Its like everybody knows! Two years, enough time for you to actually feel it, passing... But, the vibe has really reached more avenues than I anticipated. I've got Q-tips album on repeat and Rihanna is killin rehab.
How about everybody asking bout cha? Wanna know if we talk, the last time we walked, shit, last nite was hot... I guess I'm either too lazy or too smart to rap. whatever the case, my friends and family are bringing u up. I'm happy to have something to say. I guess it almost didn't happen. Thats what makes it real. Thoughts linger, how easy it would be to give up, or for our meeting to never have happened.
I feel truly blessed.
There is something about staying on your grind...
On mine, I managed to see you at one of the most unlikely of places. A male friend of mine believes you knew I worked there... I guess I'm okay with that. Really? I'm mean imagine that... But, back in my Honda, I'm trippin twice cuz you might be hurt; seriously. I enjoyed our little time hangin out. "Do you want some water?" lol Your face said everything. That's right. Cough, and I'm offering a bottle. Sneeze and I'm passing the kleenex. Gold. We really should look out for one another. How much of the world really looks out for you? My whole goal is to help make people feel better from a mechanical and chemical perspective. I pursue physical therapy happily.
So, where am I? Applications are out early.
I currently work as a technician for "the nation's foremost provider of outpatient rehabilitation..." The clinic director is a world renown PT of jaw/oral/and neck conditions. I'm one of two who runs the front office. At this stage I'm learning the business of physical therapy. One day I'd like to have my own facility, serving the needs of unreached people. Much like my last job at the Atlanta Human Performance Center, I want to provide service to all people with special consideration for those who've been overlooked by the health care system. We all could use a lil healing, sometime.
And with that - turn on some marvin gaye and let it ride... so far to go, but its not about me. I hope to make The Black Family proud. Presidential coasters to Barack Obama! May you represent and serve us well. Us, now that's what's gettin up!
-delano
Friday, November 28, 2008
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Renaissance
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-dnice
Sunday, November 9, 2008
red light
turbulent tranquility
emanates from core.
pulsing branches,
leaves of absence
grasping to an echo
for dearly departed
former selves and recollections.
we picket porches on:
linger longer/
laborious laughter...
giggle glances - music makes
worlds convulse round
us.
nominated in shadowy meadows
knighted by silence
captured in most high definition
evidenced through epiphany
unfolding memories of momentary history
thriving for futures uncertainty while
karma cradles our energy
send sips of spring
lost in Sahara.
healed by your kindness
offered edges of water
to kneel by
and bathe patience quenched
in word.
part harmony of eternity
voyaging life springs
and sleepy hollows
pistol whip cracks
obama.
pray we evade
despotism.
feelings grow
soaked by
cavernous thirst
for green light
as i drive home...
emanates from core.
pulsing branches,
leaves of absence
grasping to an echo
for dearly departed
former selves and recollections.
we picket porches on:
linger longer/
laborious laughter...
giggle glances - music makes
worlds convulse round
us.
nominated in shadowy meadows
knighted by silence
captured in most high definition
evidenced through epiphany
unfolding memories of momentary history
thriving for futures uncertainty while
karma cradles our energy
send sips of spring
lost in Sahara.
healed by your kindness
offered edges of water
to kneel by
and bathe patience quenched
in word.
part harmony of eternity
voyaging life springs
and sleepy hollows
pistol whip cracks
obama.
pray we evade
despotism.
feelings grow
soaked by
cavernous thirst
for green light
as i drive home...
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
?
qtip. the renaissance....
we here
in the midst of atlanta
the atl and the swell of
changes...
we remain abstract.
you know when its nothin but doubt around
we shout from towns
angelic sounds at the top of our lungs
believe not in me
but whats coming
hope is our drug
addicts of revolution
every day chosing
to hang hats upon heads
we're led to struggle
combat for oneLove
combat for oneLove
come back were I'm from
is that what I'm on?
check me out, then I'm gone
your chance has come
what it do when
its music.
i hope to share
beneath the sun's glare
I stare
blinded with ambition
conditions have changed
chopped and screwed
i left you
to find just how strong it was
and I want myself back
but we played for keeps
it was hardly cheap
its real costly, this time
as it gets tougher...
abstractions combat for oneLove.
"just some thoughts from the mind..." _Nas
we here
in the midst of atlanta
the atl and the swell of
changes...
we remain abstract.
you know when its nothin but doubt around
we shout from towns
angelic sounds at the top of our lungs
believe not in me
but whats coming
hope is our drug
addicts of revolution
every day chosing
to hang hats upon heads
we're led to struggle
combat for oneLove
combat for oneLove
come back were I'm from
is that what I'm on?
check me out, then I'm gone
your chance has come
what it do when
its music.
i hope to share
beneath the sun's glare
I stare
blinded with ambition
conditions have changed
chopped and screwed
i left you
to find just how strong it was
and I want myself back
but we played for keeps
it was hardly cheap
its real costly, this time
as it gets tougher...
abstractions combat for oneLove.
"just some thoughts from the mind..." _Nas
Thursday, October 30, 2008
theDoor
this evening I studied computer science at a local Barnes&Noble bookseller. I couldn't help but notice the fine looking members of my community, perusing literature in various forms and taking advantage of the table space in the cafe. Meetings seemed to be taking place and I couldn't help but over hear the conversation emanating from a threesome at the adjacent table.
This particular meeting was between a "thirtysomething" real estate agent and a young couple. Though I do not know the industry terminology for this introductory meeting, I tuned in when the agent said, "so, you all are interested in buying a house." Naturally, I was excited for the couple and thought about this particular meeting's significance during this time of economic turmoil. The agent asked some personal questions, beginning with their current living situation which was renting. He asked about the couple's rent and their monthly take-home income before taxes. He asked about lease-breaking policies and other particulars concerning what the couple could afford. He moved into credit scoring and State of Georgia Law concerning obtaining two annual free reports from the three major agencies. He moved into a description of his products and the parts of town the couple was interested in living. Whatever mortgage he was selling/ making a loan offer for he pitched as a "best" option stating it didn't matter what score the couple had... he could help them obtain a mortgage at a fixed rate around 6% saying some times an interest rate of 5.5% was possible. He informed the couple of following the market i.e. the FED. interest rate and its potential to drop. He explained some of the costs attached at making an offer and a $500 fee attached to making a serious off that would be credited to the cost of the house. He closed by inviting the couple to a seminar of some sort at the West End CoC. How interesting!
I was pleased to hear my people sharing valuable information amongst each other in a comfortable, though quite public setting. I thought about such meetings taking place over the years, across the ATL and across the country. I thought about other real estate agents I knew hosting such meetings and the process of home-buying... I thought about writing off any expenses of such a meeting and the locale of the subsequent seminar, from this particular meeting...
so, this is how it works
What a world! Not only would the couple be invited to learn about the home-buying process, they would be led in a CoC. I wondered if they would be approached by members. I wondered about the connections between the Church and finances... I thought about how valuable information is shared amongst members of the Church- how communities form and how informed Blacks in Atlanta, proverbially, get down.
interesting...
My exposure to the CoC was a good one. I found the services intellectually/scripturally stimulating and really enjoyed their poetic take on Biblical interpretation. As a young person who grew up attending Church, I was no stranger to the gospel and praise and worship.
Atlanta, resting in the Bible Belt south is still fueled by visions and mechanisms of prosperity through strong ties to Christianity.
I remember a chapter in Our Kind of People titled The Right Church. History and the wave of spiritual energy aligned prosperous folk with certain churches... and now, I was privy to theDoor.
Knowingly or unknowingly, the young couple was a potential client of "Black Society."
the door... I had a bright idea of what was beyond it, having tried the knob myself...
I drove home an hour later after focusing on my computer science. I love myself and my story... I am a fortunate and highly favored individual, no-diggity. And as q-tip's "Getting Up" coursed through my 95 Honda's speakers... I nodded my head in agreement, " we getting up..." fa sho.
-delano
This particular meeting was between a "thirtysomething" real estate agent and a young couple. Though I do not know the industry terminology for this introductory meeting, I tuned in when the agent said, "so, you all are interested in buying a house." Naturally, I was excited for the couple and thought about this particular meeting's significance during this time of economic turmoil. The agent asked some personal questions, beginning with their current living situation which was renting. He asked about the couple's rent and their monthly take-home income before taxes. He asked about lease-breaking policies and other particulars concerning what the couple could afford. He moved into credit scoring and State of Georgia Law concerning obtaining two annual free reports from the three major agencies. He moved into a description of his products and the parts of town the couple was interested in living. Whatever mortgage he was selling/ making a loan offer for he pitched as a "best" option stating it didn't matter what score the couple had... he could help them obtain a mortgage at a fixed rate around 6% saying some times an interest rate of 5.5% was possible. He informed the couple of following the market i.e. the FED. interest rate and its potential to drop. He explained some of the costs attached at making an offer and a $500 fee attached to making a serious off that would be credited to the cost of the house. He closed by inviting the couple to a seminar of some sort at the West End CoC. How interesting!
I was pleased to hear my people sharing valuable information amongst each other in a comfortable, though quite public setting. I thought about such meetings taking place over the years, across the ATL and across the country. I thought about other real estate agents I knew hosting such meetings and the process of home-buying... I thought about writing off any expenses of such a meeting and the locale of the subsequent seminar, from this particular meeting...
so, this is how it works
What a world! Not only would the couple be invited to learn about the home-buying process, they would be led in a CoC. I wondered if they would be approached by members. I wondered about the connections between the Church and finances... I thought about how valuable information is shared amongst members of the Church- how communities form and how informed Blacks in Atlanta, proverbially, get down.
interesting...
My exposure to the CoC was a good one. I found the services intellectually/scripturally stimulating and really enjoyed their poetic take on Biblical interpretation. As a young person who grew up attending Church, I was no stranger to the gospel and praise and worship.
Atlanta, resting in the Bible Belt south is still fueled by visions and mechanisms of prosperity through strong ties to Christianity.
I remember a chapter in Our Kind of People titled The Right Church. History and the wave of spiritual energy aligned prosperous folk with certain churches... and now, I was privy to theDoor.
Knowingly or unknowingly, the young couple was a potential client of "Black Society."
the door... I had a bright idea of what was beyond it, having tried the knob myself...
I drove home an hour later after focusing on my computer science. I love myself and my story... I am a fortunate and highly favored individual, no-diggity. And as q-tip's "Getting Up" coursed through my 95 Honda's speakers... I nodded my head in agreement, " we getting up..." fa sho.
-delano
Saturday, October 25, 2008
lifting waits
dang. i've been slippin. lifting weights is actually one of the most rewarding experiences i've undertaken! i'm just now getting into it and i love it! at the same time, I feel that this comes at just the right time before I leave for physical therapy school.
being a slim guy, the weights seem to stimulate muscle growth like crazy. i'm not lee haney, but you've gotta start somewhere! on that note, I'm not going for the captain swol. look, but i may have to actually take off my shirt so, here it go.
motivation.
in conjunction with the load bearing, I'm supplementing my diet with protein. muscle is made of protein so, if you're working on your body, then boost your system with the building blocks of muscle---
I've waited a long time for this - my work experience keeps me so happy/busy I almost forgot.
--> you. (yeah right lol)
I confess: it's been good. my march towards career excellence is going so well that i actually think about other things. i know it sounds really weak and how lame is it that i share my weakness on-screen? well, the strong parts of me say: be honest. you have one chance to be you at this moment, so be honest. you've changed me on the inside and outside. returning to a period of life when you wern't there seems odd. at the very least, noticeable. for hours - i get to do me and my passion for physical therapy satisfies my soul. I've prayed for relief. Sometimes I hope it would go away and "stop bothering me," but those thoughts are fleeting. Most of the time I'm in this longing state that I've turned into motivation.
if you celebrate i celebrate.
if you hurt i hurt.
please continue being the supersista that you are. i am not ashamed to be this open, though I don't say it to you. my secrets... i want to reveal them. i want to live them...my visions.
the strange part is that I actually believe you have a clue as to what I'm going through. like you know there is a "we" out there.
i care far too much to quit now, that I'm ahead...slow and steady.
When lifting weights, a key ingredient to overloading your muscles is form. how we work, how smooth we are able to navigate the high seas of trial and tribulation, how we are able to cultivate peace during the most volatile of times, is a true marker of character and strength. my thought of the day - this is beyond me, you, or us.... this is God's business and it seems that we are HIS business. may I be used to better the lives of others in all things I do. May you be radiant and happy.
Have a full life. smile. regardless... its helped me to live better. i am forever grateful.
-delano
oh, and for a lil teaser about my secret desires: Samaritan Physical Therapy coming one day soon.
-delano
p.s. the wait has been lifted.
being a slim guy, the weights seem to stimulate muscle growth like crazy. i'm not lee haney, but you've gotta start somewhere! on that note, I'm not going for the captain swol. look, but i may have to actually take off my shirt so, here it go.
motivation.
in conjunction with the load bearing, I'm supplementing my diet with protein. muscle is made of protein so, if you're working on your body, then boost your system with the building blocks of muscle---
I've waited a long time for this - my work experience keeps me so happy/busy I almost forgot.
--> you. (yeah right lol)
I confess: it's been good. my march towards career excellence is going so well that i actually think about other things. i know it sounds really weak and how lame is it that i share my weakness on-screen? well, the strong parts of me say: be honest. you have one chance to be you at this moment, so be honest. you've changed me on the inside and outside. returning to a period of life when you wern't there seems odd. at the very least, noticeable. for hours - i get to do me and my passion for physical therapy satisfies my soul. I've prayed for relief. Sometimes I hope it would go away and "stop bothering me," but those thoughts are fleeting. Most of the time I'm in this longing state that I've turned into motivation.
if you celebrate i celebrate.
if you hurt i hurt.
please continue being the supersista that you are. i am not ashamed to be this open, though I don't say it to you. my secrets... i want to reveal them. i want to live them...my visions.
the strange part is that I actually believe you have a clue as to what I'm going through. like you know there is a "we" out there.
i care far too much to quit now, that I'm ahead...slow and steady.
When lifting weights, a key ingredient to overloading your muscles is form. how we work, how smooth we are able to navigate the high seas of trial and tribulation, how we are able to cultivate peace during the most volatile of times, is a true marker of character and strength. my thought of the day - this is beyond me, you, or us.... this is God's business and it seems that we are HIS business. may I be used to better the lives of others in all things I do. May you be radiant and happy.
Have a full life. smile. regardless... its helped me to live better. i am forever grateful.
-delano
oh, and for a lil teaser about my secret desires: Samaritan Physical Therapy coming one day soon.
-delano
p.s. the wait has been lifted.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
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