trains were up until now the least stressful and most enjoyable mode of travel for me. If I could I would travel the world by train unless travel was time sensitive.

Woke up on the train to INS removing 2 Mexican gentlemen from the train and an interrogation with a family of Spanish and English speaking citizens. For the record this is an everyday occurrence throughout the country. But, being privy to this humiliation makes it easy to see how we are conditioned to reconcile injustice and blame victims for being violated.

After, all went on as usual while these already labeled rapists and criminals' entire lives hung in the balance. They were guilty. Not of (and if) entering our borders illegally but potentially, as the headlines replayed, being a Rapists. Which is ironic since culturally we are slow to process if at all rape kits or convict known rape felons.

I don't digress...

Debating protocols for entry into the US and sensationalizing Terrorists' advances to our security while our military occupies their lands, criminalizing entire communities and objectifying the feminine as a sexual possession is an intentionally divisive smoke screen. It's what America and colonial interest do best. Distract... ISIS is at again! Need another loan? School? Car? Home?

Rob us while we argue the validity of climate change.

America has been White driven, White prioritized and White run. That's fact and truth. Policy, Financial markets and Government have been in the hands of White Men and their controlling interests groups. But, threats to National security are always anyones-other-than... Yeah, but no.

Sometimes vocalizing what feels like obvious disparities is insulting to my intelligence yet, in the given circumstance I must if only to balance my sanity in this man-made matrix of bullshit.

Example: More than 150 people and institutions were charged for the 2008 housing crisis, a crisis that caused a deficit three times the size of the entire global economy. But, zero Wall Street executives have been prosecuted for fraud related to the financial meltdown that left 8.8 million Americans jobless and led to a $700 billion government bailout. Our same Congress that passed a bill where only one out of the top 25 subprime lenders in 2006 was subject to the usual mortgage laws and regulations.

Nonbank underwriters made more than 12 million subprime mortgages with a value of nearly $2 trillion. Those lenders were exempt from federal regulations. Thus allowing AIG to write $3 trillion, let me say it again $3 trillion in fake derivatives while reserving precisely zero dollars against future claims.

But, it's easier, not ethical, lawful or right to incriminate groups most vulnerable to government protections. So, we rail in anger not against the system but the people oppressed and violated by the system. A system in truth that strangles all without the privilege of stolen wealth or perhaps access to the codes of fraternal entry.

This is the American way. Not America's constitutional claims but, its practice.

Justice is Just Us.

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TIME. LESS.. IS MORE?

2017-06-11T10:16:00.001-07:00

Why do we count the years?
Age. Anniversaries. Time.
Subconsciously qualifying our existence based on time rather than impact.

Celebration? Yeah, maybe. But, why wait?

It's a paradox as many religions, Heroines and Heroes, and idols of inspiration esteem individuals that died (to be frank) with fewer than 2 scores of living, 40 years. (A score being 20 years and felt more poetic, slight smirk). However, many do more in fewer years than most with many.

What about connections? Is it possible that a connection in a moment could change your life most monumentally than connections you've known all life long.

So, what is time? And why are we pressed to measure all things through such a small frame of our existence? We are so much more and some even greater.

And you don't ever have to get me or this post. It's ok. We are not all of the same, on the same nor process experiences the same. Hence, why I abhor generalities and the restrictions of labels as an overall consensus for what we are still discovering as "AM".

I AM...

Pearl BlackPearl
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More Than Meets The I...

2017-05-05T14:01:00.001-07:00

We've made life so unnecessarily difficult on this planet. Outside of the challenges and adversities that come as a rites of passage to every daring soul that conquers the canal to become a tangible god. We have made our existence in Heaven on Earth hard.

We like some people so much at first sight or feel. They just feel right to us and we don't know why. Then we initiate a grueling process of skepticism not because we don't trust them. But, because along the way we stopped trusting ourselves. Then they are gone and with them a piece of us. A piece that we never got to touch. Or learn to love.

And the longing remains. We yearn for them until another likeness breezes by to confront the stoic precepts created by a culture obsolete and void of revelation. Void of understanding of expressions of god incarnate becoming. Stuck in a cyclical march to own what can never be theirs.

Then there's those we love. To death. Cause that's what falling in feels like. Falling and losing our grips on false securities that only enforce our fears. And love would never encourage us to be afraid but, woo us with love in the letters of each person we call by name. If we allowed ourselves to let go. Feel. Look that stranger in the eye and not fear what's next. Just be present in the moment. Then if it feels right create a script. Together...

Friends. Sisters. Brothers. Mothers. Fathers. Lovers. Aunts. Uncles. Cousins. Wives. Husbands. Partners. Teachers.

Strange at first. Stranger -- because what we're creating is between us. And not yet revealed. Beyond sexual bonds but, an incubation for love to be nutured to its full potential.

The relationship is not one but, many facets of I Am... Growing.

Until the People...

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The Jokes On Us...

2017-05-03T08:51:00.001-07:00

I feel like our inability to discuss matters of substance without the need to segue to comedic relief creates atrophy to our mind's muscles, the throne to Humanity's purpose in evolution. We have been conditioned through abusive systems of self hatred to change by trauma.

Tragedy as the premise to initiate change is primitive and we can (more not all) activate a higher frequency of empathetic connection to our ever evolving world. We are apart of a collective ecosystem that is not just about Humans. We are a variable not the entire equation. And the sum lies in all its parts. Increasing this awareness allows us to open more channels of communication. There is an incomprehensible network of communication occurring all around us and Humans have a specific role. Producing plastic? Depleting the ozone layer and warming the Earth until Marine Life and Water recycle our waste into new forms of Matter?

Maybe, lol. We (as a collective not all) are missing essential translations to these messages because we ostracize and alienate essential groups that feel, see, hear, understand, dream, exist to express creation's next Awakening. They operate this Motherboard, the quintessential Feminine expression to the Universe's voice. They prepare us for the shifting. The Change.

But, we mock them. Their clothes. Their skin. Their hair. Their gender designation. Their speech. They are different. As designed by Creation to confront our apathy. Their Difference is the necessary Resistance to stubborn ideologies that strangle life crowning. But, these are our Coders updating our programs. Rewriting our scripts. And the script needs to be rewritten.

Change mustn't always be the result of war but, it does require a Resistance. An intentional sacrifice of ideas, beliefs, philosophies and thoughts that no longer serve life in transition. We are transitioning, y'all...

It is learning to know when to let go.

It's time.

I encourage my Family of Humanity to day by day choose to introduce a new action, image, information or thought that is out of the parameters of our comfort zones. For the children. Demonstrate...

Until fear isn't a taboo we avoid but, are agog to embrace because we know we are powerful and equipped with tools and wisdom to overcome all the challenges man creates. And laughter won't be a tacit exchange of our power.

Until the People...

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Paradigm RelationShift... Self to Others

2017-04-12T10:30:00.001-07:00

I find that my most intimate bonds and connections are shared with those I share a similar consciousness or thought vibration. Not Nationality, Gender, Sexual Orientation, Profession, Economic status or some other Other indefinitely stigmatizing label that stifles possibility and growth.

But, individuals... Individuals.

I connect to the merit of a human. Their private worked out applications manifesting an invisible guide to intention. To self revealing.

Are we entering a new paradigm of relationships? Are the historically Lone and mostly Alone power rangers creating the undercurrent that mandates authenticity in our exchanges? Does the current climate of disclosed hypocrisy reveal the shifting of mass expectation?

Straight. Gay. Bi. Queer. Non-Conforming. Trans. Sapiosexual. Pan.

Evolution is perpetual. And the Self as god is surrendering to the dance of tandem co-creation where we participate in who and how we Become.

I AM THAT I AM... Thus, my relations shift.

Impossible? Noooo, but I'mPossible.

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Paradigm RelationShift... Self to Others

2017-04-12T10:24:00.001-07:00

But, individuals... Individuals.

I connect to the merit of a human. Their private worked out applications manifesting an invisible guide to intention. To self revealing.

Straight. Gay. Bi. Queer. Non-Conforming. Trans. Sapiosexual. Pan.

Evolution is perpetual. And the Self as god is surrendering to the dance of tandem co-creation where we participate in who and how we Become.

I AM THAT I AM... Thus, my relationships.

Impossible? Noooo, but I'mPossible.

Pearl BlackPearl
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All in a day...

2017-04-07T11:41:00.001-07:00

Going about my day. Life. Business.
I get sandwiched in between a struggle that isn't mine.
Or is it?

Political agendas
Religious role calls
War everywhere and always for a reason
Rhetoric scripted and masses convinced
That the Truth is "god said"
When it's presented

Think about it...

Why would any god need a mass to be relevant?
Those champions of Truth ALWAYS stood alone
When they carried it
And every god that came to save
We killed
Brutally
And buried them

Sooooo we could resurrect them to a heaven?
We must earn to enter in
Or burn
Lest we be forgiven sin
The sin we were born in?
Skin
Aparrently for Black and Women
The sin we need forgiven?
From a dead god
Now re-living
In us
Our memories
As we create it

God
Dead
Or alive

The conflict of mind
Beliefs rooted so deep
We'd rather die to a lie
Then change for the Truth

If IIIIIII could consider a different narrative
Surely Matter must be more intelligent

A new story... A better people.

Exhausted of this shit. Done with Re-runs.

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WHO CARES?!?

2017-04-06T22:52:00.001-07:00

We have dumbed down Matter, Infinity, the Universe to our finite understanding of it "All". We've given it a name as absolute and decided the protocols for exchange for every living being then, now and to come.

Knowing as much about IT and everyone as the creator of the abacus did of Microsoft or Apple. Not a clue of our ever evolving potential.

Then we war believing it is the will of a creator to justify our savage impulses.

We, "How are you?" "Good." "You?" "Great!"

Hearing but, rarely listening. Afraid to engage or go any deeper than the script given. Much like the gods we fashion as Supreme that lie in the distant-disconnected-future-far off. Hoping that our deeds will somehow payoff. So we do and say without really connecting to why. Or now.

As if a god gives a fuck about our duties. As if Matter speaks English. As if the Universe cares what it's called.

Because care is a vibration that is felt and needs no preliminary introductions. People don't care what you know until they know that you care.

Go. Deeper. You can handle it. Trust yourself.

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THE SURPRISE PARTY

2017-03-30T10:57:00.001-07:00

Stop feigning Surprise...

The Pinocchio and the Geppetto Administration are America. Its Truth not its marketed propaganda. America and its allies are a petri dish experiment that infects the world with illusions of progress. Delusions of Great.

This Western culture are Masters indeed. Of Deception. Their greatest weapon psychological warfare. A studied people. AcaDummics. Not the most intelligent but, the most savage. Needing theories to understand compassion and laws to gauge morality. An aberrated consciousness that fosters environments for the worst traits in humans to spawn like virulent pathogens.

And for whatever reason there are those Chosen to be Aware.

To see. To know. To feel. Beyond what is seen. Known. Felt. Seems futile and sadistic that creation would bestow such a curse to a remnant destined for sacrifice. The good that always seem to die young. Burdened by turmoil man-made but hell sent. Because the diseased, the dis-eased void of peace, are fiends of destruction and care nothing of any but the ephemeral fleeting ID self.

I summons the powers of the Aware to dismantle and disturb the magnetic frequency of the destroyers and break the binaural bonds that bind them. They are enemies of life, creation and truth. They are liars. Fathers of them. May the Earth and Her Celestial Ancestry mold matter pure with potential that allows life without resistance to become its quintessential Heaven as Earth. Where Music is the greatest conflict we are forced to reconcile.

There's so much more to Us than meets the eye.

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MINE! MINE! MINE! LAND MINES

2017-03-23T11:06:00.001-07:00

These bone marrow evil
Greedy media puppeted landwhores
Are wretchedly audacious
Welping ISIS hit me
"With what did ISIS hit you, Ahab?"
"They won't give me their land and stuff."
"Ohhhh, so they wounded your egos? And why does your nose grow?"
Wincing through the forced traumatic media hyped terror alert tears
About lands and peoples in the far
Far and away distance
So jealous of Western progress they are
That these oily residents negotiated Nuclear trades from Western Warlords and their Aids
Tooooo
"Avenge Muhammad?"
"Yes, Yes!", ecstatic about my clarity
"They want us dead!"
"And we must bomb them?", I said
"Yes, in Jesus name", crazed with empty praise
And our Republic
Of Walking War Carnage Stalking Dead
Repeated this over
And over again
Until it got into the people's heads
Until the world bled
And the air was polluted
Over real wars
With real bombs
From Fake News
And Alternative Truths
And Frankly Stein
Said
"I'M GOD!"
It only took killing everything
To make a Man
Rise from the dead

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America we need to talk

2017-03-16T09:32:00.001-07:00

If America was a person I'd stage an intervention
With all its victims
Including its citizens
Patriotic die hard idiots with Stockholm syndrome
Convinced of its greatness by default
America with France, Germany and Great Britain have been horrific
Masking treachery as benevolence
We'll save you
Or we'll take you
Enslave you
And name you
...
Immigrants
Yeah immigrants
And blame you for our country's lack
The economic collapse
The threats of terror
Although the problems in our world
Greed did that

Ooooooo I hate when liars are the model for greatness
And hate is ate
As the dietary staple for children
Mimicking habits we nuture as stable
...
If that doesn't work
I'd just whip America's ass
Gangham style

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THE BETTER TO EAT YOU MY DEAR

2017-03-13T12:24:00.001-07:00

Our FDA (Food & Drug Administration) poisons us and feigns surprise of sickness
Cancer, Lupus, Diabetes, Infant mortality is their market and symptoms are their business
They genetically modify
Feed the people toxins
And genetically model lies
That keep folk sleeping
With News
That ain't new
It's codified
Unless you read in between the
Vertical and horizontal colored lines

White-faced Circus Politicians campaign change for policies that won't directly effect them or their dependents
They descend like vultures on a brain dead culture and pass down bile that's offensive to intelligence
And smile to convince constituents that they're genuine
And create fake news, fake problems and charge real people to fix it
They don't shop at the same stores they build
In malls filled with distractions
Selling tech contraptions their children don't use

They educate White-faced
And Others posing with White bait
The economically chosen for the fed hike interest rate
Their children read different texts
Are differently prepped
Are differently tested
Based on zipcode, zip clothed and zip line addresses
Education isn't the American dream
America has miseducated
And Miss America isn't free

Our rhetoric dangles peace
Our history teaches war and classist
Race list regimes
That don't educate their children in the same prison-like cells
Squared rooms padded with misinformation
And sit-in-your-seat for 5 hours detention
That demands babies born under a policed anti-abortion state
A "please don't take your babies life. Wait, we'll abort their dreams and self-esteem and prepare them for prison life"

These needy-ever-greedy dark and disconnected minions
Don't listen to people's wishes
They divide and manipulate desperations by pandering god for a people famished for attention
These ones, evil and heart dark
Fear dark intentions not dark skinned
They love Dark dead
But, those like them that wound for sport and create businesses from carnage
They disguise as human
But, they are hollowed out vessels
Cold-blooded and reckless
Playing emotions and feelings as instruments Professionals
Orchestrating killings
And the children are the victims

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READY. SET. GROW.

2017-03-10T10:40:00.001-08:00

I'm not arguing Racism. It's a horribly timed pun that keeps folk running their mouths because they are deathly afraid to listen.

No no no that can't be.
No no no you aren't trying.
No no no that's not me.

Yes yes yes stop lying. And eating fake news while running. And talking with food in your mouths while these babies dreams go hungry.

And pretending that Black genocide is an anomaly. Really??? Every people huddled together kill each other but the Europeans have managed to make a business of it.

But, Black still manages to navigate extermination threats. Maybe because the world that made Black needs Black more than Black needs it.

I guess... (twiddles fingers)

Cursed to death

2017-03-10T10:04:00.001-08:00

In creation I see the majestic impressions of a Supreme being at work, if attribution is necessary. In humans not so much. In a few there are these coveted supernatural altruisms that transcend all the rest, but it lies not in their steroid financed strength of arms, Id IQ, presumed power, missed education or propped up talent that reverberates an Other than life form. But...

In kindness. Charity. Purity of heart and sincerity. This is rare. So very rare it grieves what would be of my soul. Hence, why we are so moved when we witness acts of caring. Not acts of merely giving but, exchanges of love that sees another as one's self. A "THIS IS ME" moment. "THIS" that is happening to them is happening to me. An intention that doesn't hierarchy Care.

This speaks more of what a human should be. Could be. Can be. This self-obsessed rapacious nature of a populous pretending that their wellness is organic as Universal principle is a gross defect. A wellness disproportionately directed to "Others specific" for resources and access in their favor only and dub it Universal law.

The Universe indeed is abundant and overflowing in provisions but by brute force the allocation channels of its flow have determined its preferred recipients. This is cruel. And children don't understand why not them because it's not natural. Children aren't supposed to comprehend that the Universe designed them to only witness love and the benefits of resources to cultivate their potential as inaccessible because of...

I love running but, I should never dream of faster for I am a girl.

I love climbing but high is not for Black people.

I see the details in plain and hear sounds in silence and can create colors from bland but, I shouldn't because I am a boy.

I am a male bodied as Girl and feel, see, hear and think the world through different dreams but I must'nt be me or change a thing.

Curse this consciousness and all your kin at the root! This is a dam. A dam of shame that wraths droughts and taxes valley dwellers to build and pay for water consumed on both sides of thirsty.

I hate. And I am not afraid to hate things and people that should be hated for actions and systems created that violate creation and people.

Children.

Because this hate -- is love.

No child should suffer dignity for a warm meal and bed and warm hands to hold them close as perfect and secure. No child should ever feel that their born-in skin or body is defective and that others are rewarded for masterminding treachery that forces them into isolation. No one should ever have so much advantage and be considered the best if worst was executed for this appointment. Every child deserves room to play on grounds without shattered glass and broken dreams where blue and green are the native color schemes.

Our world's have been led. With far too much bloodshed. And, these are not the leaders we should applaud, holiday or hero. They were wrong.

We should not follow people and ideas that stir in us our most foul attributes. We have a choice and children are the truth of our humanity. Not just those born to us.

We must choose the Children... The child that still lives ,though often abandoned, in us all.

Allowing Self to participate and initiate critical thinking and not just be led. Evoking empathy that is present and aware of our impact on others as the "Self" and our responsibility to having power and plenty. Where we are less wasteful and more grateful. Where we say thank you and consider the labor and sacrifice rendered for our pleasures. Where we would not want for any an existence we would not desire for ourselves.

These that lead with lies are criminals and I release them to the cauldron of consequence they have brewed. So be it. To them and their kin.

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Toast to Post

2017-02-28T13:21:00.001-08:00

I post. Mostly for me.

An online journal that chronicles my journey and growth. It's good to see growth and watch layers of my ignorant objections dissipate into a ME reflecting a story, a History, changed.

Then.

There are are times I post so that others known and unknown will know I'M NOT WITH YOU. OR I STAND WITH YOU.

I'm working on a better version of Human designed as Me. I only hope that I will continue to activate courage to address my fears and not use any group or beliefs to validate cultural hostility to others unprotected by systems, governments and religions.

People are somehow inclined to be their worst selves to please a god.

Shameful...

MOONLIGHT LIGHTS THE WAY

2017-02-28T13:20:00.001-08:00

CONGRATULATIONS, "MOONLIGHT"
(My response to the hateful rhetoric vomit in cyberspace by people deceptively enlightened about normal as if America knows anything of normal.)

To those still in the dark as to why this piece won. It expresses a Human experience by PEOPLE, MEN, that are violated, dishonored and subjected to culturally approved hatred because of how they identify as Human.

This piece garnered attention because it was revolutionary in that sexuality in general has very rigid and culturally oppressive and repressive labels. And in truth PEOPLE are experiencing multiple layers to their sexual identity and most are repressed and wanting. Lacking understanding to their journey as beings emotionally and intellectuallyl. An identity that isn't just about intercourse, but how people relate to themselves and others. Most of our relationships rarely manage to blossom because we are afraid. Not of others but ourselves. What we hide. What we suppress. What we do in darkness.

It was groundbreaking because it addressed a uniquely specific journey for many Black men whose very lives are threatened because of this very personal identity evolution. It was a piece that boldly addressed a real, everyday story, cinematically.

Sexuality is not about other's opinions. It's sacred and personal. Religion has made far too many judges on topics that deflect one from self introspection and change. This film is important because there are real people experiencing life threatening violence about being their real Selves from others uncomfortable with themselves and their own desires. It's easier to label than address people as beings deserving of treatment we would want for ourselves. Men.

These are Men. Racism has taught us but, not well, to mask violence as righteous indignation.

It's more disturbing seeing culture's that revolt to people's sexual orientation than actual violations to themselves and the innumerable far more heinous crimes against humanity. This is not about a film but us, humanity, and how we deal with people that are different than our perceived normal. People will assault (verbally and physically) a man in relationship with another man and turn heads, eyes and mute ears for Rapists and hateful Misogynists and on and on and on.

I respect the piece because it confronts our ignorance of a infinitely diverse world happening with or without our permission.

This isn't about homosexuality. It's about us. It always is.

Pearl BlackPearl
A New Voice In Conscious Art
Creating MasterPeaces
www.blackpearlzworld.com
Rated GF - For Grow(in) Folk

UNTIL WE STOP CALLING THIS SHIT STORM RAIN

2017-02-10T11:02:00.001-08:00

#AlternativeNews

Was called a Racist today by a European White Male that proudly voted for Trump
Because I wouldn't go out with him
It's interesting watching Racist squirm to defend their brazen ignorance
Especially AcaDummics
Seduced by their own eloquently contrived rhetoric
Deflecting to avoid truth
Proud to be dumb
Running script
Running game
Running for office
Always running
Excited about the possibility of going nowhere
Hyped about false Hope
Happy to self-destruct and destroy
Hate fueled objectives
On a mission to Martydom
Pimpin History like Harlots
Insecure like passwords
Angry about a Government and Economic System created by Racists for Racists with Racists
And playing magic tricks with media shticks
Yelling at ISIS
But
It's yo damn system
You did this
In fact you employed ISIS
But you mad at the Blacks
You mad at the Mexicans
You mad at the Muslims
You mad at the Refugees
You mad at the Gays
You mad at Women

But

You plundered and pillaged
Took land, homes and villages
And you still mad

You made this mess
YOU have been Ru Ling
Lea Ding
Gover Ning
Corpa Rating
Busy Nessing
War Ring
Ly Ing
It's YOU

Stop deflecting
You deranged-lying-manipulative-gun toting-2nd Amendment quotin-paranoid-parasitic -sadistic-hypocritical demagogue

See

The misconception of Racists
And the like:

Is that you matter
You are on everybody's mind
Here's the crazy thing
The groups you've fucked over
Just want to be left alone
To heal
Recover
Discover
Feel
Without you inserting your commentary in the reel
Ain't nobody trying to steal nothing from you
Lest alone your culture

You're boring

So chill
Vote for Trump
Fuck Trump
Marry Trump
All we're saying is
Stop intentionally hurting other people
Seems like so little to ask
You convoluted crypt keeper
Sickle wielding Grim Reaper
You destroy everything you touch

What's worse is that we have to ask
Be Civil

Civil is Right

Huh

This Racist culture is oblivious to Racism
Because it's American culture
Racism is American
Or more clearly
Legalized cruelty
It's what has shaped America
Not liberty and justice for all
It's difficult to smell your own shit
Especially if you've been sitting in it for awhile
As much as we still want to believe in Racist
Santa Claus
And his all White Racists Elves that bring gifts to children all over the world
And him and White Racist Jesus
Can see if you're naughty or nice
But can't seem to see the importance of having Elves in a workshop that could better identify with the children he would deliver gifts or
Racist White Jesus saves
Seeing as how this fat bastard lives detached from the rest of the world 364 days of the year
I'll give 363 for good measure
But somehow is so culturally rich

In isolation

Suburbia much, Satan

I mean Santa

With oh such great insight via research and observation into the Urban landscape

Anywho

Racism
Let me say it again
Racism is so deep-seated that Blacks really only make a fuss when finally someone is killed
AGAIN
So Racists believe our protests are exaggerated
And it's exhausting for Racists
Who hate being called Racist by the way
Believing in Santa Claus' homogenized imaginary ass
That conveniently comes specifically down homeowners' chimneys in really nice neighborhoods

Not where children really need shit
Or hope
Fuck you very much Mr. & Mrs. Claus and North Polians

Because of real life
Real love
Real pain
Real joy
Blacks and the like have learned to pick our battles
If Blacks were to sue based on actual injustices we experience on a day to day basis
We would own America
Rightfully so
But wouldn't have time to enjoy it
Because we would spend our lives charting injustices

Not
Life ain't fair
We all go through hard times injustices

Maleficent system cataloging injustices as legally permissible to incriminate, incarcerate, humiliate, vilify, demonize, bankrupt, marginalize, terrorize, sterilize and oppress by any means necessary groups for purposes of government sanctioned genocide

So for Racists
By righteous Proclamation or
Claiming immunity by dissociation with lynch mobs or their incestuous brother and sister organizations

I don't give a fuck about your hatred for Black people, Women or the like
I really don't
I don't want to talk to you
About it
About you
About me
About Us
I have no desire to see your point of view
I'm not Rodney King
We don't have to all get along

I'm not the one with impulses to kill or harass you because I don't like you
Orrrrr
As you've made it clear
Despise the very existence of my Monkey bred Chicken Eating Lying Stealing Lazy Watermelon loving Jigaboo Nigger Three-Fifths Human Colored Negro Black African American Ass

I'm not interested in reconciliation
That's the dumbest shit I've ever heard

Reconciling what

Racism and legalized hatred isn't my issue
That's yours
Just leave me the fuck alone
On the land laid and made by my Ancestors
While I redefine what America is according to me
Cuz America is because of me
While I write its History or
Shit Story

White guilt ie
Shaggy
It wasn't me
So stop protesting and reminding me
That the past
Bleeds a present legacy
Is YOUR issue

For the most part
Black people just want to be left the fuck alone
But here you go again

Look at me
Look at me
All needy and shit
As if you don't get enough air time
Pushing for relevance
Because nobody gives a fuck about you
Be Supreme
Be ALL WHITE POWER AND SHIT
Mate amongst yourselves
Be the pure Race
What is the big fuckin deal
You are so desperate and clingy
Ain't nobody fighting your agenda to be Lords of the Universe
We just want you to stop stealing shit from people
Like their culture
And claiming it
Pissing on land
And shitting on people
Fucking up the country and blaming it on "The Others"
Stop poisoning people and killing entire Races
Stop polluting the environment and depleted the Earth's resources for profit
Stop printing money and taking out loans
Stop starting wars and running like a bitch
Crying Terrorists when it's really you terrorizing
Stop crying reverse Racism
There's no such thing
Wit yo punk ass
And Yes Karma is a Bitch
So let me introduce myself...

Pearl BlackPearl
A New Voice In Conscious Art
Creating MasterPeaces
www.blackpearlzworld.com

JAMES BALDWIN (My Personal Mecca)

2017-02-03T16:44:00.003-08:00

JAMES BALDWIN...

(L’Ancienne Maison James Baldwin - Sud de France (the old home of James Baldwin in the South of France)

Curtain. Spotlight. You.

...With immense gratitude and overdue veneration I, present the photos taken (with my Samsung Galaxy S4 in 2013- a self-intiated expedition) from the half-demolished house of this great American Author, Poet, Playwright, Social Critic, Essayist, Literary and Civil rights icon, MONSIEUR JAMES BALDWIN in Saint Paul de Vence, France. He, a mirror scribing the supreme delusions of a White prioritized Western culture on carbon resisted skin. Carbon inflicted dreams -- deferred. Yet and still... Carbon ineluctably carves out history like the diamonds they always were.

His words, for me, are priceless treasures. Not forgotten and least not for long. Because Father (yes, Father) Baldwin hadn't planned to disappear into omission or a his or her story written about him. He authored his biography and wrote theirs. It was a picturesque America without coloring, additives and preservatives. He told it just as he lived. And he did. Live present and more humane than any Constitutional claims America could make of human. He wrote his way to liberty. It was just not for all.

It was surreal the choked desolation and the intricately chosen isolation he called home in his final years. Agog to explore this morass of memories still fertile in the air. I wore it like a blanket. He was as his words -- still here. I could duly pay my respects.

To begin, I lived in Nice now and could feel straightaway the deep affinity the French had for Black Americans, our music, struggles, leaders, and activism, actually this was a common thread in my experience throughout the world. Though skin tone and sexuality are still a benchmark for social graces and human exchanges thanks to colonial branding and religious oppression, but there is much to be said about the warmth of a smile and heart that speaks to our more gentler nature should it exist. I'm fortunate that I rarely encounter such overt violations to my person but, I'm always aware of a difference that makes all the difference. In most cases I can appreciate it.

My initial goals in Europe, as my journey abroad began in Germany, was to let the people know that I had arrived bearing gifts. I planned to sing, write, dance and speak their languages, which was far less romantic in application than theory as I butchered their languages so badly at first; that non-speaking English preferred that I speak English than attempt German and or French, lol. I negotiated a roundabout and practiced voraciously until a mutual respect was attained. I was determined to build my fanbase and share my unique carbon print on a world awaiting. Well, that was what my inner cheerleader coaxed.

And I was grateful she was my best friend because she became my most valuable resource and confidante. I, created a collaborative show in Germany with a Romanian Artist that turned out to be bold only in rhetoric and ideas. And I stayed a few months longer writing and working with an abused and physically abusive blind and deaf teenager before heading to make French bread (Dinero/Euros) on the French Riviera.

Voilà!

There I took the Open mic at the infamous Snug Pub near my home in vieux Nice, met friends, fans, lovers and others. Beautiful, whimsical, musical, broke and plentiful people that were instrumental in giving shape to my dreams-come-true and wisdom's life altering truths.

One such dream; finding the home and whereabouts of Monsieur James Baldwin. I'd read on previous occasions it was in the South of France and alas St. Paul de Vence. (One of my most favorite places in the world. It's an Artist haven worthy of a bucket list.) I took several trips by bus from Nice to St. Paul de Vence for less than 6 Euros round trip and packed lunches before the case of the missing Baldwin broke. I would be the envy of all the Nancy Drew mysteries, if Nancy Drew were Black and understood the historical significance of this find.

Praised were the literary and artistic figures who occupied or passed through the village— Pablo Picasso, Yves Montand, Simone Signoret, Jacques Prévert, Marc Chagall, Lino Ventura, — celebrated on plaques and by tour guides and in commemorative coffee-table books for sale in the gift shops. I sniffed their trails for his proverbial scent. Nothing...

Finally, after shop hopping, an appertif and charcuterie plate then interrogating the locals, NYPD Undercover style, for any information leading to the residential Estate of Lord Baldwin, lol, there was light at the end of the tunnel. In a book of art photographs (pictured below) in a near-by Bed and Breakfast, HÔTEL LE HAMEAU inside a coffee-table collectible filled with pages of famous White people by Jacques Gomot. There’s a small photo (below) containing the image of the only black person in the book, "L’ecrivain Americain James Baldwin", is all the caption reads.

This bleak attribution was the ray of sun I needed and my hope blossomed into chlorophyll. Fiiiiinally there was acknowledgment that this giant of a man made an impression worthy of noting in the community he spent his last 17 years.

This was deeply personal now and had transcended an exploratory travel excursion to a geographical atonement. A diaspora on 3 continents in search of a Welcome Home never bestowed. He was Black. A man. Gay. Literary genius. Writer. More. So much more.

Yet, Black. Gay. Becomes the measure to judge our civility. This is our truth. Then and now.

How is it possible those lucid and warm blooded veer off course when hate serves us death indigested? It's too easy a craving to access. Our taste must evolve. Our palettes become more refined. I hope we soon develop severe allergies to discriminations that authorize violence as a customary reaction to people wearing their skin as "In".

I'm not digressing. These photos are a tale of two stories reconciled as a human experience filtered through a Black lens- a coerced narrative. It's the story of Us - as we redesign humanity. As we redefine travel because skin is the first vessel we move through the world- in. And that should be a luxurious experience. Imagine that. Skin that you feel great in.

There it was. Not a museum, bed and breakfast or a renovated quaint café beckoning onlookers and sojourners thirsty for intellectual and cultural discourse to break a biscoti over tea and read excerpts from Baldwin's unabridged editions. Or peruse over vintage photos framed with rustic detail placed by inscriptions on the wall with here sat. No, only an abandoned home, empty and dusty rooms, its frame, lemon and orange trees ripe with anticipation for a Baldwin gone with the wind.

I was finally here and understood without any utterance why Monsieur Baldwin chose this place and perhaps it chose him when he moved to the Côte d’Azur, in 1970. Climbing the gates to enter its doors ajar like a Ninja from the Southside of Chicago. The doors were already opened for me as were all the windows as if it were breathing. I walked trepidatiously as if on sacred grounds through what had become a legal quagmire for his family that lost the property in an estate feud, I learned moments later.

Father James Baldwin ate here. Slept here. Drank here. Read here. Cried here...

Wrote here and here and here and here. And there and there and there. Alone. Mostly. And then with some. And maybe one or two some specific one/s. Those ones that ease the ache of all alone.

I took my time and absorbed all I could before sunset and then decided to wait outside the gate of the adjoining estate to inquire if the owners/residents knew anything of Monsieur Baldwin. Anything would be great.

Time passed. Not sure how much but an eternity feels like a safe guesstimate. A car pulls to the gate and a gentleman is gracious to roll down his window, "Parler vous l'anglais?" "Yes", he replied. This would go much faster in English, though I had an associate nearby to assist me in translating if need be. He went inside to announce my intentions to his wife, who was the granddaughter of Monsieur Baldwin's best friend whom he bequeathed his precious belongings.

They were extremely hospitable in accommodating my request as she greeted me into her home with regal warmth - a charm customary it seems to Southerners the world over. Her sigh and smile spoke volumes and seemed overdue as she shared stories and relics that he had left to her Grandmother. She was touched and moved that someone had come looking for him, especially a Black person from America as his legacy had gotten lost in historical obscurity. They were dismayed that no-one from America had taken interest in preserving his legacy at least in their dealings. It was heartbreaking until now.

You will see below, the gate I stood in front, the rooms, captions and also the house of Father Baldwin's brother David behind his home. His brother, David, had come to stay with him later in Baldwin's life to care for him when he fell ill. David was also an Artist as you will see a few of his paintings below. Father Baldwin was a collector of African art works as well. You'll see his 2nd Edition Webster's Dictionary and an unabridged copy of one his books. I touched the Holy grail, y'all! This was my Mecca and the only way I could say THANK YOU to Monsieur Baldwin and I'M SORRY.

I'm sorry it always takes us too long to appreciate and celebrate good until it's gone. Though I'm reminded of one of my favorite quotes by the "Godfather", I think he might have found that endearing, lol:

"The poet or the revolutionary is there to articulate the necessity, but until the people themselves apprehend it, nothing can happen ... Perhaps it can't be done without the poet, but it certainly can't be done without the people. The poet and the people get on generally very badly, and yet they need each other. The poet knows it sooner than the people do. The people usually know it after the poet is dead; but that's all right. The point is to get your work done, and your work is to change the world."

We need each other. Genuine exchanges of care. Tender inquisitions that wait for an answer and listens. Hugs that hold close without hovering guilt for being too much or not enough. Connections that can see without a resume, profile or hashtags of who, what or where we've been. Courageous authenticity that knows "I" belong because I AM. And the fortuitous conviction to never allow others to appraise you. Lower or raise you.

Labels are great if it stimulates empathy, understanding, piques curiosity, creates a safe haven for those "on the verge" and "at the ends of" and honors our lease on Mother Earth with gratitude in action signatures. Otherwise, labels are useless and corrodes basic decency that rewards cowardice as nobility.

But, we can change that. I'm a Actualizer. I only dream to stay focused on what shall be. Until it is...

Thank you for sharing your presence.

In Joy,

Pearl BlackPearl
A New Voice In Conscious Art
Creating MasterPeaces
www.blackpearlzworld.com

The Coffee Table Collectible Book I found at Hotel Le Hameau in Saint Paul de Vence, France

What I believe was the kitchen of Monsieur Baldwin's home

Rocks and shells found at the home of Monsieur James Baldwin. I keep one of those rocks with me in my travels around the world.

Chemin du Pilon is the street of the half demolished residence of Monsieur Baldwin and next to Colombe D'or in Saint Paul de Vence

The next door residence on Chemin du Pilon of Former best friend of Monsieur Baldwin and next to Colombe D'or in Saint Paul de Vence

Back of the home of the next door residence on Chemin du Pilon of Former best friend of Monsieur Baldwin and next to Colombe D'or in Saint Paul de Vence

Monsieur Baldwin's actual 2nd Edition Webster Dictionary bequeathed to his Best friend along with other items that he cherished

Monsieur Baldwin's actual 2nd Edition Webster Dictionary bequeathed to his Best friend along with other items that he cherished. So honored...

A painting by his brother David bequeathed to his Best friend along with other items that he cherished

Two paintings by his brother, David, bequeathed to his Best friend along with other items that he cherished

One of Monsieur Baldwin's unabridged works bequeathed to his Best friend along with other items that he cherished

An autographed copy of the book "BLACK ENGLISH AND THE EDUCATION OF BLACK CHILDREN AND YOUTH" by Geneva Smitherman to Monsieur James Baldwin

African artifacts collected by Monsieur Baldwin in his travels to Africa

The yard of Monsieur Baldwin and next to Colombe D'or in Saint Paul de Vence

The home of Monsieur Baldwin's brother, David, photo taken through the window

Entrance to the home of Monsieur Baldwin's brother, David, located in the back of James' home

The home of Monsieur Baldwin's brother, David, photo taken through the window

The living room near the fireplace of Monsieur Baldwin's home

The bathroom of Monsieur Baldwin's home

The Kitchen of Monsieur Baldwin's home

A lone left behind ceiling ornament of Monsieur James Baldwin

An living room window of Monsieur James Baldwin

The Bedroom terrace balcony of Monsieur James Baldwin

Outdoors on the Bedroom terrace balcony of Monsieur James Baldwin

The door and entrance to his Bedroom terrace balcony from outdoors

Rocks and shells found on the premise. I keep one these rocks on a case with me in my travels.

A window in the small entrance corridor

The Fireplace in the Living Room of Monsieur Baldwin

The Staircase leading to the Entrance on the side of the house (See below.)

L'ancienne Maison Baldwin

L'ancienne Maison Baldwin and the Fence I climbed to provide a pictorial journey for posterity's sake of the residence of this Great American Icon

Owners of the Colombe D'Or The Roux Family

The back of L'ancienne Maison Baldwin

L'ancienne Maison Baldwin's backyard still growing lemon and oranges

CHOOSE YE THIS DAY

2017-01-27T13:59:00.001-08:00

I have always worked, as long as I can remember of work ethics, to align my ambitions with who I want to be. Granted as I've grown those ambitions have changed as they should. But, all in all I made my choices. And for the record best fitting decisions can feel pretty bad and have undesirable outcomes. Short term though it feels long. Hold on. And ill fitting decisions can benefit you greatly while being destructive. Long-term. There's still hope. Change.

I choose truth. That's awkward. To choose truth. I guess it's as ridiculous as fighting for equality, human, women or civil rights. I guess that says more about the kind of world that's been created by other "humans" that people have to qualify their Humanity or have their equality measured. When those truths are a given.

Truth. That is my choice. It's not a difficult choice, but it is when under oppressive and deceitful systems and congregants that crave an alternative news diet and fetish fake news. I've made ill fitting choices and learned by those decisions that I didn't like the company kept. Choices create. Companions. But, very few worth keeping. And thus more choices for deeper, lower or higher progressions for more of its same. Choices.

And the lower or higher you go depends on whom you're choosing to be. And that is a choice. However, the more choices a person has can be a dilemma. But, those born to more choices are never the victim but have the greatest difficulty in true ascension. Growth. And change.

Because truths or the truth is often buried. Deep down. That's where we like to hide truth. Deep. Down. That's why those deep and down know the truth long before those high above the ground. In high rise towers, gold flaked showers that bathe in raucous applause for hours. Real ascension needs a catalyst. A base. In order to go high you must be willing to dig in the low places.

Truth is always available and ripe but it's not a whore. It won't be sold - for parts. It must be digested whole. Ironically, it will cost you. Everything. In terms of superficial associations to value and worth. Because truth has intrinsic value that increases throughout time.

Fertile with fruit for those daring to forsake the temporal tan streaks of exposure and glow for truth's shadows and shades. And that is a most difficult choice. To not be seen...

As valuable.

Right away.

In a world boasting ultimate arrival of royalty, fame and power - surrendering to an unknown darkness that may never produce prestige and accolades - we are conditioned to believe is the ultimate reward is brutal. Especially, for souls certain of a terrific rise and shine. Greatness. But, this man-made glory comes with an injurious price. The gain is only as great as one's self worth and that is appraised by shade value. Moments ruminating in darkness. Until maturation. Vintage. Wine like art that needs time and mastery of the Vineyard for true appreciation and grateful consumption.

So, no, I don't respect you because you have amassed millions and billions of dollars (surely stolen) with no considerations for the trees you need for everything, livestock you eat and lives you breed to build your dreams while you cut theirs down. While you dig so ruthlessly to build concrete jungles only to house your empty ambitions. Your souless convictions and vile traditions to your god. Your deity of choice. Money. In all its denominations.

Not wealth. Deflating currency. We praise thieves. Admire the depraved and teach our children to be just like them. Encourage them to jettison passion and purpose for worthless baubles and meaningless connections. Scold them for being lazy when we have robbed them of a basic sense of earning. Personal merit. And a dignity that comes from the respect of hard work and appreciation for those that labor for their due (without a tip mind you). Thanks. Gratitude. The very mortar and brick of self worth.

Ill fitting choices are a learning curve but we must straighten things out for the next generation. Tell them the truth - even when it's difficult. Share your stories. Your beautifully ugly journey because the most pervasive lies are the ones we tell ourselves to "protect" the children. Manipulations to ease our discomforts.

Tell them, "You are not what you gain in life. You are how you go about it." Integrity can not be bought. And no matter how fancy you dress it corruption and cruelty even guised as a bill, policy, once in a lifetime opportunity is still evil. Choice. That is our lot. Our opportunity to be bigger. Greater than a trade. More than a piece...

Choice.

People have done, do and will do horrible things in the name of progress and everyday we are given an opportunity to correct those indiscretions. Apologize. And right those wrongs.

Choice.

If not your conscious no matter how low your moral gage or eloquently contrived excuses will be its own hell. Because you will always know the truth. We will too. And in death there will be no rest, but an Awakening to all the truths you CHOSE to reject. The screams. The names. The voices. The moments you robbed life of its very essence.

Choice.

And the bereave's laughter will be your daily bread. Your very own specially brewed formula of unrenewable indestructible energy. You will be your own haunting as matter serves you as a Blackhole to its ever expanding Universe. And that in its never-ending is your choice.

Chosen,

Pearl BlackPearl
A New Voice In Conscious Art
Creating MasterPeaces
www.blackpearlzworld.com