Worry About the Words of the People It's Weird To

I know you don't know what I'm talking about
I hope you don't mind me tryna spell it all out
It won't be words that you can understand
But it'll fit in your hand; hands.

I put my God on the top of mountain
And put my pebbles down before I get to countin'
I do it the all time, and in the same way
It doesn't take me long, just all of my day
I got a Christmas Gift, that I get everyday
She sits across from me; I won't throw her away
Beside that sits my Ginger Snap, and how low she lays
But when She comes back, it's still all the same

My Nirvana runs fast all across the sky
It's like She's never done, but somehow she gets by
And my Rhythm Song, He's a classic guy
In the water, in the valley, on a straight line
And the straight line, is bent to my Mardi Gras
She's the loudest universe that you ever saw
And when She laughs, She makes the longest pause
Then the party starts again, of cawse
And my Wishing Marble got the same color
He never stops rolling and pretends not to smother
He's on a journey to a still unassigned place
But I know where I am once I've seen His face

I gotta land some time, always far from land
It's my Flying Nest that catches me in His brass band
He always knows I'm gone before I leave
And opens up the door just when he sees
Me returning.
When I get home, I have this Nugget of Light
She doesn't judge and she can shine whenever I'd like
She's so cool and still makes sense in the daytime
She is an everything thing, but only she is mine.

In between up and down and here and there
I got a Stormy Jasper and She pretends not to care
I get stuck on her cuz She's cut too strange
And She's not too good at keeping the storm in steady range
But that's the coolest thing that she has
Just as slow and exciting as the Jazz
I throw her like some unused packet
But I only mean for me to catch it.

And I always fall in that big rose garden
But the keeper never asks for my pardon
My Jubilant Misery just keeps on keeping
That's the one that smiles harder when She's sleeping.

They all keep you in a fantasy world
And that's fine for these struggling black girls
This sings to the ones with no rainbow
And louder to the ones who can't remember what they came fo'.

In Love with Peace & Obsessed with War

Do memories hinder or help people in their effort to learn from the past and succeed in the present?

Memory is my ability to store, retain, and retrieve information gained throughout life. Personal experiences, academic information, people, etc., all rest in my memory.

All organisms have a memory of sorts. It is part of the arsenal of weapons everyone and everything uses to survive. Imagine if we could not remember our names: what kind of mess would that make?

Humans: memory is emotional.
Sad memories. Happy memories. Funny memories.
The memories evoke an emotion, a certain mind set, a pattern of thinking. Those emotions, mind sets, and patterns of thinking are the things that have the potential to either hinder or help me in my efforts to learn from the past and succeed in the present.

The memory itself, standing alone in some unidentified ethereal location, is colorless, odorless, silent, and nonliving. A memory resurfacing in the my mind is colored in, develops olfactorily, is given a loud voice, and becomes grandly animate all because of that which remembering makes me feel.

Feelings: hinder & improve
What the memories make me feel is the thing really to be considered in learning from my past and succeeding in my present. Persistent sadness or pity usually cause my stagnation, because sadness and pity that perform in a timely fashion are normal and healthy. Their persistence cripples me and tricks me into believing that I deserve the sadness and pity for the rest of my life. I don't.

Good memories. They serve to remind me that life is not always bad, that thus far, I have always made it through, that life goes on. The good memories treat the symptoms of this terminal illness that is life.