"And when we held hands, I felt as though I touched Heaven, for only an angel's touch could be so tender; the warmth of your caress upon my face was like the light of God, blistering down upon me with effulgent grace and incalescent love. Such a blessing art thou, and I give thanks for thee every day."
"Results are but eventuations of actions; the two may be concomitant, but one comes OF the other, not WITH the other. Thus, we must shift our focus, from the result to the action. For no matter what, the action takes place. Whether the results are negative or positive, the action occurs. An example would be speaking: no matter how people take what you say, they still had to listen to it because you spoke up."
-A. Lewis
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
To Confess, To Profess; Of Congress, Of Progress - 8/14/09
If I told you I loved you, you wouldn't believe it
But this mental intercourse we have could birth love, if you'll conceive it
I know you think I'll leave you while you're in the throes of love, but baby I got you
You see, I could never imagine feeling this way with a woman that's not you.
Sure there were other females before you,
But they surely were not women,
For it takes a true woman to wrest the essence of a man out of a boy.
I was but a striking young lad,
Illusioned with visions of the fun to be had;
Had I known that puberty was not puberty,
But the mere birth of the male essence within me,
I would not have taken the path I so hastily chose.
Once my testicles dropped, the blood rushed down from my head
With the fervor with which a river flows.
Tender blows,
Were delivered to my innocence the night I lost my virginity.
At that point, I perceived myself a man,
Inherently and involuntarily conceding that the constant inflation of my ego was the plan.
I baffled women, for they could not understand how a guy that came off
Sweet, securing, and appealing
Could be so pigheaded, and treat them like dirt after admitting feelings.
They did not see that it was all about my ego,
That hurt and scorn would follow anywhere we'd go
And that it would take them a quarter lifetime to see so.
Any all measures I considered just, when in the conquest to bust.
It was that simple.
If there was one female I wanted but couldn't get,
Never did I fret because there were more to hit.
But then...I got raped.
Never before had a woman gotten into my head...
And you, you really were a woman.
You made love to my thoughts when I didn't consent,
Concentrating on mind and soul while neglecting body.
You took away what I was ironically in control of,
For I controlled my body while fettered by my ego.
You touched my deepest thoughts without asking, without trying,
You broke me down without prying.
No longer was there some aesthetic Anubis,
But a fragile boy shrouded in immaturity
Plagued by selfishness
Reared by repression of self.
You gave that boy a hug, and he fell in love.
From that moment, my true puberty began,
As I climb tirelessly up the steps to manhood.
But to complete this journey, not only must I traverse myself;
Not only must I subjugate my ego to be better
Must I free my actions from their fetters
Must I efface myself to the level of man
Must I walk in reverse down the path I ran,
I must also accept something:
That I was not a man, before I knew you
That I as a man, will do nothing hurtful to you
That as a man, I will uphold honesty and sincerity
And that my actions will be ripe with moral clarity.
I doth solemnly swear to uphold these claims and more
For I am now a man and a man hath things he stands for.
I desire to be the best man that I can be,
And that entails you clearing a path for me
I want your love in my life, to show me who I need to become
So that you and I can make the passionate leap to being one
I need your compassion to keep my heart tender
So that I may love this world and all its splendor
For in you lies the seeds to my growth as a man
And to you now I extend my hand.
So please my love, join me on this journey we call life
So that we may discover and enjoy it all together, as man and wife.
-A. Lewis
But this mental intercourse we have could birth love, if you'll conceive it
I know you think I'll leave you while you're in the throes of love, but baby I got you
You see, I could never imagine feeling this way with a woman that's not you.
Sure there were other females before you,
But they surely were not women,
For it takes a true woman to wrest the essence of a man out of a boy.
I was but a striking young lad,
Illusioned with visions of the fun to be had;
Had I known that puberty was not puberty,
But the mere birth of the male essence within me,
I would not have taken the path I so hastily chose.
Once my testicles dropped, the blood rushed down from my head
With the fervor with which a river flows.
Tender blows,
Were delivered to my innocence the night I lost my virginity.
At that point, I perceived myself a man,
Inherently and involuntarily conceding that the constant inflation of my ego was the plan.
I baffled women, for they could not understand how a guy that came off
Sweet, securing, and appealing
Could be so pigheaded, and treat them like dirt after admitting feelings.
They did not see that it was all about my ego,
That hurt and scorn would follow anywhere we'd go
And that it would take them a quarter lifetime to see so.
Any all measures I considered just, when in the conquest to bust.
It was that simple.
If there was one female I wanted but couldn't get,
Never did I fret because there were more to hit.
But then...I got raped.
Never before had a woman gotten into my head...
And you, you really were a woman.
You made love to my thoughts when I didn't consent,
Concentrating on mind and soul while neglecting body.
You took away what I was ironically in control of,
For I controlled my body while fettered by my ego.
You touched my deepest thoughts without asking, without trying,
You broke me down without prying.
No longer was there some aesthetic Anubis,
But a fragile boy shrouded in immaturity
Plagued by selfishness
Reared by repression of self.
You gave that boy a hug, and he fell in love.
From that moment, my true puberty began,
As I climb tirelessly up the steps to manhood.
But to complete this journey, not only must I traverse myself;
Not only must I subjugate my ego to be better
Must I free my actions from their fetters
Must I efface myself to the level of man
Must I walk in reverse down the path I ran,
I must also accept something:
That I was not a man, before I knew you
That I as a man, will do nothing hurtful to you
That as a man, I will uphold honesty and sincerity
And that my actions will be ripe with moral clarity.
I doth solemnly swear to uphold these claims and more
For I am now a man and a man hath things he stands for.
I desire to be the best man that I can be,
And that entails you clearing a path for me
I want your love in my life, to show me who I need to become
So that you and I can make the passionate leap to being one
I need your compassion to keep my heart tender
So that I may love this world and all its splendor
For in you lies the seeds to my growth as a man
And to you now I extend my hand.
So please my love, join me on this journey we call life
So that we may discover and enjoy it all together, as man and wife.
-A. Lewis
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
How I Feel About Ladies I've Liked Or Had Crushes On - 8/11/09
"I feel like I missed out on them, but I can't really regret it/If I'd had any of them I wouldn't be going where I'm headed/Even though it never worked, I dislike none of them/I have love and respect for each and every one of them/They were all beautiful both inside & out/Prodigious women, and of that there's no doubt/I wish them all the best and hope we don't drift apart/I'm glad I know them, mean it from my heart."
-A. Lewis
-A. Lewis
The Flower of Love - 8/11/09
"How love is like a rose, a seed planted by attraction, based in the soil of trust, rooted to a stem of commitment, supported by the sunshine of affection, nourished by the rain of communication, budding at that profoundly unequivocal moment of self-realization to open the bloom of romance."
-A. Lewis
-A. Lewis
A Natural Beauty - 8/11/09
"She had svelte curves that were striking like lightning, an attitude fierce like the rumble of thunder, a love that cascaded down upon me like sheets of torrential rain, and a mind that shined like that sun on a cloudless day...oh what a natural beauty she was, spectacular like the Northern and Southern lights, more vibrant than a rainbow in the mist of a waterfall, prettier than the crystal clear waters of Bora Bora."
-A. Lewis
-A. Lewis
Knowledge Is Dropped Again - 8/11/09
"To everyone looking for the 'perfect' person, I pose a question: what could you do for him or her? What could you possibly have to offer to someone that is perfect? The idea is to find someone with whom you complement. If the two of you can make each other better, grow, and make each other happy, you will become the perfect people for each other. Love isn't about the perfect people for each other. Love isn't about the perfect person, it's about perfecting your match."
"Too often do we preconceive what love has in store for us, which is why we miss out on good people. To truly be ready for love is to love and accept yourself, the way you would want someone else to, not to have defined what you want down to a T. At that point, someone will come along that you can grow and be happy with, the two things that a relationship should do for you. Look for completion, not perfection."
-A. Lewis
"Too often do we preconceive what love has in store for us, which is why we miss out on good people. To truly be ready for love is to love and accept yourself, the way you would want someone else to, not to have defined what you want down to a T. At that point, someone will come along that you can grow and be happy with, the two things that a relationship should do for you. Look for completion, not perfection."
-A. Lewis
Random Knowledge from August So Far - 8/11/09
"Intention is nothing without action."
"Reputation begins, where character ends; reputation is purely perception, while character is the spool from which your actions are sewn."
"The key to happiness is knowing the door is unlocked, and that walking through is as hard as you make it."
"To prevaricate is to subject yourself to candor, while to speak in candor is to subject yourself to prevarication...the choice is yours."
"Many of the ignorant people in this world believe that they're intelligent in their own right; the only things intelligence and ignorance have in common are their beginning letters, and the fact that they both speak for themselves."
"Haters are like Rubix cubes; they roll with squares, are always changing, and are always looking for someone to solve or complete them."
"On these beats, none of your can see(C) me/So you had to take it back a letter and now you're trying to be(B) me. Unlike you, I only get hi(high) through a greeting/I'm not lazy, I only get by(bye) when I'm leaving."
"These rappers think they're invincible but I am their weakness/I'm raising the Stakes like I'm at the Preakness/Got you shook up like you're on Sixaxis/Try to battle rap me and end up looking like you're suffering from anaphylaxis/That's right, you hear my rhymes and choke up/No luck, you start looking around like 'I'm in some deep you know what'/I call you an unused ashtray since you get no butt."
"I don't know what's in store, but I know I'll buy it/Black Card mind with no limit on knowledge so I swipe it/they say time flies well it's time to pilot/grab and hold tight, take control of life and fly it/let my young brothas know that being a good man isn't hard if you just try it/hard work isn't as hard as trying to get by it/and tell my sistahs to stop taking to heart what a hotels(hoe tells) like Hyatt."
-A. Lewis
"Reputation begins, where character ends; reputation is purely perception, while character is the spool from which your actions are sewn."
"The key to happiness is knowing the door is unlocked, and that walking through is as hard as you make it."
"To prevaricate is to subject yourself to candor, while to speak in candor is to subject yourself to prevarication...the choice is yours."
"Many of the ignorant people in this world believe that they're intelligent in their own right; the only things intelligence and ignorance have in common are their beginning letters, and the fact that they both speak for themselves."
"Haters are like Rubix cubes; they roll with squares, are always changing, and are always looking for someone to solve or complete them."
"On these beats, none of your can see(C) me/So you had to take it back a letter and now you're trying to be(B) me. Unlike you, I only get hi(high) through a greeting/I'm not lazy, I only get by(bye) when I'm leaving."
"These rappers think they're invincible but I am their weakness/I'm raising the Stakes like I'm at the Preakness/Got you shook up like you're on Sixaxis/Try to battle rap me and end up looking like you're suffering from anaphylaxis/That's right, you hear my rhymes and choke up/No luck, you start looking around like 'I'm in some deep you know what'/I call you an unused ashtray since you get no butt."
"I don't know what's in store, but I know I'll buy it/Black Card mind with no limit on knowledge so I swipe it/they say time flies well it's time to pilot/grab and hold tight, take control of life and fly it/let my young brothas know that being a good man isn't hard if you just try it/hard work isn't as hard as trying to get by it/and tell my sistahs to stop taking to heart what a hotels(hoe tells) like Hyatt."
-A. Lewis
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Knowledge Has Been Dropped - 8/6/09
These are my responses to "Do Black Women Limit Themselves When It Comes To Men?"
Black men take Black women for granted. It's that simple. There's a double standard, and Black men have taken it further. The double standard is that Black women are 'supposed' to date Black men because Black is beautiful and they're supposed to have a beautiful Nubian love. Black men on the other hand, feel like they're the best lovers in the world and believe they deserve to have any woman they want since Black women are always there. I think Black women have made themselves overly available. Throughout all of the strife and rigamarole, they stick with Black men. The Black male psyche has been affected by this, and now most men think, "hey, if I do her wrong and she leaves, so what? I'll just go get another." Black women have become a commodity in the minds of some Black men: they won't date out because of the standard, but they won't leave you because of they same standard. And so Black men feel entitled.
While some of this does fall on the shoulders of Black men, (see my comment above) Black women have contributed as well. Too often do Black women pick the wrong men then use them as examples for all men. I did generalize in my first comment, but I would like to say that not all Black men are the same. Not all take Black women for granted, just like not all will drag you through the mud. However, when a woman conditions herself to look for a particular type of guy, then gets done wrong by that SAME type repeatedly, it affects her mentally. You think you're picking good types, and they all do you wrong; Black women think it's the men, but to be honest, it's a bit of both. You didn't pick a 'good man,' and the man you picked wasn't good to you. Some Black women don't realize that they date the same guy repeatedly rather than changing up what they look for. When you think you're dating good men that keep doing you wrong, you end up in this mindset.
We, as a race, are THE most mentally inhibited. We think so much of perception, still have issues from the mental subjugation of slavery and Jim Crow, feel the need to uplift ourselves but lack the drive to do so, divide amongst ourselves for no reason, and so on and so forth. We could talk all day about the issues with our race. That being said, we focus on our race too much. We make everything racial. Sure this is a good discussion, but at the heart is something that has no race at all: happiness. I agree with the people that say "date who makes you happy." Dating isn't about uplifting Black people, nor is it about finding the most successful individual. It's about finding someone that makes you happy and that you can grow with. When you think about it, at the crux of this, the majority of what we've said is extrinsic to the matter of love...love knows no color either. Love and happiness are what really matter, and that's what we should really be worried about.
-A. Lewis
Black men take Black women for granted. It's that simple. There's a double standard, and Black men have taken it further. The double standard is that Black women are 'supposed' to date Black men because Black is beautiful and they're supposed to have a beautiful Nubian love. Black men on the other hand, feel like they're the best lovers in the world and believe they deserve to have any woman they want since Black women are always there. I think Black women have made themselves overly available. Throughout all of the strife and rigamarole, they stick with Black men. The Black male psyche has been affected by this, and now most men think, "hey, if I do her wrong and she leaves, so what? I'll just go get another." Black women have become a commodity in the minds of some Black men: they won't date out because of the standard, but they won't leave you because of they same standard. And so Black men feel entitled.
While some of this does fall on the shoulders of Black men, (see my comment above) Black women have contributed as well. Too often do Black women pick the wrong men then use them as examples for all men. I did generalize in my first comment, but I would like to say that not all Black men are the same. Not all take Black women for granted, just like not all will drag you through the mud. However, when a woman conditions herself to look for a particular type of guy, then gets done wrong by that SAME type repeatedly, it affects her mentally. You think you're picking good types, and they all do you wrong; Black women think it's the men, but to be honest, it's a bit of both. You didn't pick a 'good man,' and the man you picked wasn't good to you. Some Black women don't realize that they date the same guy repeatedly rather than changing up what they look for. When you think you're dating good men that keep doing you wrong, you end up in this mindset.
We, as a race, are THE most mentally inhibited. We think so much of perception, still have issues from the mental subjugation of slavery and Jim Crow, feel the need to uplift ourselves but lack the drive to do so, divide amongst ourselves for no reason, and so on and so forth. We could talk all day about the issues with our race. That being said, we focus on our race too much. We make everything racial. Sure this is a good discussion, but at the heart is something that has no race at all: happiness. I agree with the people that say "date who makes you happy." Dating isn't about uplifting Black people, nor is it about finding the most successful individual. It's about finding someone that makes you happy and that you can grow with. When you think about it, at the crux of this, the majority of what we've said is extrinsic to the matter of love...love knows no color either. Love and happiness are what really matter, and that's what we should really be worried about.
-A. Lewis
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