Hmmm...
I am at a point of EXODUS.
Some...THING
has a GRIP on my
GUMPTION
and I am...
NOT LIKING that...;-)
What is MY FEAR?
WHY is MY FEAR???
to NOT be taken SERIOUSLY...and to be THOUGHT a FRAUD. After all that I have endured/overcome/triumphed/achieved/seen,heard, tasted, felt, smelt/ HEALED FROM/ learned/experienced up to this point...
That REALITY...that THAT may be the case...may actually Happen...
Has me dumbfounded.
Quoi?
Je ne c'est pas.
Alors...Arret La!!!
I feel as though I should be creating this grand piece of work. A Large Scale, Intensely Engaging Sophisticated, Smart, Sharp, Timely Piece Indicative of the time it took to produce. AAAAAARRRRGH!!!
Over the years I have collected any number of ideas for projects that have been fleshed out in my head and little else. So, they remain remnants of a Time of Optimism and Fearless Dreaming...lol. The experiences and environments I continue to find myself in are clear indicators of where my head/spirit is.
SPIRIT is holding on...narrowly negotiating the barbs arriving almost daily...in some form or fashion.
The thing is...there is THAT possibility in ME. I FEEL it, it...IT is confounded HERE. Distracted I like to say, but I feel it is closer to really looking at my past. Immaturity can only mask so much, before guilt settles in. One...I cannot create anything feeling like I have wronged anyone. It is a block of SPIRIT. Meaning, my intentions are pure...generally...plainly stated or should be obvious, as they are often reactions to those around me. If I have...HURT anyone, while LIVING through my so-called period of "Fuck-Ups/Foibles/Fun-Times"...I apologize. I have been able to see plainly how people feel about me here...I can feel it. It ain't all bad...lol...but it IS. I pay attention...NOW THAT I AM OPEN, but OPEN...that CLARITY...LIGHT I reserve for art...creativity...invoking SPIRIT...song...lyric...HARMONY...ME.
I sent, nightly...WISDOM'D-UP hoping to write some OPUS, but end-up jOFF to Sleep. This is NOT PRODUCTIVE and I FEEL Like I am wasting This Perfect Creative Space...[as I have Deemed it]. I don't understand that...
So STO...START SOMETHING.
I IMAGINED that I'd come back from Paris more direct...clear. In all of my dealings I am have been up-front...in order to prevent confusion in the long-run. Hmmm...What I am finding is that people are not taking me seriously, therefore my words mean nothing. Perhaps people feel I should be doing more while in NYC. Well, let's be clear, I did all that I intended - GET HEALTHY. Beyond that, I have been truly blessed the opportunities I have had since being back in Harlem. I know that. But, beating myself up for following my plan, despite how others feel, is CRAZY. Being made to feel as though I don't have a handle on things, when I can see clearly the games being played on me...is hurtful and disrespectful. But hey, you live and learn.
Time to produce. But what? I am here with legal pads, snacks, space, music, WISDOM, Sirens RAINing down OutSide my window and nothing but scribble. A RETARDs Scribblin'.
Concrete Ideas...treatments for the videos for the songs
Short/Movie Script
More Songs
Scores for movies/tv
Study Vibration
Write/Create Works based on those findings
SING
Work with other Artists to Create pieces
HIGH ARTs PUBLICATION
Where to start? I try to see...feel which has the best legs to take the first step.
I want that LOVING FEELING about LIFE again. I am too TWISTED here to feel it. I am running all over NYC making nothing happen...lol. Feels like Ol' Times. AAAAARGH!!! Yes, I have an impressive resume, but feel like folks don't believe. I keep encountering confusion permutations of PROACTIVEvsEGO...lol. I either too laid back or INDIGNANT. LoL Could it just be another FORM of PROFESSIONALISM!?!
So TOUGH, HuH? We shall See!!!
I am in the thicket.
Time to FLY
Peace