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Posted in Communications, Men&Women, psychology, Relationships with tags , , on January 5, 2015 by ichas8440

ichas8440.Graphics.He.2015“Who was he?” It didn’t matter. He saw, “cam”, conquered. “What happened? What we had, just sorta evaporated over night.” No, you looked right, he glanced left; unexplored attractions went off like stimuli spawned from a Star bursting display of fireworks. You knew they were knockin’. You pushed the pace refusing to see what it was, denied the realities. Got nasty said he was crude, rude, un-deserving. Not worthy of you. Explanations came, but. You dismissed them and him. Said his Game was lame. It’s called life. He represented one sex, and that’s all you saw as you stepped on his deck. Like him, you “cam” cause at the time that’s all that mattered. Chemistry, remember? It was all up in the air. Scents mixed, matched, initially neither feels despair. Everybody’s wrapped up. It felt good and then… Again, life happens.

It all starts with the “P”. Bet ‘cha neva’ heard of the Play “Was The P & It Went All Up In Me”. Well, marinate on the one you have heard of, “The Vagina Monologues”. Female’s grand expose’ clarifying it all! Theatrical presentations, each way over the top and no great mystery here as nothin’ new is dropped. One thing though I must point out is both are solo focused manifest based on individual social orientations from which all life springs. Down play it, say it isn’t so, but. Reflect and you finally see; it’s all there.

Let’s not “push the envelope” as way to many like to say. Here, we are “Divers”, and we go deep. Rich FOLK, those on the stair-steps of poverty, it doesn’t matter the Class or projected station of life. “The P” drives all aspects inclusive of those pretending to be living the non-descript life. As for those engaged in the corporate world pretending that all this is below them; don’t believe the hype. Back in time it was the Partnership, guaranteeing the corner office with the double-paned windows providing a fabulous view. Advance that, bring it up to speed, the corner office has been reduced to a large cubical accented by floor to ceiling window but… The Game, hasn’t changed. During hours, after hours, “The Hunt” is still in full effect.  Married, Single, Divorced, all are a part of the sexual course. Know the motivations of “He” recognize it in “She”, the manipulation, mastery of the digitalized keys becomes second to none. Life, it continues.

There was a time He, She, could be identified, recognized way before either of the two met. With the dominance of the real driving force fueling everything, “same sex” is in contention even out on open deck. Life, seems to have been reduced to whatever is in effect. Real Talk… It was even that way “Way Back When”. The difference was, until the chemicals took affect “He, She”, stayed within the decorum they learned to perfect.

Everybody should “break wide” and contemplate the demise of all great civilizations. This stroll through your mind will surprise by what you’ll find. The Garden Of Eden wasn’t a myth, everything sought within life is provided. The key during the discovery is to know all aspects of life demands maintenance. When the “Secret Garden” is entered and He and She “lock” in rotation, don’t think either of you limit the view to a singular glimpse.  Recognize the side streets, glance down the dimly lit alleys. You’ll also hear your name called but… It won’t be your name that’s seeking a referral. Nope; your body. Didn’t expect such a betrayal, but… It’s not. Think life.

Life, much like a One Act Play, you’ve just gotta understand the biology of it. Much like a stem cell that feeds the re-creations of additional cells. When one living cell is weakened, functional ability about to expired, a spark has already been sent. Signal received way before any dysfunctional event occurs and… Another is already there, prepared to keep the regenerative life sustaining process going. ‘Cept, the more it has to regenerate the more likely something can take hold, poisoning the beauty of what is. Just as life in rotation was when… You saw, “you cam” and the conquest was exact. ‘Cept… Over the course of time, you placate yourself and boredom set in. Laziness was in command. Deviant exploration shined brightest providing a more, stimulating attraction, and… Life happens.

Stupid stuff, happens all day. It’s taking place all around and FOLK fail to prepare so they react. Tic Toc, Tic Toc, the sound of the life clock. Everybody hears it but ain’t nobody tryin’ to hear it. Everyone is tellin’ the other one to, “Jump”. “Make a move”, let’s make this happen, and then. Way way down the way everybody stops. Inhales and recognize; it wasn’t “He”, it wasn’t “She”. It was “Me”. Caught up in the moment and didn’t wanna see “We” all can get pulled into the; Event. Sliding, eventually fall off the cliff and in the descent trick ourselves into believing we can change the equation and… Take control of the fall, turning it into an incredible dive. Contorting the body and now… Have created this beautiful three and a half Gainer ending with what is defined as an Olympic Style Swan Dive. Then, a stand is taken, invisible applauds are heard along with a raising of scores scripted with perfect tens, only. You’ve been fooled. It was all a part of the One Act Play.

Live long enough and One will get older, eventually while living so long you will be old and. What was lost or assumed lost will be chalked up as another frivolous moment F**k off because One allowed someone on the outside bangin’ to be let in… In. But… Remember the rally cry “do something”. Realize what is, was, and… Know it is so. Accept the familiarity of life in rotation. Stop thinking it’s different with you. Make the appropriate adjustment to…

Psssss; Adjustments. I like attitude adjustments. Make you wanna slap yourself and toss a kiss to the sky because you’ve finally discovered it ain’t that serious. Okay, on your mark, get set… Now you know. Welcome to two thousand and fifteen.

Pssssssssss; Focus Team , after allegedly tellin’ me they dove deep into this and decided I was saying it’s all about sex. Then… 3 within the team asked for me to. “Please take off your SunShades, the sun isn’t out, we’re inside and… Your eyes are sexy.” Hummm, no need to qualify their point cause think they even knew it was now… Mute.

Don’t, Just Don’t

Posted in Communications, Men&Women, psychology, Relationships with tags , , , , on October 10, 2011 by ichas8440

Her head snapped back as if something unseen had just…  Awakened within the same dimension she occupied with the only purpose being to test her craniums’ structural soundness.

He”, a wounded predator exhausted after a quick bout with an un-cooperative prey, huffed & puffed, swaying his arms in an attempt to further the intimidation.  Eyes squinting then…  Spots me.  Without any confirmation I had been elected as the sole somebody threatening his domain.  Emotions continuing to escalate, finally taking full control.  He inhales expanding his image and strikes.  Words fueled by fire erupt from his mouth and all I hear is, “You want some of this, oh ya, I got ‘cha, bring yo ass on over here if you want”.

I stare directly through him recognizing he had no idea.  Some do submission well, I…  Don’t.  My failure to break off the eye contact moved him to calculate, as he did, it was evident.  He was obsessed in rising to another level of ferociousness.  Our eyes like magnets held steady leading him to believe I was transfixed by his look.  Inspiration filled his psyche’, a stronger sense of superiority engulfed him and…  Dummy kept runnin his mouth.  “Bring the noise mutha’ fucka cause you have no way of knowin’ the ways I’ll kick yo ass.  Beat ‘cha down like she’d been beat down”.

A scenario so you say.  Something taking place while one is seated, popcorn in hand, slurping on a coke, excited by the thrills personified on the silver screen with the audible magnification adding to the controls of one’s mind.

Well, dismiss the coke from your thought patterns and get ready for the real.  “Life 101”, brought to you by everyday somebody, presented in vivid color for anyone’s viewing pleasure.  The signs will always be there, all you’ve gotta do is “dial it down” see the visual for what it is and read ‘em.  Now back to the scenario.

He barked and I didn’t bite.  “She”…  Oh yeah, took the bait and ran with it.  Eyes over-flowing with tears adding to her looks of desperation, emotionally crying out for anybody…  Somebody…  To step up even if they weren’t ready, just…  Be that man and become her protector.  Mount a strategic strike; slay this fool and in the process allow her the opp. to vanish into the night.  Big miscalculation on her part; I wasn’t the one.

Ok, scream out foul.  Tell me how soft I sound.  Explain to me how it is my duty to maintain the code of chivalry, running to the immediate aide of this woman.  Demand that I redeem myself and portray that person I’ve declared myself to be.  One point missed; this isn’t the movies.

People come in every fashion and form.  FOLK have stepped to me with disdain in their eyes all the while attempting to discredit me.  They’ve come with questions cloaked in their chit-chat, seeking explanations regarding…  For one, my logo.  Demands have been pushed wanting clarification as to why am “I” so focused on “Me”.

Like I say, “ICHAS”!  The “I”, appearing singular of source maybe there simply to serve as a reminder.  A way to notify “me the remindee” not to ever forget where I’ve been.  Right, all those stops which have become defining who I am while I re-claim “Me”!

Oh yeah, people love to recreate themselves but it is during this “re-design” that the original design which was probably the best design, somehow was misplaced in the designers mine.  Resulting in a new design that cracks over time.  So, with this in mind flip the script, remove the “CHAS” slip in whatever your name may be and…  Wa la, it’s now reflective of “he, she, whomever you want it to be”.

Like the scenario graphically illustrates, people become their own worst enemy.  The fool claiming to know me, offering to kick my ass, didn’t realize.  I wasn’t a spectator.  Ok, maybe I watched his activities a ‘lil too long, but hey.  The performance was live, live activities are meant to be watched.  Besides, people, such as “King Ass Kicker” would be better off helping a Bear if they saw a Bear in a fight with something of a human element like me.  Running into any situation is a stupid move as you never know what another may be packin’.  You know the ‘ol saying, “you brought a knife to a gunfight”.  My point…

Don’t judge any book by the jacket.  A jacket to a book is there to protect the cover with the smart ones who’ve designed the book are fully aware of the secondary considerations.  Using the cover as another medium for visual advertisement, and it’s those you don’t prepare for who surprise you.  Many times what appears on the outside has very little to do with what’s contained within.

Was this damsel in distress?  I don’t know, you tell me.  A damsel is a term coming from a time way back when.  Its meaning is applied to a young unmarried woman and if this be the case, it still wasn’t my call to mount a rescue.  My recall clearly recollects her words as being just as inflammatory as his!  Her posture, straight up war-like, if I had to gauge any of her intensions based on her micro-expression, I’d have to say she was battle tested and as ready as him.  It was also obvious that she’d been in this situation before and had more than enough date to know it had been way too long since all this…  Togetherness for her not to know she couldn’t change him.  Which all point to this; under the circumstances if you step to one you are combating two.

Many times He&She are together as a result of following all this chemistry that put each of ‘em in the others eyes, but.  They weren’t knowin’!  Wouldn’t accept while recognizing both had plotted way before either of them ever actually met.  And…  When they did make that connection ‘nar one of ‘em had any thought of breaking from the mold and come with the truth regarding personal motivates.

Something I hear all the time is; “You don’t know what it’s like”.  Another phrase many assume goes something like this.  “You ain’t from my hood so don’t act like you know what I’m dealin’ with”.  Something I don’t hear but see just as well are those flamin’ eyes and usually when I do, I think of a chicken who’s ran into a fox while strollin’ in its own barn yard.

Pardon me for being born but…  I don’t know what you’re dealing with and I may not know what your life has been like.  What I do know is; you…  Have no idea where I’ve been and “I” do know “you” ain’t even tryin’ to sneak a glimpse of what’s in my mind based on where my life has carried me!

For those really trying to find out, ass kicking requires skills.  A set of techniques deployed so precisely the “kicker” maintains a superior position as they commence to kickin’ another’s ass.  But…  One thing I know that most ass kickers haven’t ascended to is that once an ass has been kicked, it doesn’t necessarily mean that that ass will stay down.  Ah ha, didn’t think about that now did ‘ya?  Don’t feel alone, most ass kickers don’t either.

There’s another phrase in modern day lexicon deployed by those “radiant ones” who are constantly being challenged as they walk this life and it goes something like this.  “If you want some ass to kick I’ll oblige ya”.

How stupid is that!  I for one am not about to run around putting my foot up someone’s behind.  Yes, it is only obvious what comes out of it.  My point…

Battling in today’s time is so brutal most don’t really know what is actually required for superiority in such a confrontation let alone maintain the posture needed after the fact that you’ve assumed a win from.  Another of those “ah ha moments” no!

Where I’ve been has taught me that when you battle it isn’t to stall a damn thing off.  You battle to win and win then!  You don’t battle to play for position so that if the other party raises on you a day later, you can relapse, falling quickly back into your mentally superior position.  Visually claiming victory in hopes that the other defeated one will remember how you successfully kick their butt previously, and…  Refuse to fight any harder or different than the last time you artificially dispatched them.  “What is he saying”; this.

My scenarios such as what you’ve enjoyed; are real.  The names didn’t have to be changed to protect the innocence because you know the scene, probably have either played the part or are close to someone who’s acted it out for your delight.  What is not obvious here is that we all have choices.  I’ve made mine based on what I’ve been exposed to.  You don’t know me anymore than you know “others”.  What you should know is I have risen from the ashes.  “I sorta’ like that, so…  Historical that is.  Rising from the ashes like the great Phoenix, becoming bigger than you’ve ever been.”

Ending credits goes something like this.  “Claim yourself”.  Own-up to who you are and recognize where you’ve been.  Draw from that.  Character isn’t something found in a bottle it’s something that rises out of what has been down!

Psssss; “OMG, is that all there is?  You are leaving us hanging like this?  You should have saved her.”  Hey, hey hey, I don’t mind you doing my post script but…  Do I tell you how to do your job!  I have kicked ass.  Beat down others like those stole something and…  Satisfaction never came ‘til realizing it was a beat down primarily extended because I was miserable at myself, and…  Those foolish enough to cross paths during an actual ass kicking and jump into such a beat down not knowin’ the facts are inviting problems into their own lives.  Besides, everyone has some type of personal communications device  tucked in side their clothing and…  Like I said, this is what I do!  She knew that fools capabilities.  She saw that he was tickin’ like a time bomb and movin’ closer to that point of explosiveness.  Then again there’s another side to consider.  I could have engaged the “Ass Kicker” but…  I am not into playing the victim’s role.  With all the turmoil existing in society, the economy roller-coasting like it is, all my own personal demons would have seen this occasion as an invite.  I wouldn’t have stopped at a simple “bitch slap” to bring him down from his false bravado.  The personal invitation alone would have inspired me to the point of finally relishing the opportunity in releasing all that pent-up frustration and…  See what’ cha started.  Pulled me right into your alternate endings, just the like movie you wanted this to be.  I should have known.  This is my scenario, create your own as in…  “I” followed by “Chas”.  Oh how I love this life…