we learn more from failure than success.

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We learn wisdom from failure much more than success. We often discover what we will do, by finding out what we will not do.
Samuel Smiles

One reason a dog can be such a comfort...

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One reason a dog can be such a comfort when you're feeling blue is that he doesn't try to find out why. ~Author Unknown

Don't let what you cannot do interfere with what you can do

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Don’t let what you cannot do interfere with what you can do. ~ John Wooden

A man's life is interesting primarily when he has failed.

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"A man's life is interesting primarily when he has failed--I well know.
For it's a sign that he tried to surpass himself."
Georges Clemenceau

After Midnight, by Jalal

After Midnight
By Jalal
for Milton
(from It's All Love: Black Writers on Soul Mates, Family
and Friends, edited by Marita Golden)

When opportunity
knocks
I open my door
After mdnight.
You appear
First in line
Of homeless men standing
Outside a shelter.
You enter my apartment
Unannounced.

The neighbors on my floor
They come and go
They
stand between the elevator
And my door,
Waiting for a way out.
They
curse me,
"That Black faggot bitch got crackheads coming up in here."
Peering through their peepholes
They don't love us
Or even know how
the pairing of two Black men
Is so much greater than the rumors they've
reduced us to.
Rumors I hear when I enter the bar
Where no handsome
stranger flirts with me.
Rumors that litter the streets we walk
And
pollute the eyes around us
With self-disgust and self-pity.

When
opportunity knocks
I let you in,
You open
My refrigerator door,
You take
Sacrifices pakaged
And ready to be eaten
I run your
bath water, wash your clothes
Lie in my bed with clean sheets,
But there
are places within me
French kisses and erections cannot reach.

When
opportunity knocks
America sees shiftless garbage walking
Through my
door -- a crackhead, a killer, a thief,
Another nigga racing past them in
disgrace.
I live beyond the expiration date men
See stamped on my fae.
I'm a forty-year-old Black gay man
Living a life challenged by HIV
disease.

What makes me different from those who would
Exploit you,
Knowing you are
Unemployed, homeless,
And a crackhead on call who
sells his body
For a rock, food, and shelter?
I worry about you
You
don't have to fuck me
Or get fucked in the mouth for a meal.
I won't wet
your appetite for self-destruction
With my cum,
I won't buy you crack
Or give you money.
I will grieve each time
You tell me you can't
stop
Smoking crack
And that you like your life
Just as it is.

When opportunity knocks
You fuck me with the sincerity and passion
Of a condemned man in prayer
Isolation binds us
Soul mates locked in
Hell's hotel room
And this is our wedding night.
Am I liberated or
lonely,
Lucky or reluctant
Free or afraid to be hurt again,
Discarded by men
ISO (in search of) personal ad playmates
Wanted --
Black men, must be younger, must be lighter, must be darker, more
Muscular,
more masculine, more status conscious, more attractive than . . .

After
midnight,
When opportunity knocks,
I want you to find a way station of
comfort
Not at the bottom of a beggar's cup
I want us to give more to
our lives
Demand more of ourselves
Than despair.

"I hate love."

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I love this quote. For the record, I don't hate love anymore! lol

"Have you even been in love? Horrible, isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life... You give them a piece of you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like "maybe we should just be friends" or "how very perceptive" turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love."
~Rose Walker, in Sandman: The Kindly Ones by Neil Gaiman

Who would you call? And why are you waiting?

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"If you were going to die soon and had only one phone call you could make, who would you call and what would you say? And why are you waiting?" ~Stephen Levine

You're always doing your best... even when you're not.

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"Calling all perfectionists! Here’s a mind-bender: You’re always doing your best, even when you’re not. Give yourself a break. Today you may be exhausted, fed up, or suffering cramps – and your all doesn’t feel like much. But tomorrow (or 10 minutes from now, when the Advil kicks in), you may have that brilliant brainstorm, run the 4th mile, or accomplish whatever feat you wish you could realize NOW. Your best, and varying degrees therof, is infinite, not ultimate."
~Laura Berman Fortang

Life is about creating yourself.

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"Life isn’t about finding yourself.
Life is about creating yourself."
~unknown

castles in the air

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"If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be.
Now put foundations under them."
~Henry David Thoreau

dreamy African violets

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When my mom gave me these flowers as a present, I was terrified. The last African violets I had turned black and died within weeks. No one wants to kill their gifts, especially not from their parents and so I went online for advice on how to care for these finicky flowers.

My problem? I was watering them like my other plants. But African violets have little tolerance for water -- spare droplets on leaves cause them to rot and fall off. They prefer instead to draw water from their roots. I put them inside little bowls and added water once a week. They liked this. I was so happy when they bloomed that I took a picture to email my mom in NJ! And that's when I turned it into a digital watercolor.

I entered this piece into the online art auction 140hours.com, the first to ever exclusively use Twitter as a bidding tool. That auction ended today and my piece sold! If you click on the flower, you can head over to my online print store and get a print, even custom frame it. But this one is only available in a limited quantities because of the art auction; when I sell 50 total, I'll take it offline.

These African violets still sit in my window sill.

The Journey, by Mary Oliver

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice --
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do --
determined to save
the only life you could save.
~ Mary Oliver ~