I’m by no means a peddler on the bandwagon, and it honestly has nothing to do with my race, but this woman is SIMPLY BAD. I haven’t had the time to pay attention to all the hoopla between Hillary & Obama, what I’ve been paying attention to lately are the people surrounded by the potential candidate’s for Presidency. This woman will not be a figurative addition to photo-ops and play the background as we’ve seen before. I find it refreshing to see a woman who in her own right is educated, respected, and committed to her family.
I do think it’s encouraging for those hanging onto the weights and chains of racism and the stereotypes a good chunk of people have in regards to black people and how they live. These two people(the Obama’s) while exceptional came from humbling beginnings. The core of this in relation to the next in line for the tremendous task for the White House in my eye’s is a great support system whether it be the Cabinet chosen, right down to the advisors. I do believe Michelle will be a huge asset to his contigent Presidency. As we can see from this past 8 years our President has not recieved the best advice and his wife has been very much in the shadow of chaotic leadership. She’s a different time and place type of First Lady, very prim and isolated. Michelle comes off as a people person and truly invested in the root of change.
The Obama’s have an advantage in regards to identifying with the underdogs of this country and those on a continual pace of advancement and progress. When these two talk you can feel the compassion, direction, and inspiration fostering in their plans. I also believe their children are key components in their determination to make it to the highest position of order. We live in a world that forgets our children, doesn’t prepare them and blindly lets them fall. I feel the Obama’s are going to prep a world for their children to continue to flourish and for our nation’s children to not be forgotten in the areas of education and health.
She’s a considerable woman to be in line for First Lady and I’m so proud that she is what the world is seeing and hearing, because sadly in most eyes her color will still become before her merits. Hopefully this world and the people in it are waking up and letting go of the BULLSHIT, and somewhere Dr. and Mrs. King have been done proud.
I’m not gonna front like I know the poet who wrote this inviting line(although for a faint second I know I’ve seen his name before). Pablo Neruda (July 12, 1904–September 23, 1973) was the pen name and, later, legal name of the Chilean writer and politician Neftalí Ricardo Reyes Basoalto.
With his works translated into manifold languages, Pablo Neruda is considered one of the greatest and most influential poets of the 20th century. Neruda was accomplished in a variety of styles ranging from erotically charged love poems like his collection Twenty Poems of Love and a Song of Despair, surrealist poems, historical epics, and overtly political manifestos. In 1971 Neruda won the Nobel Prize for Literature, a controversial award because of his political activism. Colombian novelist Gabriel García Márquez once called him “the greatest poet of the 20th century in any language”. Thank Wikipedia for that lol.
I’d love to tell you I made passionate love and stumbled upon this quote in the early morning hours when love is still fresh and as bright as the dawn is between the time of sleep and awakening. I’d love to tell you my lover awoke me when the dew drops from the flowers and penetrates the earth to read this and gaze into my eyes. It really doesn’t matter how I found it but I’ll tell you anyway. I found it in search of music as someone’s tag. I thought to myself that’s beautiful, haunting and disheartning all in one. I guess with any great poetry it leaves the thought open to be dissected and interpreted through your feelings and inclination. I don’t find it to be completely disheartning but I get the feeling he’s loving someone that he cannot love in the light, almost like and affair. The other side of this could be he guards their love like night protects intentions.
I’m not the best person to ask to interpret a poem because I will flip one sentence as you see into a paragraph and let my mind go. I’ve never read this man’s work but now I feel compelled to do so. I’ve also haven’t read the complete poem that hosts this singular statement of raptured love. I guess that will be part 2 souls. Until the next time it will be this time. CPM
I was hipped to this by a fellow Madonna lover over at http://www.absolutemadonna.com. The website is http://www.freerice.com, the purpose is to distribute donated rice to those in the world without food. All you have to do is go there and play a vocabulary game, there is no registration and it’s free. Every word you get right donates 20 grains of rice to the UN World Food Program to help end hunger. Whether you have 5 or 30 minutes free time you can make a difference and you also can improve your vocab along the way to helping someone less fortunate eat. Thanks to my fellow absmadder stevo208
every man, woman and young person on the brink of adulthood should listen to this song..we must take responsibility for these children to nuture, discipline, and guide them
Each and every one of us whether we face it or not has a man in or out of our lives that we’ve known day to day or from afar as a father. I’ve been blessed whether
I acted a fool or not to have a constant man in my life from day one. I think of my Mama’s daddy and realize she too had a man in her life who loved her dearly. I want to thank him for my Mama and taking her in at a time when she needed him. He walked her down the aisle on the day that would change all our lives forever. I don’t know much about my grandfather but I do know he was a grandaddy to me when we saw each other and a father with no less love in distance to my Mama. They both are now together with the Lord and for that I can truly be thankful. This is in tribute to my Daddy Dee.
I want to pay tribute to my Daddy. I would not be the good hearted soul I am without him. My daddy has a heart of gold and forgiveness. I just knew I was blessed as a child because my Daddy always made sure I never went without. I always had top of the line of whatever was the coolest of the cool, but I also got quality time. My Daddy taught me how to ride my bike, introduced me to the love I call music and ALWAYS kept me in it. I wanted to be like my Daddy in so many ways. I took up the classical bass(ok me being CPM, I had to put my spin on it) because my Daddy played bass. I always used to steal his clothes and socks because I loved the patterns(my Daddy is a suit wearing man so he had the fly silky feeling socks lol). I remember when I tried out for the talent show in school I was gonna sing Michael Jackson’s Heal the World. Ok ya’ll I was a serious MJ fan, so why did I ask my Daddy to borrow his Marine uniform(ok don’t act like MJ didn’t wear military uniform, and you know the suit I’m talking about lmao). I pulled out that uniform and it was on!!!! Sadly, I didn’t end up wearing it, instead I wore one of my Mama’s outfits(go figure). The point is this, without him being in my life I would have been a very different woman.
Due to my Daddy I treat everyone with respect, go out of my way to help those I can and truly believe in the power of love and marriage because he gave my Mama the world(literally). I know what it is to see a man that provides and goes more than the extra mile to build and maintain a life for his family. I know a man that even when he lost his wife continued to keep my sister and I in the Lord. Words nor gifts will EVER repay what he has done for us. He took us from Arkansas to Europe on his intelligence, determination, drive and faith that we were better than the cards dealt to us and deserving of all life could offer. I’ve strayed from him and trust me we were joined at the hip, but as a woman I see all the time he devoted to us. I now look at men in the light of my father and honey that’s a light to outshine. I thank you Daddy for loving my Mama and respecting her as your bestfriend and mother of your children. I thank you for taking care of her and sacrificing your job to stay home and wait hand and foot until God called her home. I thank you for doing my hair as a child when Mama worked, and helping me with my perm when she didn’t have the strength to do so. I thank you for loving her til death did you part. You are an exceptional man and God fearing and no matter what we can count on you. Happy Father’s Day, love Lil Bud
THE FUNKY FRESH BEST OF THE WEEK: *GIVE IT TO ME* lace undies? check. hot beat? check. Madonna? undeniable. I’m in awe and complete inspiration to strut my ass down the street to this song.. she rocks harder than any pop tart out now!!! makes you wanna stick ya groove thang out a lil bit further and harder.. her and Pharrell came with this one.. somewhere in Europe they’re partying like shit to this record.. u can just feel it…get STUPID..
Well this has been a long, undecided time coming. I created this blog out of a longing and uncertainty within myself. There is no voice for the thoughts, dreams, and often deferred visions I have floating around in my head. I guess some would say I’m lost, well I would agree some time ago that would have been correct. More than ever I’m undecided. This life really hasn’t given me much incentive to desire for much, everything around is preconcieved, unimaginative, and distant. These three things I thought I was steering clear of my whole life, suddenly I became what I tried not to become. I was having a hard time naming this blog, and then I thought how in the world can I create a place for my thoughts when I’m not clear on the subject matter. In writing this I’ve just decided that since my life is uncertain, this blog will be a direction for uncertainty and I will incorportate everything I love into this uncertainty(it’s life alive with words!!!). Makes perfect sense. I do request time to get this thing right(sounds like life huh?). In the coming hours, days, weeks I will do my best to tap into the best of music, art, literature and whatever else drops by into my conscious. Until next time it will be this time. CPM