To The Transporter:

I must say that you made my day. After a semi tense lunch date, your email made my day. Thank you.

COMMON SENSE AND JUST LIVING ALWAYS PROSPERS!

What does a hypocrite look like?

Hypocrites.....
They come in all shapes, colours and sizes.
The can range from male to female to anything in between. They can be black, white or red.
They can have long hair, short hair, curly hair, straight hair.....even weave!
This is something I wrote when I went to a little lime on Saturday night where my entertainment was watching hypocrites for the entire night dancing, laughing and just being.
Life is short Jaase....
look and laugh.

Here goes......

You are a hypocrite.
and dont think I like it
cuz I cant even put up with a little bit of your shit.
While you dance and wine
and throw your waist line
Thinking that I'm looking.
No dahlin'
I have what is mine.

So you parade with people of the same
stupid mentality of your game
while others like me
would just look and laugh
at your stupidity
and you and your show of hypocricy.
A dance you learned so perfectly
step by step
intricate movements
gracefully.

You dance your hypocritical dance
with her, him and everybody
else who you call 'friend'
But are you a friend?
Or is it that you just want what you can get
out of them?
Be in the 'in' circle
Well congratulations- You have arrived
You have survived
your battle of advancing to the elite.

Liming and dancing with the 'higher social strata'
Sipping wine and chatting about trips to India and Africa
and other things that really dont matter
to anyone else who is there.
So dance your dance
and perfect your fake smile
Because you are a social butterfly.
But we all are aware that
there is an insecure girl under there
Who has perfected the art of pretending.

WISH LIST!!

I created a wish list on Amazon.com of the stuff I want and will get at some point in time.

Please feel free to purchase and grant me a huge wish if so moved (wink wink) lol

Here is the link:

all I want for Christmas.....

I dont really wish for anything for Christmas, but over the years I have been marooned with questions of "what yuh want for christmas girl?!"

My usual answer is ..nothing...Really, I want nothing because the things I want, not everyone can give me. I have to give myself. They are things like

1. success

2. a successful music and poetry career

3. for my name to be known in the creative industry in T&T

4. love and happiness (this area handled for now)

5. For me to experience self actualization, including issues with physical and mental self, education, family, etc

you get the picture.

So upon reflection which was quite difficult not to get distracted with my 1% attention span on one thought, I managed to think of the things that I would like to get...and hopefully soon (ohh if I won the lottery!) Here is the list:

1. an electric acoustic or electric guitar with amp

2. a mixing board and mic so I can hookup at home and record my music and poetry OR a multi track recorder

3. video camera

4. still camera so I can explore my love for black and white photography

5. an external WD Passport 500MB hard drive

6. computer programs for music, video, photography

7. DJ Turntables 

8. a pair of GOOD headphones (studio type). I was checking out the BOSE qc2 noise cancelling headphones also.

Thats it for now..These things I will be in heaven with...but for not, all I really want is success and happiness

Thoughts of death

I have returned to my space. Mainly because since I have found this outlet, I find comfort in writing my thoughts. Maybe so I can look back at it one day and think "what the hell was I thinking?!" Maybe one day I will write some amazing thought that will become a famous quote or thought process....Who knows.

Last weekend a member of my 'rainbow family' died. I knew of her. I got introduced to her once, but mostly knew her from looking at her profile on myspace and facebook. She died in her sleep peacefully. Her death has impacted me in the most amazing way. Most of last week, death was on my mind. The unknown is a very scary thing. Following this, today I was driven to write a short story and a few thoughts on the matter to ease my racing mind. This is what I came up with...

Death comes like a thief in the night.

Ready to steal your future and past sorrows.

Surrounding you like thick, black smoke.

When you awake, you are in a new existence..

watching the world go by doing its daily tasks.

Watching your family, your friends , your past girlfriends and boyfriends.

Crying.

Disbelief.

Death has come to collect her.

And she watches us crying,

screaming.

"Don't cry for me"

But we cant hear you.

You touch your loved ones, hold them, hug them..

But we cant feel you.

Then you scream.

Because you have realised that

you are now the reflection in the mirror.

R.I.P Kierra