I have recently learned that life is not about being perfect. It is about doing what you love. In that self love you create an idealized version of perfection and realize that it is you.
I have many performances lined up and am very grateful for that. Saturday, August 8th I will be performing all new original songs as well as some spoken word.
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Sometimes hate is masked in ageism. Being a few years younger doesn’t automatically discount a persons actions or wisdom. There is something to learn from everyone regardless of age, socioeconomic status, education or race. When a person over 30 does something childlike they’re considered fun, but if a person in their 20s does the same guess who’s the first to call them immature? If anything the older persons interest in a younger persons age only shows the saltiness of their feelings. Don’t discredit others due to their age. This goes both ways. Its the same as any other form of ism. Its prejudice that stems out of self hate. If ever you find yourself judging another based on age please take a good hard look at yourself, because your constant jabs about age have nothing to do with the person and everything to do with your existential crisis and jealousy in knowing that a few years back you weren’t nearly as successful or happy as the person you are criticizing.
Age-Ism
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When was the last time you left yourself alone?
To know what rumbles inside you, rather than around you.
We pride ourselves on knowing so much more than our neighbors.
Yet our own thoughts are jumbles of information.
Trapped wavelengths bouncing back and forth disturbing our inner peace.
We lost the art of being alone.
Even when we have to shit and forget our phones, we are faced with anxiety.
We are addicted to being better than and create a cage in our own lives then forget how to live it.
When was the last time you left yourself alone?
Quiet
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It’s paradise.
The waters are clear, the mountains are high and the food is hearty.
And the people, ohh we know how to party.
Every swerve of the hip and sip of Brugal serves as electro shock therapy.
Seizures provide relief from our collective psychiatric illness.
Electroconvulsive therapy, what a controversial psychiatric treatment.
With side effects such as long term memory loss and confusion it helps us live in our illusions.
That the reason why we can’t swim the clear waters is due to its tides, not to our pride.
Or to our belief that hair straighteners, perms, clip-ons and added heat will finally make us white.
So we live on an island that’s made for the people we wish to be.
They swim in our waters without worrying about their mane,
and leave their profits to the Spanish while our people live in famish.
White eggs dissolve our horrid past while we read tazas to ensure our future.
We treasure tradition while forgetting its origins.
We are shams in our own culture.
Our noses, our butts, our hair and thunder thighs were made to occupy the entire vicinity of our space bubble.
So much so that we have no choice but to hug, feel and love those living in the same struggle.
The waters are clear, the mountains are high and the food is hearty.
But our future much like our past is murky.
For generations we’ve been brainwashed by a man who wanted nothing more than to be someone else.
Wanted nothing more than to wake up and see a land reflective of the person he wished to be.
Like a horrible parent he made his children feel useless, powerless and orphans in their own skin.
And just like that his children learned to treat their kin.
Cycles of abuse created mental disorders that we can no longer treat on our own.
Conventional therapy cannot aid those who were raised by their government to fear the sound of their own voice.
With every twitch and convulsion we are relieved of our disorders.
When the sun comes down with it so does the pain of living in a land that isn’t ours.
The only red we see is that of the sunset and velvet ropes that stand in front of our most prominent discotecas.
It’s paradise.
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I always wanted to run wild, but was too afraid. When a circus performer learns how to walk the tightrope there is always a safety net waiting below. It is inevitable that they will fall. Only after walking the rope with a net below their feet do they sometimes have the courage to walk without it.
I was forced to go out on the ring without a safety net below my feet, and therefore never took risks. When a bone broke I took care of it both emotionally and physically. There were times where I would twist an ankle and literally keep running in hopes that it would fix itself. Fortunately for me sometimes you do just have to run it off.
Recently I turned 26. At this age I have friends who have been divorced, recently married, just had kids and have experienced a lot of loss. I am very grateful that I have not experienced much of either as of late,because this is the way I plan to live my life for now. But whenever I am asked to fill out a form and there is an option underneath sex that asks me to check a box with my age group I feel like part of the world is collapsing. To skip past the 18-25 age range and click on the 26-35 age group hurts a little. It is not the age that bothers me. It is the fact that I spent my time in the 18-25 age group building my safety net and now that I am able to finally use it I am afraid to do so, because I don’t want to ruin what I have created.
So lately I have decided that I am ready to walk the tightrope. It’s odd how it takes longer for a safety net to be built and placed than it does for you to walk above it. After decades of work I have finally created my net and rather than sit and rest I think it would be best to use it.
It’s best to keep going in life and not become exhausted in the preparation. This is how we forget the reason the net was created in the first place. Not all of us have to build our nets. But nets are there so that they can be used. Peace of mind is great, but regret will make you forget you ever knew peace to begin with.
I will be writing periodically, but not as often this summer. I am currently looking for a band in the NYC area and would like to do more singing. I’ve been a music nomad, but I would love to have a group with which I can connect and make music regularly. A group without competition or mean-girl attitudes. A group that loves music and life more than they love the spotlight. A collection of soul, funk and rock.
It is time for the metaphorical beat to drop in my life. Maybe I will skydive into a desert next year, maybe not. But I will sure as hell try.
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