QUOTES FROM THE WORKS OF NEO BLAQNESS

There is a saying that honesty is the best policy. And that is a great lesson to teach every child. But as you grow older, there is also wisdom in understanding that sometimes the greater sin is in telling a truth that should not have been spoken.

Love is a state of mind. It is a choice of living. In my life I have witnessed human beings’ boundless capacity to love and countless accounts of cruelty in the name of something other than love. But if the greatest of the gifts to our existence is truly love, let me then die in defense of it, and not in the offense of hate.

The war of true progress demands of us the merciless brutality of truth, from which causalities will emerge from both the living and the once celebrated posthumous dead.

The greatest gift my father gave me was permission to be disloyal to his fears.

If there is one responsibility we have before our death, it would be to, as best we can, deny evil the benefit of any inheritance from our having lived.

Faith and spirituality can never be limited by such narrow thinking as a label. It only creates cults of delusion who will kill and defame in the name of their supposed god.

Sometimes what is lost through hesitation can be more costly than taking a chance.

One day you have to grow up and stop blaming the matches for all your burns.

In the spring of my youth I joyously danced around the fleeting flames of love. But as summer gives way to autumn and I can envision the oncoming winter of my life, I have learned to better appreciate the glow of love’s lingering embers.

Woman wrote me today asking “Neo why can’t I seem to keep a man? I mean I feel like I am a good woman and I don’t ask for much.” To which I replied, “Baby you already answered your own question. You don’t ask for much.

In life, I am never worried about drowning. For as any swimmer will tell you, the real danger is falling head first into shallow water.

Heaven can wait until my life calls me there. For now, I am happy among the dirt, where the seeds of my living can blossom beneath the light of God.

There were times in my youth when I experienced total clarity and peace in the midst of a storm and I truly believe in my heart that in that moment somewhere, somebody was praying for me.

I used to clown women who said they would pass on a man who couldn’t go deep enough but then I realized I was being a hypocrite because that is the very reason I pass on most women.

Chivalry is Dead. I shot it for your own good.

The right love is harder to find when you are in love with the wrong things about yourself.

Only a fool seeks an apology for a lie they were begging to be told.

How easily the clueless minds of Caesar’s house hand Brutus the dagger of their own demise.

I would rather be a solid rock than a temple unto myself.

If the measure of wealth was based upon the amount of love freely given to others, then many of my poorest friends would be the richest on earth. Indeed, I truly believe that they are.

Sometimes the wisest and most compassionate thing we can do in the absence of direct intervention, is to just shut up and pray.

Joy is an outward celebration of peace. And since perfect peace comes to those whose mind is stayed on the things of God, then for someone to steal your joy, they must first distract you from the things of God.

I would weep for you, but the hell of your presence dehydrated my eyes.

In this life have I learned that consequence prevails best upon a wildfire that is starved of fuel and air. Thus I breathe not toward the direction of it, that the forest of my years and the habitat of peace which grace has blessed me to enjoy remain protected.

Avoid altogether jumping into waters where you cannot see bottom nor the creatures that lie therein. Not even in a vessel know you the undercurrent or to what end the water falls. Rather hold your path to the shoreline until life or faith provides safer passage than foolishness. For the land can hold your feet in greater measure than the water you can drink.

I don’t mind if I am not your favorite person to be around. Some days I wake up and need a break from me too.

Freedom is an exercise that requires no deodorant.

To give place to a hater is to yield to the will of their master. Nourish not the enemy who would bring darkness to your house. But rather lead their vileness to the direction of light with breadcrumbs of love.

Jealousy has a way of tricking your appetite into rejecting what is good for you and later laughing at your weakness from lack of nourishment.

I have learned from experience that love can only be wasted by pouring your heart into shallow people.

Once you put a price on your body, you are admitting to the world that your soul is worthless.

It is easier to pick up the pieces of a broken heart than to mend one that has been torn. You can glue broken pieces back together, fill in the cracks, and paint over the signs of repair. But you can never hide the seam where you had to sew together two pieces that used to be woven.

Some people are only in love with the pursuit of love. They are like hunters who needlessly kill an animal they have no intention of eating, cutting off only the trophy portion while leaving the rest to rot or be ravaged by nature. It is a sin that knows neither gender nor conscience, only the utter selfishness of unquenchable desire.

Finding the right words is something I never really struggle with. More often it is considering the best temperature in which to serve them.

When I am silent, it is usually for your benefit, not mine.

I am not so much interested in what you bring to the table, as much as I am how many times your fork reaches over to pick offa my plate.

The person who invests in the hollow promises of another, only receives empty baskets in which to pour their sorrow.

There is no greater height to the hubris of humanity than that one would presume to speak for God. At best we can only echo the wisdom of our own living without condemnation of the ears to whom it remains unheard. For when the arrogance of voice exceeds the wisdom of message, clarity of sound is replaced by the clamor of conceit.

There are things in life that, once witnessed by someone who truly loves you, require no further explanation. Happiness, is one of them.

One day if we keep saying someday we may come to regret the yesterdays that were lost.

Some people want to build an empire- a monument to their name. I want to build upon the wisdom of others, as a legacy to my people.

True heroes are those who endanger themselves for the safety of another whether known or unknown. Would that badges and guns be given only to men whose heart and eyes are color blind.

Everyone knows that autumn is my favorite time of the year. But I have to admit that I will miss the beautiful unwrapped dark chocolate of summer.

I wanted to be able to say that you are beautiful and sexy and intelligent but your vanity already beat me to it. And since you two appear to be so right for each other, I would feel wrong trying to break you up.

The only thing you can offer me that I cannot give to myself, is the honor of your presence, and the joy of loving you.

You cannot rise above by simply redefining what it means to be low. There are some holes we will never dig our way out of unless we go back to calling a spade a spade.

A bitch is a female animal who stands on four legs, lifts her ass when she is in heat, and mates with the strongest male available at that moment in order to reproduce.

People who believe they have a right to throw rocks can save themselves some bending over by starting with the ones in their head.

No matter how deep a hole you are in, imma try to shine some light. Whether or not I can be of any help depends on whether I see your hand reaching up, or whether you too busy digging.

A truly grown man is not looking at a body he knows will only fade with time, he looks into eyes and asks himself if those are the ones he would like to see til the day he dies.

Finding someone on your level is really a matter of two things: whether one of you has to stoop or stand.

The promises you break to the heart of the one you vowed to love, become the bricks that build the wall between you and God, and the oven that eventually burns you in the hell of your own creation.

A man will usually hold to his word only as often as a woman holds to her virtue. Seduction is the lure for liars and the vocation of vice, while modesty unveils the motive of a man and prevails upon his passions a lust to know her in spirit and in truth.

Had I not loved you, I would have never known such pain. Nor the joy of utter freedom that your absence has taught me to embrace. We are often the prison, the warden, and the parole board of our own choices. As for yours, I no longer choose to be a member of that jury.

A truth that you choose not to face, does not fail to exist simply because you turn your eyes from it. It will burn like an unattended wild fire until it ultimately consumes the forest of your life, forcing new growth from beneath the ash heap of your folly.

When someone stares you in the face and says I love you, sometimes they aren’t speaking to you, but to the reflection of them self in the pupils of your eyes.

In my youth I often struggled between knowing the truth of my needs and the selfishness of my desires; until I realized that the evidence that I have never truly suffered need rests in the fact that I am still very much alive.

Like the sounds of the sea from an empty shell, so too can you hear the echo of tears when placing your head upon the breast of a hollow heart.

If you work really hard, one of the best and most influential persons in life you will ever have the pleasure of meeting will be the undiscovered you.

A man whose heart is held by the beauty of your spirit, can never be lost to the illusion of age. For the flower of youth lasts only for a season, but the seed of its beauty endures forever.

The greatest truths about ourselves are often found in our reasons for not wanting to know.

Being first means nothing if you move so fast that you have no idea how to get back. That is why those who aspire to greatness are the least qualified to lead. But those who walk humbly in the counsel of wisdom, leave a path worthy to be followed.

When your ears grow weary from the echoes of life, consider tearing down the walls which send back the sound.

It is the destiny of the defeated to either dedicate themselves to the divine or devote themselves to the will of their temporary master. Providence will always speak more eloquently of the faithful, than of those whom would call themselves the victor. For a man who would seek to prove himself the superior at the conquering of another, has truly revealed his worth as nothing at all.

Be mindful of the company you keep and the things you are likely to repeat when deciding to live in the past.”

I would rather fail in the trying than to simply live in the denying myself a chance at something good out of fear. At least, that is what I tell myself, just before I get back on my feet, after those eternity of seconds that come in the life of every fighter, in which he sometimes contemplates, just staying down.

In my life I have found the face of dignity not so much possessing lips of eloquence, but, more often, weary eyes and calloused hands.

I never sorrow over things for which I can do nothing but pray. For it is in those moments that I am most comforted that the result will be exactly as it should, tho it may take time for my heart and mind to understand.

Being true to yourself is a lot like giving in to the music of life and just dancing as if no one else is watching to a rhythm that only you can hear. At first, others may think you have gone mad, but after watching your feet, the beat of the unheard drum becomes clear by the sound of your toes lifting your soles to the sky and your hands waving from the air as your spirit takes flight. Each leap lasting merely seconds leaving deep footprints of joy in the sands of time, whilst others contemplate whether to laugh, or likewise dance.

I used to play with matches until I came to understand that just because you blow off an old flame and toss it in the garbage don’t mean it’s gone completely out or can’t be reignited by something else you forgot you threw in there that can burn down your house.

The noise which is often our life is only our instruments warming up before the tap tap tap of God, calls us to face the music.

For how much more extraordinary a testimony is there that the ordinary stand as one, than for one to stand up for many.

That anything in life should ever bring you to your knees is no sign of weakness but of opportunity. Our knees provide the momentum for our greatest feats. Our knees are the point of power from which we spring forward with the strength to push beyond, to rise above, and to uplift. They were never designed to remain on the ground, but only to serve as the herald of action.

An evil voice may bellow it’s baritone from the depths of hate and shake the earth, but when the chorus of the righteous fills the air, it echoes and reverberates from Heaven comforting the soul. As our ancestors sang from the cotton fields of their captivity, so too must we find our voice in the growing chorus against the killing fields and injustices of our time.

I never measure my life by how many people love me or hate me, but whether or not I can live with their reasons for either one.

She said she would make a meal out of me if I would eat her alive but I told her I didn’t have much of an appetite for just desserts.

If you want to stop having problems finding someone on your level, you can start by not bending over ass up scraping the bottom of the barrel.

When you tell someone you want some company, you are talking with your body. When you say would like companionship, you are talking from your heart.

I pulled him aside and asked, why do you let them treat you that way? He replied that they led him to Christ and he felt like he owed a debt from his days wasted as an alcoholic. And so I replied, Jesus paid it all my friend- when they led you to Him they neglected to tell you your debt was canceled.

She said me, you know what they out there saying about me so why are you so good to me when all they gonna say is I slept with you for favors? And I replied, because God has been good to me in spite of myself. He is not ashamed to call me His own so why should I deny your friendship when I don’t even deserve His?

I asked her when her husband was coming home. She said HE hadn’t decided yet. I asked her how she felt about that? She said SHE hadn’t decided yet. She asked me if I thought they were on their way to divorce. I said I hadn’t decided if they were actually married yet.

Only a love built or sustained on lies, fears its own demise.

Some compromises you make to try to hold on to someone hell bent on walking away, can damage the chances of meeting that someone, who always intended to stay.

If you got to take out a loan to keep from being alone, you better check the interest rate of your love and reappraise the perceived value of your relationship.

I have learned that not everyone who claims to be hungry is starving. You can’t pick your meals when asking for a handout.

The world would be a much better place if those who won’t act their age, at least, acted the size of their waist.

If you wake up in the morning and cannot find a reason to smile when you look in the mirror, your reflection is trying to tell you something that your heart has probably known for far too long already.

What if…someone once held you as a baby, in the same way you now act when you hold another person’s heart? Who knows?.. perhaps they did.

Life calls us all to greatness. Some before many. Many to only one. The thought of living up to either calling, humbles me equally.

Choosing to live in the past is like praying to make it through a storm that everybody else already knows is over.

Bringing a smile to the humble minded is like a glass of cold water to the hard working. But to the vain it is like a servant giving lemonade to the master floating on a pool of self importance.

Sometimes I wonder which is easier- for a woman to find a man who won’t lie to her? Or for a man to find a woman who can stop lying to herself.

Sometimes bad circumstances may give you the illusion that you are only a fraction of your self; especially when life seems a little top heavy. Remember there is often a wholeness to be found by simply dividing the numerator by the denominator making the remaining problems much more manageable.

No, I never told you to go to Hell, all I said is that Satan called and said you forgot your toothbrush.

Before you accuse someone of loving you less, you should first check for holes in the bottom of your heart.

Sometimes you just want to love so bad that you actually fall on purpose just to test your faith that someone will catch you. Funny thing is, smacking the ground face first isn’t enough to stop you from doing it again. I can only conclude then that love is the purpose of living and that by avoiding the fall, we are already dead.

Celebrating your success is a lot like mountain climbing. Because the air is so thin, you can’t dance on top of a mountain until your body is used to being there. It is of little wonder why people who are quick to dance, so easily fall off the cliff.

I have never tried to live up to anyone’s expectations of me. That would be a step down from the ones I already have for myself.

A person who feels the need to be minding your businesses, usually sees more profit potential in your life than theirs. But be careful not to conclude that it is always because they want something from you. Sometimes they just want something better FOR you.

Even when you think you have nothing to give, you always have a prayer.

When I hear of a woman discussing her needs, there is but one four letter word that impresses me.

Someone once asked me, all things being equal, who’s at fault when love falls apart? It is usually the lies men say to the face and the ones women say to the heart.

I guess I could say that I miss you, but that would be a lie. I just long to hear a voice added to your ever presence.

I would rather gaze upon your heart than peep beneath your panties.

The value of something desired will never exceed the worth of a true need.

If the truth means I never make another dime in my life, then I shall gladly forfeit Caesar’s riches for the poverty of God’s.

I have found in my life that the difference between a knowledgeable person and a wise person is that a knowledgeable person lives to prove he is right while a wise person more often prays that he is wrong.

A heart that is won is never as valuable as one freely given.

I don’t care how broke you are or how messed up your credit is. We all have stuff we go through. But out of all the debt or bills you might have, the one thing I am going to check to see if you pay more than anything is ATTENTION.

I don’t care about your sexuality. I care about your humanity. Assholes come in all genders.

There is a hymn to the heart of blackness that makes little sense to the rest of the business world. It is a composition of compassion written for the voices of a chorus. It runs contrary to the monetary melody that seeks to satisfy only the soul of the soloists. To forgo the herald of trumpets only to be a voice among many is a modesty seen as an affront to capital gain. And yet the unbridled larceny of the American spirit remains a self-inflicting wound that reopens now and then to remind us of our responsibility one to another. Except for black folk, it isn’t something that needs reminding. It is something that is daily lived.

Truth is what we choose to see for ourselves and not what others say it is. It cannot be seen through fear or intimidation nor through promises of acceptance, love, or heavenly reward. It must stand alone in the coldness of unrepentant scrutiny, ignorance, and mockery- fearing no blasphemy, neither lashing out in its defense. For it is not a physical thing to be covered or diminished as it cannot be removed from ones heart.

I have found few people willing to pay a price for freedom when they can settle for a comfortable bondage at a discount.

I don’t want to live and die the way that those before me have. I find contentment in the struggle to discover, than to merely be acceptable by resting in what has already been found.

Having entered the age of our greatest liberties, we must be careful that the ties that so importantly bound us one to another through the storms of discrimination, do not now sink us as the waters rise.

I have learned that the battle to be won is not based on the dominant color of one’s skin- which is not a reliable basis of indignation; but rather the unequivocal hue of the heart. A dark soul wears many outer shades.

I love my life for what I have been blessed to learn and what I have been humbled to be able to give to others. It’s not much, but hopefully enough to fulfill my purpose for being here. Which is not to be black; but as best I can, to be Godly. Blackness just helps me get there a little faster.

When the fabric of our being is woven from these spinning wheels of words, what will the tapestry reveal as to who we really are? Bitter and ugly; or victorious and magnificent. I challenge each of you to weave the latter.

A seed whether deliberately planted or sown by the wind does not change the fruit it was meant to bear.

If this love be a sin, then this sin I embrace whole-heartedly. If in the condemnation of my heart must I dwell on the outskirts of acceptance, I shall greet you there- each and every one of you; that we may together, turn this hell, into the paradise that only such hearts are able to create.

A true sellout must also be also an infidel to someone elses God.

Do not mistake religion for personal faith nor written doctrine for living discernment.

Love does not discriminate in the method it comes to you. And neither does pain. The only difference online is that you can find both in overwhelming abundance, if you are not wise.

Giving to others is like a voice across a great canyon. When you hear no echo, you know there is no substance on the other side. It isn’t that you should expect the echo. Neither is it that you should ignore its absence.

I thought about sinning today, but I don’t know how to begin. For there’s no space between where your morality starts, and where your hypocrisy ends.

A wise woman will help a stallion to run his race instead of feeding a mule who will never pull a plow. And a wise man looks for a woman who can pull more weight than she gains from the food she eats.

BlaqFuscius say: May ur woman’s heart be bigger than her azz and ur man’s patience be longer than his penis.

Perfection is the ambition of a fool who does not know how to live. Grace is the walk of the wise who have learned how to love.

Often times it is the courage to walk alone that brings forth the companions worthy of your company.

What profit you to pray for sanctuary from the cold and the Father give you wood and you burn it and die, lest you receive also the understanding to build a shelter from the wind that could quench the fire whilst you sleep.

In the absence of all the things that speak to my senses, if the only thing left to tell me of you was your spirit, who would it say that you are? That is the only person that matters to me, because, in the end, it is that person who matters most to God.

Do not invest more in people than they are willing to invest in themselves unless you are willing to run their life for them while allowing them to keep all the profit.

You never know what you really don’t like, until you give somebody a chance to cook it right.

There are some demons best dealt with by their own masters.

Trying to keep a man with your sexy is like trying to feed the hungry with a picture of food.

Forgiveness is a promise you give to you to release yourself from the bondage of another person’s actions. It doesn’t matter if they ask for it, nor if they hear you grant it; but rather the light in which you live it.

The problem with lying to the person you love is that it makes them wonder how much of your love might also be a lie.

…the glass darkly no longer waits for perfection to come, only for someone to light up the lens…

When you are young, they always remind you to never run with scissors. But when you are older, they forget to warn you about the grown ups running with daggers.

I need to stop lending out my GivaDamn cuz yall always sending it back broke…

Loneliness is the over-anticipation of graduation instead of mastering the education and preparation of oneself that can only be learned through periods of solitude.

We are each prejudiced by experience; whilst some of us are taught that way. But some matters are just too serious to let bigotry seize the day.

A man that you land on your back will eventually take flight when clouds roll in or whenever the coast is clear.

The easiest failures to accept are when you know you did something wrong. Because those are things you can fix. But when you know in your heart, that given another chance, you wouldn’t do anything differently, despite what may seem to be lost as a result, much more has been gained. Your dignity