tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73950200920216317722024-02-21T00:51:19.823-05:00Kween's~KaleidoscopeThee_Kweenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08407574065109052178noreply@blogger.comBlogger461125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395020092021631772.post-26960945015472354422014-03-03T08:12:00.000-05:002014-03-03T08:25:42.048-05:00F.A.T: Fat And Taunted<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I went to bed with this on my mind and the moment I woke up and saw pics from last night's Oscars...it hit me again.<br />
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Last night I saw something so ugly, that I had no choice but to unfollow and block them. A guy who I'd been following on Instagram, was so mean that it was either cuss him beyond his own comprehension...or leave...I left.<br />
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He said that Gabby Sidibe didn't deserve to be on stage (or seen for that matter) and that she should have someone accept her award FOR her because she was like the auntie we all were too embarrassed to have around...well, I was embarrassed to have HIM around. I was angry at myself for not unfollowing sooner. He posts inflammatory things daily and I just scrolled on by because I felt that maybe his good posts outweighed *no pun* his bad. Not so. I tried to deal because he was an acquaintance of a family member, and I was trying to accept him for who he was, but this was too much...even for me. I'm as big as her and I knew if he felt that way about her...he feels the same about ME. It took everything in me to "choose my battle"...to walk away without a word or to "tell him about himself". I decided that, perhaps he didn't require awareness unto himself. Maybe he was fine with the way he sees fat people. they're disgusting and unworthy of applaud for just being a human...being.<br />
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He said she didn't "have the body" for that dress and I thought, 'she has HER body' ~sigh~ I just know I don't have to deal with it. I don't have to suffer quietly so people won't think I'm sensitive or "guilty" of the similar crime of being overweight. I refuse to stand by and watch people throw shade on overweight people. Your slim frame doesn't mean you get to clown everyone heavier than you. I see your "hot mess" and your funny memes and guess what? IT'S NOT FUNNY!<br />
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Your trigger is your trigger. I don't believe that just because I'm your "friend" here that you're not "talking about ME"...but, you are. The same way if you were non-Black and cracked a joke about Black people, is the same reception you're going to get when I see you ROFL at some fat person's dilemma. I'm over people's hatefulness. I'm DONE with people pretending it's okay to say mean things and disguise it as TRUTH. Your truth isn't mine and it DAMN sure doesn't get to define the lines of respect that I have in place for me.<br />
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People are fighting for rights in foreign countries, people are mad at the war on Black youth, people are mad at the discrimination of the LGBT community...well I'm mad and am fighting for the right to be accepted as a fat person who has the inalienable right to be who I am without your judging eyes and unsolicited diet advice and your disrespectful snickers. You can't work on SHIT of significance until you address the simple shit...like loving yourself...and the person beside you. Quit acting like if it ain't serving your purpose and cause, then it's not important. Peace is PEACE...not just the kind YOU wish to acquire.<br />
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Peace out...Kween-Sized Keys.<br />
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Oh, by the by...I thought Gabby looked gorgeous! :)Thee_Kweenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08407574065109052178noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395020092021631772.post-41622441086039632382013-12-31T18:54:00.000-05:002013-12-31T18:54:03.274-05:00Obligatory End of Year Blog <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">HAPPY NEW YEAR!!</span></div>
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Wow...2013 was an interesting year. A lot has happened. I wish I could give a month by month blow...but my memory ain't so good anymore. lol I'll just do my best to think of the things that stuck out the most.<br />
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I turned 40!!! I had a sweet close-knit gathering with my best girls (some were missing and MISSED). In the thick of it, my BFF Joy and I met the newest addition to our circle, Ms. Tina. We had a great time...even though I feel the weekend was MIGHTY short. I could've been the belle of the ball for at LEAST a week more :D<br />
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It was also the month I suffered a meniscus injury...so, I was hobbling at the birthday event. Nonetheless...I had a wonderful time.<br />
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I spent a lot of time honing my graphics design company, FFK (Fancy Face Kreations) and building a customer base. I'm STILL doing that. It ain't easy...but, I love it.<br />
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A family member who'd been fighting cancer, got a clean bill of health after a VERY close call. God is GOOD.<br />
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...and even though later this year, I lost a different family member to cancer...God is STILL good. He was a wonderful person and his legacy is a worthy one. <br />
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I went to my first outdoor concert with Joy. Lianne La Havas! I swear, I've never had so much fun while standing for 6 hours!! There couldn't have been a more fit person to share that experience with. Joy and I both share a wonderful love of music...and Lianne brought a cool memory we'll both remember. I spent the weekend in Harlem for once (Joy normally camps here on select weekends) and it was nice to be her guest! :)<br />
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I also got to watch one of my kiddies get married. I sat Catrina as a baby and to see this young woman walk the aisle into her love's arms was a beautiful gift. Born 3 months early, my preemie baby girl has flourished into a sweet young woman whose life is touched with golden things. I was so giddy over that. I also felt OLD. I had to remind myself that I was given her as a responsibility at the age of 13...so, yea. lol<br />
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Even though, between enduring some tense moments with a couple of house guests and some unexpected and mind-blowing drama from someone I thought to be a friend...I managed to remain in the presence of mind I'm in. Blessed. Loved. Purposed for something all mine and happy to be a part of God's plan.<br />
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With life and death, ends and beginnings...friends coming and going...life continues to tick forward. Every second is another second past the old. Every day is a new chance to see life differently than the day before.<br />
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I spent this Christmas alone...and it wasn't all that bad (If you don't count the burn in the palm of my hand from grabbing a searing hot pan from the oven, sans mitt O_O). I made myself a Christmas dinner of lamb chops, apple cider-ginger glazed carrots and spinach-artichoke in puff pastry. I drank Moscato and enjoyed holiday-themed movies...as I fawned over the many friends and family who DID get to spend that day with someone.<br />
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I'll be alone for New Year's Eve and I'm okay with that, too. I try not to put TOO much stock in the need to celebrate specific days for life. Every day is a New Year for us who can say we saw that day the year before. Every day is Christmas if you're glorifying the Savior's life. Every day is Valentine's Day if you appreciate your mate...and so forth.<br />
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I can reflect with the rest of you, but every day I open my eyes is a new day...a year to the date of awakening. I pray that I get some things right. I pray that my purpose continues to evolve and grow into something that can create MY legacy. I pray that AMAZING things come my way as old and stale things go away.<br />
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I wish that for you all, too.<br />
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Again...HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!<br />
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<br />Thee_Kweenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08407574065109052178noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395020092021631772.post-56588527627963718082013-11-11T23:48:00.000-05:002013-11-11T23:48:59.503-05:00Ask And Ye Shall Receive<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Hola, Scopers! I came to share something very close to my heart with you. It's been a moment since I've laid anything bare for you all...so, here I am...blogging in the hopes that you all are reading and in the mind and spirit of reception.<br />
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I met my friend DeAnna last year in Boston, MA. She'd been "chasing" Phil Perry for a minute and when she knew he'd be in Boston at a Doubletree hotel's lounge...she jumped at the chance to go. It was also a chance for us to meet. So, I hopped a train and met her there. We enjoyed a weekend of getting to know each other [all over again] because though we were seeing each other in the flesh for the first time...we'd been friends for years through the internet.<br />
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From the moment I became acquainted with Dee or "Deedles" to her close circle of friends...she's been one of my closest confidantes. She's also always been a dialysis patient for the entirety of our friendship. In the time since I've known her, she's been embattled with the task of fighting for her life. Surgeries, treatments, weight loss requirements., traveling to doctors AND holding down two jobs (now, one)...has been her daily struggle.<br />
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It actually seems as though her battle has only gotten ROUGHER within the last year. She lost her father suddenly and has had several surgeries. You can read her blog "<a href="http://sunsetsstreamsafrosheen.blogspot.com/">Sunsets, Streams and Afrosheen</a>" and see some very raw and uncut photos and details of her sickness.<br />
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Doing THIS for her...THIS meaning, this campaign to help offset some of the costs of her medical expenses...was a no-brainer. She's my friend...my sistar...and someone who I've prayed for and worried over like family. I can't even imagine the pain she's going through, but I know that as her friend it's painful to watch her struggle as a single mother, a kidney patient and a woman dealing with her own personal grief.<br />
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I know times are hard friends...I really do, I'm roughing it as well, but what I am asking is something I hardly ever do for anyone, including myself...which is bare my soul's need to the public. Whether it's $1, $5 or $10...or if it's a gift of more...I ask that you consider giving to DeAnna's cause. All of the expenses she's incurred in just the last YEAR since finding a hospital in Chicago (she lives in Springfield, Illinois) has been astronomical for what it is she's bringing home. She has a long way to go...a few more surgeries and lots of traveling to ready her for the point at which she can receive a kidney. (She was accepted to the <span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">National Kidney Transplant List!). We've received a few donations from some very giving and beautiful souls...but we have 102 days to reach her goal. I think 3+ months is enough time to get us at least HALF way to the goal. What do you think? Yes? :)</span></span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 18px;">Click on the link to the donation site (it's on the top left of this page, but because of how my blog is set up *lol* ...I'll post the link ------------> <a href="https://www.giveforward.com/fundraiser/dx93/deedles-kidney-transplant-fund?utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=fb_share_stream.share&utm_campaign=BA_FBshare&og_action=hug&t=3&fb_ref=1553055">here</a>)</span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 18px;">I want to thank you in advance, bless you always and love you much!!</span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 18px;">Thank you,</span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 18px;">Kiwi <3</span>Thee_Kweenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08407574065109052178noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395020092021631772.post-89048504657420159612013-11-02T13:07:00.001-04:002013-11-02T13:07:23.891-04:00Word 31: Life<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Day 31, the last day of the challenge...was dedicated to whatever word each blogger felt like using. I chose the word "life".<br />
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Before I get into my word...I'd like to thank those who participated. Mahogany Dymond, who requested this challenge, I hope you got out of this what you hoped for. No Labels Unleashed...thank you for giving your all. Lamont Clark did not finish and we had another participant who though she didn't have a blog, did so on her Facebook page.<br />
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Thanks again...hopefully, we'll have another soon and try again to be unique, expressive and honest. Onto my word...<br />
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Life is beginning, and ending and beginning in the middle. Life is cycling...forward, upward and toward destinies and purposes. Life is slipping away from and skipping right up to us every single day. Life is here...and either we're living it...or we're missing it.<br />
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As I prepare myself mentally for yet another funeral on Friday...I approach this word "simple" with a very complicated and heavy heart.<br />
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with every thing within<br />
we fight simplicity<br />
like walking<br />
against hard winds<br />
we embark<br />
on journeys<br />
taking on storms<br />
armed with warnings<br />
we expose ourselves to harm<br />
we often choose<br />
the more difficult loves<br />
we recoil from<br />
the more loving touch<br />
why<br />
do we avoid<br />
simple apologies...<br />
simple solutions...<br />
simple joy?<br />
why do we welcome pain,<br />
struggle and doubt<br />
when simple lines<br />
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to easier roads<br />
and quicker routes<br />
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simple things<br />
in the hands of simple minds<br />
become complicated things<br />
in complicated times<br />
<br />Thee_Kweenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08407574065109052178noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395020092021631772.post-6271885760530587332013-10-29T12:08:00.000-04:002013-10-29T12:08:26.675-04:00Word 29: Car<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Car...**I am aware that the pic is crazy as hell, but that's how I'm feeling right now #djm lol*<br />
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Why when trying to find something to write about, the movie "Vanishing" came to mind. The one w/Keifer Sutherland, Sandra Bullock and crazy ass Jeff Bridges? I thought of how he spent an inordinate amount of his life, looking for his woman...replaying her last visit to their car over and over.<br />
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Then I thought of "Adam"...and how the real life story was played out on TV...the little boy who never came home...and how his parents left their car in the lot with a blanket and toys JUST in case he returned.<br />
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I thought of how many people get kidnapped from cars, jacked from cars...goodness. I must be in the mind of loss right now. I'll quit typing.<br />
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Later.Thee_Kweenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08407574065109052178noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395020092021631772.post-16747206997027029592013-10-27T23:32:00.000-04:002013-10-28T10:13:17.318-04:00Word 28: Shoes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Shoes...<br />
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I think of this word as less noun and more proverbially. So often I find people questioning the lives of those they see...people whose shoes they'd kill to walk in.<br />
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I"ve seen a pair of BAD ass shoes and even if I thought they were stylish and something I'd wear if I could, I'm aware that I can't walk in heels over 2 1/2". I can LIKE someone else's shoes...covet them, even...but, if given an opportunity...could I successfully walk in them? I'd most likely fall and bust my ass.<br />
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We see people's lives and ask, "I wish I was him/her..." but whatever it took for them to get their shoes...you don't know. They could have worked EXTREMELY hard to get their shoes...or they could have been handed them as a gift...OR it could have been obtained in an ill-gotten manner. Stolen...cheated.<br />
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My shoes are mine, broken in by me, fitting my understanding, You may not fit mine and I may not fit yours. We could wear the same size and still not be comfortable in each other's shoes.<br />
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I like my shoes. I think I'll keep the ones I'm wearing. Someone else might have Athlete's foot or something. lolThee_Kweenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08407574065109052178noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395020092021631772.post-7763977641897635222013-10-27T22:40:00.001-04:002013-10-27T22:40:22.899-04:00Word 27: Radio<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Radio...<br />
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remember them days<br />
when we would sing and sway<br />
and you would serenade<br />
me every day<br />
and you'd make mix tapes<br />
so i could rewind it back<br />
and play a thousand times<br />
that one dedicated track<br />
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our language was lyrics<br />
our bodies spoke music<br />
our smiles hummed duets<br />
our spirits symphonic<br />
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and when you were nowhere around<br />
i'd fall asleep to the sound<br />
of our favorite radio station<br />
playing our favorite rotations<br />
i'd dream of songs<br />
stages and scenes<br />
with our love strewn in between<br />
with the radio<br />
playing in a soft hum<br />
our love in stereo<br />
love set to drumsThee_Kweenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08407574065109052178noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395020092021631772.post-79616509312507393482013-10-26T08:00:00.001-04:002013-10-26T08:00:22.130-04:00Word 26: Cold<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Cold...<br />
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she sent shivers<br />
and chills<br />
that turned goosebumps<br />
to hills<br />
with the very, very ILL<br />
way she went for the kill<br />
she's got ice in her heart<br />
like she's been here from the start<br />
like love is her nemesis<br />
like she was the serpent from Genesis...<br />
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she leaves icicles<br />
with her touch<br />
and her tickle<br />
feels more like a clutch<br />
a clawing grasp<br />
that pierces your skin<br />
and drains the spirit and good within<br />
she's got the face of an innocent<br />
still,<br />
there's evil in her <i>unintentional</i> intent<br />
her being bares no mercy<br />
and her smile screams "have mercy"<br />
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she's a freezing burn<br />
tearing through souls<br />
she's dry ice<br />
she's pure cold<br />
she's so cold<br />
she's hot<br />
she's a danger<br />
to all you've got<br />
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chilling<br />
ominous<br />
looming<br />
destructive<br />
evil<br />
she...is...the<br />
T R U T H...of heartless hate.Thee_Kweenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08407574065109052178noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395020092021631772.post-56331850727604154202013-10-26T07:32:00.000-04:002013-10-26T07:47:49.231-04:00Word 25: Beach<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Beach...<br />
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tans<br />
shore kissing wake<br />
volleyball<br />
bodies splayed<br />
crabs pinching<br />
wet toes<br />
jellyfish<br />
frolicking<br />
bikinis<br />
sandcastles<br />
baby's first beach visit<br />
suntan lotion<br />
sun-kissed highlights<br />
pails and shovels<br />
sun rays<br />
lifeguard<br />
footprints<br />
coolers<br />
families<br />
quiet<br />
whales<br />
lagoons<br />
palm trees<br />
winds<br />
seagulls<br />
shells<br />
lots of seashells<br />
sunsets<br />
strolls<br />
hand in hand<br />
beach sex<br />
bonfires<br />
seaweed<br />
wreckage<br />
driftwood<br />
private beaches<br />
public beaches<br />
undiscovered beaches<br />
white beaches with white sand<br />
black beaches with black sand<br />
beach<br />
beach<br />
beach<br />
b e a c h<br />
beautiful<br />
exotic<br />
aesthetic<br />
calming<br />
heavenly...beaches<br />
<br />Thee_Kweenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08407574065109052178noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395020092021631772.post-92143944659873404222013-10-26T00:29:00.000-04:002013-10-26T00:29:05.218-04:00Word 24: Fire<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Fire...<br />
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I love fire.<br />
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As a kid, fire brought curiosity that nothing else did...besides maybe water. With fire...there was this beautiful, glowing, sign of heated life and it could grow. It could be bigger than a candle's flame and be angrier than any person's temper.<br />
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My first lesson on fire, was when I was a kid of about 7 or 8 and I lit a fire to my grandmother's shag rug...just to see it burn. Unfortunately, my baby sister's stroller was there. I KNOW what you're thinking, but I promise it wasn't intended to set HER on fire. I was playing carelessly and too young to know how quickly a rug made of synthetic fibers could burst into flames. I was chided harshly (deserving), but I could never shake that suspicion that I would harm my sister purposefully.<br />
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I still have a secret love affair with fire. There's something about the colors that burning oxygen gives off to the naked eye...an involuntary pull to be swallowed by it, and hopefully...an 11th hour sense of self-preservation that keeps you from falling in.Thee_Kweenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08407574065109052178noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395020092021631772.post-60299147938493605062013-10-23T14:18:00.002-04:002013-10-23T14:18:50.087-04:00Word 23: Bed<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Bed...<br />
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twirling in lieu of walking<br />
singing instead of talking<br />
i tip toe, skip and leap<br />
past a bed of<br />
jasmine sweet<br />
i double back<br />
i close my eyes<br />
i fall backward<br />
to view the sky<br />
i wallow<br />
in petaled perfume<br />
still humming<br />
my lovely tune<br />
birds soar by<br />
everything seems so alive<br />
and as i rise<br />
to leave the scene<br />
i spot a sparkly stream...<br />
bouncing<br />
lifted<br />
dancing...i inch toward the sound<br />
of a watery concerto<br />
playing loudly in surround<br />
i give my toes a test<br />
and find myself in up to my neck<br />
coasting and floating quietly<br />
rinsing away all regret<br />
i rise<br />
i wring<br />
i dry<br />
and i'm off to adventure more<br />
when i spot a light-filled door<br />
thinking not,<br />
i draw near the portal<br />
with curiosity i cannot name<br />
and peek past the light<br />
to hear people calling my name<br />
i allow my eyes to lead<br />
and to my horror i finally see<br />
i'm no longer mortal<br />
my family is mourning me<br />
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perhaps a bit morbid, but I've always wanted to die in my sleep...peacefully in my bed.Thee_Kweenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08407574065109052178noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395020092021631772.post-87219674637806552362013-10-23T13:39:00.002-04:002013-10-23T13:39:54.837-04:00Word 22: Afraid<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Afraid...<br />
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Bear with the randomness of this. I'm just spitting out unrelated sentences using the word afraid.<br />
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"I'm afraid there is bad news..."<br />
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"Don't be afraid..."<br />
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"You're just afraid to love..."<br />
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"They all were afraid that she was slowly unraveling..."<br />
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"Afraid of what? Afraid of who? I'm afraid of no one" she could be heard protesting at the top of her lungs.<br />
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"A F R A I D...My nerves are A-FRAYED" lol<br />
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"If you spend your life being afraid of love, life...LIVING...you'll always be a shell of yourself."<br />
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"I'm not afraid anymore..." he muttered...his last words, a release of his hold on what was no longer his to have...life.<br />
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Okay, I'm finished. lol :P<br />
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<br />Thee_Kweenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08407574065109052178noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395020092021631772.post-44154794875747481962013-10-23T12:28:00.000-04:002013-10-23T12:28:07.084-04:00Word 21: Fruit<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Fruit...<br />
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this word brings to mind several things:<br />
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~my days as a royal fruit on a social media site (kween kiwi)<br />
~of course it brings about thoughts of "bringing forth" fruit...such as babies and the fact that I'll never have any...<br />
~I think of "strange fruit"<br />
~I think of my favorite fruits: strawberries, pineapples, pears, bananas, oranges, nectarines...<br />
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I haven't been fruitful through this challenge. I've been stopping and going, clamoring to catch up. I apologize. It's been a mentally hectic few weeks (in some GREAT ways and in a few bad ones). I have to make the rounds so that I can check in on my people. I have a LOT of reading to do (if you all have been doing your homework. lol)<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="text Gal-5-22" style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="text Gal-5-22" id="en-NIV-29185" style="background-color: white;">"But the fruit<span class="crossreference" style="font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top;" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-29185A" title="See cross-reference A">A</a>)"></span> of the Spirit is love,<span class="crossreference" style="font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top;" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-29185B" title="See cross-reference B">B</a>)"></span> joy, peace,<span class="crossreference" style="font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top;" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-29185C" title="See cross-reference C">C</a>)"></span> forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness...</span><span class="text Gal-5-23" id="en-NIV-29186" style="background-color: white;">gentleness and self-control.<span class="crossreference" style="font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top;" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-29186D" title="See cross-reference D">D</a>)"></span> Against such things there is no law." ~ Galatians 22-23</span></span>Thee_Kweenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08407574065109052178noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395020092021631772.post-3137742802856217302013-10-20T03:30:00.000-04:002013-10-20T03:30:58.205-04:00Word 20: Friend<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Friend...<br />
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On the heels of yesterday's word (Lies) I find it interesting that this is the next word in line.<br />
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Here's what I have to offer...<br />
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:)Thee_Kweenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08407574065109052178noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395020092021631772.post-35741599844105455522013-10-20T03:11:00.000-04:002013-10-20T03:14:02.802-04:00Word 19: Lies<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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"here lies the lie that lies lying where truth once lied..."</div>
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My mother always said, "If you'd lie...you'd steal." As a kid I never quite knew what that meant. I always thought it was some off-color wives' tale she'd told us kids to discourage lying to her. After all, just because I'd lie...perhaps to get out of something I'd done...doesn't mean I'd steal. </div>
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Then I grew up and I understood the foundation of a lie. The anatomy of a lie. I saw for the first time (whilst in a relationship built on the shaky legs of a liar) that a lie is INDEED theft. When you lie, mislead, deceive...you steal. You rob the person or persons of knowledge and therefore the rights to participate, accept, stay or leave. You sneak in and slip a burlap sack over that person's confidence in you and you hold it for ransom; as long as you get what you want out of the deal...the confidence is "safe"</div>
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...but a liar can never promise safety. Nothing can be trusted in a person who would concoct a lie for their own purposes, voiding any truth that would bring their character into question.</div>
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Beware of Liar...beware of thieves who steal the truth and bury it with bones that later get dug up and carried, full of decay and the stench of dead intentions.</div>
Thee_Kweenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08407574065109052178noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395020092021631772.post-73752178034481827532013-10-20T02:50:00.001-04:002013-10-26T07:20:56.938-04:00Word 18: Huge<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Huge...<br />
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size is proportional...relative to big and small. a small dog is small to a big dog, but a big dog is small to something bigger.<br />
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"It's a HUGE deal"<br />
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"I've got a HUGE surprise!!"<br />
...and it fits inside of a ring box...<br />
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"I've got a HUGE pimple!"<br />
...but, it's only noticeable to you.<br />
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"I'm a HUGE fan"<br />
...okay, perhaps you're a BIG fan. lol<br />
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I often find that so much of what we deem HUGE is often insignificant with proper perspective. Size is relative to knowledge of smaller/bigger things.<br />
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<br />Thee_Kweenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08407574065109052178noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395020092021631772.post-34376600444496178562013-10-18T04:59:00.001-04:002013-10-18T04:59:21.427-04:00Word 17: CloudsClouds...<br />
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I'm speechless today...I finally caught up on the last few blogs and now I'll just grace you with some pictures of my own personal obsession...clouds. I am always taking pictures of the sky, but that's because it's ALWAYS changing. I'm always looking up. :) <i>All are mine unless otherwise stated. </i><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">a walk on the pier w/mom in 2011</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My sis DeAnna took some cool pics on the plane en route to Jamaica</td></tr>
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<br />Thee_Kweenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08407574065109052178noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395020092021631772.post-22487671547535657952013-10-18T04:45:00.001-04:002013-10-18T04:45:18.765-04:00Word 16: Hole<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Hole...<br />
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Holes in stories...<br />
Stories untold...<br />
untold stories...<br />
stories unfold...<br />
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<b>[you're sucking up the energy]</b><br />
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Holes in your character...<br />
your character ain't whole...<br />
but if your whole character...<br />
<b>IS</b> a gaping hole...<br />
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<b>[you're bottomless]</b><br />
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Fill yourself up<br />
Go deep if you will<br />
Fill your self-dug holes<br />
With more than just swill<br />
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<b>[things become lost in you]</b><br />
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Holes...<br />
will swallow you whole...<br />
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<br />Thee_Kweenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08407574065109052178noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395020092021631772.post-29946856699755675122013-10-18T04:30:00.001-04:002013-10-18T04:30:28.510-04:00Word 15: Path<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Path...<br />
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paved<br />
uncharted<br />
easy<br />
or harder<br />
chariot<br />
on foot<br />
smooth<br />
filled with crooks<br />
we choose<br />
our paths<br />
but God<br />
redirects<br />
on our behalf<br />
your will<br />
can only take you<br />
as far as <b><i>He's</i></b><br />
willing for it to<br />
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the highs<br />
lows<br />
peaks<br />
valleys<br />
and river flows...<br />
are a gift of MOVEMENT<br />
forward<br />
upward<br />
toward purpose!<br />
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<b>P</b>LACES...<b>A</b>DVENTURED...<b>T</b>HROUGH...<b>H</b>IM.<br />
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<br />Thee_Kweenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08407574065109052178noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395020092021631772.post-90275263178337840722013-10-17T21:30:00.001-04:002013-10-17T21:30:13.835-04:00Word 14: Room<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Something held my hands together...it could've been rope, or chains, or wire...I couldn't tell though. It was the darkest dark where I was. The kind of dark that not a ray of light could penetrate...that even if the door opened...the hall <i>leading </i>to this room would be as dark. I was sitting in a chair that felt hard and cold...it must've been metal. It was cold and causing me to feel colder than it really was. I began wriggling my way free. The binds that bound me were looser than I thought. I got my hands free after painfully yanking my hands in opposite directions repeatedly. It turned out, my restraints were barely tied and made of thin threads. I untied my feet and before long was feeling my way through the blackness. I walked and walked, looking for a piece of furniture, a door, a window...but, I seemingly walked for minutes upon minutes...what clearly turned into hours, with me stopping and resting on my knees. I tried each direction, hands outstretched...and nothing. No furniture...no windows...no doors...no walls.<br />
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NO WALLS! I was in a dark, vacuous space...nothing barring me...my own restraints, feeble and incompetent...my attempts to escape failing.<br />
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...and then I opened my eyes. :)Thee_Kweenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08407574065109052178noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395020092021631772.post-64649909103925733182013-10-17T18:27:00.001-04:002013-10-17T18:28:12.578-04:00Word 13: Television<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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(Excuse my lateness...ugh)<br />
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Television...<br />
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I thought of those old TV's from back in the day that were more furniture than TV. Heavy wood, the speakers often having a gold screening w/embellishments.<br />
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You knew your family was the SHIT if they had the biggest one with the good wood, where the stereo sat up top...or eventually, the cable box, Beta/VHS player, etc.<br />
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I knew some homes that refused to get rid of "history" or "antiques" so they ended up with the new TV on top of the floor TV and the VHS on top of both TV's...<br />
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I'm watching TV...talk to y'all later.<br />
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<br />Thee_Kweenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08407574065109052178noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395020092021631772.post-20610685396520067912013-10-12T02:20:00.002-04:002013-10-12T02:20:49.307-04:00Word 12: Baby<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I got a good personal giggle off of this word just now...hehe! anyway...<br />
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I was a baby once in this lifetime,<br />
rarely anyone's baby<br />
babied a few<br />
some were mine<br />
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Always wanted one<br />
it never happened<br />
so I became<br />
"the mother of the universe"<br />
(an ex called me that)<br />
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baby, babies, babied, babe, bae...<br />
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love, bundles, blessings, miracles, sweetness...<br />
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<br />Thee_Kweenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08407574065109052178noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395020092021631772.post-39890499441218902002013-10-12T01:49:00.001-04:002013-10-12T01:49:22.161-04:00Word 11: Ring<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Ring-a-round the rosy, pocket full of posies...ashes, ashes...we...all...fall...down!<br />
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That's the very first thing that popped into my mind. Saturn's rings was the next. I'm sure somewhere between those two thoughts the vision of an engagement ring appeared. I decided to suppress that, though. There's no need for that thought to romp freely without supervision. My belief in kings and rings is slowly fading out to a distant memory of childhood's past...an adolescent folly. I know I may sound cold...something like the icy rings around Saturn (my sign's ruling planet).<br />
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Rings are just an accessory...<br /><br />
For me,<br />
For Saturn,<br />For posies...<br />
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For now.<br />
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***I hope you guys are enjoying my impromptu doodles. lol***Thee_Kweenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08407574065109052178noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395020092021631772.post-42145107988151521352013-10-10T18:04:00.001-04:002013-10-10T18:04:37.980-04:00Word 10: Book<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Tara walked hurriedly through the crowd...multi-tasking her way to her destination. She toggled between glances at her phone, rummaging through her purse, and looking back to make sure the bus wouldn't leave her. Tara was petite in stature, which kept her line of sight at best...right at most people's shoulders. The pedestrians bustling in the opposite direction of her seemed extra tall today. "I can't be late...geez, move it people!" she mumbled. She'd receive a shoulder bump here, a duck and dodge there...making her feel like a lab mouse in a maze. Finally, as she was clearing the sea of city-goers...Tara bumped directly into a brick wall. Not an <i>actual</i> brick wall, but he felt like one. He was freakishly tall and very stoic in his expression. His build was medium but he had the face of a large man. His eyes seemed larger than normal as well. Dressed like a businessman except for a large Stetson, he seemed to fit in. He smashed the book into her chest swiftly and roughly saying, "Take this...go...NOW!" Tara said, "I don't <b><i>want</i></b> it...HEL..." she began to summoning help, but he commanded her mouth closed with his hand gently at her jugular. "I will not hurt you...but, those seeking the book will. Keep going straight, a cab will stop at the corner, get in, say nothing...you will be driven somewhere safely. DO NOT OPEN THE BOOK!!" he ordered. He stepped to his left and walked away. When she turned around, Tara saw him slip between two people and he became lost as quickly as he'd appeared. She turned back around and walked to the corner. The cab stopped, she got in, she said nothing and the driver took off. He didn't even attempt to make eye contact through the rear view mirror. Tara looked down at the book, a forest green tome, thick with at least 800 pages and covered in moss with a symbol of a brass owl on the front. Tara did the one thing she wasn't supposed to...she opened the book. The cab shook violently, lit up like the sun, rose from the pavement and twirled clockwise over and over. The cab driver and Tara disappeared from the city's street. Two blocks down...around a corner and behind a building...the tall cowboy felt her open the book and uttered, "salvum me fac!"...then disintegrated into silver dust...</div>
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