Thursday, July 30, 2015

CAN'T YOU TELL? I'M A VIRGO!


Star-gazers forecasting and predicting my astrological chart told me many years ago that my 12th House Moon revealed that WOMEN would be the cause of my self-undoing. I didn't understand that analysis for just as many years ago when it was first read, but now I know:

The key WOMEN in my life although being beneficial to my well-being, at crucial times in my life, when I needed them to step up to the plate, they FUCKED UP and left me hanging out to dry.


Wednesday, July 29, 2015

SCENES FROM LOWER MANHATTAN

THE AFRICAN BURIAL GROUNDS







BUT I'M NOT MAD THOUGH


I keep telling myself I don't care but somewhere deep inside of me my mother's vindictive spirit, or is it my own keeps saying one day that bitch gonna come crawling back to me like a dog returning to his vomit. Not that I'm nasty like that but that bitch gonna need me before I need her.

I keep telling myself I'm not mad but somewhere deep inside of me my mother's anger issues are boiling to the explosive level and I'm bout ready to slap the shit out of a stupid ass bitch that I placed on a pedestal that came crumbling down to the ground.


Tuesday, July 28, 2015

fatherhood


There  is great joy in being a father. I love my children dearly, more than anything, even though they get on my last nerves, at times and make me want to take my talents elsewhere, where I won't have to keep talking to them and repeating myself over and over again. I wish they would get it the first time around and save me my voice for something else.

But I wouldn't trade them for all the tea in China, or all the gold in Fort Knox, although I would have to think about the gold a little longer, just in case I could.


Saturday, July 25, 2015

LONG LIVE THE KING...

6/25/13

The King of Pop lead a pretty sad life to me. It was very unlike a king at all. One thing it showed me was that the stigma of self-hatred truly exists among a vast majority of Black people. As a result of the evils of slavery Black people, unknown to many of them/us have suffered tremendously in their lives.


Friday, July 24, 2015

SCENES FROM DOWNTOWN BROOKLYN

 THE OLD DIME SAVINGS BANK






feet don't fail me now

6/24/13

Take the money and run as far away as you can. Don't look back. Don't even care if they ever see you again. Just go live a life away from those people who you once knew or at least thought you knew anyway. Now that you look back on it you really didn't. Now I wonder WHAT IF? What if you had just let her get taken by the boogie man? You would never have known how things turned out. It probably would have been different anyway. You the only one that shit like that happen to.


maternal instinct

6/23/13


P.D.D. has always been a fighter. From day one she has had an instinct to defend herself from the elements. She has been a true member of the family. True because family is her first love. Family fills her with such emotion it makes her cry. I sometimes forget that she has come from a mighty long way; that she has endured a lifetime of hardships that have made her a warrior.


what might have been

6/22/13


At times I wonder what it would have been like if our relationship had of survived the ups and downs that happened. I'm happy but could I be any happier than I am now? But at the same time that I'm this happy, I'm also this sad because I'm still in love with her. I still feel, I still know she loves me too.



LOOKING BACK

6/21/13


 Lafayette Avenue has a lot of fond memories. Linda Jones comes to mind. I loved her smile but mostly her big butt caught my attention. Even at the tender age of twelve I couldn't help but notice it. She wasn't a bad looking girl and her dad owned a dry cleaner store. Curley's Cleaners.






Wednesday, July 1, 2015

compassion means...


...caring about something or someone when they are going through life's ups and downs.

When applied to a thing, you care about what happens  to, or with that thing. Okay, maybe you can't have compassion for a thing , unless that thing is an animal or insect or some being like that, which you cannot call human.

I have compassion for my children because I care about what happens to them in their lives, e.g., one day I won't be there for them.