As I observe my hands...all for best yet missing you

It is as I sit and look at my fingers...clean and evenly groomed, nails cut by my own hand, that I feel the aching crushing cascade yet again threaten to break the steel curtains of my facade...but then the moment is stifled before it can bloom, and missing you, if in that instant, is forcibly shelved...constant companion with the misery of a lot of my self that may be lost...

Generations progress...or do we?

Another day...yet another reason to further be disillusioned...safety really isn't as much of a "unspoken right" anymore...and this is really sad

A quick point of wisdom from Boondocks

"Your Pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self; Therefore trust the physician within and drink his remedy in silence and tranquility."

~K. Gibran

(as quoted in Boondocks, Season 1 Episode 13)

Madness with a curse word and liquor...awesomeness

"Every man is a fool for at least five minutes of every day, wisdom is not going past that." R.W. Emerson... well what better way to celebrate the man's insight with a clip of one of my own five minutes of insanity, as so many are, shared with my nighttime partner in idleness, my lil sis

Aww Babies!

Precocious beings, Gotta love em...here's me having a chat with my Baby Cousin Paige

Secular steps to a Sacred beat? ...Part 1

earlier this year, and as has become habit, with phone at the ready, I stumbled across a halted funeral procession...Loathe as I am to stop where the un-tuned dare to congregate in 'joyful noise' to the memory of someone that either died as he had lived, or was unfortunate enough to die because of where he lived, I felt drawn to the top of my street to behold the what one could loosely call pageantry...well the masses were gathered for a show and it was exactly what they were given, as dancers and instrumentalists put on a spectacle for their awed crowd...I was initially fascinated by the effect that such a thing had on them....but was eventually led to consider what the motives were for this grand show...does on watch for the artistic endeavour? or just stare because one's home is simply much less tolerable by comparison?

to be continued.....

He Lifted me ...part 1

the sweet sounds of in my mind Jamaica's foremost cultural group, the Jamaican Folk Singers in performance of Dr Lewin's arrangement of He Lifted Me, with a very rare occurrence, the Dr herself raising her voice in song with the group. this was witnessed at the thanksgiving service of renowned J'can Soprano, Mrs Beverly Dexter, who left this realm earlier this year...more to be spoken on this entry...