The Return Of The Hummingbird
Posted by Relentless on May 27th, 2014
We are frustrated human beings. we don’t know how to exercise discipline in how we communicate. Once communication has faltered, then it is a matter of respect and the ability to exhibit respect on the most basic level. But once the respect is lost, then we bottom-out to what we all are at the foundation. #animals
I learned a long time ago that in the desert there are hummingbirds and vultures. I had to decide whether I would be the deadliest vulture or the most peaceful/resourceful hummingbird.
On occasion I’d forget and digress to the primitive, predatory vulture’s ways/mostly as a preventive measure/not that I’d go out looking for trouble. But for the most part, and ultimately, I’m comfortable enough and wise enough to know that I will reach more people and effect more change by staying positive. Being the hummingbird means being resourceful and helping others. Being the hummingbird means giving and receiving love. It means compassion and concern and affection.
Being a hummingbird is really a self-affirming way to live, breathe and co-exist in harmony with others. Its a healing existence; something very natural to all of us.
Our cuts must heal in peace. Our minds must heal in peace. At night, we must sleep in peace in order to feel refreshed in the morning. The hummingbird: Its that soothing existence. Its therapeutic and allows for meditation. It means balance and purpose as apposed to the erratic, impulsive ways that we human beings can become (at our worst). Instead of irrational behavior and malice aforethought, we can assume confidence when we’re walking and performing in accordance with nature’s laws. Gravity. Attraction. Correspondence. Nature. These laws are bountiful ones that apply to EVERYONE. There’s no getting around them. There’s no talking your way out of them. This isn’t a religious sect or cult. These are realities that are part of our everyday existence, whether you wake up or not. They insure quality of life. Adhering to them means “in-tune” and “harmonious.” And as much as we all have these muddied pasts (or that we’ve avoided and/or side-stepped them), there is something called “growth” and “maturity” that awaits us.
There will be a day in your life when you embrace the necessary changes that keep with a certain purpose and a certain “walk” in life. You may hafta get popped upside the head to recognize it. You may hafta have a near-tragic accident.
It may be the loss of a loved one and your new realization of mortality. No matter what the significant emotional event, you will inevitably (and hopefully) land here… at peace.
If you’re a writer like me, you can easily release through the vessel that is your passion. Same with musicians or artists. You can live that other life in a sort of therapeutic push towards flushing out the old. As a writer I can vicariously take on characters in my books. I can live thru them to release certain pain and anger and hostility. However in person/in real-time, I need to be able to separate the fiction from the nonfiction. I need to exercise the utmost discipline and to keep it positive as much as possible, and to further grow and protect my wealth of resources. There are so many images and sounds and experiences that make up this jaded, tattered tapestry that lines the walls of our minds and many times causes us to “act out” or “flip.” You do have the ability to make those adjustments in your life. Remember: YOUR PAST DOES NOT EQUAL YOUR FUTURE. There is so much pain and misery and deception in our communities that many of us find comfort there/something like a dog sleeping comfortably. We are sucked-in to the “haves” verses the “have nots” argument, the “who’s better than who” argument, and the “who’s stronger” argument. I worked hard to earn my wealth of resources. I will no longer surrender to those practices, the lunacy or the challenges of those other lost souls/the others who are (or who think they are vultures; the lowest inhabitants of our animal kingdom. Yes, we have learned to speak, however knowing the language is not quite the same as using or putting the language to work. And so I put it to work in the most productive, the most positive ways I know how. Because life is too short for anything else. #relentlessaaron #blackinstagram #conyersgeorgia #publishedauthor #thegormetauthor #urbanlitking #urbanlit #blacktwitter #inspiring #entrepreneur #writer #inspiring #lifecoach #mountvernonnewyork
5 WAYS TO PREVENT THE MASS-KILLING YOU’RE PLANNING
Posted by Relentless on May 24th, 2014
if you are not interacting with people, then what are you doing to fill that void? Are you just enjoying that idle time. Are you the progressive/productive type that appreciates digging into a pile of work, not one to squander idle time? Maybe. However, if none of this applies to you then, somebody/somewhere might be a little “backed-up.”
My Random Disco Outburst! Dancin Like Travolta (in my mind) 5 Hits You Can’t Miss!
Posted by Relentless on May 20th, 2014
I felt like a disco ball a few minutes ago, so I compiled a short list of favorites. What’s YOUR favorite 70’s DISCO hit? I’d like to know.
If You Happen To Be Anywhere East of Atlanta (Conyers – Jazz – Starbucks)
Posted by Relentless on May 19th, 2014
It all begins this week in Conyers. The Starbucks franchise that I call “Home” is adopting wine, beer and the various foods that are served with the menu. Its a big deal because there’s nowhere to lounge, have conversation, under comfortable circumstances (not in Conyers, Ga, anyway). Moreover, this will attract new customers, and new customers means new relationships…same town. Just all sorts of possibilities in new relationships. And now that I’ll be producing additional events here in the store, see ConyersJazz.com, this is gonna be a blast! #Excited.
I Put In Work For Hip Hop Artists, R&B Greats, Jazz Legends and Much More!
Posted by Relentless on May 12th, 2014
Here’s a DAMNED GOOD LAUGH if you know Beyonce, Jay-Z & Solange
Posted by Relentless on May 12th, 2014
The Internet ROARED TODAY with the news that Beyonce’s sister, Solange Knowles, “attacked” her brother in-law in an elevator/security and all. Here’s the video (below) and what the world had to say about it…
#WHATJAYZSAIDTOSOLANGE “Security guards wives not allowed on the elevator”
“If you’re here, who’s watching Blue?”
“Go ahead, strike a hit. I can’t remember the last time you did that anyway”
“Can I borrow one of your grammys? Blu need a new sippy cup”
“You are the Tito of your family”
“the buttons on this elevator got more hits than you”
“Blue got more fans than you”
“I can live with a 10% family discount for our concert tickets but that’s it”
“Michelle sold more records than you”
“this elevator is full can you catch the next 1?”
Time To Go – The RV Is Officially Up For Sale!
Posted by Relentless on May 10th, 2014
Awesome Camper/Motor Home Deal! Selling Old, Buying New RV – $4900 (Conyers)
My RV is in Great condition, and it has served me WELL. The money I’ve saved, the women I’ve laid, the business deals, all the home-cooked meals…
My RV got me front page news, its a haven from the blues, a world I choose. The peace of mind I feel allows me to express my truth…
I’ve written books here, shot films here, and thank God no collisions with any deer. No I don’ smoke and I don’t drink beer, but a glass of wine now and then, especially to bring in the year.
I am purchasing a newer model motor home real soon. Its got all the immunities, except way more room. The next level in my life, 2 levels before the moon. And I’ll travel a little, maybe sing some tunes.
But for now I must say farewell to my friend. She’s served me well/on her I’d depend.
“Old Reliable” should be her nickname, and thanks to Breaking Bad for all the “meth-lab fame.”
Its the end of an era, Relentless you did that! From a cargo van, to a camper in 2 yrs flat.
A museum should own this! Yup, in time you’ll see… the work I’ve done will make history!
FIRST COME FIRST SERVED! It can be used as a home or an office on wheels! I just had a rebuilt transmission put in/January, so it runs smooth and is great on gas. I had a starter, alternator, and new batteries installed. My RV also has all the amenities such as the refrigerator/freezer, surround-sound entertainment, shower & bathroom, kitchenette, microwave & stove. Theres lots of storage. I currently used as it as my home; but I’m now moving to a new residence. The unit has a full sleeper in the rear for adult(s). Room for two kids in a 2nd sleeper. The tires are good. The vehicle is ready to drive on short or long trips. It has 45,000 miles and can stand a couple hundred thousand more! Working generator; heat and AC also works fine. 1984 Chevy Strong 450 engine
Update: I’ve decided to keep the RV
A Look Back At My Thoughts Inside of a Failing Marriage
Posted by Relentless on May 10th, 2014
Let me begin with saying that these older posts and posting them is therapeutic, if not insightful. They give me another look into the mind I’ve developed from and a greater perspective on my own personal growth.
“Back To Back”
Dear Diary: I know that so many people must be going through this very situation. My significant other is right there in the bed next to me, except we’re sleeping back-to-back. I’m sure she’s frustrated since I’m in her way, in the very space where another caring, affectionate man could be. And I’m sure as hell just as frustrated, because I know that I could have it all, too. I know there’s a down-to-earth woman out there who has the affection I need, but her place in bed next to me is occupied. Basically, we’re both in a place we don’t want to be in and we’re making each other sick to our stomachs, enough so that we have to sleep back-to-back.
As the saying goes, it takes two to tango. And I know that I’m as much at fault as she is, with as much potential and ability as she has, to turn over in the bed and say
“baby, this is silly. Why don’t we just both make the effort to fix this before it gets out of hand. Why don’t we just look for those feelings we once had and try to at least fake our way through this until it becomes normal again to love and hold one another.”
But my thoughts are getting in the way just as much as hers. Just as she is, I’m thinking about all the foul things that have been said. Just as she is, I’m thinking about a better life, the new love, the fresh start and the appreciation that I could indeed receive from that next mass of walking, talking human energy; an energy that is unconditional, a woman who can appreciate the total man that I am and that I aim to be. I know I deserve this and that I can have this. I don’t have to put up with her fair-weather faith in my dreams, hopes and wherewithal to succeed. I don’t have to put up with her blatant disregard for the information age and how necessary it all is to us. Jesus, the woman doesn’t even have an e-mail address. I set up a Myspace page for her, and that is even outside of her ability to understand or to indulge.
But there are other issues here. We’re married, with responsibilities. Our children. We made two of them. And they’ve grown into intelligent, self-motivated, achievers with their very own dreams and ambitions. The children are not mistakes; they look like the two of us; they both have our various attributes; our son has his mother’s quick wit. Our daughter is just as quick-witted, except that she is a lot more patient and cunning and calculating than her brother. That is not to say that she is all-the-way patient, just that she is more patient than he. I can’t quite say why our son is such a klutz sometimes; I guess it just is what it is. The whole point here is that we made these two children intentionally, in a one-bedroom apartment, over ten years ago, when love and passion was waaaaaaay more abundant than money. And now, more than ten years later, women are throwing pussy at me just as much as men are throwing money and promise at her. All of that temptation only makes it harder to focus on togetherness and unity. Couple that with the challenging time we have paying bills, and you have a fucking fiasco in the making. At one point, I would’ve given everything I had to maintain this relationship. But now, with the promises of 7-figure earnings strolling down my path, and with more possibility and more encouragement than ever to just wing it as a single man once again, it makes things so much more convenient to just walk the fuck out of this storm. I can almost smell a bed of roses right around the corner.
And yet, while all of that feels so appealing, and while all of these mixed emotions are driving me insane, I can say I still love this bitch to death. She puts it down like no other woman I know. Kinky sex. Cooking. Housekeeping. All the stuff an above-average chick on the side is gonna envy until it oozes out of her perky tits. Plus, I know in my heart that I’ve contributed so much to the woman that she is, and the family that we are. Okay sure, the left side of my brain can come up with all sorts of excuses why this shit is going down hill. But, that’s a common man’s thinking. That’s for the weak dude who can’t find an ounce of discipline in his body. Now, it’s up to me to find that old flame. It’s up to me to be the driver and to urge towards solution and glue this thing together. No, she hasn’t thrown a knife at me, and she hasn’t created a mess with irreversible acts such as breaking precious memorabilia, or worse. It’s only this back to back thing that has pulled us apart. Can I be the stronger one and reverse this silly shit? Can I be the man, (with all my ego and cock-strong affirmations in life), to the point that I can control something that seems to have gotten out of control?
She said some slick, intelligent Dr. Phil-shit last night: “It all starts right here. The karma you have here in the home will follow you wherever you go and in whatever you do.” And I’m thinking, well if you’re that intelligent, why the hell don’t you work towards fixing this! Weren’t you the one that said “we don’t have a relationship” just hours earlier? I’m saying karma? And I’m thinking about just a week ago, how I woke this woman up out of a deep sleep only to press my face between her legs to the point of orgasm. This woman was reaching for things that were never within reach, so satisfied with how I “serviced” her. Okay, so sex isn’t necessarily affection, but I’ll be damned if it ain’t close.
There are just a few more days of relaxation since the kids are out of school. It’s the holidays. Things are in play-it-by-ear mode. And the payday is that much closer to getting us the house we want and the lifestyle we aspire for. So, no haste here, buddy. Hold on tight before this woman drives you mad. The world is counting on you to succeed, and twice as many people are watching and waiting for your demise. Hold tight young warrior, and remember the really tough times you’ve survived. Does this small feud match the death-defying battles you’ve won in your life? Does this misunderstanding even come close to the great sacrifices you’ve made and the struggle you’ve endured? Naw. Cross over that hurdle for a hug. Get past that karma-comment for a kiss. And match that negative energy with your raw emotions. Because, after all, you are not like other men. You are Relentless.
The right brain is taking over again.