Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Sweating for Photos

Nothing like a little bit of walking and sweating to get to old Montreal and see the most beautiful building (in my opinion anyway) that I have seen in Montreal.

What: Basilique Notre Dame Montreal 
Where: 110 Rue Notre Dame O, Montreal, QC H2Y1T2, Canada
When: Construction on building was completed in 1843 
Who: Architect, James O'Donnell 
Why: To create a bigger gathering place for the growing congregation on the church of Notre Dame which was built in 1672 and was the first cathedral of the diocese of Montreal. 

Ironically, I had been sweating for great photos and I got some; feet hurting and all. 

Sunday, July 24, 2016

Antiquated Music Love

I am a music lover and have loved it ever since my time began.

I didn't just lie in bed in the dark one night thinking about it, to realize I was in love with music. It simply stared back at me with wide, admiring eyes when I ejected out into my first light of day and it settled in my heart like a plate full of poutine to an American, the first time trying it in Canada. 

What I didn't expect was for musical machinery such as the Walkman, to be considered museum displays only years after I used to enjoy it. 

I feel like a person imprisoned by age trying to escape getting old, only to watch time slivering by as cold as a snake. This is not a deliriously, funny joke; this is real life, roaring past and I am still a student getting discounts for learning from the school of life and it's deficiencies. 

Music is a short term breather. A recycling of old, repressed feelings that stayed stored up behind the bars that are catching me shriveling away. Sexy music of today that hit and run by to tomorrow until it becomes yesterday, and today's museum exhibits. 

And still I lie here giddy with love, dreaming of wedding bells ringing as I approach the aisle with music by my side as music's bride, doing the marriage walk into a third-degree type of coffee hot romance with a flush of confidence, only to be awakened by the cleaning service. 

I awaken, still antiquating and music still a love that though it's artifacts grow old, the romance never expires. 

Thursday, July 21, 2016

Sparks of Nouveau Energie

Take off for destination moon. We reached the air and there was nothing but blue skies. Thank God for the sunny weather. And also for the empty seats. One for me and one for my spirit to experience the cabin pressure's calmness as it began its recharging. 

"What a way to adjust my mask," you say! "What a way to face away from reality," you say! "Definitely," I respond. "I needed to attend to my mental needs. How long can I carry all this baggage without putting it down for a rest to power back up for the remainder of the run?" 

Here I am standing around where I can see everything for what it is. The world from the clouds looks so small when you consider the universe. The baggage came from me just peering out from one window. But when you vacate from the mundane, you realize life est plus grande than the one channel that your mind is used to. Change, il est importante. 

And so, to someplace different I scatter. Through clear skies I fly. Canada is where I land. And all of a sudden, I am incredibly happy experiencing a wonderfully different kind of rhythm to my life. Ironically, I am finding footing on sparks of nouveau energy in the 72 degree moment. 

Bienvenue energie! 

Thursday, July 14, 2016

The Well-Wishing X-Youth Zone

Here is a piece of wisdom about who I am that you might find Incredibly hard to believe.

I have spent my entire life walking past store fronts looking for a place to buy that one thing that I have yet to find at any store.  I get one of those silly surges of anger and my eyes well because even after I fully occupy myself to prevail, that one thing I am searching for has yet to extend its greeting to me in my quest.

I have genuine interest in finding it though but doubters have been talking smut to me, trying with everything they have in them to scare me off from my continuing efforts. Then there are times when my mind starts wandering everywhere because I fall into doubt that prevents me from focusing and I start to lose my bearings. I guess you can say that those are the times when those who practice their craft of trying to get me to lose my earnest faith and to shift my direction works. But then, I think about what my thrilling adventure to find that one thing will bring and suddenly, a brilliant spring day sprouts in my heart and my hope in finding it grows rapidly.

I have traveled the world looking for it in the face of my sudden change of faith and here is a compendious summary of what happened. I walked along the Tennessee River throwing in my pennies and wishing to find it but I didn’t have much money to stay focused on that location.  I visited Leonardo da Vinci’s home and saw him painting the Mona Lisa and asked him if he knew where it was and he responded quickly on possible places I could find that very thing. 

He told me to take a trip to Paris and to walk across this wooden bridge and then to climb up three flights of stairs and that maybe it would be there but, it wasn’t. All I could remember was boarding flight 8775309 back to New York and from JFK, driving sleepily in the middle of a big storm back to home without even coming close to finding that one very thing.

Then it hit me while the rain from the strong thunderstorms was draining my yard. It hit me like thunder that shakes an entire neighborhood in a myriad of ways. I was out there risking my life trying to find it, hailed cabs in big cities only to encounter difficulty because that very thing has been here all along. It was almost as if the truth had lied dormant in me for all this time. I actually lost my way and did not even consider how real my lack of imagination had been. But the truth was slowly coming together and my happiness intensified.

Suddenly, I was in a relaxed state because I found it and the sun rose to the occasion. The fountain of youth is a myth. I couldn’t find it because it was right there in my backyard. No amount of money can buy your youth back. It is not sold in stores. We can go way back in pictures but the way you look at life is the way that you see it. You gain confidence in the strength of your experiences. If you keep an open mind, you have all the tools you need to be able to peacefully survive getting older. But no matter how many times you glance at your throwback pictures and wish that you can be young again and wish to buy back your youth, you’ll only do a masterful job of finding it if you take life with a grain of salt, like you would a margarita drink at a bar in a collins glass full of ice.

What was innocent living is no longer our ways. What was a simple life was something of back in the days. Serious matters had a lack of impact because we were too busy playing and enjoying our lives. We had so much fun and we had no other choice but to act like all was well because it was. If we continue to keep that internal joy lit like a candle during Advent, regardless of the adult real life quotidian events that keep our minds stressed, we will always find our youth, right there within our hearts; experiencing, learning and growing with favor and a flare of imagination.

So nowadays when I wish I could be young again, I make it a very good point to sink my feelings in the good things that are outweighing the bad and sing, dance and smile about it because though the world can often bring you to a point of feeling down to nothing, the true motive in life is to find a way to create your own joy within it. For what is life without smiling in breaths of fresh air and saluting the dawning of a new day’s worth of sun? If your answer is time unspent, you must be special because you probably know the most about it.  

The Bible says that grey hair is a sign of righteousness and so with my silver sneakers, I feel okay now with my wrinkling skin that looks like I had been soaking in Jones Beach water for the entire day. Good and gray; can't beat that. You are however only as old as you feel. Or as young as the wigs and hats and Botox and other tricks make you look. A cougar in disguise you can call me. Or am I really that old and is this just animosity well-wishing from my bones? Then again, this is just a story and I have now arrived to the completion of it. Life however, rolls on like a rolling stone until it gets to a cliff starts flying to the bottom of the pit and then ejects wings like an eagle and flies up to heaven's gates. It is up to you if you spend it grumpy or jittery. 

Thursday, July 7, 2016

Never Bored When I'm Sizzling

I wouldn’t consider myself an anger intensified person though you might catch me a little fired up from something as simple as a busted tail light in the back of my vehicle or over an industrious man who measures love incorrectly and is extremely careless in handling it; the way I’d expect a grown man to anyway. 

The stress of being forced to engage in truculent debates in public arenas is definitely not a deep interest of mine because there is a time for everything and life brings that pivotal time when I have a sweet tooth to be in perfect peace because I work so hard to attain it. But then comes the summertime and somehow my aura performs an edit and I start dancing to the beat of a new drum. It’s like a new start in life for me and I come alive propelling with excitement into my unlimited future. I get excited about the opportunity of experiencing the summer sun and the heat and magically, the volume of my calm nature is turned up and I enter into some of the happiest days of my year.

These are the days when all of my creative elements surface. I guess you can say that I am wild about the summer. It is almost like experiencing heavenly bliss when the possibility of having leisure time to do things that I most likely would not do when I am trying to get through heavy piles of work and stay organized with the tasks I need to complete. For instance, one weekend you might catch me at the top of the Washington Monument and the next catching an enticing show in Atlanta at the Fox Theater. Maybe I’ll be relaxing and meditating on the beach which gives my mind a small adjustment from the overthinking that sometimes happens. I still get surprised at how just simply focusing my mind on the beauty of the weather while lying on the sand helps to support my crown and satiates my internal rage. 

Perhaps this is a time when I can cruise around the world and experience a ripple of change or profess my love for a great book that I had been dying to read and finally give it my undivided attention. Or maybe, I'll come across a really cool Mamakat writing prompt that will make me want to engage in the art of writing something different which pushes me to enter into a different dimension of possibilities in my notebook with my old trusty pen. These many things make a true difference in my world and I no longer feel trapped in the zone. Call it being distracted by the sun. The role contentment plays disenfranchises my grief and makes me whole again for what is to come for the rest of the year.

I guess I could consider summer as the time to rearrange the circumstances of being one of the busiest bees in the hive. The possibilities of buzzing in different sky-ways are endless. No longer must I remain close to my comfort and pulled toward the political energy of a close sting. I can truly experience the visions of another world and dabble into unfamiliar honey that I have yet to taste; even a thousand miles away.

I can honestly say that I have learned more in the summer time than any other season. I am excited to talk about it because this is the time of year that I gain intense interest in exploring my hopes and dreams. I know that sometimes my energizer going and going ability sometimes gets defeated by the scorch and I am somewhat obstinate because I still try to pull tricks out of my sleeve to participate wholeheartedly in every corner of it. But I consider rest the dues you pay for enjoying the fact that summer is the time when you never get bored.

Tuesday, July 5, 2016

Poettues: Love like you Love TV

I compare my love life to a few seasons of a thought provoking television show
I look at the box of photographs and remember how my love life flowed
There is no resting on accomplishments of great relationships that survived
There is none I can say that are worthy of veneration when I press rewind
I’m not altogether sure why some of them even happened
All I can say was maybe they were part of a fashion statement which trend started to decline
I find it hard to imagine that at one point, I thought being single was crazy
I put the emergency brakes on being alone because I thought that I couldn’t be happy
I would have preferred to be part of a rocky duet than to be on the solo tip
Even when from one to the next I was taken on a full of lies trip
Sometimes coming to an evening full of arguments was not worth the bother
There’s no full day’s wage in having to deal with BS and be left as a sobber
Perhaps in their thinking that they were more cultivated than I
They held on to those stupid ideas and knew more of how to buffoonery
They were truly gifted in knowing how to piss me off
They were especially different or crazy if you catch my thought

Turn then channel and there they would go
Off on another tangent like a bandit and you know that you are not capable of handling it
I mean, imagine getting lost in a room of screams for having a job
Or being a victim of someone else’s compulsions on repeat that never seem to stop
And the demand for the skill to be a real man never seems to stir the pot
And in the scorching heat of indecisiveness, you decide that it is not your lot
And then you look at the landscape of the past and get tangled in the truth
That you need to set the banner of true love based on your veritable value
Because there is no unit of analysis more genuine than how you love yourself
The surprising discovery you may find is that
if you don’t honor yourself how can somebody else
What is love you may ask
Sometimes you magnetically attract
Sometimes you get into a union that is right
Sometimes the ones you get into don’t last more than a minute of your life
Then you have those that do last under the belt of control
Each hit is considered love that make your wings of experience and tears unfold
And nobody ever can come in between though you walk around with all those love scars
Who said a black eye was a distress call if he can buy you the most expensive cars
Or those expensive cuffs that cost thousands to remove from your hands in a cell
Or those cops that decide to show up at your door with bad news and ring your bell
The most plausible explanation is that love cannot be defined
You have your definition and I have mine
An episode that left you mesmerized
Until the series finale when you realize it was not worth your time

All I say is that you should keep an open mind to hear the tones of true harmony when it comes
Every suitor has a suit for which it was destined to put on
Don’t try to speed up the process by getting
into the fashion before you are mentally ready though
There is always someone out there that you can meet who can move you for a while
That special someone that would love to hold you in the moonlight
Especially those who hide rings that show they have a family and children
Especially those who consider themselves players and slip into your bed and give you a lesson
Especially those who only play with your heart and don’t have it together themselves
Especially those who will take your humble care but if you need it wouldn’t provide their help
Or those who simply want to use you for what you can give
And then make your life somewhat unbearable to live
You can make two friends as lovers
But sometimes you can’t make lovers be friends with each other
You can fall into the trap of being the third in a company
And then result in messing up a happy family
You can even meet the one you thing is the one
But then lose them because you were not mentally ready to love that someone
So I say learn to love yourself in spirit and in truth first
It would be more valuable than any money you could have in your purse
So that when you hit the remote and the right one comes your way
You can be like those septuagenarians who are together forever and a day

Monday, July 4, 2016

The Freedom to Have Faith

“May there be peace within your walls and security within your citadels.
For the sake of my family and friends, I will say, peace be within you.
For the sake of the house of the Lord our God,
 I will seek your prosper” (Psalm 122:7-9)

The only shelter from the storm you may need is the belief that you can get through it. Stand tall and slender and believe and plow ahead with your bright shining eyes and that admirable spark of faith that always makes the shadow of your smile seem so inspiring.

You should always be in uniform for the war of the world that you enter, making sure to never leave that shield of faith that was so masterfully created for you to wear around your rounded bodice.  That way, in times of uncertainty, you can stand firm in the idea that everything will be alright.

Beyond the normal parameters of the prize we set our eyes on, there are the natural twists of life. Those are the days when doubts accompany you home and remain as unwelcomed guests we can call squatters that dwell within. They keep you up at night twisting in thought. As childish as it may sound, this is something that many people deal with on a daily basis.

But you must get involved in the process of overcoming the spirit burnout. Don’t simply wait until the scars heal to continue on towards your masterful victories. A mind flooded with doubt may bring you to your knees and that is a very important thing.  Turn your attention to God and ask him to equip you with the faith needed to handle it.

Always remember that you were fearfully and wonderfully made in a very skillful and unique way. Never forget how powerful your machinery is. Do you know how precious you truly are? So when you think there is no rainbow on the horizon because all you see are dark cloudy days full of rain, don’t be afraid to cry out loud to the Lord because he is listening. He can tame the flames of your tears down. Remember he is the one who deposits joy into your heart; that same joy is the one no one can take away.

With that faith, you can do anything. You can put on a happy face even when the external forces try your soul. Do you know how powerful you really are? You have conquered feats that were once only dashing thoughts. 

You can be cured of the handicap of inferiority and claim what has been left for you to inherit in the world. You can even believe in your own beauty that was once shadowed by self-doubt and instead, be centered in faith while appreciating yourself for who you see in the mirror staring back at you with lashes thickened by mascara hidden under a wide brim hat while you are balanced unsteadily on one foot.

Life is composed in parts. Cherish the moments that got you to your today. The good and the bad ones make you who you are. Do you know how truly blessed you really are? Don’t walk away mad from your yesterday when every today is like planting a new seed for the rising springs of tomorrow. 

Through the lens of history, you can accept the fact that you are a strong person; stronger than you may even truly know. No other being could walk your walk; but you did. You’ve won battles. You are a warrior. You’ve run out of steam many times and still somehow ended up on the winning side. The winning side is the brand new day filled with brand new mercies and many blessings. Thank god for that. Celebrate that God given love with joy. Do you know how much your smile inspires mine?