Sympathy For The Dreamer

The truth for today is for my dreamers, well i say my but i include myself in that category. To all the people who are in fields where they have to be pioneers. That scary place where no one sees what you see or believes what you believe. Shout out to Morpheus. This typically includes writers, actors, musicians, photographers, painters, designers and so on... Basically everyone involved in the arts or an industry where you have to pitch a vestal idea. I know you, ask me sometime....

The truth is this. The road is fraught with many dangers and risks. I know this. We all come to that place where what you wished and imagined does not equate to reality. Where the value of your work, personal, does not tally with what you are being offered. No recognition, no gratitude, no mercy and no reward. I know this. What does one do at such a time. Do you comply with the authorities and sell your dream/idea for nothing just so you can continue to live or do you beg, borrow, wait, scheme and slide your way into the promised land. The latter definitely. You are the first, DID YOU REALLY THINK IT WAS GOING TO BE EASY? Did you really think they were going to let you walk in and change their paradigms without any turmoil. NAY!! They have to test you, i have to test you, the universe has to test you. What are you made of that you dare to challenge what is established. Galileo was tested. Why not you?

So it comes down to this, keep walking and keep choosing to be what you know. They will come around and you need to be alive and ready for they day they do want what you have to offer. Let not that day come and you are broken, weary and complacent. On that day you must be more than you have ever been because you have survived hellfire. And when we finally do understand what it is you were on about all along, may we be fortunate enough to be remembered as being the one's who tried to believe, tried to understand and tried to accept.

To the art i say don't stop, every step forward is progress. Every decision made is a way-point on the journey to what you need. To the audience i say, have mercy and compassion, it is not always easy to explain the method in madness. As an artist or one of those above mentioned fancy categories i will also do my best to convey myself with honesty and integrity and hope you will see what i see. That is all i can offer you. However, Ask me sometime... Truth.

Sympathy For: Between Me & You

Love And Beauty

Today i had the great pleasure of browsing through my friends work. Nicholas is way more than what you could call a jeweler, He is more of a creator. Check out it his 'work'. While browsing i was overwhelmed by his understanding of the relationship between created and natural form. So i wondered can Love exist without beauty. Even if you remove the aesthetic appeal of meeting a beautiful person and falling in Love with them, what of the instances where you just simply do Love someone without any consideration to how their form appears. In that simplistic righteousness, is there no beauty? I would argue there is, maybe a much more refined and heightened form of it. One that does not need visual recognition but one that you simply know. I Love this person and they are beautiful. If you're lucky one day, in the distant future while in the distractions of relations, a moment will arise where you will become instantly aware of this beauty that you once only knew but now fully recognize. So now i throw out the same question, a survey if you will... Can Love Exist Without Beauty? Ask me sometime... Truth.

Nicholas- Lucien Elements
             - Maestro's Home

On an unrelated relation, there is a Jeweler in Between Me & You Who i may have fashioned around Nicholas subconsciously, here's the scene tidbit:

"Evidently the jeweler, or better named- artisan, had been obsessed with
the paradox of creation and all his life his creations had involved some aspect
of bringing to light the questions of time, purpose and the inter-relatedness of
things. Opposites existed as limbs of a greater whole. Time captured or set
free. Space expanded or made prisoner, and ultimately, the light, which acted
as a genie who granted wishes only in relation to or as a reflection of the true
nature of the author. That needed as opposed to that desired.
Further words and revelations were spilled out and the trio realized that
they shared similar questions and a great Love for Love- the largest question
of all."

Words And Intentions

So tonight or today for some of you, i have no fancy links but just simple truth. I have been greatly concerned about the relationship between intention and statement. For instance, you wish to tell someone some bad news, what do you make your own energy out to be. Do you fell the negative too or do you fell positive? But that maybe to primitive a limitation to put up. I'm sure we have all watched the water experiments  about how certain words project certain energies to water bodies, if not here's a link... Water and thought.... so there you go, i do have one link in this post.

But what is of most import to me is, the thoughts and states we are in before we communicate something and how they affect the reception of the words that follow next. For instance as i write this i am in a state of mild relaxation and openness and i wonder if you will pick it up... Will it be any different to when i write this angry and frustrated. My theory posits that if i focus all the good energies and intentions as i write this then you will pick it up as you read my words.

So what I ask of you tonight is do not randomly speak... especially at important points of reference. Make sure you are in the right state of mind to give the message that you have as your burden. Maybe take a moment to think of who you are sending it to, maybe leave a hostile environment so  you can send this message otherwise this might carry. And the ramifications for me extend to music... to poetry... to books.... to movies. Do not just release your words.... Add or alter your intentions to suit your desired effect.... Respect the word. Truth.... Ask me sometime...

The word of the day was observation and the most appropriate question to ask me is what did i see. Well for me my awareness was different. I noticed what i wanted and needed to notice. But.... My friend noticed a spirit and that changed things. But i will add this... As i spoke to him, six black swans came to say hello. Ask me sometime... They said hello and flew away. Black swans makes me think of  thom yorke and that other movie with portman. But what's on my mind is John Galt. Who is John Galt?

So here's what I've learnt today. a hashtag is the key to the world... i knew i was behind coming from africa where a hashtag was something you're pissed off about but i learnt today, what once was  aint is no more... i know it's not proper grammar but it's Valentine's i should be allowed a little lee-way. But my message today is the same as always Love is All. Maybe,e i haven't mentioned this before, i was busy promoting Truth.. I may have forgotten about Love.  But what i'm saying on Valentine's is this.... What are you celebrating? Is it person? A relationship?  Ask me sometime... Truth.

PS- my niece i think i can call her that, Maki is kinda under the weather, positive vibes her way.. Makica dobro vece.....

Happy Valentine's....

Happy Valentines to All. What better gift to give than heartfelt words...

"The words arrived in a moment as a long-awaited guest arrives in the very dying moments of the affair. For they had been hidden deep and in an inner crevice whose walls were lined with misconceptions and doubt. There, in those caverns they hung upside down like bats whose screams had echoed and shook the mountain for times long. The syllables fell like drops from a leaking tap in a silent house and with as much weight. As the words reached their base they resonated in those perfect equilateral arcs. Before the rings had reached the end walls of their very beings, the rhythm became repeated almost like a chant. I Love You, I Love You... Resembling those trance-like chants they held properties of healing and comfort that spread thought-out their bodies. The effects and results will forever be my mystery to keep. Again they continued- I Love You, I Love You... till they calmed into a whisper. And the river surface was still, while the depths currents raged and groaned...."

http://www.amazon.com/Between-Me-You-Kelvin-Tendere/dp/1482374994/ref=sr_1_23?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1360838847&sr=1-23&keywords=between+me+and+you

 

Here Goes Nothing...

Alright here goes nothing, my first post. what to say, what to say... Ahh! As i said in most places around this thing- truth and knowledge are the most important cornerstones of this corner's existance. With that said, this first post is not ultimately spontaneous or inspired but instead comes from a place called "about damn time!!" You see i just finished attempting to get published (self and free of course), more on that later, right now i would like to give a little background.
Right around the time i was 15 i began to write- stories, poems, songs, anything i could get my pen around i wrote about and as you can imagine hormones can make a young man very prolific. i wrote quite possibly a hundred stories and over a thousand poems and such, i wont explain why just yet (Ask me sometime) but i wrote it all by hand in this ominously black-covered notebacks which a carried around everywhere at the time.
But before i lose myself, fast forward 8 years and i had 30 or so of these black thingies and i was about to go to bangkok for the first time, ya i'm back there now (that's yet another story, ask me sometime). Being somewhat of a conceited smartass (at the time of course, i'm much better now) i thought why not book my flight from separate airlines so i can avoid the massive stop overs inbetween Zimbabwe and Thailand (Oh yeah i'm Zimbabwean, ask me sometime). So i had it sorted and had reduced my wait times in Johannesburg to an hour (J-burrrrrg is in South Africa for my challenged friends) and in Hong Kong to 2 hours. Perfect i had it all sussed. But then the curve ball happened, jolly trotting with my luggage which contained my black thingies which i knew would make me rich just from they're volume alone, i got on the first plane. Easy peazy flight only lasts about an hour.
In J-burrrrg it turns out i have nothing to be jolly trotting about. My flight had landed late and the other one had had early check in and so i had thirty minutes now to traverse a somewhat poorly designed airport (if you're in a rush) to get to the next one and i missed it. So what does smart-me-then do, nothing.... He comes right down and says oh well it was a good plan what's a night at the airport when you were caught pants down.
So Hong Kong was cool and no hitches, not so bad i thought till i went to get my black thingies, my wealth. Your luggage does not exist sir!! Excuse me!! Funny hahaha!! my black thingies are in there and i'd like to say i worked pretty hard on them. I repeat sir we have no record of you luggage, your tags are for a flight that doesn't exist. When you checked them through to a separate airline they must have done it wrong and left with them or left them behind its hard to tell now. And even if we knew were they were exactly we couldn't track them because stickers are out of wack. Sorry welcome to bangkok, hope you pack heavy in your carry on. I DO NOT. Ask me sometime
But the moral of all this is i lost my books, my words, my life's work, my struggle, and yes you guessed it my wealth. Who cares about the clothes and things, you can buy more or not but my black thingies. So for 10 years i've tried to piece back my ability to write, piece back my clothes and things of course, and my wealth hahahaha!! which brings us to today. My book of 10 years went on Amazon, Live tomorrow i think. Its called "Between Me & You- By Kelvin Tendere" Check it, buy it, love it, sleep with it, walk it and cherish it that's my baby who survived a fire (that's another story, ask me sometime). So i guess don't give up and stuff. Don't like ever thing its like the end, you know what i'm saying. Trust that little crazy voice in your head and the trees (Ask me sometime) and walk on. And while you're walking go to amazon tomorrow and buy my precious pretty first born. Ask me sometime... Truth

Smashwords has an advance edition if you really cannot wait till tomorrow. Truth

.Smashwords - Between Me & You