Tuesday, November 30, 2004
Human vs. Predator
There are many theories I'm sure on this. Be they religious, philosophical, historical , even scientific, or is scientific another form of historical, or vice versa....
Whatever the theory, humans are just that. Human. What that means, well, one would have to take an introspective (did I just create a word) look into themselves. What they may see might scare them silly, pulling at their hair follicles, as they rush to board the next spaceship to planet Nebuurat.
It says somewhere that humans feel, and that this is a diffrentiating factor within itself. I guess this would have to justify that the goat I hit one morning on my way home didn't feel a thing, thus rendering it inhuman, or is it, thus rendering it ok to hit the goat and drive on, because they didnt feel the hit. I would be the one left with the feelings of remorse, Still making me the human one here...HMmmmm. Here's another thought. Humans sure feel most of the time, but I'm sure its possible to not feel, to be numb inside and still be human right?
It also states somewhere that humans think. oh this is a good one! Truly, is that what we do? I believe we muse over possibilities and consequences and then ignore them!
Humans also 'bleed' ( I so had to put that in quotes). My last pet (cat called Polka) bled too. Is it the loss of an 'e' that makes Polka inhuman and myself human. I bleed, she bled and If we as humans bled, are we dead and then no more. Or if not, does saying that Polka bled, convince me that she was human afterall. I should have known, she sure had our many (humanlike) characteristics and personalities!
Humans, like all of God's creations, are instinctual. Instinct , not the group of five guys who were my favorite boy band of all time, is that 6th or 7th sense in our heads & hearts that trys to guard us from the unknown(s) and protect us. It is also tied to an even greater force that combines all the morals and values we collect over time, along with that dreaded word, consequence, ....see humans think above...and guide us into action and deed. If we lost our ability to be instinctual are we still humanlike? But are we smart enough to exist without instinct? Is it the smarts then that make us human?
C'mon we may be the creation that has Harvard, Yale and Oxford, but does that makes us the smarter ones??
I'm an alien...
kisses
Whatever the theory, humans are just that. Human. What that means, well, one would have to take an introspective (did I just create a word) look into themselves. What they may see might scare them silly, pulling at their hair follicles, as they rush to board the next spaceship to planet Nebuurat.
It says somewhere that humans feel, and that this is a diffrentiating factor within itself. I guess this would have to justify that the goat I hit one morning on my way home didn't feel a thing, thus rendering it inhuman, or is it, thus rendering it ok to hit the goat and drive on, because they didnt feel the hit. I would be the one left with the feelings of remorse, Still making me the human one here...HMmmmm. Here's another thought. Humans sure feel most of the time, but I'm sure its possible to not feel, to be numb inside and still be human right?
It also states somewhere that humans think. oh this is a good one! Truly, is that what we do? I believe we muse over possibilities and consequences and then ignore them!
Humans also 'bleed' ( I so had to put that in quotes). My last pet (cat called Polka) bled too. Is it the loss of an 'e' that makes Polka inhuman and myself human. I bleed, she bled and If we as humans bled, are we dead and then no more. Or if not, does saying that Polka bled, convince me that she was human afterall. I should have known, she sure had our many (humanlike) characteristics and personalities!
Humans, like all of God's creations, are instinctual. Instinct , not the group of five guys who were my favorite boy band of all time, is that 6th or 7th sense in our heads & hearts that trys to guard us from the unknown(s) and protect us. It is also tied to an even greater force that combines all the morals and values we collect over time, along with that dreaded word, consequence, ....see humans think above...and guide us into action and deed. If we lost our ability to be instinctual are we still humanlike? But are we smart enough to exist without instinct? Is it the smarts then that make us human?
C'mon we may be the creation that has Harvard, Yale and Oxford, but does that makes us the smarter ones??
I'm an alien...
kisses
Wednesday, November 24, 2004
Kryp-tonight
She spent a great deal of her young adult life believing she was superwoman. Her pre-adult life was spent believing that rocks and pebbles and stones were of higher worth and value than herself, due in part to the person in her life at that time.
***Now back to superwoman***
She wielded her strength & her power simply because she had it. Of course, just like her low self worth of the pre-adult years, she also attributed her super woman-dom to a fantastic relationship and better yet, the fantastic person in it with her. From 'whenst cometh' all her power...She was invincible. (Right...)
Sadly, superwoamn collided with an unknown form of kryptonite, and as quckly as the collison took place, she lost her power and strength. She was so naive about her powerloss, nor did she realise that her power was making her corrupt and blind and maybe her powerloss. powercut, blackout, damn JPS was a needed thing. To put her mind and self back into reality
spasm-mode. Back to the time when her power was a good thing.
(The adage about absolute power corrupting absolutely should be inserted here somewhere...)
She was corrupt and powerless, or powerlessly corrupt or maybe even corruptly powerless...Still is to this day.
The question(s); Will she remain like this?
Will she remain powerless for all eternity?
Will she have to be whisked back to her home planet to regain full strength?
I guess time will reveal.
kisses
***Now back to superwoman***
She wielded her strength & her power simply because she had it. Of course, just like her low self worth of the pre-adult years, she also attributed her super woman-dom to a fantastic relationship and better yet, the fantastic person in it with her. From 'whenst cometh' all her power...She was invincible. (Right...)
Sadly, superwoamn collided with an unknown form of kryptonite, and as quckly as the collison took place, she lost her power and strength. She was so naive about her powerloss, nor did she realise that her power was making her corrupt and blind and maybe her powerloss. powercut, blackout, damn JPS was a needed thing. To put her mind and self back into reality
spasm-mode. Back to the time when her power was a good thing.
(The adage about absolute power corrupting absolutely should be inserted here somewhere...)
She was corrupt and powerless, or powerlessly corrupt or maybe even corruptly powerless...Still is to this day.
The question(s); Will she remain like this?
Will she remain powerless for all eternity?
Will she have to be whisked back to her home planet to regain full strength?
I guess time will reveal.
kisses
Tuesday, November 23, 2004
1...2...3...4
You live.
You learn.
You breathe.
You live.
Every breath exhaled,
puts you one inch closer,
to a lesson on life,
to a memory untouched,
to a question answered,
as clarity returns.
Take each inch you are given,
strive for more,
and,
scream with delight as it slowly,
enters your life.
This is the lesson:
1. An inch at a time
2. Breathe slowly
3. Exhale even slower
4. Take more, you won't be greedy.
Life is its singular best, revolves on the lessons one learns as they live it. The thing to take from that is that you have to learn it to live it. So live it!
kisses
You learn.
You breathe.
You live.
Every breath exhaled,
puts you one inch closer,
to a lesson on life,
to a memory untouched,
to a question answered,
as clarity returns.
Take each inch you are given,
strive for more,
and,
scream with delight as it slowly,
enters your life.
This is the lesson:
1. An inch at a time
2. Breathe slowly
3. Exhale even slower
4. Take more, you won't be greedy.
Life is its singular best, revolves on the lessons one learns as they live it. The thing to take from that is that you have to learn it to live it. So live it!
kisses
Monday, November 22, 2004
Raise the tempo ( you going too slow....)
I'm not sure where I'm going,
and if it is somewhere that I'm going,
how and when will I reach.
I try not to focus on those inevitables,
too much grief if your wants fade away,
due to mis-accomplisments.
Way too much grief if your needs,
melt away like they didn't live.
But they do live,
and they live on,
in your heart,
waiting to be touched,
to be kissed,
to be acknowledged.
They are needs afterall.
Distinct parts of yourself.
Tangible even,
breathing, living parts of your life.
------------------
I need
....so much
So much
...I need.
very tempted to touch
& hold
in mind & deed.
The slight feel of warm,
& the gentle movement of stirring.
is electricity through the fingers, the arm,
& brain the thorough trembling.
Thoughts ramble on,
but the focus is the same.
and how this focus strenghtens
with the mention of your name.
------------------------------
kisses
and if it is somewhere that I'm going,
how and when will I reach.
I try not to focus on those inevitables,
too much grief if your wants fade away,
due to mis-accomplisments.
Way too much grief if your needs,
melt away like they didn't live.
But they do live,
and they live on,
in your heart,
waiting to be touched,
to be kissed,
to be acknowledged.
They are needs afterall.
Distinct parts of yourself.
Tangible even,
breathing, living parts of your life.
------------------
I need
....so much
So much
...I need.
very tempted to touch
& hold
in mind & deed.
The slight feel of warm,
& the gentle movement of stirring.
is electricity through the fingers, the arm,
& brain the thorough trembling.
Thoughts ramble on,
but the focus is the same.
and how this focus strenghtens
with the mention of your name.
------------------------------
kisses
Friday, November 19, 2004
On being Jamaican abroad
I never realized how special it is to be Jamaican, until some one asked at school if I was Haitian!
[insert shocked face with balled fists , ready to strike here]
Then I realized, being there in the middle of North Miami Beach (huge, times 10, Haitian population) that by just being Caribbean, and obviously non-yankee (because I don't speak or act like them), would automatically make you from Haiti.
It was then I realized that more than ever I needed to tout, to promote, to cultivate, in the most apparent way ,
my Jamaican-canni-ness.
It started with flags on the car, going to dancehall inspired dances during the lunch hour and boogie-ing up a storm, attending parties off-campus (ok, it was only one) held by Jamaicans from school, speaking the lingo "more pronounced", singing the praises of Air Jamaica (I don't care what anyone says I'm proud to have been a part of that airline, so there...)..etc.
It worked for most knew to not ask that question again...
But after I graduated, and entered the work-horse, oooops, work force, very north of North Miami Beach, you touted Jamaica similarly.The flags, maps, and images on your bulletin board in your 5 x 5 cubicle, Jamaican music on your .mac desktop (yes, even Soca) and Jamaican flag (as a plaid )wallpaper. It doesnt get any better....especially when you seem to have a couple collegues (yes two, just me and Johnelle) at work , who are from there too, and memories like water flow from our mouths. The Falls (Dunn's river ), the food, the fun , oh yeah, everyone grins and has a glaze over their eyeballs, when mention of ackee & saltfish is made or that song that was tough in 5th form.
Being Jamaican abroad does rock...Especially when you speak the talk and no one knows you jus' cussed di rass out of someone or something!
kisses
[insert shocked face with balled fists , ready to strike here]
Then I realized, being there in the middle of North Miami Beach (huge, times 10, Haitian population) that by just being Caribbean, and obviously non-yankee (because I don't speak or act like them), would automatically make you from Haiti.
It was then I realized that more than ever I needed to tout, to promote, to cultivate, in the most apparent way ,
my Jamaican-canni-ness.
It started with flags on the car, going to dancehall inspired dances during the lunch hour and boogie-ing up a storm, attending parties off-campus (ok, it was only one) held by Jamaicans from school, speaking the lingo "more pronounced", singing the praises of Air Jamaica (I don't care what anyone says I'm proud to have been a part of that airline, so there...)..etc.
It worked for most knew to not ask that question again...
But after I graduated, and entered the work-horse, oooops, work force, very north of North Miami Beach, you touted Jamaica similarly.The flags, maps, and images on your bulletin board in your 5 x 5 cubicle, Jamaican music on your .mac desktop (yes, even Soca) and Jamaican flag (as a plaid )wallpaper. It doesnt get any better....especially when you seem to have a couple collegues (yes two, just me and Johnelle) at work , who are from there too, and memories like water flow from our mouths. The Falls (Dunn's river ), the food, the fun , oh yeah, everyone grins and has a glaze over their eyeballs, when mention of ackee & saltfish is made or that song that was tough in 5th form.
Being Jamaican abroad does rock...Especially when you speak the talk and no one knows you jus' cussed di rass out of someone or something!
kisses
Thursday, November 18, 2004
Because of U
Today, Thursday is an OK day frame of mind. No mishaps or events so far, and I have a Baby Christening to attend on Sunday. Yeah, I'm gonna be a Godmother....Lovely!!!!
I was musing, as is always my thing and I discovered a poem I had wriiten 4/16/02. Wow that was a time back. I was in a frame of mind then too. I guess these frames of mind, bring the words out. Whatever it is, I want to share this with the world and somehow take this within myself again and remember.
____________
To feel, but don't get involved in the process,
To frown, but don't let it show,
To laugh, but stifle the sound,
I'm saddened because of you.
To smile, but it doesn't reach your eyes,
To committ, but run away.
To get involved, but dismiss it all.
I'm alone because of you.
Because you're not here...
This wasn't planned!
_______________________
I miss this person still and very deeply and have resolved to do that as long as it takes. Even if 'miss" never turns to 'kiss'!
kisses
I was musing, as is always my thing and I discovered a poem I had wriiten 4/16/02. Wow that was a time back. I was in a frame of mind then too. I guess these frames of mind, bring the words out. Whatever it is, I want to share this with the world and somehow take this within myself again and remember.
____________
To feel, but don't get involved in the process,
To frown, but don't let it show,
To laugh, but stifle the sound,
I'm saddened because of you.
To smile, but it doesn't reach your eyes,
To committ, but run away.
To get involved, but dismiss it all.
I'm alone because of you.
Because you're not here...
This wasn't planned!
_______________________
I miss this person still and very deeply and have resolved to do that as long as it takes. Even if 'miss" never turns to 'kiss'!
kisses
Tuesday, November 09, 2004
A 2001 Original
I wrote this poem sometime in 2001, when I was, well....let the poem tell you. Let me know what you think.
FATES
I am happiness multipled, I'm effervescence uncontrolled,
but somehow reality with its big bright eyes, gentle touch,
and smiling, puzzled expression shall rear her head,
and re-introduce me to my fate...
Fate now means acceptance, the ability to look into your life
and tolerate all those tumultuous and bubbly feelings,
emotions
and occurences. To blindly nod your head to everyday
consequences,
and shake hands with those objects or vessels familiar...
Fate surrounds most aspects of your life, new and old,
it gives you the strength to close your eyes, to take deep
breaths,
to sigh, to accept it and to cry. It gives you release and
re-acquaints you with security and familiarity.
Fate can be poisonous, and at the same time, can cure all, or
most pain...
I presently bow in reverence to fate, whether its actually
mine, or
the fate I designed by my so called destiny. Who knows! My
fate can
be false, or it can be reality not optimism, who has
finally visited me with a sweet slap to the face...
This I guess, are the dregs of fate...
Monday, November 08, 2004
Musing without the "A"
I'm slowly easing into some form of social life again.
Ok,
slowly being re-introduced to the night life again.
That sounded better (less pathetic!)...The funny thing is to me, after tearing up the "grove" on Friday night, taking a rest on Saturday and partying hard again last night Sunday, it all seems like the same thing. It seems so blended, and the expectations from friends who mean good and those guys out there, have my panties, (ok thongs) in a pinch (or is that my bigg-er butt talking). Is it the sluggish effect of hard drinking and dancing, and lack of sleep that has me saying this. Go figure!
If you are single it seems , its almost expected of you to want to go out and find someone. Find someone to do what? Allow them to wine and dine you, get into their peculiarities and peeves, and then find them lacking.
No than you. People should erase that mentality, that all singles, especially women, want to be non-single. That singles really yearn to become double!
If thats the male superioty complex wedged into the so- called feeble minds of todays young, gifted women, it needs to be erased. Ladies, here's a suggestion, get a giant rubber (not the pro·phy·lac·tic kind) and rub, rub, rub. Believe this....there are actualy singles out there, that are quite comfortable being single and go out to have a good time only. Imagine that, I guess till they get comfortable enough to want to be double-d. But being single is not an automatic excuse to have your friends "hook" you up to someone. Nah...
Plus, South florida, is leaving a lot to be desired. Yes, there is a massive Jamiacan male population here, (excuse me but "Yanks" as they are affectionately called, annoy me) but the faces are the same when I go out and see them. Imagine my initial foray back into the night life, I was "sexually abused ' as I call it, by these guys just talking about sex and sex and sex, and believe me, I have no problem talking about the joys and pains (yes I'm into S & M) of that lovely activity, but to be bombarded by guys who see you ...a single, black female..and "chalk" you down as a girl , who is desperate to become double-d, with them, took it a bit to far. There's that male superiority complex thing again, rearing its head....
What's bad enough, it seems all these guys are married. Let it stop right there, and so it shall!
kisses
Ok,
slowly being re-introduced to the night life again.
That sounded better (less pathetic!)...The funny thing is to me, after tearing up the "grove" on Friday night, taking a rest on Saturday and partying hard again last night Sunday, it all seems like the same thing. It seems so blended, and the expectations from friends who mean good and those guys out there, have my panties, (ok thongs) in a pinch (or is that my bigg-er butt talking). Is it the sluggish effect of hard drinking and dancing, and lack of sleep that has me saying this. Go figure!
If you are single it seems , its almost expected of you to want to go out and find someone. Find someone to do what? Allow them to wine and dine you, get into their peculiarities and peeves, and then find them lacking.
No than you. People should erase that mentality, that all singles, especially women, want to be non-single. That singles really yearn to become double!
If thats the male superioty complex wedged into the so- called feeble minds of todays young, gifted women, it needs to be erased. Ladies, here's a suggestion, get a giant rubber (not the pro·phy·lac·tic kind) and rub, rub, rub. Believe this....there are actualy singles out there, that are quite comfortable being single and go out to have a good time only. Imagine that, I guess till they get comfortable enough to want to be double-d. But being single is not an automatic excuse to have your friends "hook" you up to someone. Nah...
Plus, South florida, is leaving a lot to be desired. Yes, there is a massive Jamiacan male population here, (excuse me but "Yanks" as they are affectionately called, annoy me) but the faces are the same when I go out and see them. Imagine my initial foray back into the night life, I was "sexually abused ' as I call it, by these guys just talking about sex and sex and sex, and believe me, I have no problem talking about the joys and pains (yes I'm into S & M) of that lovely activity, but to be bombarded by guys who see you ...a single, black female..and "chalk" you down as a girl , who is desperate to become double-d, with them, took it a bit to far. There's that male superiority complex thing again, rearing its head....
What's bad enough, it seems all these guys are married. Let it stop right there, and so it shall!
kisses
Monday, November 01, 2004
(insert smile here)
Blood is
surely rushin'
thru me
now.
10 seconds ago,
10 minutes ago,
10 hours ago,
2 nights ago
My skin
feels
so
alive.
everything
has a
tingle, tingle, tingle.
everything.
everywhere.
so sensual.
kisses
surely rushin'
thru me
now.
10 seconds ago,
10 minutes ago,
10 hours ago,
2 nights ago
My skin
feels
so
alive.
everything
has a
tingle, tingle, tingle.
everything.
everywhere.
so sensual.
kisses
