If You Were Ever Curious About Miami Music...
Current mood: catalyzed
Category: Parties and Nightlife

Come see my two time Grammy Nominated buddy Elsten Torres do his thing at the Hotel Cafe next Wednesday! You won't regret it!

Here are the details:


Hosted By: Uno Entertainment
When: Wednesday May 14, 2008
at 11:00 PM
Where: THE HOTEL CAFE
1623 1/2 N. Cahuenga Blvd
Los Angeles, CA 90028
United States
Description:
Uno Entertainment

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What a Thorough Google Search Will Get Ya
Current mood: amused
Category: Movies, TV, Celebrities

Sometimes boredom and unrestricted internet access pay off.

I figured I'd stumble across some unexpected results by testing my claim of "high Googleability;" I expected to show up in a variety of languages, venues, etc. What I didn't expect is that somehow I've gained some limited notoriety as someone a blessed few would like to see naked.

I wish I could explain it.

They took the time to find the one video I have out there (and a few that had an outside chance of being me) and my bio/imdb info and put them in one place.

I guess I should just be thankful that someone- however obscure, hidden, and probably male- finds me attractive enough to yearn to see more.

I'm going to go get my work out on for those Manpaper fans... It's the least I can do;-)

Feel free to vote on my ranking...and for the love of Pete, if these wonderful souls could take the time to do all that, one of you could start a discussion there or on my IMDB page. Remember: there's only one "Ken-Ali" out there, so it should be no problem finding me .

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A Brief Moment of Recognition
Current mood: contemplative
Category: Life

So...Last Friday was the 3rd anniversary of my pilgrimage to Los Angeles.

It’s been an interesting mix of wonder, creativity and tragedy.

I’m uncertain of what impact this particular milestone will have on the entire tapestry.

Just wanted to mark the space, which represents the results one can get from a moment of unshakable commitment, unabashed vulnerability, and the immense generosity of people like Ms. Jaqueline Blue.

Currently reading : Obsidian Butterfly (Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter: Book 9) By Laurell K. Hamilton Release date: 24 September, 2002

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Appetite for Self Destruction
Current mood: animated
Category: Life

Mere hours ago, I prepared to get my effects in order, doing my version of Fred Sanford: "They got another one Kitty!"

Somehow I woke to the idea that if I got one simple thing done, I then could set my sights on the next thing, and so on.

It's ironic that, deciding I was going to live today, and making arrangements in case I made the same choice tomorrow, I came across the notice of Heath Ledger's and Brad Renfro's passing.

I reminded myself in an innocuous exchange with a fellow Red Line traveler that accountability starts with me.

Barring some direct attack by someone more invested in my destruction than their own continued existence -inferring a more passionate awareness of me than I've ever inspired- only my indifference could allow someone's else's indifference to be the end of me.

Accountability starts with me.

Something to consider?

Currently reading : The Eye of the World (The Wheel of Time, Book 1) By Robert Jordan Release date: 15 November, 1990

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Wrapping Up ’007
Current mood: chipper
Category: Life

Wow!

The statement "The Pen is mightier than the sword" has been tested vigorously this year and continues to stand firm.

So, we are here to wrap up '007 and view the results of the "Year of Living" I declared on January 3rd.

Yes, we started late and now we're ending early, in the interest of further vistas and horizons.

On January 3rd, 2007, I proclaimed my "Metaphor of the Year" in honor of the franchise revival Ian Fleming's James Bond, 007.

"Casino Royale" was a more apt vantage point than I realized at the time...

I too faced being underestimated and disregarded by peers and enemies alike.

I too had no idea of the frightening consequences of taking on a higher aspect of cold, collected efficiency in the "game" of life...

I too faced the results of daring to have it all; lived to choose between letting it all unravel around me or tighten up my core and let the ladies
and the bad guys have it with the same rakish grin and well crafted facade of bonhomie.

In the "Actual" realm, this is how it all showed up:

I undertook the building of a brand around one man, whom I now know to be sadly scarred and mentally incapable of being involved in any adult business, much less with stakes as serious as what I play for.

I magnified, clarified and multiplied his visibility in the world, and through those efforts created results for myself as well.

I was instrumental in getting the play that I co-produced last December optioned for screen adaptation, and took on adapting it myself...
Again, I co-signed that with a person who has no legal substance, so that contract- sadly- is null and void.
I have come up with four treatments in their place, which I shall be pitching this spring to at least six production companies.

I went to San Francisco three times; San Diego once; traveled to Philly for a cheese steak, water ice, and some quality time with my flawed and wonderful family; hit Miami for a dinner date (which didn't happen) and left with the consolation prize of a four song EP; learned the extent of both Myspace ties and the illness of my charge...I would gladly have looked out for him fully informed, yet the difference between pawning him off on some unsuspecting fool and placing him in the care of a capable and generous soul looked like a totaled rental and a three car pile up in Dallas, Tx as the result of a request to bring back a frozen non-alcoholic beverage on the way to the hotel.

Deception has devastating and still looming consequences. Take heed all who choose to wallow in that muck.

So now I stand:

with roughly $8000 in tangible assets; a $2600/month- two bed, two and a half bath, three story- brand new apartment in the heart of Hollywood; a renewed interest in and increasing connections with multi-million dollar print facilities that can put $1000 a day in my pocket on a lazy day; a wardrobe that allows me to change twice a day and still never leave the house looking less than dapper; and my awareness of my capability has grown to the point where I maintain my schedule with precision, yet make my way from one to thing to the other with a careless, near-comically-disinterested air.

I become deeper invested in the altering of the ills of the world, propagated more by the inequities of the weak than the tyranny of evil men...

Yet the more invested I become, the more I'm moved to be "fun and ease," moving around with the languid air of an indulgent tom cat, mocking the toils of the uninspired with a devil may care, somewhat mysterious vibe.

I'm not the "PG guy everyone hopes will make it..." I am cheerfully the "R-rated guy, that people aren't quite sure they like." And it is good.

I now move on into the Year of...Captain Jack Sparrow.

Ambiguous in a multitude of ways, most especially in the realm of ethics, yet possessed of an undeniable charm and an unerring nose for excitement, treasure and glory.

My compass too defies the usual North pointing hand.

Where shall my journey lead me?

To World's End?

If so, who has the spirit of adventure to come along?

Till next time, drink up me hearties, Yo-ho!

With Warmest Regards and Deepest Devotion,

Ken-Ali
http://imdb.com/name/nm2260830
"I cannot forgive you, for that implies the lack of free will given us all...instead, I bid you make good on the tears and blood you have spilt, for the ills you visit upon others sits with you tenfold"- Kenyatta Ali Chapple

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Kitty Says Hello...Fuckers!
Current mood: bouncy
Category: Life

I was going to make a mockery of pathetic people who try to pretend that they could even hold my jockstrap in intelligence, class, or a simple display of wherewithal...That, however, would just give them a stage to play out their trave-sham-a-mockery.

Instead I'll share my day, Thursday October 25th, 2007:

I'm awakened by a missed phone call on my Blackberry at 10:25am...I just missed it and it had said "Private Number," so I rolled back over and muttered "Fucking telemarketing scum."

Phone rings again, same phone, same "Private number."

I pick it up and hear "Can you make a photo shoot at 4pm today?"

"Excuse me...who is this?"

Turns out, last December, a buddy of a buddy offered to shoot my head shots for free, as a gesture towards getting me out of the gutter and now he's calling to complete the transaction...They do say "timing is everything."

I get upright, get his address, then start planning how I'm going to get camera ready, make $10,000 with one less day before the 31st of Oct, and get to West Hollywood to pick up the $115 I paid a lady for a service I never got, plus got spit on and abused in the process-No, you freaks, I'm not into all that alternative compensated dating stuff- between 1pm and 2, and I need a hair cut:-p

I get showered, shaved, shined up, take four shits, grab my laptop, bag of clothing choices,
guitar, and eighteen cell phones...I'm certain I ate up an hour just gathering all of those accursed cell phones (J/k, all eighteen phones are my top friends here on Myspace, and they are about the only "friends" who are doing anything other than taking up space, with a few notable exceptions I choose not to note, so I can't afford to piss my phones off:-p).

As I'm making my way out of the Diamond Mine, with half an eye out for my scumbag of a queer neighbor (he's not a scumbag b/c he's queer, it's because he's been trying to manipulate me like a Downs' Syndrome patient into letting him poke me square in my asshole, and there's nothing cool about that...the manipulation, not the asshole thing...per se), one of my phones rings and it's Ana, part of the beautiful duo I call A'Nancy.

Since Ana is and has always been blog worthy- and also hasn't been in communication since I saw her in Miami in August- I just juggled all my shit whilst making my way to the busstop a third of a mile down the street and talking to her about her awesome internship and her bullshit around money.

We finished our conversation right as I was reaching the second leg of my mad dash to WeHo- for money that should have been delivered to my door with at least a hand job for apology- to have an interesting conversation with a lovely Russian girl named Olga and peripherally this bloke from England who may still play an interesting role in my story.

I got to my destination of Sunset and Sweetzer, with a full ten minutes to spare, at which point I called to have my money delivered to me...yet I was a half a block away and this sweet soul "only had till 2pm for me" so I had to crawl even further for what was tendered with singular efforts and no receipt! I just bucked up and slogged my stuff another 1/8 of a mile with a smile and even shared the Haiku that I came up with for the lame role they were going to stick me with without my go-ahead and only a "Yeah" for lines...

"Cherry Garcia"

She brings cherry, vanilla...the chocolate I have makes her go nuts.

17 syllables bitches! I can do that all day...there ain't a game you got for me I can't outplay you at.

Returning to the narrative:

I watch her walk jauntily away, attempting to get something out of the experience, even if just a cheap thrill...nothing.

I recall that -in all this mad hustling- I've only had about a half a cup of water...I needed some fuel!

I considered burger joints, sandwich joints, smoking a joint...yet the only thought that peaked my interest was food by the pound from Whole Foods.

I walked the three blocks south to Santa Monica, punctuated by my sad harridan of a little sister calling me up with some bullshit "are you going to let me talk?" Without even asking what I was up to! Calling me up when I asked her to send me a letter, because I ain't got time for 14 text messages about how she feels she was victimized for making my childhood a nightmare?!?

Ninja please.

Once that four seconds of unpleasantness was over, I found that I was right at a juncture where two buses stopped going in my direction...one of them an express bus that would have my next stop be blessed Whole Foods.

Unfortunately, I had watched two go in that direction whilst having someone attempt to make me pay to experience their contempt of me.

Fortunately, I let that dark cloud go and just accepted that the bus was going to get there when it would, and I would be eating before I knew it...Three minutes later, another express bus materializes as if from heaven.

Two minutes after that, I'm walking into Whole Foods with a shopping cart full of my shit...aiming for a 12 pack of Clif's bars, a 32 oz bottle of R.W. Knudsen Family Organic Orange Carrot Juice, and whatever selection of hot, tasty, and well-worth-the-cost-$7.99 a lb food.

I accept the favor of a full box of chocolate almond fudge Clif's bars, wandered a bit looking for the Juice, and ran into Noah( it definitely started with a No-sound)- a man with braids the most vibrant color of blue I've ever seen, a very low key, bohemian style outfit, and an aura that outshone the overheads.

We spoke about hair, sociology, cosmic connection and business cards- punctuated by the very comedic shuffling of myself, himself, and my cart that mostly has my shit in it as we basically played "conscientious firehazard." Also, an unbelievably hot girl with nautical tattoos and a look like a young Nastassja Kinski- Mz Quincy Jones' baby-mama if you nasty-passed by and I did not let her pass unremarked.

I quit playing musical lawsuits with my man No-something, then made my way to the hot food section, now on the hunt for the darned containers...

In my aimless wandering, who should I run into?

Young Cat Woman, A.K.A. Candace...Hi Candace!

We vibed for a bit, I shared "Cherry Garcia" with her, then handed her my card and proceeded to test the literal limits of the miraculously materialized food containers.

Ten minutes later, I've got everything on my list, I'm in the shadow of the threshold of the exit and I look for somewhere to sit and enjoy my first meal of the day.

I spot more than a handful of empty tables, then a table at which one man is sitting with at least three other spots. I acknowledge that there are plenty of non-intrusive options for sitting, then ask if it is ok to join him. He says "any man with a guitar on his back is welcome with me and my brother!"

Guitar on my back?!? That explains why me and No(el?) got such dirty looks as we kept shuffling in and out of the way!

I say thank you and introduce myself. We have a lovely conversation about connection, music, and the nature of people who insist on going in through the "out" door.

After about 20 minutes, Jamie excuses himself, citing previous engagements. I boldly ask for 3:50 more to play them my new song "Misery."

I paraphrase: "What took you so long to ask?"

I unzip, snap to, and give 'em less than 4 minutes of soul...

"What I'd like for you to do is come play that song, or another, for my partner at our recording studio next week...Is that ok for you?" is the response, in a nutshell.

We settled upon my calling him on Monday...He had given me his number about 2 minutes before I played him my song.

The rest of my day was a study in contrasting opportunities to rise to the occasion:

Impatient girl at bus stop...Jittering impotently as she tells me she's always late, yet it's the bus' fault.

Mousey Russian dude with his PC laptop, a conversation with whom was interrupted by some filthy, disgusting, caricatures of everything unappealing about children of direct African descent these days..."My N*** this and that" at the top of their lungs, which is the only part of their "conversation" that was distinguishable, aside from them telling me to "shut the fuck up" because I asked them, respectfully, to keep it down to a dull roar.

They didn't have time for me until I remarked in a conversational tone about how the loudest people often had the least to say...then they quieted down enough when I simply pulled my business card out and held it up for two minutes..."What the fuck does that mean, My N**?!?"

"Bullshit talks, money walks," I replied evenly...when I could have told her that she couldn't have survived as a field nigger and she was too gross to be a house nigger, so in the days of niggers she probably would have just been smothered in her sleep...and still might be today.

Followed by a fantastic $20 hair cut, blocks away from my shoot, in a very classy, urban cool barbershop called "The New Millennium Sports Barber Shop." I got hooked up and then got interest in what I do.

The shoot...well, I'll share the photos when I get them.

More interesting intersections, more business cards handed out, more calls on a variety of those 100 cell phones I have...They're multiplying like tribbles! :-P

Culminating in my return to the Diamond Mine by 9:15...where I ran out of steam on the way to a live music event...until I gave a shout to my newly discovered neighbor, Klaus, asking what a "visual effects systems integrator" was, as he is credited on IMDB...We chatted for 3 hours across the eight feet divide between his windows and mine.

So I didn't get to the event...Bra, I'm the man you call Wednesday afternoon to tell me you got me on the list for VIP and how many am I bringing...If you don't show interest in my being there, when you got my card, my presence probably would go unnoticed to you anyway...Holla, though, there's still an opportunity here.

I'm going to see if I can't get through the latest episode of "Bionic Woman" online.

What treasures will tomorrow bring?

I know I got new business cards coming...looking forward to seeing the reactions to the new quote.

Other than that, I leave it in the inconceivable and capable hands of my FATHER, WHO ART IN HEAVEN.

"Repent, the end is near?!? What petty, snot nosed, weakling of a deity would float some bullshit like that around? Y'all are crazy to subscribe to that."-Kenyatta Ali Chapple

Currently listening : Alive By P.O.D. Release date: 15 January, 2002

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Why Wouldn’t I Post Another One? You’re Not Reading Anyway...
Current mood: bored
Category: Life

Here is what insisting on more will get you:

Saturday I had to deal with a malicious and petty burglary and an unexpected charge of $500 on my two main cells from T-mobile.

I called the cops and they took their usual lackadaisical time getting here, whilst attempting to get someone on the phone to deal with the obvious mistake and discrepancy in my bill.

The person I got, when I specifically asked for someone who had negotiating power, was outraged that I would demand that this was a mistake on their end...Am I too stupid to know that extra line = outrageous overage?

You don't have to be a MENSA candidate to figure out that there should be some sort of fluctuation...

Did I forget to mention that I got an invitation to take their official test, two years ago?

...However, considering that the other phone is a Blackberry Pearl, bought specifically to expand my mobile web capability, on which I spend an extra $20 a month, and the overages looked like TWICE the amount on my original phone, the underwhelming wi-fi from Nokia, that didn't compute.

"But Mr. Chapple, you ignoramus, you switched to a 700 minute plan!"

And how many minutes have I gone over my previous plan?

"...None"

Have I even cracked 650 minutes in the last four months?

"No...but you didn't have TWO phones then!"

Are you fucking calling me stupid?

"How dare you?!?"

We hang up, no resolution, just my eyes to the sky and saying "I'm Listening."

Meanwhile, back in Mayberry. Barney Fife is on the job:

"So someone came in and took... what exactly?"

My cable box, some shit clothes, and they made an attempt at my dignity, but that was too big a job for them and 38 people.

"They're probably not going to be able to do anything."

Just write the report Barney, my lawyer needs it to handle the civil suits.

"You should probably get a locksmith out here ASAP, before whomever is obsessed with you enough to let themselves into your house to deface and steal your property elevates to slitting your throat...Have a nice night!"

I then spend the next two days barricaded in my house, with my heaviest couch against the door...Did I mention I weigh 130 pounds and am shitting blood?

Appointments get missed, blown off, canceled. Money gets lost. No Wheel of Fortune because some pathetic excuse for a criminal team cut my cable in a place inconvenient to hook it up to the crap tv they left to taunt me.

I call the management company...Sunday night, leaving a frantic message that someone has burglarized me and I can't leave my house until they come change the locks.

They call me back...on Monday at 15 to one pm..."I don't hef a lot of time (they're from the former eastern european bloc) what problem?"

I need someone to change my locks so I can leave the house...how long do you think it will take?

"Will call you back"

When?

"When I feel like it."

Ok...

Then my t-mobile phones start to ring...

"Hi Ken? This is Mary from that thing you paid to be a part of on Thursday"

That's not my name, and that's not how I introduced myself to you.

{Eyes rolling so noticeably I can hear over the phone}"Fine I'm sorry *asshole*"

What was that? I didn't hear the last part...

"Nothing...Look, Andrea told me to come pick you up...when can you be ready?"

Aren't you driving the same car you were last week, when you didn't have room for me and my guitar?

"Yes..."{impatience dripping like a methodone drip in a swank heroin rehab joint}

Well, we're supposed to be doing tech, which requires my guitar...Andrea was supposed to come get me, why isn't she calling me to coordinate new arrangements?

"Well, she asked me to do it..."

Mary...That's not congruent with the education that you, Andrea and I have in common. There's no Integrity there.

"Don't make your pushiness a thing about Integrity. Asshole. Get there yourself"{hangs up}

I shrug, because almost immediately my other t-mobile phone rings again, only my composure has cracked enough that I don't immediately pick up...at which point my other phone rings...Unknown number.

Yes?

"This is Craig from LB Property Management. What's the problem?"

Well, Craig- who I've never spoken to before now- I got burglarized and now I need the locks changed.

"No, you're having a dispute with your roommate."

He moved out two weeks ago...right before I did my stint as the subject of a 72 hour suicide watch worrying over his poor, damaged soul. Now he's just trying to terrorize me.

"Grow up! This is not our problem."

If I can't leave my house, that's your problem if you want the rent.

{Phone hangs up...other t-mobile rings...the Blackberry}

"Hello, due to the extreme activity on your bill, you either pay us a minimum today or we shut your phone off."

But my bill says that I have until 11/13/2007!

"We don't care. Pay us today or suffer the consequence."

Let me talk to someone who has some authority.

"Forget you! Your shit is SO off."

{Then they turned my shit off}

I called 611, which is the only number I can call, and I get the lovely Yolanda.

Hi Yolanda, I'm having a bad day. I'm being besieged on all sides, I'm barricaded in, and my phones got cut off because of a technical issue with one of your phones...May I please speak to someone who can help me solve this?

"My gosh...please hold"

Blessedly short minutes later...I get Yolanda back and she introduces me to Will.

Long story slightly shorter, Will reverses all the charges and hooks me up with everything I need to have my phone services ticking like a swiss clock in the future...Payment due on 11/13/2007.

Andrea calls...calls me 'Ken' ten times in five minutes. Demands that I do things her way and pay her, then says "Fine, I'll give you your money back and you can just be in the audience!"

Don't call me babe, I'll call you, perhaps you'll think before claiming haiku.

I would have brought some dope ass Haiku to the table...After their so-called event is done, I'll delight you with "Cherry Garcia" and "Check My IMDB Mother Fucker..." the latter is a classic in the making.

I get a call from Isaac, the locksmith...at 4:53pm. He breaks his back giving me his contact info, and a promise that he'll call me first thing in the morning.

He calls at 5:40am...good thing I'm up talking to real people...who didn't call me up to defend themselves...they called to see what the fucking ruckus was about.

He fixes the front door and the storage room upstairs that got hijacked by the deranged, lying fruit down the hall who feels that his desire to fuck me directly in my asshole- against my will- entitles him to use and abuse my property.

I play Isaac "Misery," which he has the good grace to love, because it's that fucking good.

Calm down?!? Get fucking excited or get the fuck out!

More downsizing to happen...Long overdue...bitches.

"You're trying to work your way into calling me Kenny, which sounds like Kitty, and then we all know what happens to Kenny and Kitty...someone always kills them...Not me...better bring an army of knives!"-Kenyatta Ali Chapple

Currently listening : Misery Business By Paramore Release date: 25 June, 2007

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THIS SHIT IS SERIOUS! IT’S LIFE OR DEATH SERIOUS
Current mood: angry
Category: Life

Who the fuck are you? To ask who I am to ask you to speak proper fucking English or rendering my name as I gave it to you, who the fuck would you have to be?

Angry? Fucking right I am!

I'm 3000 miles away from the one person willing to drive themselves to distraction to try to save me from myself...even if they do hold a 17 year old grudge against me...

Everyone else just plays at concern like Keanu Reeves plays at being a serious actor (I still love you from the Matrix bra).

So let's just take a moment and consider this:

I don't have time for bullshit in my life. If I'm not on my shit, I'm dead. Game over. Paupers burial somewhere in most probably an anonymous grave.

If you don't believe me, fuck off...if my success depended upon your belief I'm fucked anyway.

Nice people who have always been nice to me, if you haven't called or emailed for a detailed report in three months, YOU too can fuck right off. I never ask anyone to love me for who I am...because I need for someone to recognize I can do better and fucking call me on it when I'm not. I don't need nice, I need accountability.

Anyone who doesn't have the good grace to drop me as a friend or comment on this entry will be dropped. I shouldn't have to post a bulletin that I posted a new blog entry.

GET THE FUCK OVER IT! EVERYONE IS TRYING TO DOMINATE EVERYONE ELSE IN THIS WORLD, MOST ARE JUST BEING PASSIVE/AGGRESSIVE IN THEIR EFFORTS.

GROW SOME BALLS AND JUST GO FOR WHAT YOU WANT, FLAT OUT. I'M WHO YOU BEND YOUR NECK TO IN TERMS OF COMMUNICATION, BECAUSE I'M BETTER THAN YOU, BECAUSE I HAVE A PLAN AND IT'S LIFE OR DEATH FOR ME; JUST PLAY TIME FOR YOU. IF YOU FEEL LIKE THERE'S ALWAYS SOMEONE YOU CAN CALL IF THINGS GO SOUTH, YOU SHOULD SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LET ME DO THE DRIVING, BECAUSE YOU DON'T HAVE WHAT IT TAKES TO GET US TO WHERE THE GOLD IS. PERIOD.

DON'T ASK ME TO CALM DOWN. YOU FUCKING GET EXCITED, GET THAT BLOOD PUMPING AND SEE WHAT IT FEELS LIKE WHEN YOU'RE PLAYING LIKE YOUR LIFE DEPENDS ON IT.

DON'T BRING ME DOWN TO YOUR LEVEL, ELEVATE YOURSELF ABOVE MINE...IF YOU CAN.

JUST SO I KNOW I SAID IT: IF YOU FEEL LIKE I DROPPED YOU UNFAIRLY, PROVE IT BY COMING CORRECT. OTHERWISE, WE'RE NOT DOING EACH OTHER A LICK OF GOOD, AND YOU CAN LURK MY BLOGS JUST AS EASILY WITHOUT YOUR FACE ON MY SPACE...PUNK.

EZEKIAL 25:17
I'M NOT GOING DOWN LIKE KITTY GENOVESE


"I'm the train, so you're either a passenger or the track. Passengers pay a fare and the track gets me somewhere...No one can be a Destination."-Kenyatta Ali Chapple

Currently listening : Ruff Ryders: Uncensored Release date: 16 October, 2001

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Love May Just Be A BattleField...
Current mood: awake
Category: Life

And I am a soldier.

It's not what we want to hear...yet most times it's best to let go.
People may disappear or they may just rise to a deeper 'know'
You can't complain your way or explain your way through love,
Just get that no one who cares let's it come to where push meets shove.


I'm nobody's anything, and I don't want to be nothing to you
You've seen the least of me, how could you use that and fully choose.
There's so many sides to me, that it just might be,
An eternity till you see them all...
So give me more than 20 seconds before you say that you could never fall

-Kenyatta Ali Chapple

Go forth, and for a change, perhaps you'll multiply the knowledge of my works out in the world...

-the Chocolate James Bond(TM)
http://imdb.com/name/nm2260830
Day 12 of Tom Cruise Month
"Max: First time in L.A.?
Vincent: No. Tell you the truth, whenever I'm here I can't wait to leave. It's too sprawled out, disconnected. You know? That's me. You like it?
Max: It's my home.
Vincent: 17 million people. This is got to be the fifth biggest economy in the world and nobody knows each other. I read about this guy who gets on the MTA here, dies.
Max: Oh.
Vincent: Six hours he's riding the subway before anybody notices his corpse doing laps around L.A., people on and off sitting next to him. Nobody notices. "-Jamie Foxx and Tom Cruise in "Collateral" $208Million worldwide

Currently listening : Best of Candlebox By Candlebox Release date: 23 May, 2006

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For All That Toil To Find Fault...
Current mood: ecstatic
Category: Life

Here is your opportunity to toil the first and final time ever in the interest of favor.

On 10/7/07, Newly Discovered Cousin, Angela Sinclair Raley (worth a google) wrote:

Yes, Ken-Ali you are full of it! So many ways I can assume to answer this
but for the moment you have me stunned. So what I'm going to do is
meditate on your thoughts and I'll get back with you in a few days. Yes,
your thoughts are deep and I can tell you spend a lot of time reading, but
i also sense anger in your more creative mind!

Does God speak just to be heard? God is awesome in everything he has
created and to hear him speak to one is an honor. I hear God speak in the
air, in the passing of leaves, in the moving of water, or even in the
silence of the night.

Does God honor his promises? WOW! Ken-Ali you are full of it!!!! But as I
said I will get back with you when I have time to catch your deep sense of
writing.
Angela



On 10/7/07, Ken-Ali wrote:


Dear Cousin,

I admit to choosing anger, as I had to sacrifice a man's dignity, blood and sense of control over his own destiny in order to gain this awareness...I beat him bloody the extra large hands with which my heavenly father blessed me as the smallest of his favor. I scraped my knuckles raw on his cheek bones, when I haven't laid my awesome fists upon another even in the defense of my own life, the threat to which I've had to face somewhat regularly -as a result of the contempt I've bred by pretending to be less than Who I Be, in the face of the innate recognition of everyone- and much in the past 12 years.

I won't apologize for lying, as the contempt with which you and everyone else responds shows that y'all (not that I'm singling you out, cousin, I am just including this because I was pretending again and didn't include this in the original message) went along knowing the import of the slight, which means you recognized me for He Who I Am and still chose to toil to find fault with me over accepting my favor. Just as I refuse to forgive you for putting your vested self interest behind attempting to make me pay to experience your contempt. Our Father Who Art In Heaven, Hallowed Be His Name blessed us with free will and it wouldn't honor my promise to him to diminish the power of your or my choosing, just because we were pretending we weren't.

I request that you use criteria above to check me or anyone else whenever we are appearing as a barrier to your vested self interest.

Know, cousin Angela, that this part is just for you:

Your immediate and genuine reaction to me has been a huge shot to my chest, like the adrenaline they use in effort to resuscitate someone who has died upon arrival. You have called me out of a self-inflicted coma and into an awareness of He That I Am, which my heavenly father gave you choice to do. Truly are you blessed as your brother's keeper and the finder of lost children.

My anger now could be said to be directed by whomever feels that they can pervert the gift of Our Father Who Art In Heaven, Hallowed Be Thy Name; much as He Who Goes Unnamed felt wroth toward the Pharisees for claiming dominion over people's gift to Our Favor.

Ezekial 25:17-
"The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he, who in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who would attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee."

I That I Am could be no other if I did not show my generosity towards the flock of He That Is by protecting them from the wolves.



On 10/7/07, Lisa wrote:



Ken-Ali

I am always open to you.
You are not to worry about being forgiven. It is with understanding that you are on a quest of completeness. You will find many twists and turns on this road. Some roads lead with intentions of good others with confusion.

Recognize who you are for yourself. We need not worry that you are forever finding yourself each and every day in a new way. Appreciate who you are now, so that you can become who you want to be.

Every person has the ability to take on what ever comes in their path given an open mind and an open heart.

To believe that a greater power than you exists enables you to take on what would otherwise be impossible. Continue accepting we have a power to do anything we put our minds to with the support of an unseen force to help us.

Remember you can give reason for everything and anything. G-d is our reason for most things.
To be; all life and the universe was given to us by a greater entity than ourselves.
When looking at the simple things in life such as a single celled organism to a complicated force in the solar system one questions how it's existence came to be. Look beyond your universe and life plays out with or without you.

Everything after that we created or destroyed ourselves.

We are given the ability to choose how our world works. Each individual is given the same choices initially. What we do with those choices effects not only ourselves but everyone around us.

That is why we are in a world of strife and confusion. If everyone was able to be open minded and respectful of our differences we would have peace and fulfillment for all.

Hat 'Samae ach
La 'shana tova

That means happy holiday to you. And for the New Year may you find peace and forgiveness that has been given to you by G-d to start a new beginning.

May you be inscribed for a good life filled with joy and happiness and fulfillment for this next year to come.

Love
Lisa


Thank you for your considerate and generous response, Lisa.

To honor the ultimate gift of free will, an ultra-refined appreciation- more compact, brilliant, multi-faceted and sharper than the worthiest diamond- with which HE THAT IS has blessed me it would defy my vested self interest- the unflinching pursuit of which I get is all the CREATOR asks of us- to choose the hubris it takes to think that "forgiveness" can exist in the same realm as that which lends near irrefutable evidence of the gift or CREATOR.

I contend that to subscribe to any of these laughably inconceivable notions that anything we do- other than giving up the toil to find fault, to accept the favor given us by an indescribable BENEVOLENCE- in the earthly terms of debt, the interest of which would defeat the most wildly optimistic efforts of a billion-times-the-sum of the will of Ghandi, the Reverend Dr. Martin Luthor King, Mother Teresa, the Easter Bunny, Santa Clause, and Pollyanna combined to even begin to imagine paying down before the end of time, the existence of a lack of vested self interest of that magnitude anywhere would negate all existence.

Therefore, by the virtue of our even being able to have this or any other interaction, any "word of god" numbering more than three, simple, yes or no questions, only deepens the wonder of his gifts, that such pharisees can exist in this time, and that he would send ME to bear WITNESS to your EXALTATION of being found worthy to experience this BLESSED REVELATION.

IT OCCURRED TO ME THAT THE THREE QUESTIONS WOULD LOOK LIKE SOMETHING YOU COULD APPLY TO EVERY ASPECT OF YOUR LIFE AND ATTAIN OPTIMUM FREEDOM OF CHOICE, WHICH WOULD LOOK LIKE A PARADISE IF EVERYONE JUST USED THESE CRITERIA FOR VESTED SELF INTEREST:

1)DOES SOMEONE ENGAGE IN IDLE CHATTER, SPEAKING ONLY FOR THE GOAL OF HEARING THEIR OWN VOICE REFLECTED OFF OF YOU?

HE THAT IS is never heard, only felt in the stillness of our willingness to seek HIM within ourselves and others, so it wouldn't be congruent that you would ever get that feeling that OUR FATHER WHO ART IN HEAVEN, HALLOWED BE THY NAME could be viewed in the same light as Kramer, with insistent, frequent, and ultimately inconsequential visitations upon you. If the sum total of Divine Countenance depended upon the attentions of any unfortunate soul who thinks Seinfeld is really is a show "about nothing," then we would have only NOTHINGNESS, instead of breath and opportunity.

2)DO THEY HONOR THEIR PROMISES, MAKING PROMISES OF A MAGNITUDE THEY MAY NOT EVEN KNOW HOW TO KEEP, ACKNOWLEDGING WHEN THEY HAVEN'T KEPT THEM AND OFFERING THE CHANCE TO ACCEPT A NEW ONE? If number one leads us to number to, as naturally and with the ease of unconsidered breath, FREE WILL is the only constant amongst all the varied attempts at encompassing the Divine, in the aspect of the world that surrounds us...Wouldn't the opportunity to even be here to ask the question answer 2) along with 1)?

3)IS TOILING TO FIND FAULT MORE IMPORTANT THAN ACCEPTING FAVOR? We got here with the ease of two simple questions, that didn't even take a fraction of second to ask and answer...in the face of that sort of evidence, wouldn't one have to have something resembling an inconceivable lack of vested self interest in order to put forth even twice the amount of effort into toiling than it takes to relent and let a reward come to us?

I may have averaged 3 hours of sleep in the past week- including this day - and have been through more pressure and stress in the previous day than I did the two before that, which generosity given me by HE THAT IS bids me spare you how great a magnitude the difference of stress looks like for the previous week, month, year, ad nauseum; I may have even been subjected to the added stress of going against the sum total of everything I ever thought I was to sacrifice my earthly toils upon the altar of that beautiful, blessed man's face (may I know his name to give him GLORY alongside my earthly and Divine forebears), which couldn't be measured if you considered- if you were to seek the gem amongst the muck the pharisees offer- the story of a man, whose name I choose not to remember, who was called upon to sacrifice his only son upon the altar for a jealous god(?!?), even if you magnified that to the limits of imagination, it could not equal what I thought my worth was, before HE THAT IS called me to give over toiling to find fault and accept the favor of BLESSING that poor soul with a CLARITY I THAT I AM am certain fundamentally altered the firmament of his existence congruent with the indisputable existence of the Divine.

Anointed are you in the blood of OUR sacrifice, such that I am the transparent lens for the Divine, as I can be at this time, which involves the constant evolution that calls for choosing in every moment to give over toil to accept favor, that vested self interest, and not fear(?!?) leads me obviously to make, while honoring the promise of free will which is confirmed and confirming of the CREATOR of that promise by our very existence.

I recommend a movie called "Next Stop, Wonderland," which is a great allegory for the immense irony we indulge in by subscribing to some petty plutocrat's notion of propriety, in the face of their myopic vision of the glory of the Divine, recognizing only tiny bits of the AUTHORITY, until someone comes along and humbles us with the futility of our toils- by offering two simple, missing words as "a foolish" -that there is a risk of being overcome by the concept that Divine Love could be that simple and sweet that it fundamentally alters the firmament of your existence, such that it would almost seem as if you would have to toil to make those two simple, missing words an absolute statement about you, rather than accept those two words and be rewarded beyond the sum total of all of your previous, earthly measure.

Currently watching : Next Stop Wonderland Release date: 09 May, 2000

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