Sunday, September 27, 2009

share a post on LOVE

Love is by far the most important thing of all. It is the Golden Gate of Paradise. Pray for the understanding of love, and meditate upon it daily. It casts out fear. It is the fulfilling of the Law. It covers a multitude of sins. Love is absolutely invincible.

There is no difficulty that enough love will not conquer; no disease that enough love will not heal; no door that enough love not open; no gulf that enough love will not bridge; no wall that enough love will not throw down; no sin that enough love will not redeem.

It makes no difference how deeply seated may be the trouble, how hopeless the outlook, how muddled the tangle, how great the mistake; a sufficient realization of love will dissolve it all. If only you could love enough you would be the happiest and most powerful being in the world.

- Emmet Fox

as posted by mayda del valle

Friday, September 25, 2009


these music videos make me miss a very specific time in NYC especially "best of me". i remember all my brothers friends use to tell me i looked like mya and they had the mean was cute. especially since i was all about mya...she was super big for a minute on like every song. i miss jay z's ol swag too... the "lock you down" song is my ish. as for mya, where is she at nowadays? i hope shes plannin a dope comeback soon. im all for it. enjoy.

Mya ft Lil Wayne- Lock You Down

Saturday, September 19, 2009

share a poem

The Talking Back of Miss Valentine Jones: Poem # one
by June Jordan

well I wanted to braid my hair
bathe and bedeck my
self so fine
so fully aforethought for
your pleasure
I wanted to travel and read
and runaround fantastic
into war and peace:
I wanted to
and be conquered
I wanted to pickup the phone
and find you asking me
if I might possibly be alone
some night
(so I could answer cool
as the jewels I would wear
on bareskin for you
digmedaddy delectation:)
you comin ova?"
But I had to remember to write down
margarine on the list
and shoepolish and a can of
sliced pineapple in casea company
and a quarta skim milk cause Teresa's
gaining weight and don' nobody groove on
that much
and next I hadta sort for darks and lights before
the laundry hit the water which I had
to kinda keep an eye on be-
cause if the big hose jumps the sink again that
Mrs. Thompson gointa come upstairs
and brain me with a mop don' smell too
nice even though she hang
it headfirst out the winda
and I had to check
on William like to
burn hisself to death with fever
boy so thin be
callin all day "Momma! Sing to me?"
"Ma! Am I gone die?" and me not
wake enough to sit beside him longer than
to wipeaway the sweat or change the sheets/
his shirt and feed him orange
juice before I fall out of sleep and
Sweet My Jesus ain but one can
and we not thru the afternoon
and now
you (temporarily) shownup with a thing
you says' a poem and you
call it
"Will The Real Miss Black America Standup?"

guilty po' mouth
about duty beauties of my
boozeup doozies about
never mind
cause love is blind

I can't use it

and the very next bodacious Blackman
call me queen
because my life ain shit
because (in any case) he ain been here to share it
with me
(dish for dish and do for do and
dream for dream)
I'm gone scream him out my house
cause what I wanted was
to braid my hair/bathe and bedeck my
self so fully be-
cause what I wanted was
your love
not pity
cause what I wanted was
your love
your love

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

a ramble

i must say, God has definitely done something right when it comes to those I call, friends. In my stubborness, in my selfishness, and the overwhelming list of flaws-- two very special people specifically have remained patient and humble with me and in their listening, i am able to listen to myself, to discover my own mistakes as lesson landscapes. When they speak, it reaches me deep, in the heart of my ear. I owe many apologies for the ways in which my ignorance may have hurt others and at 22 years old, I have had many expectations to fulfill. At times, in my own conviction, they have believed in wisdom far more than age. Most times, this is a blessing. Except of course when people I love and even I, forget that I am still learning. At this very important time in my life, I recognize a transition in thought, the motion of perception. When you are a child and when you think as a child, the world is at once, always happening to you and then there is this budding of new light where one becomes aware that perhaps you can make things happen. This is where I find myself more times than not, a lost girl convinced of womanhood. Yet, in moments I am secretly rebellious of terms and societal projections. I do not want to be a traditional word found, woman or person. Rather, I delight in the thought of trans formative power. The science-fiction fan in me, imagines myself another woman, in a world of magical understanding and precise encounter of otherly modes of engaging with the world and relationships. But then, of course, I am a woman of this world. And I was raised by a heart broken woman, an influence that continues to teach me, just how vulnerable I am to the touch of this earth. There are things I wish I could defy, ways of existing I truly believe I can enact. Yet and still, I am clumsy for attention, for spite, for everything inadequate and so controversial. I love the vulnerability in myself I used to despise in my mother and other women. This is my dilemma, my sickening disgust. I will maybe push away everyone I have ever loved, subconsciously, believing that they have left me somehow, abandoned me, that I am alone. I used to be more certain of myself, of the way I saw this world and our relationships. Now, I feel as though I know nothing more than my soul and even then, I am confused in its expression. I want to convey so many things to those I hold most close and they'll never know, how simple I am in my need to love above all things. At some point, I do hope though, to find a love as grand and confused as mine, as atrocious and whimsical as this. Maybe even teach me new ways to see this, to learn this, I am willing to learn--but I am definitely compelled by what I know. I simply want to believe in the crazy communion of warped love, in endless possibility...I want to know what it means to live as though every day is another chance, each day is a new prayer to each other, to the best of us, in each of us...I have lost many things in this life, have had to put many lives to rest, and I am still trying to figure out how to mourn and cope while growing and celebrating potential. May i continue to meet people who baffle my understanding of existence. May those I already know continue to teach me how to love differently, always. I hope to be something new for people, something fresh, and reminiscent of home, of life and joy.....


Thursday, September 10, 2009

a dedicated poem.

i carry your heart with me

by ee cummings

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)