What’s Your Poison?

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OK people, just for fun, which are you in this techno world?

a). Facebook Junkie
b). Twitter Bug
c). InstaCraZe
d). Wallflower

Blogging is not included because we are all obviously addicted to blogging. OK well, some of us. I’ll choose B for 200 Alex. Before I got involved with any social media, including blogging, I was on twitter. What attracted me is the limitation. I love having to say just a few words to get the point across, re-tweeting articles and quotes. Facebook is OK but I can really do without it. To me it’s kind of noisy and crowded whereas Twitter is a lot more laid back. Then again that could be due to the awesome people who follow me. I do think without cell phones people wouldn’t be so addicted to social media but that’s another post.

Enough about me, which are you? Don’t forget to follow this Twitter Bug by the way @ahouseofpoetry. It’s the best way to keep up with me, since I do like to fly and all. (No, seriously, I have wings)

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Lamar Odom

It’s interesting that all you have to do is say something, to speak it and people believe it. No one ever fathoms what these celebrities go through or why they are suddenly struck. Yall think its just a coincidence that Derek Rose continues to get hurt but my question is: What is he refusing to do? And what does Odom mean in this video by “If it happens one more time I’m telling everything?” If WHAT happens one more time? Why is all this happening in October? Because you do know that Halloween is the evening of the Witches New Year…right? And why is every man in contact with the Kardashian’s destroyed? I’m just saying this kind of stuff is real. Witches are real, their spells are real, and their operations are real.  You think American Horror Story is gory but  truth is stranger than fiction. But then again, there is nothing made up about that show either. Just saying. I’ll be praying for brother Lamar because he married a witch. Laugh it off if you want.

Personify Your Posts

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I actually wrote this post last night, though I did not have the time to post it. As the night welcomed us into another day, the sun lowering itself deeper into the bowels of the skies and the moon resurrecting into a position perfect enough to shine its light on the Earth, I was encouraged to write a post for you to ponder. As the brisk winds happily leap at the opportunity to shine now that fall is upon us, ripping through the air and causing us to turn up the heat and crawl underneath the covers, I want to remind you to personify your posts. 

When I blog, I try to notice what attracts me to other blogs. I understand part of the process is not just to push the publish button but to notice my behavior as a reader as well so that it may assist me in my own blogging endeavors. For instance, I’ve heard somewhere (don’t ask me where) that if you pay attention to how you purchase books or even read them, this can help you to sell them. As a reader, you know what attracts people and what doesn’t. So one thing in particular that draws me to other blogs are the ones that are written by people who indeed appear to be just that—people. Bloggers whose content is not so author or blogger expert certified that they lose sight of that personal connection.  Sometimes we can get lost in all the technical glitches, all of the electrical waves that make up the World Wide Web and we forget that our readership is made up of flesh and blood. They are people with lives outside of the internet and have a wide range of experience and expertise.

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When you share your experiences combined with your characteristics and therefore a human persona, it makes others interested in what you have to say. Your point of view can make them laugh, cry, and maybe even irritated or angry but it’s yours to exemplify. Whatever the message, if it builds upon a human foundation, I think it can help us to become better bloggers because our audience can participate with us. They can grow with us and actually become part of the process. This I have decided to embark on myself actually, to try to engage my readers more so that they feel part of the blog which means taking part in my life not that of the computer. It does not require you get too personal, but it requires you to get personal enough. You don’t have to air your dirty laundry, but you do have to be able to relate to people on some level no matter what the goal is for your blog. It is not to compromise who you are as an individual, but to step outside of your comfort zone and actually write for a readership because there are actually people reading your blog.

So make us feel like you really are that crazy friend down the street, or that know-it-all around the corner. We don’t have to agree with your perspective, but do you have one? Do we know that underneath all those blog posts there’s someone over there named Bob. He has five children that run him crazy and a nagging wife. Or maybe you’re a 23 year old named Tanya with a college professor who spits when he talks. Yea, gross us out, make us laugh, cause a discussion that makes us tear at each others throats, (or hug each others throats) but keep it real. Keep it truth. Most of all, share some of your experiences while striving to reach your blogging goals; show us why we should care.

A personality has to do with individual differences among people in behavior patterns, cognition and emotion. So attempt not to simply push a book or an agenda. Even while spreading truth you must be a fisherman of men. Meaning that you must strive to reach people where they are. Sure you may be in a good place now but you wasn’t always here. Perhaps you can share with us how you got here. What made you want to blog? How is blogging effecting your writing style? Life? Are you married? Do you have children? What’s new in your life right now? I mean, besides your new book and the fact that your a totally awesome blogger? Personify your posts so that we get to know a little bit more about the human behind the keyboard.

Know your Lane

Very True and well said.

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A lot of people tend to speak on subjects in which they know nothing about. We want to peg ourselves as experts, yet haven’t done the edtensive research behind those aspects; or better yet, they just have not lived in them.  I like to believe that there is always a life twin; a person who has gone through things exactly as you have and can give you the wisdom of their experiences.

For those of us, who are looking for the answers to life’s struggles, who long to find their twin; they are out there.

And for those of you, who disguise yourselves as those who have been here before and done that more than once, but truthfully haven’t the slightest idea how to help those who long for support through their struggle; know your place in this world, know your lane. And stay there.

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Silence

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An answer kept sacred inside the breast of nothingness. Thinking for the moment to have sent up hope into an empty sky. What becomes of silence? It ignores our hunger for answers and tugs away at anxious spirits. Uncontrollably the mind races to the next step, pondering what may become of lines uninterrupted by commas and periods. Of thoughts quickly running on to the “why’s” and “how comes”. Never once does it seek to ponder why silence makes such a covenant with our minds, commanding only a light breeze from the wind when not a sound is heard as it eases past our skins. Not once does the busy mind, always racing and so on edge care to ponder what is to be learned in the quite. Silence laughs at the foolishness of our impatience, grabbing time by the hands and together they leave us sick with questions. What is the next move to be made in the stillness? What revelation taps against the calm meditations of the heart? What revolution for our cries? What reproof must we seek to understand in the devastating muteness of the air?

Super Blood Moon Lunar Eclipse – Coincidence?

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  • Is it a coincidence that The Super Blood Moon takes place surrounding the number 9, the number of judgment? (9/27 and 2+7 is 9)
  • Is it a coincidence that this season of The Strain, where Zombie like Vampires suck your blood and turn you into them, ends on the night of the Super Blood Moon?
  • Is it a coincidence that the Pope leaves on the night of the Super Blood Moon?
  • Is it a coincidence that red and blood is symbolic of war?
  • Is it a coincidence that Luna is the root word of Lunatic?
  • Is it a coincidence that The Super Blood Moon hasn’t happened and will not happen in another 33 years?
  • Is it a coincidence that I’m writing this post with intentions of watching for The Super Blood Moon Lunar Eclipse Tonight?
  • Is it a coincidence that there are 9 bullet points to this post?
  • Is it a coincidence that truth is stranger than fiction?

Must Reads – Richard Wright’s Native Son

“As the car lurched over the snow he lifted his eyes and saw black people upon the snow-covered sidewalks. Those people had feelings of fear and shame like his….To Bigger and his kind white people were not really people; they were a sort of great natural force, like a stormy sky looming overhead, or like a deep swirling river stretching suddenly at one’s feet in the dark. As long as he and his black folks did not go beyond certain limits, there was no need to fear that white force. But whether they feared it or not, each and every day they lived with it.”

 

15622A classic, Richard Wright’s Native Son is a powerful story about a young black man who, in a state of panic, kills a white girl. When I first read this book, I was startled and certainly unprepared for what awaited each page. It was not the murder that shocked me, it was Wrights talented description of Biggers inner turmoil, not as a murderer but as a Black man in 1930s America and the fear and shame of that alone that coincided with his actions. Not in a justifying way, but in a way that painted the picture of what it looks like when fear manifested itself into the physical; when it rose from that invisible feeling, the beating heart and sweaty hands, and into the full image of its potential. Native Son in essence shows us the danger of that kind of fear and not just the danger, but what it looks like. The image of fear wrapped in black skin, smack down in the midst of white America.

Synopsis:

“Right from the start, Bigger Thomas had been headed for jail. It could have been assault or petty larceny; by change, it was for murder and rape. Native Son tells the story of this young black man caught in a downward spiral after he kills a young white woman in a brief moment of panic. Set in Chicago in the 1930’s, Wright’s powerful novel is an unsparing reflection on the poverty and feelings of hopelessness experienced by people in inner cities across the country and of what it means to be black in America.” – Book Blurb