Organic Thoughts

Organic Thoughts

       Be a witness someone said, so the next man won’t walk blind, but in my eyes the process feels incomplete like 15 minus 9, or a highway without a sign, for it was on the 7^th day He rested, but when logic forces me back to Earth the roads are still congested. Vision vandals rewrittin’ the message in my own screenplay, ad libin and tryna play a part telling me the he say she say. It’s like the more I seek the target the more I hear the arrows coming, you are what you eat, so pack light to reach the summit. No shortcuts to the peak, and If you waste your time searchin’ you’ll be in great company, everyone takes Easy Street. It’s right next to the corner you once cut while in a hurry, the idea had a ring to it, now to that habit I pronounce you married. I rid my thought process of processed thoughts and ordinary, cut out the middle man found extraordinary. Without a witness the time spent was never bought, keep it light and simple with Organic thoughts.

Black Men Are Selfish Series

(Excerpt) Ch. 7

Great Expectations

Are you good enough to get mad?

“Not doubt, certainty is what drives one mad” -Nietzsche

                   Robert Rosenthal performed an experiment in a school one year to disclose the extent expectations have on people. He had the principal of the school call in three teachers into the office at the beginning of a school year. These teachers were told that they had been chosen as the best teachers in the entire school based on performance tests and likeability from the students. Because of this they were told that three classes were set aside for them consisting of only the brightest students in the school. They then told the teachers that they weren’t allowed to tell the students of this special accommodation in fears of discrimination suits. The teachers were told to use the same teachings, curriculum and that they expected great things to come of this......Click Here for more

Black Men Are Selfish Series

(Excerpt) Ch. 4

“The Man”

“As a rule, men worry more about what they can't see than about what they can”. -

Julius Caesar

  

                    The reasons behind this can be attributed to many things, but one reason stands out in my mind and is kind of personal to me. My mother was diagnosed with Breast cancer a year ago, right around the time of Breast cancer month. My next-door neighbor had died from breast cancer two month’s prior. With this entire situation happening I had no choice but to be aware of this tragedy that is attacking women at an alarming rate. My mother was able to recover. During a long car ride with my brother and I, my father sneaks in that his doctor informed him that he might have prostate cancer. Now I was facing two parents with a deadly disease, and thinking back, I had more information about breast cancer than I did about prostate cancer. There were a couple commercials about prostate cancer, but no prostate cancer month as far as I know, nothing else about it. When I was aware of my mother having breast cancer, I knew statistics about it, there was a month devoted to raising money to help the cure, people were wearing pink at sports events, I knew so much just by watching TV........ Click Here

Black Men Are Selfish Series

CH.6

Why Do You Still Love Us?... Attraction!

“What makes electricity? ... A positive and negative energy”

                

             If someone isn’t attracted to you with his or her first impression, there’s nothing you can do about it. If someone is attracted to you with their first impression, there is nothing they can do about it. Whatever it would take for you to reverse these actions is simply not worth the time end effort. .......

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If These Walls Could Talk

          

         
              The tea kettle was boiling with an elixir so potent it made the paint chip. Floors creaked from constantly measuring the weight of matter, and the pressure of high expectations sometimes made the ceiling cry. "We're not movin" she said as the appraiser downplayed the value of the house that had walls strong enough to handle the tyrant outrages of four adolescent boys fighting to become men and prayers cried loud and Sunday hymns and door slammed so tight evil could never enter in. The shadows in the yard changed as branches fell from fit's of rage, but God said that it would never rain again for 40 nights and 40 days. This house was no Ark, but sparked by an embark, few thought would ever stand the test of time. "Be patient" became the motto as four brothers packed the carload, there was always something about being in the front seat. With water in one hand, and a glance at some sand, she knew they had the tools to form their own concrete. "Don't be fooled, play the game, their resources are the same", filled their minds when the clouds blocked their shine. For she knew of the tricks, manipulations, conflicts the same brew that made the paint chip. It's not the gloss in the color, or the mood that you get, or a picture hanging high in a frame. If these walls could talk, they'd refused to be covered, cause a great story could be told through pain.

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          No one can see the scars left behind. Her I.D. only shows where she is headed. She hopes they see it too, so they can quit asking about her job or purpose. She’s running out of excuses trying to explain each step she takes. She knows she’s on the right path, they may laugh, but she’s just executing a plan that was given before birth. Her I.D. symbolizes her purpose and she somehow gets satisfaction by just knowing she has a job to do. The superintendent, often reminds her, just like her superiors once did, that she can only become a pawn in someone elses chess game and if she’s lucky the king will put a ring turning the queen into more than “That Thing”. These morals were always taught by those she looks up to and have been stained in her brain since birth and shadow her around and become even more evident when the sun is at it’s brightest. Its gotten to the point where she sees it being spoken through other people and even situations. Its as if everyone’s in on the joke. She stares at her I.D. which says that she‘s fully capable of completing the job by herself. No man required. Dreams start contradicting each other. Something about the super doesn’t make sense. Failed attempts at the job make her wonder if she should change the description on the I.D. Chaos ensues, until she remembers what got her through the last time this happened. She knows that it’s drive that brings her pleasure and a voice deep within says “Ebony go”. The chains that locked her into that dark place of confusion break loose. “Ebony go”. She needs inspiration to keep going faster than she can say her name, so she just chants “E-go”. She now has a defense against anything that would even attempt to embarrass her. She found the key to success. Her “ego” is no longer just a chant, but can now be seen in her clothes and material possessions. Her ‘ego” is now a force field, and anyone that doesn’t know her agenda now, she would be glad to let them know. Friends become intimidated, everyone else irritated, no one understands. “Better them than me”. She says “Understand what I’m fightin’ against and you’ll understand my ‘ego’”.......PART 2 COMING SOON.

　

*Based on Id, Super Ego, and Ego.

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From "The Clay-Maker" Clay Matthews #52 GB Packers
"Will do"

BMRS

Black Men Are Selfish!

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