But a word if I may…

Email, text messages, snapchats, memes, and vines, all redefine…short speak – text speak -IG- Kik me…but never do we employ quality face-time.

You see, communication has been robbed of its luster…no longer do we pontificate, or elaborate in the predicate, or permeate in the state of present progressive…

We no longer say, Alas! Nonetheless, whithersoever, or, heaven doth shower thee with unmatched appeal; instead, there is a message in your inbox that reads: I’m kind of feeling you, are you feeling me? Or maybe they’ll like every picture as they follow you from behind a screen.

We no longer stand atop elevated ground, in the fashion of Captain Morgan, one leg propped up, the other planted – chest puffed up, crowd anticipating greatness; and with bellowed proclamation, and probably profound prose, girded with alliteration, begin by saying, “Ode to communication…” which by the way is the genesis of any great oration.

So, ode to communication, for she is queen, and when used effectively, in totality, even skeptics believe. She is more than mere diction, more than ossified words. She is tone and inflection, physical participation…annunciation…

She is the medium by which each life must imprint its brushstroke on this infinite canvas. She is the broker of deals, the adhesive of relationship, the infectious passion after an idea is conceived.

She can invoke life, yet she has left many deceased; so I implore you all to exercise….exercise the gift of effective communication, for time is transcended, and when the declaration has ended, she lives in the inspiration and transformation of all who heard and listened.

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A thought on relationships…

When a man loves a woman, there is nothing on the planet that can hurt him more. The same is certain when a woman loves a man. I will focus on the initial, as this is written for a friend. She can manipulate his heart; she can warp his mind and tear logic apart.

Yet, there is no greater pursuit, no greater risk that he is willing to take. A woman dwarfs Mount Everest, breaking Mach 3, sky diving, or the deepest depths of the sea. She will inspire and motivate him to go further, she will embolden him to humble himself and walk away. She trumps his ego, assuming he has learned that massaging his self-constructed importance is folly; and still she knows that his ego can fuel his desire for greater, for it is the very thing that spurred him to even approach her. Without it, he is undesirable; with it, he ascertains the unimaginable. And human knowledge expands as we challenge and question. And still there is no greater endeavor, no worthier adventure than her heart. But this is an appreciation learned, an appreciation seemingly lost. A man will stand; the embodiment of respect and adoration for all that she does; alone if necessary, united with other men, ideally.

Alas woman, do not provoke him to wrath; allow him to be a man; allow him to secure, resolve, procure. Do not try to remake him or change him; however, that does not alleviate an individual’s responsibility to cater to their significant other. Remember,  he was this way from the beginning. Change must be an individual’s choice, anything beyond that will fracture. Be diligent in whom you entrust with your heart;  and when you do, trust them truly.

Reflection

The heart is a mirror; it reflects whatever it is initially presented. Its memory is sharp and readily available.So much power and passion in a single location…love and hate…which will be fueled? Which will reign? Whatever a man soweth, that shall he also reap (Gal. 6:7). What seeds are being cultivated…fermented…? Are seeds planted…allowed refuge…in ignorant deference, within your garden? Does your heart revert to the familiar, even when that familiar is toxic? Or is isolation, fury, wrath…generic prejudice your refuge? What are the final coordinates of your heart’s nostomania?

There should only be only one response…only one destination; that is love, as Jesus so aptly modeled.

Who’s at fault?

Over the past year, months, weeks, days, hours, minutes, seconds, nanoseconds, the media has been riddled with troubling news of another young black man shot; and somewhere in the process, somehow, the police are involved. This makes the news because it invokes reactions…it reinforces sterotypes and fortifies shoddy statistics. Black people feed right into it: “you can’t trust the police; nothing has changed; they are all racist.”

White people seem to jump on the defensive: “he shouldn’t have resisted; he shouldn’t have ran; he shouldn’t have been out that late; etc.”

There are many more that I am sure have already crossed your mind…and the media conglomerate continues to spin their web by interviewing Dr. So-n-so, and urban specialists, and mayors that say, let it run its course, and of course commissioner this- and 20 year vet-that, and civil rights leaders and posers, all spinning their agendas…

Did you know that young, White men, Hispanic men, Asian men, English men get shot, stabbed, hit by cars, and over-dose as well?

We are focused on the wrong thing. The adjective does not matter, it is the noun; the subject of the whole discussion. Are we that naive? Is it really that easy to ignore the root problem? Young men are dying people! Everyday, more than what you see on the news, more than what resonates through the pews. This isn’t just happenstance; this isn’t racism; I see something deeper…trending through time. I don’t hear much of young women being the topic of these shootings and massacres..maybe I am reaching, but it is predominantly young men.

I believe we are being assassinated. The summary of the thing is simple to me; this is spiritual warfare. Satan is attacking men, color is of no importance; those who are called to lead are blinded by personal advancement, and poisoned with hate.In our melancholy state, we seek answers from anyone, or thing, that offers an explanation.And everyone and everything jumps at the opportunity toinfluence us, young men, except Men. Black men, white men, hispanic men, asian men, english men…invest in the young men around you. Color is of no importance. Impart wisdom, practical and spiritual, because we battle not against flesh and blood. Set an example with your lives submitted to God, and alleviate the death toll. The world descends into Satan’s myopic mirage with the killing of young men; we cannot allow ourselves to be divided and conquered…for what is left, but a Godless nation?

Dare I utilize such a distasteful quip? Better are the ones who are cut short, than those who endure a misguided and unimpactful life.

Near

Proximity is the greatest intimacy; not so much physically, but entirely ethereal. The tangible is warm and soothing, but to kiss the heart is for us two, with breath entwined. To be near you, even in the same room, is not enough; I desire to reside within your every molecule, breath, hopes, and dreams. I, your pulse, you quintessential to my sustenance, my respiration. Could you be without your heartbeat? Or I without the alveoli within my bronchial cavity? It is death to even consider; for you and I are one entity, divinely destined…without you there is no possibility, and I would be ignorant to the genuine me…you are mine, and I am your vitality.

I just wanna be near you feel you breathe your essence into my existence give you a chance to experience the real you.

~ For Nisha

Mirror mirror

There is nothing in existence more spectacular than woman. Divinely fashioned by the Creator’s hand. She is flawless, life’s doorway and its nurturer; she is a mirror, reflecting her Father…reflecting all that she is presentedtwo-fold…four-fold.Careful from whom the latter is bestowed.It is her nature to please, and commitment is her heart.

But alas, to be overly nurturing -too ready to please- is an open wound, a primary target, leaking your vitality; and still, in the other wise, there is a definite catastrophe; to adjugate completely from commitment and the desire to satisfy, creates a callousness that seizes the heart.In the initial case, she is easily misappropriated, which births the second case of an aloof and hardened heart.

Now she is a broken mirror, relaying a refracted and distorted image of her Father. She can no longer hear His Whisper, she has become drunken with the lust of appeasing man, or enflamed with scorn.

Her defense is wisdom and intentional godly-fellowship; her accidence for commitment is Christ-centered.

Is there a more necessary creation than woman? If I may afford you this thought to consider: God gave man dominion over all that He created; then He gave man woman,callousness that seizes the heart.In the initial case, she is easily misappropriated, which births the second case of an aloof and hardened heart.

Now she is a broken mirror, relaying a refracted and distorted image of her Father. She can no longer hear His Whisper, she has become drunken with the lust of appeasing man, or enflamed with scorn.

Her defense is wisdom and intentional godly-fellowship; her accidence for commitment is Christ-centered.

Is there a more necessary creation than woman? If I may afford you this thought to consider: God gave man dominion over all that He created; then He gave man woman,callousness that seizes the heart.In the initial case, she is easily misappropriated, which births the second case of an aloof and hardened heart.

Now she is a broken mirror, relaying a refracted and distorted image of her Father. She can no longer hear His Whisper, she has become drunken with the lust of appeasing man, or enflamed with scorn.

Her defense is wisdom and intentional godly-fellowship; her accidence for commitment is Christ-centered.

Is there a more necessary creation than woman? If I may afford you this thought to consider: God gave man dominion over all that He created; then He gave man woman,and it was good. You balance us, so that we may govern effectively and with optimum efficiency. So mirror, mirror I see that God saved his most necessary and best for last. Temper her accordingly.

Another angle…Patience

Patience worketh a good thing;  patience worketh your nerves and increaseth your irritability. Patience is the most consuming of all virtues; when you have given her all, she requires more nourishment. Where is that extra energy to come from? Where is the unending reservoir that I might satisfy her thirst? She is ravenous and cold-hearted…a lobbying isolationist, yet she never wants to be alone. Still she is essential in everything: tribulation, service, love, even in fearing the Lord and living
according to his statutes…monopolizing every vestibule of life.
Patience…so exalted and esteemed; that seems to be the nature of the dilemma; too high an aspiration to ever truly attain, all the while seeds of frustration and despair take root…stifling hope. 
     Oh Patience! Are these allegations not true? In all of your goodness, can you say that these charges are unjustly wrought against you? Tell us, that we may know if there is any good and
favorable thing that resteth in you.
Patience: it is not faulty to say that she requires much. Nor is it hyperbolic to say that she is honored among values. A negative disposition of her leads one to consider the lens by which these observations are being made. If one considers life through a carnal lens, then Patience is guilty. But to peer through Blood-washed lenses, one will see clearly that without her it is impossible to please God, and to live a successful and purposeful life. Show me a man
that proclaims he has faith, but posseses little patience, and I will show you a liar. There is no life without faith in Christ, and faith requires dependence and wrestling. Without patience to humbly wait on God’s timing, without patience to persist through our weaknesses despite our falls, can one truly proclaim faith? Can that faith ever grow devoid of tests? And what fuels the peace that the faithful rest in…is it not faith coupled with patience? For Patience says, Father your timing not mine, Your Will, and not
mine.
There is no working of faith without patience; there is no coming through tribulation without patience; there is no service without patience; there is no love without patience. 
Meditate on the God of Heaven and Earth; His Love is coupled with Patience; if He were not patient, considering we crucify Christ every day, we would be in eternal agony even now. But He is patient, as we should be with each other and with the tempo by which we choose to live life
and serve God. Patience is trying, but with patience God can mold and purify through those seasons of discomfort…if we let him. Patience is an act of worship, which is our reasonable service. 
Patience worketh a good thing with much discomfort…Christ endured much discomfort…and it afforded us an inheritance. Patience produces uncomfortable goodness.

~Monkkontroversy

Success Identified

Success is not one definitive entity; it is an amalgamation of occurrences. Success is very dependent on the vantage point of the individual. It is subject to where one finds identity; for some success is a new car, others a house, large bank account, provision, family, women, men, relationships; still for others, it is a day without a drink, without a needle in the arm, or just being the catalyst of a smile…what is success to you? There you will find your identity.
Success is the desire of every man, great or small; it is often times elusive because many a man is unable to fail well. Failure is always an opportunity to learn, to redirect, to assess potential improvement. To consider failure in any other light is to fail. Success is very dependent on the ability to look beyond seeming incongruities…and to glean from robust setbacks.
Success, is it isolated to a single individual? It is farfetched to isolate this entity; when one receives a blessing, it is never solely for that individual. Abraham received a blessing, but that blessing bestowed upon him from God…that covenant…is far-reaching even to this very day. Abraham’s seed is vast, but it is the Life that came through his seed for the entire world, that is the true blessing. Success in anything is a blessing and is therefore not just for you. Share your blessings, because you are blessed to be a blessing; share your success, because someone needs it for motivation…inspiration. Invest your victories and accomplishments into others, and foster a culture of excellence.  Let your success testify and impart successful habits.
What does your success look like? Are you a miser, or does your success fertilize those encompassed in your garden of influence? It is your choice.

Hope

Hope; it was said that hope is naive, change is everything. Hope is naive if it is all that you do; if you are anchored in the taste of promising possibilities but never partake in the meal, then hope is but a distasteful tease…an apparition; and life becomes a macabre dream. But consider another perspective on hope.

It is a powerful catalyst. It can inspire and provoke the very change aforementioned; it is the petrol that powers the audacity to do…to not acquiesce to the sirenic call of society…hope without faith, without action, is hopelessness. Wise Solomon stated in Proverbs 13:23, “Hope deferred maketh the heart sick: but when the desire cometh, it is a tree of life.” So the desire for change starts with but an inkling of hope…that desire becomes a need…that need becomes a necessity…and the progressive infuriation of passion persists. And then to persevere until that hope materializes, until that change becomes normalcy, is the most savory feast that the heart can ever indulge in. So partake heartily.

La Corazon

The heart is a mirror; it reflects whatever it is initially presented. Its memory is sharp and readily available.So much power and passion in a single location…love and hate…which will be fueled? Which will reign? Whatever a man soweth, that shall he also reap (Gal. 6:7). What seeds are being cultivated…fermented…? Are seeds planted…allowed refuge…in ignorant deference, within your garden? Does your heart revert to the familiar, even when that familiar is toxic? Or is isolation, fury, wrath…generic prejudice your refuge? What are the final coordinates of your heart’s nostomania?
There should only be one response…only one destination; that is love, as Jesus so aptly modeled.