I have a plan. (part 3)

Have you ever been alone with no plan? I always had a plan.

Allow me to first say Good morning, good evening and God bless your life before venturing left field. Like I haven’t been doing that already. I was lost. I walking around with no destination. I was arguing with no conclusion. I was seeing without vision. I’m sure none of you have been here before. Not to be sarcastic but too many people like to fake it till they make it, act like they have it together, tell you how to do it like them, so I’ll make for argument’s sake like I am, and was, alone on this one.

I needed a plan. I aaaaaaalways had a plan.

Before I get to part 3 of I have a plan...

I am going to have start by saying this. Good Morning. Good Evening. God bless your life.

On second thoughts, sometimes keeping it real can go horribly wrong sometimes. Lets dilute this abit....

My friend and Pastor Danny Hand has a big picture for the clean up of the City the world calls Sin City. He believes God can free all these people fooling themselves into losing their money and piece of mind while thinking they are having the time of their lives because the  cheap and even expensive liquor is free while they pull levers, and the drugs are free while they dance it up with rich but broken idols of this country’s success, but it all gets expensive in the morning when they wake up to bad decisions, temporary friends heading to airports, broken homes and families, and body and mind decaying powder they would sell their souls for. He knows that when the party’s over the amount of clean up necessary is in direct disproportion to the STRENGTH, ability or even desire to sponge down, inside or out, physically, spiritually or otherwise.

I have a plan. (Part 2)

So now what was the plan? I always had a plan.

Suffice it to say at one point I stopped planning and started pitying. Everything went south. Well, the lady actually went north east and married a “friend” I introduced her to. It’s never that black and white and trust that it took a momentous and monumental amount of series of events to get to that conclusion. When I am trying to write a book and not a blog post, I’ll get into that in more detail. But that’s actually a jump forward. Let’s try to stick to the plan.

What was the plan? I always had a plan.

I have a plan. (Part 1)

I have a plan.

Somewhere in 2008 I slowly started to realise nothing was going according to plan. Maybe at that point I should have had the foresight to see that maybe, just maybe, that meant that I was following the wrong plan. That or maybe I just hadn’t accepted that the right plan was going to get followed regardless. Maybe I should have realised that nothing was just going according to MY idea of the plan.

You see, I did have a plan.

Do. Not. Com. Part. Mental. Ise me.

Good Morning, Good Evening, God BLess your Life.

I am a human being. Level my playing field because I level yours. I believe there's men, and then there's women. And they are equal, but they are not. Together they make equal, apart they are just Men and Women. Men. And Women. Women. And Men.

I am about to disown my race and ethnicity so I can inherit my humanity. Thank you society for deciding I can't be both human and black. I can't be human and African. I can't be human and male. A human and a man. A human and sane. Thank you for making me choose.

I choose Human.

If I Have not Love...(Caution: This Got Long)

        Good morning, evening and afternoon. God bless your life. It's been a while since I've written a blog post. I've been busy working on some things, including a nationwide 2011 tour, wrapping up this SOS project, dealing with the issues sorrounding that and other things. Eva is home today studying so Sonya is not occupying the amount of my existence that she usually does. My daily 3 mile run, a Hash-House-A-Go-Go breakfast and an Eddie James music binge out the way, and I wrote this post on paper. From Bed. I'll dispense with any specifics on that one.

Something else is here.

God Bless your life. Good Morning. Good Evening. Sonya is in the living room “cooking” with her Toy Kitchen set and I’m in my room gearing up to go clean my bathroom before making lunch before packing up for my two week trip to the Mid West. The apprehension is almost staggering. I’m in a different place in so many ways that I can’t wait to see the reaction of anyone that notices. And let’s just say they will notice...

Turning your Whine into Water.

God Bless your life. Good Morning. Good Evening. Sonya woke up early and we went walking before the sun got too hot outside so now she is asleep next to a jam filled muffin and a cup of orange juice she is probably going to be sure to redecorate the tan carpet with, unless I change their proximity from each other. One Sec.....

Picking the Cause for the Crowd

Good Morning. Good Evening. God Bless your life. Sonya loves either cartoons or the food network. I don’t trust cartoons much, so guess what she’s watching. Disney and Nickolodeon ruined it for me when it comes to cartoons, but I’m an adult and she’s a kid. I have to keep that in mind. She really is fascinated with the food network though, probably something to do with her love for food, but for a little girl who isn’t even three yet, I think that’s pretty cool.

Some Days will be weak. Some weeks will be a daze

Good morning, regardless. Good evening, regardless. God Bless your life, regardless. Sonya is at her most angelic right now, which is asleep on a couch. I’m trying to listen to uplifting music right and remember all my victories this week so far instead of how average everything feels right now. The last couple of days have had their ups and downs, but my view is one I believe to be same as most, one sided. Why am I stuck on the down side? I wonder how many people ask themselves the question I am asking myself right now.

When the Hard way IS the easy way

I’m sitting in the dining area of our home waiting to keep reminding Sonya to finish her lunch every twelve or so minutes, looking at something that warrants discussion. There’s these three idontknowhatyoucallems  that help decorate the wall above the staircase leading up into the house. Inscribed on each of these are respectively; dance like there’s nobody watching, love like you’ll never get hurt, and sing like there’s nobody listening. All three are basically promoting a well advertised philosophy to make it through life in this broken and dang near hopeless day and age rife with strife and struggle.

The Self Help/Sell Help philosophy

Good Morning and Evening. Good day or night. God Bless you and your life. My niece is carrying around the freakiest looking bald headed pen tattooed doll you’ll ever glance upon in your life and loving on it like a beauty pageant winner. Kids, you got to love them. May she always have that good hearted openness, most people lose it at like, what, six years old?


If you take away anything positive from reading any of this, then I thank God. I’m not writing this to waste anyone’s time. I want this discussion to be free, not cheap. And that’s another thing, I’m not here to sell an agenda. Whatever you take from this whole experience I give, freely. Wisdom, if I have any, should be a gift, not a product. Nothing against people who sell their knowledge, people got to eat and feed families, but I’m no Doctor Phil. Putting a price and a time limit on help of any kind makes puts a price and time limit on it’s effectiveness to me. And maybe it’s just me, but not only do I believe in a God who gives wisdom and knowledge freely, I also believe the wiser we all are, the better off we all are. I want to know as much as possible, so by all means, tell me something enriching. Teach me something to help me that I don’t already know. Something that is going to add to my life, I only write stuff I feel is not only important, but positive.

Maybe I’m saying because it DOES sound like self help material when I read it back to myself. It has even been pointed out to me, today actually as I sat down to write this knowing what I was going to write, by phone by someone who I doubt even reads these. I’m apparently in self help mode. Here are significant differences at least to me though, that I feel need pointed out. I for one don’t think I helped myself, but that’s a whole other blog post. I’m not sure anyone can really help themselves, we just do what we can. And self help books are written by someone else to help THEM make money, at your expense or otherwise. You’re not even the self they really have it in mind to help, especially as help shouldn’t cost money. That’s not help, that’s services rendered, and the whole dynamic changes.

This project isn’t about the answers, it’s about the questions. Anything I write here, I asked about. Any songs I wrote on the project were either genuine questions or genuine reflections. I really feel when or how I asked these questions saved my life, so I put my answers on hold (Lifelines) and decided the questions mattered more because people die asking them. And buy asking them. And I want to see if anyone finds the questions as important as I think they are.

Or maybe I just never heard an answer or full explanation that I liked from watching Oprah, leave alone Doctor Phil. Maybe it’s both.

Moment of Silence....

.....for the families of the casualties of 9/11.
God Keep and Comfort you.
Amen.

Something to Work on.

Good Morning. Good Evening. Wherever and whenever this finds you, may your day and night be good. God bless your life. I’m going to finish this and then attempt to make breakfast for my niece and try to clean up house a bit.


Work. That is a concept I have to fight to integrate into my life in general these days. And I won’t even lie, right now I have to push myself into it. This of course means that on too many days I don’t put in the work I’m supposed to. This goes for anything attached to work, working out, working on, working things out, working up to working, working off any debts I have incurred, these concepts are second nature to me. I have come to slightly envy people the concept comes organic to. I would rather lay around somewhere, do the least amount of effort, take a “power” nap. Just thinking of work makes me tired.

A Little Something for Nothing

Good Morning. Good Evening. Whatever time of day this finds you, may it be good. God bless your life. This is the part of our interaction where I get some more stuff out of the way, maybe because I’m new to this blogging thing and feel the need to explain everything.

I intend to greet readers at the beginning of every blog post for a few reasons. It’s polite. That’s how I was raised. A little positivity never hurt anybody. But the biggest reason might be that one of these days I might wake up and not do it, or do it and not mean it. One of these days I might wake up to my own problems, which could quite possibly take precedence over my good will hunting, and all the spirituality in the world won’t give me the strength to say hello, or mean it. Now some people might confuse this with smiling to save face or plastic courtesy. That’s fine with me, I don’t determine what you do with what I give you, only what I give. The new age developed world way of doing things is don’t give anything you can’t physically get back something for. I don’t like that way of thinking so I’m going to do my best to live against it....

Fingerprints:

I’ll start this by wishing you and yours a good and prosperous day. The world gets tough and everyone has to put up the I’m OK facade so I hope you all really are OK. I hope that you’re doing more than OK, you’re doing WONDERFULLY. All sappiness aside, it’s a cloudy vegas day and I’m waiting to go in and wrap up the recording for this SOS project. I got a couple other treats in the works to slightly remind cats that this is what I do, so we’ll see how that goes as well.


I’m just trying not to lose my belief in people. My view is probably a little skewed having been in the United states this long, but I know it’s still a trend setting forerunner. And I have a few issues with what I see and hear....

SOS:Songs of Struggle - The Introduction

(Why spiritual over secular? Krukid? Christian? What the? What just happened?)

First off I hope you, whoever you are, are having a good and blessed day. Thank you for taking the time to read this, seeing as you didn’t have to. This is not a self help programme (oh yeah, I spell stuff how you’re supposed to spell it, let’s just get that out of the way from jump). I’m not even sure how much of an explanation this is going to be. I just know that I’m real good for springing what some would call extreme changes in my daily life on people, even when they’ve been in the works for months on end. This would be a case in point.