A Year of Love Mekanism Project

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.

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Poem 40: At the End of a Heartbeat

A Freestyle Poem By Meka

I learned that one could die
If the beat’s broken inside
Unless there’s enough love
Left to keep her alive

The heart’s rhythm of life seems
Chosen but random and
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Poem 25: Relapsing

311 days

Creeping by

Crave, shake, deny, cry

But numbers never lie

Need threatens sanity

A serenity-bound sleeve

Heat once flowed to me

‘Til you snatched my heart beat

Made a cold b**h in heat

You could relieve.

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Poem 22: Fear of Fear

Phobophobiac

Trapped beneath

‘The man’ and a ‘system’

That’s down. Drowning. Afraid

I’m not showing up in it anyway

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Poem 12: Something. Look. Say.

Something

Freshly plastered imprints of fist-prints on a wall

A grown child grips her tattered book, while

Split lips mouth a prayer she memorized from it

Brown hair even looks just like her mother’s- perfect

For concealing a belt buckle cut- from neck

To shoulder, but she knows to cover her face

Unbeknownst they showed her long ago

“I was a bastard”. He says as he knelt;

Open hands toward her neck…clasped her

New gold crucifix; it’s just above her covered chest

Look.

Cold eyes warm as he hugs her– tells her he loves

Her. Through melted eyes, he looked just like…

When he took her hand to hold and adorned it

With gold from fingertips to her sliced wrists

As her sadness evaporates in a child- like bliss

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Commentary from Interact: May as Well Tell You Now: A Poem

Continued Commentary from Interact with Me: 2) I discuss the comments I picked about  Treyvon Martin

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  • I like by Jacquelyn’s comment a lot because it’s concise, to the point, and I could only hope to do that. She was actually responding specifically to one of the points that Dy made but specifically to him- acknowledging and validating his feelings. This part for some reason was reminiscent of criticisms of another race, and it made me understand how they must have felt because those things- crimes literally break my heart, and everyone is doing the best he or she can. Forget race, as a human being, mindful of what we know about psychology, teaching an infant who grow up a child to be kind and accommodating while everyone’s scared to death of him is quite the task: watching, following, condescending tones as if he can’t hear or perceive, sometimes failing to remember his age, consider that perhaps he’s sick, or any other human emotion. He must be perfect. Perfection is tossed out extra quickly when you look like an adult seemingly overnight– that’ll change your life. One day you’re Trey, and the next, you’re 6′ Mr. Martin. Ever ask a kid not to internalize or ask him to manage or control the emotions of around you? Oh he’d probably put his head down or put his hood up. Hiding– I can relate to that. Anyone could if they wanted to…
  • “Unfortunately, we have all been trained to not say these things in public especially on our FB pages because then we come off as always bringing up the “race card”. I don’t like gangs and senseless violence of ANY race.” – Jacquelyn Kuykendall (excerpt)

  • Dy’s passage is a stirring defense of the teen girl who testified on behalf of her friend Treyvon, in spite of the onslaught of painful racist and class-ist ridicule she endured in social media from all around. I didn’t know her before because I did not follow the trial, but after reading this, I am proud of her bravery because I know what it’s like to overcome a fear, and it is not easy for an adult. My quick little search  revealed what I would characterize as cyber-bullying. The gunman’s supporters attacked her deleted tweets to friends– not because she implicated guilt but for her perceived lack of education as judged by the articulation of her texts. This is important because as Dy says, English is not her first language, but most of us only know one language– broken, wrong, or not. She passionately calls on others to lift this young lady in support.  Dy discusses qualities that made this young lady  a target of ridicule within the racial community with passion- not ridicule but support, offer help, or say nothing about her .
  • This makes me appreciate being raised as a person and not as a color. Different types of people were always around- no mention because it didn’t matter. Every once in a while, I would encounter someone who didn’t know any better, but not often! In that sense, I knew who I wasn’t, and that “my place” was no different– not as a conscious thought, but just that it is. It’s easy to focus on what ya didn’t have, what  happened, or who I might’ve become if, but sometimes it’s good to be thankful for what didn’t happen and what I didn’t become. Because something you just don’t want to be.

Thank you for reading! We need some cheer honey!!

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May as Well Tell You Now: A Poem.

New Artists and Free Verse Independence Day

“Yesterday, I shared what I aspire or admire in poetry these days, and now I want it back…the inspiration which consumes you now… Today, I want more–to crawl the walls of  followers– artists for what I might feature today… the liberation of words, visuals, and sound– poetry transferred from crimped damp paper over slippery keys through clearly blurred vision.” -lovemeka

I want simplicity forced out through desperately hoarse channels–beautiful music cracking all the wrong words in all the wrong ways as these wrongs somehow make it alright and– relax… it’s perfect sense…it doesn’t work while you’re tense…more!

— more unpolished–barely poetry, more melody, more art–just more freaky-lookin-how-the-hell-is-this-beauty? It just is…something of that which comes from the raw unfamiliar places that span the emotions of human energy conduction– synaptic heat…spirit…muscle contractions…off beat and on rhythm though it looks so simple.

Wave your flag at me; be sure I see you by commenting  below or sharing anonymously. The challenge is to free your inspiration here on http://lovemekanism.org and pay it forward by freeing others with your free verse or haiku– no rules this Independence Day. Newbies and returnees, this is for you.

Happy 4th of July!!

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7 Reasons Why I Give No Advice

The followers of this site will find candid view of this journey of self-discovery and an invitation to join me on my challenges. 

In short, this blog is a record of my own opinion– in which I am certified. But one thing you will not find is ADVICE. But whyyyy?

1. First, I respect that you are you’re an adult in possession of the intellectual capacity to sift through details to find what works for you. That’s why…
2. And of any passionate pitch I could give or any meticulously researched detail or report that I can possibly muster is still unequivocally bound by your own will to do whatever it is that you decide. What’s wrong with that?  On this journey, I have defined respect for my own time and energy as a mechanism of love. That’s it.
3. Because I have no short-cuts, gimmicks, tricks, fads, or super-secret miracles–just what you already know works and that’s planning, work, effort, and persistence so not to give up instead of trying something different. If I can inspire that, I would call it a win.
4. Because I don’t believe one-size-fits all. Everything’s not for everyone. Absolutely not.
5. Some are only here for the poetry and the art– not to be inspired, and I’m okay with that.
6. Everything doesn’t need to be “fixed.” I will never forget the conversation where I was asked of my son, “If you could fix him, what would you want?” And I replied, “He is not broken to me.”
7. There is a case to be made for minding one’s own business. That’s unheard of online and even feels silly considering this project, but the fact is that there is a false familiarity online that makes it easy to overstep boundaries as one after another finds it okay to suggest that because a few photos and laughs are shared–maybe even picked up on a few nuances and personality quirks, that we are somehow qualified to know what’s best for each other. I purport no such thing, and that’s..

Why I Give No Advice. Unlessssssss of course you ask; then, I’ll answer!

Neil deGrasse Tyson Twitters

Neil deGrasse Tyson Twitters (Photo credit: Roger Smith)forget to follow to the right and now *gasp* twitter. They shoulda already told me that Neil deGrasse Tyson was on everyday divulging secrets of the universe or I would’ve beeeen on twitter!

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Nerd Words to Live By: Harness

English: Words associated with Fear

English: Words associated with Fear (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

And they lived happily ever after is the ending ya expect after dragons have been slayed, and the sultry victim…saved, by a regally hot hero. Well at least 1 1/2- 2hrs of life…invested in the return of their lives to the fairy tale in magically opulent kingdom as our soaring expectations become violently turbulent at the threat of upset at climax. The same climax we feared might snatch our expectation that they might never frolic the gardens of far away lands ever again! Finally from the brink, basking in the buttery-scented exhilaration. The lights returns, and we envision newly deflowered royalty celebrating their warm, loving, beautiful lives away with a muchbetter career, dwelling, interest rate, ROI, FICO, school district, and hairline than mine 😉

 

But in real life, beating a single adversary is not doesn’t offer “happily ever after”, so I subbed the terms “beat fear” for “harness fear”. As explained to some friends before, feelings give life. Where one may give fragrance, the other could give that little container of coffee beans to help me appreciate aroma of the next sweet feeling. So before, I have mislabeled or over-simplified the paralyzing dilemma. Beat fear? Pft… To beat fear is like saying to beat the fuel running through the vehicle that transports you. Why a single drop a fear could help trigger a sympathetic autonomic fight or flight response… releasing adrenaline to give otherwise super-human strength…

 

Today as I feared a thing for its futility, I remembered that I could not lose or gain a piece of my soul for doing a seemingly hopeless thing. As if every day, I haven’t built a reality from the seemingly hopeless. In fact, my story has been seemingly hopeless to someone somewhere from the time my tiny body grew and pressed against the inside of hers. To recall the depths of all the other seemingly hopeless ordeals since then and derive that a futile thought might deserve a corner of space in my mind brought a smile to my face and hearty laughter to my spirit.

 

There’s no need to fear…fear. It is certainly flammable and deserves its respect, but when it flows the right path, ignites us and helps to get us where we need to be. Fear is not a weakness but a tool to be harnessed for the opportunity to return to the base feeling of peace and calm.

What do you fear? How do you harness your fear?

 

 

 

 

Happy Birthday! Err…Graduation?

Beating Harnessing fear: 5 Milestones, 5 days, Love Mekanism Journal Entry 1

If there were a 5-day old birthday, this would be it for the Love Mekanism Project. I thought I might share the 5 milestones I claim as mastered these 5 days (…it’s my party) before boldly moving on to my next personal challenges. I considered myself open-minded, so listening to new music was not strange, the writing itself was not new, but revealing myself and my own personal thoughts without regard for whether it was not good enough or even if it were too good (yup). Given the occasion, I guess it’s time to explain why:

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