again, to 808's.

Open up. Let it flow. Whatever it should say so should you. Then past betrayal, what friendship is there? Well there is none past that betrayal or would there be only friendship this trust beyond betrayal? And beyond as in after. But open up says me that I of the eye that sees and is all and only body our unity matters ya'll. That's all we have all there is.

why would she make calls out the blue?

But you get the real, I piss while you on the speakerphone. I mean you get more of it. Trust, I don't do that with anybody else. Writing to 808's & Heartbreak, track 1, say you will. There's this instrumental at the end I got on loop. Trust, it's something to write to. This girl, not good enough. But only right now. Soon she will be best. She does it all, she's been gone for months I'm just now running out of paper towels. Still going with the toilet paper. And the tubaware, what a touch, it'll last forever. Sarcasm beseech thee would you be so kind? That'll do. Here we are again, another loop. Back again, to where we began. But beginning is in the eye of the beholder. And that's real.

I prefer Human American, thank you kindly.

I was born in Colorado Springs, Colorado, in America, an American Citizen. I was born in America, I live in America, and I participate in America. That makes me American. All of that and all too human. That makes me Human American.

Whether you're from another country or you were born in America we both live in America and we both contribute to the pursuit of ideal society as American Citizens. We participate in America, and that makes us American. But we are not really from America, no our DNA was some place before coming to America and wherever our DNA was before America it was some place else before there and so on back to our beginning, when we were not and then we were.

Whether our existence as we know it is formed from a Big Bang and its random swirving or birthed as it is in Genesis is another matter. So is whether we say we are from God or from some place on Earth. And so is whether we'd just rather be human and not all those ans of all lands including American. But is there a place and time where and when there was only one DNA from which all DNA today was generated, Life's DNA, the roots from which the Tree of Life grows?

Who knows but that's some idea, manifest recognition of the natural and normal all of human interconnectedness in Life's Beginning, and soon after action compelled by consciousness we love eachother accordingly, obedient to absolute law of truth and consequence.

Moving forward, I was born in Colorado Springs, Colorado, in America, an American Citizen. I was born in America, I live in America, and I participate in America. That makes me American. All of that and all too human. That makes me Human American.

And still, my life begins when Life began...

A Case of The Mondaze

Coffee. Cigarettes. VH1. I wonder what that Kneesee woman (kneeseepoo.blogspot.com) has written over the weekend, if she's posted at all. It's Monday, so here's to you, kneeseepoo, a piece of my Mondaze. My aide and the other coordinator are off today, how does that keep happening? It sucks because on top of my work I am responsible for the kids in our after school program. And we are getting three new kids today. But time with them is limited, I have to prepare my lesson plan for swim lessons. I have one class to teach. 5 kids, 3 younger, 2 older. I almost got frustrated last class, it takes a lot but they almost got me. All the three younger want to do is play, show and tell. but the 2 older are good, they are moving in the water, like actually swimming! Which is rewarding, I taught them how to swim. So that's pretty cool, I think. But there's not much time to prepare for my lessons, the kids need help with their homework. So in between helping them with their work, I am working on mine.

Another dazzling daze of my Mondaze, instructor contracts: a beautiful bitch. Those contracts, and implementing a new taking attendance in insrtuctional classes procedure. Adults are difficult. On top of that, Virginia Gray Cafe, Thursday. The World of Hip Hop, Saturday. I think everything's in place, but I have to make sure. And tomorrow, a work session with all the county programmers to plan for MLK's Legacy Continues: Peace, Unity & Service. I got pissed last meeting. I know I said it takes a lot but in this case not so much. They dismissed one of my ideas, I thought was a pretty cool one. I wanted to incorporate a signing of a contractual unification, a declaration of unity between all the county departments. And we could have that day declared Unification Day in Clayton County. But they dismissed it, looked straight pass it. Maybe its something I can do on my own though, we'll see. Either way, I have to go in that meeting and contribute ideas and suggestions still.

Then on Wednesday, I have a one on one with my program supervisor. She wants to know quarter plans. UpWord, ink: The Writer's Special Interest Group. The focus of this group is to manifest our ideals in our everyday living using writing as transportation/means to get there. We also want to discuss what writing means to us and why we write. Introduction to Chess. I'm just teaching the basics: mindset, objective, setting the board, and moving the pieces. Cross-Cultural Winter Celebration, December 18th.

So not only that, solicit sponsors for our Madden Tourney in January. And find contributors to our Black History Art Exhibit in February.

Boy this is a daze. Its going to be a doozy getting through this one. One day at a time though. Planning today and the future. Coming up with a today encompassing future plan.

But not only that, I save room for the things I can't plan for...

Happy Mondaze!

Making Love to Love Itself

You don't love me. Watch out. I move You away from me but no bring You closer I want You now and still You want me, always and forever. We kiss. Your bottom lip form of imagination so much like body of person. We move, still kissing I tease and You never would. So I'm in control. I am power and Yours to be exact, Zen arrow target Being. Your humility troubles me, so much that it bothers but I lack resist. We move, closer to my bed and soon into that. Dick stoned, still and in motion penetration quenched. Inside You it has all of You all at once, in lonely moment. This time its for You all for Your pleasure this thing called sex. Turned. Into the makings of that which creation creates in creating. An overlapping sickness of love atop love. Multifaceted lovemaking here comes its consequence: a nut. So atrocious my victory, lay upon egg. But You are a maker without tools and You are a mystery unsolved bold and embracing You accept and receive. But its not over You want more Your desire is unmatched Your wanting uncontrolled willingly free You send for me another its Satanical Anti. We do it, all Together. That oochie coochie our oneness its goodness and all in good sin, we piece together our nondualistic frolic. We sex so much it turns to fuck and there here lies contradiction of love... Would you want me should I be good health and not sickness? What attention would I hold should I have done this right? So I don't, for the sake of your eye.

Night Driven - from romance to pulse

The night. Coalescent with silent. It harvests a truth so pure. And love mends thru world geist interuniversal magnetism. This Spirit speaks to Itself. Calling. Not yelling. Still. Steady. Subtle. Gentle.

I am here and there for you, without telling you. This is spiritual communion. Connected our most inner desires they walk light & shine. Interdependent closeness of the most infinitesimal existence they are both had by Another.

Puppets by these destinal strings. And my Master! Who should be my Master?!

desire to die

"Not to remain stuck to a person - not even the most loved - every person is a prison, also a nook." Nietzche

To be with You is my purest desire perfect ecstasy. A single moment eternity being and presence, no growing I am there. Most certain known truth scientific fact of no future falsity we are an only moment.

But how do I get there? Would You will it be so?

Is it true this body betrays? These barriers this bar mine enemy your anx of insecurity, your temporary emotional convulsions, your process your coming to know, your good here not so good there your bad and worse over yonder, your days of a year, your dualism and delusional divisticity.

Should you die would I be free?

reflection on relationship with God

Undying consistency. This thread, a moving infrabonded family of integral presence. Space and presence these two as one. Open and closed this is Being.