We are the sum of our life experiences. Unless you’ve walked the same path, sit your ass down and shut up.

I Miss You Dad

No matter how far I get from September 10, 2009, the pain of that day is never more than a blink away.

Janet Jackson: New Face of NutriSystem

Janet is the new face of NutriSystem. She makes anything seem tasty. I can definitely say she makes me want to “Get On It”.

Let’s just say I’m referencing NutriSystem.

Just Stop

I can’t bear your manipulation.

Leave Michael Alone

When will these vultures stop? They tore Michael apart in life and now in death. I didn’t think anyone could stoop any lower until I learned the bed Michael Jackson died in will be up for auction. Are we fresh out of human decency? Michael was a human being with a heart, soul, mind, and spirit. Yet, people used and abused him as if he were an object. Radios are used less than Michael was in life. Michael took his last breath alone, scared, with the weight of the world on his shoulders, and in unspeakable pain. He felt abandoned in life and he was abandoned at the moment of death. How much suffering must one man endure? Michael’s death proved there are limits to suffering. Michael’s death proved it does matter how you treat people.

Entertainers are people, nothing more or less, just people. They cry salty tears just as we do. Painful words hurt them just as they hurt us. They are not immune to your hatred, insensitivity, cruelty, lies, and speculations, because they live in some perceived fantasy world. Nothing about the world they live in is a fantasy. However, the rest of you can’t see it, because you choose to close your eyes to the misery of others. You choose not to look beyond your existence. The world is bigger than what you see in front of you. You don’t have to walk in the shoes of the person next to you to know their suffering is as real as yours.

I remember saying as a kid, sticks and stone will break my bones, but words never hurt. It was absurd then as it is absurd today. Broken bones heal or can be fused together; I can’t say the same for the damage words leave behind. The sting of a bitter tongue can be greater than the force of a thousand swords. Viciousness slices through the core of our souls and most will forever wear the scars; not even death will hide them.

Michael is free from the brutality of your tongues. Never again will he shed a tear of pain. While Michael is free of your ignorance, his family is not. He has three beautiful children, a loving mother, caring father, devoted sisters, supportive brothers, and a list of caring relatives. They are all affected by the filth you spew. Why must they hear or read your unkind words simply, because you have the right to say them? With right comes responsibility. You are responsible for the misery your words inflict upon others. Michael’s family is forever changed by his loss. And just so you know, time doesn’t make death any easier. I’m never more than a blink away from the heartache of losing the people I dearly cherish. What sometimes get me through the day is listening to family & friends share loving memories of my dad and grandma. Entertainment families are no different. Hearing how Michael made a person smile makes another moment of peace for them attainable. On the other hand, listening to one of you fame-seeking parasites bash Michael, rips through them like a knife to the heart.

What is it about this family or entertainers in general make you think they aren’t deserving of love, kindness, and respect? What is it about this family or entertainers in general make you think they are immune to your hate? What makes you think the camera and the internet is your platform to hurt others? Have you not learned that words hurt? Have you not learned that words destroy people? Have you not learned that words kill? You have the right to feel whatever you feel and to think whatever you think; but you don’t have the right to weaponize your tongue against others.

Update: As of 11/15/2011, Michael’s death bed has been removed from the auction.

Out of Answers

I’m so tired of stressing. I look around and ask myself, what is the point? I just don’t see it anymore.

Janet Jackson Flashes a Sexy Smile on the Cover of Harper’s Bazaar Arabia

Fashioned in a drool inducing green, Janet evokes a desire to call her Ms. Jackson. If this November spread doesn’t press your “Nasty” button, nothing else will.

Can You See

Can you see the layers of my pain
Can you see the despair in my eyes
Can you see the hopelessness of my soul
Or the dying of my spirit

Can you feel the ridges of my scars
And the texture of my wounds
Can you feel the weight of my tears
Or the heaviness of my sighs

Can you see the hole loved ones dug into my heart
Can you see the dread on my face
Can you see I’m washed of color
And striped of power

Can you see the darkness surrounding me
And the bars trapping me

Can you see the guard standing before me
Or the guard standing behind me
Can you see the guard standing to my right
Or the guard standing to my left

Can you see what they’re doing
Can you sense their deception

Can you feel what they’re hiding
Are they hiding me
Or the me I use to be
Are the hiding the me I’ll never be
Or just the me you’ll never see?

My Love

If I cease to love those who fabricated their love for me, my love becomes just as treacherous and meaningless as their hearts.

Eyes of Fire

Miss Jackson can’t be stopped!

Cherry Tomatoes, Garlic & Basil Pasta