Saturday, November 8, 2008

Permanent Members

Peace – sitting on the door step of a cave with headphones on. Behind you is your darkness, in front of you is... well... everything else. And there you are – smack in the middle. Marinating. Self-deprecating. Victimized by your own thoughts and pettiness. Wondering, front or back? And there's the struggle. Being able to not question it is the piece. See how I played with the word there? *insert shot of reality here*

Courage – not many of us experience this, so I'll right click and show you what I mean. *Bravery*. What I did wasn't brave though, may be semi-courageous in comparison to other bold audacious moves I've made. 500 big ones, a little further west. Courage, what a feat. Do you find it, or does it find you?

Love – you're a parrot-tongued language and I hate you, but I'll come back to you another day.

Forgiveness – I frequently woke up in a pool of my own blood – I never forgave. I was about 15 years old. I was hurt real bad. Defeated. Patronized. Dehumanized. And she came into my room, humble, with her tail between her legs. Loosened fists, I could see her palms. She said: Iman, you make me want to be a better person. I forgave.

Honesty – just tell me the truth. Go for it. I dare you. Say it aloud, with conviction. With pride. And I'm sure some of it stems from some deep rooted insecurities of always being unaware and ill-informed. Lied to and cheated on in a repetitive monotonous fashion until it became normalcy. And now honesty is what I am and what I expect in return. I demand it, in fact. Fair or not fair.

Loyalty – Thinking about the people we defend and support puts a smile on my face. Loyalty isn't a trade off. It's something intrinsically woven into your construction. It's an innate belief that can't be jeopardized. It's knowing when to say yes or no. It's knowing when to say sorry without feeling defeated.

Health – I smoke. I ride. I drink. I hydrate. I stress. I tone.

Passion - Excellence in an organic ability. It is education in something precise and defined, not out of obligation but choice. Another powerful word – the power of choice.

Sunday, October 19, 2008

Whom I Wite For - Irving Layton

"When reading me, I want you to feel
as if I had ripped your skin off;
Or gouged out your eyes with my fingers;
Or scalped you, and afterwards burnt your hair
in the staring sockets; having first filled them
with fluid from your son's lighter.
I want you to feel as if I had slammed
your child's head against a spike:And cut off your member and stuck it in your
wife's mouth to smoke like a cigar."

---- Whom I Wite For - Irving Layton