The Butterfly...

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The last, the very last,

So richly, brightly, dazzlingly yellow.

Perhaps if the sun’s tears would sing

against a white stone. . . .     Such, such a yellow....   Is carried lightly ‘way up high.

It went away I’m sure because it wished to

Radiant butterfly shot taken in the widow of my apartment 

kiss the world good-bye.

For seven weeks I’ve lived in here,

Penned up inside this ghetto.

But I have found what I love here.

The dandelions call to me

And the white chestnut branches in the court.

Only I never saw another butterfly.

That butterfly was the last one.

Butterflies don’t live in here,

in the ghetto.

- by Pavel Friedman

Pavel Friedmann was born in Prague on January 7, 1921. He was deported to Terezin on April 26, 1942 and later to Auschwitz, where he died on September 29, 1944.

Five Senses Friday.....

Abby Try Again does a weekly Five Senses Friday where she sits down and reflects on the last few days. She’s always encouraging other bloggers to do the same so I thought I would join in on the experience ^-^ 

Seeing:

Seeing   the unity between the cultures as we all share in the same hustle… Recycling.

Feeling:

Feeling inspired as I drive through the familiar streets in search of the something unknown. 

Touching:

Touching the knife to create pieces of bell pepper for my supper... The sharp blade slices more than just the pepper... ouch  -_-

Tasting:

Tasting the “hard work” and “foot” of a meal gone right…lol I made penne pasta tonight…

Smelling:

Smelling the lit incense gave me the incentive to write…. The chocolate chip cookies are done… Goodnight. 

No Thanks.

Forget about the "black death" and replace it with a "black friday." 

Just a coincidence i bet.... 


Step one... 

An allied Puritan and Mohegan force under English Captain John Mason attacks a Pequot village in Connecticut, burning or massacring Indian women, men, and children. This is known as the "Pequot Massacre." 

The Pequot Massacre led to the “Thanksgiving” festivities. The day after the massacre, the aforementioned Governor Massachusetts Bay Colony declared: “A day of Thanksgiving, thanking God that they had eliminated Indian men, women and children.” It was signed into law that, “This day forth shall be a day of celebration and thanksgiving for subduing the Pequots.”

(Those who are indigenous to this land we call “The United States of America” have been long misrepresented and pushed out of American history textbooks in favor of glorifying those who now rule this nation and represent the dominant culture. What kind of democracy are we when education institutions and teachers refuse to mention the fact that 10 to 30 million Natives were killed at the hands of European invasion and colonialism? What is the point of having a “free market of ideas” when selective and biased history is being taught to our children?)

(~Broken Mystic~WP)

Step Two... "Finish Them Off."


As stated by James W. Loewen, author of “Lies My Teacher Told Me,” many college students are unaware of the horrific plague that devastated and significantly reduced the population of Natives after Columbus’ arrival in the “new world.” Most diseases came from animals that were domesticated by Europeans. Cowpox from cows led to smallpox, which was later “spread through gifts of blankets by infected Europeans.” Of the twelve high school textbooks Professor Loewen studied and analyzed, only three offer some explanation that the plague was a factor of European colonization. The nine remaining textbooks mention almost nothing, and two of them omit the subject altogether. He writes: “Each of the other seven furnishes only a fragment of a paragraph that does not even make it into the index, let alone into students’ minds.” (~Broken Mystic~WP)

Why is it important to mention the plague? It reinforced European ethnocentricism which hardly produced a “friendly” relationship between the Natives and Europeans. To most of the Pilgrims and Europeans, the Natives were heathens, savages, treacherous, and Satanic. Upon seeing thousands of dead Natives, the Governor of Massachusetts Bay Colony, John Winthrop, called the plague “miraculous.”
(~Broken Mystic~WP)

Enjoy your turkey! =D

“Who controls the past controls the future; who controls the present controls the past.” George Orwell, the author of “1984”

Lupe Fiasco Calls MTV “Illuminati’s Favorite Network”

Oh snap…MTV (illuminati’s favorite network) back on the attack…why can’t y’all just chill out? Salacious banality @ the speed of light? I think I’ve been very good natured with you. I personally know several employees of your company. You guys know me as well. I’m confused. Where is the true music journalism??? where is Suchin?!! What happened? Where are the honest critiques of cultural expression? For it’s not about being RIGHT it’s about being HOT. Fame over self-awareness and virtue. Hedonism over self respect. Celebrity over cerebral. A destroying force in our culture and society just like rest of the useless vapid spectacles that pour out of our tv’s and radios.

What are we supposed to be learning from you? What is your point? Do you have a point beyond corporate sponsored distraction? Your a materialistic shell of your former self that can only identify with celebrity pageantry and instant gratification. Corporate garbage pushing plastic lifestyles and wasteful, destructive behavior into the brains of the youth of the world. So when your relevance thins in2 a whisper & the stock price collapses and you have 2 come 2 grips with the mess you made. I’ll be here 4 ya. We’ll be here. With hands full of baby powder 2 smack some sense back into your body & a warm shoulder to cry on. We want the REAL MTV back!

Apparently displeased with this article from MTV, Lupe Fiasco spoke his mind on Twitter about the network on October 21st. 

Lyrics of the day...

"Walk Alone"

(feat. Truck North, P., Dice Raw)

[Truck North]

Trapped, no shield, no sword

The unbeaten path got my soul so sore

Allured by the lust, something money can't cure

The Devil want me as is, but God he want more

Eyes closed, eyes open, great another day, here we go

like a nigga woke up late in The Truman Show

Living life without a care, mean pokerface

But I'm forced to play solitaire till I get up out of here

Move like a wanted man with a bounty on his head

Work alone, sleep alone, eat alone, daily bread

Counting till my fingers red, how you gon' judge a man

walking in the shoes of a man with a broken leg?

Flame on the trail headed for the powder keg

Last place in the race I ain't never led

Like I ain't never bled, time to get up out of bed

Serving in the army of one, it's on again

Walk alone, I walk alone, you know I walk it alone

I always been on my own, ever since the day I born

So I don't mind walking alone

[P.]

I'm in a chess match, I'm in a death trap

I'm tryna find out where the eggs in the nest at

I'm one blood when the sky turns jet black

No love in the world can correct that

I'm in a slow lane, I'm on my Cobain

I'm in the new spot tryna run a old game

I got a new chick, put out my old flame

No peace, no sleep, no love for a young beast

You can put me in a cage

You can put me in the jungle where the lion get blazed

There ain't no hell like the hell I raise

I'd die in the bed I made 'fore I lay with a love I loathe

I'm a snake in the garden of bones

I'm a loner in a world of clones

I'm the piece that don't belong, see I roam

where the the Reaper roam till they put my name on a stone

[Black Thought]

The longest walk I'll probably ever be on

The Road to Perdition, guess I'm finna get my plea on

I pray these wings strong enough to carry me on

I promise every second felt as if it took an eon

Walking like the lost boys of Sierra Leone

The trail of tears what they got me like a Cherokee on

Between the ears something I require therapy on

for the working the bone like my name Robert Dion

I go above and beyond, the duty called, truly y'all

Even though they kind of blew me off like a booty call

Asked me if I'm just another muli or a movie star

Forced to face the +music+ like a graduate of Juilliard

Walk alone, talk alone, get my Charlie Parker on

Make my make alone, shed light upon the dark alone

Get my sparkle on, it's a mission I'm embarking on

A kamikaze in the danger zone far from home

Yo!!! Remember....

Man I miss PingMag

Another collaboration of Buytronick Vs. Stinkfish: “Stink love Q,” including a Mexican señor with sombrero in front. From Excusado’s Mexico trip.

A work in prorgress: Buytron Vs. Stinkfish - “Azcapotzalco Production” in north western Mexico City. From Excusado’s Mexico trip.

Timescapes.....

TimeScapes: Rapture from Tom Lowe @ Timescapes on Vimeo.

N.E.R.D. Nothing Album

This album has classic potential however....  I am still a "In search of" junkie (shout out to my girl kelis lol)

http://n-e-r-d.com/news/

Random Wednesdays

Went out in service today… Had a blast exposing the true origins of Christmas to a local interested one (hello bible study ^_^)\

Realized that I could have made my own breakfast sandwich and saved five bucks!

Had another interview (went great) < that’s a lie. Realized that they could possibly be looking for a drone so I went full blast with the T!!! I joked, cried and laugh with them though of course they WERE INDEED LAUGHING AT ME. -_-

On the way home I notice that homeless signs are becoming a bit too racy for me although very clever…. The sign read: “SEX!!!! ….. Now that I have your attention… I’m broke hungry and heartbroken. Give me your wallet. ????? “

Well I says….”

The career of the homeless is evolving… No longer are they asking for change but not 1, not 2, but 5 dollars!!! Another sign that that we are STILL in a recession. I may just take this type of work part-time. I mean it’s getting easier. All you have to do is explain that you have kids in the car and you ran out of gas… Or you can just go up to someone’s window with your hand out WITHOUT SAYING A WORD (people know what’s up, you need that 5 dollas)….  Hey, I’m still on unemployment people… No interviews needed??? Man… This job is mine! =D I AM THE LIZARD QUEEN!!!!! (been wanting to say that for a while… simpsons fan)

Last adventure of the day… THE SANTA MONICA LIBRARY ADVENTURES!!! Everybody loves the fart game aye?????  Well you guess it… The game was on… As I look for something to entertain me for the night, someone lets out one of those creepy long (dehydrated) atomic bombs… There was an awkward silence followed by my expression: “Alright…………………………………..” giggle, giggle, choke, fall out in tears laughing. Yep folks… I thought it was hilarious so shoot me.

Random photos of the day:

sooooooooooooooooooo... yea... im out.

Just because I love em...

Banksy is the pseudonym of a British graffiti artist, political activist and painter, whose identity is unconfirmed. His satirical street art and subversive epigrams combine irreverent dark humour with graffiti done in a distinctive stencilling technique. Such artistic works of political and social commentary have been featured on streets, walls, and bridges of cities throughout the world.

Banksy's work was born out of the Bristol underground scene which involved collaborations between artists and musicians. According to author and graphic designer Tristan Manco, Banksy "was born in 1974 and raised in Bristol, England. The son of a photocopier technician, he trained as a butcher but became involved in graffiti during the great Bristol aerosol boom of the late 1980s." Observers have noted that his style is similar to Blek le Rat, who began to work with stencils in 1981 in Paris and members of the anarcho-punk band Crass who maintained a graffiti stencil campaign on the London Tube System in the late 1970s and early 1980s.

Lyrics of the day...

Common: Ghetto Heaven Part Two Lyrics

[verse 1]

Searchin for a love, throughout the ghetto

Young girls is thick, righteousness is narrow

I got my third, I want the sparrow

Want my peoples straight and rock sweet apparrel

The mother of my child, we not together

Baby it's your back, I got forever

As the weather, talks to us

Him rockin the holy spirit walks through us

The blunted eyes of the youth search for a guide

A thug is a lost man in disguise

The rise and fall, of a nation, even when the buildings tumble

I still stand tall, I walk through the valley, wit a life preserver

Feelin at times, that I might just murder

Yo but that ain't what I was sent for

I want folks to say his life it meant more

Than ? any ca, any ba ca? any broad

He found geto heaven in himself and god

[d'angelo]

Geto heaven...

Standin in some geto heaven

Geto heaven...

Standin in some geto heaven

Geto...

[verse 2]

Love, your happiness don't begin wit a man

Strong woman, why should you depend on a man

I understand you want a man that's resourceful

If he pay your bills, he feel like he bought you

Talkin to a friend, about what love is

Her man didn't love her, 'cause he didn't love his

Hugged her from afar, said what I felt

You never find a man, till you find yourself

Time helps mistakes, you can learn from

'cause one man f***ed up men you shouldn't turn from

You want a certain type of guy, gotta reach a certain point too

At the destination, a king will annoint you

Goin through the storm, many bodies stay warm

That relationship died, for you to be born, you worth more

Than anything you could cop in a store

For you to grow he had to go so what you stoppin him for

Not even I could ignore bein alone it's hard

Find heaven in yourself and god

[d'angelo]

I know I love my baby

My baby loves me

I'm layin in some heaven, need a little company, yeah

It's twenty four seven, time to get some geto heaven

Time to get some geto heaven

Geto heaven, geto heaven

It's time to get some geto heaven

Time to get some geto heaven, ohhhhhh...

[verse 3]

This music is so much bigger than me

As far as happy, yo it's like a trigger to me

Dealin with crab rappers, and groupie broads

Record execs, at times it do be hard

But to choose words, and be heard across waters

Doin something you like to support daughters

Keepin your guys who collectin court orders

Conveyin messages that the ancestors brought us

Thought of things to say to become the end thing for the day

Somehow, that didn't seem the way for me to make it

Music is a gift that is sacred

I hope you didn't use it hopin you could grow to it

Whether servin or a surgeon, you gon go through it

Can't imagine goin through it, without soul music

It's like donnie hath' helped me see lonnie's path

On my behalf, let's take whole steps to imhotep

And show depth, as we make people nod

Find heaven in this music and god

Find heaven in this music and god

Find heaven in this music and god

[d'angelo]

Geto heaven

Geto heaven

Geto heaven, yeah, yeah

Geto heaven, my baby

Geto heaven, my baby

Geto heaven, my baby

Geto heaven, my baby

Geto heaven, my baby..

'The Black Hole'

Short Film 'The Black Hole' from PHOTOPLAY FILMS on Vimeo.

Dinner and a Movie???

So I love my friends… A lot… And we all got together (the original ninjas) to enjoy some of that homeeeeee….. cooked ^_^

On the menu:

                Alfredo Farfelle with a choice of Chicken, Shrimp, or Scallops.

                Fresh baked  Filone

                And for desert: Nutella and Strawberries on a Stick! (thanks sis)

Hypocritical Tee…

I believe that one of the hardest things in life is seeing your OWN LIFE for what it is. Sure you can sit and crush the whole world for it’s random philosophies but how is it contributing to YOUR PERSONAL growth? It doesn’t. It hinders you from enjoying your own life because your soooo busy dusting off the dirt of others when you should be ridding your heart of it’s massive cob-webs. Yup folks! Hypocrisy! I am guilty of it… I was aware that I had a slight problem with it but with a little help from a friend today, I am now able to see just how HUGE this problem is. I promise that is not intentional. I don’t think I am better than anyone. I just think different. But…. We all do (That’s something that I probably should put on a few post-its around the house.) Hypocrisy is easier to fall into than you think especially when you have been exposed to so many lies in which YOU decide to change YOUR whole life around.

After a while you forget who you were, why you were, and what made you what you are today. You forget that everyone has their own perspective, goals, and beliefs. Hypocrisy… I hate it. It’s not me. It’s all of the insecurities that dwell naturally in the imperfect state of the human heart. I give. I love giving. I receive. I love. I judge. I am judged by everyone but especially by myself (3x). As much as I would love to just shut up, I can’t. I will try harder but I don’t believe that this is something you can just completely do away with. I just want to roam the earth as this loving, kind, peaceful flower-child. I don’t mean any harm. I want to help others. I want a healing tongue. I need it. When I think about all the things that I judge others on, I am not or was not too far from the tree. I’ve probably climbed it, ate the leaves, made a tree-house and attached a tire-swing for anything Lol!!! With that said, I have along way to go. My behavior has been unacceptable lately. I need to pay more attention to myself and if someone you know could use a few reminders (including yourself) don’t spare them! If they are mature, they will appreciate THE LOVE you’re giving. 

What is Love?

Vivian (Miss Vivian Green that is) got me ta thinkin…

She said…

"Maybe I am foolishly… in love with someone that is… not exactly on the same page…. That I am on."

And the hook> >>"Maybe this isn’t love but if it isn’t love than really what is love??? Guess that I will never really know what’s love, but when he’s around he got me feeling some kinda way."

Then I thought… Man Tee… How many times have you settled.. Settled for just a feeling… To have someone to take care of. That make them feel alive type stuff. I kinda like it you know, but the bigger picture… Who is really taking care of me? I am (like all women) an emotional human. I thrive off of the emotions, thoughts and actions of others… It’s water for my mind. I (for the most part) give that positive energy. I need it in return. Instead… What do I do? I take in the emotionally dead, material driven, surface type of BOYS. < Notice the term BOYS. Well…. I mean…  That’s what they are. Unaware of their own FULL-potential. Afflicted with the pain I had not caused……. but here to take on all the side-effects. There for them like no other but yet and still, they can not, will not, recognize. Why do I do it again??? Man… The passion in my heart begs to help these boys learn to embrace their thrones as Kings. Shame on you Tee… It’s a man’s job to be a man. Yea… I know. But sometimes it takes a strong woman to show them just how important their roles are in the eyes of God. The creation of men was meant to bring glory to God, wasn’t it? He created them strong, mentality and physically to dominate (in a righteous way) over the earth didn’t he??? So…. With that said…Why do I continue to play superwoman in the lives of those who AINT ready? They don’t want be saved>>>I have to keep reminding myself. I’ve taken this abuse far too long Vivian. I feel you for just a moment, but sistah, you tripin. Lol! I am in need of a new tune…  It’s time to heal myself… God knows. I need someone who can move mountains with his thoughts. Heal hearts with his tongue, and take his stand, his position as King.