The Floating Things

Nevertheless, I walk through the harsh words, awkward moments and general stress. Why I'm still here I'm asked, perhaps because I'm an optimist or maybe masochist, living for the pain, because of the reward gained. The perspective I see, through my whites, the fights almost seem glorious, I must admit, this shit, is it. I wanna let loose the juice and put it on wax, put on my mental earplugs and push the volume to max, scream to world Fraud! I should stand in ovation and applaud, so much I changed to see that all is still the same, the game! What's next? what type of vex or hex could you have wrapped under your sleeve? I perceive that reality can't be this tiring? But in fact the sun shines clear through the fog to remind me that it's thriving. So what is a man to do, taught not to show it, and I went all in, waiting on the river card to seal the win. Again, what is a man to do, but what am I saying we both feel like the fool, ain't nothing left prove, ain't nothing left to do. If it is suppose to work, it will or would've in 737 days, I play the soundtrack to heartbreak while I look into my son's face, trying to erase the shame I feel give me the warmest embrace, I see that I can bleed to no avail, the cataclysmic thunderstorm that open up the pits to hell, it seems there I dwell on a mission to prevail. So I rock the neck back and forth to the gospel and drums that rock the heavens when blood is spilled, I take the spike to the cavern of my emotions and drill, so I say from my inner to keep it extremely trill! What has become, will take a permanent form, so a cloak I adorn, slip to the back of the room and watch the impending doom. So here it is, you demand, can't understand what things could drive a man to this point, well this is a political joint. So I can say without pointing a finger other than towards the author, It is my lack of forward progression that is the cause of. I'll take it on a plate with side of tatoes and gravy, lord save me, lord help me, lord forgive me, for my flaws since it is you I have to face at the end of days. All my prayers, my tears, my fears has cornered me in this place, no expression on my face, no more chase, no more metaphors or need to paraphrase. It's my life and I have to do better at making that right for me, from this day forth I only promise to to be the best man and father I can be.

-fin-

The Question

Go ahead, you can go,
left foot right foot straight out the door
What once stood strong no longer exist,
The pain and suffering must find an exit
Funny how words aren't suppose to hurt,
Unless it's I love you and a persons worth
The golden rule really never seems to apply,
I hurt, you hurt an eye for an eye
The true foundation lost to forestation
Memories of the heart suddenly forsaken
You do what you must, but only the best you can
Defined differently between a woman and a man
If you can forgive, but you can never forget
Then the problems run rampant without any rest
the tears build up and the pride can't take it
The what ifs cracks the tension and people tend to break
The eye ducts flood and the emotions appear
You can't support the levee's disaster is here
You put up a fight, with your will and your might
But the hurt is intense and rocks you "goodnight"
The solution is out there, though we're unaware
The first foot forward will make sure you get there
Matters of the heart is a matter for the people
How can we love each other if it always seems we're unequal?

Dedicated to Jon and Raven...

Dwight Dethrones The King

Nah Nah Nah Nah, Nah Nah Nah Nah, Hey Hey Heeeeeeey GOODBYE! He is a great basketball player, but this King thing for Bron Bron, I'm not feeling, never felt, never will feel. Now King James is the name of the bible how you gonna bestow that on a b-baller who hasn't really won anything? Well I am very very happy for Dwight Howard, Rashad Lewis, Hedo Turkgolu and of course, my nig, Skip To My Lou (Ruckers my boy in the Finals) for eliminating The Cleavland Cavaliers from the 2009 NBA Post Season. Way to go to Big O, now how are you pre-crowners gonna refer to him now. He can be King when he wins more rings than Bill Russell. Congrats again to Eastern Conference Champs The Orlando Magic! Holla! Collaflower! Tabernacle! Taffy Apple!

Not The Tippy Taw Naw!

WTF! Since 1994 Harper Court has been the epicenter of African-American culture on the South-Side of Chicago. Within in that center when I moved to Chicago in 1997; was Coconuts Music, Doctor Wax, The Original Leaders, Hyde Park Barbershop (biggups to Nasim my Chicago barber),Various African rooted shops, Mellow Yellow, Checkers, Calypso and The Dixie Kitchen. Over the years, I've watched the neighborhood go to the University of Chicago, more and more mom and pop shops closed down or moved out of the neighborhood. Dr. Wax was moved to smaller location across the street. Leaders moved to 43rd and Cottage, My Barbershop moved to 51st street and now the dreadful news that Dixie Kitchen will close it's door at the end of June. Most of menu (Not the staff) will moved next door to Calypso who's lease is up in 2012. Standing room only, the lines outside the door, the intimate atmosphere, the food! These things cannot be replaced by a simple move. Dixie Kitchen itself is legendary and a notorious hang out for the who's who of Hyde Park, including professors from the University and our President Barack Hussein Obama...

Barack! A little help... You lived down the street from me, you got more pull.. Save the Dixie Kitchen... Please...

Dammit!

The Mission of Possible Purpose

Trust me little ones, Life ain't fair
the mission is to make a circle out a square
To accomplish the purpose
you must learn to handle the best and worst of it.
You must be aware, you can't be scared
your hearts are muscle, you were born to dare.
Nothing come easy, baby boys please believe me
never ignore your gift to see.
Follow your heart, listen to your gut
Daddy telling you to walk with a confident strut.
Be students of life, learn all you can
being strong body, soul and mind makes you man.
I loved you before you made an arrival
my job is to prepare you two for survival.
Let me teach you what I can
daddy in some cases is bad, bad man.
Pick your circles of love with care
your friends will have to support you when I'm not there.
Stay away from them streets
nothing out there but desperate people looking to eat.
You are not victims, don't you ever, ever
no never give into those symptoms.
You are Kings & the future of the world
focus on your studies and passions & not on the girls.
Little men, learn from daddy's misplaced steps
that when you fall learn, accept and correct.
Everything will be in it's right place
greet the people you love with a smile on your face.
Your family will always be proud and support you
it won't matter what your going through
Because of you daddy floats on a cloud
And yells out loud to the world, look at my boys.. :-)
Chance I miss your face, I miss your warm embrace
the smile on your face that takes me back to my own youth.
Christian I can't wait to see you, hold you
kiss you and play you some Jazz
There will come a day when we will all meet together at last.
That will be the happiest day of your daddy's life
To play with my boys under the suns light.
The mission of possible purpose is the one for us
to be a family through the good & the muck.
We are on a mission to get through the test
to break down the threshold of negative stress.
Boys your the stars in the sky, they shine just for me
your the sun and moon and deep blue sea
All I wanna see is you smile for your Daddy...

Fairy Tales

Little red ridding hood, what's good? did you see them wolves hanging on your corner? word to wise, walk and talk carefully or you'll be a goner. All of them wanna eat and they break fast, the times of the cute and innocent aren't gonna last. One day you won't be able to be oblivious to the fact, that the problems you have, is something you lack. Everybody in the world can't be wrong, if they are then who sings the same song. I tell you these things, because I see a pattern of disaster that lays in wake, so every step you take, every move you make, someone will be watching you. They only feel for you because you hold no expectations on them, when they see the beast you be, the same will be said over a cold shoulder bone as they walk off alone. People are not puppets and he/she who is without sin shall cast the first stone, until you understand the ground rules of how people operate, you will continue to be an irritate. Happy endings come to those who strive and grow, but since you think it's something that you are owed; consider yourself to be in the minority and that life will just drag you in tow. Until you deal with the truth of you, the truth of others is something you are not privilege to speak too. Tell Snow White, Cinderella, and Sleeping Beauty I said the same, The fairy tale is the perspective and respect in life that you gain. Love is not possession and feelings are not a game. You have a task ahead of you, that much is true, I wish you all the happiness you feel your due...

=Grumpy..

The Plead

There's was a solemn, quiet, almost earey mood as the bus moves along it's route. The routine is habitual; faces step on, faces step off and somehow everyone on this journey makes eye contact with one another, a moment of acknowledgement. Some faces, focused on the task at hand, others caught in the rapture of the moment and others trying to avoid facing the eyes concentrated on getting attention. This is the setting for him, he, himself, nameless, faceless but felt. He hides away behind his face, the people who see him, can't really visualize him, read him, get a feel and that is the way he prefers to exist in the background, away from the open doors. The soft black plastic pushes bass and treble notes at his ears, the words fill his mind, reminding him of himself, his days past, his day present and dreaming of a tomorrow he hopes to reach, perhaps redemption is written in his letter to dawn. Alone he sits in a crowd, reaching for an outlet that is not there and then... She sits. Her skin is almost transparent, her eyes are inviting and large, her smile reminds him of glory, without saying a word, she invites him into her world, wanting, waiting for him to speak and open the door to a new chapter. As other people group into other seats and a musical chair arrangement takes place, she finds her place at his side. Their eyes meet at profile, smiles appear though neither of them are looking at the time that they are present. No words are said, no introductions, how are yous; they sit at each others side until she realizes that he will not speak, he can't, he's unwilling to try, unable to move and paralyzed by his feelings, his reality and the moment. His stop slowly approaches, he rises and walks past her without a gaze, the door opens as he takes his first step to rejoin a standing reality, he turns to her and gives her a warm smile and then he says aloud to her; Can I leave my Joy with you..?