If I had to conclude my journey with one last article, I would say:
When you are young, you know a lot of things you don’t understand. The difference between those two are so great that it feels like you don’t know. You start to question yourself, and with questions come mistrust of your judgement and what you know. With that mistrust comes a reliance on the reckonings of others. Until one day you journey back to understanding that the reckonings of others are for the benefit of others and living for others has left you wanting.
At the bottom of this journey is understanding that almost no one is really genuinely happy for you. No matter how hard they saw you struggle to achieve what you have or how they cheered you on or supported the spectacle of your becoming, these were lies to cover their belief that you would eventually give in or settle as they did or some perverse desire to minimize what you have as on some level less than what they have… They will not be happy for or satisfied with you so long as you have become more successful in any area than they have become. If you lean on the advice and persuasions of others, they will advise and nudge you into misery, poverty, and loneliness. Instead, trust and rely on God for everything. This is yet another thing you know but don’t understand until you really do, and the end of the journey here ends back to you.
I would thank you once more for reading my stuff. Of course it is all just beginning
What would I say if these were the last things I said? What would I eat if this were the last morsel I feel on my tongue? Where would I go? What would I do? Who would…? With whom…?
Questions that seem the most dark to think of- especially when you have no reason to believe you don’t have time to figure out are all the ones thrust on me a bit over a month ago. I found that none of these are reflected here and that there’s no reason they shouldn’t.
Our gifts aren’t only for making a living, they can also get us through life. That’s why I picked one new artist, and one professional as the two poems I picked to share with you. (1) The first is from Jus Biz in the first piece he has written in years, he at once got his mojo back and rediscovered this form of self-expression. (2) The second is from a writer- an up and coming rap artist and amazing story-teller, D Skyyy. Both were challenged to one of Mira’s prompts. Enjoy!
Southern Metropolis is a love story metaphor for artists in metropolitan areas or small towns who believe they must leave everything behind and move away to achieve their dreams for many reasons– perhaps the lack of local opportunities, possibly limited support in a divided community, or simply that arts may not be seen as an acceptable way to make a living there. It is part tragedy, part endearing, part “unsaid thing“, and all love and art. That’s still appealing story to me. I’m happy to have been able to write and share it- now read it to you.
Everything in the world wanted me to have this little club song- in the spirit of First Date: Poem 14. This one’s meticulously produced; the artist dances with a sexy subject matter without going too far. Nice one!
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Take a click around. I know that this was a sudden change, but I got tired of not being able to find posts. Hopefully this will help because there are a looot more than I thought. Seems like just yesterday, I posted a celebration of 50 of them! But now there are upwards of 70. Some of them are by others. So far so fine, but it requires a lot more pics. I’m not a big pic person, and I don’t have any professional ones, so be kind.
Here’s what you need to know:
“Featured”: This thing calls all the posts across the top, “Featured”. On this blog, I’ve been calling Reblogs and Guest Posts “Featured” because I didn’t know what else to call them, but until I can change them all, unless otherwise specified, I wrote them.
Tiiiiiide Honey!! I finally finished the Challenge, and it was the most fun. I have already picked one to review, and I will continue reviewing all received by the deadline for possible others.
It’s true that practice makes…. well, not too shabby because this was awesome, Honey! I happened upon some cool stuff and was given others. This time I even engaged some of y’all, and I’m proud for that ( I. would. have. Neeeever *fanning). I accepted a couple of inbox submissions, and that used to make me nervous – that and Facebook “Pokes” Lol… no I was honored and proud for them too. And ya know what? They were pretty good too! Speaking of honor…
Loooved being Nominated
Versatile Blogger Award
Check out the Aus-oooooome greeting on the About page from new mate of the Project, Whimsical Eclecticist nominating Love Mekanism for the Versatile Blogger Award. Whimsical Eclectist is a witty yet inviting blog, and he pulls off the delicate balance charmingly. Thank you so much, Honey for the nod. He’s the cutest lil’ thing (if I were a bona fide cougar cub, I wouldn’t let slip that he says he’s single too… ladies 😉 Ha!
I know for sure that I’m at least as awe-struck by the talents people hide away, as they are by mine. Artistic expression of many types are now casualties as we’ve come to value what’s most profitable- quantifiable, measurable in the short-term. Well how valuable is sanity? Love? or Life? All undeniably value-able to us and difficult, if not impossible to accurately measure. What a foolish thing to have ever believed such. Yet there’s an undeniable and equally deranged beauty that lies in our respect for this freedom of ignorance. Knowing this, why then have we so readily cast our gifts aside as if its only benefits are directly related to profit (…and usually someone else’s, but I undress)? Sing, dance, show your stuff, my Love, so you feel free and the world might see its value beyond money.