Rhyme and Reason: I am human, I Get Angry #PrimeNYT

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We go again,

As I write this I am probably the angriest I’ve been in a long time and it has nothing to do with me or what I have done but the way people act. It’s at the conversion of two distinctly terrible ideals people hold. The abuse that I have suffered is very very hard for me to to let go of or redistribute. These two things are the abuse of the law of use, and the terrible pride people take on when they’re in the wrong

The terrible way which people conduct themselves around me and their inability to act on the correct sentiment.

No one is perfect and that’s okay – God is working on all of us – what I can’t stand is people’s refusal to accept their own shortcomings in a timely manner, you have wronged someone in a very terrible and abhorrent way. What you need to do is say sorry immediately. Some people really have no respect. Not put on aires about your action and pretend you don’t know what you done was wrong. It was wrong, you hurt someone of meaning to you and the LEAST, Bare MINIMUM you can do is apologise. people will take months and years to fortify their spirit to apologise to me. Not even so I can feel good (as they would know it takes me a week to be completely over something) but so they can come to terms within themselves. Im actually sick to my stomach when I think of the further abuse of character this displays… I can be sure that person hasn’t changed…

what a terrible state of affairs…

The other is people will not respect what I have done for them. Put simply I have put in work for people and they were unable to respect the vision of greatness within themselves that I allowed to see. I let them see something in themselves that they did not know was there and they will turn and wrong me with the same energy I showed them they possess.

What a terrible state of affairs. How after 26 years am I able to trust people to my sacred inner circle when this is the terror I’ve suffered. No respect, it’s clear cut that these people had no respect for me now I have a personal decision to Make and it will change my life forever.

All I have ever wanted was for everyone around me to be great and fulfil their greatness and life’s purpose within them. All I have wanted. Should I feel shame that I have allowed myself to be used this way. Disrespected and tossed asunder. Why? Because I am good wholesome and friendly.

I have seen sin my whole life people treat others this way and really these things are water off my back but to know people with characters so gully will treat others this way.

Now here I am left with all the negative toxic, waste energy they bought back having to transform it into neutral energy because that’s who I am. I can’t see myself shouting down someone for bringing me such pain and chaos energy. I am left exposed this is the true test of my character, how I choose to proceed from here will show who I really am as a Man.

What an impasse, what a junction in life to be at. I’m so calm right now. I can’t see myself being any other way than how I really am which is my way

There’s a real equation I’m noticing here. Something I’ve never seen before. This really is a me thing and I need to be better on not taking on peoples chaos energy too much of it will turn me ill and I cannot stand for that, I must stand against those that transmit chaos energy; their negative energy is not something we need or want it is something we must give back

Stay composed and keep your neck up

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Rhyme And Reason: I Thank God for showing me how to walk in my greatness #PrimeNYT

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We go again,

I am honestly thankful for God showing me my writing can mean something and I thank myself for making that shift and accepting it fully.

Beginning of 2019 I was supposed to be writing some fashion blogs for fun while working on my architecture and technology portfolio for university.

Then tragedy struck and I was stuck in the terror and torment of my mind and in the following six months I would despair in my mind contemplating my own mortality again. Just as when I was a kid and learned the mortality of a Sickle Cell Patient changing my work ethic forever not letting anything dim my light but knowing there was part of me that was for sure living in that terror.

I took my time and I knew I didn’t want to hate myself I didn’t want to feel like I did when I was a kid again, I wanted to be strong – so I put my feelings on the page and I would write and write and write until I was done – I shared some of my writing to one or two people; one thing led to another and I said to myself I will release these works for others to read.

My fashion writing would continue as supplementary works to take my mind off the everlasting pain and despair on the pages that I wrote on. In tandem for months I was hearing about so many asinine blogs and ideas on Sickle Cell much like the ones that made me feel less like a human when I was a kid so these people forced me to make Sickle Cell Companion share some real science and part of some of the research that I’ve have in the tuck onto my blog too. In conjunction with my fashion blogs this has led to massive growth within me.

Now I have hundreds of pieces of content dedicated to storytelling & research both passions of mine. Exposing to the people how the world is dissected through my lens and the story’s I’m able to tell. I had no idea I have so much to say and this is only the start because we haven’t even scratched the surface of what I know know what I’m capable of. All the while in the greatest working moments of my life I fall out with “friends” for none other reason than I lied to myself about us being so close. So no woe is me moment.

All the stories I want to tell and share on this site will be absolutely amazing I like the way I am able to make people feel with these and knowing people really do feel when they read what I write is an amazing blessing I wouldn’t have seen if God didn’t say walk and I followed the instructions. The shift I made was slight but my commitment to the work I’ve done is so immense that suddenly other things become secondary.

I am so happy and grateful for all I have accomplished in this small time, I’ve had some fun in this painful time. The pain rarely passes and hopefully the fun won’t either.

Stay composed and keep your neck up

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Rhyme and Reason: Opening Up seems to be the Hardest Word #PrimeNYT

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we go again,

I am one simple man. I do what I can

Pain of passion, life writhe with despair and torment and the speck of hope life offers is stripped from them; For the sake of others… those who offer true escape are the only ones who can’t escape their own because almighty good has to be paired with a big bad to exist. That’s the pain of passion

When I give and give and get nothing back the emptiness goes on there is no time to take or love to have because the offer is too weak to accept and the thyth is so heavy to pay it you must look in the darkness and pick one person after the other out and in exchange thanks is pitiful and what the universe offers in return is tuppence to the energy expended the time sacrificed and the suffering lived through.

What is there really what time, what energy, what sustenance can be given for the things one man can live through that is unmatched by others. All worldly escapes are poisonous and all Godly rewards are honorary so why should one man ask of something he never sought relief from, why should one man look for release in something that is outside of him.

when I wrote Pain of passion, I was in a serious place. It was also one of the first time I wrote an idea down I was feeling fresh from my head to the page. Now it’s a milestone, I had more ideas but that one done something.

Fast forward early January 2019 I lived through trauma once again but only now I decided to write about it. The best good I can do through life wrought with despair and torment is offer the speck of hope in life where I had none. It was stripped from me but I lived so I live for the sake of others… to those that seek some sort of refuge.

The game I play by myself in this world can only be called forgiveness and freedom what wonderment it offers those around me and how long can I be tied to it’s tether. I ask myself that daily I receive no answers but the gifts I expend I can’t run away from.

To work for my solemn gain is to work selfishly and it’s not in my spirit to do so. I work for others as a symptom of the contract on my life and that is tied by blood and the only way to break it is death, all alone in my mission but around those who could only take and never help daily, encased in the prism of perspective unable to touch unable to take and I have to be okay.

The full education is in can I withstand what I learn about myself in my 20’s to even live through to see the fruits of my bargain. What a beautiful conundrum

Stay composed and keep your neck up

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