HER NAME IS... Alicia Alonso Martinez, Her company became the Ballet Nacional de Cuba in 1955.

GOODNESS GRACIOUS.. this man is smooth. Trouble MAN I come up hard baby, but now I'm cool I didn't make it sugar, playin' by the rules I come up hard baby, but now I'm fine I'm checkin trouble sugar, movin' down the line I come up hard but that's okay 'Cause trouble man, don't get in my way I come up hard, baby I've been for real, baby, gonna keep movin', gonna go to town I come up hard I come up gettin' down There's only three things that's for sure Taxes, death and trouble This I know baby, this I know sugar Girl Ain't gon let it sweat me babe Got me singin', yeah, yeah, ooh Come up hard, baby, I had to fight Took care my business with all my might I come up hard, come up hard, I had to win Then start all over and win again I come up hard but that's okay 'Cause trouble man don't get in my way, hey, hey I know some places and I seen some faces I got my connections, they take my directions What people say, that's okay, they don't bother me, no I'm ready to make it, don't care 'bout the weather Don't care 'bout no trouble, got myself together Laughin', no cryin', my protection's all around me I come up hard, baby, I've been for real, baby With the trouble mind, movin', goin' tight I come up hard, come on, get down There's only three things for sure Taxes, death and trouble, oh This I know, baby, this I've known, baby Hey now, let it sweat, baby, ooh All right, baby, ooh I've come up hard, but now I'm cool I didn't make it, baby, playin' by the rules I've come up hard, baby, but now I'm fine I'm checkin' trouble, sugar, hey, movin' down the line, oh

I had resolved to having my LOVE lock down. Surviving my last heart-break.. picking up the cracked pieces of my heart off the ground and was privately piecing my tender heart back together. I gave it all.. I kept in mind I couldn't keep myself and keep him too. I gave my love too eagerly. There are things that I can't keep from my mind no matter how much forgiving I do. Nightmares I want to share, the way the clouds moved me yesterday. Instead, keeping it lock down. The blow was hard, I lost something more than love.. lost a friend. Believing that he will always be in my heart, however has no place in my life gives me a temporary peace. Out of the blew as if it had sincerely fell from the sky, this person has galloped into my life, shining brighter, more brave than I could of imagined anyone to be in this day in age. Moreover, his strong feelings, naturally grow in reciprocal. He isn't mine and yet belongs to someone else. HOwever, The journey breaths happy, constant laughter surrounds our every interaction, not to the point of oblivion, just right. I trust and believe him, but it is myself I no longer trust these days. My judgement has been far from what I ever saw myself as.. such a fight exists inside. Trying to understand before being understood. What am I thinking? I distance the belief I was meant to be loved or able to love with a one track mind... are they one in the same. It gets harder and harder to dream these days.. still I press on.

INTROSPECTIVE, PSYCHE, DISCOVER, EXPLORE, ENCOURAGE, CHALLENGE, EMBRACE, CONFIDENCE, KNOWLEDGE, HUMBLENESS, MAGIC... Words to live by.

The believing in something bigger than yourself requires great sacrifice. It's selfless and selfish simultaneously. On a science fictional level, this is why Rogue has always resonated with me. A supreme being that can do so much good, but the cost is that she can't physically touch any other human. When she does, she absorbs their memory and strength as her own. She is destined to a life of solitude but at the same time able to save and help bring balance.

Art by : Lady Morgil

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

Nobody kills me like you do...

Kate Earl - Nobody from Jeremy Goldberg on Vimeo.

The Mother we Share Too speak enough, or not too much. Shall I bargain or fold. Slippery vision begs the memory to compose. Take life out loud. An intense passion out of focus.. burns. Set sail for a mansion of unearthing. Saw a trance and walked in. A pirate buries its treasure. Do we choose to forget or remember? Infatuation of the colorful kind, meant to unwind a corset strung too tight, inside calmness fights. Some days are better than others. It comes rushing back. Achy and familiar is the humor in dysfunction. Able to haunt, never punished, no justice. Accomplice slash victim lives on. Pity exists. Forgiven her, Forgiven me, still longing to heaven it. Hope flickers as a candle bout to go off. The window remains, a celestial nana bestowed. Whole again, able to bend it grows bright again. Devils and angels we create in our minds stretch from lover to sunrise. Painting a picture of perfection, wrings out the taste of actuality. Love has confused the dwelling of pearls. Tunnels hold oval endings, to relieve the squinting. How long is meaningless suffice? The more we become disconnected, the more desperate the thirst takes flight. The taste of alcohol on our lips, brief intimacy that fills the urgent longing for touch gives way to temporary sensation of bliss.. We hold back so much on the matters that matter most. Don’t shut the fuck up about the grief and sacrifice that doesn’t exist. Embrace the Recourse. A hapless flight is an unfortunate inception. Is there anything left to write? Is there anything left to fight for? The more I search for answers the harder it becomes to remember the question. The only clarity I find is near Mother Nature’s sublime. Anny Ariz

Own who you are. Speak of only wiser people.

Shoe laces I almost let my wet shoes ruin my journey.. Running in the rain is exhilarating! Reminds me of Tracy chapman days when music wore more than lines to bed. I have had moments put together and of deep blue. A past honest and haunts the master of disguise. The painful smile of a wicked grin, ask the questions, like Oye? Is silence more or an empty abyss of wishful sins. I write and write to remember my name. Hope resides in the tenderness of the ocean, its ability to open its arms to a sinner like me. As a kid, i observed the world silently, the separation humans felt to nature left me confussed and in agony to unite the two. The best of harmony exsisted nestled in its leafy arms, consoled the darkness inside. Bitterness towards a mother that turned away has undoubtablly made me awkward and hell bent on remaining awake. What is it human kind have retreated to represent? Consideration runs through its own exsistence. My fight is for happy and healthy. I recall the first time i saw for my own eyes the loss of breath. Mine began to beat against my chest. Made a promise to live without regret because how unforgiven time should be spent. I wish for your words to find their way to trees everytime, because where you fall short to understand their worth, i over fill the glass. My heart has no other name that galently i put my pride aside. So much death and destruction keeps me up at night. Those sleepless nights are bearable. The love bottled up on reserve for my favorite soul are utterly un bearable. If what we let into our life has more power than what we reject. The level of patience is border line dare devil. I want to kiss him weightlessly. Embrace him whole heartedly. Lift all his dreams in hopes to bestow half the ways this best friend has touched my soul, in more holes than a honey comb. For with or without him, madly in love remains unfaltered and steady. This dream conjured somewhere along when we tied shoe laces with style, made way for confirmation kindness reins proud. The affliction to understand the moral behind Cain and Able truths, leads to the allusion we control what we lose. I choose rather to live somewhat bold, in hopes to hold a river of proof. For if we reep what we sow, my my will state loud, A Love pure and true Anny Ariz

True Freedom

All along while i drank on your wine, read every single one of your poems line by line, multiple times. All the time i resisted to see what was obviously.., to every single body around me.  I struggled and wrote, got wasted and drugged with other flesh to believe it, to leave it. Restless and torn, saying bye to a silver lining drawn. Mangled my frame, I love you too profoundly to place blame.  Odds fall on..  for you i would kill.  If life should ever call for it. But until then, reserved and contained i will remain. Never meant to leave space and time with your heart and mind by mine. Prior to these past weeks, i embraced you so tightly it squeaked.  Your lack of sleep, could rightfully be a result of my bedroom dreams. I graciously bow to your applause. Know that the acting was all along, the today that u see is me no longer living imaginary. No filter, simply felt it, had to let go and let be, no deeply seeded reasonable doubt or complicated solution.. I wasn't seen in the light of Eve. No wrapping nor bow, sprinkles or cream. Its a non-sexual love, its platonic in nature, it stood the test of time which is worth more down the line. 

This time around, turning dreams into fun. Living every day as it comes. Holding hugs longer per pound, tender surrenders, kisses in a fight. Chasing an overflow of a tolerant approach. Won't lie anymore. Give, grow, give, grow, over and over. Till every last drop of passion takes flight. Tell stories of a life that lived, leave the world a little better. I reap my own karma inside and out. Time to cross the line for justice and bout. An enchanting celestial creature, slick and smooth like the side of a nickel. Words endowed to me from people less fickle. Pairs of connections, a mind can misconstrued for lack of a different spout. Life has eaten my insides and outs. A twisted father, martyr mother, blessed with family in every color. Seeking a spiritual mission, guidance and patience. Putting all this pain to good use. Hope is dope, bc it ask for nothing in return. Come together on a scheme to save some green for the kids and trees. Concentrating on everything through me. A queen sacrifices her heart, in order to rule diplomatically.  The drum plays on, with no desire comes true freedom.

~ ANNY ARIZ

Javan Tiger Extinct

A Series of Triangles

Life, a series of triangles.
Points meet to speak quietly of later times.
"The truth was lost somewhere in the past."
Wise words from someone so meager.

Does the heart speak to our wants or needs?
Clarity only last moments in comparison to the rest.
Or is that wishful thinking, forgetting to draw.
Placed inside a crystal ball.

What levels the playing field for certain..
Reaching vulnerability together.
Guard down, for all to be seen.
Concrete peak of enlightenment.

Intimate negotiation between the sheets.
Lines balance out the rain.
Learn to lean on the etiquette of exposure.
A belief is a tool to be used with causation.

Anny Ariz

First and foremost, the person should be stripped of his title immediately- No longer referred to as a Doctor. Kermit Gosnell guilty of three murders in late-term abortions is a most horrific story about the power a person of any title has over the people he/she oversees. On the side of humanity, this is a crime that has no color or political agenda. It is a psychologically disturbed person who was in business for far too long. Which leads to the next part of this discussion-people. It is easy to place all the blame at one person. However, in 15 years running this abortion clinic.. no client, staff or family member came forth. More over the officials themselves had failed to perform the routine inspections that all clinics must undergo. People stop blaming and start taking responsibility for all the good you as an individual can do everyday. Stand up for what is right and blow the horn as load as possible for the things that need a voice.

COCOROSIE Tearz for Animals

Black as the Night By Nahko Bear I believe in the good things comin’, comin’, comin’ comin’ I believe in the good things comin’, comin’, comin’ comin’ Out of darkness light are pumpin’, pumpin’, pumpin’pumpin’ into white light all things runnin’, runnin’, runnin’ runnin’ Who have I been, who am I becomin’? Come in, come in, come in Deep breathes for a young man learnin’, learnin’, learnin’, learnin’ Take a walk with the cedars hummin’, cityscape, pink sunset stunnin’, every fire kindle burnin’, every empty space is fittin’. I believe in the good things comin’, comin’, comin’ comin’ I believe in the good things comin’, comin’, comin’ comin’ I am no master, I know nothin’ I am no master, I know nothin’ I am no master, I know nothin’ but I am a servant and I know somethin’ yeah I am no master, I know nothin’ definitely still young Built on hunger so fuckin’ stubborn a lot of self-work undone I am a witness The life of one who carries all of his secrets in his music, music, music, music More pages more words to my story, more grace, more meaning unfoldin’. Take a drive rain park cascadia Feel the warmth in my cold hear radiant Two shakes and I’m feelin’ weightless Heart aches but its actually painless. Take a vow in the Pale moonlight, moonlight, moonlight, Take a look at myself through my third eye. Everything’s already alright, always alright, always alright I’m black as night I’m black as the night Black as the night I’m black as the night Black as the night with a little bit of moonlight Black as the night with a little bit of moonlight I’m black as the night with a little bit of moonlight shining from my center within. Sharp and smooth to the touch with my dark little cinnamon mane It’s part of my make up, uh-huh, uh-huh Nevermind the nightmares, always gonna wake up, wake up, wake up You got the keys You got the keys You got the keys You got the keys You got the keys but I’ll never keep my door locked, You got the keys but I’ll never keep my door locked, nah You got the keys but I’ll never keep my door locked you can always come right in And if my arms are full you can bet your sweet ass I will drop that shit right then. I might be busy but I always got some time to surrender to your beauty, beauty, beauty, beauty. I believe in the good things comin’, comin’, comin’ I believe in the good things comin’, comin’, comin’ Out of darkness light are pumpin’, pumpin’, pumpin’ into white light all things runnin’, runnin’, runnin’Who have I been, who am I becomin’? Come in, come in, come in Deep breathes for a young man learnin’, learnin’, learnin’, learnin’ Take a vow in the Pale moonlight, moonligh, moonlight, Take a look at myself through my third eye. Everything’s already alright, always alright, always alright So, I am no master, I know nothin’ I am no master, I know nothin’ I am no master, I know nothin’ but I am a servant and I know somethin’ yeah I am no master, I know nothin’

Running for our Lives..

Yesterday, reminds us all to hold our loved ones a little tighter and be more patient. The Boston Marathon bombing claimed 3 lives and nearly 150 severally injured. The person responsible is still at large. April 15th also marked the anniversary of the assasination of A. Loncoln. His killer was an American confederate leader, Booth. In 1988, the Lockerbrie bombing killed 243 passengers (35 of which where Syracuse University students), 16 crew members and 11 on the ground. Two Lybian Nationalist were found responsible. McVeigh (US Army Special Forces) was an American terrorist who detonated a truck bomb in front of the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building in Oklahoma City on April 19, 1995. Claiming 168 lives, including 19 children under the age of 6, and injured more than 680 people. In 2001, the 911 bombing claimed the lives of a total 3,000 people at the World Trade Center. Beltway sniper attacks in 2002 in Washington, DC., Maryland and Virginia killed over 25 people throughout the 2 month ordeal, where Muhammad (U.S. Army) and a minor Malvo were responsible. Cho, 23 year old college student claimed the lives of 32 people, including himself on the day of the Virginia Tech massacre in 2007. More recently, 2011 Norway experienced the most devesting crime they had ever seen, when Breivik (fellow Norwegian) opened fire in a camp killing 87, also setting a bomb to go off right before the shooting, infront of the Prime Minister Building killing 7 more people. In 2012 Lanza, an American 20 year old open fire at Sandy Hook Elementary School killing 27 mostly 1st grade children and committed suicide. What do all this killings have in common? HATE

The thing that stood out to me the most is the exact location where the bombs went off; by the long stretch of international flags. Hate crimes have no color. Death has become all too common and many times condoned. Yet controversial, crimes none the less, George W. Bush conducted two pre-emptive wars, resulting in excess of over 100,000 US., Iraqi and Afghani deaths. The countless senseless bombings that occur in the Middle East and genocides in Africa. The hours of violence exposure we allow our youth to be entertained by in movies and video games. The manner acceptable to treat and kill the live stock, we in turn feed to our children and self is un-worldly. We lose sense of our connection to each other and the earth the further we allow ourselves to see ourselves as anything but part of it. Death by murder is a crime to humanity. Life is magnificent. The world we live on provides everything and more than we may need to survive and thrive as a species. I urge all of us to not fall into fear thinking. Moreover, hate thinking towards muslims or any other person. Horrific crimes happen every minute, some fatal and many more lingering. It is our responsibility as a people to come together, not only in times of tragedy and be kind to one another (most especially to children and seniors). Stand up for what we love and stop promoting everything we hate. My deepest sentiments go out to all who are hurting.

Villain

Abraham Lincoln and Marthur Luther King were both assasinated in the month of April. Both Lincoln and King had just given empowering speeches encouraging the ability to see past the fear of opposition. Lincoln's speech on April 11th 1865 stated, "I abstain from reading the reports of attacks upon myself, wishing not to be provoked by that to which I can not properly offer an answer." He also touched on the idea of allowing African American's the right to vote. Lincoln expressed his support for black suffrage. On the same token, April 3rd 1968 MLK's speech stated, "And some began to say the threats, or talk about the threats that were out. But I'm not concerned about that now." His sentiment was simple, "For when people get caught up with that which is right and they are willing to sacrifice for it, there is no stopping point short of victory." Living in a society where we are encouraged to be spectators full of fear, rather than citizens whom acknowledge our power; I find myself questioning whether the edge of time will be by conquest or consent. It was clearly not always this way, from the references above. "We aspired to intelligence, we didn't belittle it or allow in to make us feel inferior." We certainly didn't scare so easy. We invented and created amazing works of art sensationally. We essentially are creation. An immediate remedy of empowerment and curiosity will save us from the state of limbo we exist: a conscious coma. I have mountain high hopes and rivers of faith because of all the magnetic metamorphic energy that also breeds. Two Indian Gods. Shiva is the destroyer, and destroys all of the old or useless so that new can be created. Kali is the Goddess of power and transformation. Kali is Shiva's shakti, without which Shiva could not act. Kali receives her name because she devours kala (Time) and then resumes her own dark void within which she finds potential and protects. Likewise, it is easy to become worrisome in times when the natural world and all her wondrous resources hurt. Moreover, children's tears are poisoned with falsities. Let's come together to raise a healthy and strong youth. As, our eliminated leaders once guided us, remain true to that which is worthwhile, love powerfully and concern yourself not with that which, the against you may say. Critics fuel success.