flying or falling

Picture me, or you for that matter, suspended in mid-air. Suspended for a mere split second where the aperture chose to forever immortalize me. There I am. Or there you are. Are you flying or falling?

As you finger the edge of your half-filled or almost emptied glass, thinking on this, I’m stuck in mid-air wondering too. In this moment, I have no answers and will settle for being occupied with the curiosity of the albino geckos that have begun to gather outside my door awaiting their dinner of insects drawn to artificial light.

yesterday is SO yesterday

I’m living in the here and now that is today,
While the hope of tomorrow urges me forward.
Yesterday is SO… yesterday.

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happy birthday, kenneth christopher bivins II

kenn16

16 years ago or January 19, 1994, my namesake and firstborn graced the world with his pale yellow face. Kenn 2.0 or King K or Kenneth Christopher Bivins II, Dad loves you. You’ve been making a difference since 1994. Happy Birthday, Kenn.

Kenn II turns 16

Kenn II turns 16

merry musings from kenn bivins

It’s been amazing sharing with you amidst a busy year of personal and professional growth.
Thank you for your priceless support. I am grateful and blessed to have you in my life.

Merry musings and wishing you a happy two thousand and kenn. Er… uhmm… I mean ten – wishing you a happy two thousand and ten.

mermaids and snowmen

What is this prickly, cold to the touch
That rejects my beloved and protesteth too much?
The all that I am or was or would be
Is cast out with ashes by the buoy out to sea
Is it me that is crackling and barren to seed?
Or is it her that is starving, refusing to feed?
Reckless abandon towards horizons I ran
Now crippled and depleted, unable to stand.

Once proud of the cactus in deserts before
Who needed no one, alone forever he swore
Yet a flower so stray and soon this cactus would swell
To water said flower as the archives do tell
And flower soon flourished and vines she evoked
To embrace and caress then for no reason to choke
But the Sun was too much and the flower was effaced
And heartbroken cactus lived to water another day.

Some have walls while others have moats
Manned by alligators and cannonball boats
Mermaids and snowmen, if destined to court,
How would they thrive and how doth love twixt report?
Out of water she suffocates and freezes to peril
While of ice and of snow, he is as loving as feral
This never-ending heartbreak won’t relinquish or cease
Flower’s vines are constricting and won’t give release.

But… what is this melting? My ice loses mass
That my mermaid may swim in me and together at last.

kenn.

kings fall apart

I’m repulsed at the chimera* and how it all was mend
Scoffing at the scoffers and how they got the bends
Eggshells are so fragile, can’t depend on king’s own men
Solomon lived about it and Chinua wrote it in

Glory to my God and glory to the nighest
Can my life give praises even though I’m not my finest?
Grace sufficient covers me but what about the pious?
Acting as hypocrites and sold-out shows despite this.

This chimera stitched and sewn, my reflection much afraid
Do I believe the prose that claims that I’m wonderfully made?
Faithless to walk on water but for religion I’ll safely wade
My cloak and crown has disappeared, can’t remember where it’s laid

“Let not your heart be troubled, believe in God, also in me,”
Jesus said as John recorded and for czars a King’s heart bleeds
Both presidents and paupers will soon day all give a knee
And the revulsion of my being will yield beauty for all to see.

*In Greek mythology, the Chimera is a monstrous creature made of the parts of multiple animals. The term chimera is often used to describe things that have combined attributes from different sources. I use it as an allegory to how God forms us from our different tragedies and experiences.

stockholm syndrome

stockholm syndrome

I’m not easily affected by ignorance outside of me. I’ve learned that I can only affect the world around me by being the “change I want to see.” I try not to get caught up in debates that have become trivial over time and argument, such as with the casual use of the N-word.

If “random black person” wants to flaunt his/her ignorance and/or disrespect of their own culture and American history, so be it. It’s not my business. BUT when my 11-year old develops an affinity towards hip hop, it’s only a matter of time before I have to engage in the… N-word talk.

For clarity’s sake, the N-word is not referring to North, Nitrogen, or Nadine. The N-word refers to the denigrating word, nigger, nigga, niglet, or any variant of such. The word is most commonly used in a hip hop culture where a majority of the consumers are white. And because of the influence that music has on pop culture, it is also just as common to hear the word in casual language among both young and old, educated and non, and black and (gasp)… white.

Historically, the N-word has been used in a pejorative context referring to black people or people of darker hued skin. It played a starring role in the raping, lynching, emasculation, misogamy, and discrimination of a culture of people. It was spit in the face. It was fire hose to the body. It is a bitter word that carries with it the memory of hate and an action that held minorities captive for far too long. So how is it that people of any origin think that they can speak the word with any expression of favor or affinity?

It reminds me of another piece of history that was the summer of 1973 when three women and one man were taken hostage during a botched robbery at one of the largest banks in Stockholm, Sweden. They were held captive for six days and surprisingly, resisted attempts at their rescue. Even stranger, they refused to testify against their two captors, raised money for their legal defense, and one of the hostages allegedly became engaged to one of her jailed captors. This class of behavior was later coined as “Stockholm Syndrome.”

While hypertension and AIDS are aggressive protagonists in our communities, this “Stockholm Syndrome” is playing a more subtle role of destruction from the inside-out. I believe that there is a great power in words and that we eventually become who we say we are. I am not an N-word nor are my sons. It is imperative that they know that. We need to be more aware of what our children and we take in and reflect.

And I won’t delve into the double standard of how one group can say the N-word while another group (white) is forbidden to even mumble it. That makes NO sense. Should the word be banned? No. It is a part of American history – the same history that “random black person” seems to be ignorant of.

If you know where you came from, you will walk with a greater sense of pride of who are you and what you will be. “Can both fresh water and salt water flow from the same spring?” Probably not.

Mahatma Gandhi – “Be the change you want to see in the world.”

happy NaNoWriMo

Sunlight peers from behind a drifting cloud but the sharp bite of a pre-winter wind remarks that this is indeed the dawn of November and the beginning of National Novel Writers Month or NaNoWriMo.

Last year as a participant of NaNoWriMo, I began writing my first novel, Pious. I have since completed that tale and am working on painting the cover for it now. AND I am happy to announce that Pious will see bookshelves and your happy little hands in spring of 2010. Yay!

So be encouraged, NaNoWriMo-ians and fear not. The journey is the fun part so write on.

running with a pencil

You can tell what you trust by the things that you fear.” – Jon Foreman

passenger-side driving

This passenger-side driving
Alludes that I’m not so in control
The floorboards won’t slow my descent
And the dashboard won’t steer my fold

While my sanity is bleeding
And injustice is on the walk
I try hard not to feel
I try hard not to talk

This passenger-side driving
Has me impatient to make my mark
But it’s all about the journey I hear
Not where you stop or start

So stops and yields and showoff peels
And drive thru meals and an influx of steel
To the tune of white noise and legislative frills
Remind me to be still. Just be still. Be still. Still.