Tomorrow is not promised and Yesterday is history
But; today is a step towards destiny, Just remember to take one step at a time and keep walking!
Travel Itinerary
And at that moment when there seemed to be no turning back from the darkness in the tunnel, defined as hopeless... I dug deep inside and yes questioned my mental ability, compassion and most of all my ability to love and be loved... I next remember looking up in the sky, rain pouring down violently on my face, it was at that moment I saw the pinhole of light, through it passed a mustard seed and with that seed I planted a renewed sense of hope! It was that night, that profound moment in my life I knew that I was better than my circumstances and my chains of societies perception...I was a child of God with a purpose and a destiny and a open invitation to share a brotherhood with Jesus and closer relationship with God himself.
I do not expect or even invite you to understand this moment, for it as personal as the moment it arrived. For my paradigm is formed from experiences of police brutality, homicide and other sociological experiences that touch my hood...The communication tool I use...the written word, transforms these events into a digest able chunk of life which defines the life and feelings of this author..
I invite you to dig down deep and define your destiny and the tools which have been divinely given to you and their use, not for personal gain...but to enrich someone's life, provide a shoulder to lean on and never forget to ask the one simple question "Am I my brothers keeper?"
Pack lightly and may you be blessed in your journey!
To the Black Women!!!
They say we are a people who replace one addiction with another, I say we are people trying to be happy and fill a void...
We are like hungry fish; if u put feed in the tank, they will go after it in frenzy, good or bad; addictions are result of the frenzy...
Right now I'm hungry, I'm hungry for a hug, I am hungry for the pleasure of a smile, and I am hungry for the gentleness of your touch... But most of all I am hungry for companionship...Are u gonna feed me?
I am surrounded by drug addictions, alcohol addictions, food addictions, abuse addictions. I done seen it all I don't want another Love Hangover
I wanna feel your arms draped around my back, I wanna see that seductive smile as u lay in my arms, I wanna feel the gentleness of your touch, as u take a splinter out of my finger. But most of all, I wanna feel the excitement rush through my body as I wait for u to walk through my door, because, nothing can happen through words on paper
Loneliness is an addiction that can bring the best to their knees... How ya gonna feed me baby, I caution you, be gentle with my frenzy, because if u are not, the addiction of loneliness, might be yours and yours alone...
I was raised to understand and articulate that %#&@$!s aren't colored people; it is a word that defines the stupidity of its user. In reality %#&@$! was a word used by a stupid culture that believed, it could own a perfectly designed creation of God, Man, in that context color is irrelevant. A slave mentality that U want me to wear on my back, like the scares of master's whip Ah hell no, I ain't no %#&@$!, but I do have my Niggaz.
This is my word, relative to a love you will never understand, you see behind every cloud is a silver lining I now know that a word is not strong enough, That I can't redefine it
That my brothers and sisters is the Power of knowledge!
From my Book!
The US penal system leaves you with only one fleshly tool to Fight with: Your self pride, the knowledge that you are better than your circumstances, this my brothers and sisters is the ultimate wilderness. Your family has had enough , your emotional bank account is overdrawn and there is much work to be done. Here you miss your children, your loved ones and your friends. I use the word friends loosely, not the ones you grew up with, who self proclaim the title, but those people who believe in you when no one else will. During this time you find yourself, joining forces in the battle with men and women of all races, creeds and religious beliefs. The battle lines are drawn and the victory comes to the committed, the ones who chose life over death. There is no room for baggage, or thoughts of love making, the enemy prey on signs of weakness. You are in the house of drug dealers, addicts and thieves, if your senses are not sharp, your demise will be quick
