~Immortalized~Legends~

I am the painter of my life

But the sculptor has the say

The one that reminds me

Each and everyday~

Pray….. know that your words are you, as I am the word too

As are you.

Want to live forever my child

Want to be free again…..wings again run wild?

You will move on from this ethereal area…

This realm of this world 🌎

Dimensions vast but the one thing on this Earth that will last

Immortalize you your bloodline

WORDS write put in plain sight

Take your words paint your life

Let me mold you, refine with fire 🔥

A love so real, that burning desire

Deep in your belly with steel down your back …….your a wild young hybrid full of these words, you spin and you weave……

But dear Angel your words live forever long after you leave

Immortal~

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You~

So many trinkets, yet each second less time, when I see those two letters I think….. Everything’s Fine~Stay Safe~All in Time~

~Finally~Legends can be Made~tweet tweet~lol~

Every Penny Every Dime Every Nickel My Angel’s left behind to remind me…… ~In God We Trust~

So without further Ado ……………. my recent tweet~

2 separate cases but will go full circle~

First a big shout out to #God then to both my Attorneys #LarryCartelli and #Craig…no last name to the public on him..he represents in a level as Larry. As I pledged to my father in heaven, as well as my father on earth before he died, my Moncada bloodline will never want again~

Typo’s fixed…Totally revised~I Want….You~ yeah You…

I want short distance to close love,spontaneous outburst of affection not planned touches or moments..fast reflex and stealth like a cat, like me~ Flexibility both internally and externally (you will need it) truth always truth, I hate lies…crazy mad love that somehow makes sense, the kind legend s are made of (smile):))…level headed? Plz love is crazy beautiful wild free, no level headed well thought,it will be, Everything is Fine…I ask the Lord for Devine reward… oh yeah I want thunder under sheets flesh storms that make the sheets fall to the floor both needing more…Devine strength well mastered,Change it’s time for change and it’s coming as long as it reveals beauty and it will….to stop crying and laugh more, I want long walks along the beach from our beach home.$$$$Money lots of it…to share, invest, grow it, leave financial burdens behind forever, I want to be kind even when others are careless with words and emotional harm, learn to not take it personal, it’s really about them not me.

I want to see what God wants for me, I want to align with God’s will and plans, I want to stand straight and strong next to my future companion/Husband learn to still be humble but I can still feel pride inside,help me God to not hate and make me good God make me good~

Njm

A prayer of hope, love, desire despair~ update

Say this prayer and mean each word you say. Love will come to you. It has for me.
Lord forgive me
I have to say

I never imagined life this way

One person can enter

Into a life

Makes you want to live

To give

To share and be free

Never ever again

Having to be lonely

This cross I bare

It’s becoming to much

I seem to feel so out of touch

I only want to believe

That someone will find me love me

And never leave

So this poker game has to end

I lay down my cards now

I have to fold

This old heart is getting old

I don’t know what will be

But I ask you let my soul mate find me

By the power of three

Let it be~

~The Token Black Guy~What I Never Want My Son To Be~A Must Read~

~The Token Black Guy~ What I Never Want My Son To Be~Written By a Harvard Graduate~ A Must Read.Edit
My answer to the question that provoked me to post this article~Nicole Moncada’s answer to How has Quora changed your view/beliefs of black people?

Being the Token

One person cannot represent an entire race
By LUMUMBA SEEGARS February 23, 2007
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Being the token black person is not fun. I am expected to be an authority on the lives of all black people. People think I represent all black people and black culture; however, at the same time, I’m supposed to rise above black culture.

What is the token black person? The token is not supposed to be your everyday black person. The token is the good black person. You know, the black person that doesn’t adhere to all the negative stereotypes of black people. People of other races feel a little less threatened by him. Apparently, the token is different from all the other black folk; however, he’s still black enough for people to mention his name when talking about diversity.

The token is expected to know about all things black—he’s your urban teacher. Though the token is not like other black people, he still understands them. If you’re from a place with no black people and your only exposure to them has been movies like “Get Rich or Die Trying,” then the token will be your one black friend that you feel you can trust. 

Don’t be fooled—it’s not that simple. 

The history of race in America has been a power struggle between groups. Black people have not been oppressed on the basis of their individual faults; rather, individual black people have been discriminated against due to their association with the entire race. Though some individuals have managed to overcome the burdens of racial prejudice, black people are still looked down upon as a group. One of your black friends may seem trustworthy, but that doesn’t necessarily change your negative view of black people as a whole. It’s alright to have one or two black families in the neighborhood, but as soon as more start to move in, the neighborhood becomes a ghetto. There’s only a certain level of blackness that many people feel they can tolerate—the token gives them the perfect amount.

Here’s what really disturbs me: this notion that the token is better than other black people. Why is it that every time a black person does something good, somebody tries to let him know that he’s not like the rest of us?

The token feels an immense amount of pressure. Nobody is perfect, but the token has to make sure that he doesn’t slip up in front of white people. He feels as if he can’t make certain mistakes because he represents the entire race. One mistake will set black people back 100 years—and no one wants to be “that negro.”

Even at Harvard I feel the burden of tokenism. Luckily, I learned how to deal with it in high school.

For example, during my sophomore year in high school, I was one of two black students enrolled in my Algebra II class. I have this problem where I don’t really like math, so sometimes I would fall asleep in class. It turns out that the other black student had the same problem as well. Because we felt that both black people in the class couldn’t go to sleep at the same time—at least one of us had to be a “good” negro—we took turns going to sleep. Unfortunately, I was the only black person in my pre-calculus and calculus classes, so I had to continuously be a good black person in those situations.

A more prominent example of a token is Senator Barack Obama (D-Ill.), who Senator Joseph Biden (D-Del.) recently lauded as “the first mainstream African-American who is articulate and bright and clean and a nice-looking guy.” I’m sure Senator Biden meant it as a compliment; however, I—along with many other blacks—took it as an insult. Many whites are comfortable with Barack Obama because they don’t see him in the same way that they still see a majority of black people in America.

Obama doesn’t scare white people. The clean, articulate, and bright guy whom Americans are impressed with is the exact opposite of what Americans expect black people in this country to be.

Blacks are violent. Blacks are angry. Blacks are lazy. Things like racial profiling and negative media portrayals are demonstrative of the suspicious way in which many Americans view blacks and other people of color.

The token helps white Americans feel as if race is no longer an issue. It’s a cover-up. Instead of looking at the continued racial separation in this country, people point to their one friend of the other race and feel satisfied with themselves.

Making someone the token black person and placing him above other black people assumes that all of us—except for the token, of course—are the same. We live in a society still very much conscious of race—even if people don’t like to admit it openly. Making one black person your trustworthy token while you still view black people as a monolith will not fix the ongoing problem of race in America.

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Lumumba Seegars ’09 is a social studies concentrator in Dunster House. His column appears on alternate Fridays. 

~Restless sleep full Moon~

I can’t sleep. The full moon brings energy. Further more I was attacked physically by my WASBAND.

Yes wasband. Not x husband he is a was now no longer.

I am sure my PTSD IS FULL FLARE and I’m alert waiting thinking and having night terrors.

I’m watching karma eat him up, I don’t want my son to be a casualty.

But he has been mind Fucked to a point of a possible NO RETURN. It’s killing me inside.

That’s all I can say. I ask that you pray. Pray for my son, to have clarity of mind and safety.

Well insomniac signing off. Forgive typos I am writing in the dark.

~A State of Panic?~

So here we are, watching Irma make her path straight through Florida as I predicted along with many others.

I’m creole born on the bayous and marsh lands of Louisiana. I’ve have been through many. I am a Katrina transplant actually. Funny how we get so complacent.

When I arrived here in Florida from Mississippi I was determined to be ready for Katrina sister or brother.

I bought a generator. Filled gallon jugs froze them full of water in the newly bought deep freeze. I was ready.

Years go by, central Florida seemed to never really feel any other storms in the last 12 years.

So slowly through life, you know the ~Shit Happens~ I sold all supplies.

Here I am now Nature coast of Florida about 35 miles north of New Port Ricky which is only 15 miles from Clearwater.

Am I in a state of panic? No. I felt this storm. I knew it was powerful. It was affecting my health in many ways. I am as prepared as I can be for someone sticking it out with her son.

My Son is a type 1 diabetic insulin dependent young man who has worn and insulin pump for 10 years.

I have lots of supplies I bought early I could just feel it. However I’m not God. So to all who read this from Florida stay safe or calm don’t panic. PRAY. Go meet your neighbors if you haven’t and you are both staying you may need each other’s help.

This is not a panic no this is pains. A state of pain in my ass. This storm affects us all remember everyone not just Florida But All Of Us.

Signing off.

God speed.

Stay safe.

Pray.

Oh one more thing, let’s not forget that there are two more hurricanes out there with Irma…..

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