August Friday
all i know is
long beforethought
of
my existence
existed
to be taught
long after
taught
that i existed
is no longer thought
the battle rage
outcome?
W.E. WON
babylon naught
08292008©cindyadriennequashie
Where do W.E. go from here?
thought
of
my existence
existed
to be taught
long after
taught
that i existed
is no longer thought
the battle rage
outcome?
W.E. WON
babylon naught
08292008©cindyadriennequashie
AT LAST!
AT LAST!
THIS IS THE DAY-AY-AY-AY
DIS DA DEY
DIS DA DEY
THIS IS THE DAY-AY-AY-AY
DIS DA DEY
DIS DA DEY
MA BROTHER BIRTHDAY TODAY
DIS IS DA DEY
MLKII, I HAVE A DREAM 2 DAY
DIS IS DA DEY
O-O-O-O-O
DIS IS DA DEY
BA-A-A-AMMA
DIS DA DEY
BARACKBARACKBARACKBRACKBRACKBRACKBARACK
DIS DA DEY
ON THAT ROUGH TIDE DIDN'T THINK WOULD SURVIVE
SINGING FLOWERS PICKING SONGS A LIVE
THIS IS THE DAY-AY-AY-AY-AY
DIS DA DEY
THIS IS THE DAY-AY-AY-AY-AY
FREEDOM DAY
DIS IS DA DEY!
August 28, 2008©MISS ESTHER
Got to keep on moving
The following is my final posts from The Trill Talk Forum at http://www.keepittrill.com/
I don't engage folks in internet fights.
I lack the skills set that it takes to sit and read the vulgarity, posted in response to anyone who dares to stand up and defend, support or say something positive about Southern Art, Artists, Fortitude, Creativity and G-in-US.
The OG BIG BUN said the jealousy is about money.
I know HE is correct.
So it is on that note, that this was my last attempt to be involved in a HIP HOP oriented forum, where I searched in hope of finding Others who could disagree WITHOUT dissing themselves.
Where I was born in The Caribbean is regarded by the rest of the west indies in the same fashion as most of the united states regards The South that grew Me into WomanHood.
TRILL TALK FORUM is a wonderfully brilliant space.
I shall continue to visit, so that thru observation, I can stay informed and grow.
I, however, am not built to engage those who insist I bow and not take Pride in My Peoples' Accomplishments, who insist I not stand and defend My People when They are attacked, penises who insist that CUNTS act like Pussy, so that they can pretend they are Dicks, when Caribbean and Southern Women have been blessed with an abundance of COCKS in The Males that Stand Firm against all who dare come try R WE.
I wish You All, God's Good Graces on Your Lives' Journeys.
This Juke-Joint-Jumper from Da PraiseHall to Da Dancehall is moving on up The GhettoCountry Roads.
Thank You for Your acquaintences and Life Lessons Learned. 1Luv
wordslingAH, Da Kid!
__________________
PIMPOLOGY I$ THE PRINCIPALITIE$ THAT GOVERN THE HU$TLE
- FreeDrum S BornKnew -
A GHETTOCOUNTRY COWBWOI 'TIL TIME'S LAST TOMORROW HAS DAWNED
I don't engage folks in internet fights.
I lack the skills set that it takes to sit and read the vulgarity, posted in response to anyone who dares to stand up and defend, support or say something positive about Southern Art, Artists, Fortitude, Creativity and G-in-US.
The OG BIG BUN said the jealousy is about money.
I know HE is correct.
So it is on that note, that this was my last attempt to be involved in a HIP HOP oriented forum, where I searched in hope of finding Others who could disagree WITHOUT dissing themselves.
Where I was born in The Caribbean is regarded by the rest of the west indies in the same fashion as most of the united states regards The South that grew Me into WomanHood.
TRILL TALK FORUM is a wonderfully brilliant space.
I shall continue to visit, so that thru observation, I can stay informed and grow.
I, however, am not built to engage those who insist I bow and not take Pride in My Peoples' Accomplishments, who insist I not stand and defend My People when They are attacked, penises who insist that CUNTS act like Pussy, so that they can pretend they are Dicks, when Caribbean and Southern Women have been blessed with an abundance of COCKS in The Males that Stand Firm against all who dare come try R WE.
I wish You All, God's Good Graces on Your Lives' Journeys.
This Juke-Joint-Jumper from Da PraiseHall to Da Dancehall is moving on up The GhettoCountry Roads.
Thank You for Your acquaintences and Life Lessons Learned. 1Luv
wordslingAH, Da Kid!
__________________
PIMPOLOGY I$ THE PRINCIPALITIE$ THAT GOVERN THE HU$TLE
- FreeDrum S BornKnew -
A GHETTOCOUNTRY COWBWOI 'TIL TIME'S LAST TOMORROW HAS DAWNED
inside worth protecting
today
i
told
the truth
about myself
to myself
by telling
my sister
and
my brother
i am
a
turtle thug
08272008©cindyadriennequashie
i
told
the truth
about myself
to myself
by telling
my sister
and
my brother
i am
a
turtle thug
08272008©cindyadriennequashie
Losing an Angel by Paul Riggio
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Losing an Angel
by Paul Riggio
Sunday, August 24, 2008 at 11:13am
How does one lose an Angel? How does one lose a friend? What was once inseparable is now torn apart. With each passing moment the realization of the truth is reveal to us. The relationship once shared is nothing more than a memory – a point in time which becomes irrelevant to our present life. Although we try and try to mend what is now broken, we find ourselves caught in a cruel web of lies, deceit, and empty promises. We lie to ourselves; we lie to others. We force ourselves to believe that we can make right of what will forever be wrong. The only solution to solving this problem is to let go – move forward with our lives and never look back. We cannot change how others feel about us. As sad as the truth may be, as disappointed we are, it is best to just keep moving on. Losing a special friend is never easy, but let’s say that friend is an Angel. How much more do we hurt? How much more does this leave a burden in our hearts? Someone of whom we have placed all our trust in; someone we love…Can we ever obtain what time has stolen from us? Are we able to gather enough will to fight for what you believe is right?
I have lost a friend in a Songbird’s song; I have lost an Angel. Life, for me, just does not feel the same anymore. The struggle of trusting others leaves me in a place of darkness and loneliness. No more can I develop a relationship with another without being hesitant. Trying to open up to another is now one of the most difficult tasks I partake in. Smiles are empty; laughter is no longer enjoyable. How do I make right of my new life. What steps must I take to forgive and move one? Chasing dreams, walking lonely paths to find a safe place, how can I wash away the thoughts that were once sacred to me? Forgive me my old friend, for I cannot let go. Forgive me my Angel, you have and will always remain in my heart.
I aint mad at ya.
In fact, I’m mad at myself
for trying to make something outta nothing
...jus gotta keep ridin that wave
…Life!!!
- PAUL RIGGIO -
I have lost a friend in a Songbird’s song; I have lost an Angel. Life, for me, just does not feel the same anymore. The struggle of trusting others leaves me in a place of darkness and loneliness. No more can I develop a relationship with another without being hesitant. Trying to open up to another is now one of the most difficult tasks I partake in. Smiles are empty; laughter is no longer enjoyable. How do I make right of my new life. What steps must I take to forgive and move one? Chasing dreams, walking lonely paths to find a safe place, how can I wash away the thoughts that were once sacred to me? Forgive me my old friend, for I cannot let go. Forgive me my Angel, you have and will always remain in my heart.
I aint mad at ya.
In fact, I’m mad at myself
for trying to make something outta nothing
...jus gotta keep ridin that wave
…Life!!!
- PAUL RIGGIO -
If you taught me how, I would chose not to give a fuck
there are ways of some
i have tried to comprehend
like employees who ask you to show them love
by voting entertainer of the year for them
and i sit and think of how and why their work moved me
and the longer i reflect the more difficult it is to see
why they do not understand
i thought they served me from their hearts
so why are they asking for love
when they already made me put money in their hands
their are those who call this 'show business'
and regard me as a 'who she think she is' clown
when their fake platitudes
are not even met by a frown
I AM A NATUR_REAL BORN ARTISTE
and for me this is no joke
so i take neither them or their views with my Journey's Stride
for I am doing MA LIFEWORK
wordslingAH, Da Kid!
08262008©cindyadriennequashie
what to say today.
Rudy sent me "Imagine" by John Lennon from YouTube. And I clicked reply and wrote a long note only to realize after I hit send it went to YouTube.
Faye thought she was Gretchen Wilson, 'til I pointed out to her that just because She is a Redneck Woman, does not guarantee that after I win the Gretchen Wilson Award, She might still have a shot at second runner up.
Franky hasn't had time to gossip with me of late. Some foreign business about being employed. (What does "employed" mean?)
Tamika has crowned Herself, Authoress. Which is long overdue, so I won't congratulate her for keeping me waiting.
The Olympics After Party (Democratic convention) is in full swing.
Maveric invited me to party on his myspace page, but did not have an open bar.
Pat Buchanan must have gotten his quota of one Black Friend. For this fake Steven Colbert has been looking mighty dapper of late on MSNBC.
I had mashed potatoes and chocolate milk for breakfast.
I donated seven dollars to The OBAMA JOE BARACK BIDEN.
I have five bottles of Guinness in my refrigerator, but my reminder magnet on the door is still in the I need position.
The new Yahoo mail interface is a pain in my flat flabby extra broad ass, so i switched back to the classic view.
Health wise, it is a lukewarm day. But I am not forlorn.
Angela braided my hair yesterday, quite exquisite if I might add.
I decided if I were to ever get married, my Husband would have to change his name to Morning Dew Hymns.
I wish it was legal to put Lick Her on Layaway. For there is this dude and I heard he possesses certain skills, but He is broke.
I remain
here
for now.
And right now,
I am
good.
Faye thought she was Gretchen Wilson, 'til I pointed out to her that just because She is a Redneck Woman, does not guarantee that after I win the Gretchen Wilson Award, She might still have a shot at second runner up.
Franky hasn't had time to gossip with me of late. Some foreign business about being employed. (What does "employed" mean?)
Tamika has crowned Herself, Authoress. Which is long overdue, so I won't congratulate her for keeping me waiting.
The Olympics After Party (Democratic convention) is in full swing.
Maveric invited me to party on his myspace page, but did not have an open bar.
Pat Buchanan must have gotten his quota of one Black Friend. For this fake Steven Colbert has been looking mighty dapper of late on MSNBC.
I had mashed potatoes and chocolate milk for breakfast.
I donated seven dollars to The OBAMA JOE BARACK BIDEN.
I have five bottles of Guinness in my refrigerator, but my reminder magnet on the door is still in the I need position.
The new Yahoo mail interface is a pain in my flat flabby extra broad ass, so i switched back to the classic view.
Health wise, it is a lukewarm day. But I am not forlorn.
Angela braided my hair yesterday, quite exquisite if I might add.
I decided if I were to ever get married, my Husband would have to change his name to Morning Dew Hymns.
I wish it was legal to put Lick Her on Layaway. For there is this dude and I heard he possesses certain skills, but He is broke.
I remain
here
for now.
And right now,
I am
good.
I + U = WE (new old maths)
Thank You for supporting My LifeWork.
It shall forever remain an eternal priviledge and honor having You in Ma SoulFLow Circle.
Teaching and Learning occurs when One nourishes The Other as The Other is simultaneously feeding One.
I was born cindy adrienne quashie on Sunday January 15th, 1967 in the then recently Associated State of The British Empire (Commonwealth) then called St.Christopher, Nevis & Anguilla.
I was blessed by The Almighty thru The Blood, Sweat and Tears of My Ancestors to have The Wind Rhyme its Rhythms thru My Soul and Project Artistically in regards to all I experience in my environment.
My Maternal Grand Mother, Ms. Esther Frederica Pemberton, who was my first Teacher, Hero and remains my Eternally Primary Mentor, is THE REASON, I could do then, do now and God's willing do until. Once as a toddler, I told Her, as She was washing clothes by hand with a scrub board and tub, that I am trying to go upstairs but my feet won't move. She replied just sit still until they hear You.
Until my early 20s, I had no workable grasp of why or how I saw, felt, heard, spoke or grooved that I could own as mine.
So while it would trouble me, in places I was unaware i possessed, when my expressed thoughts were dismissed, my musings considered jokes and my global socio-political-economic opinions and theories categorized as crazy by others, rather than feeling disparaged, discouraged, denigrated, depreciated, demoralized, discredited, dishonored or disdained, I rolled with it as it came, stayed and or went.
My first fan was Her Brother, Uncle Ezekiel, both now in The Promised Land, GLORY. We would set and talk WITH and LISTEN to each other.
It is on behalf of Them Both and many OTHERS that I welcome you to wordslingAH, Da Kid!
It shall forever remain an eternal priviledge and honor having You in Ma SoulFLow Circle.
Teaching and Learning occurs when One nourishes The Other as The Other is simultaneously feeding One.
I was born cindy adrienne quashie on Sunday January 15th, 1967 in the then recently Associated State of The British Empire (Commonwealth) then called St.Christopher, Nevis & Anguilla.
I was blessed by The Almighty thru The Blood, Sweat and Tears of My Ancestors to have The Wind Rhyme its Rhythms thru My Soul and Project Artistically in regards to all I experience in my environment.
My Maternal Grand Mother, Ms. Esther Frederica Pemberton, who was my first Teacher, Hero and remains my Eternally Primary Mentor, is THE REASON, I could do then, do now and God's willing do until. Once as a toddler, I told Her, as She was washing clothes by hand with a scrub board and tub, that I am trying to go upstairs but my feet won't move. She replied just sit still until they hear You.
Until my early 20s, I had no workable grasp of why or how I saw, felt, heard, spoke or grooved that I could own as mine.
So while it would trouble me, in places I was unaware i possessed, when my expressed thoughts were dismissed, my musings considered jokes and my global socio-political-economic opinions and theories categorized as crazy by others, rather than feeling disparaged, discouraged, denigrated, depreciated, demoralized, discredited, dishonored or disdained, I rolled with it as it came, stayed and or went.
My first fan was Her Brother, Uncle Ezekiel, both now in The Promised Land, GLORY. We would set and talk WITH and LISTEN to each other.
It is on behalf of Them Both and many OTHERS that I welcome you to wordslingAH, Da Kid!
8/24/2008 6:09:16 PM©cindyadriennequashie
Black Women, Identity, and Cultural Theory:
(Un)Becoming the Subject
by Kevin Everod Quashie
(Un)Becoming the Subject
by Kevin Everod Quashie
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