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a new day

a new day

could not speak, did not feel the need to. not this time, nor in this instance. words from another echoed similar sentiments housed within. it was beautiful to witness a knowing touching and reaching millions.

with the end of the first quarter, the onset of the beginning of a new year, the springing forth of newness that is 2019, the crumble has begun. moons and suns, universe and nature welcomes and ushers in a new day.

feel it.
see it.
here.
now.

4.11

it ain't new

when are we going to stop falling, face first, for the setup? for the manipulation? stop being bamboozled? hell, hoodwinked? when? when will we see the reel within the real?

shit! most of the time life feels like the last scene of The Matrix, watching as shit unfolds in real time but for the viewer or participant at a much slower rate and you stand there, lacking the desire to continue playing the game and all of its shenanigans any longer. but still you play, merely going through the motions … wondering and mildly questioning your sanity as you continue to. testing the reality as it is presented to you.

we’ve seen this before.
witnessed this before.
the predator and the prey dance.
where the predator is preyed upon by a more cunning predator.

dick gregory was famous for saying, “it’s a game.” and you know what, it is. it has always been. a game that has been televised, publicized … repeatedly.

rinse.
recycle.
repeat.

only the faces of the participants have changed. only the names of the dead are different. surely there are those among us who can see … this.

question: at the top of a new fiscal year, what will your reaction be this time?

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Prince

It was most certainly an ethereal experience ... for you and definitely those whose lives you touched through and with music. Language, therefore, cannot aptly describe you; you were one of the few who required a sensory connection to be seen.

Prince Nelson Rogers. One of the realest in this temporal realm to do the damn thing, his way ... unapologetically. 

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I See You, Anthony Hamilton: Best of Me

The other day while driving with the kids to pick up my mother from the train station, the radio was playing softly in the background as we chatted about teenage stuff. Don't ask me what compelled me to turn up the volume. Couldn't tell you. The last few seconds of a song was playing. The voice sultry, the music melodic immediately touching, tugging and connecting with some part of me. Seconds later, I asked the son or the daughter to Shazam the song and give me the deets. To my surprise, and pleasantly so, it was Anthony Hamilton. I tried to tuck this information away for recollection later in the evening when I'd have time; of course, that time never materialized. Fast forward a few days, the song was on the radio again and, once again, I asked the kids to Shazam it and tell me who the singer was. 'Mother' and 'forgetful' are synonymous in my book. Son doesn't get that. Son was like, "Mom, you asked this question just a couple days ago. It's Anthony Hamilton." Dang! Sorry. No need to be so brutal. Anyhoo, it was the end of the song, but from what I heard I loved it.

Like a splinter, this song stayed with me. Yesterday, I purchased it from iTunes, but didn't get a chance to listen. Why? Was off running crazy errands and a spare second was not to be found during the day or night. This morning, however, the song popped in my head. I played it, swaying as the music began. Anthony sang. I froze.

"What did he say?" Pressed rewind. Pressed play and listened. The first two words Anthony sang said it all, as does the entire song.

I see you, Anthony. I see you and I say thank you!

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One of My Favs! India.Arie: The Sistah is Fierce!

You know I love this chick, so it's really no surprise that I was happy dancing the moment I saw a tweet from this songbird debuting her new single, "Cocoa Butter" from her forthcoming album. India is one of the baddest in the game. Lyrically and in every way that matters, she, Jill Scott and Rachelle Ferrell do it for me.

You were missed lady. You were missed.

Press play. Listen, bop, dance, sing, sway and feel. Hit replay and do it all again.

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