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Psychology of; strike that;”Colors of Success, Yeah”

Posted in Communications, Men&Women, psychology, Relationships with tags , , on June 27, 2012 by ichas8440

Primal, could be viewed in the sense of something ancient.  Primal, on the other end of  the spectrum is said to be original.

 Handicap.  A lot of times a term used within the vernacular reserved to those participating in games of chance.  I write about love which in essence is a fully accelerated game of supreme chance.  One in which, if you win, the emotional/psychological benefits will be enormous.  My drive is purely primal, in the O.G. phase; straight up.  I’m not handicapped  in any of my pursuits because of one constant.  I play to win.  Winning is everything primarily because…  This is the original foundation that guarantees life!

She thought she was pretty.  What she was defined sexy more than any thing.  Pretty…  Well, I’ll leave her in the attractive mode at best.  You see, motivations are triggered by exact characteristics with pretty moving one to a different level of approach when in full pursuit of the opposite sex.  She, definitely sexy.  Without sexy being first on deck, there is no game, there is no motivation there is no; gains.

Confidence dripped off of me.  I didn’t fool myself into believing anything other than the truth about who and what I was.  I noticed her based on that one trait which gave her that “bam” effect.  She, on the other hand was blown away by my confidence and because of it allowed it to expand into whatever realm she wanted it to define.  Didn’t matter to me.  Just by how she presented herself “Game” as they say, was on.

It’s amazing how two people can meet and neither will accept what was the attraction from the beginning.  Relationships start, time passes, they prosper, stars fill the vision and the image of who and what each are to the other becomes cloudy.  Many times by those who dealt within this sphere I was always asked, “You love me don’t ‘cha“.  This was usually followed by, “I’m the prettiest woman you’ve every had so you’d better act right“.  I’d hear ’em and wanted to give ’em a can of “act right” mainly because they’d had no clue how to act with me on deck.

I, much like many have gotten so far out there with the pursuits of social designs created within the recessed corridors of my imaginative mind ’til I’ve settled way too much.  It was not that I didn’t know why I had engaged with the one I was with but more so “how did I let myself fall so deep with the one I had only intended to “hit and split from”.  “Real Talk“, once we taste certain fruit with an anticipated idea of how sweet it will be, that same fruit explodes deep within us.  Initially it was just a meal to satisfy if only for a moment, but.  Now that it has found a home so to speak other qualities of the same fruit rise to the surface and…  The “peach” becomes the living definition of every peach meant to hang from any tree.  Oh yes, metaphor galore.  Just like He or She from the perspective of another’s mind.  People see what they wanna see.  Believe in what they want.

Such has been life according to “The 22nd G” and the conclusion is, we as a species are so caught up in illusions ’til we have eluded ourselves.  At least when in the presence of others.  It’s when one is alone, safely tucked away and with their private thoughts that the real pops out.  Well, maybe for those conscious like me.  When people are abused they wanna strike back.  Bring the pain so the abuser can experience the same range of emotions that the one initially abused felt.  I’m no different but then again, I am.  I’ve acquired a taste for utilizing my energy for positive pursuits.  Getting back, making sure the score is even doesn’t equate into the win.  Like when “She” demanded from me, those all empowering words that she was the prettiest female I’ve ever had.  There she was in all her…  “Sexiness“.  The glance was nonchalant, done purposely.  Not to psychologically or emotionally wound, just to convey a point.  Casually I looked her over and what wasn’t seen by most was way evident by me.  She was trapped in her fake ass world and would probably strike out at me if…  If those words of empowerment didn’t slip from between my lips.  Well…  It just wasn’t her day.

This piece is an exercise in reality.  I have understood the complexities of foolishness since way back when.  A situation developed whereas another female after runnin’ off at the mouth about herself inquired about mine.  I got all of 43 seconds to engage before she cut me off and flipped the convo back to her life.  Was I mad?  Dogs go mad and I’ve never had an ounce of the rabies vaccination cause I don’t run with packs of wild animals.  Still, this woman got a bar of the real.  As she continued to take me down one of her life’s more glorious lanes, in her disguised attempt to move my mind to where she always said she had no intention of going, I…  I handed her a tissue to wipe the tears from her eyes that the personal aspects of the touching story evoked.  While I dapped those crocodile tears away, I gave her those eye signals.  She caught ’em way before I wanted her to which…  Indicated she knew that I knew that punanna was on fire and if only I could get rid of my comrade, she’d take me home with the quickness to increase the intensity of the fire.

Do I Do“, words expressed by a musical genius, Stevie Wonder.  Stevie could twist a cord, create a melody outta thin air.  Lace words together and make you know he was the real deal.  I am not so wonderful but I can tell all that I don’t fool myself into believing I’m something I’m not.  This woman like the other “peach” hadn’t realized I didn’t just explore an orchard, I’ve owned groves of peach trees.  Why?  Because the women in my life have committed way before I arrived into their lives.  Committed to the idea that they’d have one who made them know they were the one who could accomplish anything as long as.  Well, as long as that made them feel like no other man had ever done or would do!

Don’t quite get it?  Read it again.  And again, and even a few more times.  Like a song that you’ve heard time and time again only to one day, when you’re alone, all by your lonesome.  Steal away with your thoughts, isolated, un-disturbed by others and… You heard the song.  The same song that finally unlocks those recessive thoughts which defined you in your totality, then…  As if visualizing for the first time a, lunar eclipse much is realized.  I luv this song.  The words.  The melody.  The rhythm.  All speaks to me.  They define what I’ve always envisioned of…  Hummm, “Me”.

Psssss;  Truth Be Told.  It was all about you in the first place.  You just wouldn’t accept or define your place which weakened your power.  See ‘ya.




Posted in Communications, Men&Women, psychology, Relationships with tags , , , on January 12, 2012 by ichas8440












Caption 1, pic of me , symbolic in the sense so that you all may see.  When you hear me recite the phrase “I say you do“, immediately the mind goes into overdrive.  Searching the internal memory banks all to snag stored images defining a narcissist.  Well stop.  That’s correct, slow your role in your quest towards self-destruction cause that’s all you’re gonna accomplish.

Graphic # two, another pic exclusively designed from me to you.  Depiction of a soloSexy

Red Rose, with 3 smoothly placed Red Hearts positioned frontal as if one dimensional.   “What does it all mean?”  Your immediate interpretation, probably way different than mine only because you failed to recognize the importance of that simple ‘lil phrase that went like this.  “I say you do”.  Relax, feel your heart rate decrease, sense your composure comin’ back?  I do, and I’m not even there.

It is said that words are fine but a picture is divine.  My thoughts, by whose account!

Speak with a melodic tone and watch how quick you gain entrance to any throne.  Explain the visual and observe the realization of life so simple.  Definition of “The 3” those hearts along with the solo flower from the rose tree and you have an example of how I see.    You, Me equals the We, now you understand the numeric relevance of the three.  The flower plucked from the rose tree, representative of the passion exchanged despite of all the conflict encountered by… You me in our continued defining the We.

“Whoa, I didn’t see all that.”  No worries, you are not me…

One, Twelve, Twelve, the year everything is ‘pose to go all to hell.  Again, interpretation.  I wouldn’t be true to me if I ended this without sayin’ something.  If I didn’t put in words, create another psycho/dramatic story for your mind to put your conscience around as you absorb your “bar” of me for the day.  Sooooo, I give you;

Sexy B

Although she had aligned herself with another, she was like no other.  Her eyes caught mine, like a wild animal which just ran a long distance trek besides one of Africa’s majestic rivers, her breathing was laborious.  With each heave of her breast those eyes glared but were minus the menace defined when someone feels another has come into their space; unannounced.  I, like she, enjoyed the mutually understanding of whom each of us were onto the other.  No words had to be exchanged, those eyes.  Our eyes conveyed it all.  Primal.  Restrained.  Had to be, she belong to another yet, those flirtatious vibes were pulsating.

What part of flirt don’t ‘cha understand?  I guess when you’ve been where I’ve been you feel that everything becomes obvious when the collective reality is not so.   In dialoguing with my Cougars of choice, Cat aka Catalina, Bao-yu & Ms. Devore it was easy to see why they attract the interest of the males they do.  They have this smoothness about themselves that projects confidence.  Maybe it is because within each of ‘em there is a higher intellect which allows them to recognize while qualifyin’ the reasons why they are where they are.  All of them have “put in work” so to speak.  They’ve engaged and I will say successfully in a primary relationship and…  Knew the course had been completed, yet.  To bail minus any substance in which to continue would be akin to straight out failure as far as the future for them was concerned.   Greedy?  Not hardly.  Selfish?  How can it be when the bases for any relationship is to better one’s self.  Sexy?  Oh yeah.

Anyone who knows their motivations can walk like a cat on the stroll.  A cat is full aware of their surroundings and the stroll shouldn’t be confused with being on the prowl.  To prowl is to stalk.  Seek anything that can be, devoured.   I like that word, “devoured”, especially when used in conjunction with being on the prowl.  When anything prowls the end game is the same.  Whereas when you stroll the appetite for nourishment is based on choice selections.  Your steps, the pace isn’t so erratic.  Again, sexy.

Society today is void of sexiness and yes, I can say this as I’ve had more than my allotment.  Sexy is being a “WCC” (World Class Connoisseur).  Connoisseur as in Arts.  The art is you, the world is your canvas and paint.  Produce with one thing remaining as the objective.  To blossom.  Become the best at who and what ‘cha are.

Enough.  I’ve blessed you with another jewel.  In fact, a couple of jewels on this twelfth day in the twelfth year of the two thousands.    If you can’t see it I understand.  Maybe you are of those who couldn’t find a diamond in a mountain of ash.  But then again, since you’ve read this far, I know you’d know how to bust outta a wet paper bag.

See ya, I’m gonna enjoy the day