Members Society

That title sounds cool, right? Makes you want to read further on and see if your idea of membership and society are similar to my own, right? Well I hate to be the bearer of bad news but this is not at all about a society but a response to a blog I'm reading.
Back story: Ms SNH has been seen a lot in life and rarely heard. This is because she does not want the battle of acceptance vs. rejection to ensue. So she hides the mental labyrinth in hopes of keeping intruders away. She is easy on the eyes which scares her because it is physical and not at all how she sees herself. (BTW, yes she is writing of herself on her blog in third person....and yes she is being ambitious with that liberty) She has lived a life of separation from her truth because she fears judgment from the planet that offers such hope...NOT! In fact in her perfect world she lives in greens, blues and clear water and hunts to no avail. Yes she is somewhat amazing in her thinking process but it is her musings that clearly define her. Every word has a point of entry and can be traced  to sign across her heart that beats only for one, the MOST HIGH!.  Of all that matters in life to her nothing and no one compares to Him. But this post is not about that..go to dying daily for that.

So the blog I am reading is from a transplant and in spite of grammar is quite interesting. I have found a renewed love for the written word and have continued to profess that I am writing this book though at times is stagnant and without reason. My studies tell me all the semantics of my craft, but the subject seems to resonate over all my work...I write what I know and I know me. So to one writer who seeks meaning in language I say write what you know and in that you are writing what is truth.  But back to what this is about. Recently this SNH has taken another exit from the windy city to the city that never sleeps and once again found herself in the company of love. She loves this place so intently that she must be there everyday for the next whenever. She has set a date for this move and will have to face her fears during the 10 hour drive to "home."

Yes to spread love is the Brooklyn way (sorry) but the love she wants to spread is the love of ABBA  for no other love is really love. Yes she still believes in love but is not seeking it...or is she?

At the very least, workshops, deadlines, content writing, training, bills, exhaust pipes, fur balls, dust mites, periods, alarms, no parking, alternate parking?, worship, carfare, internship, allowances, deductions, exemptions, dreams, programs, music, dope, cloves, vodka, meds, fish oil capsules, tofu, bloggarrhea, cats, no dogs, dates, assignments, loans, payments, income (not enough), hopes, tires, eyebrows, heels, Corinth, friends, family, love, fear, pain, balance, hype, break and stay is a part of everyday for me and to write, to dance, to sing is what frees me. So write love, write until you are out of ideas and then write some more.

hdn @ mdw

Weekly I expose my imprint into your digital eyes and ears leading to your digital hands across my uniformed body. Unable to see or hear you but you are everywhere. Your digital voice so courteous and monotonous tells me where my dog can poop and I can have a smoke. I see you filled with languages, ages, races, genders, staff and other things I cannot describe haunt my energy like bats into a cave. Deep within your walls filled with merchandise and pale faces I remove my intelligence and take off my thinking hat. Your blue green eyes look at my label and throw your book with ease. Your suitcases roll across my blue dipped toes gently urging the shackles of old. I look at you with a stare that slices your thin lifeless neck. I attack your impression with my literature knowledge. You see what your folks have told you I am, but do not attempt to question the truth that I AM. I inhale your filtered air with ease as the invisible smoke fill my lungs with asthmatic relief. You are a joke that is awaiting laughter. You represent all that I do not stand for, so with the rain you fall for everything. Every lie, every excuse, every "I forgot," everything.....you are nothing. You provide a written escape until you enter my space. I dread you every single day, hoping for the day you and I go away and I enter the world full of air and love for the 'daughter of the sunlight.' Soon, very soon, I will kiss your filtered air and your XXL blue stigma goodbye forever. No more will I lower myself to this again. I did not go to College for this crap. I did not invest in myself to work amongst dumb dumbs. This is not where it starts or begins, this is not my end. WATCH and SEE