Poems, Prose, and Songs · Riddle Me That...Scripts

Anonymous Eggs

What’s gonna crack?

Will it be the bone, glass, or the burden on my back?

The riddled shipment came on my front door, it was a packet of anonymous eggs!

By the size of them, you would think they had legs!

Maybe they were supposed to fall from an eagle onto some distant oak tree?

But, since they landed on my doorstep – they solely are for me!

Now, what the hell will I do with a basket full of hope that might turn asunder?

Damn! I just dropped them and they sounded like lightning and thunder!

Anonymous eggs are the random possibilities that may hatch or crack on our doorsteps. Who will solve the riddle? The very few who paid attention to the clues and picked up what was hanging on the coat tail, OF COURSE! (Not many :D) ‘Riddle Me That’ is my next and final project that I am releasing in a long while. I realized looking back at my videos that they have suffered due to poor quality tools. My production is evidence of old materials that are swimming to reach the shore of glistening clarity.

I also realize all of the time I put into creating a project and how much of that creative energy, can be used for a disciplined writing schedule. After all, I am in the process of writing my book and a new wave of creative juices are flowing. Also, I’d like to make room for other ways I can connect with people through community organizing. My words will remain the stage providing a foundation for something new. I’m just being real about what is looking back at me. So much work to do but so much is already coming!

We’re all sending each other anonymous eggs and some of them crack like Humpty Dumpty while others may hatch into something meaningful. Thank you to everyone who has followed along already! A huge shout out to those who are following along and are already to expand with me in this (k)new year. (All thr33 of yall!!!) As empirical as I strive to be, I somehow convince myself something will change when it’s a new year. (It’s been proven that the universe experiences no significant changes, but humans alas finds a correlation!) Ain’t nothing wrong with connecting the dots and numerology is a great way of exploring the ways x meets y. I’m still in 1999 although I was 7 at the time – here is to cracking and hatching! Once, either of them happens – ain’t much you can do besides clean up or provide cultivation for what is alive! (unless you’re boiled into a hard egg, after which you’d be as funky as ever.

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Yes To You (Welcome To My Patreon!)

Sometimes, you like someone enough to say YES! Yes, I affirm enough about you because you have something I can use to my advantage. It can inspire and help, so YES! This is what each creator intends to accomplish on some level to receive a YES! (If they’re merely creating with the intention to make money on a project) The affirmative response provides motivation for the creator to keep creating. If you can just give me a yes, that may mean you’ll damn me to your personal hell. Maybe if you can add an ‘O’ to hell – then maybe this can ignite a formal greeting?

HELLO!

I got something to say and some of you may know me or others may not know. I use to feel hesitant about explaining what it is I do. I’ve been doing a lot of creative projects since 2009 when I launched my first YouTube channel. Primarily, I’ve made various videos and essays surrounding Entertainment culture including but not limited to my album discussions of Prince and Michael Jackson. I’ve since deleted those videos because through my creative evolution, I’ve come to the conclusion I’m not a reporter or critic! 😀

While I can report and contrast various variables to one another, it’s not what I ultimately want to say. Alongside those videos, I made other videos that were poetic of politically charged. It’s always depended on the mood of my mind. My writings have maintained the platform to convert into anything from songs, videos, and narration. The more I write the more I become focused on what it is – I want to deliver. I’ve kept a journal since I learned how to write and it’s been my faithful companion.

SO – WHAT IS MY AIM?

I have a tendency of being all over the place *hence the deranged*. (Whenever I am conceptual and clairvoyant it’s opposite of Deranged – Uniform). I am both. Clear and Direct while also enjoying the shade of the shadows and random, but aren’t we all? I write through the persuasion of love, hate, misunderstanding or essentially anything that rests on the surface. I’m your fellow sponge that receives any and everything – which is why I have to be careful about anything. An argument might become a poem and your attitude might become a character in my next novel!

Now I want to welcome you to support what I do by subscribing to my patreon! I have 5 tiers of payment. 1$ 3$,7$,14$,21$. Your card is charged at the end of the month. If you pay this by the month there will be various rewards and also you’ll be showing me that you care about what I do and that means a lot! You can also donate here:

 

I plan on offering so much more in the near future!  I am glad to have found your presence online!

 

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Maroon Empathy

Are we to consume the moment of inspiration the moment it hits us or when it passes away? These things happen so fast – like lightning in a mountain field – the thunder happens without our consideration. The gulf between what we are trying to say and what we should say is immense. There’s a languid disparity that seeks to fill the empty room of our fingertips. The ever so pressing desire to make sense is made a mockery when we go off topic. We are ever so silenced by the proclamation reads: “You must stay focused”. Is Focus – the only way we are able to empathize with others?

Say what you want to say but say it in time. The subjects change so rapidly just like the seasons. I suppose we need more silence and discipline. This may teach us the importance of letting go of what isn’t ours, to begin with. Memories are not always reliable currency in times of separation.

Remembering yes, but when pondering on memories too much – context is diminished at the expense of those things we selectively wish to believe. We are yet a whirlwind of contradictions that seek to provide a form of empathy. To feel the other person and to be common to their stranger association are the marks of the empath. A life of missed marks and prolonged pauses. Are we ever going to be comfortable with talking about our differences?