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Thread One : Jungle Fever Vs Caramel Fever : Soulful Layers (Blog)
Tag: creative-writing
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I’m constantly inspired by Daniel 1:20, where one man’s wisdom shone ten times brighter than his peers, as I strive to grow 10x better every single day. This isn’t just about sharpening my skills or building mental resilience—it’s about carving my own path to personal growth and self-discovery. Is it wrong, as Sade might sing,
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Dissected Treads Tread One : Growing 10x Better: Journey of Self-Improvement and Authentic Allure
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The First Tread From “Behind These Versace Glasses” (Poem)” . Becoming the Barbaric King: A Poem of Prophecy, Guilt, and 2 Kings 8:13 (Poem)… I sit with my poem, its words like scars I can’t ignore, trying to understand how I became the man I am. Writing this poem about prophecy and transformation felt like
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Dissected Threads Thread 1 :Becoming the barbaric King :A Poem of Prophecy, Guilt and 2 kings 8:13
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The First Tread from “Caramel Fever (Poem)” is The Soulful Layers. My Fever’s Cinematic EchoWhen I watch Spike Lee’s Jungle Fever, I see “jungle fever” unfold as a wild, tangled pull—Flipper and Angie caught in a taboo storm of interracial desire, weighed down by society’s glare. I feel that raw energy resonate when I write,
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The Caramel Skin… Treads Thread One : Jungle Fever Vs Caramel Fever : Soulful Layers (Blog)
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The Fourth Tread from “Leave Me Alone II“ “The Aesthetic Of Decay“ When I see “a gruesome suicide, painted in front of my eyes,” the image hits me with a visceral force, its vividness carving a scene of raw, unfiltered horror into my mind. The word “gruesome” doesn’t just suggest death—it drags me into a
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The Third Tread from “Leave Me Alone II“ “Kali’s Puppet: How the Villain of the System Meets Its End“ One can see it now—Kali holds the villain in her hands, and the realization cuts through like a blade. The system has always felt like a crushing weight, an oppressive presence that’s been suffocating lives for
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The Second Tread from “Leave Me Alone II“ “Faith Fuels My Defiance: A New Freedom“ The”slave ship” wasn’t just the 9-to-5—it was a whole fleet: capitalism’s greed sucking my time dry, society’s rules boxing me in, and the ghosts of historical chains rattling in my bones. It wasn’t work alone; it was a system that
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The First Tread from “Leave Me Alone II” “Triumph Over Circumstance: Stoicism Fuels My Soul” When I say, “This system can’t kill my vibe,” I’m claiming a strength that runs deeper than the chaos around me. The system—be it the 9-to-5 grind, societal pressure, or life’s relentless demands—tries to crush me, but I stand firm.
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I’m constantly inspired by Daniel 1:20, where one man’s wisdom shone ten times brighter than his peers, as I strive to grow 10x better every single day. This isn’t just about sharpening my skills or building mental resilience—it’s about carving my own path to personal growth and self-discovery. Is it wrong, as Sade might sing,
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Dissected Treads Tread One : Growing 10x Better: Journey of Self-Improvement and Authentic Allure
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The First Tread From “Behind These Versace Glasses” (Poem)” . Becoming the Barbaric King: A Poem of Prophecy, Guilt, and 2 Kings 8:13 (Poem)… I sit with my poem, its words like scars I can’t ignore, trying to understand how I became the man I am. Writing this poem about prophecy and transformation felt like
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Dissected Threads Thread 1 :Becoming the barbaric King :A Poem of Prophecy, Guilt and 2 kings 8:13
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The First Tread from “Caramel Fever (Poem)” is The Soulful Layers. My Fever’s Cinematic EchoWhen I watch Spike Lee’s Jungle Fever, I see “jungle fever” unfold as a wild, tangled pull—Flipper and Angie caught in a taboo storm of interracial desire, weighed down by society’s glare. I feel that raw energy resonate when I write,
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The Caramel Skin… Treads Thread One : Jungle Fever Vs Caramel Fever : Soulful Layers (Blog)
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The Fourth Tread from “Leave Me Alone II“ “The Aesthetic Of Decay“ When I see “a gruesome suicide, painted in front of my eyes,” the image hits me with a visceral force, its vividness carving a scene of raw, unfiltered horror into my mind. The word “gruesome” doesn’t just suggest death—it drags me into a
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The Third Tread from “Leave Me Alone II“ “Kali’s Puppet: How the Villain of the System Meets Its End“ One can see it now—Kali holds the villain in her hands, and the realization cuts through like a blade. The system has always felt like a crushing weight, an oppressive presence that’s been suffocating lives for
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The Second Tread from “Leave Me Alone II“ “Faith Fuels My Defiance: A New Freedom“ The”slave ship” wasn’t just the 9-to-5—it was a whole fleet: capitalism’s greed sucking my time dry, society’s rules boxing me in, and the ghosts of historical chains rattling in my bones. It wasn’t work alone; it was a system that
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The First Tread from “Leave Me Alone II” “Triumph Over Circumstance: Stoicism Fuels My Soul” When I say, “This system can’t kill my vibe,” I’m claiming a strength that runs deeper than the chaos around me. The system—be it the 9-to-5 grind, societal pressure, or life’s relentless demands—tries to crush me, but I stand firm.
The Fourth Tread from “Leave Me Alone II“
“The Aesthetic Of Decay“
When I see “a gruesome suicide, painted in front of my eyes,” the image hits me with a visceral force, its vividness carving a scene of raw, unfiltered horror into my mind. The word “gruesome” doesn’t just suggest death—it drags me into a decay so deep it repulses and fascinates me all at once, an aesthetic that somehow makes the grotesque beautiful. I can’t help but think of Schopenhauer’s bleak view: life as a ceaseless churn of suffering, a canvas I’m forced to stare at, smeared with despair’s dark shades. For me, this suicide isn’t just an end—it’s a desperate claim to power in a world that offers nothing but pain, the last stroke I imagine on a portrait of collapse.
But the fact that I see it “painted” shifts everything—it’s not just happening; I’m making it art. I’m the one holding the brush, turning chaos into something deliberate. I stand back, not caught up in the mess but watching it unfold, a chronicler of ruin. It feels like Schopenhauer’s resignation creeping in—I know the will to live is a sham, yet here I am, still compelled to look, to record. Whether it’s “Kali” or some suffocating system I’ve conjured, its end isn’t a victory—it’s a self-inflicted fall, and I’m the one staring at it, unflinching.
There’s a strange calm in that distance, a Buddhist echo whispering that nothing lasts—not Kali, not the systems I’ve built in my head, nothing. They crumble, their power fading into a smudge of paint I’ve left on the canvas. Nietzsche’s words hit me here: “What does not kill me makes me stronger” (Twilight of the Idols), but I wonder—maybe it’s not strength I gain, just the grit to keep watching as it all unravels. That gruesome suicide I’ve painted isn’t just a finish line; it’s a truth I can’t escape: everything mighty—gods, rules, me—rots away, and I’m left holding the brush, tracing the outlines of impermanence.
So I find myself caught in this aesthetic of decay, a twisted kind of freedom in the wreckage I’ve imagined. That suicide I see isn’t only suffering—it’s my quiet rebellion against anything lasting too long, against the lie of forever. The Bible’s voice cuts through: “For dust you are, and to dust you shall return” (Genesis 3:19), and I feel it in my bones, a truth that ties me to the dirt and the divine all at once. Schopenhauer’s gloom, Buddhism’s letting go, Nietzsche’s defiance—they mix in me, and I turn the horror into something I can hold, something almost beautiful. What’s left is an image I can’t shake—not a scream, but a proof of everything falling apart, and me, still here, watching it fade.
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I’m constantly inspired by Daniel 1:20, where one man’s wisdom shone ten times brighter than his peers, as I strive to grow 10x better every single day. This isn’t just about sharpening my skills or building mental resilience—it’s about carving my own path to personal growth and self-discovery. Is it wrong, as Sade might sing,
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Dissected Treads Tread One : Growing 10x Better: Journey of Self-Improvement and Authentic Allure
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The First Tread From “Behind These Versace Glasses” (Poem)” . Becoming the Barbaric King: A Poem of Prophecy, Guilt, and 2 Kings 8:13 (Poem)… I sit with my poem, its words like scars I can’t ignore, trying to understand how I became the man I am. Writing this poem about prophecy and transformation felt like
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Dissected Threads Thread 1 :Becoming the barbaric King :A Poem of Prophecy, Guilt and 2 kings 8:13
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The First Tread from “Caramel Fever (Poem)” is The Soulful Layers. My Fever’s Cinematic EchoWhen I watch Spike Lee’s Jungle Fever, I see “jungle fever” unfold as a wild, tangled pull—Flipper and Angie caught in a taboo storm of interracial desire, weighed down by society’s glare. I feel that raw energy resonate when I write,
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The Caramel Skin… Treads Thread One : Jungle Fever Vs Caramel Fever : Soulful Layers (Blog)
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The Fourth Tread from “Leave Me Alone II“ “The Aesthetic Of Decay“ When I see “a gruesome suicide, painted in front of my eyes,” the image hits me with a visceral force, its vividness carving a scene of raw, unfiltered horror into my mind. The word “gruesome” doesn’t just suggest death—it drags me into a
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The Third Tread from “Leave Me Alone II“ “Kali’s Puppet: How the Villain of the System Meets Its End“ One can see it now—Kali holds the villain in her hands, and the realization cuts through like a blade. The system has always felt like a crushing weight, an oppressive presence that’s been suffocating lives for
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The Second Tread from “Leave Me Alone II“ “Faith Fuels My Defiance: A New Freedom“ The”slave ship” wasn’t just the 9-to-5—it was a whole fleet: capitalism’s greed sucking my time dry, society’s rules boxing me in, and the ghosts of historical chains rattling in my bones. It wasn’t work alone; it was a system that
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The First Tread from “Leave Me Alone II” “Triumph Over Circumstance: Stoicism Fuels My Soul” When I say, “This system can’t kill my vibe,” I’m claiming a strength that runs deeper than the chaos around me. The system—be it the 9-to-5 grind, societal pressure, or life’s relentless demands—tries to crush me, but I stand firm.
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Prince, the unparalleled creativity machine in the music industry, set a standard for prolific output that remains unmatched. Despite the likelihood of never reaching a fraction of his creative volume, delving into his process reveals invaluable lessons applicable to any aspiring artist or creator. Here are six profound takeaways from Prince’s innovative approach:
- Work Fast: In an era before digital recording, Prince’s ability to swiftly produce music was extraordinary. He leveraged his preference for working with minimal friction, often collaborating with female engineers to maintain speed and momentum. His relentless pace resulted in a staggering output, with songs like “Kiss” and “Sign of the Times” crafted in a single day.
- Become a Finisher: Prince’s tenacity to see projects through to completion was remarkable. He remained committed to his creative vision, often sticking with one idea until it reached its full potential. His dedication was evident in hits like “When Doves Cry,” recorded in just two days.
- Stop Trying to Be a Perfectionist: Rejecting the perfectionist tendencies of the era, Prince prioritized capturing raw emotion over technical precision. Embracing imperfections allowed him to preserve the authenticity and spontaneity of his music, fostering a deeper connection with his audience.
- Make Art Every Day: Prince’s unrivalled work ethic was characterized by an unwavering commitment to his craft. Whether on tour or in the studio, he dedicated every waking moment to making music, embodying the essence of a true creativity machine.
- Sleep: Despite his intense schedule, Prince recognized the importance of rest and rejuvenation. His reverence for sleep was so profound that he installed a bed in his studio, ensuring he could recharge when necessary without compromising his creative output.
- Vault Mentality: Prince approached each day as an opportunity to craft his legacy, meticulously archiving his recordings in a vault. This repository housed a treasure trove of fully mixed songs and albums, representing the breadth and depth of his creative genius.
By internalizing these lessons, creators can enhance their productivity, tap into their creative flow, and leave a lasting impact on their respective fields. While few may match Prince’s incomparable output, adopting his mindset can propel individuals toward greater artistic fulfilment and success.
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I’m constantly inspired by Daniel 1:20, where one man’s wisdom shone ten times brighter than his peers, as I strive to grow 10x better every single day. This isn’t just about sharpening my skills or building mental resilience—it’s about carving my own path to personal growth and self-discovery. Is it wrong, as Sade might sing,
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Dissected Treads Tread One : Growing 10x Better: Journey of Self-Improvement and Authentic Allure
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The First Tread From “Behind These Versace Glasses” (Poem)” . Becoming the Barbaric King: A Poem of Prophecy, Guilt, and 2 Kings 8:13 (Poem)… I sit with my poem, its words like scars I can’t ignore, trying to understand how I became the man I am. Writing this poem about prophecy and transformation felt like
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Dissected Threads Thread 1 :Becoming the barbaric King :A Poem of Prophecy, Guilt and 2 kings 8:13
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The First Tread from “Caramel Fever (Poem)” is The Soulful Layers. My Fever’s Cinematic EchoWhen I watch Spike Lee’s Jungle Fever, I see “jungle fever” unfold as a wild, tangled pull—Flipper and Angie caught in a taboo storm of interracial desire, weighed down by society’s glare. I feel that raw energy resonate when I write,
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The Caramel Skin… Treads Thread One : Jungle Fever Vs Caramel Fever : Soulful Layers (Blog)
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The Fourth Tread from “Leave Me Alone II“ “The Aesthetic Of Decay“ When I see “a gruesome suicide, painted in front of my eyes,” the image hits me with a visceral force, its vividness carving a scene of raw, unfiltered horror into my mind. The word “gruesome” doesn’t just suggest death—it drags me into a
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The Third Tread from “Leave Me Alone II“ “Kali’s Puppet: How the Villain of the System Meets Its End“ One can see it now—Kali holds the villain in her hands, and the realization cuts through like a blade. The system has always felt like a crushing weight, an oppressive presence that’s been suffocating lives for
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The Second Tread from “Leave Me Alone II“ “Faith Fuels My Defiance: A New Freedom“ The”slave ship” wasn’t just the 9-to-5—it was a whole fleet: capitalism’s greed sucking my time dry, society’s rules boxing me in, and the ghosts of historical chains rattling in my bones. It wasn’t work alone; it was a system that
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The First Tread from “Leave Me Alone II” “Triumph Over Circumstance: Stoicism Fuels My Soul” When I say, “This system can’t kill my vibe,” I’m claiming a strength that runs deeper than the chaos around me. The system—be it the 9-to-5 grind, societal pressure, or life’s relentless demands—tries to crush me, but I stand firm.
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Follow my poetic and art skills and glorious might,
The two are pumped by my own pride.
I know the fans are obsessed with the art, with delight,
They follow me like the pied piper into the forest,
Blinded by the poetic notes, lovely and gorgeous.
Seeing my artistry at the peak of the pyramids,
All the praises and adoration sparked a flame
In my heart, causing arson and decay,
From lacking character and integrity, at bay.The fame and praises are the diesel, and my heart is the flame,
Out of nowhere, my body explodes like a suicide bomber,
Me, along with my fans, body parts imploded
into a bloodbath in the forest. If only I had mastered character and integrity
before the artistry became potent,
and the fame and praise came to me,
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I’m constantly inspired by Daniel 1:20, where one man’s wisdom shone ten times brighter than his peers, as I strive to grow 10x better every single day. This isn’t just about sharpening my skills or building mental resilience—it’s about carving my own path to personal growth and self-discovery. Is it wrong, as Sade might sing,
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Dissected Treads Tread One : Growing 10x Better: Journey of Self-Improvement and Authentic Allure
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The First Tread From “Behind These Versace Glasses” (Poem)” . Becoming the Barbaric King: A Poem of Prophecy, Guilt, and 2 Kings 8:13 (Poem)… I sit with my poem, its words like scars I can’t ignore, trying to understand how I became the man I am. Writing this poem about prophecy and transformation felt like
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Dissected Threads Thread 1 :Becoming the barbaric King :A Poem of Prophecy, Guilt and 2 kings 8:13
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The First Tread from “Caramel Fever (Poem)” is The Soulful Layers. My Fever’s Cinematic EchoWhen I watch Spike Lee’s Jungle Fever, I see “jungle fever” unfold as a wild, tangled pull—Flipper and Angie caught in a taboo storm of interracial desire, weighed down by society’s glare. I feel that raw energy resonate when I write,
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The Caramel Skin… Treads Thread One : Jungle Fever Vs Caramel Fever : Soulful Layers (Blog)
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The Fourth Tread from “Leave Me Alone II“ “The Aesthetic Of Decay“ When I see “a gruesome suicide, painted in front of my eyes,” the image hits me with a visceral force, its vividness carving a scene of raw, unfiltered horror into my mind. The word “gruesome” doesn’t just suggest death—it drags me into a
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The Third Tread from “Leave Me Alone II“ “Kali’s Puppet: How the Villain of the System Meets Its End“ One can see it now—Kali holds the villain in her hands, and the realization cuts through like a blade. The system has always felt like a crushing weight, an oppressive presence that’s been suffocating lives for
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The Second Tread from “Leave Me Alone II“ “Faith Fuels My Defiance: A New Freedom“ The”slave ship” wasn’t just the 9-to-5—it was a whole fleet: capitalism’s greed sucking my time dry, society’s rules boxing me in, and the ghosts of historical chains rattling in my bones. It wasn’t work alone; it was a system that
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The First Tread from “Leave Me Alone II” “Triumph Over Circumstance: Stoicism Fuels My Soul” When I say, “This system can’t kill my vibe,” I’m claiming a strength that runs deeper than the chaos around me. The system—be it the 9-to-5 grind, societal pressure, or life’s relentless demands—tries to crush me, but I stand firm.
Description
This poem explores the theme of emotional turmoil and the destructive nature of addiction and vice. The speaker compares their experiences with romantic relationships to being wounded by bullets, emphasizing the pain and fragmentation caused by failed connections.
The opening line, “Never had my heart broken by dozen women,” suggests a history of failed relationships, but with a twist—instead of traditional romantic heartbreak, the speaker has been hurt by their own vices and addictions. These vices are personified as “ex’s” who “formed like women bodily flesh,” indicating their seductive and consuming nature.
The reference to the “Darkside” suggests a descent into a morally compromised state, where the speaker’s actions and judgment are clouded by their addictions. This journey is described as a “wild ride,” implying a lack of control and direction.
The line “Having them taking over my mind felt worse than Micheal Myers stabbing my heart with a knife” vividly depicts the agony of being consumed by addiction. The comparison to the infamous horror character Michael Myers suggests a relentless and horrifying assault on the speaker’s psyche.
The poem concludes with the haunting image of these vices as “violent ex’s” who wanted to be the speaker’s “wife,” indicating a possessive and destructive relationship. The phrase “Until death do us apart with strife” suggests that these addictions are intertwined with the speaker’s existence, leading to inevitable suffering and struggle.
Overall, the poem delves into the darkness of addiction and its profound impact on the individual, portraying a visceral and deeply personal journey of pain and self-destruction.
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