'when you're done with that...clap"

today i conducted honor council nominations for the fist term class @ USA! It was another opportunity to play my position as I strive for more. I gave an introduction, encouraging them to endure through december... i reinforced what the honor council does and accepted their class nominations along side four other members of the Council. It was a regal opportunity. I thanked the class for participating and in return, they clapped for me!

I received a complement from a senior member of the HC for my performance... just days after i missed a meeting - @ my apt. studying anatomy and there in my student email inbox: HC MEETING TOMORROW 12noon. It was 12:40 last Monday.

And, now for the break: happy harvest! :c)

tao and disgust

there are some principles that i feel compelled to share with you all, my dearest readers.
it is first the concept of perpetual change, then a sense of motion as an attractive force between objects, and lastly a word on endurance.

the I CHING's first hexagram embodies the FATHER CREATIVE as not only six unbroken lines, but possessing attributes of , "unrestricted energy by any fixed conditions in space and is therefore conceived of as motion."

along my personal journeys endurance seems a most honorable and precious gift. to know of my partner, to honor her curves - those of spirit and being- that I might acknowledge the innately human characteristics of perpetual development; discovering the cyclical nature of our seasons and gently witnessing the fruit bearing of a tree from its most dense, universally portable state of seed.

a universe contained therein, i liken to a word of poetry.

a vibrating particle; it self comprised of a small universe of words as its definition or interpretative state as an idea in the mind.

it seems that the infinite HEAVEN dwells throughout as time is taken to peel the husk from life's fruit and spit out the seeds.

even in doing so, life finds its way no matter how unflattering the initial gesture.

to fancy on the tree's shade or its gnarly roots seem to only distract - for both purposes of delight and resentment - from the universal continuance of propagation.

My words were, "let us stay connected..." and if there ever was a wonder of love - i ask that you start there and paint from the annals of Blackness. a stone beneath my foot will cause blisters if not removed - lacerations even, scarring...

alas, to end the momentary disgust from a thick mass of thickened tissue, I say - the healing process itself can exist in a state of hyperactivity... an autoimmune disorder. personally, a scar, gash, and a sea of tears seems more temporal and tolerable than I no longer recognizing my cells as my own.

the preciousness you seek has no beginning. my word of advise is to discover perseverance - the unfaltering strength during changes that occur day by day.

just as joy can mask disgust, the converse is also alive and well being.

What i know of Tao, is to acknowledge the duality of things, to relinquish what you desire, and to allow the ways of being to transpire in their glory - both in construction and in the inspiring weathering of stone by water, ice, and wind.


life has chosen us for this time...our duty is to discover why

omg

tell em why u mad son!

no, don't.

don't say anything... it will make u seem like less than a man.

disclaimer: the ideas reflected in this blog do not represent the entire thought process of the management. Ideas expressed are temporal, transient, and are subject to change without prior notice. For an unabridged, full context, off the record interview please schedule @ dnicespeaks@gmail.com

still reading? thought: I didn't know I was so popular

point: i may not like what you say or do, but I do not dispose of an entire person b/c they disagree with me.
click: do NOT read into my rants.

furthermore, why are you really reading my rant? looking for my deepest thoughts: :c) aw.

why? i'm just a guy who expresses his feelings from time to time in writing. but, u won't get the whole story here (its not profitable yet.)

why should you care: because I AM INTERESTING! ::::this is actually surprising, but as a writer, expression that gets a response makes me giggle :::::

still reading?

i would too...


admission of guilt: I am so wrong for ever ranting in public!

admission of funk: everyone is secretly watching.

admission of ego: voyeurs make me feel neat.

are you listening closely?


this is my place to be angry, confused, strange, odd, reflective, and wrong even. I'm okay with that...
are u?

if not stop reading: some language may not be suitable for younger audiences.



p.s. do u know what i gonna write in the future? :c)

inkwells, roses, and funkmusic

don't get me wrong... this is what i have.

a few spots of ink

my vent and filter...

a writer's victory is being read.
controversy or not.

i write about how i feel.


i can't always say what i want... perhaps i should pick up an instrument.

words, feelings can lose context and confuse readers... drat.

but, if I'm allowed a little spot of ink, when it stinks...


i see roses.

therapeutic intervention

getting dumped sucks. but, when it feels like I am being punished for making a doctoral program my priority, it sucks in a special way that only leads me to feel assuredly self confident. if it wasn't me the last time, it certainly isn't me this time. i've worked for ten years to get to this point and any woman who is into me and has a patient view of the future should understand why i can't be everything to her at this moment. a little glimpse into the future, a little faith, and a who lot of love will surely guide her to respect my priorities. Does this mean I should cut myself off from any form of attention because I'm land locked in grad school? I hope not. studying being my occupation and side project, i hope for just a little female energy to remind me I'm making someone proud. School breaks should be my opportunity to spend what little free time i do have with someone special.

I almost made an unannounced trip to DC... that situation turned out to be more complicated that I could imagine. The genius, again, had issues that kept her from being emotionally stable - or at least able to make rational, relationship preserving decisions. from my current vantage, i feel like the victim of sista's tryna assert their sovereignty . some otha fella jacked it up and now, i'm subject to the winds of supposed "caution." Maybe she just wan't the ONE for me...at least not now.

Given the way things have developed, I'll return to Atlanta a bit wiser, a lot smarter, and hopefully not as lonely as I've felt in winters past. Strange how my boys who aren't doing as much in terms of their future's stay laced with arm candy...

I'm not hatin. I'm just sayin. My homeboy's are cool and I usually get some small percent jealous when I work hard to plan a decent life and along the way I get ditched by presumably intelligent sistas. Maybe I'm boring?

Today, I will listen to cee-lo's new album lady killer for way the 3rd time all the way through. therapy for a physical therapy student.