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MENTORS ARE IMPORTANT IN OUR SOCIETY
PHISH LARRY JIMMY KYLE BRUCE RON GREG BARRY RICKY FRED MY DAD TOBIAS CRAIG RAFIQ RICK NICK CLIFF NADEL ROY HERVIE PHIL MOODY MOBLEY ... JUST NAMES TO YOU BUT TO ME THEY REFLECT DIFERENT PIECES OF ME.. BLACK MEN WHOM OFFERED A BIT OF THEMSELVES, IN THE DEVELOPEMENT OF ME. THEY ARE SUCCESSFUL MEN... DRUG DEALERS.. DRUG USERS.. FATHERS OF FRIENDS.. SOME THAT ARE NO LONGER WITH ME..HUSBANDS OF FRIENDS.. FORMER BOSSES PEOPLE WHOM I JUST LOOKED UP TO.... AND IF ANYONE READ MY PAGE IN THE PAST - GREAT JAZZ MUSICIANS THE MOST IMPORTANT OF ALL OF THESE NAMES IS MY DAD. WE STRUGGLED IN OUR RELATIONSHIP ... HE WAS HARD-WORKING AND DISCIPLINED ..I WAS TALENTED AND NOT DRIVEN ... WE BUTTED AND BUTTED AND BUTTED UNTIL .. I DEVELOPED DRIVE...AND MY DAD COULD NO LONGER DISCIPLINE. I NOW SEE WHY I NEED TO DRIVE AND WHAT MY DAD MEANT WHEN HE YELLED AND TERRORIZED ME. I WAS JUST A PART OF LOVE AND HOW IT WAS BEING EXPRESSED. I REMEMBER BEING BITTER BECAUSE I RAN THIRTEEN YEARS AND MY DAD NEVER SAW ME RUN...NEVER SAW ME PLAY ANYTHING... BUT I REMEMBER THE JOY HE HAD IN HIS EYES WHENEVER I DROPPED A MEDAL IN HIS HANDS. HE EXPRESSED SOOO MUCH LOVE .. SO MUCH PRIDE...AND I NEVER RECOGNIZED IT. I REALIZE THAT THERE WILL ALWAYS BE UNANSWERED QUESTIONS. THERE WILL ALWAYS BE THE MISSED OPPORTUNITIES.. THE DISAPPOINTMENTS. WE WON`T ALWAYS SEE EYE TO EYE.. BUT I TELL YOU ONE THING. WHEN MY DAD SPEAKS TO ME... I AM STILL THAT LIL BOY LOOKING UP TO HIS DADDY... AND THINKING HIS OWN THOUGHTS...STILL DREAMING HIS OWN DREAMS. BUT STILL LISTENING. AND I`LL TELL YOU ANOTHER... HE NOW SPEAKS TO THIS LIL BOY... AS A MAN. I LOVE MY DAD... THE ULTIMATE MENTOR. ************************************* Hello for those who don t know me Bruce K. Woods a amicably divorced father of two wonderful girls. I am a supporter, lover, and advocate of both that wonderful art form called jazz And I am also an supporter, lover and advocate of People. My life has become as complex as the soundS which resonate from my CD player player everyday. Things happen that you really aren t prepared for But you live, you try to do what right Both spiritually and emotionally. That s why most who know me, will always get my support love and advocacy. I chose to land on this planet nearly 8 years ago as a means to try to get away from the hustle and bustle that was burdening me Didn t realize that I was adding more to the burden LOL. I found that this planet is nothing but a condensed extension of the Earth planet. No different than hanging out anywhere in the world. People come here for fantasy and fun... intrigue and adventure.. to look at scantily clad sisters and muscle-bound Bros. The Meek are emboldened.. The sexless become sexy.. There are those whom when you approach them with reality they feel uncomfortable say this is just a game when I turn the computer off you all go away. But we don t. You have issues of race... which in a condensed room magnifies the discomfort. Seems like we still want that segregation... "This is our planet"...Please !!! This is a Planet for all types the strange the intellect and those whom are searching.. and many have found. I ve met beautiful wonderful People (okay mostly sisters) from all parts .. the UK...San Francisco....Brick city...Montgomery - where the mighty King walked and ATL- where the mighty King lived...the new South of NC... DC ...St Louis NYC...Michigan and of course Philadelphia... And with that I have found love, friendship, hopes and dreams... I ve listened to those who don t feel the relationship between Man and Woman... I`ve listened to those who feel a lil flirtin ain`t cheating..and I rapped with those who felt cheated by lying married folk and phony pics and descriptions. I have also heard those whom have found love online...and are living that happiness offline. But all in this entire place is a wonderful ride. There is soo much positive here, and even more potential for more positivism. Well time for me to escape into a chatroom..or send a friend a Note. Hope to MEET all of you soon! Peace and blessing to you all... ************************************* There is a stubborn, boastful pride in being Philadelphian....I guess it just could be the steaks, hoagies, Tastycakes, and Soft pretzels Maybe the hours cruisin the Park or creepin down South street or checkin out the honies at the Greek picnic Maybe it`s the closeness...the bond from living on top of eachother inthose damned rowhomes... Maybe it`s that cool Rita`s warder ice...hmmm what`s "warder" anyway...or maybe manya "hot" nightat the old Black Banana.... Remember Grendel`s Remember Hatin` Rizzo. Remember runnin for the bus when leaving Elmwood skating rink...before the whiteboys got you...and remember being old enuf not torun anymore Ahhh yes...a stubborn - boastful - Pride. Can you spell Schuylkill?  For those who know this is for you.. a poem from Ms Nikki. We are not lovers because of the love we make but for the love we have. We are not friends because of the laughs we spend but the tears we save. I don`t want to be near you for the thoughts we share but the words we never have to speak I will never miss you because of what we do but what we are... Together My last thought: I still question .. if there is but one great true love. To be honest I experienced it... and it`s no longer there... My second thought would be... do I already know? Will I ever tell? Will the past dispair and heartache keep that thought locked up inside? My third thought...as I push this keyboard away. Is that we don`t know... too many situations... too much patience required..the options seem plentiful... and what you pick may not be ONE...or True But I smile. 
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