Demolition Darling 

Smash up the place with Money, Pills, Booze, Sex & lies!

 Now That I Have Your Attention:

 I would most graciously, yet shamelessly like to  make you aware of the resurgence of my blog site macrocosmicscripts.blogspot.com for your browsing delight. May your intrigue for unpredictable slightly off balanced, pan cultural, commentary on human reflections- poetic infusion flourish. Set  along-side a back drop of original photography, drawings, and artwork by the author herself                     

(Say what? aha!) 

So as I stumble across this intricate social media terrain.. 

Be it kind or tough, the connection and expression are enough .. However,

 I am stocking my silo with harvested grain. Believe That!

The inevitable contradiction of any  woman or man  is as distinct as her or his molecular structure. Each one with precise cellular composition has an array of thoughts, and actions.  This infinite potential for variation  is mirrored in culture and society .No single political party, social organization, economic classification, religious sect or ethnicity is monolithic.  

If a single pebble tossed into a pond creates 

a series of ripples that spreads across the ocean, 

then a tear drop in the dessert must create an oasis. 

  

40 looks and sounds like determination. It tastes like patience and smells like forgiveness. An artist, placing creativity as the spirit's central  characteristic uses imagination to stretch, alter, innovate and comment on humanity's relationship with the planet and its inhabitants.  The irony is just when you get to the place where you  think you've got the answers, all of the questions change..

RED, BLACK, GREEN and PINK

RED: is the color Science envisions to be at the sun's core. It is also the same color that we all bleed. I read more than half of the required assignments but, I relished in the research and revisions. First was the Rejection, next the Redirection then I wrote the Macrocosmic Scripts. BLACK: is misrepresented by its colonial definition. Vocabulary that has instigated cultural misconceptions. While I challenged this non native language, I choose to cast off the battered baggage. I thought we taught children not to be afraid of the dark? For in night skies and lullabies do sweet dreams embark. GREEN: is the hustle for survival and even more innovation. Greed remains the prime element of socioeconomic stagnation. Grinding the marrow of our souls, Galloping Gluttons on patrol, Mutating our cells with digital sub control, Chewing on the gristle of the overexposed, Gawking at humiliation just for kicks, Guilty for being amused by these tricks, Ridiculous, Despicable, Extravagant -Excess, Sparkle beats sanity and the new luxury is justice. GREEN: is the color of the surgeon's scrubs as he uses his scalpel to remove half of what I once thought made me a woman. God. Oh Genius Creator your snap sparked exisistance- the infinite picture, Glow, Gleam, Glisten, Grow brighter within my molecular structure. Hope is the force that makes the skeptics twitch Faith is the movement that makes the cynics itch PINK: is an archetype. PINK: is a color coded assigned gender determination for girl infants. Pink is a hue with so many variations that every female on the planet at some point in their lives will have come in contact with it. Pink Frilly Dolls snacking on cotton candy, Fluffy frocks in pastel trends so dandy, Tough chicks wear pink as they cheer for Grease Lightning! Bubble Gum shaded badges for the survivors still fighting...

Overcast Skies, Somber Heavy Sighs as I offer this Goodbye.. To Mandela

Overcast Skies, Somber Heavy Sighs as I offer this Goodbye.. to Mandela The Morning of December 6th 2013 gravel colored skies showered tears to the ground as I stood solemnly. The headlines read Nelson Mandela is dead at the age of 95. Every Broadcast that I turned to memorialized his existence. Distracted through most of the morning’s workday, during my lunch break, I decided to get a phone card and called my Father who is now a retired diplomat residing in Sierra Leone, West Africa. I was concerned and wondered how the death of such a prominent political figure must be impacting him. Our conversation revealed how much my Father shared Mandela’s vision. How instrumental he was in calling him to political service. My Dad’s career in the foreign ministry with the government of Sierra Leone shared a common thread with Mandela’s campaign for justice and empowerment. I learned how my Father’s UN resolution drafts were considered radical because they supported divestment initiatives in South Africa. Nelson Mandela, a conduit  of inspiration for the ages. It would take a collaborative ground swell from international leaders and challenge us all to stand together around the globe to shift the tide of apartheid. All ignited by one man’s tireless crusade against disgraceful oppression. Attaching labels like: Saint, Martyr and Icon to Mandela’s life seem to stir up bias and often overlook the overarching truth that lives in such a dynamic spirit. Harnessing the power to change the world is like catching lightning in a bottle. It seems impossible until you have witnessed it. December 5th 2013 the day countless millions around the world heaved, sobbed, reflected or spoke about such an indomitable spirit. There were news reports that he had been in critical condition for weeks still, I wanted to collapse in front of that newsstand with devastation. All within that same moment it became apparent to me that mourning the end of his life would not bury his legacy. How will we honor Mandela’s unconditional devotion to humanity? How will we archive his progressive rebellion that redefined the South African political system and subsequently rocked the planet! I urge you to put up your fists up for freedom, for valor and for eternal peace for Mandela.

A Time Capsule a Drift, in the Pacific

We all know the hardest thing about going on a vacation is returning to a desk full of work. It’s back to school business, office assignments and programs a plenty! If I may quote Soul II Soul, “ back to the here and now!” still if you were to ask me about my summer, I’d answer incredibly inspiring and impactful. It was entirely awesome to witness a part of this Nation that I have only ever read about. I got to behold a landscape so pristine that was set against a backdrop of farm land much like my formative years in Hershey, PA (Salute to all the Milts from coast to coast) never the less the west coast had eluded me until this past July. California’s true wonder rests in its geographical composition. The state of California extends from breath taking cliffs that rise above crystalline nearly turquoise pools. The Pacific pushes and sweeps powerful waves against massive boulders. The coast of Northern California is prime subject material for a painter’s definitive piece. Envelop your senses in a shore line that boasts an endlessly vibrant pallet. Steady your sight on vegetation lush enough to command your attention. Get lost in glorious sunsets then be baptized by the invigorating mist that travels across the bay. There is a thriving Agrarian Society that has sustained much of the protected undeveloped land. Produce that travels a brief distance from the ground to your plate bursts with fresh flavor. Horticulture of so many varieties including what some states have deemed as a controlled substance becomes a marketable resource. Furthermore the population progresses as they conserve, develop, run farms, businesses and raise their families. This cooperative with residents and municipalities affords Sonoma and neighboring counties with the ability to maintain its organic Beauty. Stepping into a region that is both suspended in time and light years ahead of metropolitan trends will force you to plant your feet firmly in the present moment. My county of residence for nearly 2 decades has been an urban collage of sirens, pollution, traffic, and overcrowded housing conditions. The faces revealing the harsh realities of low income, meager access to assets, services and the looming fear of the unknown are all too familiar. I recognize these wrinkles of anxiety. I am familiar with these blemishes from tension baked in a pressure cooker because this has upon occasion been my own reflection. I have inhaled the stench of struggle; plugged into the poverty matrix yet I have refused to limit my perspective to these circumstances. I reject conventional expectations and will not limit my vision simply because I do not have the means. I am brazen enough to earn the whispers of others and wayward enough to steal a glimpse behind the curtain. The gift of imagination and a shield of faith help cultivate this bravery. Valor is not an exclusive badge worn by first respondents and military service men and women. Courage and understanding are the pre-requisites for challenging socially accepted ideals. Ultimately, the lingering dimple left on my spirit during this vacation is that there will be no more cowering in the shadows of other people’s insecurities. Self-assurance has more nobility than any pretentious title. Blazing the path for an extraordinary life journey requires a flammable substance and a few match sticks for ignition. What I want to leave embedded in the hearts and minds of those who have read the lines I’ve scripted for the greater part of my life is that we all have the capacity to embrace this human experience entirely without fear or isolation. It only takes a willingness to accept the pain with the passion, the trials along with the triumphs; the desire with the destruction. Why did I toss a time capsule into the Pacific? So that it could drift away into the infinite stream of love, light and peace for generations to come.

Honoring Service

The mantra of law enforcement is to protect and serve. Patrolling our streets, responding to emergencies and keeping us safe from the dangers of society is the oath taken by these service professionals. . A uniform, a badge, a fire arm and a title are symbols of control that are given to posers. The delusion that justice and equality can be generated from a tradition of oppression is ridiculous. What about the institutional dangers of poverty, unemployment, disability and illness? Who will protect us from those hazards? If you answered welfare agencies then I regret to inform you that such an impression is deceptive. County Social Service agencies have become a stadium for miserable, self-indulgent, skeptics that seek to antagonize and frustrate its patrons rather than honoring their oath to serve them. Here is a first person account of how a system intended to be a haven for those in crisis evolved into a sterile machine fixated on budgetary concerns. Once upon a time in the year of 2011 I accepted a full time position as a Service Advocate with a non- profit organization. A promise was made to devote my abilities and experience to empowering others through learning. I made this pledge while staring at my surgical scar tissue the year before. Drainage tubes dangling beneath me were like balloons filling up with truth serum. This decision was a vital part of my recovery. I flourished in my role as Service Manager for this then respected agency for change. Connecting to the students and families that received tutoring, turkeys, truth and time reinforced that my survival had a purpose. Life has a way of bringing forth obstacles that can challenge faith, reason and security. Most often we find that money is the common current that surges through these challenges. I will not slander an organization whose once in-tact mission sustained its operations. My observations and reaction to its dismantling will not be printed. The choice I made to remain loyal to my professional commitment despite not being financially compensated could be viewed as reckless even self -destructive. I on the other hand found no value in abandoning a team, mission, schools, and the families I was contracted to support. The difference between ordinary and remarkable is tenacity. The transition I made from being a service provider to an agency client was overwhelming. Appealing denial letters, rejection notices; institution resistance, and service interruptions all while maintaining sanity demands dedication. The American Economy is brittle. Frail is the job market and non-profit organizations are the most delicate of all. Integrity is a costly virtue in a scrupulous world. Let the saints and the sinners read the bottom line self-preservation is paramount, and the provisions for your family are non-negotiable. Each of us have that in common, as such we are a global community. Amnesia is the collective daze where descendants of brilliance wander the earth believing the myth of inferiority. When society accepts the suffocation of poverty, bigotry and the criminalization of an entire group’s identity humanity has been poisoned. What remains at the core of information is to instill knowledge. This quest for truth is meant to empower the learner. Asking for a small portion of consideration is like feeding a starving man an orange peel. What minimal nutrition value that is consumed will not satisfy his gaping hunger. A single drop of rain in the midst of famine may seem like salvation but, unless it becomes a rain shower the drought will continue. The hidden gems of African Civilization are the unearthed archives of innovation, intellect and ingenuity. These scrolls must be given the same legitimacy as plagiarized European text known as the classics. Enhancing our Nation’s collective wisdom with buried truths that deny access to African identity does not render all Western Education as invalid. It could only expand the perspective in order to include all the wonderful, cultural, spiritual, and academic variations that are human. That is honoring your purpose. That is serving a planet that continues to withstand the havoc waged on its surface and beyond.

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The Adventures of Alpha Belle Cliff

Coming Soon... The Journal of Alpha Belle Cliff

In a world spinning faster towards STERILE electronic control and MIND NUMBING representations of reality.. The world has been sent been sent a champion for creative expression and evolution. A guardian of the written word and an agent for progress.. She leads the charge bringing imagination back to life. She will strike out against the unreliable trends and stunts that serve to control The World's Population. - Her name is:

ALPHA BELLE CLIFF- Posers and derelicts beware..

Her tablet is heavy and her pen is loaded!

Writing: Sustains, Heals & Ignites,

Marionette Conteh- Writer, Publishing Brand Creator & Service Advocate The words we choose to speak, write, listen to and comprehend embody the art of communication. Language connects communities and conveys culture. It may come in the form of a novel, music, film, education, research, bedtime story or conversation. Each of these methods derives from the depth of language. My name is Marionette Conteh writer, creative director and proprietor of a boutique self-publishing agency called MACROCOSMIC SCRIPTS©. I created this brand in 2004 as a response to the stream of rejection letters from various publications and media outlets. I remained committed to my passion; determined to project my literary voice. The Macrocosmic Scripts banner intends to provide emerging writers with the ability to retain the rights of their independent literary releases through a publishing co-operative. Advocacy for education will continue to remain a priority in my life’s work. The Lightning Language Arts Literacy enrichment workshop is created to bridge the achievement gap for students struggling with reading and writing fundamentals as well as offering young writers a forum to reinforce their creativity. I believe in the power of artistry, devotion to service, the sustainability of knowledge and the healing property of writing.

Thankful for the Reset Button

Hi There Folks
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It has been quite some time since you've heard from your friendly universal writer. Although I've heard that time is an illusion the date of my last entry suggests otherwise. I must admit that I haven't been rather inspired. I've been more obsessed with all the rituals of making a living, while giving my pint sized monk a bit less than my best. I must mention the "anchor" that I've left to rust at the very bottom of the ocean. I'm pulling it back up. Now that the calender has been flipped over into new year,my only resolution is to snuggle up in the arms of gratitude. Appreciating each smile, giggle, tear drop or so called head ache. I strive to remain thankful, not just in the face of catastrophe but while the sun is beaming on me. Tragedy is designed to stir compassion, prayer and reflection. It calls many to action. What I want to know is where does it all go when we hit the lottery? Do we connect to the world community when success is hand delivered to our doorstep? Does our freedom to voice our opinions entitle us to judge & condemn? It was blurry at first then I wanted only to keep on my shades, but now I see the beauty in struggle.There is an entire mural to admire not just a splash of paint. Now when folks ask me how I've been I say, "Grateful". I'll hit the reset button and maybe have you revisit the pages of this writer's work.

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