Close your eyes and masturbate…

unknownIn a world where people proliferate negative images and thoughts we need to find our pleasures with our eyes closed…No blood stained streets, chalk outlines, no picket signs, lampposts decorated with flower tributes and candles.

Close your eyes, now do you see anything? Anything at all? If your answer is no we have a serious problem…

When we close our eyes we are not merely shutting out light or bad visuals we are opening our paths to enlightenment. As children our minds are open and eyes are never truly closed. As we grow older we become tarnished, impure and our views are often dark, our glass is empty despite the presence of a single drop of water.

When you shut down one sense, the others become heightened. We kiss with our eyes closed, while holding one another to embrace a passion far beyond the mere entwining of tongues and touching of lips. We peak during the process to confirm the feeling, the concrete-ness of the activity. We peak intermittently to grab the expression of our lovers face during sex to give us more fuel to drive deeper into one another. Peaking and hoping not to get caught creating more excitement.

Peaking to lock in that image of pleasure and the emotion so we can replay it in our minds when our lover absent.

Closing your eyes leads to the path of enlightenment. You meditate on what is, what was and what can be… creating an infinite world of possibility. When we shut out artificial light we open the true light within. We gain clarity into our inner being. We become truthful with our pain and pleasure. There is no denying what lies beneath the surface.  We remove the masks and become free within ourselves.

It’s all truly an orgasmic experience when you become enlightened within yourself. Masturbation, a word that is often considered taboo in many cultures, allows you to pleasure yourself, relieve stress…be it physically or mentally.  We should not only connect masturbation with self-sexual stimulation. We masturbate in so many other ways: we when eat our favorite food or dessert; watch our favorite movie; listen to our favorite song; pull on our favorite sweats… We are pleasuring different areas of ourselves. After a long hard day and you step into that shower, water beating on your skin you close your eyes and allow all the staleness of the day to wash down the drain.

You’ve traveled miles and when you reach your destination you sit and close your eyes pleasuring your body and mind with a brief rest.

Closing your eyes allows you to masturbate the creativity of your spirit in your private sanctuary.

Take time out, close your eyes look inward and masturbate = stimulate your desires, dreams and find solutions.

© 2015 Soulmuze

Happiness is finding pencil after pencil after pencil after …

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The first $20 I ever made was performing at the Billie Holiday Theatre at the Restoration Plaza located in the Bedford-Stuyvesant section of Brooklyn. I played Peppermint Patty in “You’re a Good Man Charlie Brown” with my JHS Drama club. The entire cast was paid equally and it was amazing. I took that $20 and opened my first bank account at the now defunct Chemical Bank which was also in the Restore, that was in 1977. Kitura, Walter, Darryl, Yolanda, Lamar, Sheila, just to name a few of my cast mates; our Music/Drama teacher Ms. Powell who did all of this with/for us on her own dime, back then teachers gave of their personal time without per session pay.

I almost sound like Estelle Getty as Sophia Petrillo in the Golden Girls ‘Picture it: Brooklyn 1977…’ lol

What an amazing feeling! I remember we were all celebrities for our brief run on our very own little Bed-Stuy Broadway! Everything was about community back then.

To this day I still love the Peanuts gang. We enjoyed the stories and didn’t see their colors or gender identities, just kids; plain and simple.

I never realized the lessons I was learning thru it all: teamwork, patience, sharing the spotlight, finding our voices, recognizing our individual talents, encouraging each other and so much more.

There are so many things I loved about that musical but as I grow older the one thing that stands out the most is the ensemble song Happiness, the first line is “Happiness is finding a pencil.” It truly was for Charlie Brown for when the pretty little red headed girl dropped her pencil, he picked it up, saw teeth marks and knew she was human.

“I’m so happy. That little red-headed gril dropped her pencil.It has teeth marks all over it. She nibbles her pencil. She’s human! It hasn’t been such a bad day after all.” Charlie Brown, You’re a Good Man Charlie Brown

I have my own little chewed up pencil with it’s equally little eraser and I never hesitate to correct my mistakes, I’m only human.

My bite marks on the pencil represent the release of panic, anxiety and putting thought into my every action. When it’s needed and I’m ready (for change isn’t easy) I find my pencil , I erase and start over again with renewed confidence.

I save each worn down pencil to remind me of how far I have come, how much I have accomplished.

Happiness is finding pencil after pencil after pencil after pencil after…

Dedicated to one BAMF-CDC who has found his pencil after pencil after…

©️ Soulmuze 2018

How do we ease the pain…

We all have vices, some used to accentuate our pleasure and some to ease the pain. The greater our need to enhance or eliminate the more we engage in our vice.

My mother always said “too much of one thing is good for nothing.”  As a God fearing woman she said turn to prayer for everything. Prayer is powerful, comforting and necessary in the world of many. We reach out to a power beyond the universe seeking guidance, help and most importantly the messenger who will deliver us from our ailments. Keyword being “messenger” in whatever forms it may come. We crave each other’s touch, to be held, to have arms physically wrapped around us so we can feel and believe it will be ok. We wait for that physical messenger and we find it in a vice. Oh yes I believe in the Almighty but when I hurt it is a physical pain that burns deep into the core of my soul.

“Is it a dream (is it a dream), that I am throwing in the wishing well, I am losing control my body and soul, Standing here waiting for a train that may never come… Deep water I am drowning, deep water Im slowly drowning in deeper…” Deep Water, by Incognito.  You have been here, loving someone who doesn’t love you the same way. Think about it, when love or life doesn’t go as we hoped, we begin to flail our arms, struggling to stay afloat, and some of us slowly start sinking.

Many people, regardless of their faith, are weakened by pain. While we are often taught ‘no matter how bad it is someone out there has it worse.’ That concept doesn’t hold water for too long because if you are extremely sensitive (like me) it makes you feel worse!  You end up absorbing the possibility of it being worse, increasing the burden that you are carrying. You cry out to the universe ‘what did I do, why is it happening, when will it stop?!’ Waiting…  no response. So you turn to your vice: drinking, smoking, drugs, sex, verbal/physical abuse, food … whatever it takes to release this anguish if even for a moment.

Pain is pain. What is nothing to you is overwhelming to another. We can’t say one pain is not as bad as the other. Vices used to cover our pain are like walking blindly into oncoming traffic on an eight lane highway with cars, trucks and buses coming in both directions at 80+ miles per hour. You just go and whatever happens is just that…it is what it is.

Even if you have the gift of true friends who will listen judgment free it may not be enough. The demons that dwell in your core are greater than that gift. It’s sad and difficult to understand unless you have walked thru the fire. When you succumb to the power of your vices some say it’s a sign of weakness, is it really?

“Lonely is a place I used to be, but I’m closing that door, I won’t live there anymore”, I Refuse To Be Lonely, by the late great Phyllis Hyman’s.

You tried as long as you could to deal, the pressure builds and builds so what do you do? Some close the door on their own, slow suicide thru overindulgence of that which masks the pain. Living inside their private pressure cooker, simmering, stewing, and burning until enough is enough! There is no definitive answer on how to overcome or simply ease the pain, especially when you feel God just isn’t enough. You cannot negatively judge those whose faith appears not to be strong enough. You cannot discard them, call them weak or selfish. Just like you can be blinded by anger you can be blinded by pain.

“People just don’t know what I’m about…They haven’t seen what’s there behind my smile…There’s so much more of me I’m showin out…(These are the pieces of me)”, Pieces of Me, Ledisi’s opening verse.

It’s the pieces that make us whole, when you feel like all the king’s horses and all the king’s men can’t put back together again your vices become your only alternative…but often times it doesn’t get you out.

I passionately and sincerely cry out to the universe to heal those in pain, to bring them whatever is needed to fill the emptiness that slowly eats them from the inside out. Let the method of healing be one that strengthens not destroys, may negative vices be replaced with positivity and support from our villages… for we are not designed to stand alone. 

© Soulmuze 2012