Monday, May 7, 2012

The EVIL Christian God


God seems pretty evil in the Bible
Meanwhile Lucifer is mostly chillin'


Growing up a preachers kid was extremely awkward. Religion was force fed to me more than brocolli. It wasn't like I only had one preacher parent, BOTH were preachers. The Black church was full of tambourines and animated sermons about damnation. Judgments barrelled toward the congregation like cannon balls. It seemed that according to the Bible, no matter what I did, I was still destined for Hell. Whether it was because I was a bastard, or because I was gay; I never felt worthy of Gods V.I.P. party in heaven. I felt like a mistake, as if God had a bad case of bubble guts and I happened to come out with the diarrhea. With all of the judgments that these Christians had upon people like me, I began to wonder...are they really in a position to judge? Aren't they also guilty of some of the ridiculous sins God outlines through his messengers in the Bible? In the videos above, I have discussed and analyzed a lot of the scripture which condemn such things like calling your father, "father" and dressing up to go to church. Such things are overlooked by fundamentalist Christians but in the same breath they take Sodom and Gomorrah literally and condemn homosexuals. These willfully ignorant Christians, some, not all, seem to miss the fact that God isn't so righteous Himself. Throughout the Bible, God does nothing but talk about how Jealous He is of other Gods, then claims He is the only God. God constantly murders His creations with fire and floods. He COMMANDS a father to kill his son on a mountain top. God even has the audacity and cowardice to have a Son born for the sole reason of doing the dirty work. Born only to be brutally murdered so that He can save the very people who His egotistical and judgmental Father constantly condemns. If you look at God, He seems to be a bit bipolar, some type of personality disorder. One minute He loves mankind to a point of saving them from persecution; then the next, He's sending seven plagues down to kill children, women and men in the most gruesome ways possible. I never connected to this God. I always felt this God didn't love me because I was an "abomination" and afterall, in the end, there is no pleasantries in sight. Who really wants to be in Heaven with a God whose that damn jealous and tempermental? Doesn't sound like heaven to me. I'd rather be in Hell.

At least then I know where I stand from one minute to the next with Satan. I am not a Satanist or DEVIL WORSHIPPER; more of an open minded philosopher. The philosophy of the Bible is contradictory. It seems that if God is love, then God would be love and not hate. And you may want to rebute and say God's expressing "tough love" but tough love doesn't entail genocide out of jealousy. The tough love defense wouldn't fly in any modern day court of law, except of course if you are George Zimmerman. How can a God of love, hate his creations to the point of killing them repeatedly, then acting like nothing happened by putting a gay ass rainbow in the sky? How can God preach through His son, "TURN THE OTHER CHEEK" if He Himself never turns the other cheek? He will burn your ass if you disrespect Him or call Him out of His name. The punishment never seems to fit the crime. In example, "If a man also lies with mankind, as he lieth with a woman, both of them have committed an abomination. They shall surely be put to DEATH, their BLOOD shall be upon them." Leviticus 20:13.
If God truly wanted man to be with God with no other Gods before Him, you would think God would not have created another entity to begin with. That being evil. Evil didn't just come out of no where, God had to have created it by creating free will. If God allowed for free will in His creations, one would assume He wouldn't get too upset when the creations explore that free will. God wants us to have free will, but we dare not act on it. Bite that apple and you will be GROUNDED FOR ETERNITY! So we have free will but we are made to feel AFRAID to express that free will or suffer the wrath of God. How encouraging. I don't feel enslaved at all! The free will of the angels caused Lucifer to rebel. But can you really blame Lucifer? God wasn't the most laid back understanding, patient, boss. If I had a boss that damn possessive and controlling, I'd rebel as well. And what was so bad about an angel speaking their mind in heaven? Is heaven a tyranny? Evidently, Angels can't have any opinions or notice how beautiful they are. God was on a POWER TRIP so he threw Lucifer, the most beautiful and faithful angel, out of Heaven into the abyss. Lucifer only got "evil" after God overreacted to a mere voicing of opinion and growing discomfort with being a slave to Gods ego. To me Lucifer always seemed more like a realist. Speaking of Lucifer, He doesn't seem to appear much in the Bible. God wants us to stray away from evil so diligently, yet He doesn't give evil a chance to make its case in the Bible. How can one stray away from something which is unknown? I mean, what IS considered evil? Is it homosexuality? Is it working on the Sabboth? Is it eating red apples? And what evil acts does Lucifer do in the Bible? Lucifer tempts people such as Eve and Jesus, but the things the Devil tempts them to do aren't really that bad compared to plagues and floods. So Lucifer advertises an apple tree. A tree which God created and placed in the garden. A tree which is nutricious. A tree which gives knowledge. What is so bad about knowledge?

Why is God so invested in keeping Adam and Eve so ignorant? They can't understand their body parts? They can't know what evil is? How can you be GOOD if you know nothing about EVIL? You have created nothing but drones if you don't allow your sheep to explore EVERYTHING. God wants us to be sheep. Following His word and not listening to anything else. Not being able to be objective. If it wasn't for Satan, we would be naked and stupid. I mean what is so bad about KNOWING? Evil would have presented itself eventually. Lucifer seems to do nothing but try and HELP man in the beginning, because He understands what it's like to deal with "DAD." Then all of a sudden Lucifer wants to punish us? I'll come back to that. Eve would have eventually wanted to know more than Goodness and a God whose more like a warden than a loving Father. Afterall, didn't God KNOW the future and plan it accordingly? So we were just puppets all along in His game of fools? God seems to act outraged by things which He KNOWS will happen anyway. The Bible just seems like an unbelievable, well written reality show full of shock value. A highly rated show littered with egoism and baby mama drama. I mean come on, The Virgin Mary didn't even know who her baby daddy was. One minute it's Joeseph, and the next it's God. I'm sure she had to say God since she seemed to be so proud of being a virgin. I mean damn, she's known for eternity as "THE VIRGIN Mary" Why can't she just be, "Mary"? I don't mean any harm, and I know I have pissed people off with my videos and blogs, but really, this shit doesn't add up! God doesn't even want women to speak in his churches... "Let your woman keep silence in the churches, for it is not permitted unto them to speak." 1 Corinthians. but in the conveniently LOST book of Enoch, God doesn't even want man to HAVE CHURCHES AT ALL! Contradictions abound. Bipolar much? And here is the most frustrating theorhetical parts of the Bible, at least for me...Why would Lucifer punish those who are doing EXACTLY what he is doing? We are merely rebelling against that same arrogant, pompous, bipolar, egotistically controlling Father that you rebelled against. So why punish us? Why can't we come down to Hell and smoke some good weed for an enternity with Big L Dawg? I mean, Lucifer, do you really hate the "sinners" when you don't even believe in sin? Finally, are we really to believe Jesus didn't get His Holy rocks off when in human form? All the sexy Biblical women walking around with their titties out? (Or all the sexy Biblical men) Jesus did enjoy washing a lot of mens feet. If the purpose of Jesus Christ coming to earth was to die for our sins and to experience what WE AS HUMANS experience in the flesh; then wouldn't one of those major experiences be sex? Fatherhood? Family? Betrayal is outlined with Judas, and that's something we all experience. But when is Jesus getting it in? Apparently He did.
But The Vatican considered Mary Magdalene to be too much of a risk...along with slutty angels raping human women and having GIANT babies with them. (Omitted book of Enoch)  Jesus having sex without being married would be too much of a contradiction. Right. Because all of the other contradictions are ok. Honestly, I think those angels in Sodom and Gomorrah deserved to get gang raped homo style. Afterall, angels did come down and engage in heterosexual rape with countless women. This has been the TRUE Gospel according to Isayaah. Not that "other" Prophet, "Isaiah." LOL You want people to mindlessly follow your God, you want to call people abominations, then you're going to need to deal with those of us who actually decide to read the Bible. (And it's "LOST" books) This is eternity we are talking about, why not KNOW EVERYTHING? I need to make an INFORMED DECISION. Pass me that apple Eve. Damn that's some tasty KNOWLEDGE bitch!

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

SEXUALITY without LABELS

Where are you on the scale?

Are you GAY or STRAIGHT? You think you know, but you have NO idea. It is a question that many people THINK they know the answer to. Of course, there is a large population of rather self hating human beings who will tell you one thing but climb in bed with another thing hours later. We may get to that later....
First of all, why do we use the term "Straight." It implies that all others are crooked and living off-road and against the "Straight" and narrow path. Quite condescending.
I am not here to turn anyone out, because there is nothing to turn out. I am here to help you rethink what sexuality really means. First of all, I have a huge issue with LABELS. I don't think we as sophisticated, complex humans should walk around this earth calling each other BLACK, GAY, STRAIGHT, ASIAN, WHITE, FEMINEN, MASCULINE, TOP, BOTTOM...ETC. You catch my drift. Labels limit our truest potential and catapult us into an existence of expectation rather than exploration. We fail to understand the science behind the fact that there is nothing in our DNA that determines something like RACE. Race doesn't exist,  (SOCIAL CONSTRUCT) and you know what? Neither does sexual orientation.

 You see sexuality is a spectrum, a very long spectrum that goes from MOSTLY SEXUALLY ATTRACTED TO THE OPPOSITE SEX, to the other extreme. But no one is completely straight or gay. Just like no one is completely White or Black; Asian or Latino. To call yourself a WHITE man is very moronic because it implies that your family tree has nothing but white apples up on it when you know good and well apples of all colors stem from the same original tree. It is very divisive and limiting, but frankly pathetic that we CHOOSE to live in a black and white world. A world where we allow the social norms to sway our belief systems....Our world is so diverse and NOTHING is concrete or 100%

Many narrow minded bigots have stood on their soap boxes and proclaimed that homosexuality is "unnatural." Well that is partially true. You see it is rather unnatural to call yourself a homosexual, or heterosexual as neither exist. What does exist is the fact that we as humans are not attracted to the sex of a person, but we are attracted to what the sex of a person represents. Naturally, we as humans are attracted to physical attributes as well as persona...the SWAG of an individual. But that has nothing to do with what turns us on. Many of us don't even know what turns us on. I thought that I was turned on by big biceps and six packs but having been sexual with a few muscle heads, NOT ALL OF THEM CAN ROCK MY BOAT.

I have considered myself gay for all of my life and I just realized that I was limiting myself to a world of erogenous satisfaction. I had to ask myself, WHAT TURNS ME ON? Now ask yourself. You'd be surprised. You see it's not a man itself that turns me on; rather, it's masculinity, attentiveness, a protective nature, deep set eyes, intelligence, talented tongue on the side of my neck...and all of these things can be delivered by some women. I then sought out women who were close to a female version of my male fantasy. I  asked them to do certain things... (with my eyes closed of course, I will admit that seeing a set of breasts doesn't help my gay ass achieve an erection) ...but I asked them to rub and kiss my neck, I listened to their voice, I felt what was a dildo against my hand and I stood up ready for battle. The same types of studies have been done in labs where so-called straight boys were made to watch gay porn and the sensor that they wore on their Johnny Rockets revealed they were turned on by some aspect of the porn. Doesn't mean they were DOWNLOW, these were actually straight men and the same was done for self-proclaimed gays. What is interesting, is that the common theme is that most of the subjects were turned on in some way by pornography that they would never have looked at. I guess it proves the notion, "don't knock it till' you try it" But there are also situations where straight men recieve blindfolds and think a woman is going down on them but it's a man and they cum full blast. I mean think about it, certain sexual ACTS turn you on and not the SEX of the individual.



Again, sexuality is a spectrum, and there are those who are closer to the extremes or toward the middle (BISEXUAL) but overall, we as humans have erogenous spots in and on our bodies that if ANYONE pleasures, you get aroused. For men, you already know where that zone is. Yes, right up there in the prostate. Right up there in the ass. This is proven. So just because a man takes something up the ass, doesn't mean he is GAY....Take so-called LESBIANS for example. A lot of them use DILDOS for vaginal penetration...now a lesbian is suppose to be someone who does not like PENIS at all...well open your mind. It is not about the penis...it is about the WOMAN stimulating that clitoris with that dildo. But the WOMAN is nothing but a representation of what turns her on, maybe the SHE represents SENSUALITY, she thinks she is turned on by the sex of the person, but she is turned on by what it represents, I.E. the dildo REPRESENTING her partner DOMINATING her. It has nothing to do with being a lesbian or male organ; but lets keep it real, for the lesbian whose getting fucked, a man could do the same for her. It's all about the CLIT.


Just close your eyes and let the evil penis in! I beg of you, don't dismiss this as just a clouded bias opinion of a gay man whose been marginalized and thinks the heterosexuals need a wake up call...it's not about that...however I do think fighting for sexuality equality is rather silly when sexuality IS equality. What's equal about all of us is that we ALL JUST WANT TO GET OUR ROCKS OFF! How we achieve that has infinite possibilities. Open your mind. Your G SPOT doesn't know what sex someone is...YES MEN HAVE G SPOTS TOO! May be it's in your ass Mr. Heterosexual...but let that women please you there....then think about how a man could do it as well. Gay men...think about how a woman could please you with that dildo, lights turned low, a very attentive tongue and a very unexpected cum. SIDENOTE: A lot of men, especially Black men, like doing it in the butt, they like phat asses...doesn't that sound like what a lot of GAY TOPS like? What's the difference in a female ass and male ass? And that whole TOP/BOTTOM thing is just as limiting as saying you are GAY. There SHOULD BE MORE TO SEX THAN PENETRATION....and this goes for man on man, woman on woman, woman and man...because if you ask yourself what REALLY turns you on during sex, I gararantee you, it's not the penetration itself. For me it's what leads up to it...the foreplay. Without it, you may as well put your pants back on partner! Now back to your regularly scheduled programming...

If we all expand our horizons and think beyond the borders that are placed on the concentration camps of our sexualities, then we can all get our rocks off EQUALLY. There would be no more debates and hate crimes. Never apologize for getting your rocks off no matter who helps you get there. We are only in this world once, so why not explore every facet of your sexual being. Women have never had to rely on a mans penis to achieve an orgasm; sex toys prove that it's not about the SEX of the individual that makes you ERUPT, it is the specific sexual attention on certain areas of your body...the unexpected and the voyage of exploration. Stop living your life EXPECTING, start EXPLORING the UNEXPECTED. Stop labeling yourself and start INVENTING yourself. When you do that, HE OR SHE WILL THINK YOU INVENTED SEX!!! #TreySongz Happy Cumming People! Much love

Friday, March 9, 2012

TESTIMONY

I've got a thing for Pastor Love
Without a church
He keeps my eyes on above

I want to be his tesimony
Disrobe his Holy
Have him kneel down and hold me

And tonight
I need salvation
I'll read his Bible
But we'll end at creation...

...Deliver me
Nigga PREACH TO ME
Speak on me
In tongues.

Catching your Spirit
And at 4am
Our sermon will still be young

As I get down and pray
Climb on your steeple
There's no resting this Sunday

Work me like Job
I'll prove to be faithful
Annoint me with your probe

Baptize my body in yours
I'm your Crusader
I'll fight and end all wars

I've loved a lot of false prophets
Worshipped false idols
But with only you, do I profit
If it's blasphemy
I don't want to stop it

Can I get a witness?
His pride is a pulpit
His faith is relentless

He never falls for temptation
A Jezebels fornication
Could never be as sweet
as my communion's libation

He gets down and drinks me
In remberance of we
They pretend to be meek
But he turns the other cheek

I once was blind
But now I see
He loves from behind
And all over me

Baby preach to me

Hallelujah!

Preach to me!

At the midnight hour

Preach to me!

Until I repent

Preach to me!

Until walls come tumbling down

Preach to me!





(C) 2012 Isayaah Parker Publishing


Monday, September 19, 2011

Cut the Strings, BECOME YOURSELF

The devil is a liar, showing you pretty things instead of fire...
All the pretty things, shiny selling wedding rings, models bewitch with Victoria wings, we want the ego the pretty things bring...
But who are you underneath?
With all the glaring pretty things, it's hard to see the colorful auras that illuminate the earth. Your soul is not to be accessorized. You are beautiful, infinite, most high and capable of expressing so much of yourself that its imagery could dazzle the blind, yet many of us humans get so caught up in the physical illusion that we lose ourselves. As children we are told to think about what we want to be when we grow up instead of who we are going to be. What kind of person will you be? Will you be known for your humility or will you be heartless? Instead of filling their minds with fireman's dalmatians and astronauts spaceships, we need to fill their minds with Gandhi's peace.
You see, if these kids grow up wanting to BE something rather than exuding something, then they will end up populating a passionless world like what we have today. Because desolation disguised by pretty things is not prepared for the spirit realm. Behold, an organized effort by the elite to make you envy, sell yourself, fall for that mirage that gives you a false sense of security. The TV screens serenade lies that you can win it all and with it, you can be happy.
But the truth goes unseen. 
In a fast-paced, cosmopolitan, Starbucks latte, world of diamond dreams; many fall victim to the sell spell. Passion is often paralyzed in the debilitating bite of materialism. Every day the same hustle, the same grind and yet you always feel that with the bills, you perpetually fall behind. This is a fear-based world; GOT TO PUT FOOD ON THE TABLE, DISEASES ARE COMING TO GET YOU, VACCINATE NOW! I NEED THE LATEST IPHONE OR I WILL NOT BE UP TO DATE, I MUST GET A GOOD PAYING JOB SO THAT I CAN SPEND MONEY TO IMPRESS OTHERS! IF I DON'T GO TO COLLEGE, I WON'T BE EDUCATED, I WILL BE STUPID AND WORK AT MCDONALDS, THE TERRORISTS ARE COMING! RED ALERT! THE ONLY WAY I CAN HAVE AN ADULT RELATIONSHIP IS BY GETTING MARRIED, IF I DON'T MARRY HIM, HE WILL LEAVE ME!!!...the fear goes on and on as it sends you into tunnel vision. It assures that you will remain in a matrix of lies that keeps billions looking to others instead of looking to the skies. I don't know about you, but I don't want to merely work for a living, I want to LIVE for a living. Instead of living lives of passion, many spend their lives working for the MAN and conforming as someone they are not, a lesser version of the greatness that God created. This is the world we live in, The American Dream extends farther than the Roman Empire, dominating the media and brainwashing the vulnerable. I don't want to come across as someone who insanely drowns themselves in conspiracy theories but the assembly line of bullshit is too glaring to go unnoticed. Fuck theories, this is factual information. Mere observation is only required.
The Pursuit of Happiness

Look at yourself, what are you working toward? Security for the golden years I presume. But why can't today's years be the golden years? Why wait for weekends, vacation time or old age to be so-called happy? Why not live in the NOW? Why do we settle for societal norms? Why not create a new society, especially since most of us are unhappy in this matrix. If you stand up against the way things are, watch how quickly you will be demonized. You'll be called "Crazy" We must stop materialism which contributes to the wide gap of the rich and poor, no middle class in between. We must stop the notion that there are classes, we must reevaluate each other, and see everyone as equal. Why do we have so many homeless in America? A nation that constantly bails out mega corporations with CEO's who profit in the billions while hiring the few. If we are hired, how are we told to spend our earnings? Do you splurge on NEEDS or WANTS? Why do we have third world nations instead of one world, unified and prosperous? It can happen, just a little change; change which Obama will never deliver but something the people can deliver. No government can do it, but we can. RETHINK the world instead of living in it complacent. Capitalism bleeds, yet we keep planting its seeds.


Instead of dressing comfortably with originality we spend top dollar to wear the same designer every one else rocks, and we don't even care about how it was made. We don't even care that the people who made it, will die having been unable to ever purchase the kind of clothes they made for chump change their entire lives. Look, this is not meant to be preachy, but it is meant to make you feel uncomfortable. It is time that someone told you the truth rather than fluff your imaginary pillows. Let me let you in on a secret. A truth that many of the so-called successful people of the world are aware of. EVERYTHING AROUND YOU IS ORCHESTRATED and nothing that you see is real. Your senses have fooled you ever since you were pulled out of the vagina. What is real is emotion; and with enough positive emotion, we can drown out that orchestra and create a new reality that plays beautiful music that doesn't cost a thing. What's real is the places in your dreams at night, your personality and your thoughts. What you think, creates your reality. (See Law of Attraction)

But as of late, reality has been manipulated by the "orchestra" and the rest of humanity's thoughts have been influenced by their music, thus painting the rather unimpressive portrait that is the reality of society. The orchestra doesn't want you to know what is real. (See Bilderberg Group) What is real is love. Love is what will endure you, love is what will be your legacy if you dared to express it at all. Love is eternity. Love is formless, invisible to the naked eye and this a good thing. Because everything that can be seen, lies. You can never feel or look like a million bucks, but you can feel and act like compassion. If the worlds currency was love, and everyone worked hard to achieve love on payday, hugs were exchanged instead of dirty money, if everyone gave out love to receive love, then just imagine how beautiful, peaceful, simple, true this world would be, instead of constantly at war over dirty money currency. We are spiritual Beings in a temporary physical existence that isn't even real in the grand scheme of things. So why spend your life chasing pretty things and pretty people? Spend it growing the spirit that you are, spend it expressing the spirit that you are, spend it LOVING your spirit and the spirits around you and spend your life immersed in PASSION.

The Orchestra
Because when your physical lie dies, what will be left for eternity is the Being that is you. Are you prepared to deal with yourself? On the earth plane, you've spent a lot of time believing that what the mirror reflects, what decorates you, who employs you is who you are. But when this charade is all over, the distractions will cease and you will soon realize that your earthly existence was an identity crisis. Some of us are ahead of the rest, recognizing who you really are is the first step to enlightenment. Keep in mind, that who you are is more than the human brain can comprehend, because we all are infinite beings in an infinite existence. Yet with all this infinity, we get a short period of time to experience this human realm, so while you are in it, focus on the vibrations of who you are. Express yourself, but don't limit it to hipster hairstyles and limited edition shoe wear, dominate that expression with the originality of soul. If people FEEL you, rather than SEE you as you enter a room, then you have mastered self expression. If people only ask you, "where did you get those shoes?" Then you have a lot of work ahead of you. Their first impression should be YOU. Devalue the pretty things. Become yourself.

Friday, September 16, 2011

Pound Puppies: More than Nostalgia

                                                                     Above: Spot Puppy
As a child of the 80s, I enjoyed the simple pleasures of childhood imagination that kids today are deprived of. Before X Box and electronic baby dolls who actually urinate and talk to you, there were Pound Puppies. Growing up, My sister and I weren't allowed to have a dog. Our father was terrified of dogs as a result of a violent childhood altercation with a belligerent pit bull; but if you asked him, he was allergic to dogs. Our substitute was an endless supply of cuddly, lovable, pocket-sized stuffed animals called Pound Puppies. They were all the rave of the 80s and they even became a Cartoon, though short lived of only two years. Their marketing by the Tonka company, was irresistible, as the commercials would beg you to please help the Pound Puppies who need a home, they are abandoned and all they want is love. The little stuffed animals were more than cotton filled toys, they had personalities and adoption certificates that almost made you feel like you made a difference in the world similar to adopting a malnourished baby from Cambodia. I named all of my Pound Puppies and each had a unique personality; for instance, "Pouchie" was palm-sized, brown with freckles and long floppy brown ears, quiet but witty. Unfortunately, Pouchie was lost during a family vacation to Toronto/Niagra Falls and I mourned his disappearance for YEARS. Another, "Spot Puppy", was Grouchy. None of the other puppies would dare talk back to him or dare question his authority, he was a stern dalmation who made me feel like I could rule everyone around me, when in actuality, I was a scared little boy, afraid of my own shadow; shy, with a stuttering problem. "Britney" was a gray female puppy with luxuriously long brown ears and seductive eyes. She was the Carmen Jones of the group, she could stop any dog in his tracks with one flip of her left ear. She was my gossip partner. Now, don't think it was all about puppies, oh no, there were Pound Purries as well. Pound Purries were cats of course, just as cute as the puppies, well I only had one, an orange cat whose name was simply Pound Purry because there were no other cats, she was attractive, reserved and very cunning. You see, with my Pound Puppies, I always felt like I had friends, and they had something in common with me that I was told by my parents to never reveal to the outside world.  Pound Puppies were more than just play toys for me, they were my best friends, my pillows at night, my entourage, my security blankets, my imagination, my creativity, my outlet of expression and my reflections of inner pain. You see, the biggest revelation from my parents occurred with my Pound Puppies...
You see Pound Puppies would come to you with an adoption certificate that you would receive and the Pound Puppy would finally have a home and be elated to be with you. You would give the Pound Puppy the love that they never had while sitting on a shelf (at the pound) A puppet show of sorts was performed for me by my parents who were preachers and teachers by day and horrible actors at home. The puppet show revealed that just like these Pound Puppies who needed a home, I once needed a home as well. I had finally been rescued like my dear sad Pound Puppies. It occurred to my young mind that these puppies were the only ones who understood my identity issues, many of the Pound Puppies, like me, were ripped away from their biological siblings. My Pound Puppies would call each other sisters and brothers but they were clearly of different breeds and they always asked me questions about their biological family. I felt horrible that I had no information for them and would ask my parents about where the puppies came from, and Toys R Us wasn't enough for me, oh no, I needed to know where the mommy and daddy dogs were! And this continued throughout my childhood and into adolescence, somehow the Pound Puppies never left my side as I became a teenager and even as an adult. They remained as my pocket-sized secrets, my best friends who went through the same struggles as I, because they represented a lot more than child's play, they were a nostalgia of a deeper kind, a reminder that I had found a home and it doesn't matter where the mommy or daddy dogs are, all the matters is that new parents have been found and love abounds. Pound Puppies, manufactured by Tonka, have since stopped production in the 90s, but I hope to soon be able to bring them back, I don't know how since my letters go unanswered, but I believe that today's kids need to feel the love that I felt with my Pound Puppies. Simple imagination, companionship and creativity spring alive with these stuffed animals, just like Barbie did for young girls. My remaining Pound Puppies still keep me warm at night, they are old; Spot Puppy is still grouchy, and Britney is like a Sophia Loren of Pound Puppies, elderly but a stone fox! I will never let go of the 80s and early 90s, I will never relinquish my childish imagination. I was happiest in the days of Oscar the Grouch, Fraggilrock, Pippy Longstocking Adventures and Punky Brewster, so I will never let go of the innocence of Pound Puppies and everything they represent. Adulthood is overrated, often times uninspired and down right terrifying. So why not crawl backwards in time, reach into that dusty box and take out your freedom. Embrace your childhood imagination. I know you remember the characters you created back then; the world seemed infinite in those days and life was a joyous adventure where new and exciting things were always around the corner. 

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

LOOK AT ME! As I'm Antisocially Networked

Who have we become in this digital age? Instead of getting caught up in the rapture of love we have been caught up in the rapture of the matrix. The internet is statistically now the first place people look for dating partners and friends. The internet no longer hides behind a massive computer screen, it's become who we are. It's all around us, it comes to work with us and for some of us, IT IS WORK. It is our entire social life and instead of scrap books, why not put everything on Facebook?! Facebook brings the WORST out of most people and usually it's in the form of narcissism. Facebook, among other social SELF GLORIFICATION sites, has provided people with an accepted God Complex. Yes, it's true, everyone wants to feel special, everyone wants to be heard...and with social networking and the ability to broadcast oneself GLOBALLY with instant feedback from strangers, people now feel like celebrities basking in the glory of groupies. "Yes, "LIKE" my photo, look at me, I'm shirtless! Don't you love my muscles and how the baby oil makes the light hit the creases of my six pack? Share my photo, Retweet my genius. Read my Tweet, aren't I funny?! I may be a Secretary but man, I can really come up with a witty tweet." We want the audience, we want the praise and we want the illusion that people like us. "WOW! I'm famous! My video reached a thousand views! My life is complete!" Lets face it, we could use the ego reinforcement; back in grade school, we were staring out of the window in the school bus, way in the back, afraid to talk to the person next to us because we stuttered. (At least I did) Some of us were even afraid to go to school period. Because at 11:25, we would be bullied, called a faggot or may be a few ignorant boys would chant, "BEEP-BEEP! WIDE LOAD" behind us as we lumbered down the hall, we were a bit over weight and now we look a lot better, skinnier and of course we have 2,000 photos to prove it. Unfortunately for your kid, the modern grade school bully can continue that bullying after school, and do it anonymously online. Hence the increasing suicide rates of teenagers, especially among gays. But I won't go there, this isn't meant to be a dark, gritty post intended to conjure up tears of sympathy or even guilt, I just wonder if this new second reality called the internet is steering humanity in the right direction. I love social networking, I'm online everyday, so I am not preaching or judging, But what gets under my skin, is the arrogance of cyber space. The "LOOK AT ME" mentality of the profiles that lack personality. Stop telling "commercially attractive" people that they are the best thing since Marilyn and Joe. Commercially attractive, what's that you say? They look like the people you see on THE YOUNG THE RESTLESS, Abercrombie and Fitch posters or the people who get in free and fast at trendy Miami night clubs. (If you've clubbed in Miami, you know what I'm talking about) They tend to be arrogant. You wonder why they're arrogant? Well you keep "Liking" their photos, trolling their Facebook pages, leaving them DM's on Twitter. Certain people have heard ENOUGH compliments so leave them to their mirrors and exalt THINKERS. You know the thinkers, the ones with the philosophical statuses and the blogs about what the internet is doing to society. (See, I'm self glorifying, just as guilty) However, Self glorification through a bombardment of SHIRTLESS or bikini in bathroom mirror photos is rather pathetic considering Facebook isn't a modeling agency and there are no paychecks coming your way. The groupies that comment like drooling, panting dogs in heat will post similar photos the next day to compete. Self absorbed is the new promotional strategy for anyone with a web browser these days. It's only getting worse, but the thing is, we aren't self absorbed, we just want people to give us a reason to start. Because as of now, we are insecure. Oh no, it's been two hours and I haven't posted a status, someone else is going to be WITTY on Twitter, someone else will have a longer thread response on Facebook. I HAVE TO BE FACEBOOK KING! I HAVE TO BE TWITTER QUEEN! But you're never crowned, because the fact is, no one cares about you. They may LIKE a photo, comment a status, answer a Direct Message or Follow you, but they did the same thing to 5,000 other people. And tomorrow, that number will triple. We are over 30 and have regressed back to high school, desperately trying to be popular... **IRRESPONSIBLY!**Everyone has to know what color underwear we are wearing today, what supermarket overcharged us for an apple and what boyfriend is about to make you change your relationship status. As the 90s/post 2000 baby generation matures in a world where all they know is computer lingo, reading books will be even less desirable. Instead of reading books, we read statuses or MEDIATAKEOUT.COM. Oprah is off the air and so is her book club. But what about friendship? Does that mean anything anymore? NO. Socially, we will be lost. Especially if we can define a friend as someone who shows their appreciation with a few mouse clicks. Is society headed for social disaster? With the public determining what news is with all the eye reporters, news feeds instead of news organizations, Kim Kardashian ass analysis rather than poverty analysis, what becomes worthy of news? If a nuclear bomb is made and everyone's on Twitter, will anyone hear it? NO. Who are you? That's the question. Are you an infinity of statuses? A collage of twit pics? Is your worth measured in LIKES? Let's face it, we are all addicted to social networking, addicted to the thrill of finally feeling popular, but look around you, there's no one there. Just you and your phone, all alone. I think it's time we get offline, smell the roses and stare into each others eyes; pupils, cornea and all! The world is so much bigger than a Craigslist personals section. If you want everyone to FOLLOW you, you better know where you are headed. There's no point in following the lost and there's no point in being a leader if you have nothing to say. There are a few souls left in the world, there's a couple of them online as well; the rest are being swallowed up by the matrix, several thousand a day, posting away, giving their identity away. Look, it makes sense, the internet is LIBERATING, we can be anyone we want to be, anonymous here, glorified there, but many of us seem to be having an identity crisis. Which personality is really you? The offline or the online? Which website best represents you? The Book or the Tube? Remember that thing called the Telephone? You've seen the Gaga video. Well originally, it was a device invented for people to have conversations on, they spoke in complete sentences and would talk to each other fairly often. What you have in your hand is a Cell Phone, I know you don't talk on it, why would you? When you can text, comment, LIKE, poke and tweet? How could you ever feel lonely? How could you ever feel like no one is listening when you have 2,000 friends? Oh that's right, your phone isn't ringing and neither is your door bell. It's ok, just pretend that you are popular, keep as many websites and apps as possible, because eventually, you'll be numb and it won't even feel like you are alone. With all the updates, you won't even realize there's a war outside of your window. No not the Twitter war silly, the nuclear bomb that just went off across the ocean. You missed it because Kanye was tweeting about his new watch. A few people died but they didn't matter, they weren't on Twitter and they tried to warn you about the alien spaceship above your capital building, but you didn't hear them either because they didn't say it on Twitter. No, if something isn't said on Twitter, it's not important. I know it's the digital age and many of you have the attention span of Bart Simpson so I'll get to my conclusion now. I'll end with a challenge: Use your internet wits in real life. Try to impress people in public, throw a party, invite a few Facebook friends and Followers if you dare, be as witty, charming and profound as you might be online. Instead of telling people to add you on Facebook, tell them to come to your next party, and at the next party, invite them on your group trip to the mountains, if they are still around for the mountains, you may have actually found REAL FRIENDS. Then give them your phone number and BEHOLD the beauty of a phone conversation! WARNING: The person will not interrupt you to tell you that they LIKE what you just said, continue talking.

Monday, June 27, 2011

Take me to Love

Take me away from the mindless
Take me away from the heartless
Take me to soulful
Caught up in it
and out of control

Take me to Love.

Take me away from the mundane
Take me way from the indifference
Take me to theme parks
High up in the air like roller coasters

Take me to Love

Take me away from the profanity
Take me away from the vanity
Take me to ugly
Waking up with you
You see beyond the scruffiness

Take me to love

Beat red
Blushing and out of my head
Laughing with no jokes
Telepathically comical

Take me to love

Undress my loneliness
Dress me up in fulfillment

I've arrived on our island of Love.
You've brought me here
Didn't expect it,
You've taken me to love.