Tyler Perry has done it again! Contributing to the heavy realization of the black movie business being more than comedy, but growth, spirituality and life lessons. From the first preview I saw I wanted to see this movie!

"For Colored Girls Only" had me at the title, kept me with the talent, Janet Jackson, Loretta Devine, Kimberly Elise, Whoopi Goldberg, Phylicia Rashad, Anika Noni Rose, Jill Scott, Macy Gray etc , and "For Colored Girls Only" is just one of twenty influential poems, spoken by seven women, each with their own major problem dilemna and fighting through it.

I give it a MUST SEE

especially for all colored girls 

and dont hesitate bringing tissue to this movie!

****

"Become Yourself"

This may not be the sweetest post to anyways tongue.

But it quite frankly needs to be put out of my system, my aura, my space.

It's ruining my mood and my developing outlook on the world.

I was "Chilling" yesterday.

Normal day in Orangeburg,

Dreary, depressing and redundant.

But I make the best... sometimes, by chilling.

Chilling which could be a number of things but right now I'm not getting specific 

cause chilling was never the problem.

However the person I choose to chill with yesterday stirred a lot up in me.

I am not one to shy away from arguments especially

when I am heavily connected to the topic, but chill buddy yesterday crossed, drew and ran right threw the line.

Things I hold close to me are what anyone else would hold close to theirs.

Plus this here blog. 

Having it for some years, it is my buddy ol pal.

My closest buddy I can voice my opinions and know they will be heard.

What I post is real, authentic and at times embarrassing but 

it's my way to voice myself and I wouldnt change it for the world

 I don't keep an in depth journal and tis why I

don't get so personal on this here blog.

I mean this is still the internet.

Business EVERY WHICH WAY.

....

But I digress.

Chill buddy yesterday 

basically asked me being who I am, what I talked about on my blog.

That not being such a problem though, chill buddy has been in my life for more than a year,

knowing about my blog and visiting should have came hand in hand,

But however, I gave that one away.

Maybe he (yes he), is not the blog, computer or even internet type.

The closest he may get to the internet is the keyboard on his phone.

-_- maybe.

So I elaborated a little about what my blog was about...

Wasn't even finished my God damned sentence when..

YEAH

"Who are you, though? To right this stuff, like who is nik_gold? Am I a source to care?"

came slurring out of his mouth.

Now I know he may not be the only one to have that question, 

nik_gold?

blogger?

what's that?

But the way you undermine someone for their worth and

meaning limits them as a 

person, and what they could someday be...

Plus, blogging is freeeeeeeee, internet is unlimited and 

what I do with my site is everything and ANYTHING for me.

It's my Myspace reloaded, Facebook 7.0, TwitterPLUS,

It's my open end to a closed fist and anyone with a problem can just not read,

go read necole Bitchie or something and have a nice day.

Now I don't know who my readers surround themselves with but

someone who is willing to down something or someone before they fully understand

anything and you chill with them, and theyre arent giving you advice.

PUHLEASE

I think less of them than all the racist, timids, morbids, close minded, individuals in the world

especially since I was chilling with you in redundant, depressing Orangeburg trying to make the best of it.

Spit.

Your belief that one person can mean nothing makes YOU less than anything.

It was nice too.
and quite lengthy...

I didn't really expect it 

but welcomed it fully with open arms.

You have never done anything 

significant in life if nothing is permanetly made for you.

Or maybe I'm just thinking this way

because I have my own poem now...

Either way,

My gratitude, humbleness and applause is granted

to the lovely poet.

If you didn't write the poem


=X

                                                                                        

Realized no one's life is simple and cute.

But intwining with events, people and accomidies that just nearly fill in the blanks.

A notebook with no paper.

Left unfulfilled until someone glues the restless pages back in.

What kind of life to live when no one trully fits in?

Bumping into each others' messes like a Coney Island joy ride.

How distant a path we pave blinded by ignorance

The bittersweet consequences we all bring.

No one's life is simple and cute

I rebuttle

Because Life is nothing short of suttle

Not meant to cuddle

We can only fess up and confide

In our bear for the moment, the friend 

who may be oh so kind

Making memories to last a lifetime

While cementing our attitudes toward life and beyond.

No one's life is simple and cute.

It surely is not a suit

Anyone could wear

Drifting to the side of our parallel life

Like old pajama wear

We lay our heads to dream these dreams

Complicated as they seem

Simply the truth seen and unseen.

Beyond the pages, glue and despair

We are all left to be complicated amongst each other

To win, to lose, someone must dare

Old Honest Souls

Old souls are the best 

Not only are they experienced and very wise

But they are no nonsense.

Life is fun when you use your time wisely.

But what these old honest souls have figured out is that

there is no time to bs.

Grab hold to a old honest soul

They will take you around the world

And leave a smile on your face 

When its their time to leave

Dead Leaves Fall Timelessly

It has been a dead month.

Just based on the lack of posts

you can tell I'm creatively frustrated

Because I get no time to express myself

emotions or anything I'm going through

But because of the lack of time management

I don't seem to have time for anything

It's kind of crummy really,

forget about any "me" time

Everyone needs me time!

It's nicknamed keep-sane time*

to adjust my feelings or auras

Instead it's

It's this that this.. Oops something popped up

LETS GO!.

So tomorrow, Friday.

I shall google-write-plan

time management

the process, the execution, the life*

Cause simply writing down what's due and

what's when in my planner

doesnt seem to time manage a thing.

The Silent Music

There is this silent music
that plays in my ears
Oblivious to the fact that no one cares
I dance
I jump
I wish I could see
The sweet songs melodies

I'm punished for not subsiding
and ignoring it like everyone else
but music is music right?
Shouldn't I adhere?
I don't know what the people want or
how to dish it
but the silent music plays in my ears
gathering my courage and
moving my limbs for me
swaying side to side

My pride
only hides
as the 3 minutes prepare an audience
to judge me

My mind wonders off down the yellow brick road
and the silent music carries me like a baby
and a bottle
my willingness sold

Back to my spaceship
where the silent music plays me into my sleep

The "Struggle"

Not only was I casted in my FIRST movie called, "Struggle" and no matter how small a movie it encourages me to expand my wings and test my limits, but this week has been a constant struggle.

In between my lack of attention, remorseful load of homework they decided to disperse in college and the lack of financial funds I've been living with, I used the word struggle as my word of the week.

Getting out of bed was a struggle... but lets me real... is that new?

What has been shockingly new however are low funds, compared to the workaholic reflected checking account I had earlier this summer, my savings have surely dwindled down.

From food, to necessities to unexpected dilemnas, the zeros surrounding my money escaped and ventured off elsewhere.

My search for a job was successful, not.

Hearing the same, "We will get back to you."

"We are not hiring but expecting applications."

I felt like I was on the same financial rollercoaster as this summer before Chili's and I despised it.

My resume was right, schedule tight but the money situation was certainly not right.

I sighed, I got sadder easily when I couldn't by food out, because quite frankly food makes me happy and continued my lowly struggle not only this week but this whole month.

I let no one know however because quite frankly, no one but my mom could help.

I'm not rich but I usually have money in my pocket, a little something, something

and to tell the truth I can't even remember how I got money in my pocket before I had my job.

Now I am really appreciative of what Chili's did for me... financially that is.

Then...

A miracle happened and God bestowed upon me a blessing in disguise, my accident earlier this summer,

only to settle and to be given the power to lighten my moms crazy load and fill

up my gas tank all the way for the first time this semester.

I went to the school's library and straight-studied, organizing my mind, schedule and my

workload to better suite me and my needs

but before I run free-happily, I must realize that in order to do better, I need

to get myself financially straight to keep an income like this coming in.

Before the weight of so much was lifted just a little...

I struggled.