Memoirs of a Thinking Man

There are 4 levels of Love….Baby Love, Horse Training Love, Real Love, and Pure Spirit Love. Let me explain..lol 1) BABY LOVE… it refers to when your love is based on what you get. You only love that person when they are giving you something, but when they stop, your love stops too. Its similar to how a baby acts, you have all of the baby’s love and attention when you’re doing something for them, but when you stop their attention changes. Lol that’s Baby Love. 2) HORSE TRAINING LOVE… this is when you are giving and giving, and showing love and affection, but its all to get something in return, or there’s a hook. When you don’t get anything in return you get mad, and the love stops. Like a horse trainer who spends all their time training, feeding and loving the horse, then the race comes and the horse loses, and that love and nurturing turns to anger and regret. 3) REAL LOVE… it means that you show and express love just because that’s who you are, you’re a loving person. 4) PURE SPIRIT LOVE..this is synonymous with the Nelson Mandelas and Dhali Lamas in the world. This is for people who are able to love no matter what. They are able to have love even for their enemies, they are not naive nor have they forgotten about what has been done to them, but they are able to transcend they anger or thirst for revenge with love. And they are able to have peace with that as well. We all fall into one if not a couple these categories at some point in time, maybe even multiple times. Whether you realize it or not. I consider myself blessed to be able to experience Real and Pure Spirit love and I’m trying happy that God made me the way I am.

~Sean Mark
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Funny how a broken heart affects the whole body. Can’t eat, Can’t sleep, Can’t think or focus clearly. The joys of pain expressed throughout our nervous systems emerge as commonalities in this hollow state of existence. Am I dead? No, but my soul is slightly misplaced for the moment. Then it returns to me missing something that was there before, yet I indulge in it as if nothing ever happened but something did happen and that is undeniable.
Believing the return of my soul to be a joyous day I ready myself for a warm embrace which is then thrown in my face because ice has replaced this warm loving space that used to be my heart. This is not the part where I start dancing and singing r&b melodies about home appliances but this is the moment when I remember the alliance we had together. Beaten, battered, but never broken. We weathered storms together, Created new forms together, but now they are just all whatevers.
There once was a time when our bond was a ritual union, filled with laughter, joy, and peaceful memories. Funny how things aren’t funny anymore. I guess a broken heart isn’t so funny after all.

~Sean Mark
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I really hate miscommunication but it did bring this realization… sometimes in life you have to decide whether you want to be Right(Happy) or Correct. Like my old teahcer Mr Alvin Batiste(RIP) used to tell us, “just because its correct doesn’t mean it’s right…” Meaning that you can be Correct, in this sense of factual gratification, or proving to yourself and to everyone that you’re as smart as your think you are. Or, you can be Right, which means doing the right thing, not only for the good of yourself and others, but also the right plan of action for whatever situation you may be in. Though the context of this concept was primarily applied to music, it also had real life implications. This goes very well into relationships. Think about it. What’s more important to you, proving that you’re correct whenever you have a disagreement or just being happy with the person you’re with? You may be correct in the situation but is it really something you want to cause unnecessary tension over? (Is it right if you both are unhappy?) Sometimes when Im able to catch myself(I’m not perfect lol), I personally ask myself a question…If I or this person were to get hurt or leave or if something were to happen to either one of us, would we really care about this? A little extreme maybe, but it helps put things in perspective. Right vs Correct, what do you choose?

~Sean Mark
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They say in order to truly be free you must be able to give up petty things, and learn the art of forgiveness. I refer to it as an art because just like any painting, it takes time and effort, and when done correctly, true beauty is created. I myself am still a student to this art, and scholarship isn’t easy, but I am trying. For those who have forsaken me, whether it be past or present, I am now releasing you. I’m letting you out of my heart and mind, and I am letting you live, just as you are doing the same for me. And for those who I have forsaken I hope that you will be able to let me go as well, for I do not want to be the catalyst in your journey to joy and peace. Some people may wonder why I am writing this and may criticize me for being so verbal, but I ask them, “If you had a chance to be free, wouldn’t you take it?” I am sorry to all who are affected by this and I hope that everyone who reads this will learn from it and take a positive message out of this.

Thank you and God Bless.

“It’s never to late to forgive, but freedom isn’t always so forgiving.”

~Sean Mark
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Am I qualified to judge someones character?…Am I certified to tell someone who they are?….Am I skilled enough to become an artist of destiny? The answer is no..and yet I still try to read her, forgetting that the only true scholar of fate is GOD, and that it is he who has the answer. As for who I am…I am the soul of the riddle. Who Am I?

~Sean Mark
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Let the light defeat the darkness…I see the light in you. Your eyes, your smile, your touch, they all defeat the darkness in me. Your light is the calm to my storm, the peace to my war, and the tamer to my beast. Your light, your beautiful, shinning light, shines so bright to a place that is so special to me. I ask, I plea, and I pray that the lord let’s you continue to let your light shine, so that it may show me the way to your heart. And I hope that on that faithful day when I am lucky enough to get there, my light will shine through you too.

~Sean Mark
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Once upon a time I met a dream, fell in love with a myth, and dwelled within a fairy tale, but as time went on that fairy tale became a nightmare, that nightmare became a tragedy, and eventually an old wise tale. Now my once mythical, fairy tale, dream-like love is nothing more than a memory that sometimes turns into poetry and inevitably is a mystery of our untold history. She will never know that her presence is a gift to me but how could she when doesn’t even know ME… but I hope that you are listenin, for you my heart I look within. I hope that we will meet again, but this time we will meet again, and its not our story’s end, but rather where it begins… to be cont’d…

~Sean Mark
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“We are all results of our minds. Captured embodiments of thought. Filled with hopes, written by daydreams and wishful scenes. Oh but here leers fear, the king. A founder of thought of which nightmares stream. Brewed with pain and suffering we digress to digest because we learn what, FEAR IS; nothing more or less than fear that fears itself and because of that we shall not be afraid. Just as in Jesus name, I pray for that day of redemption, hoping to break free of my darkest conviction, looking for that love of a deep ascension. But I find nothing because it was all just fiction and we’re still in this mental prison. Yet I cry not for we are still results of our minds, embodiments of our thoughts. But you were never a captive, You were just lost.”

~Sean Mark
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Eyes red, Head facing hell, while my mind is in the sky, wondering why is it I who cries at night while other eyes lie still. My bed remains neat with dissatisfaction while others bask in a mess of glory. Why was I chosen to be the watcher of the night? I am the guardian of the dreamers, I must have the vampire’s bite, Right? …Nope…I am nothing more or less than a dreamer with no dreams, the ultimate contradiction, I am the insomniac.

-Sean Mark
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To Keith Hogan, I do not know you, therefore I have no grounds to have any animosity toward you..sure you were never there but hey some people are in you lives for seasons anyway right? I mean yours was more like a decrepit cancer bitten season that equaled nothing more than the moment before I was born but who’s counting anyway?..lol I can’t say that I miss you or that I am waiting for your heroic return because frankly I do not know you SIR… Mr.Hogan I do thank you. For without you there would be no me and as much as I believe that, I disagree with that very same premise. For Mr.Hogan I am a very blessed man, who has been given wonderful people in my life to guide me and help shape me into who I am today, despite your futile attempt to deprive me of that privilege. In the end Mr.Hogan I want to do nothing more but to thank you for making ME possible, both physically and mentally, for once again without you there would be no me, but I’ve seemed to have managed this far without you. I do hope that we meet one day so that you can see the man that I am. I’d rather you see me now instead of in a few years when I’m on television performing, or my name is on movie and TV show credits, or if I’m playing a sold out show in your town. In all I wish you nothing but the best and I hope your life is a wonderful and fulfilling one. Happy Father’s Day to you from you son Sean. #LoveYouAnyway

-Sean Mark
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*THIS IS A SERIOUS LIFE LESSON*….You can’t save everyone, and to try is a very big mistake. Not because it won’t work but more so because people have to want to be saved and they have to want to help themselves. We are creatures of habit, residents of complacency, soldiers of resistance, and we fear both change, and what we don’t know. People must learn things through experience or a we like to call it the “Hard” way. It seems to be the only way we get the message. It hurts when you have such high hopes for people that are so much greater than what they have for themselves. In that situation people will either step up and become even greater than what they already are or they will run away because they can’t handle the truth. Sometimes our greatest fear is to be seen in our true form, as our real selves, and when we find someone who does, we resent them, because we feel as though they have intruded our space and unmasked our secrets to the world. Well, all I can simply say is that I’m sorry those who feel that way. I’m sorry for those can’t see beyond their narrow-minded view of life. I’m sorry for those who are unhappy with their existence, and I’m sorry for those who feel betrayed by the world as if they are the bane of existence. What I am most sorry for is that they aren’t even worried about it. Immaturity combined with self-imposed ignorance is a very dangerous thing and I simply will not deal with it. I just pray that one day those people will be released from those ideas, and realize that everything problem in the world does not revolve around them. There are joys in life and you deserve to have them. I hope that one day you will genuinely realize that it is possible for people to care about you. I also want you to live life as YOU not like me because you have your own life, problems, and situations. I just want them to shape you to help make you the best person you can be. Until then, I really kinda don’t care, because like I said everyone has to learn things on their own. I just hope that from this day forward you will live your life the best way possible, and I hope that none of you’re demons catch you but that’s wishful thinking…….

-Sean Mark
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There once was a time when all I cared about was music. Chucked the deuce to social politics, and said fuck the bullshit. Now it seems as though negativity is constantly shining through here, but I walk with God and with him there’s no fear. The devil is trying to test me, and show who he is, but what he didn’t know is that ya boy is ruthless. I rise through the hate like a phoenix in the ashes, to bad it stems everywhere from my “friends” to my classes. But call me Osama Bin Lovin, join my Jihad of Love, and that negativity you keep spitting, I still rise above. I’m not playing fair no more I’m taking it up notch, not only am I going to love you, I’m going to give it all I’ve got. I now go back to the time when music was my high, not “he say she say,” or scandalous lies. For some this means nothing, so don’t you cry, but for the others this is my official resignation. Goodbye……….Back to the basics.

-Sean Mark
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