The Feeling is Mutual

In high school I read a story of a struggling husband and wife who loved each other very much. Individually, each sacrificed what was closest to their person to satisfy the desire of their mate. In the end the gift each ended up purchasing for the other was of little use because, as I recall the wife wanted lovely gold hair pins and sold her hair to buy her husband's gift. The same was true of the husband, though I do not recall his desire or sacrifice.

This story reminds me of a like concession I made with a friend of mine, about a year ago. Though we are not married, I compare our sacrifices to please the other and the ultimate show of mutual respect, I find relation.

We dated for only a month. Our first at Apache Cafe, a popular hang-out of independent Atlanta soul, hip hop, jazz, and experimental artists. She's never been there and agreed to meet me there, in early December 2006. I paid her admission to the club, we settling in the rear of the club for a superior view of the stage, considering all tables were occupied and the heavy volume of traffic between the wait staff and shifty patrons.

At the end of the night we shared a basket of chicken wings and fries. Over our scrumptious meal from JR Crickets, she informed me of her own poetic abilities and part of my heart leaped at such a rare find indeed. Not only was she the splitting image of the woman I'd dreamed of and prayed for, she was creative and a poet like myself! I think that along with her perfect five foot height, glasses, and dreads, warranted my first sexual come on at the close of date # 1. Typical loser move, but I felt the space cool enough for a lil innuendo and jest. She laughed. Wow. My male friends would say I, "had her," then but, I was on a mission for more than the panties...especially not on our first date.

We had second, third, and fourth dates... I taught her chess. Turns out she's wealthy. Turns out we have real chemistry. We prepared meals for each other, we had our first kiss towards the end of the month and she initiated it! There was lots of friendly flirting and some exciting revelations about each other... she was a "virgin," and I hadn't had intercourse "in over a year."
We teased each other with intellectual humor and made advances in the womb of soul- food and music.

We made out in semi-public places... We talked on the phone for hours. We danced. I played jazz for her and an Outkast remix cd. She saw me perform twice and I caught the tail end of a fashion show her line was featured in. I remember that night very well. She gave me a 3am cut-off and I stayed till 4:00...heck we were making out at 3:30...I was busy.

Was it that day sex really came up? Throughout the entire courtship we flirted heavy but didn't take any of our physical explorations nearly as far. It became intriguing...suspense like before bustin a nut, as with most couples it started when we were both fully clothed and being honest and comical with the other. This particular night/morning I verbally expressed my desire to bed with her. She resoundingly said, "No." Even asking me not to pressure her. Though feeling a little bruise on my ego, I agreed w/o further question/explanation. She must have picked up on my sincerity because we got into our make out routine not missing a beat, well, you know what I mean!

Minutes later i had her shirt off and was kissing her chest. I remember joking about being an-equal opportunity breast nibbler, when greeting Ms. Left for a few moments more than I intended, then I made my switch to Ms.Right... ah yes, the joys of 2nd base!

Then, a page out of my own imagination ... I wanted to communicate to this dazzling sista who much I wanted her panties. So, in keeping my word I didn't muscle, I used physical poetry... In the south we call em draws... And wanting the draws was the same as wanting to go all the way.. So, I reached behind her, found the small of her back, reached down and found the undergarments I was "looking" for. I gave them the slightest pull and to my surprise got the same pull in return!

Here is where things get interesting. After a couple of deep kisses I got up, walked across her space and sat on the stairs, holding myself.

She was as surprised at me gettign up as I was of her pulling my shorts in return.

But, my word was on the line. And the way things were going, I was sure to have plenty of time to finesse her the way I wanted to, without time constraint.

About two weeks one meal, and a few dates, and no sex later she broke things off...

Though I've seen her a few times since, it hasn't been like our chess dates where we waged war against each other in fun. I didn't quite know what to feel. She called it a time thing...where I became some distraction from her getting her work done. I suggested we write letters or just do text messages. She said, "I didn't really think about that..." I guess my solution for her made up-mind made her exit strategy seem flawed as George Bush's from Iraq. I even joined her church but decided that wasn't the best way to maintain respect.

To me, after all the flirting and arousal she stormed in me, I put it all to the side when she included "please" in her "don't pressure me" statement. And part of me wants to believe that after all my sincere gestures and our conversations and chemistry, that I was a worthy candidate for her 1st.

I don't think it's over, now a year later, though she likes to maintain the power in not communicating with me except on holidays much to the chagrin of my friends and family, and slightly slighted ego.

"The more I learn about love it's like a clash of the titans," says emcee Vast Aire Kramer of Cannibal Ox in The F Word. I conquer.

When there is mutual sacrifice that blindly parades itself before the open hands of the public... the emperor ceases to wear "new" clothes, but garments are passed out from the crowd to the marchers graciously. I hope to continue this story and thank you for your time and patience with me sharing this story.

In Closing, "Ooooh ooh Oooh! There's something in the air..."

ATL

Atlanta is a confused city with ancient trees and confederate moss still clinging to its lowly swaying branches. It is a city of quiet southern porches, ignited by infamy and the neo-neon lights off Peachtree. ATL is a pocket of america's progress and wealth at Atlantic Station while still home to the nations oldest public housing projects at University Homes. They'll be torn down soon.

I find myself in the heart of a battle of cardiac proportions. I a child of private school, she a quiet public school super star. I don't know what will come of this one month connection...that seeps into my being some 12 months later. "It's all about thee feeling...the differences between what you feel and whats real..."

I don't want no trouble. I want to talk to you. And until I'm ready I'll be holding on to this distance like it contains the secrets of the heart and future. I have come to touch with the source of this feeling and I attribute it to beyond the soft embrace of your hand on cheek. Though there is a beauty there, unfound else in the cosmos...I revel and host my own delicate court in the arena of life. hoping to make the most of these moments and remember those artifacts of the journey.

Thank you, I love you.

-delano

Inv ble Capes

Most humbly, I share with you one of my favorite discoveries of my inner being. After reaching un-hunger at a friends apt. I enjoyed "Geechie Funk," an instrumental song by Whiz of the Soul Students.

The song is fantastic. It awakens parts of your mind and maked you feel very sexy. As a matter of opinion and fact, I like jetting off to fantasies of love making( in your mind). Think mental masturbation... Choreography, like buildings begin as thoughts. Pristinely placed piano keys went for a walk through water and trees...ancient artifacts of our awakening.

Originally, there was chi, BA -KA - RA and AHHH I get it! What a great Idea! Remember that feeling? Awt- Ib we decree! Happiness, Love and Love Peace! Connectivity...Serenity Everlasting... perhapse I'm going, leaving you...we'll there are plenty of lessions to be shared...and now for the dismount:

Do you know about ultraviolet sun rays? The best way for me to describe the events of yesterday:
I served as a conduit for light of such a high vibration it was completely invisible...black light yes, but something happily and heavy, and withstanding. Like being the cousin of our young friend Yes.

"It is useful to study sets naively at an early stage of mathematics in order to develop facility for working with them. Furthermore, a firm grasp of set theoretical concepts from a naive standpoint is important as a first stage in understanding the motivation for the formal axioms of set theory."


furthermore, "Set formed part of the Ennead of Heliopolis, as a son of the earth (Geb) and sky (Nut), husband to the fertile land around the Nile (Nebt-het/Nephthys), and brother to death (Usir/Osiris), and life (Aset/Isis), and father of Anubis.
The word for desert, in Egyptian, was Desheret, which is very similar to the word for red, Desher (in fact, it has the appearance of a feminine form of the word for red). Consequently, Set became associated with things that were red, including people with red hair, which is not an attribute that Egyptians generally had, and so he became considered to also be a god of foreigners."

That is enough for today. Delano.

:c)

wow of now

what can i say? how can i begin to describe what i feel...

this week, this moment, these, the sumation of love has me captivated! It has been a wonderful week for the soul. And actually it is not finished. This sunday I will perform poetry AL's "The Piece," release and launch. An opportunity I garnered in the belly of soul, I am thankful for the stage, yet again! I have influence my friends for the better, I have helped my people with deals and safety. I have cared for the soul of others in instances. I hace received compensation in the midst of footsteps. I reach out and get back more than I could imagine. Saul Williams. Jodine. Two ladies, poetry...money! and love and love and love!!!

How can i repay, but with my actions all bestowed upon me. I am moving, yes! I am making progress. I am changing. I am believing and reading. I am receiving. I am giving! I am thankful for my mind and my fantasy. For my dreams, for my abilities to effect the state ofthings, my being open and Cancerious, positively! Tonight I smile... And hope to bask and return to this feeling, once again. I have vocabulary. I have ability. I AM! I shun negativity and receive... fruits of the Garden ! hip hop is still molding me better and celebrating along with me. Blessed poetry and music... A pen and movement... Fluidotherapy and this is the beginning of ... we'll see! :c)

-delano in atlantis rising!

Making Love Wait

December 2007 started beautifully. After snoozing, ahem, playing the morning away with my Rockstar, I napped, saw Janelle Monae and even danced at Beleza w/ LB.

The morning started early, bridging the night with a sexual expression unlike any I'd had before. Rockstar made breakfast for me. Beef sausage and waffles, the morning after Mo Betta Blues and taking my tie off. The movie was a "chick flick," with just enough eroticism and humor to satisfy both a hungry libido and a sweltering friendship. We tumbled about on her couch only wide enough for two stick figures, pawing over each other coolly, ultimately taking it to the floor. Through flirtatious jokes and keeping our agreement to not touch lips or parts, we played as lovers do before and after the fact, but not actually going there. It was beautiful. She called me beautiful. I remember her almost falling off the couch. Luckily I caught her by the waist and pulled her on top of me. So, there for the first time in 6 months she was comfortably on top of me. Her breasts were thick and the pressure felt great against my chest. I grabbed her by the waist. She told me to pull her closer, squeeze harder...I did and she began to press her hips into mine, "involuntarily." Naturally, my hands found the curves of her back and butt. The deeper she grinded the more I wanted her and delighted in the sensation of this woman's arousal. My hands were excited but moved smoothly, finding her hair. I gave it the perfect little pull and she let out a moan sending shock waves throughout our plutonic planet. I rose to attention...She looked at me, hungrily. I smiled back at her... we continued to touch. Soon we were on the larger couch in her living room, still playing, only this time with more leg room and plenty of dirty talk of wanting each other and tasteful complents...

We ended up sliding off the couch together. Man, that floor was cold, but the blankets and bodies were warm. We slept close without cuddling.

The morning after's games were stellar. Rockstar had a conference call... we exchanged semi-dirty notes while she spoke of websites and other particulars... I found this to be the perfect time to unbutton her shirt, a navy blue YSL man's shirt with iridescent stripes. Before throwing her D's in the wind, she caught me, smiling broadly with one-ear to the phone... though I'm sure she knew what I was doing the entire time she seemed surprised; how cool!
I stopped, patting her tummy while she finished the conversation. We doodled on each other's bodies...I drew paisley on her arm, she wrote
"mine" on my abdominal muscles, soon after lighting a candle and handing it to me.

While I held the candle, she scribed a note.
She asked me on paper if I'd ever poured hot wax on anyone...and expressed desire for me to pour wax on her. I hadent, but was kinda excited about her tolerance for pain and its associations with pleasure. Hm. Her boat was floating... The call ended and for her the wax thrill was gone, but just for a moment. Ol girl wanted to speak with a straight face while hot wax dripped onto her cool flesh. Imagine that!

Somehow I ended up face down on carpet (which didn't smell like cat at ALL) with my head covered with pillows and a throw blanket. My shirt was lifted and my body tingled, anticipating the heat. She started with her fingernails, igniting my spine. Then came the drop of fire. As soon as it hit my skin it started to cool.. but for those brief 2seconds I fought the urge to arch or turn from the sensation. As the liquid pooled in the small of my back, Rockstar spread the thickening substance into ribbons as it solidified. Then, this mama slowly pulled the stripes of now solid wax sending a sexy shiver all over my body. whoa. I like having hot wax poured on me... that was kinda neat! --I don't see myself making this a demand in my future intimate moments, but for my readers and my companion..it is a pleasurable experience I do not regret trying.

I turned over and was greeted by my Rockstar's smile. A few minutes passed. Soon she was checking out my stomach muscles and there she was, kissing, nibbling, sucking, and handling my chest. I'm actually pretty solid for 5'5'' and 115lbs. Whoa. My chest gets like no attention and I absolutely DUG all this tongue driven applause. She complemented my body. I was happy!

Soon, we were all over each other, hands and building up passion that seemed to start decades before our birth. The dry thing went down and to both of our surprise, I handled myself like a champion expressing knowledge of positions and the power of my strength. It turned her on severely... both hands above her head, me restraining them at the wrists... I was on my love making grind, not on vacation yet, but putting in WORK! :c)

You see, Rockstar is an alien. We are kindred spirits who found each other in this lifetime. Separated by age and circumstance we made an agreement not to kiss or go all the way.
I am not ready to walk towards the isle as her life partner and, there is this nagging 5 footer who I admit, has me by the balls and soul...Rockstar calls her my, "Beloved."

Intense feelings for Rockstar yes. Sewing seeds, maybe sure. Developing a unique friendship, mos def. Feaning to finish what we started, not so much. I left 110% satisfied... like I'd had the best night of lovemaking of my life..question is : was it with my Rockstar or my beloved? Only time will tell what Love has in store for me...for now, this little moment of time, this morning is called happiness. And I am in pursuit. :c)

on BLAST!

Yesterday was quite a day.

I stared my second internship with Benchmark Physical Therapy. In hopes of being employed by this clinical group, I spent the morning in observation of their newest clinic at Crawford Long Medical Ctr.

Also, my song "So Smooth" featuring Jon Bibbs was fully endorsed by Brenda Hazel, music industry insider and consultant. She is also the wife of the late great Eddie Hazel of Parliment-Funkadelic.

As a promotional tool for Bibbs, she added my song to her myspace page and is receiving a decent number of plays there! I am happy to know, work with, and support the music of soul singer Jon Bibbs. As a friend and patna, we're doing much to ensure our musical ties to tomorrow.

In due time I'll look back on this blog, remembering were we've come from and bask in where we are... like looking in the mirror not seeing fully how far I've come, but not like them.

I am grateful for some cassette tapes I found diggin in the bin a Super Sounds Music in the SWATS! Nas' epic Ill Matic, WuTang Clan's 36Chambers, Speakerboxx/The Love Below, and The Whut Album by Redman.

I treasure these rare finds and plan to keep them fully in-tact, unopened in their original packaging from over a decade ago.

"I don't toot very often..."

but, the guys at Supersounds likened my song "Mother Nature" to some old school Outkast.
And this particular shop is a community staple, debuting my FAVORITE hip hop record of all time, ATLiens back in 1996. What a complement to my work! As members of the Dungeon Family frequent this black owned business, I was held silent for a few moments while my song played on the overhead sound system in the store. Big.Reg, offered the complement and was otherwise very impressed with the songs uniqueness and beat-riding by yours truly!

I continue to press towards my career and helping to heal my community, hands on!
-delano :c)

believers in death will die

a
healthy fear
healthy obsession

Bobbi Humphrey

We've made this trip for years. Summers, Christmases, Birthdays, Funerals,...Thanksgiving.

And this year was a little different, with Grandpa gone and all the children growing up something special. I, in the midst of a Song, coming to terms with exactly who I am and what The Creator has in store for me.

I am very much aware of my position in the universe and have decided to accept correction and to serve as an agent of healing in this world of worlds.

An integral portion of my mission is to share knowledge with open ears along the way. Perhaps I will take a position of such leadership in the future...that would be cool.

For now, I revel in the sounds of A Tribe Called Quest's People's Instinctive Travels and the Paths of Rhythm.

I will take this moment to share with you a bright moment during our successful drive down I-75 to Sarasota, FL.

The Mizell Brothers were spinning in the rental car's cd player, Lansanna's Priestess.
I leaned over to my sister Meshell, a flautist, informing her, "that's Bobbi Humphrey playing."

My father chimed in, "Bobbi Humphrey, I met BH..." "Yeah, I gave her my number..."

wow. pop knew the famous jazz flautist.
this spawned a barrage of interrogating eyes by mother... "why am I just hearing about this?"
as entertaining as it was, buttressed by Meshell's instigating, mother seemed about 5% jealous.

wow. after all this time... and we children, jealousy.

it plays testament to our fragile emotional state and for me, provides a glimpse into the nature of a woman's care...as displayed through jealousy.

I saw that once, I haven't mentioned it and I'll save that juicy one for another time...if I ever have use for it. In closing, it makes me smile to know a woman actually sorta kinda wanted to claim me. And, that my friends speaks louder than words. A moving silence metaphoring desire. :c)

-delano

silver clouds

Del aka o8o wrote/produced this really great song. It's called "Anything." It's message is centered in believing in yourself, informing listeners that each is capable of doing anything they want to do. I really dig that song.

I'm interviewing Jodine Dorce tonight at 6:30. How cool! Jodine runs a multi-media promotions company, specializing in the arts, further all things soulful. She's an incredible vehicle by which many of today's brightest voices signed and un-signed reach the public. Through her company she has afforded herself the opportunity to host various award shows, book public speaking engagements, help to organize artistic conferences and musical performances, and to help in the spreading of love from one to the masses!

It is a distinct pleasure to help her with her biography and to further establish a name for myself as a writer. I'm building quite a catalogue for myself and I can't wait to see what the future brings! I am SO happy, SO blessed, so fortunate this holiday season...

Today was an incredible day! I spent most of it with myself...and that is of more benefit than i knew when i first oozed out of bed at 9:45.

Tardiness is so unacceptable. Ugh.

Interesting how I felt so uckie this morning and how great I feel now!

If you don't hear/see from me its because I went to Florida with my immediate family.

I love you all and it does come with custom monogramming!

candles on

i've just about had it up to here with doubt.
and the relief I embrace this morning is that I can have everything I desire in life.
I am blessed beyond measure and I love myself. My ego has been sheltered/repressed just long enough for me to appreciate the kindness of others. I am confused as to what I should do with my power...but, God will make a way and has a plan for my life. I hope to not miss the message encoded in moments for the sake of my emotions and sensory perception. Always speaking to me, I'll have to give up my vice(s), in oreder, "to get the signal clear as day..." Thanks Andre. You're a champ! and a good citizen too, though you're completely not from here at all. Atlantis rising!

give thanks

thank you God for making me. I don't know your full plan for the body you've given me... so many struggling... how I wish to be that sturdy person of peace and joy in their lives. As you are always with me, thank you for your blessings. I am in awe of you. I honor you. I am proud to represent you. I am working on being better for your glory. Thinking on how instrumental you are in my life sometimes brings me to tears. You 've given me so much... Even when I'm not being all you want of me you turn up the heat, molding me, solidifying my being into something worthy. I have nothing to say sometimes...but, thanks. You are truly the best! You give me more than I need, sometimes exactly what I ask for. So, amazing you are!

In the world I want to heal. Provide a way for me to do these things...and the world will see how much you mean to me! So many like me, being knocked from their positions of power...so many temtations like rain drops in a summer shower. So many competing for power. I desire to help. All these things you've given me, mold and shape me. You color me like Beat Street.

Yesterday was a good day for me. Thank you for your generosity!
In closing, the challenge is before me. I believe my end product will uplift you here on earth... thank you for allowing me to be. I am growing better. But, its this one thing(s) that got me trippin.... it's my own feet off center.

discipline.

Connect'd

I was reading on knowledge of self and "be true to yourself" by eric benet played on my internet radio station.

this happens all the time. It's an awakening of sorts that's been developing in me for years. I now feel that books, music, people, aren't neccessarily chosen by us, but for us. "God is there for us...I don't know how He does it, but He does." just heard that on tv. The tv is rarely on... I'm up blogging and feeling somekinda wonderful, as it plays by India.Arie.

I even feel that I've living in love at the perfect time in my life. I'd been exposed to certain people in preparation for meeting miss december. As I thrive through the moments, I wonder if the feelings I have for her are best lasting or serve as a lesson for my future. I can benefit from both. I am worthy of my first love. I have so much work to do to best serve myself, my future family, my existing family, my community, my nation... I am an agent of healing.

"In the Morning." by Jagged Edge.

Music make me want to "Try" by Jill Scott. Imagine what sharing EVERYTHING with someone else would be like. (If you want it to happen babe) Interesting. Thoughts of you abide with my body floating over the troubles of the world. I want to be so strong for you. So smart for you, so kind to you, so wealthy for you... (espescially made for me) Amerie.

and, and, and I'm a Cancer. :c) This isn't too much to deal with it's a grand expression of my journey. I'm living my destiny and it's not as far away as conversation often classifies it. Between now and tomorrow is life.

Tonight, poetry with CC33. (vivian green 24 hours). and with that, I'm out. (not really feelin that song)

Oddities and Everything

So, I was reading an e-mail on my gmail account and you know how the window to the far right displays search results related to the e-mail...well, to day I saw the strangest result. First, I was reading an e-mail about an upcoming open mic this Thursday. How about one of the results was for "Underwater Treadmills for small animals." WTF?! Under-water-treadmills-for-SMALL-ANIMALS??!! As if underwater treadmills didn't sound odd enough, ones engineered for pocket sized-woodland creatures is just frickin WEIRD.

Erykah Badu recently released a song called "Honey." Love it! ALL MY LOVE QUENCHED, drenched, hopeful, faithful, and talented musician folks got my back! What a wonderful way to keep my spirit lifted! I am SO GRATEFUL for music! :c)

Also, I had a very SUCCESSFUL interview yesterday with Benchmark Physical Therapy! Between them an Orthopedic PT, some company is going to train me on how to operate a PT clinic. This is very exciting news as my career as a health care professional is headed in the right direction. I enjoy volunteering at Grady Memorial Hospital in the A, amidst their financial issues I'm doing my part to keep costs down and gain valuable experience and connections.

Friday I was asked to do a break dancing expose as a part of a "hip hop for the kids" type of seminar. I've decided to demonstrate all four of the original elements as this is what the culture calls for.

On another note Jon Bibbs is doin his thang! He'll be utilizing a biography I wrote. What a testement of faith as his career is blossoming! Coo!

Also, Greg has thanked me for being a great friend and helping him to get closer to God. Wow! :c)
AWESOME.

l

Interviewing

"This part of my life is called: Internship." _ The Pursuit of Happyness.

Today I'm interviewing at Benchmark Physical Therapy.

I hope to secure an entry level position in my field of Physical Therapy
as a PT Technician. As a Tech, I'll learn the functional operations of a physical therapy clinic.
This will provide me with invaluable skills as I will one day be responsible for running my own clinic.

This is my second interview as I seek specialized employment.

Also, I spend my Wednesday mornings volunteering at Grady Memorial Hospital's Rehab Therapy Division. I love working in a hospital! Also, I'm making great contacts and learn the outpatient services provided by the Southeast's largest public health care facility!

I hope their financial burdens are resolved.

The people sure need it!

good morning future (2 B continued)

good morning future/you look familiar but much improved/and nice shoes! Those snazzy cuff links match your graffiti! Boy, you really can dance, I don't mean that in a bamboozled
kinda way!

Dinner smells delicious! And who is that lovely work of art across the table from you?
Isn't she lovely without the Maybelline? And Stevie Wonder is forever a genius, but Marvin
takes us both to a special place in memory.

No tellin what these kids will say next, darned youngsters don't have a clue.
And I can't blame them, just be careful "doing you." You matter more than you know
today and will learn tomorrow what comes today. Keep changing for the better... and I'll
see you when we get there.

peace.

Phase One, or is it Two?

I mean, is it really supposed to matter this much?
The fleeting twenties strike us each a little different,
as we roar into adulthood by the moment and cling
to the effervescent whims of our extinct adolescence.

I am no stranger to change. I feel myself defining
my world more solidly as I navigate 26...and count-
ing. I can't afford not to keep a flow of music and
service in my world. I try my best to embrace
the man I am becoming. Why "try?" Well, the
voting, property-owning world assumes that my
pity-party 20s are over and I'd better get pretty
serious pretty quick. Because, though I NEVER
USE THE PHRASE (out loud), "I'm a grown @ss man."

I've got vision. I am one who does not claim it
unless I can teach it. And, boys and girls of all
colors and creeds, religious affiliation, salad fork
users or abusers, vegan, rib-tip consumers, lovers
of western music, and after hours groovers... should prove it prior too.
I AM NOT READY FOR CHILDREN!
I AM NOT DONE GROWING INTO THE MAN
YOU WANT ME TO BE!

Head Start- Before you ask what size pampers
I wear, be sure of this.: It's MUCH TOO early
for all that and I cannot look back. Heck, I'd
look like an infantile mobster shaving and the
like. My head start is an immense blessing as
many American Blacks did not grow up with
parents like mine. They put me
through thirteen years of private school, are
still married, both professionally employed,
architects, and don't give a heck about enter-
taining guest, being members of social clubs,
eating tapas, or going to swanky dinner parties.

This is what makes me unique! I was afforded
the benefits of upper class life without the pre-
tense associated with the lifestyle. I'm a
grounded, articulate, globally minded, break
dancin, God-Fearing, good tipping, consumer
of 5 star things @ 3 star prices, luxuriously
befriended, educated, Power to the People,
non-spit talkin, clove smokin, bottled water
drinker, who tries to do either some push-ups
or crunches daily. I aspire to earn my Doctorate
in Physical Therapy, the perfect career for me.
Helping Others, while earning a living in a field
my future wife won't have to hide from her mother.

And, I'm taking my time about it. I've still got some
20s left to start my investment portfolio, so there
is still hope of not squandering my year on dubs.
Whatever happens, I feel as prepared as one can
be and still look fearlessly into the unknown
NEXT MOMENT. NOW feels great to focus the
travails of my movement with you, world.

I read of others experiencing "quarter life" crisis
and empathize a little. Fortunately for me my faith
is in place (and I'm working on getting tighter) and
I don't feel overwhelmed with my future...it's already
HERE! :c)

My only qualm is how to deal with meeting
the professional young woman who sparked
not only my emotions, but the desire to
be a provider. She's going for hers like
life depends on it and I ain't mad atter.

Cancerian Delano, in the phase of Waxing and Waning.
Full of New Potential!

...And now for the kinetic dismount: Interview today@
Benchmark PT. Teach me how to operate a clinic, please.
peace.

Boycott who?

THE BLACK HOLIDAY – An Economic Re-Circulation Project

On (TBA)Atlanta consumers are strongly encouraged to exclusively patronize Black owned businesses. The goal of such an economic initiative is to stimulate the re-circulation of the dollar within the community and to educate both consumers and businesses of our collective spending power. Through a full marketing campaign we seek to mobilize black consumers and business owners in the Atlanta metropolitan area towards economic independence. Using Atlanta as a model, The Black Holiday will serve as a catalyst for our long-term goal for consumers nationwide to, "buy black daily."

The Tulsa Initiative, The Black Holiday's historical reference, aligns our current focus with historical examples of Black economic solidarity that reverberate to this day. The Black Wall St. of early 20th century Tulsa,OK is our direct focal point for inspiration and education. Often the target of brash attacks and riots, focused Black economic progressives are ready for a boost of youthful energy now! Therefore, we look to open a new “Black Pages” to legitimate, open-minded, black business owners under the age of 40. Our rooted past must occupy the minds of the moving to best author our living history.

BLACK THOUGHT
To fully expose the varied products and services offered by Black entrepreneurs, the “Black Pages” registry will establish both a digital directory of black businesses with free registration and a hard copy form to be published quarterly. This document will umbrella since established networks and target youthful black enterprise. Also prior to the Black Holiday, are two Black Thought Workshop Weekends provided to mentor younger business on top-notch tactics of operation and the production of products and services of the highest quality. Second, to create an open forum where consumers may voice their concerns with a panel of business owners and community leaders to disseminate support for our positive economic destiny.

Our vision includes tabulation of daily profits generated on The Black Holiday by registered businesses and projected figures if the holidays continue; this is what we can do in February to make the most of our history month. Once reviewed and published, the Black Holiday’s data boasts of unified replication potential in major cities across the country.

We seek the same communal control other groups utilize to determine their destiny. Register your business today and join in the march towards TBH! “The Black Holiday is here, to liberate our peers/ We're so glad to/find ourselves in you!”

--If you are interested in helping plan The Black Holiday please contact me! dmaxamjr@yahoo.com