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Blog | love&light

Cinnamon Delight

It’s interesting how people wrestle with the idea of not having control over their own fate. I think predestined fate is a tricky concept. In some cases, very relative, as well. Personally, I don’t think of fate or destiny as this thing that robs me of my power to become who I want to be. I look at it more as an unraveling. I get to witness the decisions that I’ve already made. (I can hear the eyes rolling as I type).
It’s just like zodiac signs. My being a Capricorn does not mean that I am locked into these very restrictive and narrow personality associations. But rather, it speaks to how I share personality traits and characteristics with the whole of those magnificent assholes born between December 22 – January 19. Conversely, those born closer to 12/22 share characteristics with Scorpios, while those who are born closer to 1/19 share traits with Aquarians.
It’s about connectedness. The saying, “there is nothing new under the sun,” used to annoy me. I would think, the internet is new. Or, what about airplanes, they were new at some point. But, when I really think about the connotations behind the statement it brings up so many questions and more, ironically, ideas. Consider the depths of the human mind. At the sight of birds, it is easy to picture yourself flying. The Wright brothers were just first not to die bringing the possibility of man-made flight to life. And that’s the difference, I believe. The idea may not be new to the world but because of you, your interpretation or spin on it could be.
What you do with what you have and how you navigate your circumstances is what defines you. My destiny is who I will become but I am too focused on becoming to dwell on it. My astrological sign can give you a nice generic indication of how I operate, but of course, it won’t tell you that I twist bottle caps in my right hand when drinking water. It won’t tell you that I am still a bit insecure about my scars. It won’t tell you how deeply I love or how hard I pray or just how I amazing I am. Like the journey of life that leads to purpose, you have to experience it for yourself.
I am not a powerless being. Neither are you.
Rock on.

Lotus Flower Rehab

If someone asks me if you’re a shitty person and, in fact, you have been shitty to me, you gotta take that L homie. When I confirm your shittyness, I will offer any relevant caveats (but they are better now, or they were going through XYZ) but if ain’t no (I said what I said) sidenotes, all I can do is tell the truth from what I witnessed.
I have been on both sides of this. Is it uncomfortable? Yes. But, I made them pancakes, I gotta eat’em. Especially if I have done nothing to right those wrongs (or flip those flapjacks).
Some will say that’s wrong or shady and you’re entitled to your opinion.
I been said, if the truth hurts, you gotta quit hugging that lie. May the force be with you, home skillets.

Travel Time to Pikepsy

I’m not sure what I feel right now. The wee hours in the morning and I should be sleep but my heart… My heart is something. I don’t know what tho. My thoughts are all over the place. I think I need to cry. I can’t even remember the last time I cried. Or screamed. Or genuinely felt heard. 

There is a haze of fear and insecurity that seems to be wrecking havoc on my mind. I don’t know what to do with that right now. I am trying not to shut down, keep pushing forward…  I don’t know. I  am a smart, funny, intriguing, desirable human being. I am worthy and valuable. I deserve and expect the best which is no less than I give. 

Is that true? Am I giving my best? Am I accepting only the best? 

I feel behind on everything. I feel so trapped in this body. I feel like there is so much road to travel and right now in this moment, I’m just too tired. 

I’m done. We’ll try again tomorrow. 

Falsetto Faqs

I keep pressing backspace. That should mean something but really all it means is that I don’t know. What to say, who to be, how to feel. I’m hoping for the best but preparing for nothing at all. I watched a dark sky fill with stars just before it disappeared.  I’m dangling along the edges of treacherous waters, no life line. No sense. None  of this makes sense. I’m anxious. I want. . . . Too much. Not enough? I’m tired of writing about relationships and trying and working towards and almost there. I’m tired. I. . . It’s always I. I’m rambling. I need to lose the weight. I’m tired of saying that. Really tired. Life stops until you can remind yourself you’re still a person. With feelings. Fat isn’t who you are. You don’t have to be what the world tells you are. Be who you want to be. Even if no one else approves. Just don’t give up. Do not give up. Remember that. Do not give up. Too many people believe in you to let them down. Right now that can be your anchor. Since you aren’t heavy enough. You’re a person, remember? One who’s been hurt. Heartbroken. Misled. Same book republished by You, Inc. Did your tears. Reset your heart. Make room for your muse. Take risks. Be brave. Be brave. Be brave. Be brave. The world can be a scary place. Go after what you want and allow it to catch you. You are a person not a monster. You are a work in progress. Blow kisses to your reflection and be. 

Hindsight Henny

Hindsight Henny

I was lying there thinking about how the same circumstances 8 years ago would have overwhelmed me. The idea of being a leader. The idea of success. Now? Today? I don’t have the luxury of being overwhelmed. I want the life I feel inside. It haunts me. I can’t and won’t force it. But, I won’t sit dormant waiting to feel comfortable or for a right time that’ll never materialize. Today, I want it all. I want the love, the success, the education, the accomplishment, the position, the health – I want all of it. Why is it impossible? If I work for it. . . If I manage those things within my control effectively. . . If I am true to myself and those around me. . . If I step into my strengths with the commitment to be the best version of myself and into my weaknesses with the humility to improve, why would I be defeated? 

I may be doing too much, but I’m just doing what feels right to and for me. That’s a risk I’m willing to take. Scared money does not win. I gotta bet big or go home. So here I am. Out here taking it one step at a time in hopes that I am moving in the right direction to maximize my potential. This isn’t haphazard . This is a plan. I want the girl. The money. The achievements. The life. I want as much of it all as I can effectively manage. 

I’m amazing. We are all amazing. All we have to do is tune out all the noise and focus on us. Who we are, what we genuinely want, and how to get it; we are predisposed- wired-to travel a specific set of roads that lead to our destination: our purpose. We get to choose the rate of speed, the direction, how much we carry as we go, even how far we want to go. It’s up to us. It’s time to stop making ourselves believe that it’s not. 



Interview for Ever

Interview for Ever

Have a seat

Make yourself at home

Would it be OK if I ask you a thousand questions about

:Who you are

:Who you have been

:Who you hope to become

Tell me about a time that you met a stranger and let them inside

Tell me about a time you froze over with fear and somehow found the strength to keep pressing forward

Tell me about a time that hurt

Made you feel so torn down that air seemed worthless

Is this really the job you want

Revisiting old wounds like a murderer’s playpen

Can you invest in potential one last time

Do you have the resolve to see what’s in front of you


Without the haze of the past or the threat of what-if

The pay won’t be great.

It’ll be rough times with no acknowledgment

Arguments with no resolution

Guaranteed overtime at half the pay

It’s long hours and continuous demands

But in those moments

Those moment when you’re fed up and weary and tired and stressed

There’ll be a glimmer of hope in the form of “thank you,”

“I love you, ”

“I’m sorry,”

“You’re beautiful, ”

It’ll be up to you to decide

In those moments

If tomorrow is worth it

If clocking in one more time, every time makes sense

It’s up to you to re-engage

To recommit

To make the choice for ever

-iamdew ©2016

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marimopet : the quicker u come to terms with the fact that people change/grow and are complex and contradictory the less ur likely to set them to binaries ++save urself the false sense of deceit when they dont comply to ur preconceived notions of them. cool cheers

Say Huh 

I was not playing when I said I would not be stepping out on another ledge for another individual. I meant that. Unless we are both standing on that ledge together for one another it’s not happening. I’m not chasing you. I don’t care how much we click or I like you. I’m not holding you hostage. I’m not convincing myself you’re the one. I’m not doing any of it. I am tired of people trying to suck me dry of my amazing for their own personal refresh. Reset that ass back to factory settings on your own effort. Not mine.

I am amazing. If you refuse to see that we could be amazing together, it’s not my job to convince you. I’m not Picasso. I’m not about to paint you a masterpiece or cry your ass a river so you can catch the hint. I let you in because I chose to. I made an investment in you because I saw how we could fit together. If your ass is non-compliant so be it. Take these demerits and find new employment. I can’t and won’t.

Nah, I’m lying. I absolutely can but i refuse. Yall got me fucked up. I’m a gahtdamn unicorn. If you wanna be outchea simple with ponies, have the fuck at it. I’m not mad cause you couldn’t get on my level. I’m disappointed you fail to realize you’re already there. However, do you homie.

Love and light.

Alabaster Fall

Sometimes you just gotta wonder what’s the point. I tried. I jumped out there. I kept my triggers in check. I did what I knew to do. I won’t say I failed… Even though that’s how it feels. 

I don’t know what I could have done differently without sacrificing completely what I need. 

It’s not just about me though. I met someone I really liked and clicked with. I rearranged things. Get this: I talked on the phone. I EVEN woke up out my sleep. I thought I was investing. Maybe I… I won’t do that. I won’t say that. 

I compromised. I want someone who’s into me and who can say that. Someone who is willing to deal with my extra. I’m really tired. I’m trying not to be. I’m trying to not falter to fear. It’s so difficult. And it often feels pointless. It always comes back to me being the villain. I know not always and I know it’s often skewed with past pain that has nothing to do with me but that doesn’t keep it from hurting. It doesn’t keep the disappointment at bay. It doesn’t keep me from wondering why is it OK to lash out at me as if my feelings don’t matter? 

I do my best to be me. Unapologetically. I give people space to be who they are. I honestly don’t  know what else to do. I deserve someone who can love me the way I need. Hell just like me. Tell me why. Tell me I’m cute. Tell me I’m funny. Talk to me. I’m human too. I matter, right? I refuse to apologize for being interested in who you are as a person. I gahtdamn refuse. 

It’s love. Romantic entanglements. I try very hard to believe that I get to have that. One person. Just that one. But… Shit like this.. Who knows. 

Sweet RetroGrade

Well shit. This is where I gather myself. I just saw something that says expect nothing… I don’t understand this. I don’t get this cowardly lion ass approach to going after nothing and swallowing your wants to serve your fear. Expect gahtdamn everything and appreciate what you end up with. What you earned. What you worked to have. Why is it all so backwards? Why are we so afraid to be accountable to our fucking feelings?? I do not understand this. Is the world full of 14 year olds, afraid to go for class president because it feels weird and my mates might laugh at me. Guess what, there is no might. They are going to laugh. But guess what? There will also be a room full of mates who will support you and cheer you on and those should be the people you push forward for. Those should be the ones who motivate you to say screw the laughers and naysayers because I’m brave enough to do what they won’t. And the ultimate gag is….Those supporters routing for you at some point and time may be nothing more than your heart and your personal drive. So be it. You keep pushing forward and watch the world catch up to you.

I finally met someone I like. Like in real life. And the one thing I want more than anything, she can’t give me. I am not in a space where I can afford to deliberate on what I can and cannot go without where a partner is concerned. I’m passed that. My last two relationships were with individuals who were unable to put me first, speak their feelings, or reciprocate care. I need it. I need to know how you feel. I need to know that you’re afraid. I need to know that in this moment you don’t know what you feel. I need to know you thought about cheating but did or didn’t. I need to know that you want me. Period. I cannot deal with the sole responsibility of deciphering your feelings so that you can remain committed to your fear and past pain. Nah, son. Not me. Not today.

You won’t fight for a person you see value in because why? Because you want them to fight for you. I’ve run this rodeo a thousand times, I know how much to collect at the door. Fighting is code word for catch feelings and own them. I know, I’m being a presumptuous asshole right now, but here’s the gag. I own it. I own my feelings and I stand behind them. I am putting myself out there. I am taking the leap. Because if for no other reason, it means I grow. I refuse, REFUSE I say, to remain stagnant because of fear. I am strong enough to recover. That begins with believing in me. And I believes in me.

Love is a word. We identify a certain group of feelings as love but it is so layered and so multifaceted that WE make it far more complicated than it has to be. We lock it into this ownership contract when really love is the most liberating and freeing feeling there is. We lock ourselves into this turmoil of do or don’t. This restrictive negotiation of will or won’t. That at its core is about fear. The fear of mortality. The fear of difference. The fear of change. The fear of hurt. The fear of letting go. The fear of inadequacy. The fear of vulnerability. All of these fear bottleneck, forcing what we call love to sit and fester at the bottom of our selves losing its depth and purpose. Yall, get over yourselves. Seriously. We’re losing life out here. We must do better.

I’m not in-love. But I want to be. I want to be free to fawn all over the love of my life, my partner, my bestfriend, my lover, my spades partner, my homie, my lego supplier, video game dealer, my Ross to my Rachel. But gahtdamn. Meet me halfway. I would not ever minimize someone else’s experiences. We go through what is painful to us and we have to find the best way to heal so we can move forward in life. The problem is some of us aren’t healing. We’re finding comfortable spots within the pain that don’t hurt so much and making our home there. We venture out just far enough to see the view then run back to hidey hole at the first sign of feeling anything. Anything. That’s not the wave ladies and gentlemen.

When you can no longer decipher between the feelings that hurt and the feelings the free, you’ve lost the whole of the point. And, quite frankly, you should expect better than that from yourself.