A Beautiful Nightmare

I'm tired, what a great day and an even better night, I'm falling asleep before I can even turn of my lights. I remember it clearly, I'm in a room of wealth aphrodisiac, a diamond river flowing into a emerald creek, a platinum umbrella to shield me from a dripping gold leak. Am I asleep, is this a dream? Just then, basketball court, its me against the great ones, but I'm great two, so shouldn't we be on the same team? My dream changes, I think I'm in a bathroom getting fresh, club night? Not even hardly, I'm headed to the Playboy mansion so I can party. I feel like superman, no-one can harm me, the truth is, I'm almost a hero, call me Chris Farley. "I'm surrounded at every angle by angels, you can call me Charlie." I take another look and each girl just tried to rob me, knives in my back, shotgun to the arteries. I'm awake now, glass of water to try and calm me ................................. Went right back to sleep almost kinda soundly.                                        
                                                                                                                          I won't talk cause I'm sitting in a court room, my lawyer is a one man army, I call him a Praised Shark, your honor, my client may have been talking with those people but he stayed smart. I took the stand, your honor, I felt like my lights were on but my stage was dark, I had a caged heart, I tried to get away but found myself alone on a mountain after my days walk. Assaulted and beaten, a case of being in the wrong place. I find them guilty, 5 million dollars for your long wait. It's a arms race to cash the check, I'm thinking, what can I buy to learn that I wasn't taught yet. Is it wrong not to donate if you thought someone was gonna make a profit? I'm tryna get my cake up, buy a benz, a house and invite every girl that's beautiful without no make up, lay her down, already excited, my soldier is way up, hands fondling her bigger once A cups, she yells DADDY, DADDY, I'm going even harder as I stay tough, DADDY, DADDY..... I want breakfast, wake up............Wake Up? Eyes open, this can't be the words to the right song, as I look, its my son, OK, OK I'm up, turn the lights on.                                                                                                                                               Po3tic Just-is....         http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=127835977256222

Apologies into Thin Air

We are a nation of hypocrites, deceivers and rubber necker's. We are the same country that won't protest when our President lies to us in order to send our family members to die over seas for oil. We didn't stand up and say this is wrong when they cheated in two elections in a row so the person they want is elected. But we'll fight to get a President impeached for getting oral sex in his office. We are the same country that took almost a week to get medical and food supplies to the Katrina victims that reside in our own country but was ready to send supplies to Haiti as soon as there government would let us in. As Americans, we stereotype, judge and alienate against others. So when the Chris Brown and Rihanna incident took place, though very sad and unfortunate; Chris Brown did apologize. He didn't even deny it, he took the responsibility of his actions as a man. Went to court and excepted the verdict. But to see that even after his apology, people still judged him, alienated him from events and even a scheduled Tribute for MJ (his Idol) at the 2009 BET Awards. Some people turned into rubber necker's, driving by slowly and pointing while others played the hypocrite role and pretended as if they never did anything wrong in there lives. I'm in no way trying to condone or make excuses for Chris Brown; I'm just wondering why is it OK for certain celebrities to attend rehab two to three times a year and still don't get clean and can't even talk honestly. Then get a huge movie role, where with the exposer, there now sending a misleading message to young people.

Fast forward to June 27, 2010 at the BET Awards. A Year after Chris Brown was scheduled to perform a tribute and was promptly denied the opportunity to honor his mentor by the powers that be. This year around the same time, a second opportunity arose. Performing some of MJ's best dance moves, he ended the tribute by attempting to sing "Man in the Mirror". Overwhelmed with emotion, Chris Brown reminded everyone that he is human and everyone makes mistakes. I think the beauty of America is that Americans get hit and bounce back stronger than ever. Chris Brown showed that he can fall and get back up with out any out stretched arms, but it was nice to see that people are now ready to extend an helping hand now.

I Lost My Appetite

I lost my appetite or maybe I never had it. Who can eat when the world treats you like your running against a rabbit. Refusing to loose is my habit, might not be a good one, but confidence makes some people panic. So they stop telling the truth about me, my friends start acting fake around me, I just wonder why some people had to start to hate on me. I think its because I'm a great non-fiction story. People hate what they cant explain, crash into you when they can't enter your lane. Over eat, stomach pains, then the worry came, I'm good baby, more relaxed than the calm before a hurricane. They say money is the root of evil, for diamonds in some countries they shoot there own people, but charities ask for donations, so are we using dirty money to save a nation of honest liars who's words are see through? Never worry, I need you, as I talk over my hunger screams. It's raining oil in the gulf, so rainbows are an awkward seen. Some peoples money is white, some is plastic, mine is green. I don't have to close my eyes to see my dreams, I'm inspirations time machine, a bottle of steam to the fake drinkers, i'm trying to wipe my slate clean by being a positive thinker, I hate to be mean, your food looks great at first sight, but I have to decline cause I just lost my appetite.

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A King Without a Crown

"The silence of the people is a warning for the king." If thats the case then there is a person that ultimately knows that the people love him. We has spectators have to wait until after July 1, a date that has become synonymous too potential inquirers that are banned from discussing there desired interest until that date. That is the date of the biggest free agent lineup in NBA history. But there is really only one person that everyone is excited to know his future destination. Lebron James aka The King, aka King James, aka Mr. STOP STARING AT MY LEMONADE. I must say though, i've never known of a king switching kingdoms or being unable to win the coveted championship crown. Regardless of his lack of achievement, Leron James is talented enough to gardner this much admiration. He is on the verge of being the next billionaire athlete. Though in America, we refer to Lebron James as "The King", in some markets like China; the reverie of being called a king is reserved for those that win a championship. With out a championship, Lebron James is merely The Sheriff of Nottingham from Robin Hood and I guess Kobe would be the real King that always seems to show up at the end to claim is crown.

Many are speculating where James is going while others have taken to the internet to woo the would be to there city. I can tell you where King James is not going; the Chicago Bulls for starters. James has said his-self that the Chicago Bulls organization has no loyality to those that work for there franchise. He refered too how the two people that brought sports fame to the city is not involved with the Bulls; ie. Jordan and Pippen. We all also know how they treated there last coach, physcally assaulted by the teams Executive Vice President and fired in the off season even though the team had a great year. No, chicago is out the question and so is the NY Knicks; we all know that playing for the knicks is career suicide. "Let me be clear" (in best Obama voice) for the Knicks to win, they would need more than Lebron James. Even if they had Jesus at point gaurd, D. Wade at shooting gaurd, King James at small forward, Allah at power forward and the Buddha at center with Spike Lee refereeing the game, the NY Knicks still couldn't win. So, that only leaves a few teams that can actually afford Mr. James, I just hope that the Kings decision is based on which team can take him to the highest platform and not which team can afford his price.

Absence of a Father

The Dictionary defines a father as a person who holds an important or distinguished position in some organization. In this day and age, I don't believe people know what a father is. I don't think men realize the importance of or the honor bestowed on them to hold the position as a "father". Men should be offended if called a baby daddy because the term suggest biological fatherhood in absence of any real parenting. The sad thing is, many men are comfortable with the term; treating it as a badge of honor. Forgetting that we (Moms & Dads) are a child's first hero and role model. So an absence of any real parenting means that a child can admire DMX but not understand how to separate the entertainer from the crackhead. So in reality, fathers play a pivotal role in the success of there child. Though mothers can successfully play both roles, no-one can teach a boy how to be a man except for a father. No-one can teach a female to appreciate a man except a father. They say mothers prepare there child for society by teaching them how they wish the world would be. Fathers prepare there child for society by teaching them how the world really is. Both fundamentals are needed for a person to succeed. So I say this, wither your a great father or lack there of, your still an inspiration to your child, in one way or another. Its up to each father to figure out if you want your child to be inspired by the person you are or inspired to NOT be like there father.

Russian Roulette

As I listen too the violin's play, it starts messing up my mind frame. Who would have thought you would become a voluntary migraine. Click, click, click, even if it shot, it would've been a warning shot, cause I was too scared to take aim. Maybe out of respect for the road we were on before the car switched lanes. I'm just saying, I was love sick and this girl was the cause and the antidote, I was a Jamaican starving, she was my oxtail and my curry goat. I was Obama, she was my can of hope;........Hope, is a funny thing when there is a noose around your neck and your trying not to choke. They say that love can leave you breathless, well damn it, this relationship was the tree and the rope. It's funny how things change so quickly, one day your kissing, then things change, but life is about change, so should you care when a person goes missing? Love came, we bloomed like flowers, so weren't we supposed to get stronger with the rain. They say that men face reality and women don't, that's why so many men have a drink at the bar before going home or get some weed to smoke.We try to brace ourselves our better, escape ourselves. But excuses never work in this great world of ours and some wounds are to deep to ever heal the scars, so deep they may call on the law. But don't get me wrong, I'm drama free, last of a dyeing breed. I wouldn't lie too you cause I don't like it when people lie to me. I don't mind when women stereotype me, cause they just lost the opportunity too see my passion and consistency. You see, I was taught never get mad at something your not surprised about. And Jay-Z said not to argue with them fools cause from a distance you can't point them out. They say when you want action, don't ever close your mouth, so when she wanted to leave the house, i was more than happy to walk her out. But what i can't understand is why if you ask for the trade cause the team wasn't winning the games we played. You got your yellow brick road in the direction you wanted it paved, but get mad and hate me cause the same house was worth a-lot more now that you had the whole block appraised. That house you can keep it, its not the shell but the core that made it priceless, cause I'm not going to wage war in my own home, especially when the other person wants me silenced.

The thing with me is that I stand strong through the danger and never get afraid, thats why I was the last one on the ship when the adversity came. God has a better way so I don't second guess the direction just for just cause, I believe it, some people employ themselves in hate as if its a second job. It takes more energy to be mad than happy, so if thats the case then your working too hard. I've seen it before, thats why i embrace the pressure, I'm a very smart man but will still sit down and listen to a lecture. It may help me get better, but i insist on the truth, rep it and believe it. She burned the bridge, is it my fault she was standing underneath it? BANG, the bullet just flew out, someone help me, as i look around, but no ones harmed, everyones still healthy. No casualties sustained, but this is a deja-vu cause, I can swear that I dreamed it, I seen it, I'm not worried, its something that I can deal with. It's her turn, bullet in the chamber and a spin of the barrel. If she pulls it, I won't blame her, but unlike me she won't aim for my shadow. My hands are in the air, I'm not scared if she use it; I may die but where both the loser. I don't plead, I smile, again, aim is taken, she has calm hands, so the gun is not shaking; Imagine being killed by your one time biggest fan. I close my eyes with the thought of the irony, laugh and say "damn", then listen...............click, click, click.....................BANG!!!

A Walk to Remember!

"We must remember that one determined person can make a significant difference, and that a small group of determined people can change the course of history. - Sonia Johnson"  I remembered that quote as I ventured out on a slightly gloomy, cloudy Sunday Morning. As I arrived off the #2 train at the South Street Sea Port, I was swept up by a sea of colorful shirts, smiles and excitement for the gathering of supporters; a celebration of life and family. This was my first walk for Autism, so I was sponging/absorbing the experience and excited about the aura of energy surrounding lower Manhattan. Volunteers, parents, kids, schools, organizations and music all on the pier, overlooking a beautiful riverside view. Parents with pictures of there kid with autism on there shirts, organizations and schools with booths to enhance the awareness of the specific services they offer. But with every great event, there is always party crashers. Who would think that at an event of this nature, you would have people stealing free stuff. Like stealing all the markers off a table and leaving all the covers. Trying to steal a whole box of free snacks and playing the no english card when they are confronted. Or my favorite, taking free stuff, then setting up there own area to sell them back too people. Regardless of the negative moments that where easily forgettable, the event was memorable. It showed me the compassion and commitment that many people posses. I think the easiest thing to do is walk away from a problem, it was nice to see those that addressed it.

If Heaven Was a Mile Away!

Nas said "if heaven was a mile away, would you fill up your tank with gas and be out the front door in a flash." Now, I'm in no way talking about the idea of heaven on earth. Heaven on earth can be what ever you want it to be. Which is why some people get trapped in something they once called heaven. What I mean is, literally if the gates of heaven was only a mile away from where you are standing right now. If you could look over your shoulder and in the distance you could see the most majestic, cultivating sight. A bright goldish, illuminating vision stands only a mile from where you are. A calming/ peaceful feeling engulfs your body the longer you look at the structure beyond the gates. Would all the atheist and holiday Christians decide that god deserves our full attention? Do you think gang members would graffiti the pearly gates? Is it possible to be killed while walking to the gates of heaven by a drive-by shooting and fall inches away from infinity? Or would we treat heaven on earth as a night club? Friday and Saturday nights would have a line going around the corner, where the disciples would be treated like rappers and angles would be go-go dancers. You would wait in heaven all night so the main performer (God), and his hype man (Jesus) would show up 30 mineuts before closing. Or would knowing that eternal salvation is only a mile away would turn every religion into 1? Would walking into heaven cure AIDS or Cancer or would you still have to die to get in.

I ask these questions because, no matter how much proof a person is shown about something, some people would still be septics; even if heaven is a mile away from where you stand. Why wait for that day to happen? I'm putting on my sneakers now, I'm going to walk a mile and see what i find. I may find heaven, i may find trouble but regardless, i have a belief and we all know what believing can get you. I'll holla at you from the other side.

Introduction to Enfinity

Good Morning Beautiful People; I would like to introduce you to the story of my evolution and complexity. I bring you the challenge of understanding a free thinker, a mix of Martin Luther King & Malcom X. Perspirating thoughts of a rehabilitated arrogant asshole. I want to grace and challenge people with intellectual intercourse, metaphor heaven and for a lack of a better words, open eye interpretations of situations from close eyed people.

Simply still, i feel that i am a mystery. If all about me could be put into words, then I'm not much of a person that you would want to know. But, what i can tell you is this, a journey into my life is a vacation in momentary euphoria or better still, it's like being engulfed in a tornado. While chaos and destruction surrounds me, in the center, I'm as cool and relaxed as a sunset on an 80 degree day. Watch my moves ya'll, its gonna be one hell of a show.