Word of the Day: Gay

Wild Thoughts by DJ Khaled ft Rihanna and Bryson Tiller is embedded in my mind while covering for this 8th grade history teacher. I’m reminded of the use of synonyms and acronyms that are used throughout the class period (as this is 6th period and I’m ready to go. Regardless, I’m quite entertained).

Thoughts?

(ugh…)

I have plenty but they are embedded in sexual orientative conversation from the 8th graders that have such verbal repeal.

They talk in unsuccessful whispers about it.

They congregate in small groups and close circles in their quadrilateral desks.

As happy as they can be, they know nothing of how gay they appear.

Homosexual is too perplexing of a word for them to use here. Simplicity is guarded by the lack of knowing that those “wild thoughts” are indeed expressions that are inferred without being so general.

To be straight up honest with them is often complacent of their understanding that I’m simply implying semantics but these are 8th graders that understand the use of both synonyms and acronyms in one word:

Thot

(sigh)

You don’t even have to include “wild” to know what the acronym is.

In my mind, as these conversations run wild, I’m saying to myself:

Ain’t no way these children have the capacity to know from experience the essence of thotiness (Yes, that is a word).

(And I hashtag #ikant instead of #icant because Kant’s Categorical Imperative is prevalent in Birdman‘s pronunciation of what he can’t say correctly. Respect ends with a “t” and not a “k” after all, but this is not a mere means to an ending.)

You see, I like to insinuate experience in the manner of words with objects and how they are placed to see if they know the term a priori.

A coffee mug that has a phrase I Don’t Give A Sip with peanuts in it from a big blue bag. 

How does that add up?

Gender Studies (That was a joke. No shade given.)

The obscure don’t know about the obscene.

No surprise to them.

Gay isn’t happy-go-lucky.

It simply goes past them like a straight line.

Heterosexually.

But in the equation that follows separately, they know (infer) the phrase. The peanuts? I urinate with what God has given me but “dez” usually comes from them (with it, because this conjunction has a function). Compare the term with the many names one can call “dez” and you realize that big blue shouldn’t be waiting so long to come.

But this is a history class.

And they are learning about Spanish and European explorers.

Conquistadors that need to conquer that study guide before their test on Monday.

As Kant exquisitely said,

Experience without theory is blind, but theory without experience is mere intellectual play.

And gay rhymes with play anyway.

 

 

KEEP IT 100: Chapter 9

To be real

Honest

With you

I can’t give you

Fake news

I come with the real

Because love comes

Erect

No fake friends

Just real feelings

Deep penetration

Soft strokes

From my pen

The ink 

Wet

Writing down that shit

That you feel

Too real

This news that I tell you

Is real

This isn’t a gamble

An Ace up yours

When I want your Heart

You’ll have a full spread

And I’ll call your bluff.

To tell you how I really feel,

Real

Is

Two hearts

One mine

I am yours

And

You, you

Are

All

Mine

Alone. 

 

Special Announcement!

(Sigh)

It is a new beginning.

The start of school after an eclipse no less.

New students, old students – same potential in kinetic flux.

I will be creating daily blog entries more often due to having more time to write while at work. I will still do the Personal Life Lyrics and KEEP IT 100 series, but for the time being, it might have to wait. This means that I’ll also try and monetize my site as well as create another new series. I hope that the content that I have created now and in the future will continue to span a following to help inspire, laugh, and grow.

KEEP IT 100: Chapter 8

 

My father told me his story.

“Upon this land, my father build the very foundation

That broke his back.”

He continued

“He continued to build,

And as the foundation had structure

His cracks under pressure.

As integrity is earned from hard work.

Intense was the labor.

Hoping that the reward was just.

But the pain 

Though well fought

Won in the end.”

It must have been too much to handle,

All that burden to bear.

Looking at my father,

Raw and bare bodies shaped you and me

He said.

“My father was one

And they hung him

On a tree.”

 

 

 

 

KEEP IT 100: Chapter 7

Big words are like Big Bird

From Sesame Street

Where

North

South

East

and

West

meet

There

seems to be some misdirection

Along the way

Around the way,

Across the corner

Beyond the border

I can taste the rainbow in all its flavors.

But yellow is my favorite.

Beside Oscar the Grouch

You’d think you can distinguish between

Sour Ass Apple

and

Lemon

Flavored

Skittles 

However,

The spectrum doesn’t always work

That way.

Next to Big Bird’s primary side

Complimentary to both neighbors

Lies Radar

The Brown Teddy Bear

And bears love that sweet honey

Flowing freely from the beehive.

 

Academic Shade: Dwayne Unchained

Yipe Yo Ki yah,

Gitty up as the white stallion bucks

And kicks me in my nose

Until my face bust

These are the words from Lil Wayne from the song entitled White Girl, used in this blog to educate as wisdom (with hints of sarcasm) and warning (because Captain Picard uttering the rhetoric from Judge Aaron Satie wasn’t cool enough).

The quote from Judge Satie goes as the following (uttered by Captain Picard; the whole script written by Number One):

With the first link, the chain is forged. The first speech censured, the first thought forbidden, the first freedom denied, chains us all irrevocably.

Deep sh@!, ain’t it?

You can add a wrecking ball to that chain too (hint, hint).

Now, how do these quotes go together here?

I mean, Gym Class Heroes and Lil Wayne (before he was leaning and swimming in the waters of Drake’s periods – I mean, number one hits on the Billboard) and a quote from the Star Trek: The Next Generation’s episode entitled Drumhead?

Cocaine is one hell of a drug (because I’m Rick James B$%^h) and so is music.

Is it not liberating to hit that track and another of your favorite song or artist, like how Baby hit Tunecha (like Britney Spears first number one hit) and birthed Drake from the conception of respeck? Or how Miley feels to twerk her blurred lines (plus her neck and her back too) to appropriate what she is lacking?

The concept of rhythmic patterns is uttered throughout our history, particularly in African culture. It was thanks to the African drum that the telegraph, the telephone, and the cell phone became primary components of auditory communication. The use of phonetics in communicating sound patterns is essential in knowing how somebody is saying a particular phrase or set of words, as semantics is important in understanding the meaning of the particular phrase and set of words.

The evolution of Dwayne Carter from a boy to a man in the hip hop game physiologically can be a great example of phonetics, as he sounds different from 1999 to now, as compared to when he is sober to when he is on drugs. The artistic interpretation of change; the name changes from Lil Wayne to Weezy to Tunecha, and how his lyrical flow and use of language changes from those name changes is a great example of semantics.

An irrevocable chain indeed; chains that cultivate our culture holistically.

So what happened when we break them?

Plato’s Allegory comes into play here as we deal with the issue of cultural appropriation, as shadows worshiped as truth when chained to imitation is not without hostility when they are then finally broken and a deeper truth is revealed by the fire illuminating from an experience one can empathize with through understanding the reason behind the dancing bodies worshiping the fire.

Every day we Play with Fire (listen to the track by Lil Wayne and you’ll see what I mean).

It is a light in the darkness.

Illumination isn’t without imitation.

Some may call it forgery;

Others may call it flattery

I call it the spark to ignite the flame.