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    Some Light.

Drawn to the dreamer whose hands have been burnt playing catch with the moon. The subtlety of his magnetism sustains my intrigue.

    Some Light.

    Drawn to the dreamer whose hands have been burnt playing catch with the moon. The subtlety of his magnetism sustains my intrigue.

    — 1 week ago with 1 note

    #Attraction  #Beginnings  #Creative Writing  #Happiness  #Life  #Love  #Reflection  #The Laws of Attraction 
    Right As Rain.

    a-smile-in-the-rainI dreamt the smell of a thousand crystal clear bombs shattering on the perspex shelter where she waited for the wrong bus with other mid-morning blacks at the end of another riotous night filled with bad old films, great white hope, cheap red wine and the expensive torrent of abuse that almost cost the nightmarish black woman her dream job.

    Rain. With every explosion its smell filled her…

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    — 1 week ago

    #Creative Writing  #Diversity  #Politics  #Race  #Racial Equality  #Society  #White Privilege  #Whiteness Privilege  #Writing 
    Frankie Knuckles - The Whistle Song (Virgin Records 1991) →

    "House Music came out of a black gay club in Chicago!" ~ Frankie Knuckles.

    Wishing The Godfather of House Music goodnight. Sleep well Frankie. You worked so hard to pioneer something more than music. You pioneered a movement. I won’t forget getting excited in the nineties as a teenager every time you reworked some major artist’s tune and, in doing so, helped push House Music further into a young boy’s heart. Thank you. 

    Keep whistling Knuckles. RIP. X

    — 2 weeks ago

    #Frankie Knuckles  #Frankie Knuckles Dead  #House Music  #Godfather of House Music  #The Whistle Song 
    Only God Knows Why →
    — 2 weeks ago

    #Christianity Gay Christians Gay Voices News Gay Voices Lifestyle Religion and Sexuality UK News  #The Huffington Post 
    Joybells.

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    IMG_6360There is a vault somewhere inside this son’s spirit that holds only the light, the love and the limitless lessons that continue to come from his mother. A secret place saturated with her wisdom, her virtue, her divinity and the irregular beauty that could only have come from her: an ordinary woman who has known and survived some extraordinary ugliness. My every breath is a salute to her ongoing…

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    — 2 weeks ago

    #A Mother&039;s Love  #Family  #Happiness  #Happy Mother&039;s Day  #Life  #Mother and Son  #Mothering Sunday  #Musings  #Parenting  #Relationships 
    Going For Gold.

When I used to wake up feeling like this as a teenager I would skip college and walk the short distance to my great grandmother’s flat where I would eat Jamaican water crackers, drink sugar water and watch daytime repeats of ‘Going For Gold’ on BBC One. 

    Going For Gold.

    When I used to wake up feeling like this as a teenager I would skip college and walk the short distance to my great grandmother’s flat where I would eat Jamaican water crackers, drink sugar water and watch daytime repeats of ‘Going For Gold’ on BBC One. 

    — 1 month ago

    #Creative Non-Fiction  #Depression  #Family  #Grief  #Life  #Loss  #Love  #Musings  #Reflection  #Self Help  #Self Improvement  #Writing 
    I Am Not Up To You.

    I Am Not Up To You.

    fuck-youPeople keep asking me what it is I do, where have I been and what am I up to. I am not up to anything. I am down to the wire trying to wake up this sleeping beast of divine burden before I am buried. Trying to evoke fire without the accompanying smoke. Trying to buss joke without the accompanying laughter. Trying to love this white man without the accompanying racial disaster.

    I am up to no good.…

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    — 1 month ago with 2 notes

    #Art  #Creative Non-Fiction  #Culture  #Dreams  #Literature  #Musings  #Poetry  #Rant  #Reflection  #Satire  #Self Improvement  #Writing  #Fuck You 
    "I’ve learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow. I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights. I’ve learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you’ll miss them when they’re gone from your life. I’ve learned that making a “living” is not the same thing as making a “life.” I’ve learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance. I’ve learned that you shouldn’t go through life with a catcher’s mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw something back. I’ve learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision. I’ve learned that even when I have pains, I don’t have to be one. I’ve learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back. I’ve learned that I still have a lot to learn. I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel."
    Maya Angelou.
    — 1 month ago with 27 notes

    #Maya Angelou  #People  #Black Voices  #Literature  #Truth 
    People.

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    Photo on 23-02-2014 at 12.26People do too much. They use language they do not understand to appear eloquent. They post articles on their social media profiles on subjects that stunt them to appear well-read. They take pictures of themselves to convince everyone but themselves of a beauty that belies the ugliness they struggle to stifle.

    People need to learn to respect the exceptional value of silence and the power of saying…

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    — 1 month ago

    #Culture  #Family  #Friendship  #Life  #Reflection  #Relationships  #Social media  #Socialising 
    Nighthawk.

    EPH_1351 Crossed Legs_StampedThey awake to find the last of the daffodils have been met by an early bloom. It’s February and beyond the patio full of council-issued bags of garbage and amidst the barbed wires of Ivy that scaled the backyard wall on the Vietnamese side, the newborn petals had curled themselves out of their blackness overnight to fight against the stinging winds that came in the first two months of…

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    — 1 month ago

    #Addiction  #Based On A True Story  #Creative Nonfiction  #Death  #Gay  #Gay Rights  #Gay Voices  #Language  #lgbt  #LGBTQ  #Life  #Poetry  #Prose  #Relatonships  #Substance abuse  #Writing