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No one has the power to hurt you like yourself.

Some may say family, but thats caused by your expectations.

I hurt myself like no one else.

I inflict depression, mood swings, and life learnt lessons.

No one has the power to hurt me like myself.

Who can? I can, I do, and I will.

Self disappointment.

Self mutilation.

Self degradation

Self denial.

Self love.

Self preserverance.

Deep consideration.

Life motivation.

Out side manipulation must be allowed.

We open the door and then decide when to slam it shut.

Its my responsibility to be responsible for myslef.

If I dont care and guard myself, who will? And why should they?

Just how no one can hurt me like myself, no one can love me like myself either.

Feeble Mindedness

Are we all suffering from feeble-mindedness?

Why do we question our strengths?

What is a true weakness?


True weakness is a weak mind. If one cannot change their perspective on life after thinking. That is true feeble-mindedness. When and if you have the desire to commit suicide, and you cannot and or are unable to personally rationalize with yourself then you are suffering from feeble-mindedness. This disease of feeble-mindedness prohibits your ability to change your perspective. This disease can hinder personal, spiritual, and your business life.

Your life perspective shapes your reality. You cannot reason with the insane because there perspective is different from yours. You can only guide someone in hopes of changing their perspective of reality. The same applies to those who are suicidal, their perspectives on reality are different.

And that difference is life-shattering to them because of their perspective.

What is reality? Whether we all believe it or not reality is a perception. And a perception is the same as an interpretation of your surroundings. Interpretations are debatable. Your interpretation of your surroundings dictates your reality. An insane persons perception and interpretation abilities are warped if not completely broken.

Hindering them from rationalizing that they can change their future to anything, by changing their life perspective from a victim to a dictator. Who understands that they cannot control everything that happens in their life but that they can control how they handle and make their life situations better. Knowing that happiness is defined on individual bases, meaning that whenever you decide you can be happy.

Lets take a look at some definitions of a few above-mentioned words. Just for clarification and so that all readers are on the same page.


Feeble:ย  deficient in qualities or resources that indicate vigor, authority, force, or efficiency.

adjective, feebler, feeblest.

1. physically weak, as from age or sickness; frail.

2.weak intellectually or morally:

a feeble mind.

3.lacking in volume, loudness, brightness, distinctness, etc.:

a feeble voice; feeble light.

4.lacking in force, strength, or effectiveness:

feeble resistance; feeble arguments.

Feeble-mindedness: mentally deficient.

Perspectives: the capacity to view things in their true relations or relative importance. Example: trying to maintain my perspective.

Interpretation: the way something is explained or understood.

Lastly, lets review the definition of reality: Reality: something that is neither derivative nor dependent but exists necessarily an actual fact.

  1. something that exists independently of ideas concerning it.
  2. something that exists independently of all other things and from which all other things derive.


Even though our society has mad this rd and definition we cannot truly know something to be factual until we know all information. Considering how if we would % say that we know so we test our theories to the best of our knowledge. Then categorize it into the fact column.


With these words clearly defines we should all be able to reason for ourselves if what I’, proposing is true.

Now if perspectives are debatable, then does that suggest reality to be debatable? I believe so. If you are not constantly questioning and testing your reality theories then you are suffering from feeble-mindedness also. You are not using your brain to the best of its abilities, you are only partially utilizing your brains true abilities. Your brain performance is deficient.


Simply you are obligated to properly utilize the brain and not think feebly.

So, realities debatable then how do we define up from down?


Facts are theories or perspectives that we have questioned and proven true to the best of our abilities. Example the color blue is a pigment, definitions do not change because we decide to change the name. The color blue will not change to orange if we start calling blue orange and vise versa. The same is true with reality, test perspectives to the best of one’s ability then and only then can we move these theories into our self-made category that we consider facts.

In order to move theories into the fact column we have to be willing to one think, then think again and then again in another way. Willingness to change your interpretation which dictates your perspective of reality.

That is how we break out of our feeble-mindedness. With this perspective on the perspective, we can change our reality. With the ability to change one’s perspective or reality this gives the control over how we pave our future realities. Which also gives the ability to change one’s future.

You can perceive your life to be over when fired from your job. Or you can change your perspective on your current reality that your life is over. Or you can take this opportunity and freedom to become independent, or star over and build whatever business or life endeavor your desire to build from the bottom back to the top. Even better, you can change your reality to be greater than you perceived it would be. Perception is our missing link and key in life to healing ourselves from feeble-mindedness.


This was an Off The Dome Tuesday post and I hope to the least I encouraged and laid the path of new neurons leading to a new perspective on life. Or caused you to retravel a previous thought path.

Feeble-Mindedness has been a constant struggle for me in my last 3 years. I have had independence of my mind declared in my previous: Deceleration of Independence ๐Ÿค—

My purpose is not to condemn or to offend but to encourage and uplift all of my readers and followers as well as myself. I truly love how everyone wants the world to be a better place but I say forget the word and let’s make humanity into better people. And with better people, they will feel inclined to better our world.ย  what better way to start than with yourself?

Thankfully in this new breathtaking year, we call 2018 I encouragingly challenge everyone to strive for freedom internally and externally. No longer chained by our inner demons of feeble-mindedness.

Have a Happy New Year with unfathomable accomplishments leaving behind our struggles of 2017. And wrestling with new 2018 struggles, which is a good thing because life always has struggled and I have no problem with struggling our striving for new heights in life. I have a problem if year after year I fight with the same demons/struggles.

So again, let’s leave behind our feeble-mindedness of 2017 declare independence, seek self-loveHow to Heal Childhood Wounds, healing of inner wounds, mending relationships; Male Masculinity and Relationships, and partaking in prosperous actions. no longer dwelling in pseudo-masculinity, and our concepts of adulthood, or life perspectives. Let us grow past 2017 and spring into 2018.



My mind is weighing me down.

Chocking my heart, causing me a stupendous amount of grief.

Leaving me stunned.

Far from amazed.

Trapping me in a thunderous haze

Its heavy, chocking, causing me to gage.

As I reach up and around hunting for a psychological inhaler.

Trying but just continuing to aspirate.

Joy, won’t you dwell in my heart and allow me to breathe?

Peace, manifest yourself in my bones.


My mind is so heavy.

My heart seems heavier than life.

Even though my heart and mind is life.

My mind controls my life.

So if my mind is heavy, my heart is an unwilling subject.

Following ever so closely.

Mimicking every thoughtless detail of my brain.


My heart sunken to its lowest depth.

Fighting to remember, focus on the serendipity feelings of life.

Shoving away and no longer dwelling on the past.

Allowing my mind to scurry towards my future.

My heart and mind once heavily chained.


How we got free?

We learned how to unchain this heart and mind.

Loose, yourself from mental suicide.

Assassination of our inner man

This is abuse and we need not aid in our own mental abuse.




Changing faster than the seasons and hours.

Evoking conviction or bliss.

Stroking an inner cyst.

Hemorrhage in the heart.

Emotions sway.

Seizing the day.

Eclips of the brain.

Changing our hearts.

Trifling, tactless, and indiscreet.

Degrading our thoughts

Manefesting in our walks

The worst kind of thoughts.

Emotion filled thoughts.

Relentless, hence why we never stop.

Why dont we evolve?

Discontinue this unworthy brand.

Unmingle it with the seed of man.

Cast it fare from within our hands.

No longer shall we mention its name.

I agree, we all agree.

Lets make this a decree

Please, dont forget the plan?

The worst is an emotion driven man.

We will rationalize.

Not internalize.

Respond with only facts.

Do not decend into this sin.

Gather our courage and strength.

“We the people,” can make this stand.

This is a battle not for the wimp.

“Oh, you need much strength.”

Muster, crumple, gather all your wits.

As one, we will recompense.

Indemnify, those who suffered ill fate.

At the hands of the worst man trait.

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Puffed throat.

Needle-like salvia .

Feverish burning.

Flurrying heart.

No desire for air.

Trying to rationalize and swallow.

Digest the thorns forced down the path way.


Bloody parade.

Deception of the brain.

Ingestion of the coal.

Perfection and power is the goal.

Decent into the ever consuming Abyss.

Entrance without an exit.

One solid direction, no loops and turns just a straight decent.

Bekended by internal calls.

Slavish, barbaric place.

What to do when your soul went the wrong way?

Who to call when fatal deception is your fall?

Should we turn around?

Cough up the gold, silver and rust?

Or enjoy the suffication?

Accession of the mind?

Scratchy, abrasive, scalding of man kind.

Suple, elastic, gritty was our kind.

In the end.

We all will see the end.

So whats the point, why shouldn’t we give in?

This place in Time

Have you ever craved a particular kind of music?

But can never find the style that meets your current feeling.

This is something new to me.

I’ve always known what song, what artist, and the exact tempo to play to coincide with my inside yearning.

But as of late, I can’t seem to find a song, artists, or genre to agree with my current space.

I am not a one genre kind of person

I mingle in pop, classical, rap, Rnb, Country, and jazz, Practically everything under the Sun.

But as of right now I struggle to find someone who matches my place in time.

I know tons of songs, but none seem to fit.

They don’t eas my mind and make me think “That’s it!”

I’ve reluctantly come to the conclusion that maybe I’ve grown to another frame of mind.

Including the oldies, all the way back to the twenties up until now.

Nothing, and I mean nothing soothes my soul.

It might be “when you know more, more is required of you” type of phenomenon.

Considering with this feeling came my desire to start my blog and start writing more.

As well as my personal decree to stop watching tv and many other idle things, and replace those moments in time with informative videos, and books.

This is what caused my spiral into watching TEDx talk videos about self-love, how to achieve your goals. I’ve listened to Malcolm Gladwell books, Read The Five Love Languages by Gary Chapman.

Which, has revolutionized my daily expectations in my current life.

I now want more love from myself for myself as well as to others. I don’t want to live stereotypically vague. Working, searching for love, with an internal itch for something more out of my life.

In the moments of these feelings, I have times where I just have the urge to cry.

I don’t particularly think I have many reasons to cry.

I don’t believe myself to be pessimistic just realistic on my outlook on life.

Whatever the cause may be at least I think I know what the effect on myself is going to be.

A part of me does not want to completely leave what I have known and allowed to be my comfort.

But, then the other part of me knows that it will kill me if I never leave these things behind.

I will continue to lay in bed at night and negate the unwise things I let consume my time.

Which leads to my guilt of daily spending my time, resulting in me doing random things at night. Reading, schoolwork, Tedx videos, Research, all because I feel guilty about the things I don’t do in the day.

I want so much more from myself. And I can not wait for someone to come and hold my hand to guide me through this change. This is something that me, myself, and I, has to gird up myself and triumph through.

I know this may seem vague, but for those who understand. You as well should let go.

Let go of whatever you know is no longer good for you.

No matter how long it or they have been your source of comfort, your soul will continue to be dismayed.

I feel the beckoning to change, and I don’t want to criticize myself for not leaving these things behind. They are not the center of the universe. Let alone my world.

  • I will break free from this chain, even though its things that I have attached to myself.
  • I have engaged in my own persecution, mutilation, and subjugation. I knowingly submit myself to people and things.
  • I no longer want this in my life.

As of this moment in time, I am still unsure of the true meaning behind my inability to find music to my taste and be truly engaged in other idle things, tv shows, movies, and futile things, that doesn’t do me any good. I who call myself an adult, feel that I have to be entertained by primordial kinds of paraphernalia.

I’m learning to retrain myself to enjoy at all times things that are truly beneficial to my mind, body, life, and future. I no longer want to want tyrannicalย  ( pleasures) that are typical; teaching me nothing but how not to trust, bad stereotypical traits of men, women, other races, and even of my next of kin. Its no longer desirable, and I won’t succumb. Replacing them with profitable interests.

I felt that I was suppressing my desire to write, change my daily routine, and attributes of my life, which was a suppression of myself. Inside of this movement that I created, I hope it creates a stampede within myself. So that I will blitz towards truth and true betterment of myself and spirit. Which, will manifest in all aspects of my life.

This place in time.



Ascension: Cinnamon

Hellow, and greetings to all. I know the post of the week is late but all is well. And I hope its enjoyed.

A color poem is whats in mind.

This kind of poem is my own personal invention. One where every line includes a color.

This particular poem today is a man’s description of a woman.

I hope everyone is familiar with their colors.

It’s not really necessary, just ask google.

Without further ado:




Yes, tawny was her hair.

Syrupy, was her ting.

Mint was her air.

Cinnamon, are her eyes.

Walnut, etched cheekbones.

Ginger on her backbone.

And a brunette colored spine.


Mulberry twing, about her hips.

Boysenberry were her lips.

Tangerine, were her hands.

A sandstone brine, for her hind.

Spice, in between her thighs.

With a butterscotch undertone.

Had on a honeydew kind of dress.

With a brick house of a stance.

Arctic, was our view.

Candy was her tongue.

Marmalade, I sniffed her Perfume.

Honey was her touch.

Golden is her hue.

Lemon, she had much zest.

Fire etched her eyes.

Aries was her sign.


While thinking, I suddenly thought how warm darkness is.

I assume a good way to get a glimpse into a persons mental state is by asking how they feel about darkness.

And by darkness, I mean discribe your feelings on a deep dark night when you step outside.

When younger, I was scared of the night. My mind would be filled with thoughts of what ifs. (Someone or thing was lurking around waiting to pounce.)๐Ÿ•ต๏ธโ€โ™‚๏ธ

Never taking the time to realish in the beauty of the night.

Quite, peaceful , stillness, and settle soft breezes of wind tickleing my face.

The beauty of the night sky.

Maybe its just me experiencing the warm florida nights.

But, the night is so warm. It just feels just right at times.

It’s quite, my thoughts are loud and clear with no interruption,except from my next train of thought.

Everyone talks about how breathtaking the sky is in day time. Or a tear jurking stary night.

I enjoy the pitch dark nights where you wounder where everything and one is hiding.

Do you go outside at night?

What for?

How does it make you feel?

Please dont be afraid, dont think of the monsters of the day.

Let the night cleans you.

There is beauty in the dark night sky.

Maybe even more than the bright day.

Because the dark sky forces, faith and hope for another day.

Darkness has its own kind of brightness.

We just have to stop to feel it.

It can feel heavy or light, maybe it depends on the night.

I guess it depends on your view of the night.


Deceleration of Independence ๐Ÿค—

Don’t we all grow up hearing this cliche from wise people; “you will never be successful in a relationship until you learn to love yourself or understand yourself.”

Yep, we’ve all heard this a million times and until the other day, I thought that I did truly love myself.

But then as I was watching this TEDx video about marriage I discovered that I needed to marry myself.

And I thought; what is this three time married and divorced woman talking about! Marry myself ๐Ÿ˜.

Then I took into consideration of how short this speech was and decided to at least give my undivided and nonprejudice attention.

Wow, what a decision that was. I am happy that I took the time to listen to this lady and my conclusion is as follows. ๐Ÿ˜„

I had to love myself exactly where I was financial, mentally, and spiritually. I thought that since I knew I was beautiful physically and a little bit more than fiscally, then I loved myself.

I was not one of the people to whom this saying was attributed to.

But while watching, I learned that I didn’t love myself unconditionally. For the worst and ugly truth. This part of ourselves we suppress from a very young age.

Through sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, and until death do us apart.

I realized that I loved or found value in myself solely based upon conditions; my aspirations of my future self.

Not for who I was currently, but for who I was striving to become.

And that my friends are not unconditional let alone basic love.


So, while watching this video this lady went on about how she married thrice and left all her husbands because after three to four years she felt unhappy and unsatisfied.

Talk about the horror story to our supposedly happy ever afters.๐Ÿ˜ฃ

She spent her life looking for someone else to complete her, instead of herself being a whole person and the other person a companion to herself.

We all have been bamboozled, male and females into thinking that we need another person to complete us, or to make us feel loved.

When this is not the case, we have to love ourselves first and then we can love others not just our significant other but everyone we come into contact with.

Now, getting to the point of this post. I made a new declaration and discovery.


Declaration of Independence:

1. From others and now to a dependency to Myself

2. That from this day forward I will love myself wholeheartedly and unconditionally. I will no longer be dependent upon others. Truely indulging in my redefined dependency upon my current self.

3. For better or for worse. Through sickness and in health. For who I am right now and not for who I want to be. Even if I never reach any and I mean any of my dreams and or asperations.

4. I will love myself for myself and not for anyone else. I love myself just for wanting to love myself.

5. I take me myself and I to be my lawfully wedded (partner in life ), to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death does us part.


Our society teaches a false or partial self-love. We have to stop wondering how other people feel about us.

And consider how we feel about them, not the other way around. You are not the center of attention but they or the world is your center of attention.

With this new mindset, ย we can all reach or maintain that young or old self-awareness. Elders and really young children know this but somewhere in between, we lose this self-dedication.

So here comes the cliche line, Join me in my new found journey to self love. :/

No, really do join me this will be great and more than worth it, because (in a whispering loud voice) we may end up alone.

Not everyone finds that special someone or has the time. But even those people might not know how to properly love themselves. ๐Ÿ™‚