Saturday, December 25, 2010
Chivalry: A Four Part Harmony
*The Baritone Boogey* (Foundation)
Let's start with a somewhat generalized retelling of it's History. As many know, Chivalry has one main point of reference that is easily noted by all. This point in history is known as the Middle Ages, Medieval Times. Knighthood is generally it's prime association. However, i would like to make this more broad, so that it may reach a bit further than that. I want it to be taken more personally.
The Idea of Chivalry is easiest understood as a code of ethics introduced by EVERY civilization from the dawn of time. This code is noted by the term and social station of The Gentry. The Gentry is an elevated class of persons who are so elevated because of either lineage, value to the social ruler (i.e. Monarch, President, Chief etc.), Or appointment by majority society (i.e. Statesman). Now the code between these groups would have to be something that required poise, respect, and a certain level dexterity. This in itself is the rough idea of Chivalry. Every religion, Career, and Government has a method that derives from this framework.
*Now There's your Baseline*
*Tenor: Let Me SET the Mood RIGHT*
Now, if you've read to this point, then you're probably wondering... "Yea..so?" But hear me out. Now were gonna just dive in, burn some highway...dig?
So what does this have to do with you? Well, let's modernize this ideal. Why is it so hard for our generation to adopt such an ideal? There will be many things said here. "I didn't grow up with a father to teach me..."," I didn't have a good mother", ". Now I am not the one to downplay or degenerate anyone or their story. However, it is my Duty as a Gentleman to bring these people back to a sense of reality. Excuses are only meant to justify something the general public has no care or desire for. Your background does not limit you in any aspect of your life. If you want to hurt, abuse, destroy and live for yourself. Then become an astronaut and kindly stay on the moon. The principle is simply How would you like to be treated? Rather How would you like your son, your daughter, your Hero to be treated. A gentleman is a Rational anomaly. Modern day Hero. But before I get too poetic. Just know that everyone has the capacity to be Civil, and in turn, Gentleman and Lady.
*Soprano- Fall in Love with the MELODY*
Now, imagine...A world were everyone is coagulating...well meshed...working in unison. A well oiled machine. This is what can make anything better. Being civil can immediately destroy any negativity presented in any situation. How many times have you gone to the store and the clerk violently drops your change on the counter and brushes you along. Instead of allowing that negativity to pass to you, Simply say "have a wonderful day ma'am/sir" That negative energy immediately turns positive and the day for everyone will improve.
Every women in the world promotes and boasts the death of chivalry. And Many men weep or agree in the midst of this heresy. So who will stand against this propaganda slurring the existence of Me and quite notably...YOU? Every man believes they ca change the world. I truly know and believe every man has the ability to change this thought. Why is there such an overwhelming desire for gang related, un educated, frivolous men? Flaunting their entire worth on their person? These desires are passed down by previous generations. The problem is not in the passing, but they never pass the warnings. So countless people follow these trends, and when they finally fall prey or victim to them, they blame the non-existence of a proper ideal. Fear not... nothing ever dies...so long as we believe.
*Alto*- Irrepressible Sound
Now, the sharp uncensored and merciless blade of truth. Chivalry is Unfortunately as it once was...DEAD. However as all things, it has risen as a phoenix, never to be as it once was. Chivalry is only the beginning to a new set of ethics, morals, and beliefs. We are constantly molding this idea into what will fit into the mold of our lives. Some will see a more classical mold, while others will have innovative and new ways of showing this. Instead of courting a spouse, we may forge a new ritual. But as all things, we must first embrace what has been set into history. We cannot erase the past, we can only stand as a contrast.
Live as a PILLAR of the EARTH...be outstanding in all that you may do, and if you fall because of it, you will only fall into the arms of adoration. We must learn as men AND women, to uphold remind, re-teach, redefine a custom that is marked as a staple in human existence.
Now I'm not saying to men that they should hold every door, bow to every women. Nor am I saying you will be just in all of your actions. I mean as benjamin franklin meant it; "Strive to be morally good." This means we must learn that our actions will be inflicted back onto us, we must be aware of how we dispose of our feelings, thoughts, and actions. It matters not if you have someone to tell you something is good or bad. We already socially what is right and wrong. Treat Your women with the respect you have for yourself, or that what you wish others to treat you. Women, i charge you with the same. Unity is Utopia.... Only together can we live in this Harmony...Chivalrously.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Do you believe there's intelligent life on other planets?
I believe the possibility is yes, the problem we mostly think of when it comes to this is; our galaxy our solar system. That's like looking at a road map of Wisconsin and saying... THIS IS IT...we are the planet of Wisconsin! We just need to realize that if human nature's innate goal is evolution (and Human in the sense of an animal, not as a intellectual), then we can't deny that we share this common goal with all things. So is i possible another planet somewhere in the eternal mapping of the universe has sentient beings such as us? The ability is there...we just havnt found it...so socially it cant exist.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Live Freely
Live Freely
I just watched the Entire Rocky series, and it was actually inspiring.The idea of Rocky balboa is not merely just a fictional boxing legend, but more of the perpetuated ideal of "never surrender." I learned that you have to truly learn to "slip the jab." Meaning of course in boxing to simply dodge and counter. I think this should be applied to everyday life. Life is the most inevitable and irrepressable force next to Death, and we must learn to "slip it's jabs." There will always be something trying to wear you out, weaken and demoralize you. It doesnt matter how sharply or swiftly you you attack it. What matters is how you react to it's merciless blows. Some may turn to friends in family to help train for everyday's fight. Life's journey is a labrynth, fortunately there is still hope for when we are lost. Remember my friend's...Slip the JAB! For it's merely Just Another Blow!
-Mr Haymon
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
The Game...The Blog; A 2 Part Harmony
Thursday, February 25, 2010
I'm New...
Is this blog post centered around women? Maybe I'm tired of empty compliments from women. Let's try something, tell me the truth, I'm a nice guy but I'm just not fly, you need a man with money not some young philosophizing dummy. You wish to find a man like me, but you'd rather fuck my opposite. Sorry for the lingo. I think I'm frustrated that i hear so many good things about me, only to be slapped in the face by gentle temptations based off of fallacies. Tell me, is my friend based based on my wealth? I never talk about my money. Wise people have already told me, when you find your wealth someone on the other side will find a way to exploit it. I'm going to just continue on my path. My artwork has been getting stronger (sorry no new artwork for the blog in this post, promise some for the next one), my writing has found more feeling, and my mind has begun to swell with all types of knowledge. I'm not sure where I wanted to go with this post, but i needed to bleed some frustration. i'll continue this another time...
Gotta get this off my chest
Fake floozies flagging fashion.
How dare you comment on my Attire..
While yours hold the ashes of frequent fire
Rags, commoner, washed in commodes.
You smell of the burning tar of roads.
Demon soul, art taker
Corrosive heartache, mind shaker.
ramdom rant...
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Someone's Watching my time

The past few years, I've always wondered, Why do I seem to get extremely lucky. I've pondered this and continue to do so even to this very moment. I am quite sure I can't be just endowed with close calls and etc for nothing. So i wondered, is this a test of my faith. Not to be confused with my religious faith, Just a simple thought of faith. Now if we look at www.dictionary.com 's definition;
faith [feyth]
–noun
1. confidence or trust in a person or thing: faith in another's ability.
2. belief that is not based on proof: He had faith that the hypothesis would be substantiated by fact.
We can take from these two definitions that, maybe people have faith in me. Faith that i will achieve something meaningful to not only them, but myself. This thought that someone is holding me up on a pedestal brings a sense of fear. Fear that i may not be able to live to such an expectation. But it also brings me a sense of comfort and vitality. I feed of such faith. As I'm sure many before me have gained some sense of courage or morale from such a thought. If you've never felt the power of faith, listen closely.
├Q├I am Robin Haymon and I am telling you, Yes YOU, can achieve anything you so choose. Many people may have told you, "you can be anything you want to be, just work hard at it!" This is not the message I am trying to pass to you. Think of your WILDEST dream. Go Ahead Imagine, paint the entire picture in your eyes as you read. Now single out one thing, got it? Now think of its extreme worst condition. I.e. Limousine to a taxi, or Kerry Washington to The girl that likes you and has potential to be gorgeous (Mind you your peers tell you not to involve yourself with her because she isn't up on the trends). Now that you have these contrasts, think of how you will get from A to B.
*You should be thinking instead of reading here!*
And There you are...now you have a plan to acheive, the rest is up to you and father time. ├Q├

And then we are left with II., which states "belief that is not based on proof: He had faith that the hypothesis would be substantiated by fact". This really adds on that same very thought "you can be anything you want to be." How can people believe something they have no evidence of. Whenever someone brings that question to the table, all that you need to hold in your mind is that You would want a complete stranger to believe in you. Why do we elect presidents and etc. Its the principle of faith that we hope they prove to be fact.So this leads me to final thought.
Someone Must be monitoring my life. This isn't average paranoia, because this isn't shrouded with fear. Well... I think I'll save this for Next Time. So I guess you'll have to tune in next time.
Monday, February 15, 2010
Been a Long Time...

So about a week ago... my good friend Atom Ant, told me i've been slipping on my blog. As Usual he's right. i feel like my thoughts have been very empty. Maybe just unworthy of publishing. i do not want my blog to be filled with the agonies or discomforts of my days. Nor do I wish it to have the makings of a dark tone. But thats what I'm good at lol.
so New Question:
What makes us feel Secure? Is it the approval of our followers or critics? Or do we have a part of us telling us that we have succeeded? whatever may be true of you, i have learned that no matter how much we approve of our actions or thoughts, there will always be something holding us back. A desire to be elevated amongst our peers. Something that makes you more than another opinion. i believe it is human nature to look for security in such an irrational thought. how can we be truly influential if all are for what we believe. Life is a debate, a constant drama that dictates the relationship of two elementary forces. Good vs. Evil. (have I gone off tangent enough yet???) What I mean is, there is a certain level of comfort in that madness. Comfort = Secure. When we are often praised we will always cash in our insecurities at the end of the night. When we are at our lowest, we carry them throughout our day. I am slowly losing my point, and I fear this may happen if I don't Just say. Be yourself, days will get tough, and things will get mundane. And yet no matter how much you fear that you are just another spec, a lifeless organism, that means nothing and affects nothing, You are the only one that can make change. If you want success, find out what success means to you, divide by 100, and make that goal. That is the first step to finding our place, our home, our sanctuary in this world. You want the Cars, the Money, and the Women. First you must obtain A: transportation (plane , train, taxi, bus); B: Job (Paper Boy, bake sale, McDonald's, something); C: A Friend (YES A DAMN FRIEND), and then you can build from there. Learn Physics; Energy is the only thing in the Universe that CANNOT be destroyed...ONLY REFRESHED AND REUSED. Do Not waste the time you have to use it. For you, only MATTER, and you are steadily approaching expiration.
- Mr. Haymon
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Ooogie Boogie the Scary Mason!

Ok Now I'm sure somewhere i may get a few lashings for this. But, is anyone truly afraid of Freemasonry? And i don't mean what you hear on the news, read in tabloids or even what you've seen in DaVinci Code, or National Treasure (sigh). If so, why? Over the past few years I've heard, various rumors. From Occult Activity to Illuminati and World takeover plans. What strikes hilarious to me is, none of these tabloid writers are ever involved with Freemasons or even justify historical background.
So does it really scare you if you began to know many world leaders are apart of this ideal. And yet you don't fear A Greek Letter Organization. Neither do you get a small worry to worker's Unions, or even a PTA (lol).
What drives this fear? I want you to go out, and truly investigate, how many freemason organizations are involved with philanthropy, and not just as a group/lodge, individually. I can almost guarantee, it to be 99.98% (C'mon Nobody is perfect ;-))
An Old Rant
Can't continue creating colorful concepts conveying Coppertone cravings...
Whoever feels they can stop me has another thing coming.
Not only god, but the angels will rebuke you, So lil drummer boy keep drummin.
Sit back and catch a contact...
Off of my divine dissertation of life beyond monetary goldmines.
Blessed with the gifts of Apollo. I'll bring you the warmth of poetic philosophies that will show you the light
And pass you a couple of desynthesized dreams to let you rest.
Keep in mind I got gifts from god, The apostles and kings are watching my time. Jesus is giving me direct instruction.
"Live your life younging, bless the world.
Teach these fools how to treat those girls."
Indecisive invasions of an invincible innovator.
I am the sacred skillful knight brought to vanquish all evil.
I rep harder than any thug or any gangsta.
Stress is building up.
I have no choice but to anoint myself.
Immerse myself in the wisdom of the goddess of love...
If ignorance is bliss, give me insanity, life isn't about material worth or vanity.
If I must lose my soul for the belief of an ancient testament,
Then my benefit will be my soul's investment.
Let the generation be led by infants,
Sadly those of the 20Th century will not lead the technological revolution.
We will only ride on the ripple created by our children.
Please, stay calm as you learn this truth.
This goblet of jarred glass will be only so hard to swallow,
Let the truth go down easy...and learn to follow.
The world weeps of diverse divisions, of our children.
Can we teach them to hold onto the past?
We're losing our culture, and our souls, this tyranny must end.
We are our own tyrants, treacherously taking thoughts.
Selling them for the good of America.
These diverse divisions dynamically named states.
Far from united in the times of apocalyptic brainchilds.
You feel me knockin?
I'm breaking down barriers, you have got to hear the word.
Trust me...
You'll walk away with poetic prophecies powerfully penetrating pompous people preaching.
No one can hear me walking, I'm tired of people talking over me.
I'm getting claustrophobic,
I'm all alone in this emotional persecution of my reality.
Hear me now or forever hold your peace.
I will not be commanded on situations of my heart.
I'm tired of being the victim of solid tears.
My soul has no metaphysical existence in this cold world, I need to live.
Can I live?
Without the judgment of a thousand souls?
Everyone speaks with no remorse, no connection, no words of remembrance.
My soul gets no gratitude for Uplifting chivalry,
God didn't warn me about this long ride...of divine desertion.
I'm up the theological creek....no paddles....no eyes....no feet....
I will die in the river of vengeful souls,
I am dead, chivalry is my gun and I take a bullet 3 times a day...I've taken far more than any devil could contain in the barrels of God's divine cannon. I'm here now, resurrected by the calling of a billion men.
They request I take on the gladiator of misconceptions,
I'm stepping into the entrance.
The armour of God will be broken tonight if I don't stand and fight,

I'm calling for the blade of chivalry to save this fertile gladiator from my merciless rage.
I will have every inclination to fight to death....no one sees me now....why will they miss me in my DEATH!!!!!!!!!
