for your life

it will not fade between the lines of your ferocity
none of this jousting tires my pursuit.
there is but your heel, pacing forward
blistering past the cracks in concrete
steadily supported and comfortable
though you strike surface with
forces of progress.
they feel your prints in japan
curious of such sweet tides
scattering the beach, ribbons of moon
a pattern of patience you overcame long ago

a culture of fear
bubbles up from
the american pie
it is done

shadows of ourselves dance between
screens
silver and silk melodies i hear calling
between tambourine
drum beats of Gaya

arise roots of peace
placing a requiem
upon sun splitting beach
a day is gone
we beneath waves of dreams

Like U Didn't Know

Amigos Nuevos

Fortune! this morning, my heart sunny feeling, included nu tags on my spectrum. Answer to my cares. need equating want, the heart stares some oft fan on snare, a horn once confessed there. ancient crescendo of air. diffuse it even if we aren't here in person. the sudden need for song. to commemorate allthanks unto moments plasmic expanding crystal caves of laughter. paint my insides with a bridge thru time. it will rhyme with those times you felt closest to hopes of dopeness. Author scribes; we are ink strokes. Alotted lines of prose as artists. Our movements lettering the conscious with slathered statements of our soul's protection. The possession of its medium only atmosphere enough to sea. st.augustine my wayright journey to be ...

they will ridicule you and praise you breathless if you let them tide your progress
stand united.
make afroalatin house beats that sample jungle, the pulsing rumble of thunder, waves of dreams.

friday:4 hour therapeutic exercise lab, pubix sub + chips and a drink $4.99, orthopaedics test, and re-take modalities practical exam ... I studied bio mechanics for about an hour.

frinight: p*hatties for the polar bear plunge kickoff. USA was soopa thick with admittedly redneck students and a few less than obvious "i don't want to dance with you" moves... I hit the floor on a mj mix, the best 3 dance blends of the night.

saturday i photgraphed an educational hip hop symposium @ the MOCA Jacksonville - Museam Of Contemporary Arts. 2 of my new buds are visual artists and they asked me to photograph a live composition on stage. The dj dropped jewels from the golden era and siblings Grace and Leo Bio rocked thin wood mediums. in the style of hip hop, Leo took a detour, bubbling letters with a paint brush. Grace created a cityscape sun set with a b-boy and girl.

(Photos coming soon)

Grace went to her day gig that afternoon. Leo and I got pizza. Back @ the mansion Dorian was putting the finishing touches on a new piece of production. The beat had me trading verses with its creator... It evolved to some other beats being played and some percussive addition from me on Dorian's drum set. I'm not a player but can keep time standing next to a snare and splash cymbal. Dorian put us on to this new record he picked up: Waves of Dreams by, Sonny Fortune. All three of us completely flipped out! Free jazz with all the players + a synthesizer. SpA Cy!

Dorian left for a playing gig. Leo shared Herbie Hancock's Crossings

Leo and I picked up Grace. Soon after arriving back at the house, the 3 of us took a walk downtown. The cold cresting two weeks ago as winter warms its chords for the coming spring. We talked about spirits and the history of that ancient Spanish colonial city. Paranormal activity thick as the morning's fog remained invisible yet, nebulous.

We got coffee and hit the Tasting Room to check Dorian playing congas in a latin jazz set for diners, winos in diamonds, and retired hipsters in their 60s. We sat in a vacant couch next to the playing area. Dorian handed out percussion instruments. I played the Wood Guiro, Grace shakers, and Leo Shekere. We lured them to dance.

The Evening finale was Stogies for a St.Augustine jazz cool down. Hard Pear Cider.

Dope.

dilemma

so, a few days a go I thought about my dreams. I wondered who of all the sistas out there I am attracted to/like would surface in the land of subconscious. I don't dream about being with women often. most of my dreams are about me in different places interacting with people or in sometimes odd situations that are usually sexually absent. So, on monday I asked my higher self - who is it that lives in my subconscious b/c clearly, I have too many options in the flesh and I don't have one flippin idea who might think of me in that way foreal foreal. Well, this early morning I had a dream. The dream. Funny, b/c it wasn't who I expected but, surely a sista I could imagine (dream) about being with. Now wide awake, (blood vessels too), I write this short blog asking: is it okay to dream about a sista who has a BF? She is happily taken and I'm happy for her. She's also very far away which is why I didn't pursue her in the past...

distance, a common theme with the sistas whom I fancy. I wonder if I should do anything about the dream...probably wont. it is just neural firings in my brain - but, i will say i think I'm really narrowing down 'my type.'


my morning bliss is good. y'all stay close in all that snow coming your way! delano signing off for breakfast and school. peace!

kwest for 2011

he flew collaborators to hawaii
for a revival of style recording retreat.
under a strict vail, red-eye work ethic, and
compliance with a 'no hipster hats' rule, the maestro
assembled a lineup for his latest
dark twisted fantasy well shielded from the
flashbulbs each contributor was accustomed.

the creative experiment remained un-tweeted about until the rue was ready...

then like waves of aftershocking bass,
kanye released the mixed and matured offspring of the commune
as a series of "Good Friday" tracks, each siphoning listeners into a spiral of 2010 boom-bap
laced with blue-black emo and an assortment of mariner's linked gold chain bling*

he was back and better.

I sat ready to regurgitate listening to the first 5 verses of So Appalled.
Then RZA materializes at the end of the track to exclaim just how
, "fucking ridiculous" a world star's life is.

I actually thought I'd matured past the addictive scent of a new red corvette
till I tried a full cigarillo of loud speaker yeezy, fresh on a friday.
all i could do was hope it wasn't a gateway to something more likely to induce
bobby brown jaw/


oh and by the way, "they shot the nose off the sphinx..."

the night is on my mind (son will still shine)

yo! BigD raps! i successfully recorded my first theatrical rap yesterday with Brotha Son-Christopher and Shawn Kimani! tucked away in a West End studio, we conjured up the beginnings of a jammin song about "not [just] dreaming about getting paid." it had been awhile since being in a room with fresh production, other creative souls, and a working mic. i was stage ready- soon after scribbling a verse and offering a take on the hook Son-Chris composed. This is such a huge stepping stone for me... my first dramatic rap verse with a poetic undertone - comes just as i prepare for my third trimester in Physical Therapy School.

Whew! Soon I'll be back in my apartment in St.Augustine - working towards my future...

PT by day, spirit dancing, poet by nite. If ur lucky you might hear me rap a verse- but don't think I'm gunning for the red carpet...i've got other plans for my orbit*

another recurrent theme this break was my lack of cuddling. Ah well, a few great hugs from friends and some kisses from my home girl mary and I'm good to go! Well, at least excited about what the new year will bring. Continuance is my word of inspiration! I feel very wide eyed being back in atlanta this break. so many faces to admire...yet, those far away seem to stimulate my fantasies of happiness. Sure ATL has PLENTY of fantastic slum beautifuls; my work in college exposed me to all types of 'ice cream.' distance does play a role in how much I'm able to consider a relationship. i wanna be where you are.

this year is about learning more of my craft in order to travel, get my butt out the house, see new cities and people...to reconnect with old friends and to write new songs...
stay tuned, thanks for 2010 - we're surely close to finding forever! :c)

'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.

Master of Ceremonies

First duty as a member of the honor council: master of ceremonies for the signing ceremony. this event familiarizes first term students with our policy to promote academic integrity. after twenty minutes of talks about the consequences of violating the student handbook, the council held its annual dress code fashion show to lighten the mood. i recall our own signing ceremony and remembered laughing seeing advanced students having fun while showing off inappropriate attire for lecture, lab, and professional events. this year, i shared the responsibility with a female co-host to preside over this year's "Flashing Lights Fashion Show." Both incorrect and correct styles of dress were shown and I switched up the music with each, using Kanye's "flashing lights" when appropriate styles were worn and right said fred's "i'm too sexy" (a University favorite) when inappropriate attire was displayed. I closed off the evening wishing students well encouraging then to, "be appropriate, be, smart, and flash your lights!" It was a hit and I received complements from both first term students and members of the council.

"mc means master of ceremonies, some people who mc don't know what this term means."_ATCQ

Honorable Mention

I was elected to the Honor Council at the University of St.Augustine, representing the Purple class of DPT students!

I've wanted this since our first week of graduate school and am excited to share this great news!

(doing a lil dance)

:c)

Trimester Won

1st term is ova!
status update: no official word on making the Honor Council as of yet... bit, its been a great semester! I feel like once I really got the hang of things it was just about over.

My biggest accomplishment: helping to teach a fellow student during finals week, just in time for her to pass the class! So proud of my peers for working hard and taking that giant leap for human kindness!

PT is awesome.. now on with the vacation! ATL are u ready?

-delano :c)

Standing Out

Today I was nominated by a classmate for the Honor Council at The University of St.Augustine! "Employed" to uphold the standards of the University, the Council serves to internally protect the reputation of the physical therapy profession at the graduate level. A distinguished privilege; it will come down to a vote from my class as a whole and I'm excited to be the first student nominated! As an active participant in all of our classes, I build my reputation as a vocal and participating student in the overall learning process. Its my unlikely B.S. degree in Health Physical Education and Recreation that I attribute to my ability to instruct others and communicate effectively.

This semester has been a trying one. Medical Physiology and Skills challenge my ability to learn very detailed information and retain it for practical use in the courses to come.

Early on I yearned for a study group to best attack the massive volume of information presented to us in an accelerated fashion. It wasn't an easy task even for a highly sociable person like myself. The Purple Class demographics reflect the profession as a whole - white females making up the majority of practicing therapists. Their male counterparts seemed my biggest challenge to reach in terms of building my social network. There were times my ability to perform well in class seemed to annoy them, especially early in the semester. I made a curriculum adjustment, dropping anatomy just before midterms. This allowed me to focus on the material at hand and retain more information and perform better on tests. This strategy is often praised by faculty who call it a more normal approach to PT School and prepare students better for clinical work. So, far, the second half of the semester has reflected that to a "T." My grades improved in all areas and I'm looking very good going into finals...


A second bright moment in my day arose just after our last Clinical Massage laboratory.
After seeing me train my body in the gym yesterday, our instructor found out from other students that I'm a skilled dancer. After class he approached me offering insight to a unique clinical internship that might be available during the 6th term. Two alumni of the University now work for Cirque du Soleil. My personal interest in dance and ability to perform complex movement pattern piqued his interest and thus he shared with me a very interesting chance at having a very special clinical internship down the road.

Folks, my insides are doing back flips! What a wonderful intersection along my path to have a faculty member offer such a parallel opportunity with my vision for a non traditional approach to treating patients!

I can say with preparedness, that time is on my side. I thanked God immediately for making me exactly who I am and for showing me the door to what may be a foot into my future! I'm excited and have to meet a classmate at 7pm. One hour to eat and chill... then its back to being a student...a stand out student at that!

the great long time coming

good things take time
and i've run out of impatience

Big Boi's solo effort dropped and in
grand fashion I've found a relic
of prosperity in OutKast
yet again...

Always there with something immeasurable
musical projects often required multiple listens
to fully digest.

So, uncanny being right on time
was the Stray Bullets Mixtape from Dungeon Family
First generator Cee-Lo Green.

With the effervescent Janelle Monae splattering magazines from Vogue to TRACE
and Threestax (aka Sunny Valentine) all over Ciara's "Ride" remix
I've had a good friday.

the Lo, mixtape emerged from the blogosphere a few weeks ago
and the Nike commercial featuring Dre was something I found on youtube
a short wile ago also...he's mashed up with the Beatles doing just what he
fancies to bring us "All Together Now."

the other nature of 'Kast's galactic funky ride thru the A-Town
surprised me first on facebook showing up as a friends profile picture rocking a Woodward Academy hoodie.

For those who don't know its the perfect fit for a member of the group forging southern duality thru the musical cosmos.
Woodward is an ex military non parochial private school in College Park, GA just a few miles from Tri Cities High School where the duo met. My personal alma mater, WA is a world away from Freaknik and yesterday's fried folklore of Atlanta's urban cuisine.



Somehow, the hoodie I now make infamous, surfaced in the video for "Shine Blockas" off the latest full length DF release: Sir Lucius Left Foot: The Son of Chico Dusty.

the fellas who captivated my attention in 96 with ATLiens, notwithstanding their seminal 1994 introduction, are still relevant and working in the most fickle of industries - my blog and playlist!

the birth of daze and tomorrows unfolding window

I started this blog to chronicle not only my life, but my personal feelings. Early posts indicate my affinity for the pursuance of a dream. No one ever really dies. She was/ is smart. The kinda smart that is able to change the world around her... And in the face I found so tender, I began my quest for Zelda. I got the idea that she, like many bloomers, wasn't always celebrated for her looks - ravishing dark skin and natural hair. Her look has grown on the world. And in step with the cosmopolitan, she was seen in gorgeous locks and later in a short curly do. Yes, her flavors always spoke to me. And I smile a little as I reminisce.

Life got tough and all I know is that she adapted. That same spirit of internal competition and intelligence garnered her much success at an early age and I have no proof - or doubt - that she is still at the leading edge of the curve. She was quiet (at times) and a visionary, I admired her stylistic details. That same drive may have contributed to the downfall of our encounter.

My readers, that encounter forever changed me and though I have moved on with my life, I allow my honest self to never forget the world series that wasn't.


Perhaps liking someone to her core scared her. My sister expressed similar sentiments over a guy she "could no longer pursue." And at the core of it was his ability to alter her consciousness. To get to her. And this frightened her to def. She described him as terrible...

Well, some five years later - I feel compelled to read from an archived chapter. For a day. I really don't know, but hear glimpses of the story in Janelle Monae's Archandroid. And there is danger in my eyes, for I have to go myself and find the other side of being 'Locked Inside." The greatest gift I've received is hearing my story unfold in music. I will continue to listen and accept the captivation before me as God's confirmation of LOVE.

So much going on with school and a new special genius has found her way to my rescue. And I pray for her. She is more deserving of happiness than many I've known. I do not pity her - I'm amazed! She is worthy of exploration - which I could see taking a lifetime...

Just in time to see a bulbous purple cloud in the distance from my balcony float amongst the whispy (possible cirrus) tide in the sky... and for a moment to look into my past and walk into my future.

Sitting Tall (Studying Hard)

i had an encounter with my future today!

i was in office max making copies of the brachial plexus and was questioned about the illustration by a customer

I told him I was in PT school.

the older East Indian looking man inquired about my studies seeking advise about some discomfort he was having in the back of his legs/thigh region.

even though my education is in its early phase I was called upon by the community to assist in helping out. i offered my free consultation which included asking about the chair he usually sits in at home before feeling discomfort... I questioned him about the seat's depth, specifically b/c he has having soreness in the back of his thigh. lo and behold, he confirmed that when sitting near the back of the chair, he felt discomfort, but when he sat at the end of the chair he felt fine. he also said he sleeps in the chair (at the back of the chair) and feels discomfort when he wakes up.

interestingly, I learned about such discomfort when fitting patients for wheel chairs...
how interesting that I was tested in a real life situation and was able to use my limited knowledge to potentially confirm some symptoms and or causation!

I've got a while...and a long green mile to go, but I'm on my way!

2points for learning!

setting the pace

lucid dreams every night... i guess its the new bed
studying everyday (i pray it stays in my head!)

I'm being fed by new lessons
the school is great
no time to wait, 1st class at eight!

I'll holla!

students

the first day of grad school proved both interesting and challenging.

as to prepare us for the road that lives ahead, we were introduced to medical physiology, skills, and massage as mostly an introductory greeting to the modus operandi of the university and the specific culture of each course.

physiology has some very specific content and we begin our lecture on the electrical excitation of the cardiovascular system.

skills is a course that teaches about some of the functional duties of the clinician

massage is self explanatory.


I am meeting many of my 65 peers slowly yet, with smiles.

we are a unique bunch and i hope to form lasting bonds, as we undoubtedly need the support and assistance of each other. there are benefits to us all doing well, besides the obvious - i hope and seek to hold up my end of the bargain.

stay tuned space cadets... our flight is just beginning...

-d