w a t e r

water can crash, or water can flow. be like water

Restoration

There was a time when our talents
were sought after by emperors and kings
who brought us into their palaces
to paint dance and sing
Worshiped like Gods
for the gifts we possessed
seated amongst the elite
treated with the utmost respect
Now fast forward to 2010
where most of those who choose to
paint dance and sing for a living
can barely pay rent
Times have changed
the game is cuthroat
we're seen as the lowest of lows
our lifestyles considered a joke?
if you ask us
the value of an artist is going bankrupt
wounded from the tax cuts
forced to reconsider the bitter back up plan
tougher is the task at hand
we are moving longer passed the days
of living solely off of grants
success rests in the bank
of those who are most wealthy
It's a difficult dream to chase indeed
but see you don't gotta tell we!
I know this life of an artist is hard
but struggling is all part of the job
going up against tremendous odds
in a system mostly ruled by laws
where shooting for the stars
means being far from what's conventional
embarking on this mysterious journey
hell, we'll never know
if the path we chose will work out
before doubt forces us to fold
oh so difficult
its tempting to let go
when life moves so slow
and you've got no dough.
oh believe me I know
this is not your typical profession
it is depressing to think that the pathway to success
is littered with rejection
hence the stress that infects my heart when
the studio where I paint my blood with
feels more like a coffin
wrongly perceived like the Basquiats and Pollocks
when most public eyes only seems to see the final product
A gift and a curse it hurts to go through the process
of answering gods spiritual calling
especially in a time when
we're being charged dollars per minutes
tapping into a higher consciousness
just doesn't seem realistic
it all comes down to business
and what you're willing to risk
Whose ready to put their chips down on the drawing board
and become a prisonor of debt?
some say we're crazy
for willing to play our bets
down on this slow road
knowing that the only thing that is certain
is what we don't know
untill our time is out we trek stubbornly
down the route of creativity
sacrificing the typical picture perfect lifestyle
sprinkled with security and stability
bearing the burden of the unpaid bills
to keep these skills steady in motion
like a pottery wheel
holding onto the hope that our talents
will someday be recognized
to the highest degree
where we wont need that crummy side job just to get by
catch us on the corners busking hustling
playing heartbeats on eardrums for nickels and dimes
tapping on heavenly floors like gregory hines
from private to public galleries
creating masterpiece after masterpiece
living off of love
while slowly dying from the low salaries,
getting complaints
from straightedged heads who complain like
"well that ain't no way to raise a family!"
as we respond
writing over wrongs
saying well that that's just the risk we take
to make dreams become reality
The heavy pressures of pitfalls and pleasures
documented through art and music
that potentially will live forever
now..for the record
lets get another thing straight
once an artist always an artist
There is no escape
Ive tried only to realize
living a lie was a mistake
there are hands much bigger than mine
that decide how to twist fate
see I never chose to use the art,
the art chose to use me
doomed for a lifetimes worth of expression
its safe to say that it is my duty
to create like there is no end
to get slapped
to get kicked
to get knocked down
and to get up again
voice of the voiceless
strenght for the weak
you ought to think about
what your world would look like without we
art matters, if it didn't
you would all be suffering a great loss
imagination would be at a standstill
surrounded by nothing but blank walls
some say the world would be better off
if there were no artists at all
well Im here to tell you if not us
who else would will color outside of your box?
call us the creative Rebels WITH a cause
who by any means, and any cost
is going out to regain the value
that us artists have lost
to anyone who says
the artist hustle ain't a real job
I'll fold my resumes into paper plane
and throw it at your brain
just get my point across
we repeat
if not us, who else will color outside of your box?
call us the creative Rebels WITH a cause
who by any means, and any cost
is out to regain the value
that us artists have lost

5 percent

95 percent of the population is either culturally or religiously brainwashed and incapable of free thought. That leaves 5 percent of the population who actually "get it".

Supreme Alphabet

• (A)- a backronym for arm, leg, leg, arm, head; the Father of the Universe; all in all.
• (B)- Be or Born: to exist. To be born is to bring into existence mentally through the Nation of Islam by way of the old Earth’s womb, Life.
• (C)- Cee or See: to see is to have insight, to comprehend through the mind’s eye; to see is to have insight to see through the physical, to understand.
• (D)- Divine: the essence of self, Godly by nature, which can neither be added to nor taken away from; can't say “Allah” without saying “all.” One’s nature is pure and untampered-with.
• (E)- Equality: to knowledge your knowledge, you will deal with everything within your cipher equally, which gives birth to Wisdom that is showing and proving. Everything is everything, which equals one. Equality gives birth to Wisdom, and Mathematics do not lie.
• (F)- Father: To fat-her mentally as well as physically. Father= further, to further ones phsical and mental development by way of proper education- history and proper nutrition- diet/ the proper foods.
• (G)- God: The Original Man, the Blackman of Asia sic, the supreme form of life manifested, the mind of human beings; and humans are here to attain perfection by building and destroying, which shows and proves that Mathematics do not lie.
• (H)- He or Her ( have the power to build or destroy based on their level of intelligence.
• (I)- I or Islam Islam is our Culture not a religion like Ortodox Islam. We are a culture that lives in-tune with our divine nature. This means to live in-tune with the Universe and the mathematical principles that govern it. We are the essence of very universe that surrounds us.
• (J)- Justice This is the Divne balance of the universe. It is the reward or penalty for ones ways and actions. The reward for embaracing Islam is love peace and happiness. The penalty for living in disaccord is hell (suffering, stress, lack of understanding/confusion, mental and physical death due to a life of savagery.
• (K)- King or Kingdom
• (L)- Love, Hell or Right: You would go through hell to make what you love right. Daily we are given the opportunity to love Hell or Right. It is the crossroad one faces each and every day. When you chose to love hell you accept your hellish predicament in life. If you chose to love right then you are blessed with the good that is returned for your right actions. (Karma= what goes around comes back around/ you reap what you sow)
• (M)- Master
• (N)- Now-End Nation
• (O)- Cipher: completion; a circle consisting of 360 degrees; any person, place, or thing.
• (P)- Power
• (Q)- Queen
• (R)- Ruler or rule
• (S)- Self, Savior
• (T)- Truth or Square
• (U)- You or Universe and U-N-I-Verse
• (V)- Victory
• (W)- Wisdom
• (X)- The Unknown
• (Y)- Why
• (Z)- Zig-Zag-Zig (meaning from Knowledge to Wisdom to Understanding)

The supreme alphabet is a list of common terminology used by the 5 percenters and must be used with the supreme mathematics to be understood fully.

I'm learning

Crude men who feel themselves insulted tend to assess the degree of insult as high as possible, and talk about the offense in greatly exaggerated language, only so they can revel to their heart's content in the aroused feelings of hatred & revenge.
--Nietzsche

Instead of lashing out, this is exactly the time people need to be introspective and sensitive, and not wear their bad emotions as a badge of, in this case, dishonor!

“Anger and intolerance are the enemies of correct understanding.” ~ Mahatma Gandhi

“The arguments of ignorance are irrefutable.”

“Ignorance never settles a question.” ~ Benjamin Disraeli

Nietzche had some good things to say. How about this? A rude nature is worse than a brute nature by so much more as man is better than a beast: and those that are of civil natures and genteel dispositions are as much nearer to celestial creatures as those that are rude and cruel are to devils.~Margaret Cavendish

The enlightened person has nothing to prove to himself or others, and thus may always operate from a position of sincerity, with no pretense or posturing.~I Ching

Inequal respect is sexism, whether it's for or against. All people deserve the same degree of care, love, protection and fellowship; and more: all beings deserve respect and care.

Forgive me

Maiinit

Where art thou Buhler?

The other day, when I shook hands with a gentleman by the name of John Buhler, I didn't realize it was the same John Buhler that donated 4 million dollars to the University of Winnipeg. He loved the painting I did for Michaelle Jean so much, that he wanted me to paint portraits for his whole family. I only hope he was being honest, because I would really love the extra work right now. I'll put my all into it! I need to start carrying my business cards with me more often. more importantly I need money for my phone. Oh, the beautiful struggles of being an artist...

http://www.cbc.ca/canada/manitoba/story/2010/01/22/mb-buhler-centre-university-donation-winnipeg.html

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We need this in our city!

Beautifulcity.ca Town Hall - 1st Cut from BeautifulCity.ca on Vimeo.

Governor generals first visit to Graff Gallery

I found this on the citizenvoices website, which includes!!! old footage of me and my brother drypht or skip at the time kicking a few words.
http://www.citizenvoices.gg.ca/en/videos/196

Art Matters

Michelle Jean will be visitng the Graffiti Gallery this Wednesday for lunch and a couple of words as it is near the end of her 10 year term? as Canada's Governor General. Following the luncheon, the people will proceed to Winnipeg's Northend where the city will be naming a park in her honour. I was asked to do a painting and give it to her as a gift. I am very delighted to be given the opportunity. I wonder if she takes jokes well. If she's a good sport then she will still shake my hand and smile after I tell her that the painting is worth 5 thousand dollars, and that I accept visa...Actually It's not a joke. I'm going to milk her for all that she's worth. Just Joking, but not really.

Freshness

So Fresh

That's it.I'm picking up my guitar again.

SNEAK PREVIEW

http://leefroese.com/nereo2/
There is still much changes to be made so hold your hoarsness

Two Worlds Conversation

In repsonse to the woman who wrote:

" People of double standards never experience happiness .."

and the man who replied with...

"Yep! They are living in the dichotomy of 2 worlds, vacillating back and forth and never finding true "Oneness." It's the havoc they bring into others lives that is the problem. What is on the inside (turmoil) shows up on the outside, (havoc). This "journey" to inner peace takes a lot of work. No one wants to do the work. Happiness is a terrible thing to waste once you've found yourself."

I said..

"To live in one world alone is very hard. How do we know what light is, if we don't know about the dark? never say never. I continuously find happiness after suffering, and sometimes I think its necessary to live in both worlds, atleast to d...iscover which world we desire to be in more. Although I do question myself..Is it false to think that you will always need the opposition in order to know your rightful place?. I would like to think of oneness as being a continous beautiful struggle. Perhaps if I was confined far away in some remote sanctuary, away from the filth that surrounds me everyday in this city, It would be easier to live in just one world, but that's not the environment i'm surrounded by. I have also found the righteous path to be a lonely path. Practicing walking meditations by myself while others were driving to bars and liquor marts. It takes a strong mind to not be affected by other peoples influences. Opposites attract. we're all magnetic....eye think?"

What do you think?

Art Matters

For the artists.If you have an hour and a half, here's an interesting discussion for you.

Milliond Dollar Babies

Found this on yahoo.

We all have are preconceptions about millionaires: they're tax evaders who just inherited their money from rich Aunt Flo, and they hang around the golf course all day with their snobby, elitist friends. So what's the average millionaire really like? Here are seven millionaire myths, and the real facts about the ones who seem to have it all.

1. Millionaires Don't Pay Their Taxes
Fact: It is estimated that millionaires, those in the top 1% of earners, pay about 40% of all taxes. Current tax regulation shifts may change these numbers to make this even larger than that - so think twice before accusing the millionaires in America of not paying taxes.

More from Investopedia:

• 6 Millionaire Traits That You Can Adopt
• 10 Steps To Retire A Millionaire
• 6 Biggest Millionaire Flops


2. Millionaires Just Inherited Their Money
According to Thomas J. Stanley's book, "The Millionaire Next Door: The Surprising Secrets of America's Wealthy," only 20% of millionaires inherited their riches. The other 80% are what you'd call nouveau riche: first generation millionaires who earned their cash on their own. Many millionaires simply worked, saved and lived within their means to generate their wealth - think accountants and managers: regular people going to work every day. Most millionaires didn't get their riches overnight when a rich relative died - they worked for the money.

3. Millionaires Feel Rich
From the outside looking in, you would think that millionaires feel rich and secure, but that's not so. Most millionaires worry about retirement, their kids' college fund and the mortgage just like the rest of us. Those worries are greatest among new millionaires, the people who just recently acquired their wealth.

4. Millionaires Have High-Paying Jobs
It certainly doesn't hurt to be gainfully employed, but half of all millionaires are self-employed or own a business. It does help to have a college degree, as about 80% are college graduates, though only 18% have master's degrees.

5. Millionaires All Drive Fancy Cars
You can get that idea of the rich guy in a fancy German car out of your head when you think of a millionaire: they actually drive a Ford, with the carmaker topping the millionaire preferred car list at 9.4%. Cadillacs run second on the millionaires' favorite car list, and Lincolns third according to onmoneymaking.com.

Car payments are an investment with little return, which is why someone looking to grow wealth avoids high-priced vehicles in favor of a more economical set of wheels.

6. Millionaires Hang Around the Golf Course All Day
Those millionaires are all retired, with nothing else to do but hang around the golf course, right? Wrong: only 20% of millionaires are retirees, with a full 80% still going to work. It's not as glamorous or fun, but millionaires go to work just like you do; it's how the money gets in the bank.

7. Millionaires Are Elitists
We've already established that most millionaires earned their money not inherited it, still go to work, drive a Ford and worry about their kids' college expenses. Sounds a lot like the rest of America, right? Millionaires come in all shapes and sizes - some may be elitists, but most are just regular Joes who successfully managed their money.

The Bottom Line
Maybe you see a pattern here: today's millionaires are people who live within their means, budget and spend wisely, and focus on financial independence first. These are habits that take discipline, but ones we can all adopt to begin growing wealth. If these facts prove anything, it's that every one of us can strive to become a millionaire - you can start by driving your old car with pride

Wake Up!

Rated PG for foul language. cover your childrens ears

The Best of Times

Wordlife



It’s been a long and lonely trip but I’m glad that I took it because it was well worth it.
I got to read a couple books and do some research before I reached my verdict.
Never thought that I was perfect. Always thought that I had a purpose.
Used to wonder if I’d live to see my first kiss.

The most difficult thing I ever did was recite my own words at a service
realizing the person I was addressing probably wasn’t looking down from heaven.
Or cooking up something in hell’s kitchen, trying to listen in or eaves drop from some another dimension.
It was self serving just like this is.

Conveniently religious on Easter Sunday and on Christmas.
The television went from being a babysitter to a mistress.
Technology made it easy for us to stay in touch while keeping a distance,
’til we just stayed distant and never touched. Now all we do is text too much.

I don’t remember much from my youth. Maybe my memory is repressed.
Or I just spent too much time wondering if I’d live to have sex.
Fell in love for the first time in 4th grade but I didn’t have the courage to talk to her.
In 8th grade I wrote her the note but I slipped it in someone else’s locker.

Considered killing myself ’cause of that.
It was a big deal. It was a blown cover.
It was over for me. My goose was cooked.
Stick a fork in me. The jig is up.
I blew my chances, the rest is history, our future was torn asunder.
It became abundantly clear that I was only brought here to suffer.

At least I didn’t include my name.
Thankfully I wrote the whole note in code
and it had 10 layers of scotch tape safety seal making it impossible to open.
Plus, it was set to self destruct.
Whoever read it probably died…laughing.
I wonder if they lived long enough to realize what happened.

A year later, I came to understand that wasn’t love that I was feeling for her.
I had someone else to obsess over.
I was older. I was very mature.
I forged my time signature while practicing my parents autograph ’cause I was failing math.
Disconnected the phone when I thought the teacher would call my home.

I checked the mailbox twice a day at the end of a long dirt road.
Steamed open a couple envelopes like I was in private detective mode.
If you snoop around long enough for something in particular you’re guaranteed to find it.
For better or worse that’s how I learned that it’s best to just keep some things private.

It was the best of times. It was the end of times.

It was the best of times. It was the end of times.
I was always on deck, I was next in line.
An only child with a pen and pad writing a list of things that I could never have.
The walls in my house were paper thin.
Every squabble seemed to get deafening.
If my memory serves me correctly I made it a point to void and forget some things.
Probably to keep from being embarrassed.
Never meant to upset or give grief to my parents.
Kept my secrets…hid my talents…
in my head, never under the mattress.

Therapy couldn’t break me.
Never learned a word that would insure safety.
So I spoke softly and I tip toed often.
The door to my room was like a big old coffin.
The way that it creeked when I closed it shut.
Anxieties peaked when it opened up.
As if everything that I was thinking would be exposed.
I still sleep fully clothed.

It was the best of times. It was the end of times.

It was beautiful.
It was brutal.
It was cruel.
It was business as usual.

Heaven. It was hell.
Used to wonder if I’d live to see 12.

When I did I figured that I was immortal.
Loved to dance but couldn’t make it to the formal.
Couldn’t bear watching my imaginary girlfriend
bust a move with any other dudes.

Tone Loc was talking bout a “Wild Thang”
but I was still caught up in some child thangs.
Scared of a God who couldn’t spare the rod.
It was clearly a brimstone and fire thang.

Pyromaniac. Kleptomaniac.
Couldn’t explain my desire to steal that fire.
Now I add it to my rider.
Like “Please oh please don’t throw me in that patch of brier!”

It was the best of times. It was the end of times.

The school counselor was clueless ’cause I never skipped classes.
Perfect attendance. Imperfect accent.
Speech impediment they could never really fix
and I faked bad eyesight so I could wear glasses.

Considered doing something that would cripple me.
I wanted a wheelchair. I wanted the sympathy.
I wanted straight teeth so then came braces.
4 years of head gear helped me change faces.

It was the best of times. It was the end of times.

Now I wonder if I’ll live to see marriage.
Wonder if I’ll live long enough to have kids.
Wonder if I’ll live to see my kids have kids.
If I do I’m gonna tell ‘em how it is.

“Don’t listen when they tell you that these are your best years.
Don’t let anybody protect your ears.
It’s best that you hear what they don’t want you to hear.
It’s better to have pressure from peers than not have peers.
Beer won’t give you chest hair. Spicy food won’t make it curl.
When you think you’ve got it all figured out and then everything collapses…
trust me, kid…it’s not the end of the world.”

Loose if a...

Evolution 1.0