adore

Your hair your hair...
What about it?
I love it...the kinks and napps, soft and thick. What God has given you is truly adorable.

Your eyes your eyes
What about them?
They are so wonderful. Full of Passion, deep, ebony staring back at me, they are truly adorable.

Your skin your skin
What of it?
Your skin is so beautifully crafted. So dark, smooth and unique. envied and desired by many, God has truly shown the beauty of his creation. Adorable.

Your character
What about it?
So passionate...soulful, loyal, driven...so very set apart...special...adorable.

You
Me?
I love you. You are beautiful and I adore you

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And If...

...I could add her to my list, number one is where she sits.
Now that I think of this...if she is here then the list doesn't exist.

...I could savor one kiss, my heart she would never miss.
A state that supersedes bliss, thats only found in a wish

...I could, I'd continue to insist, make her unable to resist.
But I can I just can't finish this...

alone

Square and Circles

There's a feeling that I get every so often that I feel like I'm out of place. To be direct, it feels like I was born in the wrong era. Like my birth was mistimed and I ended up in the wrong place. To be honest I really feel like I should be living in my parents time.

I just think- racism, segregation, the absence of today's technology and the presence of unadulterated human drive. How would all this affect me? If I was to march in GSU's band in the 60's or the 70's...or if I was to even be a student at Grambling at that time. I know the campus was alot smaller back then. The elements had the upper hand in all the facilities. The cafeteria wasn't as big and diverse as it is. The men and women thought an entirely different way. I just wonder. The old dorms. The absence of vast technology, I think, made people more social. The Grambling that we see today was built on the endurance of generations of former Gramblinites. To live in a time like that...

To live in the same era as the epitomized Earth, Wind, and Fire. They are my favorite musical artists now as it is. I wonder how my musical perspective would be shaped if I were to have witnessed these men in person at their peak...

In a time when all black people had was each other (honestly all we STILL have is each other). I wonder, how would my perspective about my peers change? I've never been faced with a situation like that, but yet I feel as if I could live it.

Is it honestly that my mentality sticks out because the era that I presently live in needs the era that I think in? Or is the situation reversed? Am I an old soul, misplaced in a new world?

This is one of about 18 thought processes that I go through every single day...

I wonder if that's a quality of the previous generation as well..? hmm

My Sport (Our Sport)

My sport our sport...

Where 8 to 5 isn't a span of time, related to the working man
Where 8 to 5 is a distance between now and the next
Where moving 8 to 5 is like an 8 to 5

When tradition meets culture
Where tradition means everything
How tradition is mantained.

Where the fifth quarter doesn't mean overtime
But rather the time spent over the course of many nights
Spent relentlessly to achieve the status of preparation

My sport our sport...

The only sport spent taking place in the same place as another sport
We go hand in hand, not as a child and his parent, or as spouses would
But rather as 1...yes as 1. Not 2 but one. That makes us a system.

Black lines and dots on white paper are our breakfast
Asphalt and grass are our lunch. thirsty? sweat and blood
If we eat healthy, our opponents are our dinner

Never before has precision been this crucial
Criticism is our yellow flag, and the penalty hurts our very NAME
Musicianship, athleticism, bond, endurance, focus, love, drive.

All under one name- BAND

My sport our sport...

Our Hair

Its funny how the subject of appearance is so established in our society. We know that fashion is in, individuality is respected, but overall we have an "established" look of what's acceptable. You know, the look that allows one person to think liberally toward another. For instance, the average person has a more postive thought about a man who's clean cut, nice suit, etc., as opposed to a person who isnt as clean cut in a tshirt and jeans.

Well, lets be specific and bring it to America. Let's also be specific- "post-racist" America. Now before you think this is a soapbox rant against "the man", just relax and read on, I'm trying to expand your thinking.

Now look back to the example I used in the first paragraph. Only this time, let me fill in the blanks and edit. We're at a job interview. We have, NOT a white man and black man, but two black men. We have, not one in a suit and one low-casual, but both in a suit. We have two black men with equal credentials and education. What's the difference? One is clean cut, one has a thick, nappy afro.

Pause...

Now, according to what we know about the standards of appearance, I don't even have to use rhetoric to tell you, the clean-cut brotha more than likely got that job.

Thats just the way it is...right?

But why?

Why is it that the way our hair grows natually is considered unprofessional?

The natural growth texture of a black man's/woman's hair is kinky. Its nappy. Its thick. So why is it that after all this time we are still subject to prejudices, based on what comes to us naturally? This is chliche' but the lyrics to India Arie's "I am not my hair" best apply here.

Why is this a problem?

More and more black people reject the natural growth of their hair. Many would rather get their hair permed in order to feel accepted and to feel beautiful.

PAUSE

This isn't a diss to the ladies who get perms. Understand, that I'm not a natural hair extremist, nor do I have a problem with anyone who chooses anything other than natural growth. Different strokes for different folks.

WHAT I DO HAVE A PROBLEM WITH

Is those who despise their God given texture, and those who look down on the ones of us who have chosen to be natural with a sense of "better-than". YOU have a serious case of self-hate.

The Moral: Remember presently and through your own history, what your natural hair means to you, and what it has cost those who came before you. Trends come and go, but what you have is forever...

If this is the End...

Rememberin the days wishin when, true loves kiss would influence and mix in him...

But it was fixed and ended up dismissin him, now dissed kicked to the bricks, thats when...

He picked himself up with a Christians sense, but as he walked away, with him his vengeance went...

...and at this point his innocence was spent, yeah eff the world, thats how his inner sense was sent...

...from then on every sentence sent came with, seemingly a lifetime of pain, mixed wit sh**

..........................................

To be continued...?

I Must Be Gay...

*THE ELEMENTS CONTAINED IN THIS ENTRY ARE INFLUENCED BY REAL-LIFE EXPERIENCES*

I must be gay...

"Game is foreign language to me...
Lies...no deceit is the language we speak.
Women deceived and left from harsh beginnings to grieve.
Unlimited seeds sown that breed seeds of conceit
-Males- continue to speak sweet speaks sweet nothings
that continuously...seek, to destroy, meanacingly,
the trust that we could never...acheive."

so with that being said...i must be gay. I look in your eyes, I speak to you. I am, ME. Binaca Joseph Mason. Unfortunately, because you...no WE have been taught...no BRAINWASHED into believing that the proof of a man's expression of manhood lies in his sexuality. If my words don't find their resting place underneath your clothes, in your most private places, I must be gay.

God FORBID you decide to front me on it.
"Nigga! You gay!" he or she might say.
"No, I'm not." I reply with a calm look on my face. BUT because I don't yell and scream and lose my composure to appease the suspicious and warped and skewed STANDARDS that you measure by...I must be gay.

So much more I could put here, but not today.

WHERE ARE OUR STANDARDS?! WHERE IS OUR RESPECT?! Why does Lust reign supreme to the point that it generates and breeds FAILURE, PAIN, & IGNORANCE?

So since when is speaking to a woman with respect, intelligence, and genuine interest PAST THE 1st CONVERSATION considered homo? Yall Fools trip me the hell out...I must be gay.

*TRUE SITUATION* A woman I met wants to give away her virginity to keep a man, because all of her past boyfriends left her because she was a virgin. In her eyes, sex = success in love. As much as I'd like to say it, its not out of pure ignorance of her own accord. This society has forced that option on her. But, because I told her that her body is precious and her virginity is a GOOD thing...homeboy to the left was convinced...that I must be gay.

AIDS/HIV and an endless list of STD/STI's...but that don't mean [nothin] to anyone. If I won't take the risk to hit...I must be gay.

Sex ain't bad...but what most have failed to realize is that not having it ain't bad either. Abstinence is a curse word to those consumed in their way. Celibacy- a code word that, according to the standards set by our penises and vaginas, for me, a negro American, means that...you guessed it...I must be gay.

Pregnancy...ha. I think I've said enough.

When it comes to women I'm loyal, considerate, respectful. I'm a friend, a confidant, a consultant, a shoulder, an ear, a voice, a heart. I'm patient, longsuffering, gentle, open, understanding, loving, caring. I provide, I give, I contribute, I build, I encourage, I nurture, I do all that I can, because that's who B.J. Mason is.

I know what love is...and I actually LOVE women. But because I show love in its true form to a woman...

...I must be gay.

**CLOSE**
Love...

"Honey Does This Make Me Look Fat?" - A Man's Answer

I actually tweeted about this earlier today. These are things that I myself have learned about communicating with your mate if the issue of weight gain comes up. I've learned that men, generally speaking, aren't insensitive about their lady's weight, but there is a right way and a wrong way, and more times than not, men go left when the subject arises. I can speak on it myself too. But this is of my OWN accord, I didn't get this from a website or a magazine, etc. I've added a little more detail to it here, since I'm no longer limited to 140 characters.

So, ANYWAY...I appreciate being able to help out whenever I can, and to share the things I've learned with whomever wants to listen/read. So fellas, if you need to- take notes, and ladies, hit me up and tell me if I'm on point wit this or not, and if I am, do me a favor and pass it on to the next guy wit green glob comin out his mouth =]

Fellas if your girl is gaining weight, and you think it's gonna be an issue/problem:

#1. DONT treat it like a weight ISSUE/PROBLEM lol but forreal if you sound like you have a problem with her weight, she will feel like u have a problem with HER. If she loves you she wants to be good for you and please you, and any sign of dissatisfaction is like #SHOTSFIRED.

#2. Don't be the one to bring it up. For the love of GOD, don't bring it up unless she does. Trust me. Patience is the key. Wait for the moment. If the moment never comes- (*see entry "#2b")

#2b. Only bring it up if it gets extreme - less than 100 & 300+ because then & ONLY THEN is it a serious health issue, that MUST be address. NO DEAD GIRLFRIENDS!

#3. Maintain her confidence. No matter how a girl looks, if her confidence is low- she's ugly. If she's feeling herself, don't shoot her down. If you shoot her down, you're going down too. Good confidence almost always equals happiness.

#3b. If you are her man, you are the #1 person (besides herself) that she's GOTTA be sexy to. So always tell her how beautiful she is. Be affectionate. Show her that you are attracted to her. Ladies love to feel this way as opposed to wondering "Am I still attractive to him?" A little weight gain doesn't mean that she's repulsive. She's still your lady, and you have that responsibility, YES RESPONSIBILITY, to care for and cater to her esteem. Always tell her how beautiful she is.

#4. If she has a problem with her weight/appearance, talk WITH her, not TO her. Communication is a two-way street, not a one-man show. Listen, PLEASE listen, and remember to think before you say ANYTHING. (See #1)

#4b. Discuss the problem, what it is, why she feels that way, and some (keyword) REASONABLE solutions to remedy the problem. EXAMPLE OF WHAT NOT TO SAY: "You just need to lose some weight." You are walking, no, you are running, naw, you are SPRINTING, down a path to destruction! Once again (See #1, #4)

#4c. Make eye-contact. That's very important. Wandering eyes or lack of focus give off "lack of interest" signals. If both of yall are discussing it, it has to be equally important. EQUALLY, you can't care less than her, and you damn sure can't care more than her. While you're talking make her laugh so it wont be so tense (unless you usually make bad jokes). MAKE EYE CONTACT (had to say it twice). Above all else, let her know you genuinely want the best for her.

#5. After the talk, reassure her. Hug. Kiss. Smile. Hug. Make her feel good that she opened up to you on a sensitive subject. Because believe it or not, yall just bonded, and if you handled it the right way, she loves you a little bit more.

#6. If she diets, WE diet. If she works out, WE work out. Don't look at it as labor/a burden, look at it as bonding, because that's what she sees. Dieting might not be all smiles, or the most masculine thing to do, but a reasonable diet is beneficial. Working out together can definitely be a fun activity for the both of you to share. Take control and mold it into what you need it to be. This builds trust and unity too.

#7. Love her unconditionally. If yall work out forever & she doesn't lose a single pound, that's cool. If you guys get any closer than the day yall started working out, the time yall spent together is worth it.

So the moral of the story is that there's a solution to any problem, serious or not. Fellas you can work around her gaining weight if that's really a problem to you, but above all, as her man, you must always cater to her confidence. So don't be a jackass about it.

Love...

Friends

For those of you who know me personally, you know that I usually say that the word "love" is used too loosely, and it is. But love in itself is a deep and quite often misunderstood subject. I'll save that for another post though. Today, I want to talk about friendship. Hopefully, you'll be able to extract something from this post and attach it to your own life.

The most casual definition of friend, according to Merriam-Webster's dictionary is "one attached to another by affection or esteem" or "a favored companion". I personally prefer the latter definition, but I still give my readers good information. In latin the word for friend is "amicus" in greek the word is "philos" (male) or "phili" (female) both mean "loved one". So now you have the classroom information.

I've been fortunate enough to have been blessed with great and awesome friends: Carlos Duran Birdsong, Adam Christopher Henson, Joshua Daniel Harvey, just to name three. Now, most people nowadays have undependable people in their lives, and you often hear the phrase, "I don't have friends, I keep associates." This is a result of what happens when the meaning of friendship is abused and people become untrustworthy of others. This isn't anything new. All throughout history, there have been betrayals. Even in the days of the bible, Solomon speaks Proverbs warning of betrayal among friends. Job, in his worst days, couldn't depend on his friends for comfort because his condition and his situation were totally baffling to them. Of course we all can recall Judas betraying Jesus Christ. So we know that betrayal isn't anything new.

But what's the positive side of friendship? Why is it that mistrust is so dominant in the world we live in? What is it that we should look for in a friend? Because contrary to what most would tell you, you cannot make it in this world on your own. You NEED other people to succeed. Friends are an important asset in life.

• The first thing you should make sure to do is associate yourself with people who will build you up. Negative people bring negative results. Misery loves company, but rarely invites success to the party. Remember this and you should go far. Its also good to have friends with the same belief system as you. If you are a Christian, get good Christian friends who believe what you believe and are available to you.

• Solomon writes in Proverbs 18:24 "A man that hathfriends must shew himself friendly: and there is a friendthat sticketh closer than a brother." So we know from reading this that we ourselves must be friendly. Don't be unavailable. Friendship is more than just a smiling face and good conversation. Do a little more to actually show that you are there to BE a friend.

• Okay, this is my favorite point: in Proverbs 27:17, Solomon writes, "Iron sharpeneth iron; so a man sharpeneth the countenance of his friend." BUILD EACH OTHER UP ALWAYS! I can count on all the digits on my body how many times a person has found a way to better themselves financially, mentally, etc. and will leave their friends in the dark on what they did. Iron sharpens iron. You and your friend(s) should ALWAYS be trying to better each other. Or perhaps you or your friend is slacking in a certain aspect of life, which you know you/they can go better in. Never ever waste a moment letting your friend "dull". Because dull iron benefits nobody.

• My final point which is the one that most people tend to overlook the most: Hold each other accountable for what's right. Okay, if you skipped all the other points, PLEASE read this one. This goes out to all the men AND women. How many times is it that you see a friend be consistently trifling in whatever they may be doing, such as being constantly late, sleeping around, bad with money, or anything else? Also, how many times have you heard, "Oh well thats just the way he/she is"? That's completely UNACCEPTABLE. That's also the quickest way to lose the character of the person whom you love dearly. The biggest reason as to why people get caught up in their ways is because they never change. They never change because they never saw/felt a reason to change. They never saw a reason to change because they never saw a problem. The biggest reason why they never see a problem is because, you guessed it, nobody ever told them what they were doing wasn't cool. Most times the best thing to do, is not the most comfortable thing to do. But its those talks, those interventions, those words of accountability that really define how good of a friend you really are. So the "Say man let me holla at you real quick"-s and the "girl come talk to me"-s are the defining moments in any friendship. It all goes back to iron sharpening iron. You don't want your friend's name out there bad and you don't want them to be bad people either. You should want only success and the best for your friends.

Of course the way these things are executed vary from friendship to friendship, but it is my most sincere belief that no matter the method, the same principles exist. The reason why friendships fail also vary from person to person without the use of one or more of these values.

I hope something I've posted here has been educational to some and a confirmation to others. Friendship is a wonderful thing. Don't waste it and don't despise it.

Love...

My Plan's For the Future

As some may know but many may not, I am a Christian Minister. I have been actively involved in ministry since I was 16 years old, and I accepted my calling at age 17, on May 17, 2007. I was licensed by Bishop Fred A. Caldwell Sr. on July 5, 2009 along with Ministers Joshua Daniel Harvey, Jibri Houston, Jamaal Smith, and Donnell Lars.

Of the 5 of us, 4 remain in Shreveport, Louisiana, including myself. My fellow brothers, or "The Young Warriors" as our Pastor refers to us, all realize the severity of out calling, as well as the responsibility that we have to the Body of Christ and the commitment that we have to the community and to the world. We do not take this lightly and are progressing in doing what the Lord our God has called us to do.

My fellow ministers are involved in outreach programs that they themselves have started. I, however, as of yet am not. I have not yet heard instruction from the Lord as to what SPECIFIC action to take, BUT that does not mean that my ministry is to remain stagnant. My will is to continue ministry with whatever means are accessible to me.

With that said, the purpose of this blog entry is to state that I am creating a separate blog exclusively for ministry. The "Never Ending Song - In the Key of B" will remain a PERSONAL and separate blog. Not to separate my life from my ministry, because they should be one in the same. Its not to take ministry out of my entries, its to keep irrelevant entries separate from the ministry blog, understand that.

Now this blog is going to be cut and dry. I do not minister based on denominational beliefs, personal beliefs, or popular belief. I minister based on the truth in the Word of God. Now, with that being said, its going to touch on many subjects including but not limited to: salvation, baptism, speaking in tongues, money, sexuality, the law, and many more. This blog is going to be harsh, its going to be controversial, its going to hit home, its going to make some people hate me, its going to set people free, but more than anything- its going to be truth written out so that it is plain and easily understood.

To My Future Wife...

Dear You,

I am writing this letter to you on this day- Friday, on the Fifth Day of February, in the Year 2010. I have decided in my own heart that starting today, I'm going to live as if I'm already with you. Even now I'm preparing my mind and body to be united with you, whenever that blessed day comes.

I am strengthening my relationship with God, so that I can be the man of God that you need in your life. That I may have the strength to protect and provide for BOTH of us. So that any situation that arises against us, will not be a problem because I have the wisdom of the Kingdom.

I am saving my body for you. I've made mistakes in my past, and I regret ALL of them, I believe that even though I haven't been faithful to myself in the past, this new commitment will give me the chance to atone for my mistakes, and it will allow me to focus on what I will BUILD with you. As we dedicate our entire beings to each other for life, this is your body, and yours is mine, and we will be ONE body. I am preparing to give myself to you.

I am establishing my dreams now, so that you can be the Queen that I know you are, and so we won't ever have to struggle.

I'm not gonna have any kids by the time we meet...there's no romantic explanation for that...its just not gonna happen.

Finally, I am learning, even now, to always be there for you, to be selfless, to love, to nurture, to RESPECT, to protect, to satisfy, to provide for, to be your shoulder, to be your forever-listening ear, your always watchful eye, eternally loving heart, unconditionally understanding mind, to be the man you can chill with, your most secure confidant, and ultimately, to be- your husband.

If I intentionally give you a physical copy of this letter to read or hear me read...you are the one, and I DO...love you, until death do us part.

- Love Forever, Your Future (or present) Husband

My Life In 100 Words or Less...

Born Binaca Joseph Mason, Mama: Queen, Daddy: Billie, Mother's third child- the only surviving child out of five. Queen's mother died before I really knew her. Grew up. SMART KID. Only kid reading everything i laid eyes on in Kindergarten- why? No idea. 1st girl i liked was caucasion (go figure). Kindergarten teacher fell and broke her back, I kept her calm and her body stable while everyone else panicked (how'd i know her back was even broken? think she told me...who knows?) Accepted Jesus, got baptized. Parents divorced (wow...talk about contrast =/) Joint custody = miserable life. Kept to myself. Inner issues leaked out thru my actions. Mama got a condo. Mama lost the condo. Moved in with "Auntie" Ro (and her kids) for a "few months" (#translation = 6 years), 6 years i spent misidentifying myself with everything wrong. I was a crip, a hoover, a 13 (?), Brown Boy, Border Lane Boy, and a reject. High School was wack and great. all the ladies hated me ^_^ i was in JROTC (the coldest in my class) every year after my sophomore was a screw-up (those are some of the dirtiest folks i ever did business with- ARMY MEN) quit JROTC, got in that marching band, fell in love, stuck wit it, got good at it. auditioned for Grambling's World Famed, made it (P2) (not bad for a year on trumpet), got to Gram (a year after i was supposed to), inherited my Tiger pride (nobody does it better), got kicked out a year later off grades, went home, fell in love, got kicked out off some ole...well anyway, now i'm picking up the pieces and now planning on taking over like i was DESTINED to...

TO BE CONTINUED...

*Note: If you counted the words and found it to be more than 100 of em there...my bad, i thought you were supposed to be READING not COUNTING