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Wednesday, December 10, 2008

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I could not breathe.......
When my eyes first met hers and yet my heart still pounded out my chest to the rhythm of African drum beats that sent my mind into a flutter. She was the most radiant woman I had ever come across and I had only looked into her eyes. Hazel. Golden just like that split second when the sun decides to set. Her every curve perfect as if she was truly what God intended and so perfect that he broke the mold thereafter. She seamlessly succeeded in seducing me with nothing but "hello" and as she walked away my beat followed every sway of her hips and in my mind I thought what i wouldn't do to know the taste of her lips, the smell of her hair or the tightness of her embrace, see she was a woman phenomenally... and as I removed my glasses my vision was still 20/20.

She is no longer with me but my vision is still clear. I yearn for that woman, her smile , her kiss, and the way she embraced me. I cherish her presence, I miss you.......

Monday, December 8, 2008

Foolishness with Consequences...

In the wake of the O.J. Simpson sentencing and the Burress shooting, I must say that the athlete has not learned and to no fault of their own. It is extremely easy to say, "If I were that person I would...", a billion times, but the fact of that matter is that you aren't that person. You will never be that person or grown up like that person. You will never me treated like gods among men like that person. Heads won't turn a blind eye to your misdeeds or cover them up for you like that person. So how can all of us except these athletes to govern themselves like they are "normal" people, when ,especially now ,we diefy them as young as six years old.
Anyone who has been an above average athlete has been privy to those perks. I know them first hand. The problem begins not when we fail to remind them that actions come with consequences but when we fail to enforce them. If I go to a club with a gun in my waist, I'm not getting let in.(if they search me) So why did Plax? You can say," he never should have taken it with him",and rightly so. What if.. the bouncer told Plax, we'll watch out for you, but you have to leave that in the car? We aren't even talking about this. Even better.. Plax: I'd better leave this in my car, I don't need any trouble. Those thoughts only come from one who understands real consequence and obviously he does not.
In O.J.'s case, I am completely baffled. He might be the most famous man that half of the US would like a chance to lock up and throw away the key. Yet because a brilliant man (R.I.P) saved him from his consequences the first time, he has no knowledge of them. It was as if the guy who has his picture next to the register for shoplifting walked back into the same store stood next to his picture and waved. Only after it seemed for the first time he could not escape consequences, because of who he was, that he broke down and became human again.
I ask only one thing. If your young child, sibling, niece or nephew, starts dibble a ball real well, or running like the black flash... when they do something wrong don't give them a time out. Don't yell or curse and please don't say ,"aww that's cute." Walk over calmly, give them a swift pat on the butt and when they stop crying, you tell them why. It will be the best thing you've ever done and definitely because you love them.

Monday, December 1, 2008

In retrospect.....Thanksgiving

I am truly thankful for the pain. Thankful for the names that I have been called thus far. Thankful for the prejudice and racism that have been bestowed upon me. I'm elated to receive the hate from those who cannot stand to see me get anywhere in the test of life. I am overjoyed for those who take my loving kindness for granted. Those who feel they can manipulate me with harsh words. I am beside myself at the thought of those I have loved who have taken and twisted that gift into something so sour. I thank God for those who have betrayed me as a friend. I am thankful for the pain because only after the pain can I truly appreciate those who support and cherish me. Those who offer guidance and show faith. Those who love unconditionally and see the truth in your being. I thank God for the pain because it makes His soothing blessings feel that much better.


TG