Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Love and Support
I started today tired and a bit sluggish. I knew I had so much to do and so little time in the day. I finally got up and got to work and figured out that it is better to build and team then take on the world alone. I sent a simple message out on facebook and myspace to a few good people and to my surprise the response was great. so many people to donate there services and time in order to support the movement. I hope that I can give them just a little of the boost they just gave me. so thank you to all of you. remember to be the change you want to see.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
MLK DAY
Yesterday was MLK DAY as we all know. I will be honest in saying that I haven't been celebrating in about four years. but this year was a little more productive. I met up with some other designers and a just walked around promoting our blog and various businesses. we got a lot of great response. it also showed me that effort is effective. and you have to take initiative to get things done. be the change you want to see, and be the best you possible.
http://www.avapparelstore.com/
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Friday, January 15, 2010
Love for Haiti Tee
Love for Haiti Tee available at www.avapparelstore.com. All proceeds go to Yele Haiti Fund. Please help in anyway you can. Be the change you want to see.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
another late night
so it is a little past five am and I am still up working on tese websites. being creative is awesome, but I have the issue of being too hands on at times. but I can always rest a sure that it is my vision, with no compromise. so I'll leave it at that. I'll post the links wen they are posted and perfect.
nite
nite
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Me at my purest
Me at my purest
What is the foundation on which I stand?
Before the complexities of life triggered its wrath,
The world was so small, yet a vast open land,
I don’t remember buildings, or even paths,
Nor do I recall faces, just an open hand,
Never plotting on who I was to be,
Just indulged in the things that filled me with glee,
Gloom rarely came,
Not even on rainy days,
I, me, and we would always remain,
The simplicity of destiny had me in a daze,
As I gaze quietly upon the pad,
This pen was the only aspiration I had,
What its use was varied,
When it no longer was in use, times were scary,
Pen like a plane, pad as the earth,
Mental exploration was all worth
It, as speratic images lapsing,
No glamour, glitz, or lights flashing,
To scribe things, made me a star,
Maybe just in my own mind by far,
Though near isolation,
Silence intensified my gravitation,
To a life of illustration,
Pen inked colors of celebration,
Of an unconscious revelation,
What my eyes dreamt of was mapped by my hand,
Time passes, through and through it never fails,
My sanity lies within the comforts of my creativity
No worldly activity could subdue what I am mentally
Just disturbs the process of my identity
I will not be removed from this quiet place
The comforts in which growth glides and dies
I am greatest with little component
Because what keeps me alive is what I have always grown with
Two feeds, fuels, and festers the flame which remains too glorious,
Yet overcame hurdles to be overcome,
Two deaths I would die
Life, and the pen and pad which makes me one,
It is like my sun,
The mean heats, desire, and evolution is one,
And when it is all said and done,
I would like to be remembered as my pad.
With the pen reciting eulogies,
This is me at my purest,
An open space that has been filled with a number of ideas,
But its intention is not to be heard,
But to be seen,
By those who have the capacity to breath and believe what it means to have expression
Which lingers and travels in different directions
Doing nothing more than provoking affection
This is me at my purest
What is the foundation on which I stand?
Before the complexities of life triggered its wrath,
The world was so small, yet a vast open land,
I don’t remember buildings, or even paths,
Nor do I recall faces, just an open hand,
Never plotting on who I was to be,
Just indulged in the things that filled me with glee,
Gloom rarely came,
Not even on rainy days,
I, me, and we would always remain,
The simplicity of destiny had me in a daze,
As I gaze quietly upon the pad,
This pen was the only aspiration I had,
What its use was varied,
When it no longer was in use, times were scary,
Pen like a plane, pad as the earth,
Mental exploration was all worth
It, as speratic images lapsing,
No glamour, glitz, or lights flashing,
To scribe things, made me a star,
Maybe just in my own mind by far,
Though near isolation,
Silence intensified my gravitation,
To a life of illustration,
Pen inked colors of celebration,
Of an unconscious revelation,
What my eyes dreamt of was mapped by my hand,
Time passes, through and through it never fails,
My sanity lies within the comforts of my creativity
No worldly activity could subdue what I am mentally
Just disturbs the process of my identity
I will not be removed from this quiet place
The comforts in which growth glides and dies
I am greatest with little component
Because what keeps me alive is what I have always grown with
Two feeds, fuels, and festers the flame which remains too glorious,
Yet overcame hurdles to be overcome,
Two deaths I would die
Life, and the pen and pad which makes me one,
It is like my sun,
The mean heats, desire, and evolution is one,
And when it is all said and done,
I would like to be remembered as my pad.
With the pen reciting eulogies,
This is me at my purest,
An open space that has been filled with a number of ideas,
But its intention is not to be heard,
But to be seen,
By those who have the capacity to breath and believe what it means to have expression
Which lingers and travels in different directions
Doing nothing more than provoking affection
This is me at my purest
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