“Mary Christmas”

Posted in Communications, Men&Women, psychology, Relationships with tags on December 15, 2014 by ichas8440

Ichas8440 et al does know there’s numerous Mary Christmas out there and by no means is our “Mary Felicia Christmas” associated with or defines in any characteristic categorical fashion with; Those Mary Christmas. We are secure with saying our Mary Felicia Christmas is… The real Mary Christmas portrayed in this Mary Christmas. We are ICHAS8440 and we authorize this Mary Christmas.

Looking downward I could see reflections of everything above.  Visions with dramatic clarity shooting all through my mind, making it difficult to accept based on the surface floor being constructed of wood.  Yet, I know I see what is happening before me and…  As if unfolding in a super-slow-mo type mode with an underflow consistent with a dream sequence; everything superimposed on a foundation placing me in a sorta “suspended anticipation”.  She…  Yes, with me, female always the interest.  Sashes one way while glancing in another, never missing a beat, then.  In complementing style all the men to paused, stare in disbelief.  I…  Didn’t, but everything within my visual purview suddenly took on the qualities placing me in the middle of this hypnotic affair and I embraced it.  “She” seemed to have appeared outta nowhere, appearing smack dab in the center of everything while commanding focused attention.  As she moved, no, she strolled and strutted with every tempting part of her anatomy goin’ up while nothin’ showin’ the slightest sign of jigglin’.  Walking as if on water with every step, and…  Not a step ever touching the surface floor.

Still adrift, wondering silently how I arrived at this point in life and so…  Held up my Yac and Coke, carefully examining the glass and all its’ contents.  Again, there she was.  Shimmering brilliantly in the amber liquid while doin’ an image transfer from ice cube to ice cube.  Thoughts shifted, watching, considering the possibility of having been drugged and who could it be? The jazzy waitress with the big butt who…  Also advanced this entire experience just by the mere way in which she spoke.  Melodic, a rhythm all to herself.  Raspy, that’s it and I…  Liked it.  Her voice, the raspy tone and how she placed ‘ah ‘lil wispy inflection on each word.  Words pre-dipped in sexiness.  But then on second examination, it couldn’t have been her.  I had been…

Really caught-up now I realized this is all speculation, and…  Extend my hand maintaining a balled fist, fingers folded over my palm.  Advancing thought, consciously I release, fingers pointing outward, a personal flight path takes shape, and I blow.  From my advantage point I see the particles as they elevate.  Rising, gently tumbling over one another creating a rotating vortex.  The gold dust sparkles brilliantly, falling like snowflakes drizzle down.  She continues with her dance to delight, eyes focused yet…  Her head moves almost robotically.  Scanning and…  I watch.  She transforms before everybody’s eyes, morphing, taking on another aura.  Color, blue but far from sky blue and not a dismal dark blue, typical she wasn’t.  Her body becomes translucence.  Transcending into a midnight blue hue, and I think.  Moon-glow.  Lunar like light which dances only with objects capable of animated interaction with such a seductive source.  Body becomes ablaze, she glanced over and…

Felicia, at least to the general public.  Me…  The perception was closer to the reality and I alone called her “Fel”.  Yes because I had taken her there.  Still there, recalling the moment when two entwined becoming the one and just about to cross over into a pure conscious abyss.  Yeah, the point where both are wide awake but out there, on a mission.  Consummation charges the union, sounds of joy breaking the silence.  Letting Heavenly Bodies know how good it is, and.  She…  Didn’t scream or even yell, emoted would be the best way to describe her verbal articulations.  “Oooo Fella’, take me, take me there”.  I did, she went but all I focused on was, Fella’.  Felicia had definitely “fell”, deeper and deeper into what we had created.  And I…  Being “that One” lapped the experience up because…  I was The One.

Stressors familiar with Holiday didn’t come that day. Anxieties nowhere in my field of view.  My life, re-captured then, bumped by somebody also caught up in the inspiration, yet.  Jealousy didn’t become a part of my thoughts but for him, they were evident.  Quickly recognizing the evil encroaching with his presence I mentally dismissed the intrusion.  The true understand of empathy coming forth, “Kluckhead” keep it movin’.  Displaced enlightenment; leave it to those who wish to remain in such a wasteful activity.

Images evaporated and those men came off of pause.  So did the women.  Music continued to play with the melody somewhat different, and then.  I felt that presence again.  Fingertips softly upon my right shoulder, she spoke.  I was hooked, she knew it as much as I because I responded to the side the voice came from while she appeared on the other.  Looking up and over my eyelashes she looked down.  In my eyes I’m sure she recognized I liked the joke.  Smiling with one another she spoke first.  “I knew I remember your face.”  Now I was the one who quickly relinquished the pause button, slipping easily into play mode.  “Yes, and I see you still make others pause.

We sat, eyes still locked on each other, reflections of introspective thoughts dancing in our minds.  Chit-chatted came easily, oblivious to the stares of those caught-up in what was transpiring between us.  Catching up on time passed we brought each other up to speed.  Laughed and talked about those who couldn’t dance and smiled because they tried anyway.  “Exchanging Cards”, that’s what it all boiled down to be, confirming who and what we were while giving real cred. to all we had become.  Years had passed and our lives hadn’t crossed since, but…  Neither of us kept score.  I always had the ability to go stealth while remaining invisible; we both knew it and didn’t dwell on the reasons why the prolonged separation happened.  Actually none of it mattered right about then.  Misery as we all know, loves company and Holiday seems to be wrapped in it.

The waitress appeared, this time it happened to be a he.  Oh yeah and he couldn’t resist with the verbal presentation expressing his desired.  “If yous a biscuit I’d lay you out on a plate and sop ya up with molasses, darlin’ you look that good.”  Based on the last part I wasn’t about smash his dream and for the second time, let another Kluckhead go with a pass.  She did too saying, “Hold up Big Boye, don’t cha see I’m with my man”.  He was in the spirit and politely took our request for refills on our beverages of choice and became invisible himself.

Intoxed” on the emotional high I said to myself, things do go better with Coke and awaited my second glass of Cap Back.  Kluckhead number two returned with just that and we gave ourselves a toast.  Star gazing, lost in transition she and I contemplated what was, what could be and how we might let it come again.  Ahhh yes, this was easily becoming a very very Happy Holiday.

Psssss; Swap out the traditional Merry and slid in the softer version such as Mary if you be “He”.  Flip the sex and “what the heck”, Malik will do in this set.  6 of this half a doz. of that, it’s all good.  The Game, it doesn’t change, merely re-arranges.  Don’t let what is traditional or historical chart One’s course.  When the Ports ‘O Call becomes a factor during the journey, once the destination has been arrived at, it will. Definitely be; like we knew it to be; “All good”.

Happy Holiday

Jungle Luv

Posted in Communications, Men&Women, psychology, Relationships with tags , , on November 15, 2014 by ichas8440

ICHAS8440.GRAPHICS.JL.2014Warning, Warning…
Nothing is theoretical up in here.  African American women don’t have a monopoly in seeking change to who & what they are in an appearance sense.  Asian women are doin’ it to death too.  Wonder how they feel with processing back into their community from afar and their passport possesses a Pic of a totally different looking being.  Warning, Warning, won’t make up this stuff.  Don’t have to.  Its… Reality.

Accompanying “mine” to the mall, I found an empty bench where I’d sit as she shopped.  Minding “my own”, absorbed in the sights & sounds of those passing, cataloging attitudes in action, the serenity I liked.  Not to last long, invasion occurred almost simultaneously.  Ménage ‘a trios…  Yes, been there but these came as five inclusive of the triple BBBW, (Beautiful Big Black Woman).

Plenty of other benches available, but…  Oh no, they gathered right next to me.  Still in full “me mode”, a clam concealing a storm their first words erupted. “We’ve had our eyes on you.”  Mentally considering the source, my thoughts meshed immediately.  They were looking for entertainment.  Little did they know a premier presentation was just about to start.  Popcorn?  Yes, along with an arousing, titillating mental interpretation in the way of Adult Cinema.  The beverage of choice coming in the way of a fully “laced” Coke.  Yes, things do go better with Coke and mine, it sizzled.

Beautiful Divas, pitchforks in hand, collectively stuck me.  “You’ve got a beautiful child how, do you think she feels when you come here with “that other looking woman” holding your hand”.  Here we were, lights has just dimmed and they assumed a starring role, and I…  Had no hesitation. The scene, I knew.  Comfortably I slid into the role and just before expressing my verbal articulations, considered.  If not but a minute, the thought was there. Should I steal the scene now or…  Retake my power later?  My decision was to wait.  My strengths, solid, this wouldn’t be a prob.  Casualty I replied, “I know she feels good because, I’m good”.  Their facial expressions changed from those of confidence to…  Looks filled with anger.  Madness in mind would be a better description because what I came with, the revision hadn’t been updated within their scripts.

Comfortable with my adlib, waiting for the next delivery, remarkably something had been simply exposed.  Scrambling amongst themselves, wondering how they could have…  Chosen someone they assumed to be a “bit-Player” only to not have been apprised of a re-write, let alone, an entire script change.  Still, they saw themselves as capable.  Focused regained but…  The rabble-rousing was evident.  “Tell me, why don’t Black Men get at “us” the same way they get at these other women? Ya know what I’m sayin’ Brother? ”

Deja vu again, yet when last being in the dimension re-direct at will was easy.  The option allowed for the avoidance of things too…  Sensitive.  Those psychological conveyances hinting at things which could be if only I would be; ignorant to continue the chase down that proverbial rabbit hole.  Not happening, not this time.  Conflict, always the case in coherent dream states, ‘cept.  I was now, wide awake and what came next outta my head, spun theirs.  “Maybe if y’all slow your roll in straightening your hair, changing the way y’ all speak, then maybe your own men will recognize.  Probably stay instead of stray.  Genuine is what keep a male entwined.”

Oh, in their minds they were saying, “No he ‘didn’t, oh no he didn’t”.  But, I did.  I went there and their lips tightened.  Eyes, if they could cut I would’ve been sliced and diced.  One, slugging on a super-sized cup of Sweet Tea, wiped the side of her mouth as the straw slipped out.  Now chewing on a piece of ice she said, “Hey, haven’t you heard, when in Rome do like the Romans do”.  Hearing this I could only imagine silently, “here we go, a history lesson from those who don’t know a ‘thang about what their talkin’ about”.  Still, I had no intentions of flinching.  They brought it and I… Could handle the debauchery they had in mind and that’s when I knew the lights were now truly on me.  Recognizing my “mark” the stance was taken and I delivered my part.

Rome, an Empire consisting of various cultures with each representin’.  Representin’ who and what they had risen from based on enlightening identity.  Identity coming from those handing it down who…  Had came before.  Elders who let it be known that when not born blond don’t be blond.  Eyes brown, sometimes hazel, occasionally green, dependent on the chromosome mix and match.  When it’s like that, deal with it.  Color transformation sought because of advanced technology only applies to those who didn’t know or wanna be who…  They are.  Rome, Romans, didn’t waste time with underclass.  Romans were all about class distinctions.  Who and what Class R U?”

Panning wide, I was now in the Director’s chair and noticed one who got it.  She moved with the quickness.  Retrieved a tissue, dab the side of her cheek catching the tears before they rolled.  In her eyes anyone watching, feeling the intensity of the development knew she knew; Truth Had Been Told.  But, there’s always someone who’s slick and pushes.  This…  Group of 5 had just such a one.  She, coiled like a serpent saying. “But my brother we do this because. Isn’t this what you Brothers like? Blond, flowing silky smooth hair. Huge ringlets, exotic colored eyes, ya know, for that European look?”

Reptilian, playing with her false ass ringlets.  Slowly blinking my way like one wanting to hypnotize.  She came to a gun fight, “packin’”, just not quite calibrated right.  The wrappin’ of her fingers around her hair; a move to defuse.  But…  I wasn’t dialin’ down anything.  Intense, that’s how they came to me.  Now, a demure attitude, hopin’ I’d deflect too.  Not happening.

Personality; they had. But to attempt to ease the pressure they started. Nice try because this new approach, coy so that the assault could continue once they re-adjusted based on my adjustments. Proof they had an inclination of what a Positive Mental Attitude could produce, ‘cept. I had enough of dealin’ with FOLK and their F***ing ignorance of self and kind.

The “B word”, it was right there.  Hovering, knowing it’s intro was about to be announced.  Allowing for the complete destruction of all those in need of an attitude adjustment, but.  How the word would be used despite the insinuating injection during use would have only been lost where they were concerned.  At the slightest suggestion of such a word, assumptions would be made and like BBW, promptly they’d of “gone white”.

Cut, definition of “Gone White”.  (Assumed the position, transformed before One’s eyes, into Sapphire Mode).  “WTF” is Sapphire Mode.”  Oh, my mistake, so much morphing going on here it’s not a wonder how roles have been confused.  Sapphire Mode; recall BBW, now.  See them slighted publicly, simmering silently and then…  They return to their intellectual roots.  A move consisting of physical/emotional content all working towards, regaining any lost advantage.  A position visually projecting One about to lose their mind up in…  Whatever place they’ve found themselves associated with.  Neck rolls in a very sexy way.  Eyes flare, pupils expand and contract without the eyes lids ever even collapsing.  That ‘lil pouty look, they wear it well, and when they’ve got ‘cha to relax your mode believing you have been misogynist, and…

There’s one culture within this vast Western Society who’ve came way before the establishing of an enslaved empirical development but.  This highly visible culture has been devastated to the point of havin’ lost any desire to be…  Who they truly are.  Maybe these disguised BBW (Beautiful Black Women) felt it was their place to, hide who they truly were?

Nah, not it.  The brainwashing had been exact.  Divide and conquer.  Make one hate themselves and in return they’ll turn on everybody else.  Especially those who…  Come from the same beginnings as them.

I’ve been approached, asked way too many times why I’ve gone “swirl”.  Swirl; been there before the term started trending.  Still, won’t qualify the B.S..  What I provide is a glimpse into what hasn’t been considered which is to say.  Seek those who were there with me.  Break out of your small mindedness, inquire from any of ‘em if I denounced who and what I was.  Collective voices will be;  “Romantically I was with him, intimately, ‘til the wheels fell off and even then we kept goin, and he still didn’t change who or what he’ was about & just so you know, he doesn’t do Bugga Bears ”.  The creative liberties on their signing off statement, yes, that last part; luv it.  Defines to all those who attempt to hijack another’s life, invade cautiously.  Without a complete package, you will not be spared.

Recently I had the opp. to listen to “Connie Rice, Attorney”.  She expounded with some serious knowledge regarding Western Society.  Delivered an eloquent statement to which I accepted and internalized as something onto “Me & Mine”.  Those words.  (3 Gens. of males have been systematically removed through legal measures from their homes and communities Warehoused deep in the prison systems of America.)  Her point was to illustrate how a Nation had been decimated in the way of FAM..  A Nation made up of numerous other nationalities who…  Where somehow, someway left alone.  Allowed to continue and thrive.  Listening I didn’t have to imagine nor consider where she was comin’ from.  African Americans were so F***ing messed up in the head.  Remove the males from the females and you have no chance of maintaining any sense or possibility of normalcy.  Knowing this I will not even listen to African American Women who tells me they treat African American males the way they do as a way of protecting them from themselves.  Shielding them from what is comin’.

Real Talk, they have no idea who and what is comin’ because when all they wanna do is, act like.  Dress like and be like those who have raped and captivated you and yours, who the F**K are you to say what will be.  When compromise is made for the sake of personal sanction, you’d better re-consider who is gonna get “sanctioned”.  Eliminated from their entire existence because.  Men are the symbolic vanguards of every society.  Yes, women are tactical, cunning resourceful.  Sometimes more decisive than men, but.  Knowing your historical/traditional points of origin, then and only then will One to the “sum” realize what’s really goin’ on.

A las, my moment on stage was over.  My ‘lil One was returning.  She strolled and those along the windows seals, matching her step for step, adjusted theirs.  I watched, knowing these YoungStars, acting like they were window shopping had an agenda also.  When mine spoke, saying “Daddy”, one of her followers was…  Attempting to be conscious.  Noticed his opening and slid up to me offering words that he thought would be of encouragement .  “Man, you’ve gotta hella daughter, may I kick it with her for a minute, Sir?”  Motioning for him to do just that he gladly took a seat but couldn’t stop talking to me. “Pops she got that exotic thing goin’ on, like… She’s different. Way way different.”  My thoughts, “yeah, and I just fell off a banana boat. Please YoungStar miss me with the psychological head trip you wanna take me on”.

Alright, I was cool with his ‘lil deceptive attempt to get me to think he wasn’t lookin’ at her booty?  What…  Did you think, for one minute, I thought he was complimenting me on how she represented because he saw One different than the other.

Psssss; Society, “ours” is evolving and hasn’t slowed from day one.  The thing is, recognize.  YoungStar on the male side was doin’ just what he’s been witnessing since his inception.  Much like the supposedly Adult females who…  Took up along side of me comin’ to the strongest with the weakest, expecting to survive.  Hyper-Sexualized FOLK don’t have to be, nor would my ‘Lil One be.  What will be is a continuation of what was, providin’.  A stage is no longer sought for the mere entertainment of other’s pleasures.  Hummm, time to wake up.

Marcus Aurelius or… ‘Lil Marcus; Play YoungStar, Play.

Posted in Communications, Men&Women, psychology, Relationships with tags , on November 2, 2014 by ichas8440


Why teach a child such stuff?  Why not?  Disloyalty, ignorance and arrogance is what eventually becomes the foundation to those who haven’t been extended certain disciplines.

Tact and Diplomacy, qualifying mental acquisitions needed when rising to the occasion in pursuit of another for a real live relationship.  Skills avoided when considering how and when The Next Gen. will engage, stepping to accept their place within this…  Genus.  “Hummm, What does this mean?”  Something most avoid while letting their lives be hijacked because anything to do with the development of One’s sexuality in orientation is, taboo.  ‘Lil Marcus, years below the other ‘Lil Tit whom he sat eyes on; oh yes.  Barely past five and he realized the benefits of a relationship aligned with a Cougar, yet.  This One shared my Bloodline and because of this he’d have to step his Game like tenfold, or.  Deal with persuasions which wouldn’t be so easily shaken even if he knew the shake.

Imagine a future where One could increase the possibilities and probabilities of personal successes.  Oops, my mistake.  You are in the real world where your future will primarily be; disappointment after disappointment with the operative belief becoming; “It is what it is”.

“She’s gonna be my girlfriend, she just doesn’t know it.”

Powerful words from One so young, impressionable, and…  In line to be a successor to tomorrow.

Marcus Aurelius, “M.A.”.  Roman Emperor, 160 to 180.  Short reign but.  Precise, dramatic to the degree of impacting.  Therefore impressions, lasting.  His rise to being Emperor had much to do about Bloodlines, but DNA didn’t guarantee the opp in rising to the occasion.  What separated him from others was his intellect.  This is also what secured undeniable loyalty from his military Generals.  Specifically “Maximus Decimus Meridius”.  FOLK of today have no sense of commitment.  Loyalty is seen as.  A thing of the past.  See One who displays the potential of being one, and. All that’s recognized is their possibilities of excelling in conventional money making endeavors.  Life; what is life worth living when life is so…  Convoluting; (tightly twisted).

The beauty of the vast possibilities of One’s development puts a smile on the faces of “those who know”.  I knew and recognized ‘Lil Marcus the moment he stepped through my doors.  His arrival with his older sister happened from the point of a stowaway but.  If their “Play Date” between his sister and my ‘Lil One was his only means of passage, so be it.  ‘Lil Boy with ‘Lil Girls, wasn’t gonna slow him.  His confidence wasn’t stifled.  Presence, he had it.  Respect?  Oh yes, not a stupid Azz kid faking like he was welcomed while treading on another’s world.  Those irrational imprints from a parental unit, not there, and I couldn’t help but “share the luv”.  The losses of One’s potential begins and end with the refusal to recognize even during childhood, what may become.  More reason to begin real education in, “How To Approach/Attract Another”.

In the mirror was where it all began.  He could barely see his reflection cause he wasn’t tall enough, but.  He had the sense to figure out how to step back and onto the rim of the bath tub, effectively adding immediate inches.  Watching me stand, shift my weight, changing my position and examine me, he followed suit.  Not clowning but actually trying to understand what was goin’ on.  The importance of posture as it relates to simple body language was explained.  Did he understand?  Articulation is best served to the specs. of the One requesting.  “Dialing Down” so the real absorption would swell within his consciousness was no prob..  The point was well taken, he saw himself like never before and grasped how others would review him.  Isolating, categorizing, placing him where they assumed he needed to be, and.  Based on their false assumption because of what they felt he’d implied.  Now that he knew the importance of visual references and how those images established credence, he rose to another level.  ‘Lil Marcus begin to conceptualized.  Reflected on how he looked, sounded when engaging others.  He smiled at the new knowledge and patted himself on the back.  “Sounds like somebody assuming much?”

Assumptions…  Your world, not mine, and the reasons why society is so messed up.  FOLK fail to prepare for the most basic social interactions defining life.  The initial Dance between He and She always…  Designated for second level exposure which is why “The Next Gen.” is forever late and “Ah Dolla Short”, (Not being prepared for what’s comin’).

Life, there are those who rise and those who…  Always wanna be starting something.  Physical abuse?  They are adding chapters with their exploration in dishing out carnage.  Verbally boisterous, forever willing to bring the negative to someone?  All day in every way and the reasons can be traced back to nobody ever clarified to them why their emotions are in conflict when dealing with another.  Huffing, puffing, aligned with behavior of Wild Things?  Hummm, just say something they don’t wanna hear.  Personal property is targeted and destroyed with no desire for acceptance of accountability.  With them it’s; “What’s that”.  Can’t have it their way, “Whoop Dat Azz”.

Aggression becomes more demonstrative when knowledge is lacking.  I understand the importance of creating the platform in how to conform when confronted with the realities of personal denial. Want it “Your” way?  Understand the dynamics of showing it “The Best Way”.  Aggression is best regulated to combative modes.  Assertion, Ahhh.  This is what it should be about.

How FOLK are, what they become has much to do with, who saw their innate potential and step to them uncompromising.  Providing willing, what is deemed needed to rise to whatever occasion comes their way.  Boyz, someday rising within the ranks of males.  The social construct they find themselves a part of; hypnotizing.  What’s worse than a young male who has no sense of who he is let alone what he can become when…  Under a spell built on hypnotics.  My words, “A male who’s stepped into adulthood not knowin’ a thing about his emotional being”.

He, She, quickly slapped down when they don’t have the where-with-all when feelings flush through their system at the sight of the opposite sex whose.  Caused those same emotions to surge from The Gate.  ‘Lil Marcus came from someone and that somebody, rather play Video Games than recognize the responsibility of bringing another into this world.

Each weekend when ‘Lil Marcus showed up, we sat down and “Broke Bread” (Breakfast).  Didn’t matter if he ate before he left home, he had entered my world and in that world food is a common denominator.  Edibles shared creates an environment conducive to pro-active thoughts.  What he wanted, I fixed.  When One has a say in what they choose, it’s all better.  I sat the table while he explored the frig, made the choice of what…  He’d be drinking to compliment his meal.  Alcohol?  Not even in the equation.  Table etiquette?  There and on full display with his personal participation a must.  After eating, more casual dialogue.  Before he’d be excused a stop in the bathroom.  Didn’t want him putting his “Peach Marmalade” hands all over my beautiful walls.

Inside the bathroom was were the role play kicked up to another level.  He inquired about shaving but, not the time for that.  Getting to the point of holdin’ my ‘lil One’s hands wasn’t even going to be discussed.  Inside the quiet zone which all bathrooms provide, we talked about the impacts and affects during communicating his thoughts to another.  Thrive?  He did because the entertainment component was there.  Deep into my delivery?  Yes, “Boyz” like adults have short attention spans.  Intensity too high, you’ve lost ‘em.  To gain appreciation for anything, One must be met on the level providing exact comprehension.

Sounds as if you’re creating a Player?”  Most don’t even know who or what a Player represents.  What is seen on the screen, coded into the personality projection of characters making up Movie Stars, Video Gamers, are.  Glimpses of traits so foolish they’d never be matched or blended in real life situations.  To Play is to understand the cost when wanted to be “Boss”.  Much like Game.  Game is simple, direct, spontaneous.  Phraseology (Art In Usage Of Words) has an exact rhythm.  Executed by those who have taken their innate skills and allowed for them to be combined with those acquired.  Words, the sound of a voice, connects in ways thought to be mystical, but.  Because something doesn’t have an immediate understanding based on visually doesn’t mean it it’s not a part of the mix.  Think “blend”, a process occurring when the parts augmented are true to the…  Identified and intended results.  “Oh, this shit is morphing, you’re going to try to confuse with the academic explanation?”  Which is why, “Game, it’s meant to be sold not told”.  Anything free is, a tease incorporated for you the attraction.  Value in free stuff is many times lessen, which is why actual Game in rotation is seldom understood.  Most don’t have a clue of what smoothness is despite always slipping out of the things and situations personally sought.

Smooth, when it’s seen, on display in any public arena, immediately everybody moves to assume they recognize it and…  Rush to tell it.  Shout it out so everyone knows this is behavior not to be appreciated.  Hummm, another qualifying reason why within most circles everyone is chasin’ someone with little to no long-range success.

Listening to a Christian talk show I discovered they, like the Jews.  Like those practicing Islam are all wanting a relationship with a significant other.  Usual preference being opposite in sex.  Each of these sects had participated in various Cyberspace Dating Sites to no avail.  Now, like anyone at a loss, they returned to what they knew.  The prob. is all the singles in attendance at their defined orders, there for the activity known as “Date Days” and…  These participants became acutely aware that He, She, standing next the them were…  Of Alternative Life Styles.  Is this the way society has evolved?  I will only say, when you haven’t been introduced to commonalities creating the worlds of He & She, your understanding of self and kind is…  Limited.  Focus will always be narrow when mis-education is first and foremost.  “Sounds homophobic to me?”

Raise your voice to a woman and.  Be accused of being misogynistic.  Speak from the voice of a Feminist and you are labeled as the female who hates males.  Western Society especially is so ‘ucked it’s not a wonder to me why China doesn’t want the full intro of Western lifestyles to be exposed to their citizens in mass.  Truth Be Told, Western Society isn’t the first empire to be perceived as; Deviant in nature.  This projection of self is a natural progression of all great nations.  Once you have so much and little sense of any possibility of further development, you begin to depart from what’s essential and move to an explorative nature functioning on the Desire Principle.  Needs are no longer of conscious consideration because the mind has become way too toxic to aspire to anything more.  “Homophobic?”  Far removed from worrying about others and their conclusions of sexual orientation.

Lil Marcus was at mine who…  Had already saw him comin’.  She pulled me to the side to enlighten me.  “Dad he’s too young and little for me, I’m like this much taller than he is.” Minds, mental awareness, races ahead even when others don’t see and cannot observe the process in evolutionary mode.  Even if this kid didn’t get the opp. to razzle dazzle mine, he’d at least have a foundation to build on no matter where he found himself during; Latter years.  Doctors believe they see another doctor in their off-spring.  Engineers are guilt of the same process.  Lawyers won’t admit it yet they assume they’ve given birth to the next world-class legal mind.  Everybody is quick to re-produce but nar one is willing to examine while defining what’s required to; solidify the union when it involves others within the species from Day One.  Humanity or… The continuation of another “Pin Head” who will maintain the status quo of Hell Raisin’?

Psssss; Gymnast, Entertainers, Pastors to the President, all look at themselves via the mirror.  To see the refection of Oneself during the interplay with Oneself results in amazing observations when…  Anyway, Player you say.  When I was Playing none saw me comin’.  To Play once again is. Like Butta Baby.  Smooth and much more satisfying when you know how to spread.

Color; Green.

Posted in Communications, Men&Women, psychology, Relationships with tags on October 20, 2014 by ichas8440

ICHAS8440.Graphics.ColorGreen.2014Tension, rising. Attitudes, colliding.  I looked, she sighed. Cause of the friction, way too many personal contradictions.  I drove, she rode, still.  Convo had been slowed.  And the pulse…  They beat.

As time passed she suggested we change the direction we had settled into, but.  My response was, “I don’t hear you because your words are green”.  She was stumped but this was merely a momentarily lapse because her mind was quick, allowing.  No, she wouldn’t support the use or association of such a word when defining her.  Better to use the word, “affording” because she’s definitely One in complete charge of all her facilities and.  She shot back.  “Oh, I get it, you got jokes.  Here’s mine.  Oh, you wanna speak to me but when I have something to say, suddenly you are struck with selective amnesia, but.  Your mental lapse is not recognizable by me because.  I can’t hear your green voice uttering green words because.  Like you said, everything is green.  This car, green, driving down a green highway, leading us into a world that’s also; green. But.  I can’t tell because everything is…  Green.  Those trees you just thought you passed, weren’t really there even though you thought they were because.  How can you confirm anything when everything is.  Color Green.  The Plane falling out the sky, look, it’s right there.  Can you see it? Look, right over there.  Oh, my bad, how can you see it when the sky is green too.  Like the green trees lining this green four lane green road we’re traveling on.   A green plane, outta control, falling out of a green sky filled with green puffy clouds.  Hummm, really you don’t see or know anything so.  Why even ask you to stop because.  Well, why?  Can’t get out even if you did because the door handles are green and a green door handle attached to a green door I just can’t see because.  You probably can’t see it either and even if I did reach for it, my hand is green and I wouldn’t even know if I was reaching for something because.  This whole place is green and nothing can be distinguished from anything.”

Exercise in futility?  Nothing worth engaging is senseless from where I observe. Goal?  Reach One because, I am The One.  To sit back, marvel in what is based on what was, isn’t such a memorable sight.  More so when the Star shares a Bloodline.  It’s said that knowledge is power but.  What is always omitted is the completion of this phrase.  Knowledge is always in possession of someone, a body if you will.  Collectively knowledge can be amassed and stored in a vault way up in the sky, as in “The Cloud” concept.  Safety assumed and then, much like Celebs and their spicy private pics miraculously going viral.  all because someone with more knowledge than them, capable of accessing supposedly locked Cloud Storage sites, revealing what was thought to be, secretly kept from others and.  Knowledge wasn’t so “knowledgeable or secured”.

The point of this explanation is to illustrate that power, applicable power resided in the human psyche’ which is forever flexible to the point of realizing knowledge isn’t that powerful but.  He or She who possesses such knowledge is.  Knowing power is knowledge but only in the collections of people to the point that…  Power in the hands of an idiot guarantees one thing.  Exposure to those unaware ofa world headed into chaos.  Now you know the importance of…  Others in another’s life.

The terms “Irreconcilable Differences/Cruel Inhumane Treatment” and the colorful adjectives that keep flowing when One is stuck on superior stupidity is not.  I say, isn’t progressive to growth, but.  This and the constant reciting of such phrases is a by-product when anyone refuses to recognize and accept their shortcomings.  It’s part of the process of “The Blame Game” created by those much more Crafty in order to…  Cement the impenetrable walls used to guarantee division between He and She.  Denial, is what most of this posturing spawns from and.  Is a psychological process my ‘lil One can easily identify, which.  Is why the more adults need to recognize and refine their own focus.  Taking heed as in the sense of knowing why…  Why One is; much of the time really ‘ucked up.  So many keep failing at even the basic levels of communications between He and She and.  They get mad at me for having more than they’ve concluded should be my share.  Really.

Drifting as I do when wanting to find clarity, injection into another’s menagerie is easily achieved. Oh, you didn’t know I dealt in wild animals? My bad, thought I told y’all I’m One of many skills, but.  Everybody, everyone seeks to belong to a social order and when seeing another not of that order, looks shot back will.  Always be of personal contempt.  When I’m confronted with such looks, I don’t grin and accept it but know this is standard “M.O.” for those residing in a zoo or.  Those falling out of a green sky.

FOLK making up the unions between He and She seem to think everything is quantifiable.  Easily identified, isolatable and made to fit into whatever section, area or container chosen.  When accepting another into One’s world there’s a strong desire to down play what makes the One happy while attempting to soothe the other over who is…  The cause of the “Hot Pursuit” in the first place.  This is the result of believing once the conquest has been made, the dominate One will maintain domination over the…  One caught up in the “impressions” signifying true love.  Big mistake cause when real love is on deck, domination is not in the equation.  Also something that is usually missed is; when you have to “soothe” One over you really aren’t their “Object of Desire” like they’ve and you’ve made yourself out to be.

Still in “Drift Mode” clarity becomes brighter.  A duality is created allowing for One to…  Move further ahead where metaphorically One can look down those side alleys not given personal glimpses into.  It is within these private confines where another can be seen clearly.  If viewing correctly the realities are mind altering.  One becomes acutely aware of why another does what they do and why they’ve refused access to such areas in the first place.  Snooping?  Nope merely taking advantage of what One knows so that the connection to another can be better.  Besides, these places kept from One is where the real resides in the consciousness of those encountered.

In this expansive state of mind it becomes apparent…  Obvious that those rhetorical terms and legal phrases are said because “somebody” has assumed they’ve been swapped out and.  Something else has eclipsed them within their primary relationship.  Usually this something is another’s Job.  Jobs, favorite excuse when One is staying away from home.  Jobs, the go to reason when sitting down to eat and avoiding or not being in sync with One’s significant other at such a…  Opportune moment in time.  Job, on second thought a good reason when needing an excuse for not being there even when the reality happens to be.  One is probably thinking of the time had with another who’s shown a more attentive interest in.  One.  But.  Whom am I to mind read.  Tamper with another’s thoughts.

Said many times everyone, everything has an expiration date, yet.  Within a union between two and sometimes three and four, this reality shouldn’t become so pronounced.  Why?  Simply because expiration in relations with a job, profession, avocation are two separate entities.  The job means money.  Money doesn’t bring happiness but it sure beat poverty.  If and when One has put so much time at the workplace, avoiding coming home, being home and showing no interest in being together.  Merely signifies something else is happening.  No, a lot of things are happening.  Some mysterious, some so dark and lurking, undefined ‘til.  You just wanna act as if none of it exist.

The Drift, which some call “Remote Viewing” lets One know that everything is not ever all green.  Still, in these depths of awake but somehow, outside the body One can return and let others know that before these clever terms and phrases are slung, One should.  Look deep within before any such conclusion is made as to the actual cause of the absence of One’s significant other.  Also, what should be a consideration and from The Gate, should have been once the unification was established, how and what were two going to subsist off of when…  The actual requirements of a job hadn’t been associated with The Art of actual living which I probably the reasons for all the contempt.

When building for two and this extends again to 2 plus many more cause relationships today are…  Way more extensive than those of yesterday so.  Creating the Utopia said to have been foreseen, everyone has to be on the same page and not uniting based on some frivolous factors of which.  Neither has seen a reason to bring to the table so to speak.  For example, if One is a “Gold Digger” maybe…  Possibly it should be voiced just so the other is aware of some slight mental adjustments that are bound to require adjustment during the immediate future even if just for the emotional toll that is gonna take effect once revealed.  Also, sometimes what isn’t said, should be because the reality may be way different than what has been personally perceived and circulation publicly. Which has probably been the actual reason for the refusal to even consider working through the fiasco within the union itself.  But.  FOLK luv to posture if not for the peace of mind to the self, then.  For that same public who really doesn’t care about what is really going on in another’s life.  ‘Cept.  Except to the extent of mere nosiness.

So many have approached, inclusive of those not welcomed and “Bassed” (spoken without inquiring whether or not their voice wanted to be heard) and apprised me to some facts assumed germane to my life.  “Why were you out in the streets when you have all this knowledge”.  Real Talk, “None of your business”, but where I find myself today, way too many have forgotten to purchase their own supply of business ‘til I know I have enough to share.  I was out there because I wanted everything like everybody else and wasn’t waiting for tomorrow.  The separating factor in me to the we was, I didn’t sell my Soul while being out there.  This allowed for me to retain my life-line to the conscious me.  Affording me the ability to actually face the “Me” in a quest to where as I ever considered the “We”.  This in itself establishes a foundation where no job, profession will every become primary 1 where the “We” is concerned.  As for a Gold Digger in the mix, it’s like this. Someone once told me they had no idea their significant other was so, “willingly towards experimentation” when it came to carnal activities and.  It was all due to not being “willing” to open dialogue with their significant other who.  Had forge ahead, creating a collection of…  Secondary Significant Others who had no repulsion in…  Exploration on a physical plane.  The insight was the fact known as, “A closed mouth won’t be fed”.  When anything is wanted, speak up on it.  Where something is sought and a bind has been tied, securing One to Another, let the other know what’s up.  If the tone isn’t resonating with any clarity as this, thought, position, inclination is tabled, possibly it is the delivery.  This is to say, soften the approach, change the octave to the voice used.

Game, everybody says they have it but.  Most don’t.  To those who step with the words, “Everything in life isn’t always about a game”, keep it movin’.  Those who present this are of the lot always getting caught-up cause they can’t get outta their own way.  Game, is metaphorically injected here.  Split your perception and the beauty of the simple incorporation will shine light where it’s other-wise, a dimly lite world.  When any unification is “Trump” and time passes only to arrive at the juncture where “cruel and inhumane difference” have been the primary expose’ sprouted about.  Something, well a lot of things were at issue from Day One.  Just wasn’t said just as I’ve said.

Psssss; The color is still green but now seeing the distinguishing points of demarcation separating all is easier because.  Individuality signifies Character.  Oh yes, within everyone there’s another level of existence and Character is way different than acquired traits.  Character of One is the portal others fail to see.  I say, look deep, look long because.  In this life, only the strong will survive.  If you are strong, your survival will blossom as you begin to.  See through the seemingly germane colors such as when everything appears; Green.

Human Traffic…

Posted in Communications, Men&Women, psychology, Relationships with tags on October 1, 2014 by ichas8440

ICHAS8440.Graphics-HT.2014“Traffic occurs when everybody arrives at an interchange and then…Realizing preparations hadn’t been made from the beginning of… One’s venture”.

In the canyon, driving, contemplate my next move and I heard, via the Media, the 1st African American U.S. A.G. “Eric Holder” had served America with his resignation.  This startling revelation occurred about the same time “she”…  Pushed through the concealing trees, directly into my path as I wondered; Who is she and what is she to me.

Alexia, blond, light brown eyes, blouse ripped in a way that doesn’t happen from being snagged by a low branch catching on as One passes.  Strong accent indicates possibly Russian nationality, still.  Knew my language well as she said, “You Black guy, give ride”.  I don’t make it a habit of extending my door, allowing entry to those I haven’t personally vetted.  Even if the “once over” is done from a visual perspective while adding what I already know to determine if I really know.  The traditional maid’s outfit draping her body made me think, “Naw, didn’t quite fit with the face” or…  As I already surmised, that body.  Alexia, hands on my hood, leaning from the passenger’s side of my car gave a commanding presentation. Yes, very skilled and precise in conveying “Non-Vic”; (not a victim so don’t pity me).  From where I sat, what I saw, refreshing.  Especially on a highway canyon.

As she got in, tucked down in a non-conspicuous way saying “Go”, I didn’t have to wait long for her to bring it.  Brought to America by a man who knew a woman who told her, “Go with him to America have better life”, and. She believed.  The Teller of this Tale, Russian obviously, the story, One heard too many times from various foreigners and the nationality didn’t change the version.  Real Africans, many descending from all locales Asia.  Those from Central & South America.  Even Native Alaskans who probably thought they were, safe from such, takings.  I’ve known born and bred Americans who’ve couldn’t believe what their lives had morphed into.  All whisked into another land or state of being and placed at the doorstep of servitude.  A life designed on the beliefs and personal agendas of..  Captor.

The more distance separating her from the point of our inception, the more her English skills became apparent.  Even when in bondage some retain while others are slow in regaining their senses towards ceasing all they can, for the day those acquisitions will serve them best.  For her, in my presence comfort and familiarity in witnessing real kindness demolished the previous cautionary mindset and the impact lead to a smooth riding partner.  Alexia, a battered soul, desperately seeking a way back.  Back to a life minus the enforcement of ways and means oblivious to her.  Thrust into another world with nothing on the menu relevant or psychologically approachable.  All that can be expected under such terms are…  More and more of the same.  Cruelty, harsh realities, a life unwanted.

Alexia dressed as a maid, had been nothing more than a captive sex object to the husband who’s Wifey was cool with the arrangement and looked the other way just as long as…  She didn’t have to submit to whatever Alexia had been condition into accepting.  But, Alexia either wise to the deception or One to had grown into her ability to decipher, saws through the mask and knew Wifey had began to exhibit those same, latent sadistic tendencies as Hubby.  This told her it was only a matter of time before, this cycle of predation became of mutually engaging affair by Hubby and…  Wifey. A convergence of attractions she had no desire of partaking in.

Stopping for fuel, panic set in.  I saw it within her eyes and for some reason, could smell the fear.  So what, I had no though of dropping her off at the nearest Sheriff’s station.  The place we stopped for gas, put us in the same area where “Mitrice Richardson” an African American, last seen in Law Enforcement’s custody ended up dead.  Calming her apprehension the only way I knew how, food was introduced.  Nibbling on snacks, inhaling the sea breeze, waiting for the fuel tank to top off.  Was this a bad calculation on my part as I played “Capt’n Save Ah Ho?”.  Like I’ve said before, I don’t save anybody.  Guaranteeing Life to those who demanded to live and let live.

Gas in, we started off and Alexia discovered her phobias hadn’t been missed by me.  This re-recognition of another who didn’t seek to compromise her sexuality was cause for her pause.  A confirmation she was going to get another chance at life.  Where we were headed wasn’t a factor.  She just needed distance.  When getting away from anything adversarial, the first thought is to bolt. Break wide, make the move to be moved and that’s it.  Everything else, comes in time when there’s time.  Rest or the immediate thought of it, waits.  For now, everything is on automatic as the preparations had been done long ago.  This position is more so relevant when still within “enemies territory”, but.  She reached a mental point and finally allowed her lips to part.  A smile came.  She wasn’t returning to normalcy.  What was occurring was a sense of re-connect.

Most don’t think, just assume enslavement is about race.  Captivation of the weakest.  This is far from the truth.  The taking of another human being is about economics.  Labor is the driving force of the economics of the Enslaver.  When the one caught in the snare of this trap comes in the appearance of an Alexia, in that One’s mind the End Game has always arrived at the same point of conclusion.  A point One doesn’t ever want to accept as the reality, but a condition that’s always on the depth chart.  Usually coming in the sequence of 1 and 2.  Is this a factor of the position One puts themselves in?  No, and why should it be.  This operative factor arises based on the One who dictates power.  They know their position and money will…  Allow them to “have it their way”. Function above the law.  Laws, Rules and Regulations, institutional beliefs everybody is ‘pose to abide by.  Can Human Trafficking be eliminated?  No because there will always be Class distinctions defined, while maintaining a separation between those who have and have no intentions of doing without.  To those who don’t have who want, therefore…  Will be of the mindset continuing placing themselves in the harms-way of those who will exploit the basic nature of human beings.  In a perfect world enslavement wouldn’t be necessary but…  An overused expression employed when others won’t admit to what it is.  She, like others I’ve seen while partaking in parties way up in the “Gated Communities”, those slaving, working under threat of some sort of persecution because they have something in their background or past.  Identified by the Enslaver and…  To others I’ve known who see me in the parks acting as if “they” belong.  Tend to the children of those who have “scared them into submission” as they…  Demand while making them watch the kids as they play, flock, run.  Get messing then run into the arms of the same enslaved who…  Shows compassion and won’t blame the child but.  Attends to the same child as if that child was one of their own.  Compassion, passion for sharing life can appear on various levels.  Same personal consideration I was now displaying towards Alexia.  Did she attempt to use her one relevant “Trump Card” to make sure I’d reciprocate?  She knew enough to recognize that card didn’t need to surface.  This One was way more creative than others I had seen, encounter along this highway where the cargo had always been human.  On her person, cash, and she knew it was King.  She had suffered the indignation long enough and while being the captive, “took” what she’d need to make her ultimate get away.  By my estimation I wasn’t the first car to round the bend which told me, she was crafty.  Intel about others is paramount in anybody’s quest when rise to another level.  The Enslaver had an agenda.  The Wifey, Significant Other who stood back, stating it doesn’t impact them as long as it doesn’t touch them also had an agenda.  That statement, merely deceptive to self.  When you reap any benefits from an activity, legal, illegal.  Insane to “half-way sane, being viewed as sane”, you are as much a part of the victimization as the one leading.

Talking with Alexia I reflected on my own affairs with females who Back-In-The-Day handed me their expiration ticket and moved to go.  The extraction was not ever civil, peaceful or complimenting to either of us.  Some, after reconsidering, maybe for the first time actually examining what we had in relations to what we had become, flipped.  Morphing back into and stayed for another round.  Privately hoping to “re-create” that magic but.  All I needed was a glimpse and I…  Also flipped, reflected and knew it was time.  Time to push on because to stay would only mean a re-surfacing of the conflict that brought us to this point.  A point in which each of us would only be serving some vindictive, revenge lead desire to…  Bring pain to the one assumed to have caused… Pain.  With this realization my mind said, why?  Why would I want to be with anyone who didn’t want to be with me?  Eventually discovering the answer just as I understood why, Alexia’s’ Captor did what they did.  Psychological growth can come when One least expected it and to reduce One’s self to a charity case is way lower than anyone should go.  Alexia had nothing to concern herself with while in my company.  She laid her head back, commented on the Pelicans scanning and skimming along the water and.  Inhaled.

Further up along the Coast and arises another laid back beach community.  Comprised of FOLK who I knew enough about personalities to know there’d be many who would.  Have a boat, after a ‘lil convo would be progressive in their thoughts and offer to provide safe passage outta America for Alexia.  I mentioned it.  She, looked at me and said.  “I not go back to my country, I like here”.  That was enough for me.  She was an adult, fully prepared to make her decision so all I could do was help her in identifying the pros and cons.  Chop them up and give her more to think about.

Dining at the harbor café , her preferences of edibles, Squid that she tried to explain to me was Calamari of which, I still had no desire to eat, and.  Playing with her eating utensils, looking over to the Seals lounging on the buoy bobbing side to side, she…  Begin to smile more and more.  Life at least what she had begun to re-envision was in full bloom now.  She inquired about San Francisco and that’s about the time I…

Captivity cause One to dis-engage to the point that it may appear One is lost in illusion.  This perception of One’s state of being is…  False.  Until you’ve been where One has been don’t think for a minute you can cover them with the blanket you’ve chosen as your own, psychological and emotional warmth.  Despite of what One may have experienced, how you deal with it during and after is based on; What you accept as you.  In the case of Alexia, she’d been tossed, turned, sexed up, down.  Probably introduced to all sorts of deviant…  At least from her point of likes and dislikes with regard to sexual activities, and.  She knew this wasn’t her.  Did she participate or did I even consider the part she played?  Even if I shared with you the length of her captivity those minds starving for excitement.  Wanting to know all the salacious activities, will.  Add the color according to their imaginary film rollin’ in their heads as to the…  Participation level maintained by her so…  Keep imagining.  The fact is, she maintained a sense of dignity despite knowing her friend was the one who introduced her to this terror-dome.  When anyone One knows another who participates in an evil as diabolical as Human Trafficking, One can only question their own sanity in relations to identifying Who’s Who.  Still, those who do and rise again, they…  Have reinforced, personally, that they have what is required to.  Like Alexia, head to San Francisco knowing that a danger is still.  Forever present, but. The presence of danger won’t stop One who intends to live life to the fullest.

This young parent was literally abusing her child while attempting to place the child in a stroller.  I watched and after the incident others inquired of me, “How can you just sit there and let that happen”.  Really…  America, like any society has morphed into something is wasn’t ‘pose to be.  Make a suggestion to a parent whose already demonstrated a violent edge and prepare to be attacked.  As for those fearful ones who observed just as I had, ‘uck em.  People always want another to champion a cause and they know damn well, they ain’t built like that.  Alexia was built like that and I know she knew I was from a similar cloth.  In life everybody is in a rotation.  All that comes within that sphere is meant to be.  Fate?  No, just how life is.  Strong gravitate to situations that challenge.  Weak.  They do what those did at the park, look for a safe way to run their mouths and hope that no one takes offense.

Psssss; Wanna live.  Do something.  Get up off your tired ass and make it happen.  You all who’ve stayed with me have sampled much by way of what I bring.  I’ve enjoyed having you at my table. My goal is simple, provoke inspiration while enhancing One’s psyche’.  Life comes with many Ex Factors.  Ex Factor being what cannot be anticipated or totally prepared for.  The way to deal is to know that being aware doesn’t eliminate nothin’.  It only makes you more knowledgeable to what is.  Then, flexibility becomes, more decisive when thoughts and actions are…  In Vogue.  Please… Enjoy what’s been prepared exclusively for those who wish to dine minus the sideshows.

This ‘Ol Man & D.V. aka Domestic Violence

Posted in Communications, Men&Women, psychology, Relationships with tags on September 19, 2014 by ichas8440

ichas8440.graphics.ThisOlMan-2014The Knight he wasn’t but. His name was Lance.  “YoungStar” coming hard hot and ready.  Couldn’t tell him nothing because.  He was of the Gen. who knew everything.  Introduce “Cale” short for Caledonia.  Sophisticated, therefore experienced.  Record indicated she had five successful “kills” and had never applied for Sniper School.  A body that wouldn’t quit and a vocab. that made men somehow submit.  Oh, me…  This was why Lance wanted to know why I wasn’t moved by her very presence.

Those “Kills” mentioned, Ex. Spouses, Ex. Lovers, Ex “some bodies” who came into her life, assumed she was right, engaged, over time morphed.  Presented something she didn’t agree with placing her in a negative mode of contemplation, and.  None of which ever attained the elemental qualifications for submission to prosecute so.  She walked.  Yes, Cale was on the opposite end of the spectrum defining Domestic Violence or.  As I say, “D.V.”.

Most won’t even consider the number of females who are “The Perpetrators”.  Bring it up and you’ve just placed an unwanted spotlight on the 800 pounds of madness occupying the recessive minds of the masses.  No one, not one wants to recognize, talk or even consider this stat.  Cale went un-opposed in society because she had beauty, seemed very civil, all the stock she needed to keep applying her trade.  It was obvious why when He or She set eyes on Cale the attraction was…  Captivating, most definitely.  From where I’ve decided to observe which is from the perspective of, “This ’Ol Man”.  The One who hasn’t forgotten the lessons learned with the recital of Nursery Rhymes from Back-In-The-Day. Clever phrases, sometimes riddles in time but.  Knowledge still ringing true today.  “Nic Nac Paddy Whack” for those who remember, and.  I kept rollin’ on as it says in one of the verses of This ‘Ol Man.

Life, it’s about livin’, learnin’, and not makin’ the same mistakes over and over again.  Once Upon A Time it may have been the culture to “whoop ‘dat ass” but.  Progress on an intellectual tip is now, Trump.  Before things even unfold, most today have an idea about what’s going on or at the very least, the probabilities of what may happen.  And yes, some are so caught-up in the illusions of life they won’t even think about the frailties existing within another.  Especially if the other is an object of desire.

Because of the media’s present focus on D.V. as it develops within the Sports Industry everyone is engaged in private dialogue pertaining to the same.  Is this going to change anything?  Nope.  More will take advantage of the Hotline Call Centers and some will evaluate their present situation and rush to the Shelters, but.  Overall change…  Individuals aren’t having it because way too much fun is goin’ on, therefore.  Society isn’t too concerned either.  Too many cultures mixing and matching personal attitudes that don’t mesh.  Culture beliefs are structured and founded on traditional values.  What’s going on right about now is that values, morals are used as stop-gap measures.  Things incorporated only if and when what has been engaged in turns sour.  There’s so many different views and explanations pertaining to what is D.V., that it’s beyond one stop shopping for resolve.  Politicians create legislation only when its financially feasible and or public demand threatens their very political office.  Activists only want change that reflects their positions.  And as the world turns, it is pondered and always secretly; “How many agencies involved actually provide preventive care once the judicial and structural intervention programs regarding separation of  Vics and or Perps occurs”.  Real talk, a resounding small percentage.

Yes, life goes on.  It’s a personal endeavor if an Aftercare Support Group is sought of which…  Those actually identify keep preaching the status quo known as “Keep Hatin” to all those who cross over their sanctified threshold.

When I was really Roguish I’d relish the encounter with anyone who was a proponent for the victims of D.V..  Why?  Because they wanted just what they said they didn’t want.  They wanted inclusion into what they assumed was the exciting life, ‘til.  They didn’t even open their eyes until they were deep into a relationship built on illusions.  Oh yes, paint a picture, allow it to be viewed and many will line up to buy.  Metaphor?  So what, it’s real.  If I had “ducats”, (money) for those who spent time with me on an intimate level and once they found out I had no sustainable interest in them, I’d be close to a wealthier existence.  Only after this reality was pushed by me, did I become the…  800 LB’s of madness.  Prior to that, I was… Said to be different.  Despite  having shared my most deepest, darkest nightmares to them they still loudly voiced.  “We’re gonna make this our personal journey and I’m gonna see you through this “journey” with me right here on your side.”  Already in their eyes I had risen above the sickness that once engulfed me with no further thought given to what I said.

Oh yes I did…  I was “that G”.  As long as I continued to be the object of carnal delights, appearing as I arrived in the attire screamin’ success.  Smiling at the opportune times completing the photo-opps and under cover selfies confirming the closeness “we” sustained…  It was all good.  I had reformed and they stood in testament to this.

Bad me? Bad you for believing your life is so much different than those who take the position professing to know what others need to know in order to eliminate what is bad for them.  Jews date African Americans until it’s time to “go back”.  Back into their sanctified lives where D.V. is said to seldom occur.  The transgressor who…  Crossed the line and now tell all about involvement in D.V. land and now.  Gloriously profess to have found the topic something they know personally.  They are back, wanting, begging for re-acceptance into that which they truly are.  And I’m the Bad One…

Mexicans dislike El Salvadorians who can’t stand the Belizeans and none will admit they mingle and don’t give a damn if they aren’t single.  But when the relationship is no longer in Vogue, they blast to the world, “I’ve been the silent victim of D.V. will everybody listen while I rescue myself on the way to more financial success”. Mixing and matching.  Escaping with the knowledge of one culture, blending into that of another and foolishly thinking it’s gonna be different because.  Because you think life is so much different on the other side.

Jumping from sub-sets within the topic of discussion, landing on aspects of D.V. that haven’t given you any satisfaction as to how to deal with D.V..  “The nerve of me.”  Yes the nerve, and this is by design.  You just don’t wanna expand your mind, marinate on what is already “In the pot” so to speak.  Right, with all the “secret” discussions held behind closed doors where those collective voices won’t say what it is, how in the hell is anyone ‘pose to get passed the conversation and move deep into applicable solutions to prevent some of this violence?  Right, the results of subtle inferences to the symptoms while avoiding the causes of this societal malady is what keeps the convo going and no real changes to the problems existing.

Lance didn’t say but alluded to the possibility of fear being all up in me as the reasons for my refusal to engage with what Cale put out there.  This was erroneous not erogenous and that’s what I’m about.  Seeing what is, refusing to color coordinate for the benefit of inclusion and accepting what colors are added personally by the One presenting the option.  Something else, Lance was looking for a “nut” in the present day vernacular where as he… Had no understanding of what type of packaging made up the likes of Cale.  Was she a bad person?  No.  Was she dangerous?  When options are exhausted with regard to understanding One’s confusion when dealing with another who isn’t “cooperating” in the way “One” demands, and.  That person resorts to violence, what’s more dangerous than that?  Cale was of the D.V. to which nobody wants to acknowledge and. D.V. is within every culture known to man and kind.

D.V. as stated doesn’t discriminate. Class, ethnicity, Race, economics, all is welcomed.  Nothing prevents it from rearing its head, yet society doesn’t even recognize those such as Cale and ultimately extends the Cales’ of the world a pass.  This mentality in protection towards the female doesn’t help the society at large.  Am I being discriminatory by how I’ve stepped into this global discussion on D.V.?  Hummm, let me think.  My answer, wait on it!

The “nut” Lance was seeking and I referred to, relates to orgasm.  That level of danger isn’t where I wanna end up at the conclusion of any carnal experience.  Cale is calculating, voluptuous, erotically intoxicating, cunning like nobody could or would anticipate.  Few wanna see this because, very few intend to perform an examination on the various levels which D.V. reveals itself.  Cunningess is a methodology of any predators position.  Lance is “young” but that doesn’t necessitate he has to conclude the “dumb” part of this tired ass expression.  Cale knew damn well what her end game was to be because she’d executed it at least 5 times successfully before, and…  “Quiet as kept” she had probably committed more.  What she hadn’t acquired were the personal skill-sets and observational abilities to develop another way to address her violent out-burst.

There’s Camps set-up, designed and only capable of articulating to one or the other aspects of D.V..  Proponents are good and everybody should decide which side they’re gonna be on.  Still, to actually understand, identify the possibly solutions towards addressing this matter, be it to those who are The Vic.  To those who are The Perp..  To those whose real interest is only to generate income while keeping the separation cycle intake need to say what it is and stop assuming theirs is the only way.  It like religious types saying “If you’re not Christian you can forget about going to heaven”.  Or those who say, “You’re an infidel if you don’t practice and support Islam”.

Cale was in serious distress. Conflicted beyond simple reasoning.  Unless you’re void of empathy you cannot living within a functioning social order, kill and keep killing while acting like it doesn’t impact you.  Same is said for those such as Lance.  A YoungStar who is lead by “His Second Head” to which, if he doesn’t stand and deal with this Marauder of masculinity, he will…  Eventually fall to the intrusion despite of the momentarily pleasures explored.

Who has all the answers? Get real, definitely not I.  I will only address that which I know.  Still the Avenues are out there.  Seek based on what ‘cha wanna know and you shall find.  Look, based on what others have told you you may need to know and you will find also.  The difference will be in attainment, application and understanding of the overall effect on man and kind.  Today everybody is seeking a leader when few of those leading possessing leadership skills.  To lead you’ve gotta be willing to follow.  I could have taken what Lance presented, allowed my Second Head to take command and follow like being on the hunt just as he was.  But, I’d be like everybody else, not willing to stand and be accounted for.  I will not ever have a “Dog in the fight”. However, I will look at the dogs fighting and see what they do. If that’s what the dog does and it doesn’t infringe on me. Well, don’t take this outta context but, I’m cool with the dog being a dog.  I won’t support the dogs fighting but I understand the reasons for the fight and also know why there’s so many in participation.  Making up the viewing audience, occasionally saying something they assume is relevant.  Same with being able to see what a YoungStar is dealing with and not worried if the YoungStar likes me after what I have to say is said, of which…  Is very relevant.

‘Ol Man, Sophisticated Lady as the phrase to replace Mature Woman because.  That’s what’s politically correct right about now, but.  Doesn’t change what or whom the conversation has used as the focal points.  No reference to the individuals as much as the cultures.  That’s what creates what is!  D.V. isn’t a subject to be considered lightly.  The far-reaching effects are devastating beyond the wildest imaginations.  Chivalry isn’t dead. Just wait ‘til you find yourself on the opposite end of a dangerous situation and you can’t get outta if.  Watch then how quickly you seek the help of… Anyone who even appears with the remotest possibility of offering; assistance.  My assistance to Lance, that to Cale, and yes, I did eventually engage and those suggestions where just that. Suggestions. There’s multiply sides to every situation.  When addressing one, know that what is brought to you is based on.  The One stepping into your mist decides to open up about.  They have an agenda. Clear to them and vague to you, that is. Until they provide the color components and you take it from there.

Psssss; What for!  Despite those “for” the other side who line up “against” will forcefully usher in more Drama and the point…  Can become diluted.  Nothin’ about what I do will be subjected to the “Watered Down” version.  Life, again is about livin’.  I’m busy doin’ just as much because eventually I’m gonna “ascend” again, and all this will be serialized, pre-quelled by the next crew who discovers what has already been served while swearing they’ve found something new.

“Channeling This; Oooh Yeah”

Posted in Communications, Men&Women, psychology, Relationships with tags on August 29, 2014 by ichas8440

ichas8440.graphics.ChannelingThisLife no longer smooth?  Predictability replaced with, stagnation because the answers to any question posed, resulting in the same dry ass respond.  The Magician without the magic; hold on it’s gonna get crazier.

He, She, doesn’t matter. When those traditional calls are no longer returned during the time they previously were. If the arrival time for returning to the spot, doesn’t have the importance once defined by promptness, it’s time. Time for the juiciness to be fully squeezed out even when you don’t think any remains.

When you think they are tellin’ the truth as you hear, “I’ve moved in but it’s just temp. ‘til I can get my own place”. Temporary is all-inclusive under these terms, and yes; toothbrush still in the cabinet but the moved out a long time ago.  If it’s the Boss or anyone met while in the capacity known as “work related”, best believe the signs have been received, read and acted upon by them way before the move-in date was exchanged.  Some say these types of relationship don’t last because they are based on factors arising from a depressed state.  Maybe, maybe not.  Depends on the insight and assertiveness of the one who has offered the…  Bed.

Pistola in hand, safety off.  Tears rollin’ because you really don’t wanna take the only life you know and have no real understanding of what lies beyond.  Nervously fumbling with the gun, you see a light.  Hoping for mercy.  Frantically searching within this imaginary glimmer for a sighting of your significant other.  There, a visual has been made, you see them running towards you, smiling, happy to be where they are.  You think “Those were the times”, then.  You feel the dog rubbing against your leg as you look down, confirming the physical contact and.  Reality has returned.

Emotional despondency, personal misery, subtle expressions of depression will create havoc within Ones life.  Where another is identified as the cause, over-stimulation of the psyche’ happens and the trip will be way beyond your wildest dreams.  The temp housing becomes tangible images of how you use to have it.  Late night, any night a delight, the cuddling when watching T.V., feeding one another popcorn not wanting to be the one to consume the last kernel so you share.  The twosome in the shower dates washing each others back, morphing into mad passionate aquatic Sex-Capades.  But now…  You’ve been replaced and the laughter, those words which use to make their way deep down into your body, confirming you’ve got it following with.   “I’ve never felt like this before and I’ll never ever never leave you”, are now expressed to.  Not you at least not at this time, and you wanna snap.  Writing was on the wall long before legible by “you” and.

In today’s times there’s always a prescription purchasable to disguise any type of emotional pain.  The prob. is, the source of the pain will not diminish as it has only been masked.  Seek help from those within your immediate circle proves fruitless as well because.  Everybody sees you as the winner and no one wants to be associated with depression because.  They assume it will infect them. To a large degree the possibility of absorbing many of the traits defining this mental state are, actually very contagious.  Only because, like you they are probably just as fragile, but pride prevents any possibility of admitting guilt.  So, you, them, avoid the real while they tell you it’s okay and; “Rise above it I know you can“.  But, in your particular scenario you have licensed personnel who are experts in this and.  Schedule an appointment for the next fix.  You go, they see you.  Listen to you and…  You begin to notice the same blank facial expressions you…  Had when this whole thing began and this is confirmation they are adrift in their own thoughts based on you taking them there.  Not always the case but… It happens more than any professional will cope too.

Self medication isn’t always an option but. You live with yourself each and every day. You can become aware of the Triggers pushing you closer to that edge so.  Can’t escape the skin you’re already in so meditate.  Search your soul, exploring what really makes you need, want and desire.  Do you have a predisposition to any chemical substances.  When the answer is yes, even if it is to just make it through the professional day, don’t.  I repeat do not move in that direction.  You do and you’ll become as predictable as your significant other who is now.  In the arms of another, drifting, hoping this time it will be better than before but.  Based on the driving motivations making all this possible in the first place, secretly you know like they do, it’s not probably.  Once the novelty has worn off, the affair will turn in to what it is.  Another discovery as in fling that has grown beyond its borders.  Still, there’s light at the end of the tunnel you’ve let blind you because.  You are conscious of what’s really goin’ on.

Before all comes tumblin’ down, prepare a plan.  Manage that time and stop letting it handle you.  Accept life can sometime resemble war so.  Know that you are now behind, enemy lines and nothin’ is sacred.  This includes your significant other who you once thought was “Sent From Above”.  Everything should be viewed as below you now.  Gather yourself, step over it.  Vanquish those morbid thoughts causing you to wanna vomit because.  You can’t fathom the thought, let alone the graphic images of “yours truly” grasping for air as a result of being in the throes of another as they create, total ecstasy even though they’re still using the Com-Links to connect with you.  Lying to you and…

Harmony, works both ways, now you’ve gotta establish another rhythm if you intend to create a more compliment sound.

This is not easy but it is.  Like breathing, once you’ve master the ability you never see it as a task.   Repeat the motions and movements guaranteeing your life.  Step up and in while getting it right. Those Wordsmiths who come up with the clever saying, they still hold true. “Shit happens” is a truism. Yours stunk.  Theirs too.  You just didn’t wanna admit it during the time when you were wrapped up.  Wining and dining.  Again, monogamy is a choice.  Exclusivity doesn’t mean what it once did.  Wanna play in that arena, get with The Game.

The question was posed, “I don’t want a divorce”.  Hearing it, I watched as the body language indicated something unsaid.  Seeking what I already knew, I asked.  No, smilin’ like a wick Pirate I said, “you don’t wanna share that money”.  Confirmation came quick, the response was, “You’re right”.  Knowing this, goin’ into The Game and love is in the air, come up for some.  Step back and casually state “The Terms Of Services”.  Oh, logic isn’t a part of the plan when engaging?  What’s more logical than something that’s gonna impact you for the rest of your life.  Even when you don’t wanna admit it.

Psssss; To those wallowin’ in pain and misery about what got away.  Find personal solace by recalling who was there.  You!  Arranging the initial song, now.  Do another masterpiece.  This one, probably in C-major.  Oh yes, another major production staring…  You.


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