"I wasn't supposed to make it past twenty-five,..."

"...jokes on you I'm Still Alive,..." --Kanye West (We Don't Care)

I've been on this planet in the "physical" form, now, for 28 years... And guess what? I ain't dead yet! That's right. I know i don't blog that often, so some might consider me dead at times, but low and behold, I return.

Aside from actually being here today, here are a few more accomplishments I can be proud to exclaim:

1. I haven't been convicted of a felony, yet. This one was easy. But i'm sure most of us know the alarming number of black male's sitting behind bars. I mean, black men make up 12% of the population, but amass 44% of those incarcerated in this country, so I'm happy to have been able to escape that path for this long. I know that their are lots of statistics that contribute to these number's, but yet and still, i have thus far been able to steer clear of this one.
2. I ain't dead yet. I remember in the late 80's and early 90's statistics saying that 2 in 10 Black children won't make it to the ripe ol' age of 25. As a 13 year old kid, that shit damn near blew me away. I started counting my friends, and wondering which of us wasn't gonna make it. It wasn't til later that statistics aren't always national, sometimes it only applies to a certain region. I can see why some of my friends went to do crimes and get real wreckless, because if you only got 10 years left, might as well enjoy that shit.
3. I actually have a job. With the employment rate for Black men nearly triple than that of their white counterparts, and the quick and mostly ridiculous media reports assumptions, i can kinda understand why Black boys don't have a clue what to do with thier lives. I think i was lucky to have people in my life who could tell me about all types of careers to follow. But to many, thiers nobody they can see or interact with who's an Engineer, or a Pharmacist, or a AstroPhysicist. So if you don't see it, how can you be it? Thus the reason for the love of wanting to be an athlete or a rapper.

So in conclusion... there is much for me to be happy for at the young-old-age of 28... i mean 29.. dang i gotta get used to that number.

***Oh yeah i'd like to thank all the staticians out there for depressing Black people for all these years!!!

Peace.

Go Me... it's your birthday.... i'm gonna party....

Cuz it's my birthday... and you know you should give eff, cuz it's my birthday!!!!


Well that's the official song for next Tuesday. I might not get many blogs done between now and then, so I figure now was a good time to get it done.

But if you're yearning for some of my writings, i implore you to check my older stuff. I think i have a lot of untouched posts on this site so please check me out.

I also would appreciate conversation about anything i've written so IM (instant message) me or drop a line somewhere.

Peace my people, and party safe and what not this weekend.


Peace

"One good thing about music,..."

"...when it hits you fell no pain."-- Bob Marley, Trenchtown Rock

As much as I admire and love Bob Marley; As much as I love the relevance and timelessness of his music and message; I'm beginning to see some untruth in this line.

Maybe because Bob recorded Trenchtown Rock in the 70's, years before the "Bling" era of rap music, he probably couldn't find much fault in making such a statement. But, my how times have changed. If there's anything that's causing me pain, it has to be music right now. Music playing on the radio right is killin' my spirit right now, and the fact that my CD player is not working properly, i'm kinda in a position where i either drink the "kool-aid" or die of thirst.

Since i really ain't down with the mass suicide that today's radio is assisting so many people with, I've been getting familiar with some Country Music.

Quick side note.... did ya'll know there is a country song called "Honky Tonk Badonkadonk"?? Dang, even country music is jackin' hiphop culture!

So I decided to list just a few of the most euthanising songs i've heard:

1. One of the worst is this song called Give me that Pussy (*excuse the language*). With lyrics like--
"...She might go back to the telly(hotel) with me,
Shake her jelly(body) with me,
Let my people bust(ejaculate) on her face and her belly with me..."

and, a chorus that tells women to "Give me that Pussy...", I can see how this can be considered radio friendly.

2. Next, is Gettin' Some Head. Now this song is not nearly as offensive as Give me that Pussy, but it's damn near close. It really just shows us how far backwards music as gone. I remember a time when this song wouldn't get played on the radio because of censorship, or if it was played, it was at the ass-crack of night. Nowadays I wouldn't be surprised to hear some high school band playing this at a football game.

3. Any of the songs that are out, or have been out recently glorifying the "Trap" life. The Trap is new slang for the hood or any drug-ridden, impoverished area. It originates out of the South, but i've heard my homeboy see people in Boston rock t-shirts with "TrapStar" written across them. I really hate the over glorification of criminal behavior that we seem to be constantly bombarding ourselves with. Isn't it bad enough that we call it the "trap"? Doesn't that signify something greater than a neighborhood? Maybe a "rat-trap", or a "mental-trap", and possibly even a "boobie-trap"... in other words, traps are cannot be a good place to be. Because you are then at the will of the "trapper".

Maybe i can't hold it against Brother Bob's famous lyrics, i mean may be it's a logic problem. Music does not cause pain. Some rap causes pain. Some rap is not music. Makes sense to me.

That's it for now. I'm sorry to realize that all the selected material for this post was formulated from the minds of the South. I'm am sure every region plays a part in this spreading of this self-inflicting-mind-deteriorating-culturally-genocidal epidemic, but since this is where i'm at, i have to talk what i know and what i hear.

Peace.

Peace Brother Malcolm 1925-1965

I can't let this day go buy without having posted atleast one message commemorating the birthday of Brother Malcolm Shabazz. He is one of my few mentors and has meant a lot to me.




So Peace. Here are some links to information on him, I definitely implore you all to spend a few minutes honoring his memory by reading or listening to one of his many speeches. His messages are so relevant today that it's not even funny.

Official Website of Malcolm X

Audio Files

Audio and Video

Peace!!!!

I am Man, Hear me Roar...

Ya' know, sometimes I even amaze myself. I mean, i know i am a bright, attractive, and very gifted man, but I always seem to find out something new and great about me. I know what some of ya'll might be saying, "he's a cocky little guy, ain't he?", and i respond to that by saying, "if i don't say i'm the greatest, who will?".

You may ask, "what fumes has Verse been sniffin' on today?" Well i haven't been sniffin many fumes but i did have to some over the past 4 days. It all started on Thursday, when on my way to work i noticed a very noticeable "check engine" light on my car on my way to work. This wasn't good. So when i got to work i read in my car book, and found some cause for the potential wallet threatening warning. After doing some investigation, I summized that it must be a battery problem. So i decided to go to the dealership and have them run a check on my system and give me an estimate of how many children it's gonna cost me to get it fixed.

They come back in short order, and matter-of-factly, without any hint of remorse or regret, say...."it'll be about $980 to repair the car". What tha Fuck? $980! Damn! Damn these foreign cars...

Things I can do with $980:
-Buy daughter 3300 diapers, which would last about a week.
-Buy me the new XBox360 and 1 game.
-Buy my son 2 days at Disney, and maybe a soda there.
-Buy wifey a baby sitter so she can get a break.

So after i told them to just bring my car around and drove away, i did what i always do when my car is acting funny, i called my Dad. Since he's an mechanic, i figured he could best tell me what i should and could do on my own. After scoffing at the cost to repair, he then offered me the encouragement to do the work myself. I immediately began calling autopart stores in search of the best deal on the part i needed. I eventually found it for a cost of 180 bucks. So i ordered the part on Friday, and picked i up this past monday.

I used a couple of my paid days off and worked on it and completed the project yesterday evening. All in all i am happy, and i was able to drive it to work today, so i know it's working.

new part for your car....... $203
miscellaneous cost of working on it myself...... $62.00
having saved over $700, and being able to reaffirm my manhood....... priceless.

Peace.

4 things and First Year Lists

I have once again succumb to the wishes of another blogger and completed this "list". i hope you all take this info down, and use it to get credit cards in my name.


YOUR FIRST YEAR OF COLLEGE.....
School: Florida Agricultural and Mechanical University located in Tallahassee, Florida.

Where did you live? Sampson—3rd Floor. P phi P (playa phi pimp) ran things that year.

Who was/were your roommate(s)? My man Jake from the Chi. I don’t think dude woulda made it through that year if not for all the goodies my Mom’s sent down.

Do you still talk to them? Nah. He moved back to the Chi. I think he coaches basketball up there.

Ever get in trouble in the dorms? nope, I knew how to run.

Something you remember about when you first lived on campus? playing dominoes all day. Ordering $5 pizza from this place called Backyard Pizza, and I could swear they made it in their backyard. Chillin’ on the “Set”. And going to the Biggie concert for free.

Your campus phone number or other number:who remembers that? Unless you’re a sophmore.

First party attended? It was at Diamonds n’ Pearls (DNP) it was off the chain, plus it was down the street from the school.

First Bar you got wasted at? Never drank in college.

Favorite Pizza Place? ”dominos. actually, the drivers weren't getting robbed until my class got there, then all hell broke loose. we were some fucking thugs for real.”—Nikki

Thanks to Nikki’s class Domino’s wouldn’t deliver when I got there. So BackYard pizza was the lick.

Favorite place to go out to eat? Guthries. The place had 5 things on the menu. Chicken finger box, Chicken finger sandwich, Toast, Drink, and maybe a salad.

Did you go to the library? all of the time. We weren’t allowed to have chicks in the room, so you had to take them somewhere. Get you one of the hidden “study” rooms and you were straight.

What was your Favorite Floor you'd always be on? Third Floor. Ya’ll betta recognize.

Club, Athletics, Frat or Sororities, you joined? P phi P. and Me Phi Me

Where did you buy your books? Books???

Who made the best wings? Don’t know.

Ever attend a sporting event? no doubt. It was FAMU, home of Mighty Hundred.

Ever attend a concert or comedic performance? Biggie Smalls was the illest. I saw Sommore (comedian) Earthquake, etc.

Have you ever spent the night on campus not in your dorm hall? Nah. i wasn't gonna get sent home over no chick.

Favorite night to go out on, and where did you go? Wednesday for Wicked Wednesday, also Thursday thru Tuesday as well. And I still banged out good grades freshman year…. What!

Where did you get your coffee? Don’t drink the stuff.

Favorite part of Halloween? ”what kind of fucking question is this? no really...what the fuck this gotta do with the list as a whole?”---Nikki

Ditto.

Go see a play or been in one? I saw one or two. The Three Mo’ Tenors.

Did you ever have a job at school? Yep. I worked at the car wash place down the street from the school. I did that for about a week. Worked at a gas station for two years.

What do you hate about your college? Not getting my Net Check on time. Don’t play with my money…

What did you love most about it? People I met. Life Education I got. Baby I made. Wife I found.

Ever leave to go on a road trip, where? All the time. Miami, Atlanta, Orlando, Gainesville, Panama City, J-Ville.

Where would you believe is the best location to live in? Palmetto Apartments. Atleast chicks could come in to your spot. Though they couldn’t come in your room… wtf?

Graduated or still attending? Graduated. FAMU…FAMU… FAM God damn U, alright, alright.

Will you go back? one day. Probably when my kids attend.

How many parking tickets have you gotten there? I left there with $800 dollars in fines, but they never made me pay them. I was only in that handicapped spot for ten minutes. Give me a break!

Finally, ever gotten arrested? Nope.

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FOUR THINGS
Four nicknames I've been given: I never had one…. Damn. Nobody like me enough.

Four movies I would watch over and over: Friday, Belly (first 5 minutes), Paid in Full, Carlito’s Way.

Four jobs that I have had in my life:
1. Chinese Restaurant (cut veggies all day)
2. tutor/teaching assistant
3. grocery bagger
4. On-site Government Representative to Contracting Officer aka baby sitter.

Four places I have lived: England, tallahassee, Germany, atlanta

Four TV shows I like to watch: My Name is Earl, BoonDocks, The Office, Everybody Hates Chris

Four places I have been on vacation: New Orleans, Netherlands, d.c., my momma house

Four things I could NOT live without: my music, my children, my functioning brain, and my camera. I had “my penis", but I opted for camera, afterall I do have children already listed.

Four of my favorite foods: oven baked macaroni, taco’s , cheesecake, fried catfish.

Four places I would rather be right now: at home with the FAM, reading (cause I’m supposed to be), taking pictures, playing in the rain like I used to when I was a kid.


Peace Out.

Let me know if you get that Credit card. Cause i might need you to get me something with it.

Peace.

Wednesday

It was one of those Wednesdays, not the type that makes you wish it was the following Friday, but the type that made you yearn for the previous Monday. Because, if it were Monday the memories of the past few hours probably would have never existed.

It was getting late, and the darkness began to bleed onto the off-white colored walls, and furniture of the modestly decorated studio apartment. Shadows were being splattered across the picture frames that hung around the room. A murderous silence had engulfed the space.

He hadn’t moved from the Rent-a-Center branded, vinyl covered, metal framed chair in hours. It was obviously the most uncomfortable chair he owned, and although it made him squirm occasionally, he stayed there. The comforting he wanted would not be satisfied by any inanimate object, let alone a chair.

Maybe the chair was a, sort of, self imposed punishment, forcing him to recollect.

It was the 7:00 a.m. intolerable beeps of the alarm clock that had changed everything. Actually the clock is only partially to blame; most of it belonged to his subconscious mind. The part of his brain that had republished the repressed memories of “her". He had dreams of Nina in the past, but none played as prominently in his mind as this one had. This one had challenged him to accept something, which he didn’t want to believe.

Blind faith had always been a hindrance in Akil’s life. From politics and UFO’s, to religion and Love, Akil never believed anything until it was proven, and observed. And if he couldn’t witness it, then it didn’t exist. This was one aspect of his life that Nina had created a hiccup in; with the idea that some things come from a sense of knowing and feeling. Knowing that not all things’ can be revealed with an abacus and a chalk board, and feeling, a movement, internally towards something or somebody.

He appreciated and detested her for that.

He appreciated that she had been willing to challenge his philosophy. But he had a certain level of disdain for her, one, for the fact that she had been fairly successful in proving it. And, two, for where and what she had brought him through. For, Akil wouldn’t be sitting in this chair, on this Wednesday, watching the bloody shadows run down the faces on the pictures in his home, if not for Nina. It was her absence that had created the memories, that he had to suppress, that had permeated into and stained his consciousness at 7:00 a.m. this morning, which had forced him to punish himself by sitting in the worst seat in his home; contemplating her absence.

She had brought him to this point. Her selfishness. Leaving without reason, without speaking, without him, never to be seen again.

Reports said that her remains were found, and that she had taken her own life. That she had chosen to condemn her Soul to a fate worst than Hell. To the purgutorious world that held captive to those Soul’s that didn’t deserve the peace that Hell had to offer.

Akil couldn’t believe what he heard. Not that it shocked him, but the fact that Nina no longer existed. He had avoided all possible chances to view the remains of what was said to be her two-year old dead body. He believed that if he did not observe her death, nor saw proof, it couldn’t be true. That ideology had worked so many times before in his life. It had comforted him.

But now he was uncomfortable. He sat in his cheap, vinyl covered barstool, in total darkness, looking towards the pictures that hung on the wall. Even though he could not visibly see them, he knew they were there. He knew from a sense of knowing, and felt from a, sort of, internal movement that they were there, and that Nina was not.

He detested her for filling his head with such invalidatible theories of knowing and feeling.

Because if not for Nina, Akil wouldn’t be looking at the pictures hanging on his wall, and watching the blood and the shadows slowly engulf his space. He wouldn’t be sitting there, uncomfortably waiting to join Nina in that Hell greater than Hell.



Peace.

Get on the Train.

It's really been a minute since i've blogged or even read blogs. The train of life seems to be larger and faster than my train of thought lately. i've been encountering new horizons at every turn, whether it's at home, with my other people's, or at work.

before i continue, i emplore ya'll to check this site NeosoulCafe.com it is definitely playing some good music. Soul music. Why is it only black artist seem to be able to produce soul music? what, white folk are soulless? hmmm...

Anyways. I heard today in reports that American Movie Classic (AMC) channel broadcasted the movie, Birth of a Nation, last night. In Atlanta one of the morning show host, was upset about its showing, and the portrayal of Black folks in the movie. it cast a deeply disparaging view of an America where "we" are allowed to be free. We rape white women, are shiftless, lazy, good for nothings. We are considered renegades... until the Mighty KKKlan arrives on the scene to tame the "wild beasts".

So i listen to this radio host knocking the broadcast of such a vile piece, in todays modern era. How this movie can affect race relations, and the like.

Then i say to myself... i coulda swore this was the same host i hear playing self-denegrating music on the radio, and in the clubs he deejays. the same host i called once before because their morning local school "shout out" list aired adjacent to a Captain Morgans/Alcoholic Kool-Aid commercial. The hypocrisy is running rampant, and the number of messages we are sending to the youth, and the adults are ridiculous. And the message that usually gets heard, is the one with a finger snap on the track, or the one with Lil' Jon screamin' on it, or the one that has the catchy hook, the hook that is geared towards pre-schoolers.

We sometimes shout at the blatant signs of racism, but do little about the more subversive acts of it. Why?

Do we really think we have the power if "we" are the ones calling ourselves lazy, whoremongering, irresponsible people? i guess as long as it ain't nobody but us doing it, it's okay.

Peace.

"It's been a long time, i shouldn't have left you..."- Rakim

What is up my people? I've been on hiatus for a few days so now i'm back to breathe some of that good blogosphere air. I know ya'll have been awaiting my return on pens and needles, so wait no more.

The last week has been a kinda vacation and a metamorphosis. Aside from one of my homeboys from high school coming down to visit and helping take me back to the essence of myself, wifey and i had a nice little talk about some things. I am feeling a lot more optimistic about my future than i did when i wrote the piece i wrote prior to this post.

Nothing does the body better than a renewal of the spirit. When your spirit is fresh and revived... age can do very little to prevent forward movement.

So as you all bask in the light that is currently eminating from my persons... I hope you all feel the light, see the light, and be the light.

Peace.

Everybody's Everything; My Own Nothing

A few posts ago Nikki posted a question asking people if they have ever had an epiphany. I did, so... "i wrote a song-about-it. wanna-here-it? here-it-go...."

"I got t'ree jobs, mon!"
Not really but that's one of my favorite In Living Color bits,
I never knew if Jamaican people found that offensive, though.

I am a husband
I am a father,
I am a lover,
I am also a brother,
I am a, so called, "good son" to my father and mother.
I am a buffer, and a rebuffer.
I am not the middle child, but
I am the child in the middle.
I am a counseler,
I am a consoler,
I am a cooler of hot heads,
I am a voice of reason,
I am a Cheerleader
I am a Loan Officer,
I am a Peace Maker,
I am a Spiritual Adviser, and
I am the Devil's advocate.

I am everybody's everything,
I am my own nothing.


Peace.

"thank-ya-very-much!"-- in living color.

"911 is a joke in yo' town..."

Questions Pt. 3

Hello all! I know you've all been waiting to see what other Verses lay in the mind of me. now that i look at that past line, it sounds kinda corny, forgive me. But yeah, here a few more things that have entered my mind lately and have not left yet so i'll share, but i ask that ya'll share as well. Like i always say "each one, teach one" so take me to school. Aight?

Why is a new Georgia law about to make it open season on shooting Black males?

Well, Georgia has gone the way of several other states like, Texas, Florida, and Louisiana, with a new "Shoot First Law". Notice that these all happen to be southern states? Well what the law basically says is that; if you feel "threatened" by another person, whether your in you home, car, or any public place, you have the legal right to discharge your firearm into the "threatening person" without the fear of prosecution. This law will require people to no longer avoid confrontation, or seek refuge when confronted with a "threatening" character.
Okay let's define "threat". Now, after thinking about who I've ever really considered a threat to my persons, and my mind began to click. Click, click, click. Then i realized i've never felt my life threatened. Not even the time i was standing in a gas station while it was being robbed. And then I thought on the greater scale, who are the biggest, or the perceived biggest, threats in Georgia, or any other state. Black Men! So from my deductive reasoning, i basically take this law to say that, "white people. you no longer have to cross to the other side of the street when you see a group or "gang" of Black Men walking towards you!" I could be wrong, but in the next few years i'm expecting to hear of a lot more cases of justifiable homocide.
What do ya'll think? Am i just stuck in "black thought", or do you think this is a likely scenario?

Peace.

For more info on the law click here . Peace Out!

Untitled joint i spoke.

These are the lyrics for a audio post i created a few days ago.


My soliloquies,
speak of tranquility.
You feelin' me?
All i ask is you be real with me,
but you instead you tend to do the opposite,
we can't chill on the boat for a day, without one of us rockin' it.
i ain't knockin' it
i'm jus sayin',
know-what-i'm-sayin'?
Must not cuz we delayin',
sprayin',
negative vibes in each other's space bubble.
can we go a whole day without lookin' in the face of trouble?
cuz we always on the News,
singin' the white man's blues,
wearing the white man's blues,
while the white man blew your dreams out the window.
have you thinkin' thats the end,
though,
the chance get slimmer,
and the tunnel light gets dimmer,
we all have God to lighten us,
and each other to enlighten us.

Peace.

The Questions... Pt. 2

Okay now back to my questions. If you didn't read my first five check them out below.

Why do we believe marriage is supposed to work?
Why are we one of the few creatures on earth that actually "attempt" to practice a life long monogamous relationship? If you look at the behaivor and practices of the animal on earth they choose their mate for the season and after that it's on to the next. There are a few animals that kill their mates after procreation, and I definitely don't condone that, but I think we should consider the institution of marriage and it's purpose in human existence.
If you think about the fact that more than 50% of marriages will end in divorce, and increasing daily, you get the idea that people don't want to be held captive to just one person for life. This is why I laugh and shake my head when I meet women looking for "Mr. Right", because it's like looking for the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. It just doesn't exist.
I can't believe that there is one person that contains all the attributes that one desires in a soulmate. I did a list of things I'd like in my mate and I'm lucky to have 3 or 4 in any one person. So what do I do? Do I just keep looking for that complete package, or do I deny myself the enjoyment of qualities?

Why has pornography pervaded every orifice of technology?
Okay, if you read my recent material you know I enjoy porn. I believe it's a healthy relationship, so hey, don't hate! Now, as much as I like appreciate the internet's infinite supply of every possible and concievable type of porn, I think we might have begin being concerned. I really appreciate the fact that I don't have to go to a special store, where I have to park around back, just to get the latest movies. And porn has always been here, from cave drawings to silent film, but recently it's gotten out of hand.
As of now, there probably is no single technological multimedia invention that has not be touched by it. I mean, cell phones, computers, magazines, t.v., satelite radio, in-dash and seat mounted car dvd players, and now even iPods. iPod!! Now we can walk down the street and watch a porno, or while waiting for the school bus. Part of me says "I wish I were in high school right about now" and part of me is glad i'm not. Primarily because stimulation overload and no place for release wouldn't be good for a 16 year old me.
So now we got access to porn, and no way to slow it down. And I'm aware of the consequences of a society that doesn't have a tight grip on the leash of morality, i.e. Sodom and Gomorrah, but who wants somebody else upholding a moral standard, that you may or may not endorse? So we are left to wait for what will be the next technological device for our viewing or listening pleasure. One day we'll see how this all play out...
hopefully there's no "money shot". LOL. that was wrong...

Peace OUT!

one last little rant... why is there porn of the Simpson's? i'm mean come on! really, The Simpson's?

Peace.

Untitled joint i wrote.

The Questions... Pt. 1

With all the talk of list and tags askin' about the type of women I want, or what I want to do before i die i decided to write some questions, and possible answers that have been perplexing me as of late. Enjoy.

Let's say I'm a die hard Christian, and really thankful for Jesus in my life, and praise Him and all. Does that mean I should be thankful for slavery, to some degree?
I mean, i know it's a stretch. Millions of us Black people in America are direct descendents of slaves, and most of us Christian. Now, we got that religion from White folks and were persecuted under their belief in it, because they (white folks) thought the Bible told them enslavement of the Africans was justified.
So if we pray to this God of the Bible, and thank him for "saving" us, and believe that we have nothing if we don't have him. Then doesn't it go to say that without the chain of events that unfurled, we would be in Africa dying and suffering for our sins? So.... we should thank white people for giving us this religion, even though it was pretty f'd up how they introduced it?

Why do I love chicks with naturals so much?
I remember back when I was at FAMU i'd look past a lot of chicks just to check out the one with the locs, or the low ceasar, or an afro puff. And whats funny all my homeboys would look around and the same room of chicks and say, "there you go" whenever the saw a chick with a natural. My last girlfriend rocked a perm the first year of our relationship, and then one day she surprised me and cut off her hair, and rocked the ceasar. She looked like 10 times better after that.
My current belief is that it's still not culturally typical, acceptable to have a natural, and i like anything that goes against the establishment.

Why do the women of Africa have the smoothest skin I've ever seen?
I was watching a program on women of Somalia, and I couldn't help but notice that the women, even the young one's of pubescent age, had some flawless looking skin. And with all the stress and strife they deal with in thier lives, you would expect it to show, but it doesn't.
Probably because of all the "garbage" we put into our bodies in this country and all the toxins we ingest and inhale, we are unlikely to have the level of perfection in our skin.

Why are Brazillian women so damn fine?
I don't know if I'm jumping on th Snoop and Pharrell band wagon here, but I've been seeing pictures and videos with these women, and I can't help but say "Damn!". It's ridiculous. I hope my enamourment is not based on the eurocentric standard of beauty, but more the Africanity of their features. I haven't figured it out yet. But not everything is worth disecting, sometimes its good not to overanalyze and enjoy the scenery.

Why do people assume I'm born on Christmas?
Ok, let me start of by saying my last name is Christmas... Now, typically your last name comes from your father, who gets his from his father. But for some damn reason a lot of people, mostly white, have to ask either, "where did you get that last name from?" or "were you born on Christmas?". To which I usually say, "From my daddy, ya' damn fool!" or "You don't get last names based on your birthday ya' idiot!", at least that what I say in my head.

My new verbal response is more sarcastic than that. I usually just give them a little genealogy lesson, stating basically that as far as I know we were once OWNED by some white folks in Virginia, and they gave us the name. I guess white people forget about that part in history when they ask question like to Black people.


well that's all for now, more later. Peace OUT!

10 things.

Rules:If I tag you, you have to do the following:
1. The tagged victim must come up with 10 different points of their perfect lover.
2. Need to mention gender of target.
3. Tag 8 victims to join this game and leave a comment saying they've been tagged.
4. If tagged again, there's no need to post a 2nd time.

I can basically sum up the perfect women in one statement, written by an artist named Ras Kass on a song entitled Soul On Ice. “I want a woman with the body of a whore and/ and attitude like Lauryn.” Now that sounds vague, simple and kinda typical for a man, but let me attempt to break that down.

1. The body of a whore.No need for an explanation. But let me do so anyways, before ya’ll get the wrong idea. By whore I don’t mean in the trashy, run-down, slutty dressing sense. I mean the type of check that just has everything, and in the right places. Not so much a model-type chick but a proportioned-type chick. And one who knows how that maintanence is important in keeping it together.
2. Attitude like Lauryn.
Now this portion is based strictly on what I percieved at one time Lauryn’s attitude to be like. With all the craziness surrounding her now, I might have to make adjustments to this. She basically just needs to be “cool”, in the sense that she should understand that all things come in cycle, so stressing or flippin’ out over unforseen circumstances is useless, and will only affect you in the long run.
3. Music.
This is the cornerstone of any strong relationship with me. An appreciation of my music. I don’t necessarily expect all women to up on Little Brother, or Mos Def, or whoever, but just open your ears to it. I don’t want to hear “Cut that crap off” if I’m bumpin’ it in the whip or something. Ya’ might get kicked out the ride for that. Plus a fan of soul music. See #2
4. Trust and honesty.
I guess these are important. Everybody says they are, so I guess they are. Sometimes I don’t feel like hearing the truth, I am human, and sometimes the truth eff’n sucks. It’s good to be in the Matrix every once in a while. But mostly the truth is good if not a great way to keep a relationship moving forward.
5. Compassion.
Compassion for human suffering, and for the basic needs of all people. The realization that all people need an advocate, and the willingness to be that advocate. See #2
6. Understanding.
Understanding of every Man’s basic “needs”. We all know what these needs are, so there’s really no need to elaborate. Women just need to know that sex is a drug, not a weapon, and as with any addiction, it will take more of that “drug” to satisfy the urges of it. So be conscious of that.
7. Open-minded.
Being open-minded, to me, is a very attractive trait. The willingness to step away from the traditional school of thought, and considering embracing a new and alternative one, will win my affection all by itself. This partially relates to item #2 and #3.
8. Self sustaining.
I like women who don’t need a man to complete them. The type of chick who will go to the mall by herself, or will go treat herself to nice dinner. Sometimes we need that space.
9. Sense of Humor.
I like to crack jokes and have fun laughing at silly stuff. There is a time and a place to be serious, but I go with the old addage, “Laughter is the best medicine”.
10. And last but definitely not least a healthy respect for Porn.
I think so many women tend to think that these “skin flicks” are dirty, sinful pieces of entertainment with no redeeming qualities. I don’t agree, I actually believe this world would be a much worse place without the genre. “Embrace the Porn” that’s what I say. Not really but at least don’t pull out the crucifixes when you come across one.

I really have no other requirements for women, except that you adopt and embrace the language from my previous post on what our children should be exposed to.

now, do i know 8 bloggers? i don't think so. so if you get tagged by me, deal with it! just jokin'.
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Is it possible?

One quick question... I'm wondering if it's at all possible for men to be "on their period". I mean i know not biologically it's not, but emotionally. Like for example a few weeks ago I wrote some things to someone, who may have considered me a friend, and I consider her one as well. But, yeah, so i go off on this rant, which at the time seemed very logical, and purposeful, and the truth. I emoted like i have rarely done, ever.

So anyways, i ranted and i sent the email rant to this person, and they responded and i replied, and i tried to clarify my previous rant, which probably was just as confusing and the original one. A few days later i ended up going through my email box and i decided to read what i had written and came to realize that i was "eff'n trippin"!

This leads me to wonder, "was i on my period?" Let me know what ya'll think. Peace.

Oh yeah, to the person this is concerning, I want to appologize... Peace.

Good Night and Good Luck

5 Things...

There are hundreds of different lists posted on peoples sites. Most of these list discuss topics ranging from music to sex history. So I've decided to enter the realm of list posting.

Only thing is my list will be a list of thing to do before you die. Not in the "visit Europe" or "be successful" sense of the word, but in the "pass this on to your future generations" sense. Aside from our religious or moral convictions I think that there is a lot of information that we need to pass along, in order to further the "cause" for Black people in the U.S. So without further ado:


5 Things We Should Show Our Children

1. "Willie Lynch Letter"-- I know by this point many have either read or heard this letter, and some have discounted the importance of its effects on the condition of modern Blacks. But the letter is one of the most important documents on the systematic distraction of a people to date. Not since the letters of Jeffrey Amherst discussing the destruction of Native American Indians by offering them blankets infected with Small Pox, has their been documentation that so affected a people or that told of the crimes that would be perpetrated against them. The Lynch letters authenticity has been in question recently and the fact that it could possibly be fake is inconsequential. It still has the ability to simply enlighten us to the ways of Black people and those mental disorders we suffer from.
2. "The Spook Who Sat By The Door"-- This book, written by Sam Greenlee, is valuable to all those interested in seeing the true power that Black America could possess. Not to say that the means used by the main character in this book is the only way for Black people to gain power in this country, but the methodology by which he did it might be. What I feel this movie suggest, is to do as we have been preaching to each other forever, "Each one, Teach one", and "Give back to your community." Meaning, that we should take what we learn at our schools and jobs, and use that to create new opportunities in our own communities. There is also a movie from the same title, but books always have been a more thorough way of passing information.
3. Without Sanctuary: Lynching Photography in America-- The faces placed on the greatest crime in this countries history will never leave you after opening this book, and they never should. These images are, in my opinion, as important as the one's showing Jesus Christ's crucifixion. That may sound preposterous to some, but without being able to see expressions on the faces of our ancestors, whether that is the role of victim or victimizer, it will not be possible to connect on a human level with this chapter in our history. The same way the movie "The Passion" attempts to show us, visually the suffering Jesus endured on behalf of our souls, these photo's depict those men, women, children, and unborn children's suffering on behalf ideology of some in this country. One will bring you closer to God, and the other closer to Yourself.
4. The Collective works of Malcolm X-- Malcolm X is an often denigrated, amazingly, Civil Rights leader. His ideas on the use force, contradicted those of Martin Luther King's, as a way of combating the ills of racism, were unwelcome in many social circles during his time. Because of that many of his teachings are put in to one soundbite "By any means necessary". But he was very dynamic and spoke on all issues, most of which affect us to this very day. He primarily attempted to drive us toward, as aPeople, to the idea of self-sufficiency. It is really important that his values be put on display to future generations, because of the fact that they are alternative to the MLK approach which is often praised in this country. Our children will need that information in order to make accurate assessments of how to address this countries social, political and economical ills. Speeches, books and some movies have all accurately depicted his life, and even his change from the more radical ideology of the Nation of Islam, to that which he arrived at late in his young life.
5. Appreciation of the Black Woman-- Above all the items mentioned in this blog, this has to be the most pivotal. For without women who have been respected, admired, inspired, educated, enlightened, guided, and supported, we will never have a generation to which we can inform of the issues previously stated. Women are the first teachers, and the first loves of our children. They have the power to move a movement, and once we begin to adopt a philosophy and a psychology that recognizes that, we will continue our slow decline, aside from the modest individual gains of a few in our society.

Now, with that all said, I admit that, for the most part these are just my opinions. I also must say that my list is only 5 deep, obviously I have many more things I feel should be carried into the future, but it wouldn't be a pretty site to see everything. Plus "the man" is out there watching. I'm sure drawn into a conversation on it, I would probably expound upon it. So if you want to discuss it more, I'm all ears.

Peace.

Yin Yang

My daughter is a few weeks old now, and I find that her birth has inspired me to do a lot of quiet reflection. Reflection on the past nine months. Then the whole nine month processes culmination into this end-of-the-beginning, which was pretty euphoric for me. It's so euphoric that it helps me to understand my own desire to have as many children as my body, my wife, and my wallet can.

I remember when my son was born, and how my mind was flooded with things that I couldn't wait to teach him. The ability and responsibility to form and shape his young mind, seemed like an awesome opportunity to "live again" so to speak.

But I digress. Back to my subject of the day. My little princess. Along with the state of euphoria I've been feeling, there is yet another equally powerful depressive feeling that has arisen in me. The yang, to my yin is based in the encounters with women I've met throughout my life.

When I got to college, and began interacting with more women I began to get more and more knowledge about their secret lives. By "secret" I mean the mental and physical suffering some of them had experienced. The stories were so unbelievable to me, to think of all the things a man would do to a woman. And for the most part there was nothing they could do to protect themselves. That incenses me, and at the same time depresses me.

I have to, from jump, adopt a pro-active role, of course, but at the same time there is a sense of hopelessness that I have to accept. I long ago resolved to certain things for my own life (death, wealth, poverty, etc.), but to have to do that for your children is something I wasn't prepared for. It's not something I want to have to do. But I know that I have to for my own sanity.

I think educating myself on the subject will prove to help bring me out into the "light". So, I've decided to go to the library and check out some books on dealing and coping with raising girls. Allah Christmas

But alas in this "Cold, Cold World" we live in, and I'm going to have to remember that.

Peace.

If you have ideas on this please share. Peace.

Yin Yang

My daughter is a few weeks old now, and I find that her birth has inspired me to do a lot of quiet reflection. Reflection on the past nine months. Then the whole nine month processes culmination into this end-of-the-beginning, which was pretty euphoric for me. It's so euphoric that it helps me to understand my own desire to have as many children as my body, my wife, and my wallet can.

I remember when my son was born, and how my mind was flooded with things that I couldn't wait to teach him. The ability and responsibility to form and shape his young mind, seemed like an awesome opportunity to "live again" so to speak.

But I digress. Back to my subject of the day. My little princess. Along with the state of euphoria I've been feeling, there is yet another equally powerful depressive feeling that has arisen in me. The yang, to my yin is based in the encounters with women I've met throughout my life.

When I got to college, and began interacting with more women I began to get more and more knowledge about their secret lives. By "secret" I mean the mental and physical suffering some of them had experienced. The stories were so unbelievable to me, to think of all the things a man would do to a woman. And for the most part there was nothing they could do to protect themselves. That incenses me, and at the same time depresses me.

I have to, from jump, adopt a pro-active role, of course, but at the same time there is a sense of hopelessness that I have to accept. I long ago resolved to certain things for my own life (death, wealth, poverty, etc.), but to have to do that for your children is something I wasn't prepared for. It's not something I want to have to do. But I know that I have to for my own sanity.

I think educating myself on the subject will prove to help bring me out into the "light". So, I've decided to go to the library and check out some books on dealing and coping with raising girls. Allah Christmas

But alas in this "Cold, Cold World" we live in, and I'm going to have to remember that.

Peace.

If you have ideas on this please share. Peace.

Black and White

If none of ya'll visited the old WildSeed blog then you might not know of my ever growing love of Black & White photography. well in my brief hiatus i found myself snapping away again. i swear i'm gonna really spend more time looking through the lens. hope ya'll enjoy.


Also, but most definitely most important the newest edition to the Fam... Peace.

Funny Story #2

So i heard the funniest story in my life the other day!

Okay here goes....

The vice president of the United States... Shot a dude in the FACE with a shotgun! And the funniest part of it all was that the Cops didn't even consider arresting him. Now if that's not funny i don't know what is.

man i was "LOL'n" and "LMAO" all over the place. I almost pee'd on myself after that one.

I don't think i could write a better script than the one that's being played out in this country right now.


Peace