Allow Me to Elaborate

Blogging has always been something that I've found too haughty for the likes of myself. However, once I humbled myself to the idea that this process was to be part of my pathway to enlightenment I resigned myself that this walk through the confines of my mind would benefit my soul and my mental. So I've decided to use this instrument and exercise a muscle that requires a little less weight and more reflection.

RIPPLEvision used to be known as HQmicah, why for whatever reason I thought that a catchy blog title is beyond me for the time being. Seems a bit pompous to name a blog after oneself. Just kind of screams that I found my name so important as to attract the masses by itself. There's love in my name and power; do not misinterpret, but to have flash and no fire is not enough for me anymore. The idea of High Quality can go a long way, which is why I've established the idea of envisioning a rippling approach for those I meet throughout my journey which sooner than later will be in HQ. Hence; RIPPLEvision.

This blog will comprise a place for me to explain what I've seen, realized, and been astounded by in the form of rhetoric. Poetry, speech, essay, and perhaps the informal rant or two are all fair game. Ultimately, I'm a little uneasy with sharing so much of myself on here but tis' the season after all. Go forth and ripple my friends.

A Man's Note to Women

A Man’s Note to Women

Women of the world

It’s an honor to serve next to you

Few men have allowed you to receive

Anything but fleas

And the young boys who were Romeo

All they do is come and go

And that’s a figure of speech.

This is my plea

That you find a man on one knee

And that he brings you release

The sins of your fathers

Have wounded you daughters

And to think that you hardly know your worth

But I’ll tell you

You are worth more than the finest resources of the earth

But since men neglect respect for you and those

Lets just agree that you are our universe and future

Each of you are rare

But allow me to explain what I mean

You are beautiful

Not just after you’ve done your hair

The designer clothes you wear

Or the makeup on your lovely

Oh so pure face

Of which the only thing that belongs on it

Is a smile

Women you belong to no one

Continue to shine under this sun

Or another

Don’t be put down by this man

Or his brother.

Adults of the Night

adults of the night

Bombarded with grenades and bullets

Projectile dooms

Children of the night

Dreams of freedom

But never leave the womb

Destruction always looms.

People of the light

Only some will star the night:

And here I stand

Birthed from poverty

Life’s my affinity

Death’s my humility.

How must my spine align to sprout wings

When the world laments words and sings

But my mind has corridors of metaphors

I don’t know what I’m living for

But my purpose is to make my soul rhyme

With my mind

Over matter

That’s a matter of fact

And fact ruins fiction

But my mind is imaginative

So perhaps possible fiction.

RIP

RIP

Standard Rest In Peace

We Know

Prayers to Rewind it Please

To bring you back

Words Rain in place

Of the things I never did

I’m Rapid In Pace

To outrun this sorrow

Pictures Research In Progress

As to remember our past

Songs Repeat in Pending

Not one consoles my soul

Death Resistence is Perilous

But that’s the beauty of life

You Rise in Peace

May angels Accept you