Level Up!

By: Qosmic Qadence
Life isn’t always as difficult as our poor choices & decisions would lead us to believe. However, with experience come opportunities to grow. They aren’t always pleasant; beautifully packaged nor joyous to live, but the indomitable human spirit ever proves itself by ENDURING! 
The next and most profitable step beyond endurance, is learning to take actions that lead to better results. It’s a process! Don’t be so hard on yourself, but make sure that you feel the pain & frustration of growth, using that emotion as passion to change FOREVER & for the better. 
Nothing destroys us faster than our inability to act &/or react differently. Breakthroughs aren’t meant to destroy, but to save you! 

Level Up!


“Mold It & Shape It”

By: Qosmic Qadence

There are no such things as “coincidences” or “happenstance occurrences” as far as I’m concerned. Everything that we encounter in our day to day lives is a direct reflection, or culmination of occurrences that resulted from the decisions we’ve made along the way. 

I challenge you to examine your life, from where you’ve been to where you presently are. There’s a pattern that each of us lives. 
🗝Some are victims of dangerous levels of complacency which lead to mundane existence & a sense of being incomplete. 

🗝Some suffer from a certain zeal toward impulsion, that disallows satisfaction with anything in particular. And thus, they change with the tide. 

🗝Some are victimized by going with the flow, living the joyous good, all the while lamenting the not so good. 
Unfortunately, unless we’re actively shaping our everyday and consciously steering its course, the road is murky in any direction we charter. 

The great news is that regardless of how today played out, tomorrow is set to unfold based on what you put into this one. 

 What kind of life are you making of your tomorrows? It’s not too late for a better tomorrow, to mold & shape. You can do ANYTHING! Lets Grow!

“The Struggle”

By: Qosmic Qadence
A few days before Turkey Day last year, I LITERALLY woke up. I came into a space of realization, that the meaning of life is to advance civilization. That means, if the Work that we engage in DAILY; where our best energies; innovative ideas; passion & focus are centered, isn’t being used to advance the human race, then we’re merely existing on earth and NOT Living! Moreorless taking up space and stalling until our caskets close.
‘The American Dream’ yields quite the nightmarish fortune. In a day and age where money management is as critical as is ‘time management’, how are so many caught on the gerbil wheel running no where fast? Financial; Mental & Emotional FREEDOM are bound within whatever your Purpose in life is. 

*NEWS FLASH: “You weren’t solely born to work a 9-5; nor to Slave 40+ years on a menial job that offers a pension incapable of financially sustaining you, NOR were you intended to grow an annuity/401k in a piss poor economy & greed driven stock market!” Your Purpose Is Much Greater! It has to be right? Any trained monkey can work a job! 
This capitalist society that drives our mentalities; spending habits and lifestyles is poison! It’s utterly disrespectful to future generations to amass heaps of “stuff” (think material possessions) that have ZERO equity or value beyond materialism to will. 

We’re wholly selfish in our standards of living today. The generations to come will need heroes to aspire to live in the image of; or for whom to shape an image of themselves. 

Are you doing everything in your capacity for greatness, to give the masses a living blue print to follow? If not, I ask, “What Are You Waiting For?”

Kill Senate Bill 1445

Call To Action: Arizona law makers have proposed a law (SB1445) to keep an officers name a secret for at least 90 days, when involved in the murder of a citizen. If passed into law, this will become the precedent for every city and state in America, including yours.

Act NOW! 

*Step #1: Send the following State Law Makers an email: (Cut & Paste from the addresses below)


*Step #2: Cut & Paste the message below into the email you’ll send, or craft your own message.

Members of The House,

SB 1445, which would exempt from public disclosure for 90 days the name of a peace officer involved in a use-of-force incident, is bad public policy for several reasons.

First, the bill is contrary to the long tradition of open government under the Arizona law, which provides that records describing the official acts of government agencies and their employees are presumptively subject to prompt public inspection. SB 1445 delays for three months the public’s ability to know one of the most basic facts of a police incident: the name of an officer or deputy involved in a use-of-force incident. SB 1445 turns the Public Records Law’s presumption of prompt access to official records on its head, making it more difficult for citizens to monitor law enforcement agencies.

Second, the bill is unnecessary. Existing law permits law enforcement to withhold the name of an officer involved in a use-of-force incident where disclosure of the name poses a threat to the officer’s safety. Indeed, the Arizona Public Records Law permits such information to be withheld on a case-by-case basis, whenever agencies can show that disclosure of the name would violate privacy, confidentiality or the best interests of the state, including an officer’s safety. SB 1445 takes this decision out of the hands of those in the best position to make this decision – police departments and sheriff’s offices – and instead imposes a mandatory 90-day waiting period for the public to get basic facts about a use-of-force incident. Any mandatory delay of the public’s right of access – whether 90 days or some other arbitrary number — would thwart the public’s fundamental rights. Consequently, SB 1445 would halt the flow of information to the public about the official activities of law enforcement, would encourage misinformation and speculation, and would foster distrust of law enforcement agencies.

Third, in addition to the protections above, A.R.S. §§ 11-483 and 39-123 provide an exemption from disclosure of the home addresses and telephone numbers of peace officers. These safeguards help protect the safety of peace officers without undercutting the public’s ability to monitor the official, on-the-job activities of police agencies.

Finally, there is no greater exercise of government power than the use of force by peace officers. SB 1445 would likely undermine confidence in law enforcement agencies by shielding from public inspection the names of officers in every use-of-force incident, even where there is no risk of harm posed by disclosure. Because SB 1445 prohibits the public from promptly monitoring one of law enforcement’s most basic functions, we urge you to oppose SB 1445.


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*Step #3: Sign & help circulate the ACLU’s Petition AGAINST Secret Police:


*Step #4: Follow the link below for updates & other important information on SB-1445


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“How Many More Must Die, Before Justice We Decry?”


By: Qosmic Qadence

Are all law enforcement officials evil? Absolutely NOT! Are black people or ANY people deserving of the target practice that is ensuing on American City streets, by these rogue officers? HELL NO!

This is TRULY not a color issue, despite black people being (per usual) disproportionately affected by this ridiculous and reckless disregard for human life. But, this boils down to being a BAD PEOPLE issue. The problem is that we have far too many BAD people, occupying critically important high ranking positions of authority. Systems for training these officers to better handle and gauge (as well as to prevent or defuse) hostile situations is entirely NECESSARY!

Not only is it long overdue, but there needs to be some cohesion between U.S. Cities & States, to assure that the same EFFECTIVE systems are established and maintained concurrently. There also needs to be a more serious effort toward evaluating these officers mentally and psychologically, at varying intervals of time throughout the year, as they do their jobs. They need to be head checked as a result of that stressful job, not to mention their life issues that more than likely effects job performance.

The aforementioned (just to name a few) systems for training and mental evaluation are necessary because without even being an officer, we can all attest to how stressful the job appears as we’ve observed officers engage in the acts of actually serving and protecting within our communities. I’ve worked high pressure positions over the years that shot stress levels to their peaks. As a result, this oftentimes led to me being a complete asshole to my staff. God forbid I had a firearm to wield and/or potentially discharge. Who knows what would’ve happened in those offices?

Police Officers are sworn in to Serve; Protect; Enforce Laws; & make Arrests. Not to repeatedly assassinate the citizens. I have an enormous amount of respect for Proper Authority & most certainly appreciate the officers who risk life in limb in the face of indignation, to do their jobs. Kudos to each of you who know in your heart of hearts, whether you can be categorized herein. I likewise have a gut turning, soul burning disdain for Murders & Gangsters wearing Police costumes. Last I checked, that pagan Halloween event takes place once annually. So, it’s high time we expose the frauds, and find out what their true uniforms are. Beyond that, it’s time to put these criminals and perpetrators of organized crime against humanity, in the very Prisons the government has invested Billions of dollars into building to isolate such people from society.

Each of us can observe the actions of Law Enforcement Officials when we witness them treating a citizen unjustly. Each of us can file a report or raise a legitimate complaint in this regard. These things are very EASY for us to do. But to repeatedly turn a blind eye to these heinous atrocities of the vile human condition, is unconscionable at this point! And frankly, we should all be ashamed of ourselves! Though, shamed into correcting the ship, as no one is going to do this for us. We MUST initiate change ourselves!

We’ll Either Stand For Something,
Or Die For Nothing!

“Elementary Watson”

by: Qosmic Qadence

Examine your motives if you will. If your ambition is to succeed in life just to piss people off, I’d go so far as to say, “Cut that shit out! Grow Up Already!”

I’d imagine such a scheme involving plans to use new found wealth and prosperity, to flaunt recent achievement of new status. This is a putrid cycle of moral indignation. One where status is sought & once obtained, converted into this false power which elevates people in their minds – above others.

Don’t victimize yourself. Instead, press forward with a positive mindset and directives for advancement. Whomever decided to pass up an opportunity to share in your triumphs of life, well, “God Bless ’em!”

Actually, we needed all of those people to help us find the perspective, to focus on accomplishing the mission. So, this means that you too have played this role in the advancement of others.

Bless your existence … mistakes, flaws & all.

Be Incredible!

*Author of, “The Book of Qos – Inspirational Words of Life”, he is avidly outspoken about the simplicity of life and how a more practical approach can yield benefits immeasurable. Visit his website to explore his work & this movement further.

Log onto: http://www.QosmicQadence.com for more of his writings.

“Hey You! Yeah … You!”


By: Qosmic Qadence

I’ve managed to evade the “Holy Shit! I’m getting old!” plague which can be a terror.

The closer I get to forty I’m thinking, “Wow! I’m about to enter the realm of the mature. I mean, if you guys are young? Meh … been there done that shit. Good Luck! Ha!

No seriously, live & learn. It’s fun to grow up. But know that there’s no standard of preparedness that everyone should aspire to rise to – you must create it.

Preparations should hinge on the tangible and intangible, not just high expectations and even higher hopes.

Word of advice, “Put away as much money as you can now. It’s the best time to do so, even though you think you don’t have much.

That way, as you grow and mature – so does the accumulation of tangible wealth, to be converted into assets later.” It’s not JUST about money, it’s what you could DO with the money to be a blessing to others.

So again, do your future self the favor of setting them up to be sensational. There could be no greater act of self-love.

Best Wishes!

*Author of, “The Book of Qos – Inspirational Words of Life”, he is avidly outspoken about the simplicity of life and how a more practical approach can yield benefits immeasurable. Visit his website to explore his work & this movement further.

“Pray, Plan, Execute”

By: Qosmic Qadence

Always remember that the flow of positive energy in your life starts with your willingness to let go of the negative (worry, stress, fear, anxiety, unbelief etc) in order to fully embrace the positive possibilities bundled into change.

God needs our help! It’s not solely up to him to change our situation, while tailoring it to our liking. Don’t reduce the effectual working power of the supreme being to that of a magician.

God is more of a guide through the darkness of tough times, or a Big Brother (so to speak) who steps in when he notices us struggling to carry a heavy load. We actually have to be CARRYING a burdensome load of some sort.

Think about what you want, pray about it, and then start devising a plan for achievement. Don’t think this method to be crazy, although I’ll be the first to admit that it is entirely unconventional. Trust me, it’ll work like a charm.

People seem to be conditioned – for whatever reason – to pray & then wait for their miracles. (Again, reducing God to the role of a magician in their lives.) Meanwhile, those who pray & work are rewarded.

Prayer is a form of meditation, a deep reflection on what is desired. If you’ve ever felt peace after saying a prayer, that’s a sure sign of having made a deep connection with the foundation of your being.

Often within that state of peacefulness, you’ll recognize how freely ideas, concepts, answers to questions pondered for a while etc, will free flow.

There’s power in centering yourself, slowing down your mind, thoughts and body that a peaceful connection & conversation within can transpire.

Pray, Plan & Execute! If your path in life is ever to change, you’ll actually have to be ON A PATH in order to notice the difference.

Best Wishes

*Author of, “The Book of Qos – Inspirational Words of Life”, he is avidly outspoken about the simplicity of life and how a more practical approach can yield benefits immeasurable. Visit his website listed above to explore his work & this movement further.

“What Goes Around, Comes Around”

By: Qosmic Qadence

Imagine if never speaking to someone in the tone that you didn’t want to be spoken to in, was enough to prevent occurrence?

Suppose changing your view of the world REALLY allowed you to see the world differently, thus expanding both your Vision and Reality?

“What Goes Around, Comes Around”
This is an irrefutable truth, most often misused by the untrained mouth – of an untrained mind. Those who interpret this beautiful yet simple principle of “Karma” negatively – almost each and every time – not understanding the universal principle of reciprocation.

“Do unto others as you would have others do unto you.”

Whatever you put into the universe comes back to you. Including the good stuff. If you want help, help someone. You’ll gain an instant cheerleader who’ll fight an entire battle side by side with you, out of appreciation to your indomitable will.

If you want the world to change, change your perception of the world. Think beyond what you see daily and live just as you’d like. At the end of the day, what some of us consider ingenious, others dislike.

Best Wishes

*Author of, “The Book of Qos – Inspirational Words of Life”, he is avidly outspoken about the simplicity of life and how a more practical approach can yield benefits immeasurable. Visit his website listed above to explore his work & this movement further.

“Checked Mate” (Warning: Erotica! Mature Content; Parental Discretion Advised)

By: Qosmic Qadence

Ordinarily hearing the order spoken would bring delight. Especially crossing the threshold of seductively full lips, always seemingly soaked and wet from the contents of some slender tube. A voice cotton soft with a fiery undertone, that which confirms her words are to be taken seriously. Generally twice a year this routine is followed thru, each time more uncomfortable than the last for some reason.

“Take off your clothes, put on the gown and have a seat. I’ll be with you shortly”, spills from her mouth in a southern drawl. Obliging the command, clothes are removed and the gown exposing my backside is slipped into. I sit atop the checkup table covered in that annoying crumpling paper, and in that instant realize how frigid the room temperature is.

Whenever in the doctor’s office I find myself reminiscing about childhood visits, staring at those anatomy pictures and charts that line the walls & nervously twiddling my thumbs. It had been well over a year since my last check up, due to neglect and a busy work load. At 33, the picture of health, I didn’t think it necessary to visit semi-annually, it was just something I had gotten use to doing. Mom was really big on making sure that we took care of ourselves growing up, so it carried over into adulthood, until recently at least.

In preparation for a trip to Miami a few weeks away, I’d sustained a groin strain or something or another which brought about slight discomfort. Chalk it up to those drastic attempts to be sexy for the beach.

This was the true reason for today’s visit, needed to get back into the gym free of irritation in the slightest. Surely Dr. Kirksey would advise on the necessary steps to remedy the discomfort.

Entering the room with chart in hand scribbling thereon, she walks over to a nearby counter, back facing me. Dr. Kirksey was very pretty, bright white teeth, medium build, about 5’9″, shoulder length hair and mocha chocolate skin. Her hair was pinned up in a style I’d never seen before, leaving a hint of a tatoo showing on the back of her neck. “She gotta wild side? Go ‘head Dr.K! Wit’cho snooty ass.”, I thought to myself and couldn’t help but chuckle a bit.

Hearing my amusement she turned to look and offered, “Sorry! Give me just a moment”, to which I replied, “Take your time, I’m off today!”. Turning back to her paperwork I notice the back of her white coat poking out a bit. I began to visually size her up, as never before had the occasion been found. She was naked in what seemed to be a blink, ass cheeks jiggling slightly with each stroke of her pen and page turned. Losing out to fantasy in this mental mind play, I was erect in no time.

It frightened me so I tried frantically to calm myself down, before she unsuspectingly turned to notice the tent pitched with gown and pole. By the time she turns, a sigh of relief is breathed as the swelling has moreorless subsided from visible embarrassment. Closed mouth grins are exchanged and professionally the doctor/patient song and dance ensues.

Vital signs having been taken and blood pressure checked, I sit upright holding a thermometer under my tongue as deep breaths are breathed – stethoscope on varying spots of chest & back.

Asked to lie back she begins probing in the abdominal region and the mere feel of fingertips causes my penis to throb and twitch. The additional ab exercises would serve me well; as I clinched assuring she’d feel the ripples. “Try to relax for me”, she says with a tone that didn’t convey the least bit of amusement. Closing my eyes, the power of self control is willed from mind over matter, intent to keep from being aroused. “Does it hurt here? What about here? Or here?”, answered with resounding, “No’s”.

Opening my eyes I could see a hint of cleavage from the low lying neck line of her scrubs. Inhaling deeply, eyes are returned to closed position – this wasn’t good! “What in the hell is wrong with me today?”, thought as lips are licked and mind is settled. “Sit up for me please?”, shatters the silence & upright in posture I return. “Is there anything I should know about?”, Dr. Kirksey asks looking directly into my eyes expressionless. Unsure of what to say as obviously my mind was full of sinful lust, I open my mouth but nothing comes out. Gesturing through circular motions with her hands the phrase, “Spill it!”, follows.

Finally managing to mention the groin discomfort, I stand in front of the table to be examined. “Raise the gown and show me exactly where the discomfort is felt”, she orders, while lowering herself onto a stool. I swallow hard and oblige, raising the curtain on a penis in bloom, despite desires of prevention. Pointing to the area in question, less than inches away from dick and ball sack, she reaches out to examine by touch.

Self-control out of the window, flag pole begins to raise and instantly apologies drip from my mouth. “Happens all the time, just relax”, she offers, continuing clinical evaluation. The reality of a woman that close to my semi-erect penis was alluring to say the least. Unable to stop, it grows hard enough to split open, every stitch of skin painfully tightened. Eyes averted upward with an astonishing glare, she pushes her stool back, stands and heads for the door.

She pulls the door open slightly and looks out, closes it back while standing to face it for a few moments. Alas, door locked she turns around, letting down her hair and removing coat from slender shoulders. Taking the stethoscope from her neck, she starts back toward me where not a solitary muscle has been moved. Her eyes affixed to my throbbing rock hardness – biting of her bottom lip becomes almost like silent confirmation of my longing desire. She reaches out, clutching a fist full of my gown & seamlessly removes it. “Ah! So this is why these things tie in the back” I utter with a sinister grin.

Sitting her firm scrub covered ass back onto the stool, reaching out with strokes and a grin, she inserts the head into her hot mouth. That entry was heated beyond 98 degrees, and the moisture accompanying access was both soothing and lava like. Complimentary strokes and suction inviting, my dick melted within her mouth like helpless chocolate in the summer heat. Carrying on like a candy starved youth, hands and mouth were filled with my savory treat. Reaching down into the neckline of her scrub top, pillowy soft breasts were caressed. Pleasantly surprised, she wasn’t wearing a bra, thus unimpeded her melons were fondled as the head game she played so well continued.

Standing up to meet me, our eyes lock and lips follow. Tongue twirls and saliva swapping, this kiss was immensely passionate. Lifting her top off, I start in on her perky chocolate breasts. She moaned while rubbing the back of my neck & head, that spot famous for driving me over the edge, as licking & massaging of her breasts went on non-stop.

Pushing the stool between my legs, I slowly lower myself down to sit – along the way performing tongue tricks on her upper to middle region. By the time I’m seated my hands are caressing her ass, eyes leveled with her wet pussy, now visibly leaking moisture through her scrub bottoms. My mouth waters as deep breaths of her essence fill my nostrils. Smelling good enough to eat, her bottoms are removed and finally her treasure is revealed.

Parting her lips with both fingers, the pearl winks and my tongue greets it with flickers and soft long licks. Two hands latched onto my head she pulls me face first into her grinding hips with twin gyrations mirror matching tongue thrills. My hands full of sex cushion, her ass cheeks are parted and asshole is teasingly toyed with. Responding in kind, her pussy begins to gush with moisture and she groans in approval – body tremors underway. Her pussy I continually lap away at until she pulls back.

Lowering herself onto my lap, bodies separated by a rock hard penis and her mountains of sex appeal, she licks from my face the residue of lust deposited. Entirely turned on I groan, “I’m boutta fuck the shit out’chu Doc!”. She giggles playfully grabbing the back of my neck and whispers, “Shhhhh…”, before planting her supple lips back onto mine. Simultaneously her pelvis is raised and she slides down onto my pole like a skilled fire fighter on call.

Her pussy even warmer than her mouth, sends shock waves of passion through body, mind & soul. We lock eyes as she glides efficiently up, down, up, down, up, down … pausing momentarily to kiss me deeply before resuming. I cradle her ass in my hands from underneath, legs rested securely on my forearms controlling the flow of penis to vagina insertion. Dripping wet, her juices springing from abysmal depths, pour profusely down upon me.

Rising from this position and turning to show off her firm ass, she slaps the right cheek, and bends over exposing that pink core of ecstasy. Tonguing her cheeks precisely, rubbing them along the way, they’re parted and her pussy is eaten greedily from behind. We’re in a semi-standing 69, as she dines on my pole & I on her tasty twat.

With both hands, her cheeks are slapped and she takes this as a signal to be seated. On the throne of my swollen manhood she takes her rightful place. Royal each stroke, her hands on my knees, back arched her hungry snatch swallows with precision. I watch mesmerized by the way her smooth cheeks open on each down stroke to welcome my penis deep within her wanting pocket of lust.

Snatching out completely, leaning forward with an altogether differing arch, she falls back onto the dick taking it into her anus. My eyes widen from excitement as her muscles therein firmly grip every inch of my hardness, massaging, gripping and releasing it with fervor.

I have to admit that I wasn’t anticipating anal sex, it was mind blowing to witness and feel. I began to meet her glides down stroke with approving upward thrusts. Before I knew it, we had worked ourselves into a pounding rhythm yielding sensations overwhelming.

Left hand full of left tit & right hand around her waist for control, our lustful encounter was in high gear. Standing up the desire is to punish that sweet ass from behind, so the stool is slid into position for balance. With both hands securely in place, the grind and slide resumes.

My hand in the small of her back, blow after blow is methodically delivered … balls deep, crashing against the core of her flesh. Both hands around her waist, ass cheeks are watched jiggle and clap whether moving back or forward.

With cumm rising fast, the anticipation of release gives me chills and I begin to shake uncontrollably. I explode into her bowels with an aftershock that would shake the entire west coast – immeasurable by richter scale or human thought. Tears stream from my eyes, in a release so perfect, that I swear the harps are playing and angels sing.

Door knob shaking, keys jingling – the door slowly begins to open. Sweaty & spent we haven’t the energy left to cover ourselves.

Checked up and checking out …

Qosmic Qadence © 2014