Reminisce

Struggles to reach ME through the years I have bled out anew....
Constant the balance to stay in front of the truth and keep ahead of the game...
Years past filled with guilt and shame carrying and leading...
Gone are the years of wonton thoughts and selfishness always....

I'm brand new...

Time To Think

The new breed of Blackness..
Amidst the clouded sins of a people with judgement gone..
To move on through and beyond...
The struggle of craziness that is within - A new era begins....

Racist Beware - Voting White May Not Be Right!

Some would suggest that experience is better than inexperience. That career know-how is far more superior than learning on the job. I say, that in the case of our current presidential race, that this is not the case.

McCain has been in Congress, for the past 26 years, and has provided leadership based on the status quo.

For which issues did he distinguish himself as a maverick on, that turned the tide on the Washington beaurocratic system? I say none.

The American people are eagerly looking for someone that can talk the talk, and walk the walk.

This is a new day for fresh and new ideas. God has a sense of humor. In that by placing a black man, that is highly educated and has Kennedy-esque qualities, in position to possibly be the next president, makes even the most racist of racist think twice about voting for Obama.

With our current economic crisis, our world image problem, and our failing leadership stance in the world and domestic, the american people are forced to think more critically about the choices they make.

This time - Voting White May Not Be Right!

Nothing Special

The misconception of the okee doke brought about from a slow stroll, down an aisle in a grocery store, the end of the beginning do you want more? Real faces real places tazers blazin mace in your face lyrical craziness delivered in place....Do you want more?

Wisdom

Miscued communications draw no sunshine;  Passive aggression abates real talk.

Inspired

Visions of you on a warm still night

And the urge to see you is so strong

I wonder if I am in your sights

Or do I feel this way alone?

To envision love with another who may know nothing exists between

Can blend the thoughts in one's own mind into believing the extreme

Torn internally on when and how to release this urge such things

Captured by the subconscious mind obsessed with the unreal it seems

How do I get clear of this unhealthy Indigo?

How do I regain my sense of reality and grow?

 

Can U See?

I wish I had a hook that could shake em up break em up and make the house break down. Im just a guy with a love for sound and the internal vision of his own heart coming through.  Do you see through you pass the BLUE? 

If You Were My Baby Daddy

In your mind you see me as one that left with no response to a heart that was broken.     

In your view I loved less than you, If I really cared I would have shared in the growth of your life, eased your struggle in life, made you safe. 

Your vision of the world would be so less cynical, a pinnacle would have been reached wherein clarity seen. 

If life were only viewed from the eyes of a child, it would be less obstructed with no accounting for the criticality of decisions over time and situation. A balance with no acceptance manifest.  The conclusion selfish but innocent.

Growth shows in many ways. Common social molds are easy when the puzzle is set to numbers. I have the benefit of less alignment of life, making it more interesting and appealing. 

The sacrifice was you.  My baby my darling my sweetheart.

Unfortunate you couldn't be in my shoes.  The choices you would have made if you were me.  No, exactly me.  Yes, my struggles and uncertainties.  Yes, my fears and insecurities. Could you really be me?

Be my Baby Daddy?

Coping

It is a man's duty to invoke calm in a situation where the players can't see what's next.  Living day to day with no sense of understanding except that which is given to them by the sacrifice of others.  The question of when is wasted on the hopeless and callous who are comfortable in their way.  I will stand in the middle of the fray and not be swayed.  I will think with no reckless thoughts only balanced rationale.

They Are Taking Over...

I am not able to assimilate  I negate the foolish.  I  look towards those with common sense, and keep those friends that can understand a means to an end.  The norm is not the end result of a people doing the cha cha, and perpetuate a constant tardiness, always coming to the party late.  Wannabe shakers and movers with a self-image created false from years of denial and layers of cover-up.  The world is getting more twisted with the norm being the crazies, and the odd being the morally adjusted. It has been a long time since I have seen real people. 

My true friends are aware and keep vigilante.

Let's hope this is just a bad dream that will end soon.....

 

The Psychosis

I can't drink the kool-aid.  I haven't the stomach to digest it. I continue to stand on the experiences of my own life, and the teachings of my mentors.  Lessons learned are mistakes re-visited as a mental playback, when a situation shows face that is similar to where you once have been.

Don't get emotional.  Keep focused and clear.  You are not crazy.

An Observation

So what will become of the young nigga, the triggaman, using a gun like he's got a dick in his hand?

Thinking he can manuever through life with limited vision, drug peddlin, less education, settling for land that belongs to the other man? 

What will be his legacy to himself and his own? 

What will be his contribution to the black throne?

He stands on the corner with white tees or blue or red, walking around with nothing in his mind except how to increase his street cred. 

Being a blight in a home where no one is every present even when home, the downside of a fatherless home. 

It isn't to say that having a father in the home provides a stable place to live, if the man in the position is too distracted with other shit.  I mean it is what it is. 

An imbalance where women are raising young black men to be men.  In past times, this would not be in question. 

 But there are too many women that have internal transgressions.  Broken dreams, bitterness seems to over take the logic of what should be common sense on how to raise a son. 

So his father left you, and you weren't ready to have him leave?  Get off your ass and roll up your sleeves. 

There is work to be done, and you have to keep moving.  The problem is the lack of direction and breaking free of the internal struggle within. 

If your father was a bastard, or never present, and your mother was trying to be young in her actions and her head, and you had to find creative ways to stay sane and keep fed. You are a victim of your set, and you will trip. 

How can you be expected to have a partner in your life, that isn't an offshot of your own internal pain and strife? 

I have a friend whose daddy wasn't in.  She grew up re-arranged.  She changed her self - image. 

When she looked in the mirror the side of self seen, was always a type unspoiled never emotional or trusting. 

She was consistently attracted to power and money.  In a sense quite an irony. 

The one thing she lacked was the love of a man, that could balance her emotionally and paid attention to her energy. 

So time and time again she would get hurt, by these powerful men.  And write it off as if she fired them. 

There are so many women that are untrue to themselves.  They findit easier to change their self - image into a fantasy, a gimmick to mimic. 

Well, let me stay on topic, because that is another story. 

But it goes to show how important a mother's influence and love can be. We speak about solutions, and deploy them regularly in our community.  Through the church, schools, community centers as far as you can see. 

It will take a change of behavior and the illusion of hope dispersed throughout the community. To create another social program to give subsistence with no education or training, is a waste of time and money. 

Young niggas are killin with regularity. 

No conscience, no sense of community, rockin on the block and creating a constant state of calamity. The ramifications that accompany this blight in our community, will increase if a hybrid solution is not found quickly.