Update! Site changes thus far…

Hi SYMACMU family!

-The poetry category was renamed ” A Woman and A Wordsmith.”

-The humor and venting section was renamed “The Daily Dump.”  It highlights my feelings about random events, narratives, and rants!  I encourage comments and feedback. All comments have to be approved by the administrator prior to being published.  So if you do not see your post uploaded right away, that doesn’t mean it won’t go up.  I have to sift through the spam! 😉

-The category “Girl Bye” was deleted and archived in the “30 Day Writing Challenge” category.

There are more changes to come !  I am still looking for Illustrators, graphic designers and photographers so please comment below with links where I can see your work or Tweet me @shutyamouthnow.

Bless!

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Happy 3 Year Anniversary To Me!!!!!!

Hello Everyone!

Shutyamouthandcallmeugly has officially been up and running for 3 years!  I was very very lazy but I have prioritized the blog, my writing, my followers, and hopefully my future!  Soon and very soon…the following changes are going to take place:

  • Chest Naked in the Park will no longer be a category.  It will be moved to a separate site all together!
  • The Poetry category will have a new name!!
  • Diamond In The Rough will have a new feature at least once a month!  This months feature in James Jones Jr and his new CD “Chains of Love.” Check It Out!
  • The “Girl Bye” category will be deleted and archived in the “30 Day Writing Challenge” category.
  • I will have some new updated photos and A LOT more poetry (frankly because it makes me feel good! 🙂 )

So stay tuned!!!!  Thank you for being loyal and believing in the vision!  Bless!

 

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-Shaun 🙂

2014

I could be real sentimental and cheesy but I just want to say Happy New Year to the Shutyamouthandcallmeugly family.  May God bless you and yours. Thank you for listening to my ranting and raving and reading the spawn of my thoughts. May we grow together in creative genius. Its dangerous when your passion becomes a playmate instead of your purpose. May we focus on tomorrow and thank the creator for surviving yesterday.

Day 4 of the writing challenge.  Follow me @shutyamouthnow with your resolutions. 

Unleash

She opened her eyes and it was the same beaming light from the dream.  Piercing. The light was painful and abrasive.  Blinding. Where was it coming from?  It was relentless.  She tried to rub it away. She tried to blink it away but it was strong and impenetrable. Now she was getting a headache.  Unable to focus,  she stumbled out of bed.

Her legs buckled and she fell to the floor.

She decided to call him. The phone seemed to ring for hours.

He answered.  “Hi.”

She said, “I can’t sleep.  I can’t see. I’ve been blinded. My legs are useless.  Now I am laying here on my white carpet with the blood of my heart spilling out of me. I’m in a pool of blood. A puddle of crimson all around me. I’ve screamed but the neighbors are unmoved. I’m in a cage of vulnerability.  I cannot be released by anyone but you.  I’m alone. I’m getting weaker. I can feel my body getting colder. I’m afraid.  When I bang on the walls with my right hand it slowly disintegrates. I will soon be a pillar of salt encapsulated in a puddle of blood. My heart bleeds for you. Please…please…help me.”

She hears the dial tone after he mutters to himself, “crazy b#!&h.”

The light begins to flicker. “I’m dying”, she definitively states. She begins to imagine what God must look like. She prepares all the questions she has for him. In all her pain, she doesn’t cry.

Then she hears the familiar sound of bongos. She sees something tall, slim, and solid. Most importantly. . .it stands alone. She squints and she can see. It’s a microphone. 

The light is a spotlight. 

She gradually crawled to the stage.

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This excerpt is day 1 of a 30 day writing challenge.  Comment,  share, like. Tweet your feedback @shutyamouthnow. Happy holidays!

-Shaun Nickens

“Insult to Injury” Ode to M.Brown

We huddled around the TV set at work waiting for the results of the indictment.  Surely, there would have to be some ramifications right? A boy was dead.  He was someone’s son. We all knew the officer wouldn’t get heavy time BUT something would happen right? They can’t just let him loose right? There was video, photos, tangible evidence,  and witnesses. 

The stench from the defecation of the elephant in the room was stifling. 

No indictment.

Everyone has an opinion but all I can think of is his parents.  How can he be a threat over 100 feet away with his hands in the air? He’s been labeled a “thug” because of a cigar robbery. So murdering troubled teens is excusable by law? In this “post racial society” the salve used doesn’t seem to soften the blow.  Talk about adding insult to injury. 
He’s gone.

We struggle for words.
We struggle for action.
Enraged everything.

I stayed on the writer’s block for weeks,  literally at a loss for words. I stayed on the writer’s block where a boy was killed.  I waited four hours for inspiration.  Nothing arose. No words were good enough. 

I started this post days ago.

While I was stuck, people have been out in high numbers. While I was stuck, people of all colors have been bound together by intolerance.  People have been bound together by love of human life not just Black life.

You can go to the following link to support:
http://gatheringforjustice.us9.list-manage.com/track/click?u=119c9d3f6c712ec773cfa5a05&id=b6e04ae34b&e=60f3152387

Bless!

-Shaun

Etymology of Man

When my significant other and I argue, one of the phrases we use the most is, “Respect my growth!” We say that because we want recognition for the improvements that have been made over the course of the relationship. There are things he’s done in order to be better for me and there are things I have done in order to be better for him. Growth is a funny kind of thing. The big problem with growth is it is relative to the person who is actively growing in thought or maybe just in psyche. When I am long gone and the etymology of me is studied…(my history, my origin, how I was formed, and how I changed over time)…who knows what the end synopsis will be?
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I took a technology course for Summer Session 1 at Stony Brook University and one of the things that resonated with me was: “Information is data presented in a meaningful context. Frequency and severity have a lot to do with the way information is processed. Things have to be done systematically so that everyone can benefit.” THINGS HAVE TO BE DONE SYSTEMATICALLY SO THAT EVERYONE CAN BENEFIT. The course was about technology in the workplace but the things I learned are relevant to everyday life. If I was just disciplined enough to channel skills in the right direction, then I would be more productive and more successful in terms of communication.

Arguments, fights, disagreements, absence, and challenges all contribute to growth. Though they may be painful or uncomfortable at the time, they are necessary in “forming” you and/or your relationships with others. When you’re sick, you appreciate the person who says, “When I was sick, ______ helped.” You appreciate it even more if that person hands you a bottle of what their remedy was or sends you a link to a useful web site. Sympathy and empathy build relationships and contribute to the “formation” of that mutualism. There are organisms in marine biology that survive on mutualism. They need another organisms production or even waste in order to fuel their own life source. As humans, we are cocky. How many times have you heard someone say, “I don’t need anyone… I am self-made” or some variation of that? Yet, if we were a fly on the wall throughout their development I’m sure we would see how untrue that is. We would see the friend or family member that passed away or deserted them and the thick wall that they put up after that occurrence. We would see the people whose efforts are the foundation of their self-proclaimed “self-made” empire.
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I started a gratitude journal today. I can see you shaking your head and rolling your eyes. I am in no way promulgating self-help techniques. For those who know me, I’m not exactly the poster child for ALWAYS being calm, relaxed or even disciplined. I had to find something that I could implement in my daily life to force me to revisit positivity. See, I begin my day with prayer and affirmations. By the time 5-6pm comes around…I’m miserable. Work, traffic, bill collectors, etc have already put a damper on my mood. It’s important to stay in the right head space. When I was young and in martial arts training, my uncle would say, “Attitude determines approach and approach determines whether you pass or fail.” Somewhere over the years, I abandoned that way of thinking and I suffered for it. Consequently, my loved ones have suffered for it too.

I invite you to comment (I approve all comments before they are posted to the site so you may not see it right away.) I invite you to take this gratitude journey with me. I will be posting the things I am grateful for every couple of days. Most importantly I invite you to critically think about things you have said that may have been hurtful. Think about things you may have done. Do not beat upon your spirit for those actions. Just remember that you still have a chance to rectify and edit who you are and your behaviors. You can’t always backspace or delete but you can modify! Send a thank you note today or just call someone you haven’t spoken to in awhile. Better yet, give yourself some appreciation today!! I’m looking forward to seeing how you systematically structure your emotional information system.

By:SMN