Archive for self-expression

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 Thanks 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 a 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 more expressive content. Cheers mate!

Body Prison

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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.

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?

Knowledge is power when you know nothing but being in the moment.

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What’s your journey?

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I am different and it has cost me many. But I’m always My-Self. It’s better to lose others rather than to fit in which is a righteous pride to walk therein.

Posted in writing-blogging with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on 02/15/2018 by Alvin Pinkney

The mind is terrible thing to waste but yet is all powerful. That is the hidden truth! No wonder why this chaotic world smash positive and negatives with each other like unknown particles of the unseen space. The negativity can be contagious to the mind and attract profanity and violence like a gun and spear. Better yet to battle cry your way through by any means to be positive, persistent and acknowledge your own existence!

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In the Pursuit of Excellence

Posted in writing-blogging with tags , , , , on 10/05/2016 by Alvin Pinkney

In the pursuit of excellence you may say in the abstract form of happiness. Could be a special person whom you are genuine with among other connections or a special job advancement. But there is this emotional thing when you are totally back pedaling. You are a rock in a cold place resorting to square one as this thing we call 

Just to check your alignment. Being idle minded. Resorting to manual labor that doesn’t stimulate your intellect. Days get boring by wear and tear, and happen to be in undesired conditions among the likeness of bum, spiteful individuals, but you know better not to to mess around when you are close to the edge with someone who thinks can eff over you.   

This is the subject of fear because it is something that we all share and bring it to light as we are watchful of the circumstances. It doesn’t have to be terrifiying but could be minimum fear which can be another word for anxiety or ODD, mentally sick kind of fear that becomes your arsenal. Just run with me here.

I’m saying that only way is through.

Gesturing with my arm and index finger pointing straight, winners keep going no matter what because the best situations arise from unlikely situations. This calls for getting experienced much as you can for someone or some place else when you know what to say or do in order to advance.

Fear is courage to continue that counts. You must continue. It doesn’t matter what these choices are in acronym. It’s actually right. The first choice is just to chill down the mind a little bit as you block everything while achieving a goal, and then alternately be boss about your business! That’s all it takes. It all depends on situations as you adapt. Be a lion in a dynamic environment whether it be in a work suit or in an athletic apparel.

“Perfectionism is very addictive because it is very seductive. It’s so great to think ‘There’s a way I can do things where I can never be held in judgment by other people, that I can totally escape criticism.’ But it doesn’t work.” -Brené Brown 

Hell with they think! I got a quite story of my own. You see the picture below is worth thousands of words. I’m like this at work environment with the likeness of ignorants.


I’m out there putting in work and making noise when they are watching and learning my approach to enlightenment. They are mostly in groups with their slick talk and backsliding my downfall. Yet they laugh and wonder all day long of my mystical appeal. I’m like this….


In spite of low level people and conditions, that’s how you become the predator of the prey in the pursuit of excellence by letting them second guess as you carry on!