¡We can no longer be a bunch of empty minds living in critical times refusing to recognize real lies!

Sunday 28 February 2010

HUMANITY IS MY RELIGION ( I BELIEVE)


I believe in a higher power, ONE that manifests itself in and through all creation, but is not absorbed by its creation. The manifest universe is the higher power; it is the logical and necessary outcome of the infinite self-knowingness of itself.

I believe in the incarnation of the Spirit and that all PEOPLE are incarnations of the ONE spirit.

I believe in the eternality, the immortality, and the continuity of the individual soul, forever and ever expanding.

I believe that HEAVEN is within US, and that we experience IT to the degree that we become conscious of it.

I believe the ultimate goal of life to be a complete emancipation from all discord of every nature, and that this goal is sure to be attained by all.

I believe in the unity of all life, and that the highest power is personal to all who live it!

I believe in the direct revelation of Truth through our intuitive and spiritual nature, and that ANYONE may become a revealer of Truth who lives in close contact with the universe.

I believe that the Universal Spirit operates through a Universal Mind; and that we are surrounded by this Creative Mind which receives the direct impress of our thought and acts upon it.

I believe in the healing of the sick through the power of this Mind.

I believe in the control of conditions through the power of this Mind.

I believe in the eternal Goodness, the eternal Loving-kindness, and the eternal Givingness of Life to all.

I believe in our own soul, our own spirit, and our own destiny; for we understand that OUR LIFE is…

Saturday 27 February 2010

HOW MANY WAYS

"How Many Ways" is a song by American R&B singer Toni Braxton from her self-titled debut album, Toni Braxton (1993). The protagonist of the composition, co-written by Braxton herself, declares there are many ways in which she loves her man. "How Many Ways" was double-sided with the album's fifth and final single, "I Belong to You", in the United States.

The music video for "How Many Ways" featured Braxton and her male lead, model, actor and Soul Train series host Shemar Moore, riding in a car, frolicking in a playground, and on a veranda. A remix produced by R. Kelly also was released to radio and music television stations.

I dedicate this song to the one Noel, I hope that where ever he is, he is missing me as much as I am missing him!

Friday 26 February 2010

OLDIE, BUT GOODIE: THE THING ABOUT ME (I WISH)



Believe what you want to believe about GOD’S creation of me, but I know for a fact that I was born this way. However I wish I wasn’t…just your above average 20-ish, pseudo-revolutionary, trying to make my mark on this world. I wish that being with me wasn’t the survival of the fittest. I wish that I wasn’t hated by some, loved by many, envied by all, wanted by plenty, intrigued by the unusual, fascinated by the original, and still yet impressed by nothing. I am the product of a stifling society, suffocating between walls of rules and stereotypes. Slowly bent out of shape the triangle peg forced into the square hole. I am a man struggling with confines and rebelling against constraints. I am a poet, a lover, an emotional wreck. My own worst enemy…A homosexual without apology! OH HOW I WISH...

I wish that it didn’t matter to me that I AM WHO I AM but it did. For the longest time it mattered to me and I've come to understand that no matter WHAT I am is who I am meant to be and I wish I felt the need to theorize about it. I wish that I still felt a need to blame my SEXUALITY on something; make it easy to explain to people…GOD HOW I HOPE UPON HOPE! To bad I realize I didn’t need to make excuses for it. I wish I knew that my HOMOSEXUALITY didn’t need to explain the same way my HETEROSEXUALITY needed to be. I wish knew that the only thing that needed to be EXCUSED were those that HATED on me for my SAME-SEX-PRONE mentality…OH HOW I WISH
I wish I hadn't declared myself a human being then it would be easier for you to have your way with me. I wish that my presence here on this planet didn't make you face yourself and things you hate. Funny how I wish you didn't have to question YOUR SEXUALITY when seek mine. Funny how I make YOU SEE that YOUR HEART is dark and cold. Funny how I make your life interesting because focusing on YOUR OWN is too damn boring. I just wish that YOU would be MAN enough to step to me and tell that you want me to sample you; make YOU a MAN. I WISH YOU DIDN'T DESIRE ME SO...OH HOW I WISH that...I DIDN'T DECLARE MYSELF IN THIS WORLD THEN YOU COULD LIVE WITH SUCH EASE AND THE LIES WOULDN'T MATTER...OH HOW I WISH!
I just wish the world was like my little neighborhood and my friends, helping and getting along, interracial love between gays and straights, ethnic groups sharing with ethnic groups. I wish I lived in a world where people not afraid to put forth love or care. I wish it didn’t matter if you are GAY/BI/STRAIGHT. I wish that selfishness, gluttony and destructive way of living weren’t so prevalent around me. I wish that I didn’t live in a society that claims to be Christian, yet seem to fail to follow Christ's single commandment to love God and each other. I wish that the evil trio of HYPOCRISY, BIGOTRY and SELF-RIGHTEOUSNESS wasn’t the driving force that it is. I wish that the so-called Christians couldn’t use it to keep me away from Christian faith…OH HOW I WISH!
The WHORE in me…OH HOW SWEET to be a MAN that can separate SEX from LOVE…but I do wish that I wasn’t such a BULL and fucked a COW just once! I wish that I couldn’t dispose of another easily…I wish that when HE is sitting on the edge of my bed contemplating what he wants that I wish I cared. I wish that when I asked if HE wanted me to F&CK him that I really cared if he wants to or not…I wish that I wasn’t the MAN putting anther between a rock and hard place. I wish that I couldn’t relate to BLANCHE from the GOLDEN GIRLS, SAMANTHA from SEX AND THE CITY & EDIE from DESPERATE HOUSEWIVES. I wish at this point in my life I cared that I am viewed as a WHOREGUESS I SHOULD MAKE A BIGGER WISH SINCE I DON’T GIVE A F&CK! OH HOW I WISH
Beloved...OH HOW I WISH THE LORD LOVED ME! It's amazing to me how I am made to feel that I don't have GOD's LOVE because of who I am as a SEXUAL BEING. I find it interesting how society lives as if GOD didn't know have this all as apart of HIS BIGGER plan and GRAND design. I wish I didn't love the fact that I live in a place where people are ignorant to many facts. I wish I didn't LOVE the LORD and didn't LOVE ME back. I wish that HE could snap his fingers @ any given moment and change my FATE. I wish that HE gave a damn that HE made a F&CKED GAY MAN...I wish that GOD could come and do HIS job so that the others out here could stop PLAYING HIM...OH HOW I WISH!
Out of sight, out of patience...out of my mind...OH HOW I WISH...I wasn't drowning in a sea of anarchy wondering if all the thing I've seen were really happening. I wish we didn’t have Politicians on a mission, building themselves up only to come crashing down. I wish that justice wasn’t a fading light and that the world around me was getting to scary. I wish that our PRIME MINISTER would take a moment and realize that he actually suppose to lead this country. I wish the folks here on this island didn’t dance to beat of lies and untruths…OH HOW I WISH!
It is strange to think; I haven't seen you or your smile…guess I know that you are only here to trick me. You exist only to fool me and make me believe that you care about me…I wish that I could see the new moon and not you. Oh God how I wish for sunrises and sunsets and not your face. I wish the pieces of my broken heart weren’t so small that they could be passed through the eye of a needle. I wish you miss me like the sun misses the flower; in the depths of winter. I wish you knew how hope guides me that is what gets me through the day and the night. I wish you knew how my walls were stripped away with the touch of your hand, and my armor was laid to rest with a kiss from your very lips. I wish you knew that all the remains of me are my mind and my soul and it is with that I write to you. I know the sun will rise in the morning and set tomorrow night, but I wish that before the sun seizes to rise and the moon seizes to set that I will gaze my eyes upon you. I can’t wait for the night when I can see the stars dance in your eyes…LOVE OH HOW I WISH!
So they tell me that SEX with a WOMAN is all the RAGE! It's unlike anything else in this world and nothing can compare to it. Funny how I've tasted it and don't recall my OUT-OF-THIS-WORLD experience. HMMM I WONDER WHAT THAT MEANS? I wish I really cared that PUSSY don't mean a F&CK to me. I wish you were my flower of lust found between your legs. I wish that the exotic whispers and taboo looks turned me and got my D!CK hard. I wish you could reach my sexuality and tease all the fantasies in my mind. I wish that I longed to touch your imagination, feel your breath taking us beyond night's darkness to a passion where nothing else matters, but your PUSSY! I wish that within you I could discover a love so deep, so sweet that our soul gives birth to the spirit answer that we are…OH HOW I WISH!
I am ready for LOVE, pity it isn't ready for me. I have no choice but to sit and wait my turn; I remember those days when I wanted it so badly that forced it upon myself and thought good, now I have it! Funny how I didn't have it after all, funny how things turned out, funny how life takes you where you need to be and not where you want to be...All I wish for was him to come and take my hand and lead the way. I wish he’d whisper softly in my ear, all those things I want to hear. I wish he’d kiss my lips and touch my skin; bring out passions deep within. I wish he’d pull me close and hold me near; take away my pain and fear. I wish he knew that in the darkness of the night how I wanted him to be my beacon and shine his light. I wish he’d give me wings so I can fly; for I can soar when he’s nearby. I so wish that he would enter my heart, break down the wall; it's time for me to watch it fall. I wish that he could see that I've been a prisoner and that only HE can break my chains and set me free. I wish he’d strip me of my armor tight and I hope he knows I won’t put up a fight. I wish he’d release my soul held deep within because I am ready to let LOVE in…OH HOW I WISH!


 







Thursday 25 February 2010

THEY ARE ALL IN THIS ALONE…THE END?



This has been a hard piece to write, and it may be a hard one to read. I’ve lamented over touching this subject for months decided that I will know this should be shown to world. Some may see what I write as wrong and/or judgmental, but one way or the other, I'm only writing what is SO plainly evident, despite the declarations to the contrary. I’ve seen AND heard more than enough of how racism in America is everyone else fault EXCEPT black folks. Most black persons in America have this FALSE righteousness and they allow it to hold them back! They make excuse after excuse as to why they can’t live a life that’s better than sub par (and few have a point), but I feel they need to let go the things that are taking them NOWHERE and find a way to bridge the racial gap that exists. 

I’m hoping that someone can find a way to usher in a new era of positive race consciousness by showing ALL on this planet that developing a healthy worldview is the ONLY way we can truly function as human beings. Developing a healthy worldview is a prerequisite to personal, spiritual and global development. Our worldview cannot start from AND stall @ the feet of our ancestors. There needs to be a reality check so as a people we can realize our place in time. This reality requires total understanding on the objective level as well as on the subjective level of our existence.
                                 
The work of consciously developing ourselves is about realizing the truth, and to realize truth people must be willing to investigate and share facts. The ongoing legacy of colonialism has brought destruction and ongoing distress to both the colonizer and the colonized. Every colonized people, every people in whose soul an inferiority complex has been created by the destruction of their memory, adopts the language and values of the colonizing nations. To quote Frantz Fanon, "The colonized is elevated above the jungle status in proportion to his adoption of the colonial country's cultural standards. The colonized people perceive themselves superior as they renounce their blackness. "They are used to convey their master's orders to their fellowmen, and for this they enjoy a superficial position of honor.

When I speak of black folks in America it is NOT that they are unworthy of live, it is just to stimulate latent memories, towards a resurgence of self-confidence, which is greatly lacking among them. A lot of black people dream of a form of salvation that consists of things read in fairytales, when they MUST strive to ensure that their children are not held hostage by that form of self-debasing mentality.

THEY ARE ALL IN THIS ALONE…THE COLOR OF PREJUDICE

What is color prejudice? Well to quote Sir Alan Burns “It is nothing more than the unreasoning hatred, one for another, the contempt of the stronger and richer people for those whom they consider inferior to themselves and the bitter resentment of those who are kept in subjection and are so frequently insulted. As color is the most outward manifestation of race, it has been made the criterion by which people are judged irrespective of their social or educational attainments.”

I had a conversation with a fellow blogger a while back about skin color and socialization in the black gay community. I mentioned my and noel thinking about moving to the states and I was told that since both noel and I are light skinned, it would be frowned upon if we socialize with persons whose skin is darker in color. @ First I thought it was a joke, but soon realized that it wasn’t. He then tried to make me understand why a majority of black people take pleasure in their narrow-mindedness. For them there is only one way out and it leads into a world where those that have the same skin color “play” together.

Now as this crazy notion seeped into my mind, I concluded that self-hate makes black persons in America akin to an obsessive neurotic type, or to put it another way, they put themselves into complete situational obsession. There is this constant effort to run away from their individuality by annihilating all logic and reason, which ultimately have them confused. Doesn’t self-rejection invariably bring painful and obsessive feelings of exclusion? Moreover, is this the main reason why SO many blacks have a problem with interracial relationships?

One of the most common criticisms lobbed @ the black community in America is, “Why do you have to be SO angry?” Is their anger valid, valuable, and necessary? AND why it's completely fucked-up to try to take away their anger? And NOTHING angers black Americans like seeing one ‘their own’ date/marry someone of a white persuasion. I remember a blog entry I did and how it sparked comments, e-mail messages AND had a few chat sessions from persons that objected to a photo of black and white man kissing. There was such ANGER from black folks that I thought I was in a twilight zone! They were saying that while the white guy is cute, they couldn’t date him NO MATTER HOW ATTRACTED THEY WERE TO HIM! Suffice to say, I didn’t get the anger because in my opinion an attraction is an attraction and who can say where it will show up for us?

Why do black Americans act as if dating someone that is white means that they HAVE to forget about what their ancestors went through during the years of slavery? How do you reason with someone that says, “a man is man as long as it isn’t a white man” in their conversations? It is SO obvious that persons that think like this lack an understanding of themselves and are simply making an excuse for their “blackness”. Talk about the legacy of cultural genocide…the cause of color prejudices.

The poison of color prejudices must be eradicated through education, as these pathological disorders affects all sides. People need to learn about themselves in order to raise self-esteem. All other ways are temporal. This lack of esteem of self as an object worthy of love has great consequences, for one thing it keeps the person in a profound inner insecurity, as a result of which it inhibits or falsifies every relation with others. And anyone who is not working to restore racial harmony contributes to the injustices that persist…

Wednesday 24 February 2010

RUPAUL’S DRAG RACE: SEASON 2, EPISODE 4 – THE SNATCH GAME


With just nine queens left vying for the title of America’s Next Drag Superstar, the competition finally got hotter than a two piece and a biscuit on RuPaul’s Drag Race. The mini challenge was Ru’s version of The Price is Right — a price-guessing game she dubbed The Queen is Right. A chance to phone home! You betta believe all the queens wanted the chance to call their mom or boyfriend. I guess it goes without saying, but it’s gonna be hard to go without talking to anyone in the outside world while shooting this show.

During The Queen is Right, the queens had to guess the prices of such drag paraphernalia as tube socks (for stuffing those busts, of course!), hemorrhoid cream (the endearingly clueless Jessica Wild said of it: “It’s a cream for I don’t know what it is”), and duct tape. And when it came down to RuPaul’s Showcase Throwdown (a play on The Price is Right’s Showcase Showdown, duh), the queens had to guess on a collection of drag items including genuine brass knuckles, a designer wig, and pepper spray. (“What lady-boy night on the town would be complete without a can of pepper spray?” Ru asked. “With its own cute little carrying case. Perfect for the drag queen on the go.”) Ultimately, Raven squeaked out the win and made a call to her mom. “My biggest inspiration for drag is my mom.” Um, does she know that? Because, well, oh my then if she doesn’t.

This week’s main challenge was, unquestionably, one of the best in the history of RuPaul’s Drag Race. Impersonation time! The ladies brought to life their favorite celebrities on a Match Game rip-off cleverly titled Snatch Game. All the gals got to pick who to impersonate, even though some of them, like Tatianna, revealed that they really didn’t usually do impersonations besides themselves. Tyra stunk it up as Sasha Fierce/Beyoncé. Jujubee was marginally good (but with killer neck makeup) as Kimora Lee. Raven flopped as Paris Hilton. Sahara was rather forgettable as Whitney Houston. Morgan McMichaels put little effort into P!nk. And Sonique was detestable as Lady Gaga.

But let’s not dwell on such sad things as the boring or bad from the impersonations. Let’s talk good! The three most interesting impersonations were Pandora Boxx as the completely nutty, raspberry-era Carol Channing; Jessica Wild, who took the huge risk of doing an over-the-top RuPaul in front of RuPaul; and Tatianna as a country-fried and spaced-out Britney Spears.

Despite her early reluctance to do characters (“Tatianna is the character,” she assured viewers) and having to secure a wig from the momentarily-nice rival Morgan McMichaels, Tatianna ultimately did a breathtaking performance as Britney Spears. Jessica Wild, despite the producers desire to paint her as being somewhat unable to speak English, was cunning, smartly choosing to send up RuPaul in front of RuPaul. That wig alone was win-worthy! Granted, it was a tad over the top, as the other contestants mentioned. Yah, it’s always over the top. So kudos to her for taking a risk and succeeding. Then Pandora Boxx as Carol Channing and no one else created such a character and held on to it until end like she did. 

It was no surprise, but ultimately the elimination came down to: Sonique for her horrible butchering of Lady Gaga or Morgan McMichaels for not making P!nk as butch as she should have been. RuPaul said the choice was extremely difficult from the judges’ table, which this week included Lisa Rinna (in the above photo, hilariously small compared to the fabulously bedrag-ed Ru) and Niecy Nash. Granted, I don’t think that either Sonique or Morgan McMichaels played the game that well this week, but I have genuinely enjoyed both of them as characters on the show so far, so it was hard to see them lip sync for their lives against one another.

Again, the lip syncing, as it has been nearly every episode this season, was sort of not thrilling. I don’t know really what I’m expecting, but I haven’t seen anything that lights a fire under me so far. Maybe it’s still the song choice? I don’t so much see Stacey Q’s “Two of Hearts” as particularly inspiring. Although Sonique did come the closest to fire-lighting inspiration by ripping off her clothes and doing flips all over the stage. And as much as she thought that was going to save her next to Morgan McMichaels and her hapless puppet prancing, I knew that Sonique was probably going to have to sashay away. And she did. Sad, sure, but overall, Morgan McMichaels does have more long-term potential than Sonique, who never really developed that much of a personality on the show.

You know who else could use more personality on the show? The guest judges! I got super excited this week when I heard that my beloved Lisa Rinna would be guesting. Then she literally had about four lines — none of which were too crazy! (I was expecting her to serve up some real crazy!) And Niecy Nash, for all her hilariousness on The Insider lately, didn’t deliver either. Note to RuPaul’s Drag Race: Please use the guest judges more! Hell, Snatch Game “celebrity” Ugly Betty’s Alex Mapa got more screen time than either Rinna or Nash. I mean, right?!

Are you thinking the show’s guest judges need to be used better? Do you also agree that it was a hard week, with the judges choosing between Morgan McMichaels and Sonique? Who’s the front-runner right now, if you had to choose?

Tuesday 23 February 2010

THEY ARE ALL IN THIS ALONE…THE MIDDLE…

So I left off yesterday with a few questions for you to ponder and in answering these questions: (How do they achieve such a feat? What can they do to get pass that which stands in their way? Are they truly in this alone?) THEY HAVE TO challenging the myth of black inferiority! Black persons in America today have subconsciously, consciously or unconsciously adopted and perpetrate the mess they find themselves in on a daily bases. YES they are bombarded with a negative view of themselves through music, movies, television programs and other mediums, but aren’t they ridiculing themselves by being EXACTLY what they see about themselves? So then I ask who is to blame?

When I was home looking for employment, Noel I watched a lot of court TV. We would see how MANY black persons made themselves looked like fools with their various cases. From the I am on welfare to the my utilities in my baby name and don’t let me talk about the baby mama cause that’s like WHOA! I sat and watched in amazement because my thoughts were these folks are living in the land where they can be ANYTHING they want to be but…I know many are a product of their environment, but I grew up in the ghetto and I learned years ago that is it a state of mind and NOT a state of being. Many would say that they don’t know that when in fact we know that’s a lie. They just don’t want to do anything about it!

They are SO committed to being held down that it has become a way of life for them, and when someone comes along to show them that they could NOT live that way, they act as if you are trying to take away their blackness! When that certainly is NOT the truth! It is not about color issues for me, it is about being able to balance the things that life brings our way. It is all about maintaining individualism AND being responsible for yourself. How can they do this? Start by deciding that they are going to let go of the “v word:” VICTIM! And live as if they are responsible for the choices they make in life. How many times do you have to hit your head against a wall to know that it will eventually bleed? I often think that slavery did a SERIOUS number on them because SO many are raised as children to NOT pay attention to their emotions. Thus rendering them empty, lost AND alone…

When are they going to stop living like sheep that need a shepherd to show them the way? How much longer can they survive when their energy is NOT focus, scattered and divided? There are positive images of what black folks in America can become…President Obama anyone? He is the BIGGEST example of what they can be if only. Black folks can deny the pressures and issues that impose upon their communities from the outside by simply wanting better for themselves. Because I don’t know how many more years need to pass before they see that NO one is going to give them the opportunities they seek. If Oprah and Will Smith waited for things to be given to them, would we even know who they are?

Being a codependent to the persons that you feel HATES you mean what exactly?  That you are either the weakest person on the planet OR you are apart of some master plan that has been in the making for years and any day now the tides will turn…Either the things they are doing isn’t working and it hasn’t brought about the uplifting energy that black Americans need to take them over. So choosing to wallow in racism simply means that they aren’t taking responsibility their own lives and that the white SUPERIOR and black INFERIOR complex will be around until the end of time…

Monday 22 February 2010

THEY ARE ALL IN THIS ALONE…THE BEGINNING!

I believe that vision is the ability to see the future through the past; and MANY Africans in the U.S.A. can’t seem to let go of the past. Don’t get me wrong slavery was a tough pill to swallow and NOTHING segregates America like skin color. They allow complexion and feature differences to create this us VS them society. Be you black, white, red or blue, I am of the opinion that the ONLY thing that separates us from each other is how we ourselves and others in the world. @ The end of day, we SHOULD all be forging together as one…after all we are one BIG FAMILY! But I noticed that when it comes to our families, we tend to ONLY see our differences. We see the way they cling to ideas we don’t believe, or act in ways we try not to act. We see how practical we are and wonder how we can be the same. Similarly, within the African family we see how different we are from each other, ranging from gender to religious beliefs; it is almost as if they think they are a different species sometimes. Hence the reality of what exist is ALWAYS left of the middle of what I think should exist.

Kind of crazy when you think that in TRUTH they really are the same. I feel that by them ACKNOWLEDGING how close they are, instead of clinging to what separates them it would do them all some good but…Isn’t life all about being able to understand AND relate to people who, on the surface, may seem very different from us? This awareness prevents us from disconnecting from people on the other side of the tracks, and the other side of the world. But it seems as if black persons in America don’t understand this concept and the diabolical nature of knowing that you are apart of the problem and do NOTHING about it, THEY WILL ULTIMATELY DESTROY THEIR SOULS! When you allow the lies and psychological manipulation to damage your mind, you continue to live with the psychological damage that racism brings. In my opinion, the agent of this psychosis is worse than those whose minds are poisoned to believe racist ideas and become THEM! This is a sickness that MUST be cured, but ONLY when you deal with victim and the perpetrator…which in MOST cases tend to be one in the same. The rape AND carnage that was brought upon Africans living in America and everywhere else in the world CANNOT be escaped! So it is OUR duty as humans to build upon that which hurts us.

HOW DO THEY ACHIEVE SUCH A FEAT? WHAT CAN THEY DO TO GET PASS THAT WHICH STANDS IN THEIR WAY? ARE THEY TRULY IN THIS ALONE?

KEEP READING FOR MIDDLE…

Sunday 21 February 2010

WHAT IF...

I. …An Atheists REALLY believed that life is meaningless?

II. …Atheism was responsible for the GREATEST crimes in human history?

III. …Atheism WAS dogmatic?

IV. …Atheists think EVERYTHING in the universe arose by chance?

V. …Atheism had NO connection to science?

VI. …ALL atheists were arrogant?

VII. … ALL Atheists were closed to a spiritual experience?

VIII. …Atheists believe that there is NOTHING beyond human life and human understanding?

IX. …Atheism provided NO basis for morality?

X. …Atheists actually believed there IS a god?

These questions I pose to you are all WHAT IFS…so those of you that have such a narrow of yourselves, life AND anyone that dares question the very existence of God…Can you tell me that the Atheist view about life REALLY make you feel better about your existence on this planet? Does holding your head high AND looking down @ someone who does NOT believe in God bring you close to salvation? Is this the Godly way to live your life?  You may say that you have to defend God, but if you believe God is who he is then do YOU need to defend him? As you weigh the answers to those questions, ponder this one as well: Have you ever entertained the notion that atheist argument could be right? 

We all know that God’s existence cannot be proven; nor can it be dis-proven; and the FACT that man’s laws and principles are disputably based on an innate sense of right and wrong, how could you not? Over the years man’s laws have been adapted, changed, or done away with due to man’s need to have power over critical thinking and debate. Which only leaves many to believe that if there is a God, he is either unable to adapt or he is unwilling prove his existence.

Therefore, God’s existence would be subjective to both religion and individuals. So then it stands to reason that if the idea of God is subjective, then one can choose to interpret God however one wishes. I just wish that more of us was willing to view the truth as a double-edged sword…You know the ones that are defined by man, of which we are uncertain about and can never prove or disprove. @ The end of it all, I guess it is better to live by the truth that comes via religion, rather than accept the uncertainty, without recognizing or questioning it.

Funny how we question the things that threatened our reality huh? Most would say if there is NO god then that means he didn’t create the universe so who did? I myself do NOT buy the BIG BANG THEORY; but it does provide Evolution with an alternative debate when it comes to creation of the universe. However, I think that most Atheists would admit that NOT all answers are given by this theory, and that there are several questions raised by them. While most religions, all of which claim their god OR gods to be the only true god OR gods, teach their doctrine within a scale of narrow-minded interpretation that is based on the fundamental teaching that God exist and he wants us to live our lives in a certain way…An Atheist does NOT take this path, in fact they base their believes in reality… 

THEY DON’T CLAIM TO BE PHILOSOPHERS…THEY ARE JUST PEOPLE THAT QUESTIONS EVERYTHING & PUT THINGS OUT THERE FOR YOU TO CHEW ON…I am ALL for truth, but I am of the opinion that if we just live our lives and choose a destiny FREE from subjugation by those who seek to tell us what this universe is all about, we will find a way to bring mankind to a balancing point that can evolve the spirit of life EVERYWHERE! So what if that means we have to ABANDON the notion of NO God and make our way to “paradise” by taking Atheist position and saying WHAT IF?

Saturday 20 February 2010

HOLDING BACK THE YEARS


"Holding Back the Years" is the 7th track of Simply Red's debut studio album Picture Book. The song was a smash success for the group and quickly rose to the top of charts across the world. It remains their most successful single, reaching number one on the Billboard Hot 100 for the week ending July 12, 1986. It is one of two Simply Red songs (the other being their cover of "I If You Don't Know Me by Now") to reach number one. "Holding Back the Years" reached #2 in the UK and was a worldwide hit. It had initially been released in the UK the year before, reaching #51.

Background: Frontman of the group, Mick Hucknall, wrote the song when he was seventeen, while living at his father's house. The chorus did not come to him until many years later.[1] His mother left the family when he was three; the upheaval caused by this event inspired him to write the song.[2]

He recorded a version of the song with his first group the Frantic Elevators in 1982 but the real success came when the Simply Red version was released in 1985. In 2005, a brand-new stripped down acoustic version of the song was released on the album Simplified, and this version received heavy airplay on smooth jazz radio stations.

Music video: The video for this song was filmed in the English coastal town of Whitby and the famous scene where Hucknall watches the coastal view from his window can be seen on the cover of the single, in its music video and, for a brief time, in the music video of "If You Don't Know Me by Now". The other band members play the role of the local cricket team who see Hucknall off on his journey.

I know that songs hold many different meaning for each of us…so I it would be interesting to know what emotions if any this song evokes in you. For me it is about missing Noel and how I am holding onto to his return. I can’t even think about him or this without tears coming to eyes. So enjoy this song, I know I will over AND over!

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