Personal Blog 3-28-12

  So the doctor said that he lost to much blood. Sometimes I wish that I had just given my own..... I guess for whatever reason God decided to just take him away, from us I don't really understand it, how someone so young could just die, in such a harsh way, I guess since he wanted to kill himself, he got what he wanted. He wanted to die, and unfortunately he did. This really just shows that life is short, and is not promised at all. It's funny how is was mad that she called so late, then after, I heard what she had to had to say, i just remember pacing back and forth.........

 Why is chicken considered just a black person's thing, because every damn body eats chicken. Sooooo why just black people, I don't understand, it's dumb, I mean the guy on the picture of KFC is white, hahaha did people  not notice this I guess not. I wonder where that little stereotype came fro, I guess I don't really know but anyway. ..........and then watermelon, why do people think watermelon is just black people, i mean everyone loves watermelon, and everyone eats fruit so why say just for black people.


 

I Get Out Personal Blog #2

So I decided to post a Lauryn Hill song, that most relates to me, mainly because this is something, that I've always thought, but me and Lauryn are speaking to two different people and districts.......

 I get out, I get out of all your boxes
I get out, you can't hold me in these chains
I'll get out
Father free me from this bondage
Knowin' my condition
Is the reason I must change

[Verse 1]
Your stinkin' resolution
Is no type of solution
Preventin' me from freedom
Maintainin' your pollution
I won't support your lie no more
I won't even try no more
If I have to die, oh Lord
That's how I choose to live
I won't be compromised no more
I can't be victimised no more
I just don't sympathize no more
Cause now I understand
You just wanna use me
You say "love" then abuse me
You never thought you'd loose me
But how quickly we forget
That nothin' is for certain
You thought I'd stay here hurtin'
Your guilt trip's just not workin'
Repressin' me to death
Cause now I'm choosin' life, yo
I take the sacrifice, yo
If everything must go, then go
That's how I choose to live

[Pause]

[Singing rest of Verse 1]
That's how I choose to live...
Hehehehe, awhh
No more compromises
I see past your disguises
Blindin' through mind control
Stealin' my eternal soul
Appealin' through material
To keep me as your slave

[Singing Chorus]
But I get out
Oh, I get out of all your boxes
I get out
Oh, you can't hold me in these chains
I'll get out
Oh, I want out of social bondage
Knowin' my condition
Oh, is the reason I must change

[Singing Verse 2]
See, what you see is what you get
Oh, and you ain't seen nothin' yet
Oh, I don't care if you're upset
I could care less if you're upset
See it don't change the truth
And your hurt feeling's no excuse
To keep me in this box
Psychological locks
Repressin' true expression
Cementin' this repression
Promotin' mass deception
So that no one can be healed
I don't respect your system
I won't protect your system
When you talk I don't listen
Oh, let my Father's will be done

[Singing Chorus]
And just get out
Oh, just get out of all these bondage
Just get out
Oh, you can't hold me in chains
Just get out
All these traditions killin' freedom
Knowin' my condition
Is the reason I must change

[Singing Verse 3]
I've just accepted what you said
Keepin' me among the dead
The only way to know
Is to walk then learn and grow
But faith is not your speed
Oh, you've had everyone believed
That you're the sole authority
Just follow the majority
Afraid to face reality
The system is a joke
Oh, you'd be smart to save your soul
Oh, when escape is mind control
You spent your life in sacrifice
To a system for the dead
Oh, are you sure...
Where is the passion in this living
Are you sure it's God you servin'
Obligated to a system
Getting less then you're deserving
Who made up these schools, I say
Who made up these rules, I say
Animal conditioning
Oh, just to keep us as a slave

[Singing Chorus]
Oh, just get out
Of this social purgatory
Just get out
All these traditions are a lie
Just get out
Superstition killing freedom
Knowin' my condition
Is the reason I must die
Just get out
Just get out
Just get out
Let's get out
Let's get out
Knowin' my condition
Is the reason I must die
Just get out

SHOT!? (Personal Blog #1)

A year ago my friend from Detroit was shot in the head/face what ever you wan't to call it, and I remember, sitting at home thinking that I would never be able to see her again. I remember when I found out she was shot, and at first I just couldn't believe it, then I started to feel rage, I just wanted to go back home to Detroit, and just avenge whoever shot her. I kept trying to understand how somebody could just, come up to a car, and just shoot a person in the head, then just walk away like it was nothing. Til this day,  I'm just thankful she was able to celebrate another birthday, and another day on this earth. It made me feel like she survived the horrible. I guess the rest of this is in more detail in my writer's notebook.
This always made me feel like life is deffinately not promised, and sometimes want to just up on the point of life, so I guess I just learned to get over it.

POV Assignment #2

LMAO!? Giirrrrl remember that time that one time.That one time, that we laughed so hard about it. I told you not to do it, and yo crazy self did.

  We was sitting at home bored like crazy, and I we was trying to find something to do. I said we should go get some pizza and Mickey D’s lOlz.....but I guesss you didn’t really want to hmmmph. Then we saw previews for new movies, but we was to lazy to get up ha! smh were a mess. Anyway, then you said oh lets go on youtube and look at stupid dumb funny videos. I mean it was something fun to do, w/o getting up lmao! All those videos girl, we was dieing laughing. I remember we was turning red and purple and all types of shit! But that one click, yeah that one click on a video changed the whole night, and probably our lives forever! You may not remember this, but the cinnamon challenge. We watched all these videos, with nutty people doing the cinnamon challenge, and I saw how in your eyes, you really wanted to do it, so I tempted you and ask, hayyy lets try it!?....... (wrong idea)
   So we just put some cinnamon on the spoon, and into or mouths, and that mess made us choke so much. Then I heard a loud thumbed, and I looked over and you was on the floor!

So now here we are, in the hospital not knowing if you’re brain will wake you back up and allow you to remember, and to remember what happened. Now that I’m thinking about it, I wish you would have just listened to me, and just didn’t do it, you where always stubborn (snicker)..... I hear telling to me just shut up, lOl..... you know now I feel like this should be instead of you, because I mean it was my house ya know, and it’s kind of the reason you did it. But ummm just to let you know, when you get out of this, and get better, because i wanna go after who ever created, this damn cinnamon challenge hahahhaha..... sooo i guess ( did you just open your eyes )?!?

POV Assignment #1

Temperance McKinley

Creative Writing

02-16-12

Misunderstanding Love Scene

See, breaking up is hard to move along is even harder

It's over she got colder now can't locate where her heart is

And I'm just being honest, since we not even talking

My mind won't let you go

Shit even considered stalking naw

You know I be teasin' though

You know that my ego won't

Thought this was forever love

Guess that was just seasonal

She got back with her old boy

She's probably had a reason though

Although thought that we would grow

Guess I wasn't feasible

But we ain't gonna be beefin though

I missed you at my recent show

I speak to CJ Often and

Sometimes I just wanna speak you up

Yeah, hit you up, or call you up, or send a text

Your new man got my respect

So if I do call it's just to check

Heard that you alright though

My nigga for life though

It's funny how this life go

We love for a while then a light goes

Took me a while just to write those

Pride I had a fight so I'mma stop right here

And I know you don't care

But I hope you got that bite boo

   “I heard these word, and i couldn’t understand what he was talking about, or talking too, was he breaking up on me, or was he cheating on my and leaving somebody else.”

Yea tell me bout the love of ours

Contemplate I wrote about it

We no longer close or nuttin

That's why she ignore my flowers

And my call and my text

Spendin her time wit him I guess

I regret some shit I did

But darling is yall intimate

Who was better I know I was

Don't you lie don't blow my buzz

You ask me who I'm strokin now

I said that the pool is closed

Can we stay broken up

And all these pages close em up

I hope we both do learn from this

So my next don't don't gotta be so rough

Gotta get better wit time

Relationships should never rewind

Better leave it all behind

Guess that mean you could never be mine

Well ummm there's a but

Without your love it's cold as fuck

Life is a movie we both say cut

But most times darlin the sequel sucks.

   “I was starting to get more and more pissed. Because I couldn’t figure out who he was talking to, and what was going on. Then he had the nerves to be rapping, his break up to me! He kept saying it in a certain rhythm. I just don’t understand it, so I opened the door, and couldn’t believe it. He was laying there on the bed, blasting his music, with his headphones bobbing his head, and rapping. I just kept smiling, and did a little laugh, he looked up, took his headphones off, and ran straight towards me, and gave me a hug and a kiss, all i could say was I’m sorry, and I how dumb I really feel.”

Genre

 Genre

      I wonder how people who have never known what music is react, i wonder if they ever are lost, or if they ever feel like they're missing something. I know that me personally I don't know how I would last, if I never heard music before. Because music is something important to the world, and music is something that everyone needs to survive, and last. 

      A painter paints pictures on canvas.  But musicians paint their pictures on silence.  ~Leopold Stokowski
      Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.  ~Berthold Auerbach

      All deep things are song.  It seems somehow the very central essence of us, song; as if all the rest were but wrappages and hulls!  ~Thomas Carlyle

      If the King loves music, it is well with the land.  ~Mencius

      Without music life would be a mistake.  ~Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche

      Take a music bath once or twice a week for a few seasons.  You will find it is to the soul what a water bath is to the body.  ~Oliver Wendell Holmes

     If a composer could say what he had to say in words he would not bother trying to say it in music.  ~Gustav Mahler

    Why waste money on psychotherapy when you can listen to the B Minor Mass?  ~Michael Torke

    And the night shall be filled with music,
And the cares that infest the day
Shall fold their tents like the Arabs
And as silently steal away.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Day Is Done

   He who sings scares away his woes.  ~Cervantes

  Music was my refuge.  I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.  ~Maya Angelou, Gather Together in My Name

      These are the quotes I live by, and I feel that these quotes are, words in my head, that someone else said. But I still wonder how a person lives with no choice of music or no choie of genre? 

  The sound waves bounce off the wall and vibrate like never before heard of. She sits in a corner and hold her hears, to the loudness and roughness of the music playing. She looks around and see’s music, music, poster, posters, sound waves all around. Which should she choose from which one is better, which one has helped in their life, which one gives them inspiration. Anthony Hamilton, Blaq Soul Music, Aretha Franklin, Motown, Posters all over the walls. The big stereo boom box blasts out the sound of hate, love, and affection. It blasts out the sounds of soul, then the sounds of hip hop. The pictures of Jay-Z, Common, Kanye West, Biggie Smalls, Tupac, Wale, and Hip Hop! The pictures make the sound of choice of decision, of confusion. She can ‘t decide she can’t hear. She can hear but she can’t see. She can’t see the sounds of peace. She can’t see the sounds of love, she can’t see the sounds of inspiration. She feel’s like books all around, she feels like “shhhhh keep quiet” signs all around her wall. She doesn’t see the Soul Music posters anymore, she doesn’t see the sound waves of Hip Hop anymore. She see’s silence, she see’s calmness, she see’s “the light”. She enters a world like no other world, she enters a place like no other place. The sign says welcome to Genre ,“The free world”; People walk around with headphones in their ears, they walk to bob their heads, they walk and dance, they walk and talk poetic thoughts. A world where music is united, like a ball of many colors, or an America of music, a melting pot of expression. She makes the decision, the decision to express her self. She expresses herself through her music, she expresses her choice, she runs to add, and returns. She’s now in the bed, headphones in her ear, boom box in her hand blasting, she now see the sounds of the Soul Music Poster, she see’s the posters of Hi Hop, and the dance of Pop, the craziness of Rock, the clapping of Gospel, the mixing of all, she experiences Genre, and experienced something called shuffle. She shuffle’s to her own portable boom box, and she shuffle’s, into the worlds portable boom box.

I wonder how people who have never known what music is react, i wonder if they ever are lost, or if they ever feel like they're missing something. I know that me personally I don't know how I would last, if I never heard music before. Because music is something important to the world, and music is something that everyone needs to survive, and last. 

      A painter paints pictures on canvas.  But musicians paint their pictures on silence.  ~Leopold Stokowski

      Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.  ~Berthold Auerbach

      All deep things are song.  It seems somehow the very central essence of us, song; as if all the rest were but wrappages and hulls!  ~Thomas Carlyle

      If the King loves music, it is well with the land.  ~Mencius

      Without music life would be a mistake.  ~Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche

      Take a music bath once or twice a week for a few seasons.  You will find it is to the soul what a water bath is to the body.  ~Oliver Wendell Holmes

     If a composer could say what he had to say in words he would not bother trying to say it in music.  ~Gustav Mahler

    Why waste money on psychotherapy when you can listen to the B Minor Mass?  ~Michael Torke

    And the night shall be filled with music,
And the cares that infest the day
Shall fold their tents like the Arabs
And as silently steal away.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Day Is Done

   He who sings scares away his woes.  ~Cervantes

  Music was my refuge.  I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.  ~Maya Angelou, Gather Together in My Name

      These are the quotes I live by, and I feel that these quotes are, words in my head, that someone else said. But I still wonder how a person lives with no choice of music or no choie of genre? 

  The sound waves bounce off the wall and vibrate like never before heard of. She sits in a corner and hold her hears, to the loudness and roughness of the music playing. She looks around and see’s music, music, poster, posters, sound waves all around. Which should she choose from which one is better, which one has helped in their life, which one gives them inspiration. Anthony Hamilton, Blaq Soul Music, Aretha Franklin, Motown, Posters all over the walls. The big stereo boom box blasts out the sound of hate, love, and affection. It blasts out the sounds of soul, then the sounds of hip hop. The pictures of Jay-Z, Common, Kanye West, Biggie Smalls, Tupac, Wale, and Hip Hop! The pictures make the sound of choice of decision, of confusion. She can ‘t decide she can’t hear. She can hear but she can’t see. She can’t see the sounds of peace. She can’t see the sounds of love, she can’t see the sounds of inspiration. She feel’s like books all around, she feels like “shhhhh keep quiet” signs all around her wall. She doesn’t see the Soul Music posters anymore, she doesn’t see the sound waves of Hip Hop anymore. She see’s silence, she see’s calmness, she see’s “the light”. She enters a world like no other world, she enters a place like no other place. The sign says welcome to Genre ,“The free world”; People walk around with headphones in their ears, they walk to bob their heads, they walk and dance, they walk and talk poetic thoughts. A world where music is united, like a ball of many colors, or an America of music, a melting pot of expression. She makes the decision, the decision to express her self. She expresses herself through her music, she expresses her choice, she runs to add, and returns. She’s now in the bed, headphones in her ear, boom box in her hand blasting, she now see the sounds of the Soul Music Poster, she see’s the posters of Hi Hop, and the dance of Pop, the craziness of Rock, the clapping of Gospel, the mixing of all, she experiences Genre, and experienced something called shuffle. She shuffle’s to her own portable boom box, and she shuffle’s, into the worlds portable boom box.