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
Friday, February 27, 2009
Failure Leading to Success.
flail, fail, prevail, all hail.
people like to think that this is the sequence that always will occur. Not really. Most likely that the first two will happen and thats it. I mean, if you look hard enough, dig deep enough, you could probably find some good in every time that you mess up. Something that you can learn from for the next time. But i hate it when people try to glorify failure as just part of a great process. it sucks. period. But anyway, thats not what i wanted to write about today.
Taking success from failure was the message at the bible study last night. It was a good time. Seeing people from a different school, a rival school nonetheless, all loving God together was a blessing. But the story doesnt really start till after we got back from the bible study. The game of fuseball that ensued after our return was heated. It was going back and forth, every goal cause for loud yelling. It was 8-8 and they scored. I went to go around the table to my left to give my friend on the opposing side a fake high-five. And i ccught my leg, or so i thought, on the table as i moved forward. I looked down and saw my friends dog attached to my right thigh.
WOW.
I have never been bitten seriously by a dog before. It didnt really hurt. We were all just shocked. I knew that the dog was partial to her master, but didnt know how protective she was, until then. I didnt get mad at the dog...it was instinct. She was protecting her master from my swift advance. And i like dogs. She was adopted by my friend, so who knows what she went through in the past. I am glad that he locked her into her kennel after she bit me though, because i would hate for the same situation to occur again, but with a different person who wouldnt be so forgiving. Folks, this was a legit bite....two fang gashes, about an inch apart on my upper right thigh. Pretty sore the next day, but no gangrene yet so thats a plus.
Anyway that was one of the more exciting events of my current life, so i thought i would throw it up here...
i will hopefully be putting out some more real talk soon, but until then.
peace
people like to think that this is the sequence that always will occur. Not really. Most likely that the first two will happen and thats it. I mean, if you look hard enough, dig deep enough, you could probably find some good in every time that you mess up. Something that you can learn from for the next time. But i hate it when people try to glorify failure as just part of a great process. it sucks. period. But anyway, thats not what i wanted to write about today.
Taking success from failure was the message at the bible study last night. It was a good time. Seeing people from a different school, a rival school nonetheless, all loving God together was a blessing. But the story doesnt really start till after we got back from the bible study. The game of fuseball that ensued after our return was heated. It was going back and forth, every goal cause for loud yelling. It was 8-8 and they scored. I went to go around the table to my left to give my friend on the opposing side a fake high-five. And i ccught my leg, or so i thought, on the table as i moved forward. I looked down and saw my friends dog attached to my right thigh.
WOW.
I have never been bitten seriously by a dog before. It didnt really hurt. We were all just shocked. I knew that the dog was partial to her master, but didnt know how protective she was, until then. I didnt get mad at the dog...it was instinct. She was protecting her master from my swift advance. And i like dogs. She was adopted by my friend, so who knows what she went through in the past. I am glad that he locked her into her kennel after she bit me though, because i would hate for the same situation to occur again, but with a different person who wouldnt be so forgiving. Folks, this was a legit bite....two fang gashes, about an inch apart on my upper right thigh. Pretty sore the next day, but no gangrene yet so thats a plus.
Anyway that was one of the more exciting events of my current life, so i thought i would throw it up here...
i will hopefully be putting out some more real talk soon, but until then.
peace
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Losing a Coach
Today i lost a coach.
It wasnt even up for a vote.
It just happened.
Out of the blue.
39 YEARS of AGGIE FOOTBALL.
I got 1.5 out of the 39 and i still cried.
I have had many coaches in my life.
Some i was happy to see go.
Others, it was just a shame.
This was a shock.
This was a blow.
This coach is IRREPLACEABLE.
And he wasn't even "my"coach, but then again he was MY coach.
Of course there are reasons.
Understandable, logical reasons.
There is always a reason.
But something about the emotion of football, and the coach-player relationship, dims the logic of it.
I wish my coach the best.
He is a great man.
Some people tell you they are "great" by the way they act and carry themselves.
This man told me he was great through the mouths and testimonies of others, those who's lives he touched.
A multitude.
Some say crying is outside the "manbox".
i disagree.
When you see someone pour out their heart to a football team.
Everyday, for almost half a century.
And now the path of life must take them elsewhere, and you see the pain that this causes them.
Something ought to rise up inside of you.
It did in me.
When you leave someone, something that you LOVE.
Tears are shed.
And there is no "manbox".
The vacancy will never be filled.
There will always be a cavity, a hole where he belongs.
Nobody can replace that humor, that goofiness.
Nobody can replace the ideals, the integrity.
Nobody can replace the work ethic, the one liners.
Nobody can replace the kindness, the Heart.
Nobody can replace our coach, my coach.
Nobody.
Time is the enemy.
Time is always on the move.
But time will not take from me what you have given to me, coach.
The memories, the lessons, the advice, the handshake, the pat on the back, the final hug.
Those are enshrined.
So coach.
I am disappointed that the remaining years of my football career will be spent without you on the field with me.
But know that the remaining years of my football career will be spent with the lessons you taught, and the example you were.
Of AGGIE PRIDE
Exemplified to the fullest extent.
I will see you around.
And i will always appreciate and respect you coach.
You will always be.
MY COACH.
It wasnt even up for a vote.
It just happened.
Out of the blue.
39 YEARS of AGGIE FOOTBALL.
I got 1.5 out of the 39 and i still cried.
I have had many coaches in my life.
Some i was happy to see go.
Others, it was just a shame.
This was a shock.
This was a blow.
This coach is IRREPLACEABLE.
And he wasn't even "my"coach, but then again he was MY coach.
Of course there are reasons.
Understandable, logical reasons.
There is always a reason.
But something about the emotion of football, and the coach-player relationship, dims the logic of it.
I wish my coach the best.
He is a great man.
Some people tell you they are "great" by the way they act and carry themselves.
This man told me he was great through the mouths and testimonies of others, those who's lives he touched.
A multitude.
Some say crying is outside the "manbox".
i disagree.
When you see someone pour out their heart to a football team.
Everyday, for almost half a century.
And now the path of life must take them elsewhere, and you see the pain that this causes them.
Something ought to rise up inside of you.
It did in me.
When you leave someone, something that you LOVE.
Tears are shed.
And there is no "manbox".
The vacancy will never be filled.
There will always be a cavity, a hole where he belongs.
Nobody can replace that humor, that goofiness.
Nobody can replace the ideals, the integrity.
Nobody can replace the work ethic, the one liners.
Nobody can replace the kindness, the Heart.
Nobody can replace our coach, my coach.
Nobody.
Time is the enemy.
Time is always on the move.
But time will not take from me what you have given to me, coach.
The memories, the lessons, the advice, the handshake, the pat on the back, the final hug.
Those are enshrined.
So coach.
I am disappointed that the remaining years of my football career will be spent without you on the field with me.
But know that the remaining years of my football career will be spent with the lessons you taught, and the example you were.
Of AGGIE PRIDE
Exemplified to the fullest extent.
I will see you around.
And i will always appreciate and respect you coach.
You will always be.
MY COACH.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Habakkuk JOY
3 vs 17-19
"though the fig tree does not bud and there are no grapes on the vines, though the olive crop fails and the fields produce no food, though there are no sheep in the pen and no cattle in the stalls, YET i will rejoice in the Lord, I will be joyful in God my savior. The Sovereign Lord is my strength; he makes my feet like the feet of a deer, he enables me to go on the heights."
Habakkuk means "to embrace".
when all around is rain and clouds and darkness,
when all the people around you are fake and fail you in every way,
when all you see around the world is suffering and hate and greed,
remember.
that there is a power unexplanable
that will make you able
to merely cope? NO
to merely survive? NO
to thrive? YES
to rejoice? YES
and this joy will enable you to "embrace" things as they are and be strong.
a joy that will prompt you to sing a song.
a joy that will be visible in the vibe you give.
a joy that will shine through the life you live.
a supernatural joy.
so in these times of promised change,
know that the word of man is as changing as a the score of a basketball game.
and find your joy in the Lord,
knowing that you will not be let down.
EVER
"though the fig tree does not bud and there are no grapes on the vines, though the olive crop fails and the fields produce no food, though there are no sheep in the pen and no cattle in the stalls, YET i will rejoice in the Lord, I will be joyful in God my savior. The Sovereign Lord is my strength; he makes my feet like the feet of a deer, he enables me to go on the heights."
Habakkuk means "to embrace".
when all around is rain and clouds and darkness,
when all the people around you are fake and fail you in every way,
when all you see around the world is suffering and hate and greed,
remember.
that there is a power unexplanable
that will make you able
to merely cope? NO
to merely survive? NO
to thrive? YES
to rejoice? YES
and this joy will enable you to "embrace" things as they are and be strong.
a joy that will prompt you to sing a song.
a joy that will be visible in the vibe you give.
a joy that will shine through the life you live.
a supernatural joy.
so in these times of promised change,
know that the word of man is as changing as a the score of a basketball game.
and find your joy in the Lord,
knowing that you will not be let down.
EVER
Sunday, January 18, 2009
C.O.R.I.N.N,
Celestial
Outstanding
Radiant
Intelligent
Nice
Neat
Hello everyone,
My life has been changed forever. On January 1, the first day of this glorious year, I saw her... She was breathtakingly beautiful and her smile was like the sunshine. I was a little too nervous to talk to her but luckily she came up to me. Then I finally got up the courage and called her and boy am I glad I did. I can't believe she went out with me. It was great. I even got a new guy friend from hanging out with her. I want to talk to her every night. I am done searching I have found the one and I hope I don't do anything to mess that up. I am going to get an earring. Sometimes I cry at night wishing she was here. I just wanted you to know how I felt about this whole post being a work of fiction. The fantasy of a certain corinn on how my affection toward her should be. She is very creative in her mind, and how she comes up with this i do not know. But there is some truth here, i must be honest; January 1 is the first day of the year. This i cannot deny. Also corinn did come on the prowl for me, actually quite aggresively now that i think of it...but what can i say? i claim to know what women want, but when they want me, sometimes things happen a little bit unpredictably.
So again, there is some truth in this fantasaical post, but unfortunately the fiction far outweighs the facts.
Outstanding
Radiant
Intelligent
Nice
Neat
Hello everyone,
My life has been changed forever. On January 1, the first day of this glorious year, I saw her... She was breathtakingly beautiful and her smile was like the sunshine. I was a little too nervous to talk to her but luckily she came up to me. Then I finally got up the courage and called her and boy am I glad I did. I can't believe she went out with me. It was great. I even got a new guy friend from hanging out with her. I want to talk to her every night. I am done searching I have found the one and I hope I don't do anything to mess that up. I am going to get an earring. Sometimes I cry at night wishing she was here. I just wanted you to know how I felt about this whole post being a work of fiction. The fantasy of a certain corinn on how my affection toward her should be. She is very creative in her mind, and how she comes up with this i do not know. But there is some truth here, i must be honest; January 1 is the first day of the year. This i cannot deny. Also corinn did come on the prowl for me, actually quite aggresively now that i think of it...but what can i say? i claim to know what women want, but when they want me, sometimes things happen a little bit unpredictably.
So again, there is some truth in this fantasaical post, but unfortunately the fiction far outweighs the facts.
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