Wednesday 24 August 2011

What a Day When We Walk Down Redemption Street


 I believe that as much as God loves the prayerful penitent so too must He love the persistent up against all odds death coming endlessly in waves but never go under, God loves the fighter
~Muhammad Muwakil

[I [Kerry-Ann] do not own the shown image]
--Love & Freedom

Tuesday 23 August 2011

The Absence of Clarity-- [2]


I cannot seem to operate
And you, my Love are gone
....
I cannot seem to operate and all I can hear..
Are the lyrics to songs and sounds in my head
Seeking to define me
Seeking to execute itself over and over again through me
Falling apart,
Losing wars
The new addiction muddles me
Now, just as insipid as everybody else
It aches my insides
Falling apart piece by piece
Peaces at a tine
Now, just as insipid
Petrifaction irrelevant
Insipid is ACCEPTABLE
Maybe too tangible for one that doesn’t belong here
But acceptable
One does not belong here
So she’s hoping to not be long here
For the pounding of the thoughts, emotions and confusion on her lone female frame
Is teary unbearable
It's very unbearable
Usurping pieces of myself
In order to find a vestige of myself in these equations
In these situations
The singularity in the popularity
Offers NO comfort
Neither does the shortened limit of proportionality
So her I am then,
Trying to find clarity…and more

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--[Introspection]
--Love & Freedom
----Mandy

Wednesday 17 August 2011

Pieces of those Parts That I Can't Feel/ Absence of Clarity Here

I'm currently in a peaceful state. Why? I couldn't say why, simply because i don't know the answer to that question. I feel complete. Still a bit foggy, my vision is clearer now. I'm not that much of a muddled person anymore. I don't know how long it will last, but this is FOR the moment and i am contented. I'm searching for the holiness in me, even in those places I can't see, I'm searching. [Fighting HARD, with all the fight in me, not to conform]
--[Introspection]
---Love & Freedom
----Mandy

Friday 5 August 2011

Thursday 4 August 2011

For All The Parts Of Us That We Abandon


About a week ago I visited my hometown, the place i left at the age of 9. Living in the place that I do now I always thought of my hometown, ‘Vega’ as having held the happiest times of my life, from the climbing of trees, to the kite flying and the going down to the river to ‘ketch’ fish [and then getting in trouble for going down to the river to 'ketch' fish]. Fun. These memories and more where kept close to my heart in the hope of maintaining my sanity. For our neighborhood was more than just a neighborhood, each family that resided there was an extension of my family. My family didn’t comprise of 4 but of about 100 JUST as loving people. It saddened me when I visited my hometown and nothing seemed familiar to me anymore.

The pleasant afternoon greetings, the children playing together in the streets under the evening sky, parents looking on at their very pride and joy, without worry of the rising gas prices or the feeling of wanting a new car/ something of the  sort… it all became very foreign. Unfamiliar. It was then that I had realized that I had long traded these intrinsic pieces of me, I had traded the pieces of me that made me, Me. Unconsciously I made the choice to leave parts of myself behind, in order to be able to ‘adapt’ to the new neighborhoods, environments and its contents. Sooner than I had realized, I became a part of the image, I was just as aloof as i had previously despised. Their box was somehow 'comfortable', to comfortable almost.  Dulled. Petrified. All that used to be inherent, was lost.

No wonder my spirit always felt tarnished. No wonder i was unable to find simplicity anywhere. No wonder the sanity wasn't tangible.... EPIPHANY......BUT the reformation is still in progress. I WILL remember what it feels like to be free again in an untouched way. I will. I will. I must.

Love and Freedom
 ---Mandy [The freedom fighter]