Marcher dans la boue

Walking through the mud

By ,Lakira mitchum

To love the Goddess;

Making a mess all over your T-shirt, spoiling the rest on dumb porn with nothing but, change in your pocket, you’er a mess huh son, you can’t even recognize yourself anymore.The wicked truth is your afraid to fail again so you’re walking through the mud.You’re making a killing at what you do, kissing girls and running rapid in the streets like a mad man.You’er hustling for something new, something small that needs diapers and only milk.So once again here you are standing in the rain waiting for mercy to save you.The anchor of this foundation you see was your mother, she saved you in some way, she taught you respect, and self awareness.You’re stronger than you think, your wiser than they say but, you need a standard.

The streets have nothing to say to you now.

Marcher dans la boue

You seek truth, It crawled  up and down your conscious for years to come.she was only 20 when you met her, and the sweat she left on your T-shirt is still’re a hopeful young man with excited  bright eyes but, what happened then, she left you speechless so to speak. So you loved her, and left it all behind to rot.

“Je vais embrasser la déesse qui m’a fait”

Say it loud… in the crisp cool air, come clean of your sins, you love a Goddess now, you love a mother now, the world hates that he’s honest with her. He is pure for her, as they grow old so does his fear. Alors il est courageux.

Quote of the day “Empathy”

“The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.”
Elisabeth Kübler-Ross

Musical Psychosis(G-Eazy)

“A joker is a little fool who is different from everyone else. He’s not a club, diamond, heart, or spade. He’s not an eight or a nine, a king or a jack. He is an outsider. He is placed in the same pack as the other cards, but he doesn’t belong there. Therefore, he can be removed without anybody missing him.”
Jostein Gaarder, The Solitaire Mystery

“Do I really look like a guy with a plan? You know what I am? I’m a dog chasing cars. I wouldn’t know what to do with one if I caught it! You know, I just… *do* things.”
The Joker – Heath Ledger


By,Lakira Mitchum

A lyrical misfit, but its fortunate to say, we love the sadistic symbolism that is what we call a literal clone of the joker I can never grow tired of the unique anarchist G-eazy. He’s a hound he says pouncing on his fan girls , his hoes,and groupies like a lion in the wild. I admire his sweet satisfying ability to not care so much about fitting in but, about delivering the message of madness.After all the articles I have  written  about Mr.Gillum I can say My opinion of him may have changed in the past, I went from deserting the entire concept of him dominating women, I actually understand why he speaks the way he does, we all have a sense of madness within us, that wild rush that tells us to let go and its either we have fun or we have chaos but ,this feeling that his music gives me is really a thrashing, “I want to just fuck the world in the face feeling” I myself, Would not feel often. I have the desire to keep this beautiful poise this non-sensual boring yet wise- talented yet concerned reputation. Realistically ,I can say I believe he has his own life its not that I expect G-Eazy to actually care about what I think of him anymore but ,I really want my readers to know that I’ve changed.I have a whole new reason to do good or bad and it’s because of men, religion, and politics, G-Eazy have taught me to believe in what I think is right and to not allow society of politics decide what is right from wrong. I know right from wrong, so from my observation being opinionated what what makes a humanity churn its butter. Its not preaching, I don’t want to hear him preaching, I want to hear his voice, his heart , his pain on a piece of paper, in a lyric sheet, in a notebook and sung out loud.He’s not weak in my eyes, he’s passionate , and strong, strange and a bit mad, but with all that madness made a beautiful person after all those solid accusations and  discussion,I can say my love for him,has transformed. Its not really like lust, its really   now at this moment in time I have the desire to express myself in the most similar way. Thank-you for being the misfit that you are Gerald,I have a real reason to be a fan now and  its my desire for justice.

“My argument against God was that the universe seemed so cruel and unjust. But how had I got this idea of just and unjust? A man does not call a line crooked unless he has some idea of a straight line. What was I comparing this universe with when I called it unjust?”
C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity

I have learned “these things happen” all things happen for a reason the child neglect his mother gave him, the drugs and alcohol nothing he has gone through or felt has been in vain, G-Eazy is just a constant reminder that God is not fair, and parental guidance  is not always nice but, he stills loves her the same.His compassion is what I enjoy seeing ,I hate to see his sad eyes wander sometimes when he speaks and really I just want to see him happy, but his sadness and madimages-15nes made something big and that is beautiful chaos.

“Its gets the people going” while Cackling his way into the hall of fame!

The ten commandments did not make me good, My desire to love others and the earth did.


The Ornamental Ordeal; part 1.

“In other words, Botticelli’s ideal women look like women and not boys. They’re soft and curvaceous. Healthy and rounded. Women of the size figured in this painting were considered beautiful for centuries, if not millennia. They were the aesthetic ideal during my lifetime and long after.”

He brought his mouth to her neck before whispering, “My ideal hasn’t changed.”
Sylvain Reynard, The Raven

By,Lakira Mitchum

Hello Yule tide, ;Goodbye Samhain

My tween obsession with renaissance art:In high school I was a art student, and the older I became the more I became obsessed with the idea of observing art from different a time period and culture,I used be fixated with the idea as to why they seemed so scary yet pleasing to view, and  I enjoy how art can be so intellectually challenging art can be its great that I can view an entire human perspective from a work of art of any kind.But it makes me wonder  how did my  ancestors become influence to old white culture? I have so many questions to ask, so many thoughts like, why did the white man become so obsessed with controlling others when they their own wars to fight or, why did they force such a unique way of living onto the Africans,and  of the time, as well as indigenous tribes,were their African that actually enjoyed white culture?I really like old European art, I like the really disturbing yet realistic and mysterious paintings and Drawings,the distorted figures and fine painted lines and details. Really when I think about art I think about religion, and when I think about religion I think about philosophy.I think their is something broken about the brush strokes of the painters;I always felt as if renaissance artist hated society when I looked at their art.Like for example the Venus, painting by, (Sandro Bottceli)th (1).jpg The fair Goddess does not look happy, she looks  neutral, as if being a Goddess really isn’t all that nice.It is indeed a wonderful work of art but if really makes me feel as if maybe being the “Goddess of love” may not be all that great to Sandro. Woman hood seems to be depicted by artist at that time period in my eyes as sad, negatives and cruel, I think maybe these Italian artist really had sympathy for the women of their time period. Sincerely I can say that Sandro, is my favorite Italian artist at the moment simply because, he shows some form of truth depicted in each painting  that maybe his peers at that time would have looked down upon as maybe caring too much about sexist issues, controversy, about domestic violence, child molestation  and,corruption in religion and politics.I really appreciate how it does not take much to show the audience what is really going in the artist’s head.I like how this particular artist shows, that religion may actually creep him out and, its as though he was forced to make art that may have bothered him for the Vatican.This crucifix painting.To me is ghostly, and strange it seems as though Christ’s death is not out of pain and suffering but, as an disturbing relic, like propaganda to encourage its viewers to either pity Jesus or praise him for die-ing on a cross in front of elders.This painting is actually disturbing to me and maybe to actually religious people of this time period. Renaissance art is fascinating it is often looked over be the modern man, I believe some of this philosophy  from that time period is still practiced today, what I mean by that is corruption, and disturbia. th-10th-13

Observing The Constitution:We the people

Article 1-4

Article [I] (Amendment 1 – Freedom of expression and religion) 13

Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for aredress of grievances.

Article [II] (Amendment 2 – Bearing Arms)

A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed.

Article [III] (Amendment 3 – Quartering Soldiers)

No Soldier shall, in time of peace be quartered in any house, without the consent of the Owner, nor in time of war, but in a manner to be prescribed by law.

Article [IV] (Amendment 4 – Search and Seizure)

The right of the people to be secure in their persons, houses, papers, and effects, against unreasonable searches and seizures, shall not be violated, and no Warrants shall issue, but upon probable cause, supported by Oath or affirmation, and particularly describing the place to be searched, and the persons or things to be seized.

congress of the united states

“We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and—in spite of True Romance magazines—we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely—at least, not all the time—but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don’t see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness.”
Hunter S. Thompson, The Proud Highway: Saga of a Desperate Southern Gentleman, 1955-1967

“The greatest thing in the world is to know how to belong to oneself.”
Michel de Montaigne, The Complete Essays

“I am an American; free born and free bred, where I acknowledge no man as my superior, except for his own worth, or as my inferior, except for his own demerit.”
Theodore Roosevelt


When She looks at the universe

Hello, Yule tide

Hello Decemeber…

By, Lakira Mitchum

The Sagittarius’s scars

Peindre l’univers

Painting with star dust ,kissing, and making love on what we the live in ;She lays on the axis of the solar system system as the Gods spin her around and, around. When I look at the universe I see the kings and queens dancing above my head,the gold trims of coats and arms on my night stand glow in my eyes every night.We sing, we dance ,We laugh on top of the dark canvas of the universe. painting the universe; with a sensual feeling, and the arguments of the Gods are just the struggles of mankind.I see colors and unity of the twinkling of the stars and nebula’s . Mother earth just sits in awe in  of this diversification they have to bring. We sit in the center of the solar system while mother earth keeps us safe, and father sun, watches us laugh and play, cry and bleed.We sit and watch the Gods paint the universe, hues of red blue, orange and yellow so rainbows are formed; as I watch the universe.

The dreams of Athena

Hello Yule, And hello December

Dreams of Yule tide

By ,Lakira Mitchum

The feeling of his warm hands on my shoulders,his eyes have the most pulchritudinous glisten to me, and being alone is my worst theory of my world’s end. Love is what this chimera , this fantasy, I have in my mind. Love does not always seem wise not all entity’s deserve  what we once called love. Love can sometimes take a foolish heart to achieve.Only a God so great can bear a burden so high and that is to love me, while I love myself, before I knew my own birthday was so.

The ongoing fear;Hello Yule

By,Lakira Mitchum

Seasons Greetings

Yule is here..

The thrashing of a  guilty painful crying feeling goes upon my face as I think of the possible dreams I can  commit myself to, I thought listening to divine beings would help desecrate the  feelings of what may be the of  cause  of my insecurities to melt away. I am afraid of what’s to come. I think my head is spinning and some horrid fate and it seems to be distracting my thoughts from mental freedom I wish I could say I’m here in blissful success. My life is a zodiac, a geometric plan that seems to go on forever, and if I find the meaning in it I might be okay. My birthday will disembark  and my parents will have terrible memories of my existence and comes the day I was born December 18th. Is a day wish I could forget like they do.I wish E=mC2 made sense for me, I wish this life would churn beauty for me, Yule reminds me that even in Florida winter, can still give me the worst fever.The Universe is still evolving and I am still alive but why?

Hello Yule…  waiting for Super man..