i just was realizing lately(i sometimes find myself in contemplative situations) that i have met and/or "know" a lot of famous and semi famous people.
Lets go back, to--
THE beginning...
Michael Clarke Duncan
Donald Faison
Drew Lachey
Brian McKnight
Jaleel White (aka steve urkel)
Queen Latifah
Terrell Owens
Marcellus Wiley
Matthew Hatchett
**NEVERMIND; THIS IS IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER**
Antonio Pierce
Missy Elliot
Chris Paul
Tyson Chandler
Sam Cassell
Mike Epps
Drew Rosenhaus
Michael Maddox
Roy Williams
Kenny Lofton
Nick Cannon
Tony Rock
Jermaine Dupri
Cortez Bryant
Drake....the dude is pretty chill
Usher
Twist
Columbus Short
James Lesure
Vanessa and Angela Simmons
Ashlee Simpson
Lawrence Fishburne
***for each person on this list there is a story of what went down and how i know/met them.
if you want to know, just ask; ya dig meh??
peace
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Sunday, March 22, 2009
THE HYBRID BLESSING (compilation of shorts)
-That which we take for granted:
the nurturing, tender, loving care of family.
the admonishing, bruising, frustrating care of family.
the inspiring, confident, consistent care of family.
the loyal, lasting, collaborative care of family.
that and so much more which we oft take for granted.-
Life is dualisms.
good and bad
easy and difficult
hot and cold
soft and hard
success and failure
laughing and crying
remembering and forgetting
living and dying.
Have you ever imagined what it would be like; what emotions would course through your veins (your nervous system and brain to be anatomically correct) if you found out one day that you had a whole other family that you never knew about that had always been loving you and praying for you? Just as all the colors of the rainbow combine to brown, so would this pour all conflicting and adjacent emotions together to create a hybrid. So hard to put down on paper. So hard...
Hidden from my knowledge,
Hidden from my sight,
But effecting me regardless,
in ways that i will never truly know.
Oh that i could take a leap back,
and watch objective theatre style.
Forget this...this is what i need to say:
I have been loved by so many
blessed by so many
cared for by so many
supported by so many
developed by so many.
"Our greatest fear is fear itself"?
No Sir! My greatest fear is that i have amassed a debt of love that i cannot possibly repay.
My greatest fear is that I will be inadequate as a product of so many.
My greatest fear is that i will not meet the standard.
My greatest fear is Not that i will fail but that i might not succeed to the correct level.
But.
But.
My fear, and yes, even my greatest of fears, are crushed
Crushed by one greater then I am.
"One who shoes i am not fit to tie"
One who has power to repay the debt of love over and over again.
One who has real estate in the lives of humanity.
The One who prompted all those that invested deeply in me to do so.
So this is what i figure:
If i can spend the rest of my life endeavoring to please the One who put That love in the hearts of those that loved me, i might just make up for the debt of love.
Thank God for family. the glue that it is, the joy that it brings, the hope it restores, and the life that it gives. Amen.
Peace/
the nurturing, tender, loving care of family.
the admonishing, bruising, frustrating care of family.
the inspiring, confident, consistent care of family.
the loyal, lasting, collaborative care of family.
that and so much more which we oft take for granted.-
Life is dualisms.
good and bad
easy and difficult
hot and cold
soft and hard
success and failure
laughing and crying
remembering and forgetting
living and dying.
Have you ever imagined what it would be like; what emotions would course through your veins (your nervous system and brain to be anatomically correct) if you found out one day that you had a whole other family that you never knew about that had always been loving you and praying for you? Just as all the colors of the rainbow combine to brown, so would this pour all conflicting and adjacent emotions together to create a hybrid. So hard to put down on paper. So hard...
Hidden from my knowledge,
Hidden from my sight,
But effecting me regardless,
in ways that i will never truly know.
Oh that i could take a leap back,
and watch objective theatre style.
Forget this...this is what i need to say:
I have been loved by so many
blessed by so many
cared for by so many
supported by so many
developed by so many.
"Our greatest fear is fear itself"?
No Sir! My greatest fear is that i have amassed a debt of love that i cannot possibly repay.
My greatest fear is that I will be inadequate as a product of so many.
My greatest fear is that i will not meet the standard.
My greatest fear is Not that i will fail but that i might not succeed to the correct level.
But.
But.
My fear, and yes, even my greatest of fears, are crushed
Crushed by one greater then I am.
"One who shoes i am not fit to tie"
One who has power to repay the debt of love over and over again.
One who has real estate in the lives of humanity.
The One who prompted all those that invested deeply in me to do so.
So this is what i figure:
If i can spend the rest of my life endeavoring to please the One who put That love in the hearts of those that loved me, i might just make up for the debt of love.
Thank God for family. the glue that it is, the joy that it brings, the hope it restores, and the life that it gives. Amen.
Peace/
Monday, March 9, 2009
Missed
(here is what i would parallel with what you attempted to "create" some months ago...it is what it is, but at least this is REAL)
i missed her voice
her voice, soft and cool like the mist
mist that conjures up the soul to beleive
to beleive in more the the voice alone
transported alone across the waves
-not the waves of the sea but invisible waves-
into my ear and my head and my being.
the pang of irrational emotion-
but what is there in emotion that is rational?
must emotion, in short supply, be rationed?
no
the natural ebb and flow, like those waves of the sea-
will not be quelled.
And i say, let them come.
rather to be tossed about by churning waves
then to be detached- unable to feel a thing.
her voice
that which i missed
missed it like the morning mist must miss the once green grass in the summer heat
mysterious forces at work
but i know what i feel
let all work at what they must
and come what may
i hope
in the end
to find that which i have missed
and the one to whom it belongs as well.
peace
i missed her voice
her voice, soft and cool like the mist
mist that conjures up the soul to beleive
to beleive in more the the voice alone
transported alone across the waves
-not the waves of the sea but invisible waves-
into my ear and my head and my being.
the pang of irrational emotion-
but what is there in emotion that is rational?
must emotion, in short supply, be rationed?
no
the natural ebb and flow, like those waves of the sea-
will not be quelled.
And i say, let them come.
rather to be tossed about by churning waves
then to be detached- unable to feel a thing.
her voice
that which i missed
missed it like the morning mist must miss the once green grass in the summer heat
mysterious forces at work
but i know what i feel
let all work at what they must
and come what may
i hope
in the end
to find that which i have missed
and the one to whom it belongs as well.
peace
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