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Be truth to thyself with nothing to earn your stripes. Know your spots.

Posted in writing-blogging with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on 09/12/2019 by Alvin Pinkney

Back in the Horse’s Saddle

Posted in writing-blogging with tags , , , , , , , , on 09/04/2019 by Alvin Pinkney

Hello my fellow friends! I’m back! Did ya miss me? (Some character voice in Martin) I’ve haven’t expensed myself lately. This is my blog, careless to apologize for a long hiatus. I’ve made to 33 on the 2nd, on the Virgo month of September. Big Thank to the omnipresent watching over me. I remember a guy taking about “you should pray” and I responded, “they better pray”. Because I’m not to be effed with because the strongest suffer without searching for praise. Anyways some of y’all be saying in your mind, “what the eff this blog about?” Duh, it’s about self expression, and I’m tired to be an imitation of another person. I had to find myself. Here I am amazed that I have a blog to walk the walk with a little bounce to it. I promise to bring a content yet worthwhile entertainment and motivation. Pardon my grammar if you will. Just count your giggles and chuckles to down right laugher in tears. Did you know that tears come out when laughing is your subconscious mind hiding your inner child looking for humor consciously? Well, that’s my opinion. Happy blog reading and stay tuned. Don’t forget to press ‘I wanna Go’ for rollercoaster ride on the highway to expressive content. Cheers mate!

Manna up Shaka Zulu Of Inna-Child and Break the Chains ⛓ of Life

Posted in writing-blogging with tags , , , , , on 09/04/2019 by Alvin Pinkney

https://youtu.be/yv0yeJWiSTQ

Body Prison

Posted in writing-blogging with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on 05/31/2018 by Alvin Pinkney

We all running the race in the body of prison.

Blowing up buildings won’t do any justice. Wild is plucked from war torn land. Searching to find peace in the land of boiling pot that perceive one as terrorist.

Welp, I’m neither black nor white. What race am I that caused the genetic defect I’m in? What sin that led me to become the testimony of collective confusion?

I don’t know what’s wrong. Am I to blame for the past sins of my ancestors? Something is precious, stolen and tampered to forge split identity.

Grew up from environmental factors that I’m allergic to. Oh I mean the ills to the circumstances where I’m not immune to. Better to fast with fruits and vegetables to consume into.

Don’t want to be told and sell short by idiots. Authorities tell me what to do. Even the fake whom are not to be entrusted to the healing of Yin. Heck, I don’t know who’s the real yang.

It’s deeper than where its actually at to uphold the gifts of war and unleash when the time to kiss the dragon. Who’s the Master? Several wishes shall be granted.

Demonized for being the harbinger of the mark that align with the universal principles and frequencies that spoke the living word of matter to existence.

Ashamed to see why I cover under the sheets of dirt and cower among the shadows that appeal to the pleasure principle. Full of guilt trips to swallow the pain away because happiness is fleeting.

Some say it’s the birthmark to another side of universe pouring out stardust in the speed of light. It’s nothing but a canvas in the body of prison.

When you judge others, you do not define them. You define yourself

Posted in writing-blogging with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on 05/24/2018 by Alvin Pinkney

-Earl Nightingale

This quote has me thinking a lot about how someone like myself had lost some of the ability to judge back to retain that alpha status. Depending on the background of how we were raised, we were taught to learn to spare others feelings. Otherwise they won’t like or even respect us. Some go with the punches simply showing strong inner self in other words of my people used to say you gotta have a thick skin and you cannot control what others perceive you. With that being said, batters up with word of what you think of them to build inner strength. That not being a narc or an asshole in my opinion but to others, yes. It’s simply that you’re a warrior in the making where life can easily chew and spit you out and you have the ability to fight back. The streets don’t love you. Corporate world doesn’t either. They are looking for someone strong to depend on and lead this savage life in the way to survive. Think of Donald Trump for an example as our asshole president with all the luxury of life we yearn for. As you judge others of what you think, you put yourself at ease when in reality you are actually helping the person self esteem by letting them know like it is even it hurts deeply. For example of judging in the wake of self esteem, The world doesn’t love the lukewarms. Then we wouldn’t be lukewarms anymore as the fire lit our souls not to be that way anymore because that kind of weak personality won’t do us any service!

Colossal Urban Sin

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Colossal skyscrapers of sin in neon lights as Virgo Amethyst searched the city with wonder.

People going merrily on their business with some covert agenda under their skin.

It’s night through the windows. Actions are yet to appeal the pleasure principle.

None wouldn’t fast from doom. The show must go on as if the one had the last laugh too soon.

Turn away my eyes from beholding vanity and quicken me in your way

Posted in writing-blogging with tags , , , , , , , on 05/02/2018 by Alvin Pinkney

Psalms 119:37

Nowadays we have yearned and desired something and someone that isn’t life but vanity that brought us in the most unhealthy ways. Once we have come to ourselves by self evaluation, we become warriors for the peace of mind and refreshed heart for healthy attachments. Yet we see all the fronting in social media outlets amongest mostly in the young appealing to the old and the old is disgusted and blindly act it’s all done for with flawed parenting skill. We have come to a generation full of ignorance to the truth that we must return home to our true selves in harmony with nature. We must move forward internally with all the knowledge spewing from our smartphones and internet which is designed to bring confusion for the sense of education. It wasn’t meant for us to know but in the act of instinct. Ancient times already had the knowledge of now is spewed today in backwards. Knowledge and people are separate whether it be against the truth or trying to act upon it. Ponder about that. Who in this planet earth would or have animated back in balance?