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You got my Back cause I got yours…

Posted in Communications, Men&Women, psychology, Relationships with tags , on March 22, 2011 by ichas8440

I hear this all the time, and when I do, there’s no wondering why FOLKS breath stanks.  When one has so much funk comin’ outta them the illusion of B.S. is no longer…  Well an illusion!

My post title erupted from the mouth of another while we watched the clouds gather as they blocked out the setting sun.  To me the statement was redundant.  Although we shared this moment in time, he and I were not of the same time.  In anticipating my expression confirming agreement of his assessment of us, I guess I hadn’t spoken quick enough.  Yes, he then looked at me saying that I was channeling Estefan one of the characters from the film “Kill Bill”.  Again I missed him along with his analogy of who I was.

Because he wanted convo he continued down this yellow brick road not knowin’ I’ve traversed highways & byways actually made of the much sought after substance known as Gold, yet…  This statement he was making now, attracted my interest.  He had said that I spoke on behalf of “She” and neglected “He”.  Silly I agree but…  Now he had awaken The 22nd G.  If he’d of chosen any other day his words would have fallen on un-interested ears, but not today.  This is my day.  The day I appeared on this planet.  Adjusting my posture I grabbed a grape, slipped it between my lips and enjoyed the  juices as they squirted throughout my mouth.  The liquid nourishment was sweet, recharging, now I was prepared to “breathe on him”.

People start stuff and then after they’ve gotten way out there they look for others to rescue ’em.  Rescue as in asking another if he or she would have their Back in the event of things going sideways.  I laugh when I hear this because people seem to always start shit that they have no idea of the long-range impacts that are surely coming.  The Cat who was with me while watching Mother Nature do her stuff; he was no different.

Reflections of past times, many defined in the public annals of life’s crimes, I will always see me!  Same as when I’m asked if I would have another’s Back if and when times become hard.  Having another’s Back is akin to an E-Ticket ride.  “E-Ticket, oh.  Don’t know what I’m talkin’ about?” This merely means if and when you possess such a ticket you have an all-inclusive pass to everything imaginable.  Sight, sound, whatever.  Having the E-Ticket guarantees that many times you know why people speak even before that person has spoken.  “Mind reading capabilities?” No, just a certain awareness of what is.

My associate wanted to know if I would have his Back and…  He also made mention of me championing the position of “She” when I craft my words towards developing these pieces for all to see.  My mind isn’t narrow but his may be as life isn’t exclusive to He or She.  Life is about change while knowing that everything will forever be…  Re-arranged.  It’s about making mistakes but having the insight to accept.  Accept that you probably didn’t have the foresight to get it right even when considering life in hindsight.

Life is knowin’ that if and when someone ask you to have their Back it’s probably a case of hearing from one who knows they wouldn’t have yours.  He or She, it wouldn’t matter who is making the statement, having another’s Back can extend well beyond whatever your wildest imagination could have ever conjured up.  Again, I speak from experience supported by exposures many dream of but…  Really don’t wanna go through in any capacity.  As for me championing one sex over the other; Naw.  Neither is that important without the other so there is no need for division.   

When “He” reads it is just like “She” reads; its personal.  Objectively to subjectively, it’s all personal no matter how much you try to keep it intellectual.  Maybe that’s why I’m still…  G!

Psssss;  When it’s your day as in B.Day reflect while considering those steps you’ve taken towards establishing “YOU”.  Everything is subjective even when you wish to remain Objective.  Don’t get it twisted.  Once “She” swore to havin’ my back.  Once “He” professed to being like that character from “Child’s Play” by the name of “Chucky”.  Even used the term Chucky deployed to trick all the others; “Friends to the end”.  It’s amazing how quickly an end can appear and you are the one unware of it’s impending climax.  Hummm, maybe you forgot that everything is…  Damn, I love this thing known as life, enjoy yours and don’t get caught up in the dumb stuff.  “Darlin’ are you ready to go out and kiss the sky”

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“Malika’s Moves”

Posted in Communications, Men&Women, psychology, Relationships with tags , , , , , on March 1, 2011 by ichas8440

”Salmon; best served wild!”

There are some extra-ordinary women who just make you wanna stop and stare.  Call it an allure, see them as fascinating; just remember this.  No matter how you verbally define ‘em, you see them!

The life-sustaining properties of salmon are known throughout the world, so much so ‘til scientist have even gotten into The Game.  Today, the big thing is genetical modifications; the changing of everything in the name of supporting life.  Regardless of how you flip it, salmon will be un-sustainable in its natural form.  Hummm, much like women.

Today everything seems to be headed the way of genetical modifications.  Demand is at such an all time high ’til it’s created an interest from the field of science.  Funny, most Scientists don’t look or even act like their character depictions shown on T.V.  And…  This is who’s taken up the new designs of women!  When you see Silver Screen Scientists they are ultra-cool & totally beyond anything reflected in the real world.  They always arrive at an answer for every aspect of the life as we live it.  But…  Don’t get it twisted, many creations seen on T.V. don’t have any real connections to what is.  Still, I believe in some of what science has discovers, but when it comes to the Inneractions/Communications between He&She, there are factors science won’t ever include in their assessments.  Hence…  You get monsters like the genetical modified salmon.  Especially obvious when aligned with the original.

Women love to compare men to the likes of a Don Juan and that infamous Bad Ass Billy.  Yet, when man compares “woman” to other women, the one in the mix for obvious reasons can’t accept it.  Demands not to be compared with anybody!  Whoa, is this a double standard or what?  Doesn’t matter, She&He think while acting totally different no matter the case, issue or situation!

When I first met Malika the “Dance Of Deception” was non stop.  For those on the outside looking in, we were fabulous.  Behind closed doors, the story was following a different script altogether.  Time passed and for me, it was movin’ way too slow.  She felt the same but as we all know, women love to “play it hard” (reads, they’ve got it, know exactly what they’re doin’ so don’t push).  Her perception was fine with me as I had plenty of forward gears and in awareness of this, easily slipped into full throttle.

“Peeling it back”, I reached deep deep down inside her chest, came out with “heart in hand” and watched her as she sat there mystified.  (Reads, switched gears right in the middle of listening to her serve me with even more drama, and…  Suddenly stopped playing on her level while psychologically moving completely into mine)

After she experienced another degree of what she knew I was about, we moved continuously and everything else was heavenly.

“Secret Stuff…  Ooooh Yeah” gave all a glimpse into another.  Her name; omitted out of respect.  Still, she once upon a time was totally “on deck”.  Now I come with “Milika’s Moves”. The sequence in presentation is important because the woman who motivated “Secret Stuff…  Ooooh Yeah” was livid when associated with…  Malika.  Oh, she was so in love she couldn’t be stopped from pleasuring me.  Forever did things that…  If inquired about today, she’ll immediately suffer from a case of selective memory recall, but…  On the comparison side, don’t tell her she was in any way like another female.

Many times I employ situations blossoming from people, places and things that are germane to; whom it is I’m in association with in order to arrive at a particular point.  Very few FOLK can handle this association because…  Well, their individuality seems to become threatened.  This isn’t surprising to me because few FOLK know who they actually are.  If these FOLK did know who they were and held such powerful awareness of individualism why the threat!  Salmon, hummm, keeps comin’ up if you ask me.

During the initial stages of a relationship you have two who are completely in-sync.  Everything begins with the risin’ sun and won’t even set when the moon starts to burn bright.  Then, with the passage of time the novelty starts to evaporate and the transformation begins.  Reality doesn’t wear thin but perceptions become altered.  Every aspect of “you” is argued.  I’ve even heard the following applied to me.  “You’re not like anybody I’ve seen on television, you’re confusing me.  Why can’t you follow the script”. Quickest answer is possibly they’ve had way too many infusions applied by Scientists who aren’t who they appear to be while partaking in the ingestion of genetically modified salmon!  You know false applications of anything will result in viruses un-foreseen in any-bodies time.

Women can be heard around the world saying they can’t find a good man.  Men have issues too but…  Men continue along, goin’ up in most women they meet and seldom slow their roll to contemplate “fittin’ in where they have gotten in”.  So it seems, He&She can’t find the goodness they seek no matter what’s at stake.  My response to all this has always been straight up.  “Are you a quality woman”, and to the man.  “Will you ever step up and stop allowing those so-called friends of yours to stop defining who she is for you”

This environment of today which has defined the union between He&She is vastly different than the one “Moms & Pops” came up in.  Violence has emerged from the closet and taken center stage.  Hidden agendas rise with the realities of what’s comin’ out of these closets while propelled He&She towards others who have created a confusing set of dynamics at best!  Those subtle nuances as in fine distinctions that define who one is won’t ever be touched through cloning, no matter the association.  So now that this is known does He&She have any chance of survival?

“Malika’s Moves”, best analogy for clarification would be like salmon.  Delicious in every way, but.  If you aren’t aware of the intricacies defining the delicacy of the basic nature, you are bound to mess up whatever way it (reads she) comes.

Malika was what is known as “Game Tight”. (Reads very smooth, somewhat manipulative but otherwise remarkable)  Those 3 B’s of hers were in full effect.  She was very…  Shall I say, capable and recognizing of what was really goin’ on between us!

When someone is associated with another it may not be a direct comparison as much as it is a revelation.  Pointing out what one may have not seen or recognized about themselves!  But then again, maybe many don’t like the comparison/association thing because they actually aren’t…  Ready to kick it up a level, hummm.

Somebody once said to me they couldn’t find an adult conversation, despite of circulating amongst many of their city’s most prominent people.  Before I could get a word in they added, “Don’t you find this interesting”.  The “last word” always gets me because it is those words that come from a place revealing much about one’s actual state of mind.  Now when talking to someone and the person (s) engaging me comes back with the reply of “interesting” I know instantly they weren’t hearin’ me or.  Were so far outta their pay-grade ‘til they knew we weren’t even in the same psychological hemisphere.

When one says “interesting” believe me on this, even if they are considering what ’cha said, they haven’t ventured out as far on the matter as you.  And probably can’t!

Psssss; The really good stuff.  After completing this piece I eased into my bedroom and noticed her peeking out from under the sheets tryin’ to get a glimpse of me.  She didn’t know I saw her and when I tip-toed around to get a closer look, she faked as if asleep.  I gave out this enormously robust laugh that it shook the walls of the house.  She laid perfectly still but I could have sworn I saw her eyelids flutter.  The next morning we sat down to breakfast and if she could have slapped me she would have, the anger was boiling.  I calmly looked at her, leaned in closer and closer and just as i could taste her scent, I kissed her on the cheek while saying.  “Such anger, where does this…  Madness arise from?”