I watched a short video about fracking and it’s safe to say that I’m pretty cheesed off, which inspiring me to write this train of thought [that became to long to publish alongside the share video on facebook]. I thought about Captain Planet and the Planeteers, maybe it weren’t just a cartoon, maybe they’ve always tried to tell us something because nowadays all I can see is a bunch of corporate cartels will stop at nothing to squeeze a buck out of something, even if people’s live are in danger. There’s a tonne of ways get clean energy but if they pursued these clean renewable methods, the heavy hitters at the top of the food chain will be out of pocket because their whole industrial and financial infrastructure could crumble in a matter of weeks.

These cartels turn over trillions, pocket billions and leave a the majority of us struggling to survive off of a few thousand. We pay interest on money loaned to us which was created out of thin air, and spend most of our time occupied at a menial job for eight hours a day, beginning our days stressed out before and after work as the trains, buses, and roads are full of congestion. We get home after a day of having our brain activity subdued to find ourselves too tired to read, write, create, research and socialise. It’s a cycle for 45 mon-fri’s of the year, working 9-5, doing the same thing over and over again. It’s no wonder that all people do when the working week is over is go out and get drunk, hit the high street and spend their peanuts of a reward given to them as a token of what they’re worth by these cartels.

Whilst we are occupied by these jobs, the upper echelons carve out more ways to keep us distracted and in their cycle of consumerism: newer technology to keep us entralled -do we need that implant in the back of our ear to document every thought and memory?, newer car -it looks and feels just like the old model but I’ll get it because now it has a deiiferent stitching in the interior, new celebrity story -so and so said something questionable on social media, newer propaganda-programming to make you believe that some poor country several miles away are a threat to our national security -the problem is that it’s a threat to their financial security because that particular place is sitting on a bunch of resources that the cartel require or that they are thinking of stepping away from their grasp.
 
Where is Captain Planet and the Planeteers?

I feel like Hoggish Greedly, Venimous Skumm, Dr. Blight & MAL, Duke Nukum, Looten Plunder, and their cartel leader Zarm, all exist in some shape or form within corporate conglomerate structure. As much as there are no magic rings, there are many among the people who are trying to make a change and if we all came together and refused to stay asleep, we could all do something radical. As Captain Planet used to say before returning to the earth, ‘The Power Is Yours’, and by power I mean choices.

One choice is powerful enough to make a huge impact and inspire others so what will yours be?

Wednesday 27th March 2024, 0100 GMT

In my working life I drill beyond the surface to connect with the ‘why’ because once I have the context I can embody the message and drive it.

I opt for the most abstract and challenging task because it gives me greater autonomy and space to explore. I gain just as much from the task as I pour in.

Once I set off on the campaign to drive what matters I employ others along the way by communicating the vision, purpose and benefits to align with them.

I’ve learned over the years to not apologise for being abstract or ambiguous but to stand on the plan of action and be assertive with task setting. Rather than frame suggestions through questions, I’m re-wording and being direct.

No longer holding back, I’m telling it how it is and being vocal. The bottom line is that I have no ego, I just want to win and it means getting to the root and driving what matters from there.

I find that what I am doing perpetual is placing the pieces in place well in advance and connecting dots of how to get there. When I speak and share things, to some it may seem far fetched as it’s so far removed from the present but if the message is consistent enough, it becomes the reality.

Titles mean nothing nor empty words but what speaks for you is action. On paper and in a spreadsheet things may look further but that doesn’t depict the whole picture.

I pitch the vision to potential talent and encourage them to get on board, putting the initiative into context. Inviting them to be apart of the culture shift by creating a sustainable system rooting in discipline -not authoritative but one of behaviour, habit and initiative.

The end goal is instil a sense of personal autonomy within the team where taking ownership and leading in the absence of leaders is the norm. There is no opt out, out in and engaging in team activity is the norm, anyone exhibiting signs of opting out are ostracised.

It’s a social experiment.

Saturday 19th March 2011

Pretzels look like twisted hearts covered in sweet sticky syrup. Sometimes bitter when covered in salt, sometimes sweet when covered in sugar, dark and sweet when covered in chocolate but twisted nonetheless.

I’ve never been a fan of pretzels, nor twisted hearts, because I’ve only ever tasted the ones covered in salt, I’ve never had the pleasure of indulging in a sweet pretzel.

You do get used to the taste of the salted and dried pretzels but you get to a point where you stop eating. You forget about the pretzel, what it tastes like, the scent, the texture, every single part of the pretzel becomes non existent in your taste memory, you only remember holding it in your hand and seeing it covered in those mahoosive rocks of salt, which require you to drink a gallon of water after each packet to rehydrate because every single pretzel in the packet is covered in gigantic rocks of salt.

Would you prefer another packet of Pretzels, one which hasn’t been open to invasion by the atmosphere, a closed tightly sealed packet, or a different flavour perhaps…

What happens when you’re in the midst of a sweetened pretzel?

Will you test the pretzel flavour placing it on the tip of your tongue, or shove the whole pretzel into your mouth and wait for the surprise?
Will you gamble all you fear on buying that lottery ticket for the chance of having a winning ticket?

How can you differentiate a twisted bitter heart from a pretzel when there’s no comparison, didn’t you say that you forgot what a pretzel looked, tasted, felt and smelt like, surely you wouldn’t be able to tell the difference?

How on earth could you compare a pretzel to a heart, how do you even remember the word pretzel and not have any idea of its associated images?

There are so many inconsistencies in your statements.

Story of my life…

Pretzels – twisted and bittersweet: broken, repaired, recovering, shattered, tarnished, mending, healing, sweet, warm, cold, lustful, loving, nurturing, bright, heavy, light, sour, misused, heartless

Friday 25th March 2011

The sun still shines after the darkest night, even after the darkest of grey clouds obstructs its view, its there in the midst of a storm shining bright, illuminating the path of life.

The sun still shines in the clear blue sky, on the brightest of days, when my mood is contrary to the weather, the sun shines brightly whilst I remain inside.

I don’t want to smile, I want to lay here in this duvet, wrapped in my own melancholy for a while.

I don’t want to climb out of my duvet, to glance out of the window to see the sights, I wish it was night time, I can’t seem to hide from the light.

Away from the sun I prefer to hide, today I feel like I’m hollow inside.

The sky outside of my window is bright, I feel like a stranger to the light, so I squint my eyes.

I can’t stop it from happening, revelations are bright, time to get out of this duvet and open my eyes to the light.

The sun still shines.

Sometimes we hold the power in our hands but we’re afraid to use it. Imagine that you have a set of superpowers but you’re scared to use it because with great power comes even greater responsibility.

Use the force to inspire change in the hearts and minds of others. Use your skills to carve a clear route through the impermeable present to a bright future.

Sitting beneath that dark cloud from to day has got you trapped within a set of self inflicted woes. Transform your mindset from victim to victor.

As you stand on that cliff edge with nothing but an abyss of possibility ahead of you and an orchard of woes behind you, what will you do?

There’s no parachute, rescue helicopter or absail, allow your wits to become your wings and fly.

3,2,1 jump…

Sunday 16th January 2023, 10:47am

Bismillah
What I say when I start my ayah
Showing praise to my creator
I’m grateful, words inspire
All praise is due to Allah
I show gratitude in my ayah
I don’t ask Allah is provider
Protector, teacher and guider
Bismillah ar-raheim ar-Rahman

Islam reflects what’s in nature
Which helps me understand creator
All praise is due to Allah
Bismillah ar-raheim ar-Rahman
The way I open my ayah
I’m grateful for my creator
Seek guidance in holy Quran
It flows so I fill up my cup.

Shortlands to Victoria station (Friday 1st March 2024, 11:12)

At the intersection of want and need
My career feels like stand still,
A process testing my patience and will
No matter how fast I run
I’m standing still…
Career on treadmill.

Interval sprints, start and stopping
Accelerating and slowing
Hanging on to what feels like an empty promise
I made to myself
I’ve just been grafting catching Ls
Setbacks and Lessons
As time goes by and I lose track of myself
I feel like I’ve failed.

Yo fam, What’s good, what’s popping?
When’s the new ting dropping?
I don’t when cah I ain’t been creating
Recording or writing
I’ve been swept away tryna get promoted
Inspiration ain’t been arriving…
As regular as I’ve wanted
Can’t say I ain’t had time,
I just ain’t been focused on creating.
I ain’t been disciplined
I haven’t been intentional with what I’ve done
Too much experimental creating whilst streaming
I went offline to align my feelings
Now I’m on this train
Journaling what’s in my brain
In the aftermath of feeling like
I’ve wasted a thousand days

(Amazing how much life can change in a year)

Wed 28th Sept 2022, 10:18

How many times must I start or theme a journal with “I’m lost”?

In this case I continued to question myself and realised that maybe I’m not feeling inadequate or lost at all.

I know what I’m doing, where I’m trying to get to and what I’m prioritising so essentially I’m my own self fulfilling prophecy.

The advice I’ve given others in conversation is what I’ve followed myself.

Remember when I was telling you lot to be careful what you’re running down for a few extra pence on the hour because you’ll end up in places you’d rather not be in?

Well after slumping out for a few months I think I’ve actually clocked the game and rose above it. I don’t complicate it, I’ve found stillness amongst it all. I’m at the rodeo but not being swept away by it, I’m simply just being.

There’s power in that and also being aware of it too. Only took a few weeks to get here and I think I came to that conclusion when I was brushing my teeth.

As the Jamaican philosophy of nonchalance and being ok with things in their state of being goes…

Any-ting a any-ting.

Sunday 7th August 2022, 03:33am

Time is an odd concept. You grow up in a lot of ways but in pursuit of virtues in order to find meaning and purpose, you forget that what you were chasing was the virtue you had assumed all along. At this point in life I’ve reclaimed my child-like innocence of eye and spirit.

When I approach my birthday I’m always in an indifferent place mentally, spiritually and physically because I’m just beavering away forecasting my next set of moves.

I’ve definitely come to the conclusion that I will go all or nothing in all my pursuits because I owe it to the 12yr old Khalid who was naive with dreams.

I may not drop something on my birthday, however the next set of drops you see whether it be music, beats, vlog or podcast will be purposeful.

Peace

Monday 17th October 2022, 13:41

Life revolves around cycles.

Nature is one big cycle and being part of it, it would be unnatural to assume I am above the divine process of life’s cycle.

Just as water evaporates, condensates and precipitates, so do we go through a cycle.

Does it depend on what or who you are that determines the type of cycle, it’s length and scale of intensity but I suspect that it’s relative to the part you play in the production of nature itself.

I know this seems abstract but looking out onto the life outside of my own, especially as the autumn leaves begin to start their descent to the soil.

I can’t help but to reflect and appreciate the cycles we go through. It makes me appreciate every little moment because each stage, each season, serves a divine purpose.

The leaves that descend from the branches to the soil get a chance to provide sustenance to it. The same nutrients feed the roots of the tree and make it stronger in time for it to go full cycle and blossom on the branches once again.

Embrace your cycle.

For me I guess I go through cycles of creative outlets. Sometimes it’s the beats, sometimes it’s the words on the beats, sometimes it’s the self reflective podcasts and then I go back to the source which is the poetry.

That’s my cycle at the moment.

I feel this need to write as we approach the season of hibernation. Reflect on the seasons previous, scribe the notebook poetry to my journal app and then get that into a manuscript and possibly record. That’s what it’s about that’s my autumn to winter motive. Compile and schedule so I got a drop per month, keep me on my toes.