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Post by osiris on Feb 6, 2008 13:32:55 GMT -5
It's raining and I don't feel like being up here at the school today. I'm perusing the OO board and not much seems to be going on today. I just remembered that I need to send FullofMe a reply that I was supposed to have done last night; we'll take care of that this afternoon...
I woke up this morning to find my wife meditating ... that was a shock because I've never seen her meditate before. It scared the hell out of me at first because from my vantage point ... it looked liked she was levitating; until I realized that she was sitting on a small wooden block.
My first thought was: I've been meditating all this time and she just begun and she has reached enlightenment already! WTF?!?!
Her chi is very positive ... so, I suspect that she'll be tapping into her kundalini soon as she continues to mind the mind...
O...
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Post by No Screen Name on Feb 6, 2008 13:34:16 GMT -5
I want a diet Sprite.
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Post by blandtaste on Feb 6, 2008 14:17:13 GMT -5
My parents are moving to GA in July and it didn't hit me until I got an email from my mother asking me to help my brother write an essay for this prep academy. I don't know how well I'll be able to deal with them being so far from me, especially since we've only ever been one state away at most. I wrote a poem for him and now I've been crying all day...
For you, who was born with the wit of ages long before and entered the world with vision bigger than your eyes
You, who stretched Mommy's belly bigger than I had, yet took up less room
For tiny hands, grasping for mine, searching for guidance to navigate this new home, this crib, this apartment that grew too small for the 4 of us
For your new room next to mine, when I would enter your sanctuary and watch you sleep, then wake at the sound of my voice
My voice, which sang to you in our secret language, created melodies only you and I could understand, while you fell asleep on my lap.
You, who learned to run before crawling, who never held your tongue, even when you knew not how to form words
For your eyelashes, long and thick like the hair that swings past your shoulders, a rope of your Sansom-strength.
For your small chest I like to make funo of and call scrawny, but I know will someday sprout hair and be a woman's headrest at night
For those feet, which tread your path of greatness and kick off the shackles of a society who fears you for being the image of perfection: a black man.
For your hands, which today are used to shoot basketballs and play Nintendo Wii, but will someday caress a woman's breasts with love and tenderness, and hold her hands when she cries, and massage her temples when they ache...
Your eyes, that spilled heart-wrenching tears when I left home for college, and look out the living room window, anticipating my return.
For your eyes, which are not yet dilated enough to see the grim and judgemental world before you, discounting you as a future criminal, one of THOSE Black men, no one's father, no one's son, no one's husband, certainly not MY BROTHER
Your hands, which will hold a degree instead of a gun, which I hope will never touch a woman in anger, which I hope will never wrap themselves around cold metal prison bars.
For your smile, ever-radiant, ever-shining, stretching across my memory like the setting sun
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Post by Nupey on Feb 6, 2008 14:44:40 GMT -5
So its raining again, I havent been to work in 4 days because of the flu, but I'm starting to feel better since I slept by myself yesterday.
I hope Obama wins, I'm tired of these Uncle Tom's talking about how America isn't READY for a black president, such niccadom...I can't stand it.
Its great to see the Sghro's on campus. Their so pretty, and I can tell the other sororities are getting jealous from the attention they're getting. Oh well....Indiana Week is going to be hot...especially that Kasino Rhoalye....
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Post by BklynPearl on Feb 6, 2008 14:48:26 GMT -5
Um, is this an upgraded RT thread?  |
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Post by blandtaste on Feb 6, 2008 14:50:27 GMT -5
Hey best friend!
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Post by Nupey on Feb 6, 2008 15:00:57 GMT -5
Hey sweetheart, how you been?
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Post by blandtaste on Feb 6, 2008 15:07:11 GMT -5
Good...busy as hell! I may be in PA another year....kill me nowwwwwww
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Post by BklynPearl on Feb 6, 2008 15:09:39 GMT -5
Good...busy as hell! I may be in PA another year....kill me nowwwwwww WHT?? Please 'splain.  |
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Post by blandtaste on Feb 6, 2008 15:19:09 GMT -5
Sigh.
I applied for a fellowship with Philly Fellows, working in the non-profit sector. If selected, I live for free, get a stipend, money for transportation, and a $5k scholarship. All I gotta do now is stay alive..
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Post by osiris on Feb 6, 2008 15:41:36 GMT -5
Um, is this an upgraded RT thread? Well, these thoughts aren't random ... (I think) ... but more of what's going on within your immediate surroundings and anything with(in) you ... I think that the Journal Entries will be a lil' more serious than a random thought such as ... "Where's everyone?" The Journal Entries will possess more detail ... more substance ... O.. PS. I exalted ya' Bland for that poetry. |
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Post by blandtaste on Feb 6, 2008 15:44:06 GMT -5
Thanks, O.
I'm in a really emotional place right now...parents moving, me graduating, etc...I've been writing like crazy
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Post by regaldefined on Feb 6, 2008 16:36:44 GMT -5
Dear Self:
I am tired. So tired. I am tired of being attacked, I am so tired. I keep whirling around....my Momma sick, the docs said it will be a year or so before she no longer walks. I need more money, whats the use of all these degrees if I can't take care of her when she needs it. Such bullshit I just need a hug, but I don't want anybody to fuckin touch me cause I feel like I will just go nuts.
My kid has decided she'll start getting in trouble now, fuckin idiot. She doesn't get it all, this is the wrong time for this "Mamma I didn't mean it, dumb assery at its finest." My girl been mad for like two weeks, I don't know wtf is wrong, well I do she don't really believe me but I can't make her believe me. I am guilty until proven innocent I guess. SSDD
I want to move away. I want run away. I want to be put away. I want to scream, cause I think if I do I won't break. I am so exhausted, so very very exhausted.
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Post by BklynPearl on Feb 6, 2008 16:46:04 GMT -5
Um, is this an upgraded RT thread? Well, these thoughts aren't random ... (I think) ... but more of what's going on within your immediate surroundings and anything with(in) you ... I think that the Journal Entries will be a lil' more serious than a random thought such as ... "Where's everyone?" The Journal Entries will possess more detail ... more substance ... O.. PS. I exalted ya' Bland for that poetry. From reading the posts in here, I do see your point. You get exalted for creating such thread. <---wants to give Regal a big cyberhug ((((((((((REGAL)))))))))) |
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Post by goldenepiphany on Feb 6, 2008 17:14:15 GMT -5
To The Unknown Angel Who Whispered My Name Last Night. I Miss You. For Giving Me A Chance To Know You If Only For Awhile. I Don't Know What To Do About Your Other Chromosomes. Yep He Was Your Half Thank God For Me. I Love My Friends And They Love Me Thank God For Them Because If It Had Not Been For Them Than I Don't Know Where I Would Be.
Lord I Pray For Strength From My Pain And My Hearts Desires...Love Hmmm
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