Video Edited by Selorm Denu
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Knowledge is one thing, to literally use it yourself is another thing entirely. Back to my favorite analogy, we all know exercise is good for you, this is common knowledge. How many of us actually do it? How many of us actually make use of this common knowledge?
Physical exercise is one thing. What is the mental equivalent of this activity? It would stand to reason that if the body can get stronger from conscious use, so the mind can do the same.
Realizing this fact is what has made me the Lucky guy I am. I have realized that in life, there is no rulebook as to who you’re supposed to be. As human beings, we constantly shaping ourselves by our ideas of who are are. As those ideas change, we change right along with them.
Through conscious manipulation of these ideas, I have come to understand how I shape my self in my vision every day. We all do it as human beings, whether we’re aware of it or not. Being aware of it, I know now gives you the power to do something about it. Not knowing it exists, puts one in the very precarious position of being tossed to and fro by any and all external forces.
Hence, my reason for being L.U.C.K.Y. is the fact that I know now that I make myself in my own image.
Luck Is A Miracle
I’m a miracle happening,
Pure lightning striking.
At times I mike it,
Just so you like it.
I’m proof there’s magic,
Here poof you have it.
I’m lightning striking,
Twice at light speed
With thrice as much heat.
Makes me pure chi precisely
Just call me Lightning
Lucky Lightning
So calm it’s frightening.
He’s so enlightening
Racing thoughts at high speeds
To drizzle you light speech.
I’m quite deep.
At my peak,
You can actually watch me
Walk out of my body casually
Curiosity might peak.
So I show of my soul
Just by slowing my flow
From sunrays to rain fall then snow
Otherwise I might combust
And the outcome: dust
Thus, I conduct
My train of thoughts to stay on course
I write so you’ll ride with me a bit.
Lucky Logan is flying this ship;
Captain McCoy, I’m in command, ya dig.
Shaping my life in bits,
While jotting my manuscript.
My critics are quick to quip:
“Man you flipped!”
Absolutely, I’m now a grand master of it.
I was born equipped,
But my wings got clipped:
Yard bird, I’m reborn to flip
My thoughts till they’re all in sync.
It’s pure instinct that makes me distinct.
I am therefore I think.
-L.P. McCoy
This is a new visual for “Heaven” a song from Mixtape One. Edited by Selorm Denu, this video expresses the central theme of the song quite well. Please check it out let me know what think. Check out Mixtape One below.
Falling in love is such a beautiful thing. Falling out of love is how you discover is there was ever love in the face place. This video expresses this idea so well; it is a very fitting depiction of “Lover’s Estranged” produced by Logan P. McCoy. To listen to more beats or get info on licensing a beat contact Lucky Logan here.
Here is a new recording I thought I’d share with you. I have decided to abandon conventional song structure to do whatever I feel like doing. This is “Bodhisattva”. I posted the lyrics earlier here. Check it out.
The beat was was an inspiration from a song called ”The Foe” by Joshua Aciares. You can listen to his song below.
It’s an unseasonably warm November day in New York City. My intention is to take the Brooklyn bound express train, then transfer to the local train right across the platform at the next stop. This would save me the hassle of walking the few blocks I would otherwise have to to get to the local train from where I am now. Simple enough.
As the express train pulls in, I catch a glimpse of a pretty young woman cradling what at quick glimpse appeared to be a baby harness, with a very ugly baby in it. Curious to find out more, I bypass the car I’m closest to and hasten to the car bearing this questionable figure. Much to my relief on her lap was a blue canvas duffle bag with a cute fury dog in it. The dog looked like a giant Yorkie, and to be honest it was cute. It kind of looked like her I thought as I sat facing her on the opposite side of the train car. She’s not too bad on the eyes.
Apparently, so did the guy sitting diagonally across from me pretending to read his magazine. It seems like he’s really trying to get her to notice him. He could stop glaring and smiling. All this is funny and entertaining to me. Maybe it’s all just in my head but the whole interaction was funny. You can tell she loves her dog. It’s the way she’s holding it with such tender care and affection. The guy notices this too and just keeps smiling with one eye on the magazine and the other on the woman. She is oblivious to all of this, at least it looks that way. She hasn’t turned her attention from her dog once, since I got on the train. She is all into her dog.
As if suddenly realizing she might have missed her stop, she gets up and walks to the map. She scans it perfunctorily then inches her way to the nearest door. The guy appearing somewhat saddened, returns to reading his magazine for real as he now has her back to look at. Knowing that the doors open on the opposite side at this stop, I start musing again, “I wonder how long it will take her to figure out she’s at the wrong door”. I thought, “I bet she’ll get it quick she seems like a smart woman”. Sure enough, as the train pulls in to a complete halt, she turns around and detrains. I smile to myself thinking I knew it.
The conductor makes his announcement and the doors close; the train starts to slowly pull of. About two seconds later, it’s hits me like a ton of bricks as the train picks up speed and I, watching the station scroll faster and faster past my eyes, realize I should have been right behind her. I ended up being twenty minutes late for my appointment. Mind you, I started out being early for my appointment. But I learned a very important lesson. We are always paying attention, but a lot of times to useless things.
I am more mindful of what I pay attention to now, attention is too high a price to pay for the worthless.
people shrink as they do from that
of sustained and consecutive thought.
It is the hardest work in the world.”
Wallace D. Wattles
When I first discovered the concept of a “godhead”, it felt like deja vu. I mean the whole idea seemed so strangely familiar to me that it baffled me. I even grew angry that all my education and learning had never revealed this truth to me. I hated all the adults who I thought knew this truth but conspired to keep it from me. For a while, I became very rebellious in giving up the world as I knew it to learn more about this “godhead”.
What is this “godhead” you ask? Well imagine if every decision you ever made in your life was the best and most efficient decision you could make. Imagine having the power to decide the best course of action to take and then doing so, no matter what situation you find yourself in life. For me, the “godhead” represents that creative force. The creative power we all posses and shape our world with is the “godhead”. We use it whether we’re aware of it or not. As we all know for now anyhow, everything we create as human beings is a product of thought. EVERYTHING!
It’s funny to me how we spend very little effort as a whole studying this fact about ourselves. For me, this is the singular most important pursuit of my life: to understand how I work as a human being. The only tool I have powerful enough to even attempt such a thing is thought, the mother creator. It’s been quite a journey, though I have a feeling I’m just scratching the surface.
I’ve been ridiculed, chastised, insulted and damn near ostracized by many I know and have known for my fanciful pursuits. I have been on this path for over a decade, neglecting everything else “a responsible adult” should consider important. For me, I’m more important than anything I could want or hope to achieve in life. Like I always say in rebuttal, “I can’t enjoy any of that without me”.
My goal is to transform myself at the very core of thought. I really believe that nothing happens to us that we don’t allow. What I mean is life happens, but that’s not what affects us. It’s how we respond to the happening that either makes us laugh or cry. Theoretically, knowing this should give us greater control over how we pilot our lives. But when you’re on autopilot and sleeping, you don’t see yourself headed into the storm that you created. It’s takes effort to keep reminding yourself of this fact and as Mr. Wattles rightly stated, “… it is the hardest work in the world”.
Sometimes you’re up, and other times you’re down. Personally I’m not a big fan of the swings. So I believe in maintaining a certain balance that renders one unmovable by the swings. Sometimes, we forget and need some kind of a reminder. Today was one of those such days for me.
Thankfully, I was able to catch my self slip into the downswing, thinking thoughts I know very well to be harmful. I decided to work on some music to clear my mind. I came across a poem/rhyme (you can find it after my rant) I’d written to remind me to remain motivated at all times.
Reading it made me remember to reaffirm my belief in myself. Sometimes you have to say it out loud so your outside ears hear it.
Here’s the poem/rhyme:
Unbreakable McCoy
I’m gettin’ pummeled
Still I give it my all
My vision tunnels
When my back’s to the wall
I smile through it all
Still refusing to fall
Poze is totally narly
So hard to alarm me
Demeanor is charming
I keep the snakes all dancing
And the chicks all asking
How you stay so handsome?
I tell them I’m lucky
So no stress can touch me
No really I’m lucky
I’ve got angels to back me
Call me Charlie McCoy
Hot shot McCoy
Lucky Logan’s on point
Sharp dart McCoy
Another breed of boy
Can’t read him he’s coy
So that’s the reason
I believe in Logan P. McCoy
