Tuesday, December 31, 2013

When "Individuality" Is a Contrived, Regurgitated "Principle" Belonging to Another Party...

Over the length and width of my 23 years, I’ve grasped, witnessed, and experienced first-hand that double-standards can immensely (and too often do) affect a person or group of people, despite their history, gender, cultural makeup, social class, upbringing, etc.

What is particularly riveting about much of this is that even within the confines of a distinct community - namely minority or disenfranchised communities - these same double-standards that are almost entirely imposed from external sources have managed to embed themselves into the very foundations of said sects of people, which, in turn, are imparted to the generations that come after, and so on. This creates a continuum of bias and prejudice that may not have been present, had there been no influence otherwise, and becomes increasingly challenging to reverse as the years pass.

It’s not arduous to understand, really; it’s more a pity that it is permitted, ignored, or brazenly denied. (And you will see why in a minute.)

In such cases, I am making direct reference to the LGBT+ community, specifically gay/bisexual men or MSM (men who have sex with men).

Those of you without much knowledge or personal acquaintance with the community are likely to solely be exposed to the smiles and sunshine of things: the media and other outlets strategically portray the community at large to pride itself on acceptance and inclusivity of all who either identify as LGBT+ or are merely “different.” And while there may lay a great deal of empiricism behind the notion, there is still so much neglected that has yet to be addressed within its own factions, ESPECIALLY when SEX is involved.

Here, we find that the dichotomous gender-roles derivative of those that identify as cisgender and heterosexual are imbued unto most of us at such a young age, gay and straight: blue is for boys, pink is for girls, etc. I’d be willing to bet that over 99% of us are taught from vernal ages that boys can and WILL be sexual beings, and that girls are prohibited from even a thought of masturbation. As we grow into adolescents, the vast majority of us begin to experiment, and we are directly AND subconsciously indoctrinated by sexist traditions that only grow stronger and more pronounced as we age into adulthood.

Allow me to explain.

A man that has sex with multiple women is a “ladies man”. He’s “THE man.” He’s got “the touch,” is “blessed,” can “play the game” and “do it right.” Conversely, a woman doing the same thing with multiple men is 10 times out of 10 branded, chastised, condemned, “nasty,” tarred-and-feathered, and ultimately, “unsuitable” to make a wife/undesirable to settle down with in the long run. You have to be from Mars to be nescient of what it is I am speaking. *Haha*

Well, interestingly enough, these same double-standards hold true to the vast majority of gay/bisexual men and MSM.

Allow me to break this down for you…

-ahem-

You see - for those of you that are unaware – in the gay community, those that engage in sex are austerely divided into three primary groups: tops (otherwise known as the assertive, inserting partner), bottoms (the passive, receptive partner), and the versatiles, or rather, "vers" (those that are inclined to, as they say, “flip-fuck”). There are variations of the sort that find homes between the three mentioned, but the same double-standard can be applied (though severity may vary).

Which leads me to my next point…

Men that classify themselves as tops that happen to get a lot of ass action are typically idolized in the same manner that heterosexual men are; if a top man mounts many-a-bottom, he is often viewed and regarded as a “player,” a “suave, smooth-talker,” “man’s man” (which is a term that can be interpreted in many dissimilar ways), etc. Presumably (and ignorantly), he is typified as an athlete/jock, beer drinking, sports fanatic, car-obsessed piece of man meat with a jaw and chin line with which he can sculpt rocks. And humorously enough, many of these guys feel entitled to the same esteem as their heterosexual counterparts so effortlessly are. (However, this viewpoint of the aforementioned is shifting towards a more unfavorable outlook.)

Diametrically opposite him is the bottom (bottomus receptivus as I myself have named us), or men that are welcoming to a partner’s phallus (or other objects for stimulation). Those of us that categorize ourselves as bottoms are frequently forced to walk on eggshells in terms of sex and any act thereof that follows or leads to it. If you are a bottom that has the propensity to get – as the saying goes – “dicked-down” by a sizeable (pun semi-intended) number of tops and the like, immediately, you are labeled a SLUT. You’re “diseased” and defamed. You’re “loosey goosey,” a “whore,” or more tastelessly “a hole”, “the village bicycle”, etc. The judgment intensifies if you are a “size-queen” (much to the similar judgment of women with the same preference). BUT unlike the same point of tops, it was and still is NEVER “in-style” or “cool” for a bottom to be so unchaste. We are (ignorantly) assumed to be the dainty, makeup-wearing, purse carrying, Madonna and Gaga fans of the community.

This almost goes without saying that personally, I feel versatile men can get away with a little bit more than those of us that are “total” tops or “total” bottoms. Much like the bisexuals of the LGBT+, not much is discussed around the topic of versatility when it comes to sexual “virtue,” as it is almost considered “that gray area.” And if it is, the conversation manages to find its way back to the strict tops and bottoms of the community. But that’s another story for another day.

Now, falling back to the gender-binary of sex that the heterosexist traditions have “gifted” us gay men (tops and bottoms), can you now see the congruency of noxious double-standards that have seeped their way into the minds of the LGBT+ community? Too many are impervious of the realities, as their only basis for comparison has been heterosexual sexual intercourse.

What’s comical (and even a bit trivial) about all of this is that WE ARE MALES. WE ALL HAVE PENISES (this is speaking strictly from a biological gay/bisexual male perspective; but I would presume transmen are not immune to these same rueful realities). There is NOTHING masculine about putting your penis inside ANOTHER MAN’S ANUS. There is NOTHING feminine about identifying as a male and HAVING A PENIS. The same discriminatory opinions and “ideals” of the sexist traditions have been directly AND subconsciously ingrained within the lot of our own opinions and ideals. By and large, we’re really not “individuals” (as the self-proclaimed insistence goes), but by-products of a community opposite ours that largely opposes us and our very existence.  Our mannerisms and conduct is not dictated by who we are, our own intuition, and what WE FEEL IS RIGHT, but by what the heteronormative “standard” deems acceptable. It’s profoundly unfair, unjust, and inhibiting to us as LGBT+ people.

In closing, it’s going to be 2014. Can the LGBT+ community really afford to continue promoting (whether intentionally or not) the same prejudices that come from a group that still has the prowess and dexterity to hinder us from obtaining the equality we desire and demand?

And if so, how can we expect the outside world to accept or tolerate us, when we ourselves are out in social settings, in our heads, in the privacy of our own homes harboring the same double-standards and hate against EACH OTHER that comes from the very people we are pitted against?

Not much logic can be found here. I believe we are LONG OVERDUE for a sexual revolution. It’s our turn and the time is NOW. The decision is really all up to US.

Leave the blue and pink “rule” to straight people.

Happy New Year


Reki*



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Saturday, November 30, 2013

Thursday, October 31, 2013

What I've Felt Since You Left...

Dialogue
How could You allow it to happen?
Permit Your hasty repossession of a borrowed heart and soul
Whom doth belonged to a family
Here on Earth?
Through my discourse with her
And You
Leading into her final days
I am befuddled that much more following her death
And by Your will
Repossession of our Mother for which You only lent
And left my shattered Father
My despondent, helpless Father whom I love just as much as her
You have left him deserted
Fearful
And shattered
Not merely broken in two by the tangible separation
But shattered
Because what is he to do now?
Other than feel the barren void You have so precisely bestowed unto him?
How can anyone understand him now
Now that she – the only one who ever did – is gone?
Back in Your possession?
His days stripped of their usual meaning
Love of a dear wife
Life partner
And I incessantly question You
And Your decisions to “look after” those in similar situations
Grant them longer opportunities
To continue being such figures in their families
But her
Were You not doing the same?
Looking out for her?
Shit – at least there could have been another way
A less painful
Miserable
Humiliating
Debilitating
More peaceful way for You to fucking take her
Because look what’s left
The longest (hardly) three months of my fucking life
Look what You left in Your wake
A family in mourning
Missing the strongest link
And it is without question
That I will continue
Transition into this new phase
But not without her – NEVER
Because to be frank
I don’t give a fuck that she had always been Yours
As far as I’m concerned
For 22 years she was mine HERE
And it pains me knowing that Your authority wields the ability to take back whenever You so desire
As if our pleads were muffled, then dismissed by Your ego
As if You didn’t even consider
Didn’t give it a chance
Her
Another chance
So go on with Your bad self
My anger may subside
But this desolation won’t
And neither will I ever understand
I may come to terms
And make peace
But I will never understand why You took her back so soon


Connect Here
I was there at the train station
Waiting diligently to go home
Reading words and ideas from another time
In a different part of the world
I grew tired of sitting –
(Funny as that may be because of the mere fact that that is usually what one does when tired – sits)
- Closed my book and stood a foot from the yellow line
When a gust of artifice brushed past me
I was instantly struck
Hypnotized, almost
And began to question
If the arrival of death
Is much like that of the arrival of a train
As I waited in the same spot
And began to wander off in my imagination
The gust intensified from a whisper
To a roaring wind cool to the touch on every exposed part of me
Death was quickly approaching
All at once
The environment ceased its commotion
And it felt as though the entire world and its inhabitants
Were suspended in that moment
And death was coming
All too fast
But now
All too slow
Simultaneously
And not fast enough
As if to suspend me too
Because I was expecting it
Bracing myself for his entrance
Bursting through that tunnel
A whirlwind has picked up now
And I can hear the echo of a unique battle cry
Three times in a row
He’s right around the corner
As I can faintly see The Light
No need to head for it – it’s going to find me anyway
Encapsulated by its radiance
Because finally
Off in the distance
He is there
Swiping up those in his path
Those in waiting
Battle cries
And the muscle of the cyclone could easily level out any terrain
And the light just grows and grows brighter and brighter
I stand ready and willing
With open arms
Fixed on that beam of light
Comparable
To the flashing of one’s own life and existence
Because death has found me now – there’s no escape
Nothing left to do but to let it rush past me with all the velocity is has built upon
Collecting my soul with all the others
Much like he did with your own
Such an imperative part of life
Equally as important as birth
And with one swift motion
My mind is swept off its feet in the direction of travel past me
Though I open my eyes
It all comes to a succinct stop
The doors to the train open as well
And I step inside
Ready for the next part of my journey
Home


Unremitting Ascension
I don’t know whether to be happy you’re free
Or mourn that you died
But suddenly
It’s as if I understand
Both
I open my eyes
And everything looks so different
So colorful
And animated and lively
And bigger and broader
And in some form of inexplicable sense
Happier
As if a bucket of paint
With your name on it
Was purposefully strewn across a canvas
Reaching every corner
Adorning every blank inch
As it thirsted for any kind of personality
And distinction
With your enlivened eyes
And equanimous smile bright enough to serve as my North Star
Your ravenous hair blowing in the tranquility of the breeze
And your joyous laughter and rapturous heartbeat
More thrilling, expectant, and rhythmic than any music I’ve ever known
All in the spectrum of hues
You’ve decorated my world with yourself
Incarnate
You are eternity
You truly continue to live
Born again, almost
Transformed, completely
Surviving from your earthly loss
Reveling in how much you’ve acquired from it
And what you’ve been able to impart unto your children
A mother, you were born to be
For I cannot think of any other woman more suitable
More saintly
More perfect
Than you
My Mommy
And those very things
In which you’ve always been capable
You are now and forevermore
Master of
You have accessed
Life force
And I can only imagine what life does in fact look like from where you stand
Because the refinement you’ve given mine
Is one only a mother
You, MY Mother
Could provide
You’ve given me life
In the most modest and literal
Yet most meticulous ways
You’ve given me the air I breathe
And have taken it away just the same
You’ve covered every step
Every foot of ground
Direct
And indirect
Everything
In such short span of time
The womb to which my first home was declared
To the roof that I am writing underneath
Meeting somewhere in the middle
You are the life-sustaining water I drink
The beautiful flowers that bloom each spring
The lush pillow I rest my head on at night
The sun, the moon, and the stars
Perpetual and metaphysical
Manifesting into the temporal
And I am so inspired
And undividedly entranced
Because you are eternity
Mommy





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Monday, September 16, 2013

#LifeIsButADream

Five years ago I was at the center of infamy and ill-repute, pummeled with attention from my hometown and my own community for all the wrong reasons.

Five years later, here I am in Los Angeles getting ready for my BIG 2013 Los Angeles Equality Awards performance (along with a laundry list of other performances I'm suiting up for). Now I'm at the receiving end of attention worth working and fighting for. They've got their watchful eye on me. ;)

Go on, check it out: http://eqcaawards.org/los-angeles-awards/

Big break. *wink*wink*

Climbing the Totem Pole,

Reki*


Saturday, August 31, 2013

8.2.13 - My Anxiety Attack

Fractured
Scattered into fractured pieces
In and out
The room grew and shrunk
Inhaled, then swallowed me whole
The air struggled to fill these lungs
And required even more exertion to expel
My tongue silenced
Though I attempted to articulate

Hardly am I ever at a loss
Dumbstruck
Scattered into fractured pieces
My body overcome by kinetic
Frenetic
And frantic energy
Feeling as though surely I’d rip at my seams
In every direction
And my brain possessed by the urgent desire to sleep

Somewhere in-between it all
I did
But like a comatose
My mind and senses still active and conscious
As my body
Idly rested
Willed or not
And internally
Scattered into fractured pieces

Where was I?
And where did I go?
You phone me
She texts me
Dad tells me

I’m awake?
I’m here at Robert’s on his couch
Spinning gently
But I cannot translate
Compute
What sounds like nothing but noise on your end
Sure
I’ll be waiting here when you arrive
Fractured into scattered pieces

Composure slightly finds its way to me
As I sit up and begin to pray
Meditate
And focus
Explaining to Liz my methods
Beliefs and charms
And with the slightest friction
These beads crackle in unison

But I’m scattered
Scattered into fractured pieces

Nothing but tears

And in the pervasive, deafening silence
She calls for me…

You call my name
That angelic voice














































“Eric…”






















































"...Mommy?"

The longest split-second I’ve ever lived
Eternal flash
As I look up
You are there
In the distance
And so very close to me, the same
Mystifying light surrounds you and is present in the background
Blinding
Positioned over me

In that split second
You were facing me
But your body ever-so-subtly to your left
Your posture a bit inverted

Right then
Right there
You looked me directly in the eyes
Directly to my scattered, fractured soul
Your expression neither that of peace
Nor that of pain
Not a word spoken
Though I understood
Your message
Still so pertinent
And current

You’re still 1600 miles away
Locked in a battle
Like you’re mid-point
Hanging in the balance

But you found your way to reach me
To find me in scattered, fractured pieces

This eternal moment in time
Lasting but a heartbeat
Our heartbeats
As one

And though I questioned if it were over
Something about the state you were in
Metaphysically
And the emotions you conveyed
Connoted your tangible existence
Persists, as it has been

And once the very second came to pass
“My final good-byes” in a voice that was my own
But some other young man’s
Simultaneously sung in my head --

“WAIT!”


A ray of light hits me again
Sheer FORCE
Like a wrecking ball right to my chest
My vision disabled
My lungs robbed of oxygen
And the torrent burst from these eyes

You vanish

My soul is being tugged
Brutally
Unmercifully tugged
Though my body begins to contort
Implode
I’m set ablaze
Prickled and stabbed intrinsically
So intensely
Pain siphoned to this heart of mine like being ravaged by a dagger
I can’t feel my anterior
So desensitized
But somehow
Relentless anguish
External trauma

Where is my mouth?
My hands like cement
My legs in a frenzy
My heart and pulse escalating
My entire body on the verge of combustion
And as if through another set of eyes I could see my own self on that couch
I cry out for you
I shout for you
And it hurt me on every conceivable level
As Robert and Liz sought control
Reassurance
For my scattered, fractured pieces

And I just broke…



You touched me
You touched me, Mommy
You got to see Your Baby Boy
Projection
Ethereal
Astral
I met you in another world

And you still want me to help
To hold
To sing to you

You touched my soul, Mommy
You saw Your Little Songbird’s inner force
You found my essence, my life
Found your way to me from where you are
Saw my fractured, scattered pieces

And though I made it back
As the music next door crept its way through my being and moved right into me
Replaced my violent convulses with rhythmic rolls
Restored me
And over two hours lapsed over me
I made it back here
And I can still hear you
Can still see you
I made it back here
And I’m coming now
I’m answering you
I’m on my way, Mommy
So hang in there
I’m coming to save all that I can
Because now I feel you everywhere
And you’re telling me it’s yet to be finished
Just one more time
One last colossal push
Find it in you
To find yourself underneath it all again

Though you too
Are scattered into fractured pieces

Everything
In this world to me



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Wednesday, July 31, 2013

What I've Learned Since Living In LA Is...

Before I dive into this post, I just wanna give a PRODIGIOUS thank you to ALL OF YOU that have been reading this blog, as I’ve reached an all-time-high and broken my old record (in a matter of just 10 days!) regarding blog views for the entire month of July. THANK YOU! You really have no clue how much I appreciate it! <3

Moving on to our regularly scheduled program… You may wanna give your complete and undivided attention to this, as I am about to rock your intellectual world (and hopefully change your life/attitude for the better).

Fate & Destiny: the population at large uses the two terms interchangeably; funny thing about these words is that they’re highly misunderstood, as I’ve recently been able to wrap my ridiculously open, vast mind around because of life events that have had their way of happening to lil ‘ole me. Please allow me to shed a little light for you, my lovely reader. I’m about to give you some insight as to what it’s like living the life that I in fact live; and I’m going to do it by exercising my personal beliefs and said experiences to emphatically drive this point home. With that being said, this is going to be a HELL OF A LOT EASIER if you too possess an open mind.

Buckle your seat belt.

Now, I am uncertain what it is that you, reading this, perceive as reality - but I believe in the power of free will and autonomy (and thought). In the past, it was quite the opposite, as I was convinced that the way life unfolded for mankind was a matter of either luck, the singular higher power, or just the multiverse hitting “autopilot” and kicking its feet up (and I was no exception.) Basically, whatever was written in the stars – or predestined – was “martial law,” if you will, and therefore, out of the scope of authority, the ONLY, the ALPHA and OMEGA of one’s own life and existence on this very planet, and that there was no objection to or changing it.

Then, at another point in life, I believed it to be a messed up concoction of all three.

Later on at around the age of 18 I learned of the POWERFUL, ever-present, and omnipotent universe’s Law of Attraction. Look it up sometime. If you’ve never heard, essentially, it formulates that “like attracts like,” primarily through thoughts, because thoughts, like everything else that is, has ever been, or will be, contain vibrations and frequencies (or energy). What we think most, we attract most. In other words, our thoughts are so influential that they literally have the aptitude to rearrange this universe (that is continually expanding – think about it) in such a way that the universe itself manifests that in which we think into physical being, or reality, whether it be concrete or abstract. And it is ALWAYS working, whether you believe it or not. PERCEPTION IS REALITY. Make sense?

Okay, from there, I was then (recently) introduced to the Theory of Parallel Universes/the Many Worlds Interpretation (or MWI), from quantum physics, particularly Level 3 parallel universes. This shit is out of this world (no pun intended), and I highly recommend it if you’re into things of this nature/science fiction, #ForLackOfABetterTerm (yes, I just hashtagged that.)  Austerely stating, and pardon me if you think I am underestimating your intelligence, MWI postulates that every single action we take (or don’t take) infinitely creates alternate realities – a splitting of this very world - in universes parallel to (though unaware of) our own (contained within a theorized multiverse), and those surrogate actions are occurring within the same time frame and space as our own universe. Example: A) you have the CHOICE today to read this and so you do. Once you’ve finished, you are inspired to commence research on MWI and ultimately become a quantum physicist; B) you have the CHOICE to read this but you don’t; so instead, you somehow arrive at veterinary school and become a vet; C) you have the CHOICE to read this and get half-way through, turn on the TV, then smoke some pot. Now, WHATEVER CHOICE YOU DECIDE TO MAKE (but assuming you choose choice A), at that very moment in real time that you decide to make it, there inherently is a cleave in this world and universe, actuating alternate worlds where choices B and C are taking place at the same time as choice A, though we are to never learn of each other. Coolness. Simple, right?

Finally, around the beginning of summer, I stumbled across a Nichiren Buddhism mantra from a friend of mine when I was at work. (I have considered myself a spiritual person for the past 5+ years, so the fact that I am about to specify this practice does not denote that you yourself would have to convert to Buddhism if you are to gain interest in what it is I am about to reveal.) Ever heard of the chant “Nam(u) Myoho Renge Kyo”? It translates as “Devotion to the Mystic Law of the Lotus Sutra” or “Glory to the Sutra of the Lotus of the Supreme Law.” When used, it is meant to guide one to Buddhahood, or true and pure enlightenment. It helps one to realize their fullest potential and it aids in the manifestation process of the Law of Attraction (which, to me, just happen to work in conjunction with each other. Maybe it was an accident? Certainly not a coincidence). It reverses family karma from up to 7 generations, including yours, I believe. Lastly, and MOST IMPORTANTLY (because this key point ties into the entire post, along with the Law of Attraction and MWI), this very practice is designed to assist one with TAKING CONTROL OF AND/OR CHANGING THEIR DESTINY TO THAT OF THEIR LIKING. You’re following me, correct?

Now that I’ve given you this crash course on natural law, physics and theory, and religious praxis, allow me to segue into the grand scheme of this entry and tie it altogether with a big, shiny bow:

Well, since I’ve had the pleasure of living in my dream city here in Los Angeles, I’ve since learned that the Law of Attraction, the Many Worlds Interpretation, and the Nichiren Buddhism mantra are much like a mathematical equation that equal YOUR WILDEST DREAMS COMING TRUE.

Just hear me out. “Close your eyes, not your mind,” for just a second.

Because I made claim that I believe in free will/autonomy and the power of thoughts, I’ve realized that fate and destiny are methodically intertwined within the fabric of these principles listed above (though you can believe what you want or not. But I know where I am and where I’m going in life, because I have total and utter faith in and use them).

Listen carefully as I illustrate what it is I am attempting to convey:

I firmly accredit my very mind as an UNDENIABLE reason I have arrived at where I currently am in my life (and will continue to go). You’ve heard the saying “if your mind can believe it, it can most certainly achieve it.” THAT IS EMPIRICAL. Accompanied with intentional words and affirmative action, I have been employing my POSITIVE thoughts for the sake of not only my dreams, but a higher level of understanding and consciousness and human experience. I unerringly DREAM of where it is I want to go (and therefore attract it into being), and just as the sun rises in the morning and sets in the evening every day, I arrive at my destination, plain and simple. If you’ve been paying attention to my life, I think it speaks for itself. I BELIEVE. It’s astounding, where it can take you when you do the same thing.

Now, because we are congenitally autonomous (though some are more than others, we’ll just say), we have the power to select what it is in life we want to do – THAT IS DESTINY. We have the ability to CREATE OUR OWN DESTINY, as much as you want to deny it or not. Destiny is malleable and instantly accessible. Once we make that decision to follow whatever it is we DREAM (whether we stick to it or not, but let’s assume we do stick to our guns), we are then causing this world to disjoin from the alternative where we may have taken a different route and done something else instead. From this point, FATE is repositioning itself – or rewriting what was once written in the stars (because of actions you have taken [and stuck with, for the majority] in the past) – to adhere to YOUR VERY DECISION TO TAKE FULL COMMAND OF YOUR DESTINYFATE IS THE PRESENCE OR MYSTIC FORCE THAT IS THE EFFECT OF/TO YOUR CAUSE.

If you still question the validity behind my findings, allow me to break it down even more, and with an example that will more than likely upset you. Let’s just say that an established person with their dream career has been successful and happy since they’ve begun working in their field of passion and expertise. Bear with me: now let’s just say that today, they wanted to leap from the US Bank Building in Downtown Los Angeles (though they are happy and successful, this demonstration is extreme, but may help you interpret everything I’ve been saying prior). It’s relatively safe to say that when this person reaches the ground, well, they’re not gonna live to see the aftermath. So they leap.

This person has taken their own destiny, yet again, into their own hands and constituted another world – this world - where they end their own life. It was their own decision (and henceforth, parted from the alternate universe where they would have continued being happy and successful). So in that moment when their feet sprung from the edge of the roof, fate had no choice but to readjust itself to the outcome of this person’s decision = DEATH. And therefore, it is so. Has this made everything a little clearer?

Destiny is in your hands. Fate does the rest. Every step you take towards the destiny you assign yourself comparatively influences fate to respond to that destiny, eventually leading you to fulfillment of both, so long as you remain focused and persevere. Get it?

Therefore, “things (will) happen/happened for a reason” because of the path you took when you stood firm and culled to follow your heart, or simply made the decision to turn the other cheek. Much like myself, when I designated that my life would be my own and began to believe and follow my life-long dream of musical genius and stardom, I severed this world I live in from the other options I had after high school; and from there, because I took hold of my destinyfate has realigned itself in such a way that much of what is taking place IS INDEED taking place because of that one decision, BECAUSE of my belief.

Now, once I paired “Nam Myoho Renge Kyo” with the aforementioned, I further reinforced the manifestation of my dreams, as my heart, mind, body, emotions, and soul were already in the right place/aligned, my unwavering belief and faith in this dream that because my destiny is my own, surely enough the stars are and have been writing themselves in a manner that is tailored to the realization of what it is I dream, devoting myself to the mantra above kicked shit into overdrive.

It has indisputably put my destiny and reality/world (dream I am determined to make happen) on steroids. And here I am.

Is all of this starting to add up? They say “fact is always stranger than fiction.” I’ve managed to fuse the two together to construct the life I’ve daydreamed of since the beginning of me. And while I’m definitely still on the path to attaining the ultimate goal and prize I so seek, because I apply these 3 points of interest, I am indubitably getting there.

Don’t believe me? Just take a look and you’ll see, not only when looking at me, but when viewing your own surroundings, that it’s all around you. We all need something to believe in.

Now that I’ve given you these tools, go do something remarkable, and MAKE YOUR OWN DREAMS COME TRUE. I believe in you. Now believe in yourself.

And as I’ve quoted before, “It’s not faith if you’re using your eyes.”

With Love,


Reki*



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Sunday, June 30, 2013

Letters to Uno: the Reprise

How? Why? Well over three years have come to pass now. The last time we spoke (over six or seven months ago) you spat on the remnants of friendship we had left to salvage; what’s worse is that your actions were not warranted by anything that I had said or done to you. If at all, I was such an optimist in our fading interactivity. And somehow, even till this day, I would still drop all the others – each and every single last one of them…





































For you.

Drop them all, the way you dropped me, 1186 days ago.

You should bear no significance to me at this point. But I find that you may still very well hold the potential to be the most significant, if ever granted another opportunity at the word “GO.”

And I’m repulsed. Pathetic, even. Truly insane - textbook definition.

And you are heartless.

As the years have lapsed, I’ve watched from the sidelines as you have continued to morph into the person you told me you’d never be. Funny, though I should know better. I don’t know you at all anymore.

So what am I even saying? Why lament? Why care? Why fucking bother? You’re not worth it. “He’s not worth it.” You were never worth it.

“He’s the one missing out. It’s his loss.”

When in reality, he couldn’t give two shits.

So why do I continue to feel like the one that lost something?

I am cognizant that in life, there are moments when we are impelled to let go and press on. And though I walk confidently in the direction opposite you, often times I look back. I keep taking steps farther and farther away from you. But I always look back.

Maybe my emotions just conjure up the better of me. Maybe I’m a desperate fool for looking at you through the lenses of my 19-year-old eyes, heedful that you could never be that person again. And as luxuriant as my imagination can be, I can’t find the rewind button on this remote.

But even just for one day, I would do it all over again. I’d “give it one more chance, just like the time before. But he already knows I’d give a hundred more. Until that night in bed, I wake up in a sweat. I’m racing to the door. Can’t take it anymore.”

“Yes, I was burned but I called it a Lesson Learned.”

Hold it against me. I can’t rid my conscience of you. And there still has not been any remote congruency in my heartbeat for any other boy since. But you, you know me. I suppose if there has been one constant in the story of you and me, it has been none other than myself, right? It had to be one of us, right?

Right?

Assure me, because I have been left with the short end of the stick, fending against my own self in a battle of memories and emotions you’ve long withdrawn from.

It’s really not even a matter of tarnished feelings for you that linger in the recesses of my heart. I conjecture that living here in this big ole’ city for a little over a year now (with you not too far away from me) has pried open a part of me that I refused to expose. It’s rendered me exponentially pensive and reminded me that what we had over three years ago still has not been duplicated. Boys come and go. Replace one with another.

For reasons known and unknown, you remain THE boy that came and went. THE one I perhaps could never replace. THE one that got away

And I am uncertain if I’ll ever forgive you for it.


Happy (belated) 23rd, Uno. Maybe in another life, you could very well have been mine tonight…



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Friday, May 31, 2013

Human Emotions 101 - The Language of Feelings

Emotions: I would fare to say that they are one of the most powerful forces in this universe, if not entirely absolute. Like thoughts, they permeate and outrival all space and time. But within the context of just those two sentences alone, emotions exceed authority over thought solely because a thought is seemingly neutral until the human mind discerns, itself, through its emotional guidance system that said thought is either positive or negative, given that that particular mind already knows right from wrong. And while some instances are plain black and white in regards to right from wrong/positive from negative (giving food to someone less fortunate as opposed to robbing someone. I would hope that sharing wouldn’t feel awful or that stealing wouldn’t feel "right" to that person), there are personal situations in which one can only determine by means of emotional reaction whether or not that thought is good or bad, i.e. stumbling into an ex at the market or relocating to another city. I can really go on and elaborate for days about this, but it is not the focal point of this post. Moving on…

I used to think that emotions were the primary partition that separated us from the rest of the world’s inhabitants. But when I sat down and evaluated such a postulation, I realized that it is actually what unites us with the rest of those worldly inhabitants. We don’t feel any more than animals do (not to discredit plant life, though I haven’t heard much science jargon surrounding the emotive states of onions). We experience happiness as they do too. We sense sadness and they are able to sense that as well.

However, let it be known that while both animate creatures of different species can feel, I’ve arrived at the conclusion that, in essence, the one factor that does indeed detach us from nature is that with our own minds, we are able to process and, ultimately, ask WHY we feel the way we do. I believe THAT is what makes us human.

For instance: we all know that dogs are a man’s best friend. I love my babies so much, as they too love me. Zeus and Leinee know they love me and my family, but they don’t question why. They just know that they do. From my perception and understanding, an animal’s emotions operate on a level much like instinct – it just IS. Zeus may feel invidious of Leinee if she is getting more attention and petting – he doesn’t ask himself why. He just observes it and knows that he feels it. Leinee might feel thrilled to gobble up a scrap of chicken that fell from the table. Again, no internal inquiries – she just wants to eat!

You may be a bit flummoxed by my hypothesis. I conjecture that your rebuttal probably goes a little something like this: your dogs know why they love you. It’s because you love them, take care of them, feed them, play with them, etc. Surely, they are sentient of the reasons why, because they can feel it themselves.

Now, not to underestimate dogs or other animals and their mental mechanisms, but think about this: your dog accidentally pees in the house. You see the urine stain seeping into the carpet and begin to chastise and discipline them. They are perhaps a bit (or a lot) frightened. You leave the house for whatever reason, immediately after, for maybe 10 minutes. Upon your return, you’re greeted like you’ve been missing for 10 years, tail wagging, kisses all over your face, energy levels spiked, etc. (and I think it’s so irresistibly adorable that they possess no sense of time). Logic states that, in humans, if the same thing were to happen – you get into an argument with your sister, leave, following the altercation, and come back after only five minutes – chances are, your sister and you are still going to be angry with each other. She is not going to approach you and hug you and tell you you’re the greatest brother on the planet. She’s going to glare at you and dwell on why you enraged her.

Our brains are capable (usually) of determining the "why" portion of our emotions. Our emotions are hardly analogous to an animal’s in the sense that they aren’t derivative of instinct, more or less. 

They come from somewhere else.

Do you see where I’m heading with this?

For me – and I’ll tell anyone this who has the inclination and curiosity to converse with me – that I am not your average person. I’ve always been someone that feels heavily, for better or worse. And the undying propensity to ask why still persists. When I feel something, I experience it on a myriad of levels, ranging from physical (literally) or superficial to ethereal or mental. You feel happiness, I feel elation. You feel pain, I feel anguish (not to debase your feelings, it’s merely an example).


I don’t just exist. I LIVE.


I’ve been told times before in the past (mostly by boys), that I’m "too much" or "too emotional." And while I was led to believe that this was a curse and would render me single forever, I’ve since learned that in this day and age, it’s probably one of the best things I’ve got going for me: to be so in-touch and in-tune with my emotional and spiritual self (and it has helped immensely in harnessing and sharpening my musical and creative talents). I’m opening my eyes to a world full of men (and women) that are so far removed from that integral part of themselves that they aren’t even cognizant of it. We live in a time where going online to "like" someone’s photo is being "social" and "sharing" pertains to typing out how your day is going in place of speaking with someone face-to-face. "Hang-outs" occur over webcams. Etcetera, etcetera, ETCETERA. As if the human population wasn’t already vexatious with the mere thought of verbalizing and communicating how they feel in the presence of others, we invent methods of handicapping ourselves more and more and more as the years pass, it seems.

We’re creating exanimate extensions of ourselves that honestly serve no purpose, when in reality, all of that is within ourselves. All we need is the courage and bravery to speak up. Fingers talk more than mouths do nowadays. (And if you really wanna stay in-touch with your aunt that lives on the east coast, call her.)

Nine years ago, when I picked up the pen and took it to paper for the first time, I was very uncomfortable and refused to take myself seriously. I felt like such a dunce and would read over my writings and gag. I almost quit after the first couple of pieces, but something within me gravitated towards the idea that I could communicate my innermost private thoughts and feelings (to a pad of paper) on a level that did not require speaking or revealing to another party member. As I grew into myself, I became more and more linear, in the context that all parts of me were (and still are) in harmony (physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually, etc.). I began to really know and understand myself on planes that the human eye can hardly penetrate. And I evolved from that little boy that would refrain from speaking his mind because his thoughts never transposed into words the way he intended, to this young man that can sing about all the ways he feels so intensely for you and that way you smile at him.

I throw it all out there. ALL out into the universe. I embrace my gargantuan emotions, because I never wanna hold anything back. I suffocate if I even attempt to cage them.

I believe the reason why people are so apprehensive and perturbed by verbalizing and communicating their feelings and emotions (especially in front of others) is truly because they, much like myself, are aware of their feelings’ and emotions’ capacity and dynamism. They are completely aware of their emotions’ potential and power.

As I claimed in the beginning, thought is one thing, but emotion, it’s something else. We all know it deep down. Why do you think so many people are opposed to falling in love with another? Because it is THE DEFINING EMOTION/EXPERIENCE of the human psyche, the human body, the human spirit, this, that, the other. People surmise that to express is to cede defeat, to showcase weakness.

But honestly, it takes a person to a level of understanding and wisdom that most, I would bet, wouldn’t have the grit or spine to accept such responsibility. Once you open Pandora’s Box, you are held accountable for yourself - no exceptions.

But that should make life fun, not intimidating. If more people on this Earth were vocal about how it is they feel in their minds and hearts, maybe this world wouldn’t be as deranged and twisted as it is. Maybe then can we find the never ending compassion and love for ourselves and our neighbors that has appeared absent since the dawn of time.

To feel is to live. Nothing less but certainly something so much more.

B - E - [ L - I ] - E -[ V - E ] IT.

Reki*




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Thursday, February 28, 2013

Landscaper

Moving at such a break-neck speed
My body tells me to slow the fuck down
But my heart tells me to keep going
Again
And although I never truly stopped
Just coasted a bit in past months leading up
It's all happening so fast
And so slow
Warping
Morphing
What day really is it?
Moving mountains
Moving mountains
Moving mountains
Does it really matter, the day and the time?
So long as I've eyes to see
A mind to think
And a heart to guide
The essence of time itself
Is almost nothing
Because either way it's gonna pass
21 days since my last written down emotion
And the landscape has changed




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Mer Boy

There isn't much I can think of in life that compares to the experience of being an effeminate male, in poise, disposition, and outward ...