MySpace vs. RealSpace

I think that this MySpace gig is fascinating...

Think about it: MySpace friends exists within the confines of this dot.com generated universe...we can Add friends as we see fit...we can Delete them as well...damn, we can even request or deny them entry into our world...

I smiled while thinking about this...especially as our friend's lists grow and comments are posted from folk that I haven't talked to in RealSpace...I guess this is the genius of the invention...it causes MySpace to hit head on with RealSpace...

So here it is...what's the lesson? In RealSpace we too can Add friends simply by connecting with them...being real...and open...however, in RealSpace we can very well delete friends by doing the converse.

I am happy that MySpace exists in the world of the URL, otherwise I would be in trouble...I am fotunate that in RealSpace, we can cling to those who trek daily with us in our lives. I should put up a Friend's List on my frig to remind me of who they are...and how thankful I am for having them...

Yeah, I might do that...on second thoughts, I should just tell them and show them how much I appreciate them...

Breathe again...

Okay, I just got back to Jersey from the mountains of Pennsylvania. It was amazing!

It is nice to get away and lose one's self in the beauty of our natural surroundings. The mountains made me remember my own vulnerability. The rivers and streams made me consider the need for tranquility in my life. The dirt roads made me consider how things were...

I had a chance to breathe...reflect...and live!

I guess that it is why it is so important to take time out for ourselves. And even more important to spend quality tine with those that we love.

I need to go away more...it helped me to appreciate what and who awaits me at home.

"Brown bodies + no money = Worthless?"

As I am writing this entry, the people of Somalia are once again facing the devastating after effects of a major flood caused by the overflow of the countries major rivers, the Shabelle and Juba.

Pictures of Brown bodies, moving about through soon-to-be disease infested waters are mere snap shot glimpses on world news channels. One will notice the minimal emphasis, on part of our world's media and "first world" governments, placed on the millions of Black bodies affected in a country that is notorious for its lack of infrastructure and war ridden history. Apart from the movie, "Black Hawk Down" centered in Mogadishu, and the running "jokes" (horrific as they are) about hunger stricken skinny Somalians (especially out of the mouths of other Brown people) that have pushed the country into the public eye, why no attention and world support now?

Why are the news stories about the millions of Brown women, men, boys, girls, grandmothers, and grandfathers relegated to a mere two minutes?

Why haven't the Obamas, Sharptons, and Rangels attempted to wake the world out its slumber?

Why? Because Brown bodies, surviving in countries, territories, cities, and villages, that are impoverished...or without resources that we can use (unless we are already using them)...are seen as nonentities...and not our priority!

Brown bodies + money = we can tolerate you...Brown bodies + no money = Worthless!

Poetry Shower...in the mood to let it rain...

“In Art Form”

Is that a kaleidoscopic image of me
hanging on your bare wall?

Why am I smiling you ask?
Because friend, you painted me with such intensity.

Yes, it was rather difficult to recognize my likeness.
My eye seems to have gotten lost in the glossy red coat that you used.

I assume that you picked a hue and type that screamed “lurid”.
Am I really?

Oh, I can see how that can be fascinating,
A boy a girl? A man a woman? An x or y, chromosome that is?

Well, I figured that you could have portrayed me as an apple.
After all, we apples are always fearful of being de-cored.

Yes, I have one dear friend.
Would you spell that s-o-l-e or s-o-u-l?

You may, yes you may hang me up for public display.
Some passerby may recognize and see themselves in me.

You’re right, “but what if…?”
I am recognized and despised

Have I ever seen an oil cry?
Yes friend indeed, when one uses the wrong paint

Well, I’m off to visit the sculptor.
I heard my bust is complete.


“Untitled”

Whose job is it anyway to ensure that I am taught the truth:
that I am a princess or a prince in wait?
Who will advocate for me when I am told that
I am nothing more than a slut or a future pimp
to be or not to be like my good for nothing mother and absent father?
I say, who will look me into the deep of my eyes
and see the traces of my visions and dreams
that appear like a kaleidoscope sometimes?
I ask, who of you will stop and remind me
that I am God’s child, truly loved, verily blessed,
oh so revered, and the apple of God’s eyes?

I am lost like a precious piece of jewelry
that has slipped out of your hands
and into a dark crevice for someone else to find.
I am searching for my true self
in the midst of shadows that appear to cover my identity.
So will you hear me, feel me, and respond to my call?
Will you bring together the pieces of my broken legacy for once and for all?
Because I need you to restore me to my throne
Open your eyes
because the dream is over and we have been sleeping far too long.


“Simply letters”

Help me to “c” things as “u” do.
The only problem is,
When “u” try, remember that i c
Things differently.
But don’t worry, if i seem to be slow
2 comprehend, don’t bend
Because it will only take 1 minute to go from
Y to o k, i c.