sitting at the table watching my wife prepare a art project for the pre-k class on Romare Bearden. she so artsy...
Tammy is here too... they found a mouse in their house... so they came to stay the night. haha...
back to work again...
AE Christmas
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
8/365
Pic from my meeting with Dr. West.
I fixed my thermostat... hopefully that "fixed" my car problem.
nust tryin to get by... in due time... let me travel to work safely this week.
I fixed my thermostat... hopefully that "fixed" my car problem.
nust tryin to get by... in due time... let me travel to work safely this week.
bless those who lost their lives in Haiti... mostly those who died due to not having the resources...
lets see if the pic uploads
AE Christmas
Sunday, January 17, 2010
7/365
I met Dr. cornel west... dude is a genius. i will post a picture tomorrow.
inaya is running a fever i am coughing... looking at my pretty wife tell me about her dream... it involves denzel washington and donna nates wedding...
my neck hurts too... i need to get a physical soon... i am not losing any weight... tighten up... i have no internal drive right now, i have to find tne root of it.
AE Christmas
I met Dr. cornel west... dude is a genius. i will post a picture tomorrow.
inaya is running a fever i am coughing... looking at my pretty wife tell me about her dream... it involves denzel washington and donna nates wedding...
my neck hurts too... i need to get a physical soon... i am not losing any weight... tighten up... i have no internal drive right now, i have to find tne root of it.
AE Christmas
Friday, January 15, 2010
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
2/365
The earth makes fools of men who scratch its surface and claim ownership of her. Little do we realize that she is a cold bitch.
she lashes out at those men most affected by the wrath of foolish men.
what is to be said when you are beaten by man and by nature?
bless you Haiti... even though we only remember you during your "publicized" suffering... damn you short attention span!
AE Christmas
The earth makes fools of men who scratch its surface and claim ownership of her. Little do we realize that she is a cold bitch.
she lashes out at those men most affected by the wrath of foolish men.
what is to be said when you are beaten by man and by nature?
bless you Haiti... even though we only remember you during your "publicized" suffering... damn you short attention span!
AE Christmas
This is not only a test...
it is also a quiz
a feat on strength,
a test of my two thumbs dexterity....
a referendum on yesterdays sincerity.
it is also a quiz
a feat on strength,
a test of my two thumbs dexterity....
a referendum on yesterdays sincerity.
i am still in orlando... saw sheray... i don't think we are really friends... she didn't seem all that excited to see me (i know i am not the center of her universe) "but still"... as my wife would say... show a little love. hopefully she let go of me mentioning our car buying decision to people talk way too f'n much.
ehhh.... whadda ya gonna do?
test over... this better work cuz thats a lot of typing i just did.
Monday, January 11, 2010
1/365
What am i doing...
I'm not writing, thinking, reading, shooting, listening....
Am i even living? Is it possible to live without doing...?
I mean to exist means you have to survive some infinite number of moments to arrive at the point in which you currently are...
Am i truly surving...?
To survive means to have fought through and struggled to reach the "now"...
So i am here, so then i must be surviving, and i must be living, because i'm here now...
i am here regardless of my willingness, or fervor, or desire, or curiousity, or physicality, or adaptability, or love, or love, or love...
I am here and i keep typing the word "hear" whenever i want to type the word here... see i'm not listening.... my synapses and grey matter are trying to grasp my attention but i still don't hear them....
I am hearing now, in the here and now... I promise myself 365 days of posting... let me have one whole year of my life to remember, to challenge me, to call me out on my bullshit when i say i'm gonna do something and tell nobody, so when i don't do it, i can move on under the covers of day...
where: Orlando, Embassy Suites
what: typing and just listening to Canibus' Poet Laurete 2 & Jay Electronica's Exhibit C
Peace Grandma, peace Aunt Nancy, peace Anika aka Ms. Nikki
1/365
I'm not writing, thinking, reading, shooting, listening....
Am i even living? Is it possible to live without doing...?
I mean to exist means you have to survive some infinite number of moments to arrive at the point in which you currently are...
Am i truly surving...?
To survive means to have fought through and struggled to reach the "now"...
So i am here, so then i must be surviving, and i must be living, because i'm here now...
i am here regardless of my willingness, or fervor, or desire, or curiousity, or physicality, or adaptability, or love, or love, or love...
I am here and i keep typing the word "hear" whenever i want to type the word here... see i'm not listening.... my synapses and grey matter are trying to grasp my attention but i still don't hear them....
I am hearing now, in the here and now... I promise myself 365 days of posting... let me have one whole year of my life to remember, to challenge me, to call me out on my bullshit when i say i'm gonna do something and tell nobody, so when i don't do it, i can move on under the covers of day...
where: Orlando, Embassy Suites
what: typing and just listening to Canibus' Poet Laurete 2 & Jay Electronica's Exhibit C
Peace Grandma, peace Aunt Nancy, peace Anika aka Ms. Nikki
1/365
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Needle on the Record
Lyrical injections
collapse veins and attack my cerebral cortex
Biting through tissue, corrupting the soul,
polluting the mind.
Slowly taking control.
Control taken slowly is torturous,
freedom songs travel treacherous pathways
to help me
breath deep like these is last days.
Endorphins escape from self imposed solitude,
and make a break for it.
I am stranded.
Hanging by thinly intertwined strings
interwoven thoughts, and ideas, and experiences
cultivated by hand, inspired by gods.
I lie.
I lie still.
I still lie.
I still lie in wait for help to come.
collapse veins and attack my cerebral cortex
Biting through tissue, corrupting the soul,
polluting the mind.
Slowly taking control.
Control taken slowly is torturous,
freedom songs travel treacherous pathways
to help me
breath deep like these is last days.
Endorphins escape from self imposed solitude,
and make a break for it.
I am stranded.
Hanging by thinly intertwined strings
interwoven thoughts, and ideas, and experiences
cultivated by hand, inspired by gods.
I lie.
I lie still.
I still lie.
I still lie in wait for help to come.
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
Queen...in Seven
...five... six...
seven.
seven steps away from being with love.
it sounds simple, right?
like walking parallel to the DeeJay booth,
lifting left, then right foot with gravity-defying moves,
bringing the future ever closer,
is something done everyday!
well... okay it is.
the game is complexed,
but the objective is simple...
"capture the Queen."
there she was,
hips moving as though she were the beat.
playing composer to the DJ's orchestra.
the music chases her tempo,
as she plays hard to get.
the symphony slows down,
slows, as though succumbing to the exhaustive pace it was forced to maintain.
she, maestro, Queen, curtsey's
and i, like any audience, mentally
applauded her work.
she slightly, subtly,
gave my glance toward her recognition.
i, absorbed her faint smile,
as though this Queen were the sunshine,
and i, just a frostbitten Alaskan tourist,
in need of her warmth for survival.
her wordless sign of acknowledgement
inspired me to move closer.
but i had to move with a sense of purpose.
I prepared my first move.
It was a simple one, really,
the Pawns are the easiest to escape.
they are great in numbers, and
have the ability to attack, but
are merely a filter used to weed out
unqualified challengers.
Their "easiness" can seduce some,
but those who truly seek to gain the Queens
favor,
are not swayed.
Gyration, vibrations, and temptations abound,
I side-step them all, in the name of Love.
KNight approaches.
Its odd movements make it formidable,
I must not take it for granted,
for it may creep up on me,
and destroy my entire effort.
I move forward steadfastly.
All the while,
The Queen has taken up residence,
amongst opulence.
She sees all, and all see her.
As attackers attempt to mount,
she, without effort thwarts their advances.
I remain enamored,
I remain in amor,
I remain armored.
Next,
Both Rook and Bishop attempt to redirect me,
entrap me in conversation,
and the consumation of free spirits, respectively.
i decline to partake in petty discussion,
and refuse to ingest that which i am.
free.
spirit.
i guide myself as to avoid Bishops angle of attack,
and Rooks straight up and down candor, with a...
"...step, step, side to side..."
all foes have been averted,
i have come within paces of my goal,
of my gold,
my precious object of desire.
the orchestra once again attempts to
overcome their overbearing master,
unsuccessfully.
she repeatedly berates them for their insolence,
they wrap notes around her,
as though to tenderly embrace her,
and then kneel at her feet, in submission.
through strategic positioning,
i have arranged my ranks,
so as to force her in my direction.
i, unlike the DeeJay, have succeeded in my endeavor.
Queen, black, moves.
King, white, touches Queens arm,
Queen beams.
Game...
I move in closer,
in an attempt to whisper words of love,
words of peace and of war,
all which celebrate at different points on the spectrum,
a spectrum that defines what i would do,
would do to protect you.
You my Queen.
that is what i intended to say...
seven steps to Queen, black,
I had not accounted for King, black.
I lose.
Click!!!...
CheckMate.
seven.
seven steps away from being with love.
it sounds simple, right?
like walking parallel to the DeeJay booth,
lifting left, then right foot with gravity-defying moves,
bringing the future ever closer,
is something done everyday!
well... okay it is.
the game is complexed,
but the objective is simple...
"capture the Queen."
there she was,
hips moving as though she were the beat.
playing composer to the DJ's orchestra.
the music chases her tempo,
as she plays hard to get.
the symphony slows down,
slows, as though succumbing to the exhaustive pace it was forced to maintain.
she, maestro, Queen, curtsey's
and i, like any audience, mentally
applauded her work.
she slightly, subtly,
gave my glance toward her recognition.
i, absorbed her faint smile,
as though this Queen were the sunshine,
and i, just a frostbitten Alaskan tourist,
in need of her warmth for survival.
her wordless sign of acknowledgement
inspired me to move closer.
but i had to move with a sense of purpose.
I prepared my first move.
It was a simple one, really,
the Pawns are the easiest to escape.
they are great in numbers, and
have the ability to attack, but
are merely a filter used to weed out
unqualified challengers.
Their "easiness" can seduce some,
but those who truly seek to gain the Queens
favor,
are not swayed.
Gyration, vibrations, and temptations abound,
I side-step them all, in the name of Love.
KNight approaches.
Its odd movements make it formidable,
I must not take it for granted,
for it may creep up on me,
and destroy my entire effort.
I move forward steadfastly.
All the while,
The Queen has taken up residence,
amongst opulence.
She sees all, and all see her.
As attackers attempt to mount,
she, without effort thwarts their advances.
I remain enamored,
I remain in amor,
I remain armored.
Next,
Both Rook and Bishop attempt to redirect me,
entrap me in conversation,
and the consumation of free spirits, respectively.
i decline to partake in petty discussion,
and refuse to ingest that which i am.
free.
spirit.
i guide myself as to avoid Bishops angle of attack,
and Rooks straight up and down candor, with a...
"...step, step, side to side..."
all foes have been averted,
i have come within paces of my goal,
of my gold,
my precious object of desire.
the orchestra once again attempts to
overcome their overbearing master,
unsuccessfully.
she repeatedly berates them for their insolence,
they wrap notes around her,
as though to tenderly embrace her,
and then kneel at her feet, in submission.
through strategic positioning,
i have arranged my ranks,
so as to force her in my direction.
i, unlike the DeeJay, have succeeded in my endeavor.
Queen, black, moves.
King, white, touches Queens arm,
Queen beams.
Game...
I move in closer,
in an attempt to whisper words of love,
words of peace and of war,
all which celebrate at different points on the spectrum,
a spectrum that defines what i would do,
would do to protect you.
You my Queen.
that is what i intended to say...
seven steps to Queen, black,
I had not accounted for King, black.
I lose.
Click!!!...
CheckMate.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Where I've been.
I was recently blessed with the opportunity to shoot some shots at the album release party for Janelle Monae earlier this month. Click here if slideshow doesn't start.
peace.
Created with Admarket's flickrSLiDR.
peace.
Created with Admarket's flickrSLiDR.
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Go Me, its your birthday, again, We gonna party...
Like it's your birthday, again. And you know I don't give a f--k cause it's my birthday, again...
Okay people i made a promise to blog atleast one more time before i enter my Thirties. So in attempting to hold myself to my responsibilities and honoring my words, here i am.
Ya' know i love to blog, as you can tell by my excessive and obsessive number of post, but lately it doesn't move me to do so. I really began blogging to share my world, so to speak. I feel i have a lot to say and that there are hundreds of others who share pieces of my world with me. if i've said it once, i've said it a thousand times, i'm a lover of conversation. some of you may already know that but some may not. All that is to say that, even though i love to write, i love to converse even more. i personally think that one day this country will have some kind of revolution, and people like myself will be more and more valued.
so if you bothered reading this, let me know. maybe, "We can burn the incense, and just chat, Relax, I got the good vibrations,....lets have a good conversation"
Peace people.
If you wanna celebrate my dirty thirty-eth with me just have a drink and relax. cause that what i'll be doing.
Peace
Okay people i made a promise to blog atleast one more time before i enter my Thirties. So in attempting to hold myself to my responsibilities and honoring my words, here i am.
Ya' know i love to blog, as you can tell by my excessive and obsessive number of post, but lately it doesn't move me to do so. I really began blogging to share my world, so to speak. I feel i have a lot to say and that there are hundreds of others who share pieces of my world with me. if i've said it once, i've said it a thousand times, i'm a lover of conversation. some of you may already know that but some may not. All that is to say that, even though i love to write, i love to converse even more. i personally think that one day this country will have some kind of revolution, and people like myself will be more and more valued.
so if you bothered reading this, let me know. maybe, "We can burn the incense, and just chat, Relax, I got the good vibrations,....lets have a good conversation"
Peace people.
If you wanna celebrate my dirty thirty-eth with me just have a drink and relax. cause that what i'll be doing.
Peace
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Click.....(pt. 2)
Click.
beep....
Hey Miss...
just checkin', thought i'd see whats up.
get at me when you got a minute. click.
beep...
What up Queen?
you ran through my head,
so i figured i would check you,
holla atcha boy when you get time. click.
beep...
Whut ta gwan star?
you stay busy,
i ain't mad at ya'.
well i thought i'd catch up with you,
see how life's treatin' you.
peace. click.
beep...
i just heard this song on the radio...
it had me reminiscing on the good ol' days,
i know you would've appreciated it.
maybe your listening anyways.
well... peace. click
beep.
did i do something to you?
i thought we were closer than that!
let me know if i did something wrong.
i hope you're in a good place.
peace Ma'. click.
beep.
click.
beep.
click.
beep.
so it's like that?
you just gonna ig' me?
like we never knew each other?!
i gotcha!
fuck you d'en!
i didn't need you anyways.
click.
"... the number you have dialed is no longer in service, please check the number a try again."
beep.
mom, i'm sorry for what i said.
i just miss you so much.
i wish i could just hear your voice again.
mom...
call me when you're ready to talk.
click.
beep....
Hey Miss...
just checkin', thought i'd see whats up.
get at me when you got a minute. click.
beep...
What up Queen?
you ran through my head,
so i figured i would check you,
holla atcha boy when you get time. click.
beep...
Whut ta gwan star?
you stay busy,
i ain't mad at ya'.
well i thought i'd catch up with you,
see how life's treatin' you.
peace. click.
beep...
i just heard this song on the radio...
it had me reminiscing on the good ol' days,
i know you would've appreciated it.
maybe your listening anyways.
well... peace. click
beep.
did i do something to you?
i thought we were closer than that!
let me know if i did something wrong.
i hope you're in a good place.
peace Ma'. click.
beep.
click.
beep.
click.
beep.
so it's like that?
you just gonna ig' me?
like we never knew each other?!
i gotcha!
fuck you d'en!
i didn't need you anyways.
click.
"... the number you have dialed is no longer in service, please check the number a try again."
beep.
mom, i'm sorry for what i said.
i just miss you so much.
i wish i could just hear your voice again.
mom...
call me when you're ready to talk.
click.
Monday, January 08, 2007
Click... (a new concept)
click, i see what noOne else does...
we all are given beautifully unique gifts that some use,
but don't all exploit.
i take complete and wreckless advantage of mine, click
i treat it as though it were a girl with low self-worth,
and i have manipulated her to do my bidding,
she turns tricks for me, click
see's things my way, click
doesn't speak without being spoken too, click
she fucks me over sometimes, but i get even
i have made her make love to people before, right in front of me
she likes it though, it shows, click
she only wants to make me happy
it's impossible for her to hide her true feelings
she doesn't know how valuable she is, but i do
i have trained this girl not to think,
not to formulate her own ideas,
matter of fact...
every idea she has about life,
about love, click
about beauty, click
about creation, click
i put in to her.
ha...
damn i'm good,
click.
peace
thank you dad for my gift! love you. you'd be proud the way i abuse her.
we all are given beautifully unique gifts that some use,
but don't all exploit.
i take complete and wreckless advantage of mine, click
i treat it as though it were a girl with low self-worth,
and i have manipulated her to do my bidding,
she turns tricks for me, click
see's things my way, click
doesn't speak without being spoken too, click
she fucks me over sometimes, but i get even
i have made her make love to people before, right in front of me
she likes it though, it shows, click
she only wants to make me happy
it's impossible for her to hide her true feelings
she doesn't know how valuable she is, but i do
i have trained this girl not to think,
not to formulate her own ideas,
matter of fact...
every idea she has about life,
about love, click
about beauty, click
about creation, click
i put in to her.
ha...
damn i'm good,
click.
peace
thank you dad for my gift! love you. you'd be proud the way i abuse her.
Thursday, January 04, 2007
Click.....
This an edit of this post. I guess the system was unable to support my actions, so I'm just posting a link for the slideshow.
Peace
SlideShow at Flickr.com
Peace
SlideShow at Flickr.com
Thursday, December 14, 2006
Life... In Black & White
Here are some of my more recent photos. I've been photographing with my old school Canon, but i've been trying to save up for the "super-camera". God-willin' the first part of next year i will get it. Then all my people on here about to publish those great works of literature can holla at me about their cover photos.
my neice.
the kids. photos just don't do children justice.
i got a nice glare on this one, kinda whimsical.
the Queen, doing her thing.
my neice. 
oldie of my bro', possibly one of my favorite pics i've taken.
Peace.
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
No main topic...
"My restlessness is my nemesis,
It's hard to really chill and sit still..."-- Mos Def
Man as of late writing has been on the back burner for real. Although I love to write and read other people's blogs, I find myself getting distracted. I'm sure if I were 20 years younger they would diagnose me we some form of Attention Deficit Disorder. I just finished a course in Photography, so that I can more confidently delve into my love. I've also been working on the spiritual me.
Between those to things and family, my time is sparing. But I can't say I'm sad, or upset about any of it. My plan is one of divinity, so I feel the time will be there to do all things, when all things are to be done.
It's great to see that a few people still check for me in this blogosphere. I appreciate the love.
So what have ya'll been up to. Was this a great year (aside from the fact that we've lived to see most of it) for you. Are you accomplishing any of those "resolutions" that we set for yourselves months ago? Let me know. I'm a lover of conversation, so i invite any an all of it.
Peace.
Needle on the Record
Lyrical injections
collapse veins and attack my cerebral cortex
Biting through tissue, corrupting the soul,
polluting the mind.
Slowly taking control.
Control taken slowly is torturous,
freedom songs travel treacherous pathways
to help me
breath deep like these is last days.
Endorphins escape from self imposed solitude,
and make a break for it.
I am stranded.
hanging by thinly intertwined strings
interwoven thoughts, and ideas, and experiences
cultivated by hand, inspired by gods.
I lie
I lie still.
I still lie.
I still lie in wait for help to come.
collapse veins and attack my cerebral cortex
Biting through tissue, corrupting the soul,
polluting the mind.
Slowly taking control.
Control taken slowly is torturous,
freedom songs travel treacherous pathways
to help me
breath deep like these is last days.
Endorphins escape from self imposed solitude,
and make a break for it.
I am stranded.
hanging by thinly intertwined strings
interwoven thoughts, and ideas, and experiences
cultivated by hand, inspired by gods.
I lie
I lie still.
I still lie.
I still lie in wait for help to come.
Monday, October 23, 2006
Allow Me To Reintroduce Myself
Allow me to reintroduce myself...
Dang i need to write more. but i think i'm reconsumed by the spirit. not that it ever left me but it was in hibernation. so what's new? nothin' really, just chillin'. how ya'll doin? hopefully everybody is good...
....A Time Before Time....
the wounds that time doesn't heal,
the mind conceals,
using mental treachery and mental telepathy,
convincing like minds that they are like mines.
mines, sharing a field of thought,
ready to erupt when treaded upon.
it reinvents a reality that makes the body a casualty,
a soldier, killed in action, a victim a causality.
the effect of time,
the cause of time,
the beginning of the beginning.
the end of time...
...the mind drops mental bombs,
into the dreams of millions.
Allowing some of those affected to break through glass ceilings,
Allowing some of those affected to drop bombs on little children.
Allowing some of those effected to start spiritual healing.
I Used to Love H.e.r.a.
She flashed her locs.
Flashed them as though she were allowing the Sun God to massage her scalp,
all the while he placed soft kisses over her body,
leaving it bronzed.
Some areas appearing darker in tone than others, as though Ra had an affinity for thighs, breasts, the nape of the neck.
Sun's rays enlightened her mind, and warmed her heart.
Ripening her.
Bringing perfection to fruition in her,
with the blossom of a bosom that inticed many suitors,
eager to taste her nectar.
Dang i need to write more. but i think i'm reconsumed by the spirit. not that it ever left me but it was in hibernation. so what's new? nothin' really, just chillin'. how ya'll doin? hopefully everybody is good...
....A Time Before Time....
the wounds that time doesn't heal,
the mind conceals,
using mental treachery and mental telepathy,
convincing like minds that they are like mines.
mines, sharing a field of thought,
ready to erupt when treaded upon.
it reinvents a reality that makes the body a casualty,
a soldier, killed in action, a victim a causality.
the effect of time,
the cause of time,
the beginning of the beginning.
the end of time...
...the mind drops mental bombs,
into the dreams of millions.
Allowing some of those affected to break through glass ceilings,
Allowing some of those affected to drop bombs on little children.
Allowing some of those effected to start spiritual healing.
I Used to Love H.e.r.a.
She flashed her locs.
Flashed them as though she were allowing the Sun God to massage her scalp,
all the while he placed soft kisses over her body,
leaving it bronzed.
Some areas appearing darker in tone than others, as though Ra had an affinity for thighs, breasts, the nape of the neck.
Sun's rays enlightened her mind, and warmed her heart.
Ripening her.
Bringing perfection to fruition in her,
with the blossom of a bosom that inticed many suitors,
eager to taste her nectar.
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
60 words....
I got the inspiration for this story from Ms. Abeni. She did a great job at it, so I thought I'd pass it forward and also attempt this myself.
So all my fellow writers and exciters take up the challenge and let me know what you all create.
Resistance
A Gunshot rang. Crimson tides flowed like magma down the path of least resistance. This path had brought two souls, and one lead projectile together. The ease which the gun came into the victors hand, the tearing through the air, the fabric of the victims shirt and skin and organs, the absence of parental guidance, all walked this same path.
Peace.
Now.... every body do this... i don't wanna have to call names. Peace my pretty people.
So all my fellow writers and exciters take up the challenge and let me know what you all create.
Resistance
A Gunshot rang. Crimson tides flowed like magma down the path of least resistance. This path had brought two souls, and one lead projectile together. The ease which the gun came into the victors hand, the tearing through the air, the fabric of the victims shirt and skin and organs, the absence of parental guidance, all walked this same path.
Peace.
Now.... every body do this... i don't wanna have to call names. Peace my pretty people.
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Wheel it back selecta....
This is a replay of my first ever blog post. I felt it was appropriate to rebroadcast it.
Peace
I seem to recall an incident involving the water, racism and people dying before. I can't remember if it was a movie, or a sit-com, or perhaps a PBS special... Hmmmm........Now I remember, it was around 1927 and Jim Crow was still around doing his "thang", you know disenfranchising the Negroes. Well, what seems to have happened was that a bunch of leaders in the Delta area(encompassing the southern Mississippi Valley), realizing that at some point in future they could potentially, which would possibly decimate the city of Greenville, MS, and a lot of the surrounding farm land. Well, these officials decided it would be necessary to take action, and immediately began construction on a series of levees that would safeguard the residence against any natural disasters. Being that this was going to be a large scale project, and very labor intensive, the powers that be felt Negroes would be best suited for the job. You know with their "laziness" and all. So they pulled together all the Negroes they could to handle the job, making them work long hours for little pay. On top of that all those opposing the hard labor practices, and considering leaving, were threatened with force... This is 1927, several years after the Emancipation Proclamation, but I digress.So we have Blacks working on the levee system, for low pay, and the threat of death. We have racism. All we need now is.... A Disaster, correct.In late 1926, early 1927, as Herbert Hoover sat in the White House, rain began to pound the Mid-West states. This was significant, because all the rain would eventually travel down to the Gulf of Mexico, via the Mississippi River. So, as this event began to take shape, residence on the Delta Valley were urged to leave the homes for higher ground. Some did, some didn't, what else is new... But some, couldn't. These people were called "Negroes." Well, what happened was, that some smart white people knowing that after the disaster was over, rebuilding would have to take place. So why let the "lazy" people go, when more than likely they wouldn't come back. So with the threat of force, and maybe killing a few of them just to show you mean it, the Negroes were told to stay.There's a lot more to the story but, there isn't a good ending. Negro = Disenfranchisement, is the moral of the story.And, sure this isn't exactly what happened in Louisiana, but it can give a lot of perspective on the mentality of both racial groups.
Peace
I seem to recall an incident involving the water, racism and people dying before. I can't remember if it was a movie, or a sit-com, or perhaps a PBS special... Hmmmm........Now I remember, it was around 1927 and Jim Crow was still around doing his "thang", you know disenfranchising the Negroes. Well, what seems to have happened was that a bunch of leaders in the Delta area(encompassing the southern Mississippi Valley), realizing that at some point in future they could potentially, which would possibly decimate the city of Greenville, MS, and a lot of the surrounding farm land. Well, these officials decided it would be necessary to take action, and immediately began construction on a series of levees that would safeguard the residence against any natural disasters. Being that this was going to be a large scale project, and very labor intensive, the powers that be felt Negroes would be best suited for the job. You know with their "laziness" and all. So they pulled together all the Negroes they could to handle the job, making them work long hours for little pay. On top of that all those opposing the hard labor practices, and considering leaving, were threatened with force... This is 1927, several years after the Emancipation Proclamation, but I digress.So we have Blacks working on the levee system, for low pay, and the threat of death. We have racism. All we need now is.... A Disaster, correct.In late 1926, early 1927, as Herbert Hoover sat in the White House, rain began to pound the Mid-West states. This was significant, because all the rain would eventually travel down to the Gulf of Mexico, via the Mississippi River. So, as this event began to take shape, residence on the Delta Valley were urged to leave the homes for higher ground. Some did, some didn't, what else is new... But some, couldn't. These people were called "Negroes." Well, what happened was, that some smart white people knowing that after the disaster was over, rebuilding would have to take place. So why let the "lazy" people go, when more than likely they wouldn't come back. So with the threat of force, and maybe killing a few of them just to show you mean it, the Negroes were told to stay.There's a lot more to the story but, there isn't a good ending. Negro = Disenfranchisement, is the moral of the story.And, sure this isn't exactly what happened in Louisiana, but it can give a lot of perspective on the mentality of both racial groups.
Monday, August 21, 2006
3 seconds in a life series...
I decided to write a "3 seconds in the life" poem. Hopefully i can write a series of them.. who know's.
....Suicide Bomber....
Three...
No time to freeze,
only time to breathe,
i feel the stretch of my cotton tee,
as i start to... heave,
then relieve
my body of what it no longer needs.
oxygen.
it's only purpose now is to
feeds the flames,
make the bangs go boom,
seal my fate and seal their doom.
destroy some live, make the news.
the shit is bigger than religion,
i gives a fuck about the Jews.
Two...
i am the means,
i don't need to see the ends
my plans to build and destroy
some of these institutions.
so when this act
brings forth revolution,
and inspires some solution
to this population pollution,
while contributing to the eradication
of an education system that
that does little for edification,
and nothing for the black nation.
you will all witness this demolition
of our government through the extradition
of these self-preserving politians,
lining their pockets with our pensions.
One...
but, what about the innocent,
are they guilty through their ignorance?
couldn't i just reach out,
and try to grab their common sense?
then again, fuck their misdirected allegiance,
treating this government
like it deserves reverence.
while we lack relevence.
only given the ghost of freedom
for our lawful adherence, and
showing little resistance
to our powerless existence.
who else will be a soldier for the war of independence
and hold these truths as evidence...?
as i utter my last words...
"Good-bye Mr. President".
Peace
....Suicide Bomber....
Three...
No time to freeze,
only time to breathe,
i feel the stretch of my cotton tee,
as i start to... heave,
then relieve
my body of what it no longer needs.
oxygen.
it's only purpose now is to
feeds the flames,
make the bangs go boom,
seal my fate and seal their doom.
destroy some live, make the news.
the shit is bigger than religion,
i gives a fuck about the Jews.
Two...
i am the means,
i don't need to see the ends
my plans to build and destroy
some of these institutions.
so when this act
brings forth revolution,
and inspires some solution
to this population pollution,
while contributing to the eradication
of an education system that
that does little for edification,
and nothing for the black nation.
you will all witness this demolition
of our government through the extradition
of these self-preserving politians,
lining their pockets with our pensions.
One...
but, what about the innocent,
are they guilty through their ignorance?
couldn't i just reach out,
and try to grab their common sense?
then again, fuck their misdirected allegiance,
treating this government
like it deserves reverence.
while we lack relevence.
only given the ghost of freedom
for our lawful adherence, and
showing little resistance
to our powerless existence.
who else will be a soldier for the war of independence
and hold these truths as evidence...?
as i utter my last words...
"Good-bye Mr. President".
Peace
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
Fast ForWORD
I have been away from my words for a whil now. Its not so much that i'm not inspired to write, it's more that I haven't need to.
I experience these emotion every other month or two. I guess its my equivilent to the PMS or somethin'.
I decided to post some blasts from the past. These are just a couple of reminders of how far we have come, and how far we need to go. Also reminders on how much some people wanted to see us dead.
And my personal favorite...
Did Ice Cube just say "get your girl in the mood quicker, get your jimmy(penis) thicker..."? Wow and these were on regular TV back in the day.
Peace
I experience these emotion every other month or two. I guess its my equivilent to the PMS or somethin'.
I decided to post some blasts from the past. These are just a couple of reminders of how far we have come, and how far we need to go. Also reminders on how much some people wanted to see us dead.
And my personal favorite...
Did Ice Cube just say "get your girl in the mood quicker, get your jimmy(penis) thicker..."? Wow and these were on regular TV back in the day.
Peace
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