Monday, October 22, 2012

Love Is Life Long

If you truly love somebody in the name of the Lord, you'll love them for a lifetime. The love a child should have for his parents should be unlimited. As well for parents, to have an unconditional love for their child.
T.S. Eliot who wrote "The Love Songs" gave me those thoughts when I read his poem. Love has its cycle which is repetitive, like an adolescent to adulthood, like a seed to a full grown flower. You love someone from black to grey (hair is what I'm referring too) and true love has no bounds, no color lines, no religious preference. 

Love is lost in many facets of today's society and who know's when its going to come back, but when words are put together right and disseminated across the world, people can be influenced for the better if the message is positive. That's one reason rap music is viewed in two different lights. The tongue holds power and one day we all should use it collectively, for one cause, for one true right we all deserve. To me, that's love.

 Love By Jordan Simmons
Thoughts wondering, mind racing
Arm pits sweaty, nervousness pounding away in my chest
Wondering why I’m not thinking about her breast
I realized it was because I wanted to be
What beats in her chest
Her HEART!
Which I believe is so bright
It can shine through oil at night
I felt love from the start
I swore it was beating deep down in my heart
Would go to the edge of the earth and
Fall off just to have you
Will break my back and kill demons for you.
Just call me Tom Cruise on Oprah’s couch
For WHO? For YOU?
That special girl out there
The one I need to survive like no other
My love runs deep so deep
Some nights I can’t even sleep!
Because I want to be your heart and the
Reason why it beats.
Your love so sweet.

Sunday, October 14, 2012

Robert Frost Decoded

Robert Frost's poem "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" is the poem I read and have a response too.


I believe when Frost says, "Whose woods these are I think I know," he is referring to God, who's house is in heaven, and Frost made the "house in the village" seem so far away. Even though you cannot see God doesn't mean he is not watching. The things you do can seem a little odd to the people around you, but at the same time it is a reason for everything. In this case, the peace and serenity felt on that cold winter night, must of been soothing to the point you would want to stay and soak up the comfort (sounds odd I know). But the character in the poem knows that their is more important work to be done, and in the since of faith. If you ask the Lord to guide you, you have to be willing to walk, and that's the promise. Many miles to go because we never know what God has in store for us and while we are on earth, success doesn't come while you're sleep. When its time for us to rest and sleep that's the day the Lord will call us home.


Here is a poem that I wrote via my Tumblr that I feel is enlightening just like Robert Frost's "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening"

A Message To The World by Jordan Simmons

Sunday, October 7, 2012

Naturalism Comparison


Before the new world was founded by the British, the life for the African culture was a life of surplus. Mass areas of land, great for herding cattle and farming land. Lands were rich with the first universities, social life, economic life, and a solid foundation of art and culture. What I am about to get into in no way, shape, or form is an intent to proclaim racism and separation. This is just a statement of facts, mixed with my personal opinion.

Jack London, who wrote "To Build a Fire" brought out the concepts of naturalism and natural selection in his stories. This made me want to compare naturalism to "the survival of the fittest", in other words, natural selection.

Now back to the point. Africans lived life through war and prosperity. They survived off the land and the harsh conditions the African continent could supply. When droughts hit, the strong in the tribe would move to the best conditions to fit their needs. Even had slaves, some that were white, and some that were African. Africans used slavery as a means of war, not oppression. Slaves were not neglected and they were not slaves for LIFE. Which was the biggest difference between the Africans and the Trans-Continental slave trade.

Slavery as we know it was the most inhumane act in history, even worse then the Holocaust. Capturing men, women, and children, and shipping them somewhere so foreign they don't even understand the language or the culture they were thrusts into. This form of slavery didn't only take Africans from their homes, it took everything they knew was true of life and balled it up and burned it along with, morals, love, and compassion, and the tried to take the spirit, but that's another entity in itself.

The British were not just taking your muscular men and women, they were taking, scholars, poets, priests, kings and queens. While doing so, dispersing them throughout the new world with over hundreds of other Africans from all over the continent that were also captured who all didn't speak the same language. A recipe for disaster.

Africans were naturally selected into slavery, here's why: The British tried to use Native Americans first, but they would be too weak to work under such harsh circumstances. Also, they knew the terrain and could easily escape and not be captured again. Lastly, the Natives, were that indeed. Natives in the "New World" and the true foreigners, the British were infecting them inadvertently with diseases like small pox and measles. No work could be done.


The British also tried indentured servitude, bringing debtors from Britain to work off there debt in the New World. After 5 years they were free and could earn money and live "free" like every one else. Some Africans, a small percentage came from Britain into this situation. And after white woman, and men began to use the court to contest the servitude because it was too harsh and they deserved better, and remorse was shown.

I guess that leaves the Africans, who later were brought over and brainwashed and sent out in the field to work and think like beasts and heathens. The African race has persevered and been through it all. No other race has had their identity erased and re made by another race and culture, to in return not be accepted fully in every aspect of that culture and way of life. We've lost a lot of people in our race for the rights that were taken and never given back. The ones too weak to handle the conditions they were forced to work in, the cold, the extreme heat, the rain, died. Also the ones weak mentally died fast from the extreme mental deprivations. Lastly, even the strong that ran because they hated their conditions so much, were killed by the hands of the white man.

Africans went through natural selection right before the worlds very eyes, and had to deal with what nature handed to them from the weather to the conditions brought upon them by people who are just the same as them.