i showed out last nite!
i received great complements from patrons of Culturgasm at Luella's Soul Food Restaurant. My performance was called, "Theatrical..." and the dj asked me if I'd ever considered writing a one-man-play... I have another show this sunday! That show's host was electrified by my show last night! I'm happy to impress her and the crowd with my poetic talents. I spoke of peace, collective integrity, and our history.
My new friend Abby is pregnant by a married man. :c( Whoa. How many strikes is that?
-delano
Friday, April 25, 2008
Monday, April 21, 2008
:c)
I'm nearing the end of my semester at Atlanta Metropolitan College! Physics and Statistics are both well under control and I started reviewing for my final in Physics (two -weeks away) today.
I'm proud of myself!
I have a few more graded assignments in each class prior to the finals so ... as confirmed in Physics tonight, we've covered almost all of our major information. I hope to score well on our web-assignment this weekend. Also, there will be an assignment in STATS either tomorrow or Thursday. Get Ready is my motto for the next 48 hrs.
My dood SMART was contacted by rapper Ludacris. How cool! I hope he is able to share his talents with the world.
I would also like to send prayerful peace to my new friend Abby. Her brother is locked up on intent to distribute and its a hard case to talk his way out of...
She is also working hard on a job that isn't her immediate passion. I'm glad she's been recognized for doing excellent work around the office. I hope she's able to progress to her area of desired employment. Psychotherapy. She's a mystic but needs to cleanse her body and mind prior to trusting herself more. It will help her to live a life she can rationally trust in order for her to demonstrate more self-actualized movements in her life. Her intuition is inline with the Universe, so trusting will make things more clear and hopefully provide a greater sense of peace and willingness to "go with the flow."
-delano
I'm proud of myself!
I have a few more graded assignments in each class prior to the finals so ... as confirmed in Physics tonight, we've covered almost all of our major information. I hope to score well on our web-assignment this weekend. Also, there will be an assignment in STATS either tomorrow or Thursday. Get Ready is my motto for the next 48 hrs.
My dood SMART was contacted by rapper Ludacris. How cool! I hope he is able to share his talents with the world.
I would also like to send prayerful peace to my new friend Abby. Her brother is locked up on intent to distribute and its a hard case to talk his way out of...
She is also working hard on a job that isn't her immediate passion. I'm glad she's been recognized for doing excellent work around the office. I hope she's able to progress to her area of desired employment. Psychotherapy. She's a mystic but needs to cleanse her body and mind prior to trusting herself more. It will help her to live a life she can rationally trust in order for her to demonstrate more self-actualized movements in her life. Her intuition is inline with the Universe, so trusting will make things more clear and hopefully provide a greater sense of peace and willingness to "go with the flow."
-delano
Friday, April 18, 2008
brown baggin it
can i tell you of my joys and not my sorrow?
here it is. I was given an opportunity unlike many in the world. a safe ascension into adulthood. true many of my choices kept me aligned with my Divine purpose, but I cannot explain being born of my parents. they sacrificed all, so that I might have a chance out here to make it. to make something of myself. and look at me. here living with them still. though I will apply to a doctoral program very soon, I cannot help but feel it is too little to late. as i typed those words, they sounded a lil silly, given this is the rest of my life I'm speaking of... but for now. at 26, I have far to go - "miles to go before I sleep." Something natural is forcing me out of this situation but at the same time keeping me here until further notice. It will be an interesting ride these next few months. Quickly they approach...the days of winter when wonderland was delivered wrapped in pretty brown paper.
I feel stupid for not having enough Faith growing up. I feel slighted for not having enough guidance, and I feel fortunate for becoming so cautious. I actually do like myself; is that enough? No. I'm not satisfied. I could go for the gusto and rent just to get out... or I can chill and get a house when the time is right... When I was younger I thought about "you." I wondered what you would would be like... And things really got interesting when I actually met you. Like nine years hitting me all at once. In the flesh. I couldn't have been happier. Just as I imagined. More like me than I could fathom...and from around the way. I Am not just liking some random chick. I hope to not be to late to fulfil my duties to you. That is how I feel too... "dutied" to you. Like, I know it in my bones... and my choices either bring me closer or further the gap. (I have no doubt that you are progressing as you always do... may I not be a burden upon your back, nor an irksome trouble in your mind, nor a worry upon your spirit)
I simply miss you and there is no chemical that can replace you and no other who can captivate me like you. I have much to live for and part of that motivation prepares me for a second encounter... well, time is telling.
you already know - so smart - so forward thinking... they amaze me, your speeds. fast as lightning slow as a snail... --you're making me giggle--
WE ARE
the I AM
the HERE and NOW
ALWAYS & FOREVER
LIVING ASCENSION
May the Grace of the Lord be with us all, Amen.
here it is. I was given an opportunity unlike many in the world. a safe ascension into adulthood. true many of my choices kept me aligned with my Divine purpose, but I cannot explain being born of my parents. they sacrificed all, so that I might have a chance out here to make it. to make something of myself. and look at me. here living with them still. though I will apply to a doctoral program very soon, I cannot help but feel it is too little to late. as i typed those words, they sounded a lil silly, given this is the rest of my life I'm speaking of... but for now. at 26, I have far to go - "miles to go before I sleep." Something natural is forcing me out of this situation but at the same time keeping me here until further notice. It will be an interesting ride these next few months. Quickly they approach...the days of winter when wonderland was delivered wrapped in pretty brown paper.
I feel stupid for not having enough Faith growing up. I feel slighted for not having enough guidance, and I feel fortunate for becoming so cautious. I actually do like myself; is that enough? No. I'm not satisfied. I could go for the gusto and rent just to get out... or I can chill and get a house when the time is right... When I was younger I thought about "you." I wondered what you would would be like... And things really got interesting when I actually met you. Like nine years hitting me all at once. In the flesh. I couldn't have been happier. Just as I imagined. More like me than I could fathom...and from around the way. I Am not just liking some random chick. I hope to not be to late to fulfil my duties to you. That is how I feel too... "dutied" to you. Like, I know it in my bones... and my choices either bring me closer or further the gap. (I have no doubt that you are progressing as you always do... may I not be a burden upon your back, nor an irksome trouble in your mind, nor a worry upon your spirit)
I simply miss you and there is no chemical that can replace you and no other who can captivate me like you. I have much to live for and part of that motivation prepares me for a second encounter... well, time is telling.
you already know - so smart - so forward thinking... they amaze me, your speeds. fast as lightning slow as a snail... --you're making me giggle--
WE ARE
the I AM
the HERE and NOW
ALWAYS & FOREVER
LIVING ASCENSION
May the Grace of the Lord be with us all, Amen.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
lockets of ink
I was reminded today of why I keep people close. Nothing in particular sparked my reminisce, but with time things change and the recollection of how things were never seems to go away. In my recent days I've been wanting to speak with aunt mildred, but couldn't... I know when I think of her she hears, but it's not the same as going to visit her, help her around her apartment, taking her shopping, cleaning for her, or even visiting her in the hospital... What is done is done. I am very glad to have been an adopted nephew to her and to help her when her blood family was unable or didn't care.
I digress... I love you because your existence is like God smiling on me. You are sunshine in my life like 5:45pm springtime...a reminder of noon, welcoming evening.
I am sure there are others out there who would make me happy. You however, are something different. I love you when I shouldn't. When things go well and when times are hard. Your strength radiates from that month like lasting chastisement. Your tenderness is an abode of mine. I will see and have seen many things. They pale in comparison to Black Woman Rising. I am very much changed by you, by God, by my decisions. I've never been... You are my first and I see why it is hard for some to openly accept emotions. It is not easy, nor is it what I expected. However, I love you and there is nothing that will change that. I am beyond wanting you. You're simply a part of me now, and with that... I keep you in my locket.
I'm not one for necklaces anymore, so think of it as a locket of ink, under my skin, a badge of honor I parade for the people.
And I think some ladies are perceptive enough to notice my art in this city of ink. they look at me like none have ever before. I'm not really prepared for all this attention. Coming out of left field, they say, "Delano for President..." Part of it is that there are few who can claim to have "had" me...for this there are no rumors good or bad floating out there about me. There were times I would have liked to answer a few of their questions, but I'm comfortable with my position. Life seems so short...this is why I blog these things. I deeply hope to share this with you if you haven't found it already... alas, reality. I do not know. And because I don't know I will err on the side of optimism. Be there a day that I see you again, like they were but better. Be there a day I can do simple things with you and complex things too. Be there a day when you tell me the quiet offerings of your heart. I fantasize about life...not smutty orgies and Sodom. I have this tattoo... an emotional scar I allowed to scab over. I applied ointment of cloves and drinks, poor advise, and pain... But all I seem to see is art. You move like a ballerina with the voice of reason and determination. Your style is impecible. Your face is soft. Your smile is as freely given as it is to be earned. You are a challenge in my life, that I might succeed. I will continue... I hope to show you my tattoo.
I digress... I love you because your existence is like God smiling on me. You are sunshine in my life like 5:45pm springtime...a reminder of noon, welcoming evening.
I am sure there are others out there who would make me happy. You however, are something different. I love you when I shouldn't. When things go well and when times are hard. Your strength radiates from that month like lasting chastisement. Your tenderness is an abode of mine. I will see and have seen many things. They pale in comparison to Black Woman Rising. I am very much changed by you, by God, by my decisions. I've never been... You are my first and I see why it is hard for some to openly accept emotions. It is not easy, nor is it what I expected. However, I love you and there is nothing that will change that. I am beyond wanting you. You're simply a part of me now, and with that... I keep you in my locket.
I'm not one for necklaces anymore, so think of it as a locket of ink, under my skin, a badge of honor I parade for the people.
And I think some ladies are perceptive enough to notice my art in this city of ink. they look at me like none have ever before. I'm not really prepared for all this attention. Coming out of left field, they say, "Delano for President..." Part of it is that there are few who can claim to have "had" me...for this there are no rumors good or bad floating out there about me. There were times I would have liked to answer a few of their questions, but I'm comfortable with my position. Life seems so short...this is why I blog these things. I deeply hope to share this with you if you haven't found it already... alas, reality. I do not know. And because I don't know I will err on the side of optimism. Be there a day that I see you again, like they were but better. Be there a day I can do simple things with you and complex things too. Be there a day when you tell me the quiet offerings of your heart. I fantasize about life...not smutty orgies and Sodom. I have this tattoo... an emotional scar I allowed to scab over. I applied ointment of cloves and drinks, poor advise, and pain... But all I seem to see is art. You move like a ballerina with the voice of reason and determination. Your style is impecible. Your face is soft. Your smile is as freely given as it is to be earned. You are a challenge in my life, that I might succeed. I will continue... I hope to show you my tattoo.
Saturday, April 5, 2008
Imma Do Me
so, i was listening to jay-z gangster ish (The Nigerian Gangster mash-up)and feelin like crap. hard to discount black success, but at what cost? our family is turning into individuals... we all have our own minds and bodies, but collectiveism is a way of life for me. some may feel it a weakness, a co-dependence of sorts... but i didn't build my honda nor do i grow my own food. co-dependence is why there is more than one human being in this experiment of soul... I believe The Creator intended for us to aid each other while confined to this planet. I am working through a fascinating time in my life, where my success seems to echo universal success... rather I'm discovering how important I Am in the Grand Scheme of Things. What can I do but serve certain humanity, within reach?
trains i hear youth calling me forward
"children of the night"
"young dusk dancers"
the world is changing, really it is "changed," and we kinda play catch-up on a daily basis... the decisions that shape tomorrow were made yesterday and the present is all we have. our final frontier and last chance to change what will be. I challege all my space cadets to fear not the monotony...for your focus is fuel. At any given moment you can impact the globe for good. Find "teachable moments" in everyday life, learn something about your-self.. make a smile. cause a smile. give a smile...
life is not "getting to me" as much as my imperfections are and this morning I feel relieved to have this diary of sorts. Keeping a diary is splendid. Safer than safe sex lasting longer than regrets, my blog. I'm blogging about blogging... yes, i'm a writer and am getting better at it by the day. One must constantly think and internally dialogue, in a coherent fashion in order to express complex ideas effeciently and effectively. I am fortunate to have such abilities at a young age. Really, I'm glad my abilities are marketable. NOTE TO SELF--I need to study grammer books and PROOF READ--
It's a wonderful struggle, a beautiful fault of mine... ego. "Imma do me, watch me do me." Ha!
trains i hear youth calling me forward
"children of the night"
"young dusk dancers"
the world is changing, really it is "changed," and we kinda play catch-up on a daily basis... the decisions that shape tomorrow were made yesterday and the present is all we have. our final frontier and last chance to change what will be. I challege all my space cadets to fear not the monotony...for your focus is fuel. At any given moment you can impact the globe for good. Find "teachable moments" in everyday life, learn something about your-self.. make a smile. cause a smile. give a smile...
life is not "getting to me" as much as my imperfections are and this morning I feel relieved to have this diary of sorts. Keeping a diary is splendid. Safer than safe sex lasting longer than regrets, my blog. I'm blogging about blogging... yes, i'm a writer and am getting better at it by the day. One must constantly think and internally dialogue, in a coherent fashion in order to express complex ideas effeciently and effectively. I am fortunate to have such abilities at a young age. Really, I'm glad my abilities are marketable. NOTE TO SELF--I need to study grammer books and PROOF READ--
It's a wonderful struggle, a beautiful fault of mine... ego. "Imma do me, watch me do me." Ha!
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