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Archive for May, 2006

Butterflies and Writing

My mom knows exactly what makes me happy in the gift department. For my birthday, she combined two of my loves–butterflies and writing–and gave me a beautiful handmade journal. The exterior of the journal is decorated with butterflies, and the interior pages are made from the Lokta plant which grows in Nepal. It’s so nice I almost don’t want to write in it…but I will. Thank you mama. For a minute it took my mind off the fact that I am now closer to 30 than I am to 20. Where did the years go? But I won’t harp on it too long, because I know that I get better with age (like a fine wine).

And now a poem–

doomed are those who don’t follow their hearts
and lead desperate lives
how dangerous they are
for their desperation causes sorrow in the hearts of others;
some say sing a tune of familiarity
you’ll never be let down;
so dreams are crushed which leads to complacency
hearts become heavy
heads feel as if they will implode
the weight of wondering causes the body to sag;
don’t choose this route,
it’s time to live a life you love


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Blogging and Community

hmm, is this article about me? Ed Cone, you were not mentioned but you played a huge role in my fundraiser.

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Young Filmmakers: What A Joy To See!

We now have 8 films posted on the Boys and Girls Club blog. Take a look at our future.

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Time Out For Poetry

so I’m up late, and I stumble upon some music by an artist named Aniba Hotep. listening to her made me feel weird–in a good way. feeling pensive, thinking about love and past lovers. you know? that feeling–warm, happy, sad–all mashed up together, sitting as one big lump inside my body. it was too much. i can’t sleep with that going on inside me. and i do love writing poetry as a release so…

there is this curvature at the base of my spine,
a beautiful spot,
i know because i glance at it when i’m alone and i dis-robe,
it catches my eye when i turn to the side,
looking back at myself in the mirror,
memories of painful times dance across my mind,
i think of you caressing that spot
and my innocence returns,
then i remember when i knew no worries,
your hands on the small of my back caressing my body,
love emanating from your fingertips,
and i lie there in silence as you massage my pain away,
i close my eyes and i think if they’ll ever be a day when you’re not here,
will i be left alone to conjure a memory of your touch–
when i catch a glimpse of my reflection and i turn to the side and i see that curvature in my spine.

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I remember hearing the stories, but I’d never seen the footage

wow! caught on film and still acquitted of murder.

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On the Road to Social Change

Posts like this is one of the reasons why I love OpenCafe.

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What’s Your Definition?

Check out some of the beautiful black women of The Triad; perfection in all shades and sizes. Thanks ThemFive! I switched to youtube because several people informed me that they could not view the video. I hope you all can enjoy it now. The video can still be viewed on blip.tv–the quality is better there. Boy I can’t wait ’till vloggercon–I need more info about this world of videoblogging.

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