Optimism

Current mood: sleepy
Category: Writing and Poetry


I'm staring at the glass that used to be half empty
Pardon me, I mean used to be half full
But now its completely empty
Or should I say soon to be refilled
Or maybe even closed for renovations
Come check out our new completely full Glass!

I need a bigger glass











This reminds me of losing a lover, then realizing it's okay, and finally finding new happiness with the love of your life. I like the way it starts out singular, but then changes to plural.


You may be right. I just wrote the words as they came without much thought. This is a MySpace Original. It's not even in my word processor.


different...nice take on this


my cup runneth over simply because i read this...quite the the inspiration, you are!!! ...listen to me...sound like yoda....hehe.


As long as it is a glass full of Grey Goose.


See, it was half full when it was Grey Goose. Now, its water so it's half empty. Come February, it'll be half full again.


L.A. this is cute, but I can tell you were sleepy.


hmm....sounds like life

Let me try something

Current mood: accomplished
Category: Writing and Poetry


(Untitled)

I can never write a rhyme as great as you.
I can only recite lines and hope they're true.

(Let me try again)

I can never write a line as great as you.
I can only write rhymes and make them true.

(Oh wait)

I can never write a poem as great as you.
I only write rhymes I hope are true.
Is it such a crime to believe in you.

(No. OK This is it)

I can never write anything as great as you.
I can only rhyme lines I wish to come true.
I know it can't be wrong to believe in you.
How will I pass the time until I can see you.

I work, I rest, I play. repeat.
I work, I rest, I play.
Then the seconds become hours become days.
I keep waiting for tomorrow to become today.

What if I wasn't supposed to wait.
What if today is two days late.
Was I supposed to use more haste.
Instead of giving was I meant to take.

I don't think so. I'll just maintain my pace.
Well, at least I hope so. Hope I'm in the right place.
No wait. In fact I know so. It's part of having faith.
In addition to praying. I stay in God's grace.

So, I just keep on writing hoping that never ever comes.
And look foward to the day you stay; then my wait is finally done.







L.A. this was good, but you've done better and you know it, from the undecided beginning to the end. But still a sweet piece.


This is one of my previously unfinished pieces. Some of the recent poems I've put out were also previously unfinished. With this one I decided to include all the possible openings as part of the poem. So the effect is the appearance of indecision. Just trying something to give it a more real feel.


Nice!!!


I think it was sweet. I liked the appeal of indecision and vulnerability within the verses.

Missed Kiss

Current mood: creative
Category: Writing and Poetry


Missed Kiss

The more I think of you my miss
The more places I wish to kiss
Every so often a single tear drips
As I consider forbidden trips
Giving unrequited gifts
Kissing cold lips
As I reminisce
Untouchable hips
'Cuz even though you are my miss
You're married to another's lips
There's only enough warmth for one person's kiss
Too recently my chance I missed
For me. no kiss, no miss, no lips






how hopelessly romantic!!!


Feeling a little silly with this one, weren't you?


Silly? OK


Very sweet. You seem to really be in touch with your emotions lately.


Thank my muse


Awww, so sad. She missed out then.

Lines

Current mood: creative
Category: Writing and Poetry


Lines

Imagine than
I came to see a movie
But I run into you
It really does seem like the best dreams
Always come true

But you tell me
If this dream will last longer than my sleep
Should I just appreciate the chance to meet
A girl like everything I want a woman to be
Or is that too far down for me to see

Maybe we
Should wait and see
Whad'ya say we
Have lunch
Cuz I have a hunch
Soon we'll have dinner
And later wake up together and have brunch







taking it slow is key

Life Expectancy

Current mood: creative
Category: Writing and Poetry


Life Expectancy

I've seen my life
I've seen my wife
Tell me how I can go on living
Knowing how I am going to die

I know my life
I know my wife
Tell me what's the fun of living
Knowing nothing is ever a surprise

I met my wife
I've lived our life
Tell me why it's worth living
Knowing it's already happened in my mind

I know there's a heaven
I've already seen hell
I met the devil
Lord knows I mean well

I've heard so much
Have I heard it all
Can you learn too much
Can you ever know it all

I know there is more to this
I know I can get it done
I know I have things to finish
I know just living is all the fun







I'm not really feeling this one. It seems so negative. Almost like, why keep living if you've already seen it all?

Scent of a Woman

Current mood: creative
Category: Writing and Poetry


Scent of a Woman

Red meat!
S'been a while since I gave that up
But every once in a while I do chew some fat
When I get to cravin
My nose starts to twitch
I start misbehaving
Raving for that scent I miss
The most un-lady-like thing that comes from a lady
Is the most precious thing anyone's ever gave me
The scent of a woman
The essence of the female human
Is the rarest of treats
Its my delicacy
To be savored for hours
A taste that never sours
Oh how I long to eat
The meat I cannot keep
Only taste and nibble a bit
Till my chin glistens from it
Till I can't tell sweat from spit from it
Oh how I long to treasure this gift
Sweet delicious nutritious nurishment
For my mind's, body's and spirit's uplift
This must be heaven sent
Is it for me that this was meant
Must be, the way I revel in it

So can I
Please
You
Me
Touch
Lick
Tease
Suck
Inhale
Rub
Lick some more
And more
Til we're both sore
And we're just getting started
And don't you get me started
After we end
This beginning

Just do me one favor
Prepare to be savored
Relished
Embellished
And played with
I just want to
Touch it
Taste it
Tease it
Please it
So please
Let me

Eat






It's like 2 poems in 1... Quite an apetizer, I might add. What a difference from your "First Time". This is totally tempting with tantalizing teases. I love it!


wow. loved it.


In the beginning, this piece kind of turned me off because i don't like being compared to a piece of meat...but i kept reading it! I think i really enjoyed it....i think...in a dirty sexual passionate sort of way!! !

Give and Take

Current mood: awake
Category: Writing and Poetry



Give and Take

I want to give you everything but I don't know what you want
So.
What?
What can I give?
You want my heart?
Another part?
You and I sounds smart
But, how do we start?
What's my part?
I want to place my hand on your heart and hope to die
So.
Can I.
Can I give you my life and not sell a dream.
Will I get back a wife? Will we be the team?
The team to be
The team to beat
Because we live in dreams
But we never sleep
We're living dreams
Goals we always keep
So.
Do you?
Do you share my hope?
Do you want to build?
Just playing the field?
What is the real?
Lets talk about what we feel?
I can deal.
Keep it real
We can chill.
But I will want to cop a feel.
Build
My seed
Relax, heal
And then rebuild
Before my seed ever spills
Maybe I should just ask
Take off the mask
How do you feel?
Build?
Chill?
I try to get a feel
What is it you want to sell?
I can never tell
Can you tell
I'm lost as hell

But I'm still buyin
I'll keep tryin
Tryin to make a deal
To create somthing real
Feel something mutual
Am I feeling you at all?
How do I tell?
What can I tell?
How do I sell you and I?
Convince you to give us a try
When your eyes haven't dried
From your most recent cry

So.
What?
Can I?
Do you?
Could we?
Will you?
Would we?
Be 1, 2, or 3?






NICE!

I Try

Current mood: listless
Category: Writing and Poetry

I'm going to ride my current inspiration into the ground.


I Try

When I try to be sweet I keep it P.I.
But I cannot lie whenever we meet
When I'm in the street, I try to match eyes
And keep it all smiles while I creep
I sneak and try to keep up with the sky
Namely cloud nine, where you sleep
I hope you see me, when you wake, lying by your side
We'll both be high when we finnally meet
We'll find what we seek in the friendly skies
so we both can ride skies soft as satin sheets
We know we can't hide from the possibilities
So only truth we speak while the possible ties
You and I into you into me into we.
1-2-and-3 truly all the time for all time
You'll find yourself in every line every leak of ink
Every dream I speak with my typing every time
You cross my mind till I can't think of anything
Other than you and me while I lie
You hold my head in your lap where I love to die
But when its between thighs we live through the love we give

Same Poem Twice

Current mood: silly
Category: Writing and Poetry


Spring Break

April showers bring May flowers
Spring is here, everyone knows
Love is blooming, all over it shows
The smell of dewy roses has amazing powers

This year is not like all other years
No more me always the G-Mac
Getting all this love but never giving back
I finally get to be the one who cares

This year is serious; no more playin
I would have said anything for a girl to believe
Pretty soon it was me I had to deceive
Now I'm actually believing what I'm sayin

All I know now is to speak the truth
I hope you can handle it -

- I love you




Spring Break Redux

April showers bring May flowers
The smell of dewy roses has amazing powers

Spring is here, everyone knows
Love is blooming, all over it shows

This year is not like all other years
I finally get to be the one who cares

No more me always trying to mack
Getting all this love but never giving back

This year is serious; no more playin
Now I'm actually believing what I'm sayin
I'll say anything for you to believe
All I ever knew was to lie and deceive

All I know now is how to be truth
I hope you can handle it I love you






It was a nice little poem, even though it talks of Spring, now when everyone is facing Winter; was it nice enough, you think to do it twice? Oh yeah, your current mood was 'silly'.


I like the spacing better the in the "Redux". It seems to flow a lot smoother. Sweet.

Mother's Day

Current mood: sleepy
Category: Writing and Poetry



2nd Mother

You didn't teach me how to drink
You taught me how to think
How to treat ladies
How to meet ladies
How to see ladies
How to live in this world
To be a man not a girl
You gave me muscles I can't get from curls
With a simple yes or a no
You gave me so much more than you know
Even though I don't say it
You are a great mother



thank u 4 that little peom .i like






Cute. Simple. Sweet. I'm sure it would bring a smile to your mother's face.


It did. It was a card for my Step Mother on Mother's Day

Special Kiss

Current mood: chipper
Category: Writing and Poetry


(Untitled)

Do you know what I want? You do I believe
Its less what I want but more what I need

Something to accomplish before I proceed
Something undone something more to achieve

Don't think it's a conquest. That'll never be
It's more of a challenge. There's more to me

S'far as I can remember. Far's I see
Someone's been missing from all the parties

Like something's been promised but never received
Or some special thing you never meant to leave

Virginity all over, that's what it is
Even if I've never had the thing I miss

Like something more than a kiss; sex is less
Only our minds come together for this

Virtually almost know what this thing is
Except I'm not sure I deserve such gifts

Let me know I'm not just being foolish
Otherwise we have left something unfinished
Very well may be - you, love, me? My last wish
Endless kissed first kiss forgets last kiss





It's a nice little piece, it just makes you sound a little lonely; as if you are just experiencing a breakup. It belies your notation that your mood is "chipper".


This one was just something I had written before and was just now posting. So my mood was chipper when I posted. But there is a definite longing in this poem. The experience is way after a break up just trying to find that one great kiss again. Plus I like kissing. And a lot of people don't kiss anymore.

My First time

Current mood: crazy
Category: Writing and Poetry

Forgive the language. The rest is self explanatory. No story necessary



Miss Stank #1

Since you're so clever
Tell me would you ever,
Eat out a girl whose pubic hair needed air?

If your head was between legs
That smelled of rotten eggs
Just tell me would you lick, a smelly clit?

What if you were rubbing the clit,
And your whole hand fell into it
Would you ever fuck a girl who probably fucked the world?

Would you eat it any way?
Fuck so she won't call you gay?
Maybe some condoms could give some width to your dick.

Maybe, she might get up and clown
Then would you be able to pound,
A hole the size of a whale, as big as hell?

Why don't you stir it up,
Like coffee in a cup?
Just clink around the sides. What a ride!

Maybe she might get on top,
And rock and roll my jock
But she doesn't want to take a ride. I wonder why?

What'll she say once out of bed?
"I fucked you," nuff said.
But, what if you never reached the top? Never went pop?

What if as soon as you start you're ready to stop?
Suffice it to say my first time was a flop.






Wow...I feel really sory for you. sounds like a terrible experience.
Sounds like enough to make you never wanna do it again... yuck!


lol...i'm sorry if that's from experience...and I really REALLY hope u didn't lick that stuff lol


The surprising thing looking back is all the bullets I dodged. I never so much as caught a cold from a girl. I'm proud of my self control and appreciate that experiences like this one helped make that control stronger.


Hmm...and you tried it again after that?


My word no! I never go back to wack snatch.


All I can say is, if that was your first time, "Poor Baby!!! I certainly hope you've found better experiences to save you from giving up sex altogether! The kudo I feel like giving you for this piece is not for the experience, but for the "black comedy" it represents.

Bi Polar

Current mood: content
Category: Writing and Poetry

I wrote these two back to back. I don't remember which was first (I think it was the one you will read first). No titles but you'll see.


(Untitled)
I wrote my heart for you
And hoped the dreams would come true

Then long after number three, I came to see
That some dreams won't come true for you or me

So I'm finna give up hope and cope
Cause to be honest you ain't that dope

Not necessarily that you lack the looks
But it takes somewhat more than looks to keep me hooked

Looks don't comfort me from far away
They don't stay with me on lonely days

It's the words that make me sure I'm sure
And I'm sure your words ain't actually that mature

When you're here though, it's the look in your eyes
And the look of your eyes show me the lies

Don't think you can hide it in your voice
Cause this nigga don't buy shit like twelve year old boys

Maybe in your hips but not in your lips
You can't hide shit if your ass can't kiss

So now I ask why, why this lie
I already know you're not my type





(Untitled Part 2)

I wrote my heart for you
And hoped the dreams would come true

Then long after number three I began to see
That dreams can come true for you and me

So I'm never gone give up hope
Cause your love is so dope

How can I describe complexity in simple words
Love is like some thing of another world

There are no words English or Hebrew
To fully describe my feelings for you

It's the look at me with your eyes
And the caress as you pass me by

Then when we embrace, face to face
And who knows, who cares, who else is in our space

If I could sing it, it would ring
For every ever my God could bring

But I can find the right note
Or quite find it in the right quote

So I write it forever as it is
Eternally for you from you until our kids' kids

More Early Stuff

Current mood: creative
Category: Writing and Poetry

I used to exclsively write Petrarchan Sonnets. I started with Shakesperian Sonnets and "evolved" into Petrarchan. I came these recently.
Of course, I want to see how they go over now.
Notice

If you could only ever watch one thing
What would it be?
Of all the beauty and the joy life brings
What would you see?

Imagine to always see any one anything
To be able to see the future like the past
Imagine looking at pictures that always last
To be able to see every note a singer sings

What would you notice while you're looking?
How deep would you'go to find what you seek
What keeps your attention? What makes you think?
How would you feel watching your favorite thing?

Do you know what my one thing to see would be
I'd love to see you looking back at me



#1

When you hide what you feel the words ain't real
Trying to see through lies like a forest of vines
Too much bull crap to smell the truthful lines
Wondering if I can believe you feel what I feel

Is it fear that keeps us from being so near
Scared to love me, don't you know I love you
Since before I met you, I've pictured us as two
If only you knew, for you are my tears

Can we ever find a way to be together
Someone always seems to be between you and me
Something has to be done if we are ever to be
Could it be now, or never - us - together - forever

If today is our last day, then of course you may
Say what you feel always so we both can say -


- I love you


FYI - I do have new stuff. I want to try something first though. Bear with me. It'll come soon. I want to have a story to go with the new poems. And I want to finish my book. I'm wayyyyy behind schedule

Player Shit

Current mood: tired
Category: Writing and Poetry

A friend told me the other day that some of my poetry had a player feel to it. It was something that I never noticed. And today, I'm writing my final few poems and I realize she was right. I don't have any game in real life. But some of my poetry does have smooth flow to it. I have always denied the playerness because I fancy myself a different type of guy.

So what's the difference? Try these out and then I'll tell you the difference.

Love (1993)

If I'm in Los Angeles
And you're so far away
How is it I can feel your kiss
Each and every day?

How can you love someone
If they're never there?
How do you know there's only one?
If you both still care

What is the one time you felt her warmth?
Was when the romance began
Can you still hold her in your arms?
I believe you can

We shall meet again - I hope its true
But if we never…
… I'll always love you



(Untitled)

Let's do something
Let's explore something new
The closer I get to the fun thing
The more I get to know you
I don't know if I love you
But I know I can
I don't know if you want to
But I'll be your man
Just grab my hand
Then look into my eyes
Tell me we can do it again
Just you and I for both our lives

Every day with you is a brand new day
Each day we fall in love a brand new way

(Untitled)
I wrote my heart for you
And hoped the dreams would come true

Then long after number three, I came to see
That some dreams won't come true for you or me

So I'm finna give up hope and cope
Cause to be honest you ain't that dope

Not necessarily that you lack the looks
But it takes somewhat more than looks to keep me hooked

Looks don't comfort me from far away
They don't stay with me on lonely days

It's the words that make me sure I'm sure
And I'm sure your words ain't actually that mature

When you're here though, it's the look in your eyes
And the look of your eyes show me the lies

Don't think you can hide it in your voice
Cause this nigga don't buy shit like twelve year old boys

Maybe in your hips but not in your lips
You can't hide shit if your ass can't kiss

So now I ask why, why this lie
I already know you're not my type



The difference is simple. I write, I don't say. If you read through all my poems, I'm careful about the use of the word love. Love is both final and eternal for me. I'll always write love poems because love never dies. But I have rarely ever experienced that romantic love. I will always seek it never the less.

I'm even more careful in my interactions. It may seem like disinterest or some kind of game, but it is certainly neither. I have to be sure. Being a child of divorce, I fear putting any child through that. It's not an impossible situation, but its not easy. When I meet a woman, I always look all the way down the line, even if I'm only dealing with a one night stand. Not that I have many of those. It's never that pressing. I can wait.

Because of that. I don't sell dreams. I don't make promises I can't keep. I probably would have had a lot more sex if I did. (A LOT) But I don't so I didn't. I'm eternally open to change but that's one thing that never will. I refuse to compromise also. I want all or nothing. And I've accepted and have become comfortable with the possibility of nothing.

I just hope not too comfortable.






I think a lot of your poems sound like they are speaking from fear of being hurt. Maybe this is not the case, but it's the vibe I get. Poetry is an art form, and art imitates life, which in turn imitates art. The same is true for me, as I am most inspired to write when I am lonely, hurt, or afraid. Perhaps if you are using your poetry as an outlet to express your inner emotions, others may not always fully understand. What is most important is that you are true to yourself. We will all post comments telling you what we like and dislike, and although I am a fan, I will not (and do not) like everything you write, but my opinion doesn't really matter because I am not you and your art is a reflection of you, the artist. So just keep writing what you feel. Maybe when you find that one true deeply romantic love that takes you to another world, you will look back over your work and find that it no longer has a "player" feel. Your poetry will reflect what you feel inside...


Fear of being hurt. I think you have it. But also, I want to express a desire to not hurt. That's the anti-player. I don't know how often that comes across.


I disagree with the friend who feels that "player" vibe in your poetry (and by extension, you if you agree with that friend). I also enjoyed these untitled additions.


Its good to know I had skills all the way back then.

The Story Update

I know a lot of you read "The Story" and thought it was new. It was actually posted two and a half months ago. I re-posted it (For people who want to know how, just edit your old blog and change the date) for people who hadn't a chance to read it originally. I have to update you all though because I actually re read it today and I need to do so.

So...
I am no longer depressed. That actually went away like a few days after I wrote "The Story". I have to say it was the responses from my friends that helped with that. Kanye West had been reverberating in my head for the past year. I know what he was saying to me. I needed to lock my self in the house and really get my grind on. The question was when to start. Then came probation.
I am an optimist forever. These past few months I have had my moments as repressed stressed released itself. It’s mostly gone. I have new stresses but I am so much more dynamic now that I face it dead on and deal with it right away. Life is good.
Rick and Brandon came. I got a chance to hang with them. The curfew thing is not as strict as I thought it would be. I quit my job. I am taking a huge risk by leaving steadier money to sell used cars, furniture and appliances online. (If yall need some stuff, holler at ya boy! I came up this weekend.) Everything is looking up! My only worry now is whether or not I will ever drink again. Today, I don't think so. We'll see what happens in Vegas. (That is, of course, only if you are there too!)
So that's the update. I am having fun everyday because I have no idea what tomorrow brings. (Especially at these auctions) Come February, I know we will have so much more fun. The reason I may not drink is because I may be high of adrenaline. Now that you all have been updated, I hope those of you on the fence will come celebrate with me in Vegas.

The Story

So in October, I allowed my cousin to come out to Atlanta. I hadn't seen him in years. He had been in jail for this and that since he was 16. He was my favorite and I was glad to have him back in my life. We were supposed to put our heads together and start an enterprise. Apparently, he had some ideas that had impressed my dad. So I was eager to get him down hear and hear about his plans.

So he gets here. I am excited. But immediately, the excitement begins to fade. This is not the boy I grew up with. He looks the same. He doesn't talk the same. Some things are similar, some are different. This is a changed man. And his plans...
To call a spade. There are none. Specifically, he wants to sell Chronic. The plan initially sounds good. The risk is low. The profit is good. Something is missing though. I couldn't see it then. Obviously, I wish I could have seen it.
What was missing was discipline. Everything was loose from day one. And it got looser as the days went by. I was so wrapped up in showing my cousin a good time, reconnecting and getting him comfortable enough to stay, that I missed the opportunity to build a successful enterprise. Illicit as it was.
To the point. In November, I let my cousin use the truck while I was at work. Later we were supposed to go out. He was supposed to have sold the last two ounces of weed that day. When he showed up, though, it was bad business. He wasn't able to sell the ounces. I automatically assumed he left them at the house. I should have asked. I didn't until we were getting pulled over. (I had pulled out onto the street with out putting my headlights on.)
So now, I (since I was driving) am on probation for possession with intent (a felony). It will be reduced upon completion to a misdemeanor and discharged.
Initially, I was under the impression that it wouldn't be that bad. Just have to check in and stay straight for a short while. The only bad thing was looking at living in Georgia for longer than I wanted.
Then I went to the orientation for probation.
I came out nervous as hell. The first six months is supposed to intensive. I had no idea what that meant. I do now. I can't drink. I can't have alcohol in my house. I have a 7pm curfew everyday of the week. (it would be 5pm if I wasn't working) Since I work at a restaurant, I can only do lunch shifts. (That's the big money time of day!) And I can't leave the state, under any circumstances. I have to get permission to leave the county. So, I am cancelling trips to Ohio, Florida, LA and Jamaica.
So that's the major change in my life. The good side is I will be home and sober. That means I can write more. Read more. Plan more and make a few power moves from the comfort of my home. I am depressed now. I 'm sure that will go away. Hopefully, I will be richer in February for the experience, both spiritually and financially.
I hope you all understand. Even though I set this as preferred, I will most likely add everyone who asks.

Not many would share this or see the optimistic aspect.

"No drugs or alcohol, so I can get the signal clear,"

This is a blessing. Never forget that. You will come out richer since you obviously see the error in your ways. God's just leading you back to Him so you can get yourself back on track to the road He's paved for you. Remember THAT plan, that I as the reader, should come to a conclusion of?? Well get packing cause God's leading you back to it. This is good. You have the understanding, now have patience. It'll be over soon. And just in time, right? FEBRUARY >> Vegas. Yay for me. I'm curious. How was your cousin during that pullover and after? Is he still out there with you? Did he learn any lessons?

He didn't learn. He actually went to jail last month in Vegas. I don't know if you heard about it on the news. That was him. It’s probably a wrap for him. It’s sad.

Living Word

Current mood: sleepy
Category: Writing and Poetry

Living Word

I wanna give life to words
As you bring my words to life
I want to smile at seemingly similar similes
As big as all the alliterations I always write
Like doing the same thing
With the same women
To the same woman
At the same time
In the same place
But not the same pace
And not the same rhyme
Not in the same stance
Not at the same rhythm
Like saying the same word with different meanings
Like being in a different place with the same being
Get my drift

Saying the same thing with different words
You heard me
Like action without the presence of any verbs
Anything is possible if you believe just that
Because life is love and love is not an act
Love is a fact
And life is how you act

Black on Black

Current mood: relaxed
Category: Writing and Poetry

Black on Black

Do black people have the time
For black on black crime
And why do we whine
And chase behind
So called man kind
Do you know why
They call themselves mankind
Because that's what kind
Of animal type
They try to hype
Themselves up as
Time after time
And we all want to wind
Up as tea in their cup
Now we've all been tricked
And we're getting raw dicked
It was such a sinch
Just ask Willie Lynch
'Cause he put us in this pinch
When he wrote that letter
Instructions to fuck us better
And we gave wetter header
After that letter
We ain't trust our brothers
We hate our sisters and mothers
But we trust our uncle
Who ain't my mother's brother
But some other
Power lover
And another
Thing
We bring
To each other
When we sing
Is an empty space
Filled with hate
Against our own race
Cuz I live in another state
And it ain't even my place
Hell, I stand in another's land
This ain't my sand
At this beach
But we still teach
That this land is our land
This ain't even our home
We're all on the roam
All alone
Heated to the bones
Seeking anything
To quench this itch
But hol' on
It won't be long
Till we belong
Brother to brother
Sister to sister
Mother to father
And father to mother
All
Together now to each other
Fuck all the rest
We black on black





Um... I like the words and the message. Good rhythm.


Thank you! The rythm is what I work towards. Lately, more so than the rhyme. The subject matter is rare for me so I really enjoy that you liked it.


Truth is what it is.


It's three-quarters pessimistic, one-quarter optimistic, but I like it.


Hi Jason,
I really liked this one especially the part that starts with "We ain't trust our brothers
...ain't my mother's brother"


Marijuana man, marijuana




This is deep. I can appreciate the knowledge expressed.


I really like what ur saying here....keepin it real

Tomorrow

Current mood: tired
Category: Writing and Poetry

Tomorrow

I wish
Besides a kiss
I mean I miss
Despite your thighs
The thing I try to find
It is your eyes
The way they look at me
So unapologetically
Emotionally
What do they see
Perhaps you and me
Being
Together completely
When we return
What will we learn
Of each other
How to be lovers
Or will we end
As we begin
Truly friends
Perhaps we can
Begin true friends
And end
Hand in hand
Gland in gland
Woman and man
Or maybe it will never end
And
We will forever send
Love notes
Filled with quotes
Full of hope
That we can last
Way past
A day that never comes
Way past
The day we stopped being young
Until that day
We lay and wait
We see a woman become a girl
We experiencen the world
We see a man become a boy
Then sorrow turns to joy
After we defeat each others' sorrows
Together until today becomes tommorow





This one is very thought-provoking. I like the way you tied in the past, present, and future. And very realistic... It made me feel like it was about me.


It is for you


That's sweet. Thanks... lol :)


Perhaps I'm reading to much into it, but it reads as if there was a love lost through a misunderstanding, that was "refound" with the hope of a better one. Shows much optimism for tomorrow. I like it.


You hit it right on the head


this is definitely one of your best pieces! You should listen to John Legend everyday...


John Legend wasn't even out when I wrote this. But he was when I posted it. But I just got the new CD so I'mma listen to only it while I work. For about a week.


Very nice L.A :)


Wow! This almost didn't make the book.

Poor Democrats

So I was going to let another political fiasco go by with out saying a word about it. I mean, I thought about talking about the gay Republicans. I thought about talking about why Barack Obama may or may not be the first black president of the United States. Or why Hillary Clinton may or may not be the first woman president. But no, I will talk about why John Kerry will never be president and why the Democrats are going to get their asses handed to them next week.

I'm listening to Frank and Wanda this morning (I wanna find Frank after this and tell him how wrong he is on this), and they are talking about this Kerry fiasco. It didn't become a fiasco until he apologized. I knew he would and when he did, I just shook my head.

The Republican party has the best spin doctors in the universe. Virtually all of America is afraid to say the wrong thing about this war we allegedly won years ago. Its been years people. Remember Bush in the flight suit. How dare we mention how many soldiers are still dying lest we insult the soldiers who will die tomorrow. Don't even point out the FACT that more soldiers die in a month now than the entire time before Saddam was caught and victory was declared. And by no means, should you ever, ever, EVER ask when we are going to pull out of Iraq. The answer by the way is - when we have something going on bigger than Iraq going on.

Just my take for the ones who want to know about what Kerry said. (By the way - he told a bunch of college students to study and get good grades or they would end up in Iraq.) He made a reference to options. But mainly, he was talking about the draft. There will be one. And if you flunk out of school. Or can't pay. Or have to leave. You're going to Iraq. Soldiers who are already enlisted, had a choice. They chose to enlist. Picked the branch. And tested for a job they would like to have. A draftee has less of a choice. They will be tested but they get last priority compared to enlisted men/women. All that is to say - Study or Front Line.

Kerry is a smart man. But as smart men do, (think Gore turning down Clinton's help) he made a fatal error. He backed down to the Republican spin machine. For Christ sakes! There are gay congressmen chasing minors!!! (The key word is minors not gay) AND he back down to a democratic party he has all but turned his back on. John Kerry has (had) the democratic nomination whether or not they wanted to give it to him. He starts out as unafraid and independent of everyone. Then he buckles. He buckled in '04. He's buckling now. Two years later! That's chronic buckling. You don't want to be known as a chronic buckler. People like to play with buckles. Push the button while they're at the light. Push it when they're on long trips just to pass time. Just checking to see if it still works or how long it will last. John Kerry has become a sometime safety restraint. Sometime plaything. He's a buckle.

The Democratic National Convention is only partially to blame. Granted they buckled first. But they are just an approval body. They are supposed to represent all registered Democrats. Whether or not they actually do that is of no concern. They continue to get punked by the Republicans. It takes a candidate who operates oblivious to Democratic cowardice. Like Bill Clinton. Like Barack Obama. Like Hillary Clinton. Not like John Kerry.

But don't ask me. I voted for Nader. I probably will again.

Love (1994)

Current mood: listless
Category: Writing and Poetry

This is from the notebook. I'm inputing all that on the computer now. It's full of older poems and unfinished stuff as well as the new poems I wrote. The last poem I wrote was an unfinished one I was able to finish as I typed it into the computer. Anyhow, all that is to say I have more coming. So old, old stuff. Some brand new and some in between.

AND!!!

Excerpts from my non-fiction. "The Super Senior's Guide to College Living"

Love

No girl has ever touched G-Mac
No girl so far outside the sac

No girl is there in Los Angeles
No girl has me dream of her angel's kiss

No girl has held me without a touch
No girl is in my thoughts ever so much

No girl who never held my hand
No girl moves me to be a true man

No girl has made marriage not far away
No girl has made that tomorrow like yesterday

One girl has really touched my life
One girl even if she can't be mine
One girl is always on my mind
One girl I'll still ask to be my wife

Wow. It's funny how I wrote that line about marriage not being far away 12 years ago. I guess its all relative. I still believe.






i really enjoyed this piece...the only thing i didn't understand was the first two lines. What does "G-Mac" mean? It was too clever to begin with those two lines. Just my opinion...but who am I;-)


It was 1994. I had a million and one nick names for myself. And I don't change my poems. I may write another similar one. That's just how I roll.


I enjoyed the piece; it reflects a sensitive nature, however "negetive". I suppose that's an indication of that "mood" you were in at the time.


Keep reading. I feel like the newer stuff is much much better than the old. I really believed I would marry the girl I wrote this for. I think that feeling only happened one other time. Looking back now...


i have felt this way before and i never want to be married and i'm only 18...


Interesting poem. Not bad.
Janice


Check the better stuff

Fellow Writers

Current mood: impressed
Category: Writing and Poetry

Since I have begun to invite people to my blog, I also have been subscribing to more people's blogs. My MySpace experience has begun to change drastically for the positive because of that. I get to enjoy the work of many, many talented people. Some people have begun to share, who may not have if not for MySpace. I credit my brother for urging me and I had a few poems on BlackPlanet back in the day, but if not for MySpace and you all's comments, I would have never shared this much and been inspired to write more. I really never wanted my first book to be poetry but...the people have spoken.

This is just to emphasize the positive aspects of MySpace. Sure there are all kinds of slutty little kids, wierdos, wackos, Jack-O, pedophiles, nut jobs and pornographers here. But so are there out in the world and worse. I just don't walk down those roads. Anywhere. Its all about the good a thing can do. I focus on that. And when my strength gets week, I have my friends here to help me out. So thank you all. Again for the comments. And for making MySpace so very positive for me. You all are the very best MySpace has to offer.

And to my fellow writers, I have always been wary of the poetry house scene. But if Apache is anything like talking with you, I will see you all there soon. I got the first round. And if not, you all are my scene and MySpace is my personal coffee house. So (Snaps) to you!

Be good everybody.






Its good to have a medium that you can really dive into. I have to say that I wholly enjoy your works, and I feel lighter when I release some of my creative energy and spill my guts for the world to read. This medium allows for a little bit of privacy, even when you are opened up to the whole world wide web... keep up the flow... and (snap), I dig. LOL

You are so right about the positive energy. Since you invited me to join your blog, I have been inspired to begin writing again. Writing is a passion that I have enjoyed since I was just a kid, but the cares of life tend to diminish those little extras sometimes. I haven't posted any of my work yet, but I guess after the new year I'll plan on posting some blogs of my own and hitting a few open mics in the Atlanta area. Of course I'm a little nervous, but I have a talent that God gave to me and nobody can take that away.

So in the meantime I'll keep reading your work and probably join a few other blogs. But be on the lookout for me next year!

Keep up the good work. You truly are an inspiration.

Exactly! You do have a talent and many more. You should share it everyday and in every way you can. MySpace is just one of the ways. I am sure we all look foward to the day you are ready to share with us. Keep it positive.

I am glad that you have been able to use Myspace as a positive experience in your writings....personally I enjoy reading the thoughts and views of people I've never met...it kinda gives you the opportunity to look through someone's eyes from a view youmay have never seen otherwise....so I gues what I mean is keep doing what you do and do it well...life is going to be what you make of it so continue to enjoy, share, and relate.....looking forward to more writings!!

OK...I hate this...I just had all the typos in the world up there...lol...I'm at work...ya know sneaking and stuff, so I just wanted it to be known that I caught my own typos!!!.lol...

What I want

Current mood:Watching the dummy on TV
Category: Life

I want to write a real poem
Something not real short and not real long
Something the somewhat feels like a song
Something people feel they can follow along
And when they do, they feel like they belong
I write from wrongs to tell right from wrong
I try to right the wrong when I write the wrong
Sometimes I fear I write it wrong
At the end of the day
I just want people to get it
I want them to feel sympathetic
I don't want to have to ask them if they dig it
I don't want to come off as overly pathetic
So I try and write and post til people feel it
Then I write some more and more til I have a real hit
I just wanna have mass appeal
I just wanna know what's the deal
I just want you to know if I didn't care
I wouldn't be there
I just would not share
I just like to show how we got there
You know misery loves company
And sometimes I want to bring my whole page with me
Everywhere I go I want to take MySpace with me
I want you all to be comfortable with me
I want to drag yall into trouble with me
That way you all get to learn with me
And then you get to earn with me
A clear way to see
A new way to think
So we all can be
Perfect whole and complete






lol... it was cool until you started talking about dragging people into trouble with you. but i feel you.


I wouldn't drag anyone into trouble with me literally. I meant while they were reading my stories. They could feel like they were getting into the same things I got into in the past.


You have a surreal depth abouth you. It is worhty of acknowledgement and appreciation. Especially because you are so willing to share all the intricacies of what's happening inside you... Don't worry about mass apeal. Those who appeal to the masses fall prey to the masses. Who you are is enough...Be you in all your faults and complexities. Be you and all u are is ENOUGH!!!


Thank you! I know to most people, mass appeal would seem to imply that I would change to fit in with everyone. On the contrary, I notice the most respected people are the people who are never afraid to be themselves. And that is what I strive for.


Good times in the LLC!!! You just earned yourself a drink in Vegas.

All the Girls

Current mood: refreshed
Category: Writing and Poetry

The other thing I wrote is the new poem. This I wrote a few years ago. It fits with my recent experiences in Atlanta.


All the Girls

For all the girls I ever cheated on
For all the girls who ever cheated on me
For all the girls who've ever been in my poems
To all the girls who've ever been sung a song
And all the who've written a poem
I wonder did you ever love me
I wonder if we were ever meant to be
Like one plus one equals three
Eternally
You and me and he is we
Just us three
A family
Ultimately
A dynasty
Going down in history
But now we're just history
No more you and me
Just memories
And an apology
I tried not to lie
Not to make you cry
Only to love you for life
To be your man
I tried
And maybe in trying
I missed my wife
Lost track of my life
Maybe I'll never get it right
A son and a wife
But who said that's right
Billions of sons
Bu only one wife
Maybe they're wrong
And my way is right
What if
Just what if
You could all be my wife
Just you and you and her and I
For the rest of our lives

So I'm sending this kite

To the reasons I write
A new reason to write
My new outlook on life
Instead of doing too much
I can get it just right





I like that poem. I can relate to it whole heartedly.

More For Her/Them

Current mood: exanimate

I am hot on the trail a a new poem about all te girls I let pass me by. There was a break in the action, so I went back to the Blue book. (Its a book I wrote in and I am typing the poetry from it in to the computer so I can compile my book.) What I came across was one more poem for the girl I wrote for before. I began to think (DAMN! I wrote a lot for her!) But then I came to the next poem. I wrote that one for a different girl. And I went back to the time when I wrote it. The girl in the second poem turned up pregnant and left alone since the last time I saw her. At the time, I was afraid of the same ting happening the the first girl ("Something for Her").

All of this ties in to the new poem. It seems like I write the same poems over and over in various ways. I think I keep it fresh and new. And I know I continue to improve. I hope, what the new poem will show is a new way to look at the same topic. But I ramble. Here it is another two for one!
Be good everbody!


For Someone Else's Girl

I am confused because nothing is fa'sho
And I am unsettled by what little I do know
Like knowing that I love you
But I don't know what to do
I am so sure this love is true
But there's something more in this truth
Do I love you as a friend
Or simply as a lover
Or are you the one other who will be there till the end
If so, how can I stand
To be with you after
After longing so much
How did you become so priceless
So compelling to my touch
How do I tell you
And make you understand
How would I even know
You think of me as more than
Any other man
A friend
A lover
Worse, someone plutonic
Or would you make me sicc
And consider me just another…
On down the road of life
Could I be your husband
To my wife
Can I perform for you
I know I can be true
But will I ever do
More than stay confused
Can I face the truth
Would I waste youth
Chasing temporary dreams
Can you mean less than you seem
Are you just another player on someone else's team
Or are you truly clean
Still naïve to all things unseen
And still lacking in finer things
Inexperienced
In the difference
Between love and lust
So eager to trust
Me, he
Anybody
Lucky enough
To be the first
To gain your trust
And the one thing I fear
Is that you will never hear
My voice upon your ears
Ring so true we all come to tears
And let you feel
The emotions I keep within
With my heart in your hand
I hope you'll understand
That through all these years
It's you I hold so dear
And want to be near
I wish I could make it clear
I want to know more than a name
I want to play more than some games
I want to make it plain
I want to be in your like
As I want you in my life
And when comes time to choose my wife
I can look to my best friend
And you will look back and accept me as a friend

Lover

Man

And

Husband





Hoes

Can't treat every girl like a hoe
But every girl I meet turns out to be one
And it sure as hell ain't no fun
Cuz I never got none
I didn't even shoot one
Not even a little bit
Ever slipped out from my tip
Not one drip
But shit
It ain't like I even pursued the butt
I just wanted to gain the trust
But when another comes with lust
Fuck being a goddess, they'd rather be sluts
Not that it was her though I hated
Simply I was totally devastated
That she could have ever mated
With niggas so lowly rated
Who degraded
Frustrated
And demonstrated
They were on some fake shit

Why could they never understand
That a true man
Has no other plans
But to hold hands
Maybe explore mammory glands
But nothing more than
True romance
Cuz a true man
Can wait to lay in the sand
Till he has enough Trojans
To prevent the unplanned
And never has more planned
Than
To be a good man
And will only be a father after a husband






U DID THAT!!!


I like em both, but I like all of ur writings.


Keep it coming Mr. Writer hopefully 1 day I'll get an autographed book of poetry or stories & what nots from you. ;)


I like that you coupled these two poems together. It reminds of how people have the tendency to put the objects of their desire on these uattainable pedestals which in reality, sets them up for failure. That person can never live up to the unrealistic expectations that we set for them. In he end, you feel like a fool for believeing that they coud in the first place.


Awww. You're so smart! Smarty Art!!


The first one was like a sad fond memory of past relationships that seem to have dissipated. This is so true, the fear, trust, dreams, and reservations that drive our relationships to success or failure...
The second one was a little shocking. Almost like they don't fit together. But still true, as I think many men resort to categorizing women as whores when we move on.


I never knew people would see the second one that way. I never wrote about any woman who moved on. I almost exclusively write about women desire or desired to be with and never did. I have written a few for women I actually dated but its rare that I would do that. But interesting comment. I do feel that way. My feelings were hurt when I saw the inspiration for "Hoes" had become yet another single mother.

Christine

Category: Writing and Poetry


Story for Christine

There was a bird
No one knew what kind
But you knew it was a bird
Even if you were blind
What you wouldn't see
If you could see
Was just how ugly a bird could seem
This bird was mean
And some parts were green
And some more were unclean
If you had ever seen
A dream like this
You would let out a scream
And wake up quick
Because the bird was sick
But no one noticed
Who would care to take care of it
How many would even dare to sit
With this bird who could make you itch
There were those
Who chose
To take this chance
Do a little dance
And get in the pants
They would never get enough
Cuz even though the bird didn't look rough
It was real tough
But its life was being spent
Real quick
Until a blind man found it
The man cared for birds
And to this one he gave all his love
The bird showed what it was really made of
The bird was actually a dove
The man wondered what he was blessed for
It was because
He gave respect
And didn't wonder what would happen next
He just made sure
To right all the wrongs that happened before
And made a beautiful future
Forever more






I like the rhyming. It is nice. And I like the moral too! Good job.

who's christine?

Its not important. It is actually the person's real name.

forevermore?

tha's so RAVEN... lol wait.. that's a disney show...oh well. i was thinkin edgar allen poe.

well done.

rather simple in structure.. but.. hey.. mission accomplished. .

Finally the comment. Thank you buddy. I was going for the Raven thing. And I do wish for more complex structures at times, but whatever comes out is what I use.

i like the poem & its not too complicated 2 understand ;)

That's what real love is all about. I don't know who Christine is, but good for her.

Christine was a dream that never came true

Old, old, OLD Stuff

Current mood: relaxed
Category: Writing and Poetry



These poems are from 1992! I just wanted to gauge where I've come in all those years. I need input on these compared to the new stuff.



World Hear My Silent Cries

The sullen Giant, standing among small trees
Watching life; please, let me in, please

Bending down to listen or admiring a flower
My enjoyment and pleasure last less than an hour

Forced alone away from the world
If only my hair wasn't so dryly curled

And could have a nice wave
Or even lay straight
Missing memories I'd like to save
Hope I'm not too late

So is weak; not a good ending
In short, in brief are better conclusions
To express the message I'm sending
I don't care about ignorant dillusions

It ain't over; no not just yet
I'd like to tell you; I like a bet
Lucky dice; I have two sets
Best of luck, I never let them see me sweat

Got many lines just need one gut
To stop feeling sorry and eyeing your butt
Trip on my tongue and hear you say - what?
If life was a movie I would say - cut!!!

Gained so much wisdom it caused me the blues
Integrity and honesty are not good virtues

Those who like lies and deceptions
End up alone in their natal conception

Unwed with child and small income
Missed the bus to Kingdom come

But even still he's so fine
He don't even need a mind
Not important to be real kind
All that matters is a cute behind

Trapped alone in solitary confinement
Nothing to do but enrich my mind with;
Books
And looks
Learned how to be a crook
Count all the stuff I ever took

Now lets calm down with a final resolution
Think its time to come to a conclusion

Love of my life
Will be my wife
Yet fear of rejection cuts like a knife
'm looking forward towards jobs and domestic strife

This is the end
Are you my friend
Now hear the message that I send
Beware of boys who act like men

See! I warned them! All the way back then. I was still a virgin and everything. Not even in High School yet. I only have these two poems by luck as I lost an entire notebook filled with poetry in high school. (Westchester to be exact) I know some LaDera niggah was gettin much lovin from my stuff. But I won't dwell.

Here's the next one:

Love #1

There's a place in my heart
Where all my valuables are set apart

It feels so good when you touch me there
No not there, above my underwear

Somewhere just below my chin
Somewhere deep, deep within

I might let you in, but you must swear
Swear on love, say you really care

Once I let you in, what're you going to do
Are you going to love me, will you be true

How long will it last
Will it last more than a few days
You don't even have to ask
I can love you a hell of a lot more than 69 ways


I actually got an A on the first one. It was for an english class. The reason I was sitting all alone is because I was on punishment for not wiriting the poem on time. Well, that was a fun trip down memory lane. Tell me what you think guys








You asked me to comment on one of your blogs, so here it goes. This is a poem I wrote not to long ago for a special friend. I think Imma post as a blog on my page. Let me know what you think.
But be nice. In the words of Erykah Baud...I'm an artist, so Im sensitive about my shh...




Before I slept
I spoke your name


Barely audible
Only a whisper


My lip moved slightly
less than a pulse


The faries and love angels
very nearly caught the wish
heard the prayer


Before I closed my eyes
I thought a thought
not quite a thought
dare I dream of you anymore...


All but hope I retire this night
less than a dream
in a drift


each night less and less




Before I slept...
I spoke your name
but this time, just barely.
Keep on writing. I really am feeling Love . 1. If only...


Peace & Blessings Digits

Passing Me By

Category: Writing and Poetry


Passing me by

I'm deathly afraid to write this
But in spite of this
I continue to type this
This flow goes on and on
For I don't know how long
I'mma just ramble
Until I form a flow
Because I write about something I'll never know
And I know you'll probably want to know
Who this poem is for
It's for everyone
All your special girls
You came into my world
And just as quick became my past
This is for the questions
I was never bold enough to ask
At the coffee shop
Or in that morning class
I couldn't get it together
In time enough to ask
So appreciate the moments
Even though I let you pass

I saw your smile
And I know you saw mine
We may have even chatted
While waiting together in line
I think back and wish
I could have told you you were fine
Now all I have is memories
Of when your attention was all mine
My mind was racing so fast
And its just now slowing down
Times like this I wish
Our conversation was still going down
The things I would say now
Knowing then what I know now
Wishing then that I knew how
How
Do I catch you on your way to pee
Standing hiding somewhere he can't see
Chatting discussing life and possibilities
But how do I grab your attention like you grabbed mine
How do I let you know you're one of a kind
You got in with just a look
You're in my world because now I'm hooked
What I write for you is biblical
A book of books
A coulda, shoulda, woulda in case I get a second look
And it would be a lot
Dang near all I got
My second and best shot
And its still hot
Because my fire still burns
My heart still yearns
But the world just turns
And everywhere I turn
I continue to learn
Change, grow and earn
The wisdom to discern
How
Do I know I will see you again
Hopefully, on MySpace you'll be a friend of a friend
But then I see your face and I don't know if I can
I mean I know I can because I'm that man
But how do I make sure the timing's right
When can I bring my intentions to the light
Don't want to cause undue fright
Don't want to cause sudden flight
I just want you to stay
I just want another chance
What is there to say
What will make this last
I just wanna make the right play
How do I stop repeating the past
Why does this keep happening
To me repeatedly

I could say it was fine
But then it stays on my mind
You catching my eye
You being THAT fine
So fine you shine
Too fine for lines
So why waste your time
I'm not ready to make you mine
But I still want to try
So while I straddle both sides
I pray for more time
Just stay for this rhyme
And see what we'll find
And I promise I won't hide
Even if I have to cry
Because
My life is living to let you pass me by

A Village

Current mood:Reflective
Category: Writing and Poetry

It takes a village to raise a child
We did it perfect
We skipped the pain of life
And raised him straight to heaven
We found the recipe
We added our own unique gifts
And it worked
He lived through death
We gave him life
-Eternally
Now we know the secret
The secret to life
And we will share it with all who ask
When they ask how we made an angel
We will say-

We did not make him for ourselves
We made him for God
He was made without sin
We was entirely good
We left out our worst
And only used our best
Each and every one of us
We gave him the best we had to offer
And forgot the rest
And it worked
He was created by a miracle
Now hes a blessing to us all
Now we have our own angel
And the miracles will never end

So now when people ask-

How we created a miracle
How we made this angel
How we so imperfect
Made something so perfect
How we so impure
Made something so pure

We simply tell them-

We were a family
Who became a community
Who became a village
And we all used love





tight to death!

Comments

Current mood: calm
Category: Writing and Poetry

I am talking to a friend right now as I type this. We are talking about how she feels about my blog. It brought up some concerns I had been having about people reading and not leaving comments. She told me she didn't leave comments sometimes because she was either scared of repeating the same comment or scared that what she would say would be too different from everyone else's comments.

My response was note worthy. (Hence, the blog)

The whole reason I share these blogs is to guage the response of people I call friends. I am open to everything everyone has to say. It doesn't matter what it is. I like the feedback. I feed off the feed back. I look foward to multiple comments that say the same thing and I especially look foward to way off ideas and thoughts. I want to see what the majority of people feel about certain subect matter. I also want to take peoples thoughts to disparate extremes.

What I write is not the usual MySpace fodder. I am mainly trying to guage the different levels of my writing. I want to get an idea of how many people I actually connect with. I write more because of you all and all of your comments. I thrive off inciting new thoughts and ideas.

So know that I will produce more and hopefully better stuff based on how much you respond to what I already have out there. The less you respond, the less I will write. And its good or bad. I won't get any better if all I get is praise.

Ask.

Tell.

But most of all, enjoy!

Be good everybody.

Brand New

Current mood: anxious
Category: Writing and Poetry

Hot off the presses!!! Just my thoughts yall.

Wild Oats

I'm afraid to sow my wild oats
I don't want to be responsible for america's wild growth
I do have ample opportunity to spread my seed
Just not all the resources a growing child needs
Its not about the ability of the species
Its about the maturity that's inside of me
Who would I be to lie to you or me
About what it is we are actually doing
I have too much respect for my unborn son's life
To misrepresent myself to my potential wives
In addition to having hopes and dreams
I have too many plans for my future family
So right now why don't we
Enjoy the sweet thrill of practicing
I'm not afraid to say what I truly believe
Because I'm the only one who I can deceive
Plus I want to give my son a chance
So I keep it in my pants
Remember When I said a real man
Can wait til he has enough Trojans
To lay in the sand
And instead of rushing to stimulate sex glands
Makes plans to hold hands
I don't want to use you
So I practice alone
And I'll never abuse him or you
So I struggle alone

I have no where to turn
Old players want to use
They want to live vicariously through me
To cover up for their losing
They got it wrong but misery loves company
And some things just ain't me
So I can break the cycle thankfully
Hopefully
It can stay that way
And I don't care if they call me gay
Its just because they're mad
They are unprepared dads
Because they lack the self control
To slow their roll
Know when to be bold
Just say no
Don't go with the flow
She'll still respect you if you take things slow
And it ain't no fun
If I can't plan a better life
For my unborn son
So don't frown If I turn you down
It just sometimes I'm serious about playing around

Believe me I want to as much as you
But remember I want everything I say to you to be true
And I don't know you
I want you to stay
I'd love to play
But I don't know how I'd feel
When you went away
I know I 'd miss you
But would I miss us
And how much trust
Is there between us
Do I enjoy being us
Having people seeing us
Introducing you and me as us
We don't even know what will become of us
So what's the big rush

Do you see what I mean
I don't want a play thing
I want my drama free queen
So let's delay the freaking
Lets keep speaking
Stimulate my thinking
Make my groove a sweet thing
So lets agree
Before we make three
I'll focus on you
You focus on me
Lets help each other achieve
And perfect each others dreams
Feel the freedom to be free
And set our minds at ease
Then love will be a breeze
Seeds will become saplings
Saplings become trees
And we can enjoy our special breeze
Rustling through the leaves
Like my fingers through your hair
Massaging here and there
Sending sensations everywhere
Glowing, soaring through the air
But before we climb up stairs to nowhere
Here is the challenge if you dare

Lets check it out
Before we step out
Lets find out what life is all about
Lets check ourselves
If we respect ourselves
We'll inspect ourselves
Then truth be told
We'll show what we know
we'll put being held on hold
We'll save our soul
Let destiny unfold
And keep future families whole
So let's be bold
And slow both our roll
Call it Pussy Control or Dick Control
Let's practice self control





man, i wish i had seen these a few years ago and maybe my brother wouldnt have four kids now. anyway im feeling your flow. and is it me or did this remind you of our last conersation. i only wish more men thought like this.


Very nicely stated my friend...if only so many more people would take heed to the message in this we would have fewer unwanted and unprepared for childen. Let them call you what they want, but they have to respect your maturity.


What about your unborn daughter?


That's me being selfish. I want a son first and a younger daughter. But what ever God blesses me with I will be thankful for.

MySpace Anniversary

Current mood:Just waking up
Category: Life

Like I noted last night, I noticed I had been on MySpace for two years. It has definitely been an eventful two years. I started in Los Angeles and now I am in Stone Mountain, with a stop off in Vegas for a few months. I don't think any of my original MySpace friends are on my page at all anymore. Actually, I think I have one friend that's been there since the start.

I like it better now. I only have real people on my page. People that I know, knew or am getting to know well. I write better now than then. I write more.
I wondered for a sec if I had been on here too long. A lot of people I know have been burned out on MySpace in much shorter times. But it was only a thought and it was only for a sec. Like I said, I have a much better group of people sharing my space now.

All that being said, I encourage you all to read some my older blogs. (Don't worry there will always be new ones) But I realized last night that some people haven't had a chance to catch up. So I will be changing the post dates on a few of the older blogs so you won't have to dig so deep to get to the good stuff.
I'm off to start my day.

Be good.





I have neva heard of myspace until it was all ova da news bacc in mid march this year. And I must say it is not like they had made it seem out to be,cuz I found my old classmate from H.Sch. Yeah ur wrightin is very nice I must say, so keep it up and I hope to see ur work in Barnes Book store yah know

Keep up the good work

I have to be honest, I have been quite resistant to the whole myspace hype, mainly because I didn't feel where it would be beneficial to me. Did I really want complete strangers enjoying and possibly judging my site, my blogs, etc... Fear is deliberating, and release is liberating. I realized I don't care what others do with the information, and I am free to express myself...

I enjoy your blogs highly, and while I do not care for poetry, it was a nice destraction.

Poetry for her

Current mood:Reminiscent
Category: Writing and Poetry

I just realiazed I have been on MySpace for Two years. That has nothing to do with what I'm about to write except for the way I found that out. I was looking to see if I have posted any of these poems online and I haven't.

I just want to write that I wrote this about someone I knew (in a way I guess I still know her). Fact is she is one my MySpace friends. So I was hesitant to share these but...My slogan is - Me Vale Verga. I may as well act like it sometimes. (If you don't speak spanish I have a blog entitled Me Vale Verga that will explain all. Its dated January 2, 2006 if you want to read it)

Anyhow, I saw this girl and had to have her. As you know from reading, I never achieved the relationship I sought. Time passed, we moved, and moved on. Life goes on. And the poetry must be shared. All this is to say that the situation here is rare. I don't believe in paying any attention at all to anyone's girlfriend. I'm a little older and Me Vale Verga. (I'm trying to create a cliche) But once in a blue moon, I see a girl...


Congratulations

There's a dilemma I face
To hate or congratulate
What a decision to make
To finally decide my fate
But wait
Why should I have to hate
To win my mate
But then
If it's a game I'm in
I'm definitely in
To win
And that puts another twist
Into this
Predicament
So that's all
My whole problem yall
How do I call
And not stall
My own progress
That is, prove I'm the best
So that's the test
To get in
I hate him
But then
If he's hatin
It's all the same
On every layer
And I can't hate the player
So I hate the game
To make it plain
I'mma be true
I do
Love you
Do you, too?


Congratualtions 2

Might as well give up
With my luck
I'll always be stuck
Like chuck
In a rut
Forced to live without
Hurt so deep within
With a boat load of
So called friends
When will it end
Will I ever bend
And pretend
To know
The other beau
Then interfere
Lie
In wait
Filled with hate
Like some clown
Mess around
Automatic first down
Manhandlin' the receivers
That would mean I believed her
Is she even faithful
Why am I so hateful
Cuz I know
Even if she was
I wouldn't
Couldn't
Know I shouldn't
Cuz I meant
Not a trick
True fulfillment
Real relationships


(Addendum)

I'll never say no
So
How can you
If I come from the heart
Why
Isn't it true
Oh
The things you
Do
When I see you
In blue
My favorite color
My favorite girl
But one won't come through
But can I blame you
If I'm scared to make a move
Back to the same ol' question
Is there a difference
They don't call Pass Interference
If I make the interception


?

I'mma be straight
Cuz I can't wait
It'll be too late
And I ain't gone be hopin
For his heart to be broken
For you to have spoken
The words I hear echoin
In my ear
Vibrating
All over
Tell him you love another
You found a better lover
The better brother
I know you may have loved him
But it wasn't love you were in
Some type of infatuation
A quick distraction
While I made the interception
Cuz of my smooth actions
So what's your reaction
Now that you're my dove
You realize you weren't in love
Love is something more
You don't care you adore
And I don't care if I don't score
You don't need a picture
To be sure
You remember
What your heart beats for
And I'll always be sure
Your love is pure
Cuz when you're in love
There is no other
Like no one is above
You sister, father, brother
Or mother
No one can replace your true lover

Please, my friends. I need feedback on these. They may not make the book.






it's interesting that you said these wouldnt make that book b/c as i was reading them i was thinking to myself how i want to print them out so that if am ever placed back in that situation i could look to your words for comfort. i must say that these have touched me the most, even as i type now i still feel my heartbeat beating against my chest in a much too rapid pace to say i was only reading. once again i dont know how you do it, but dont stop.


thank you in countless ways!!!


much luv


beautiful, i really like it.


Absolutely, wonderful.
Thanks for sharing.
Renee


I wish she thought so.


All of these are nice but the last entry titled "?" is righteous!!! The real question is why aren't more men (males) privy to this type of manning up??? O-kaaay!

What If It Was You? AKA PULL YOUR ASS OVER!!!

Current mood: disappointed
Category: Life

This is a deviation from the usual. I just had to write this.

I have always noticed how hesitant people are to pull over when there is a Fire Truck, Ambulance or Police Car (who isn't after you) behind them. It happens all over the country. Or at least, in every city I've lived in. I like to say I always pull to the side. As far as I can remember, I always make a strong effort to do so. I am almost always successful in doing so. I always think of the people on the other end of that call. Every second counts and I can give up a few of mine to save a life, or house or to catch a criminal. And then I was on the other side of that call. My brother had an accident, there was tons of blood. I was on the phone with 911 waiting on someone, anyone, to come and trying to make sure my nieces and nephews didn't come in the kitchen and see their rock hurt like that. I instantly thought of all the yahoos I see on the street who don't make any attempt at pulling over. I was praying and trying to keep it together and freaking out and yelling at the operator in a calm voice all in one instant. It all worked out, but my road rage has since intensified.

Then, one day, I'm at a light and I see a police car coming down the street perpendicular to me. It attempts to turn left and pulls behind the car in the turning lane. An older couple just freezes and doesn't move at all. The light cycles completely because the older couple just missed the light. The couple doesn't even move their head. (You know how people do with the tunnel vision.) WTF! They only move to turn and then the police car still has to swerve around the car. Intensification!

Which leads to today. I need yalls help! Desperately! I am driving down the street. BUMPIN "Sexy Back" And an ambulance is coming in the opposite direction. I still hear it before I see it. I still try to get over, even though I don't have to. There is a car driving directly in front of the Ambulance. It does the honking, extra squawking, more lights thing to get he car's attention. IT DOES NOT MOVE! It's driving. SLOWLY! In front of the ambulance!

I need help. I am to the point of following people and getting out of the car on them. I want to ask every - What if it was you on the other end of that call? Waiting on the paramedics, emt, firemen, or police to arrive. Do you even think about that at all? Mostly I want to know if I am the last puller overer.

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE. Tell me something. Anything. Or I will have to get of the car. (100% SERIOUS!)






i feel you on the whole pull over thing it's the law, but at the same time people will be people. what i mean is that it takes being on the other side for any person (most people) to pay attention or do the right thing. but what you must keep in mind is that god doesnt make mistakes so even if there was no one on the road and help can get there in time, it doesnt mean the person will make it. but i guess if people were more sensative to the situation it would make for better and friendly driving. so my advice is to just keep praying and know that everything will work out as intended.

You have to control yourself! It sucks that people make bad choices but you will not help the situation with anger. Understanding that everyone has circumstances on their minds, patience with non-attentive people, and the basic understanding that not everyone thinks or has had similar circumstances will improve how you deal with this situation.

Jason, you are a passionate man with a kind heart...remember that these idiots that don't follow the appropriate procedures are still people! They have families and people who depend on them-so be patient and kind.

You are absolutely right. I can however see why some people may not pull over. I remember when I was about 16 and a fire truck was approaching quickly. I was scared and didn't know what to do. I knew I needed to pull over but there were other cars to the right of me that were in the way. So I floored it and eventually was able to get over. I think our senior citizens may feel the same way. They are frightened enough just to drive in the city and this intensifies when police, fire, or medic approach them. Again I agree with you and I know there are just ignorant people who don't care, but there are also some who are just scared.

You are right too! I was going to say something about seniors driving but I will hold on to that. (Probably not) Because in all of my cases, there were no other cars to block them from pulling over. I guess just wait til I post my non-driver list. (FYI-I'm on the non-driver list too)

lol @ (FYI-I'm on the non-driver list too) at least you're fair.

okay relax. i'm reading and i'm feeling your intensity with every next word. that was nuts. the intensity. just like you said, "what if it was you," well you don't know what's going on with the person irking you b/c they're not acting as you would have them. think about what their situation may be at that instant and what could be going on in their life that you don't know. you know i have the worst attitude problem and i have actually stalked people in road rage scenarios, just not letting stuff go. well i have learned i gotta let go and let God with things/situations/people i can not control. i'm still learning it actually. i gotta let go and just breathe. breathe brotha. i almost passed out just from reading this one. i'm sure you had to catch your breath from writing it.

I have to say the intensity was there at first. But it kind of faded as I came closer to finishing up. Some things have to be said. I let things go but then I just have to say things from time to time if just for the sake of putting it out there. Once I write it, it usually goes away. Its my stress release.

yo ass bet not follow no one but that is crazy because people realy don't move, I thought every one moved for 911 but I saw that i was wrong when I first started driving in New Orleans ....... People out there don't move because the traffic is too bad

How I Roll

Current mood: excited
Category: Writing and Poetry

In response to some recent blog comments, I exposed a few things about myself. First, most of these poems are from years ago. Second, the ones I wrote for women or on inspiration by women were all failures. My original goal was of course to get the girls. I never did. Well, there was one, but I like to think I had her love before I wrote her poems. Third, my intention now is to share these failures and few successes in order to gauge where I am now.

I have reached a recognizable marker along this journey. I know now I am in a much better place. My writing is recieved much better now than it ever was. I didn't know why until today.

I always wrote about the man I wanted to be for the woman I am still searching for. Today, I am realizing that level of manhood. I still have a ways to go, but I see the light. It shines bright like a flashlight in the daytime. I always wrote of hope. Now I write of anticipation. Its actually exciting.

I have you all, my readers, to thank. I have been on this path for a while. You make me certain it is the right one. So, thank you again (if you read the bulletin/for the first time if not) Ride with me some more. The good part is still coming. Be patient. This road is long and rocky. Rocky and fun. I don't know how that is possible except to say there is a confidence and calm in knowing Jesus walks with me on this. I can even see him in the form of all my friends and family. So praise be to him and thanks to you all for blessing me with this gift and staying with me when I wasted it, when I abandoned it and when I turned my back on everyone.

I have to rest now. So that I can give you all the best that I got.

Be good.





on pins and needles...waiting for more insight into such a creative mind!


see you soon!


the fact that you saw fit to let us your friends on myspace (some off) into your life on such a personal level speaks great volume about who you are as a man and friend. rather your poems are old or new it's still an expression of you. it lets your reader know where your train of thought is, and it just so happens you were not alone. as you post and people respond most if not all the time your readers are singing your praise and agreeing with you as they read along. so kudos to you as a poet/friend/inner voice to a world faced with many yet similar situations. so as one of your most faithful reader please keep up the good work and continue to let god use you as he sees fit.


much luv


vicki


I am so happy for you for reaching such a place and more importantly so, I'm happy you recognize it. This can only encourage you more with who and where you are and where you're going. How estatic too I was to hear you speak of your confidence and calm of it all and to actually owe that up to Jesus. I know you are spiritual and I like to see that come out in your writings and/or poetry like I've seen so often. You thank us, how modest of you. THANK YOU! Your fingers dance on these keys and produce rythms of bravery, growth, and insight, all from which we can learn. Thanks again.

A Date

Current mood:Sleepy Faced
Category: Writing and Poetry


A Date

If I asked you out
Would we be able to go
Before you said yes
Let me make my plans known
There was no particular place I thought about
Where ever we go I just want to be out
It really doesn't matter as long as its
You I'm with
I just hope I'm good enough to hang out with
And I wonder if I will get this wish
That before I get rich
Mister DRAft will meet his miss
And I fall in love one second before the first kiss
So that two days before I make a mil
We can make a billion dollar deal
And agree to chill
For longer than a while
Take walks sixty-nine times one mile
Kiss all the time and never bore
Soak and massage spots that are sore
Stroke and massage spots that makes us soar
I wanna do more than show love
I wanna give a guided tour
So when you say yes be prepared
I'm going to take you to infinity plus a whole lot more





Niiice... : )


That was HOTTTTT! I think I feel like I want to hug and kiss you;-) Can I get massage that will make me soar?


i really dont know how you do it but you do. you always leave me wanting and needing more. i wonder is that your goal to leave your readers wanting and waiting for the next piece. i guess i said all that to say WHEN ARE WE GOING OUT?


They were. They didn't work. Now I display my failures for all to see.


Where do I sign up?! LOL I don't know how this one did not work.....very nice


I STARTED AT THE BOTTOM OF THE BLOG LIST AND I'M WORKING MY WAY FROM OLDEST TO THE NEWEST AND I HAVE TO SAY THAT THIS IS MY FAVORITE!!!! REMEMBER WHAT I TOLD YOU EARLIER ........ WELL THOSE THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS HAVE INCREASED TIMES 5!!!!!! NaTTy

Optimism (Being Good)

Current mood:FanMail makes me happy!
Category: Life

My brother just stopped by. Our history is short because he didn't grow up with me. But since I have been living in the same city with him, including being in his house for a few months when I first got here, it has been very interesting to say the least (and I am).

Our father called me while we were here. My brother told me to tell him hello. I did. I couldn't recall my father's response and when my brother asked me what he said after the call ended, I just said dad said hello. (That's what you say right!) It came to me after a minute that my father admonished me to not let my brother and cousin get into an argument in the house. (It happened once before.) My brother made a face at that. He actually made a face before that too when I told him dad said hello. Oh well!

But then he and my cousin went out and I thought about life for a minute. Why the face? Does it always have to be drama? It seems so at times. But anyone who's hung with me knows I really could care less about drama. I work hard, VERY HARD to remain an optimist. Its been a struggle lately but I am winning.

All this led to a story I heard when I was in the fourth grade. It goes like this-



A psychologist wanted to demonstrate the difference between optimists and pessimists. So he set up a study and invited two young boys to participate. One was thought to be a pessimist and the other an optimist. Both boys were put into rooms and left alone for thrity minutes. The pessimist was left in a room full of toys. The optimist was left in a room full of horse manure. After the thirty minutes was up the doctor checked in with the boys. The pessimist was found in the room crying. The doctor asked him why he was crying. The pessimist replied he was sad because he only had thirty minutes with the toys and they would be soon taken away from him. He admitted he had actually cried the whole time he was in the room. The optimist was found throwing the manure all over the room. The doctor found him cheering and laughing as he threw the manure in the air. The doctor asked him why he was behaving that way. He responded saying with all this manure around there had to be horses somewhere he could ride.



I remind myself of that story all the time. And ask myself which boy I am. I have only found that I was the crying boy once or twice. Most recently I was depressed and feared that I would never be able to get out of it. The reason being I thought I would be able to create a positive reality around me if I was giving off this negative energy.

You create your own reality with the energy you give off. Its also about what you believe. If you believe you have good things going on or coming in your life, then good things will happen/continue to happen for you. Its been my faith that has rescued me those few times I battled with depression. I noticed that people who are constantly sad or worried or depressed in anyway give off the energy they anticipate receiving. I had to work backwards to realize that.

In reorganizing my life, I've had to exclude some people who weren't giving off the energy I needed around me right now. But I noticed that I wasn't able to remove all of the pessimists from my life. So, I had to figure them out in hopes of helping them out or at least being able to tolerate them without affecting myself negatively. Thus, here it is for me to share with you all.

When I say be good, I never mean that in the general sense. We have to make our lives good in all ways. Ultimately, we really want to truly be good. We want everything in our world (that is the world we create for ourselves) to be good. People come and go. What we take from and give to the people who cross our paths determines the energy we will receive in the future. By being good, we only give off positive energy. Also, we only seek the same positive energy from people we encounter. And in turn everything good will happen in our lives.

That being said, Be good babies!






Thank you for this...It was a very "good read" ;)

Jason! You are such a profoundly deep thinker and writer:-) I really enjoyed this piece and feel inspired to stay positive and focus on the good around me. You are a productive, motivated optimist and I appreciate you sharing your experiences with me! Thank you...

Wow! This composition definitely has the quality of being essential!

I am a strong believer in everything happens for a reason. I have been trying to read some of your other blogs today and could only open this one. And to my surprise, this was something I needed to hear/read. I have been beaten down by negative energy in the past two weeks that had me focusing on all of the negative aspects of my life. But when I woke up today, I just wanted to be happy. And that is the route I took today, regardless of everyone else's negative energy. I may be a little more mentally exhausted from redirecting bad aura's, but it is a much better feeling to change someone else's frame of mind by doing so. We all have to stop and actually hear- not listen- to our own and each others' thoughts. I will take your thought and pass it on. Thank you