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8.05.2011

The Foundations of Like x Love





Love is often a very interesting and peculiar thing! Personally, I am totally liking love right now.  Just having come out of a lengthy relationship (I exited stage left back in November of 2010) I had to take some time to reflect on what I desired from myself in order to give to a future female companion.  I've been writing about my lessons and feelings of love for a good little while now.  I started with poetry and continued to squeeze the ink of love energy onto the notepad of my life. I often read the Facebook statuses and Twitter tweets of my friends, celebrities and a host of other human beings, to gauge the human perspective on this beautiful and often bittersweet topic.  I often times find pain, confusion, distraught feelings and a horde of inspiring, sad and dramatic stories being told from either the peak of perfection or the valley of disgust, and I must say again that love is often a very interestingly peculiar thing.

Now when it comes to me, I've found myself in a beautiful situation.  I met a princess of a woman back on Feb. 17, 2011 and had a feeling that she was worth the time and effort.  My gut feeling was to get to know this lady on many levels.  Knowing that I fall in love rather quickly, I convinced myself to just take my time.  Of course, that goal challenged me from the jump, as I had asked for it to, and I had to slow down.  We started hanging, walking, talking, riding, eating and spending time and I was feeling good; as was she.   Now typically when I get to moving too fast, the girl I am interested in runs off.  That almost happened but this time the outcome was different. 

I was speaking to a close friend of mine and as I was discussing this amazing creature of a woman with him, I was enlightened.  Her and I had agreed that moving fast wasn't something that we wanted to involve ourselves in.  She was new to town and wanting to enjoy her new found home.  I had just returned home to handle some legal business and settle my creative energies into a formidable business venture.  We both had respectable agendas.

The last thing I wanted to do was rush something potentially beautiful into existence.  We took a break from each other.  I'm a poet and my energy of love can sometimes be overwhelming.  I wasn't looking for my desires to overwhelm either of us so I backed off.  This was hard.  I talked to my mom about the situation, started dating other women, wrote her letters that I never gave her and just engaged in things that would keep me focused on my mission and take my mind off of "falling in love".  I didn't want to "fall" into love again.  I wanted to walk in, stand up and claim my rightful place.

I've only been back home for 6 months and I feel like the chosen path of growth agreement between her and I has been one of random, yet energetically filled "somethingness".  She's amazing and is only going to get better.  She is a true friend and has great "on-my-level" type of people around her.  She's soft yet assertive.  Beautiful yet flawed.  She's smart yet as silly as they come and I see that our energies are mirroring each other. I love the fact that there is so much more that we can learn from each other as the seconds turn minute; minutes turn hours; hours turn days and days turn into months and years.

Do I know what is to come of all of this love stuff and like stuff?  Absolutely not!  I figure that if her and I build a solid friendship-- in this world that is so instantly gratified and self seeking--that we will enjoy each other immensely.  I'm 28 and about to turn 29.  I'm done with the foolishness.  I am being a man healthwise, financially, artistically, socially, morally and spiritually and I feel like having a grasp on these core "by-products of love" components are what will enhance every minute I am able to share with my new found friend.  One of my main rules of these loving times is to have no expectations and not to rush.  Love is patient and kind and not judgemental.  I figure that I should at least abide by these few principles if I am to be a successful young lover.

These Footsteps to Her have grown from ones planted in the dirt, mud, on concrete, thru NYC urban jungles and in an array of locations in the world.  Now I'm seeing that "The Footsteps With Her" are the ones I'm focusing on. To all of my slow learners/fast lovers and fast learners/slow lovers; take your time with him or her.  Build a friendship and have an infinite amount of random moments.  For we are all that we have and we all deserve the best.  When you give the best to you, you'll surely give the best to her/him.  Enjoy your footsteps out here!  And enjoy exploring the unknown.  One love!

With that said, I found a cool little video on Black Love.  Check it out by just clicking here!


Her Abnormal Alibi



Normal words can't describe how fabulous she looks right now.



And the truth is,
I am only able to see her on the HD screen of my mind.

She inspired this phrase;
Causing my momentary thoughts of her to expand into a daze.

Verbally, she amazed me with,

Feathered earrings.
Exciting, yellow dress complementing her Nubian skin tone.
Shoes to match.

She spoke vividly of herself.
Some would take her self-confidence for arrogance.
I do understand. And over.

I am pleased to say that I am blessed to be able to see her ups and downs.
I feel her smiles and frowns when she calls me.
So, it is only just, that normal words escape her descriptive essence.

She smoothly steps, in an onyx rhythm all her own.

I find a comfortable joy in studying her movements as if she is not able to see.

My "her-vocabulary" denies normality. I try, but, to no avail.
For, normal words can't describe how fabulous she looks right now.

And the truth is,
She is the muse that has me completely aware that my every, carefully distributed word,
is just as magical as she.

6.15.2011

JOHN COLTRANE A love supreme Part I Acknowledgement



Just thought this was indicative of how I was feeling during the "7 Minutes of Love Language".

7 MINUTES OF MENTAL LOVE LANGUAGE.

I have consider much.
Most of what I have considered involves me and where I am.
What she has taken from me is equal to what she has given.
She might disagree.


I care, but I don't. A neutrality.


The other dude pretends that he cares, but he won't when he's through with her.
He'll be on to the next.


Gone with the Brooklyn wind.
Piercing her heart like bazooka rounds thru kevlar vest.


I suppose it is a noble thing to "fake it until you make it".


I am not one to speak of the future.
Only to dwell in the present.
Only pre-setting  radio stations and to do lists.

These feelings, I have found what to do with.
No target to aim at ,so if they cheer for me to miss,
Their cheers will only be those of a vain existence.  

Wishes un-believed-in.


I suppose that closure won't approach until we are face to face.
Maybe then I'll know what to do, rather than trying to think of what to say!



4.19.2011

Pusha T - 'My God' Official Video

Lenny Cain Presents W.O.W. @ The Westin


BUS STOP CHRONICLE: 50 POPLAR X INBOUND 2 DOWNTOWN

A MATA bus advertises hotlines for the SeniorBsafe and the TruantBgone programs.

Today has been interesting on this 50 Poplar. Inbound To Downtown.

Drunken White Jesus across from me just boarded at Poplar and Parkway.

He is, lost in his drunken mumble.

Left and right shoe untied.
Alcohol-filled, slanted eyes.
Inebriated smile.

He sits next to the slender, slim Indian princess.

He growls @ 11:05 a.m.
Gives his thumbs up at the female specimen sitting adjacent.
X,Y,Z-ing.
His pant zipper opened up.




















Right shoe untied.
Left shoe string being stepped on by is own sole (soul).

He looks at Slender Slim and flexes his left bicep muscle.
Mumbles pick up lines and smiles.

                  She maintains a straight-ahead focus.
Saying her goodbye's to friends of sober.


'POPLAR AND CLEVELAND' 10.31.36. (in the soft voice of the bus driver)

The bearded lady I Facebooked/Twittered about, exits with Slender Slim the Indian and Drunken White Jesus @ Poplar and Cleveland.

Next to me now is a flat-top mid-30's young black woman.
Her previous cough sounds like she had a small country in her throat.

Her face looks like she had been standing next to some one who had just "shitted" themselves.

You know!  That upside-down V-shaped, raised upper lip, Flared-nostril look?

The divas, young black juvenile black men and old winos are boarding @ Poplar and Claybrook.

One of the old wino's, in a jean short set, asks "Flat-Top" for a seat and was soulfully rejected. 

"Jean-Short Set Wino Shawty" then files his early-50's, grown ass up to the front of the bus.
Snitches and totally misses the fact that there is a seat just next to me and across from me!

"Ma'am you can't hold seats!"  the bus driver says.

"COME ON NOW!!  I AIN'T GOT TIME FOR THIS SHIT!  YOU CAN LET ME OFF THIS MUTHAF$%^A AND I'LL WALK"  retorts Flat Top dejectedly. 

She hops up and storms off the bus in her black nylon wintertime jumpsuit, strolling down Poplar.

Jean-Short Set Wino Shawty sits for 20 seconds.
Rides 3 Blocks.
Then hops off! WTF????
He could have just stood up!!!!

This bus ride has been pure comedy. 

A limo full of "off-the-chain" Memphis Negroes.

Young and Old.
Red-boned and Dark African Bold.
Middle of the Night Charcoaled!
Push-cart-in-between-big-ass-feet, basket-holding.

Flip-phone, text scrolling.

Sitting behind each other conversings.

Some on some, "I don't know my ass from a hole in the ground" rehearsal.

I exit @ 11:25 a.m. Laughing





4.08.2011

All Aboard x 53 Summer Inbound Downtown

Aboard the 53 Summer Inbound.
I have found that the most beautiful things in life are random.
Unlike this bus filled with black faces.
And this one white one sitting across from me.

She is dressed in a pink turtle neck.
Flips thru her bus schedule and places it inside her Light Chek bag.
Then out comes the classifieds.
He, just behind her, sits.
Stunner shades on.
Carolina knock off jersey, having a Youtube watch off.
I pause while we roll on.

We slide down Summer Avenue into historic and dilapadated neighborhoods.
Historic and dilapidated individuals sitting next to each other.
Mostly sisters and brothers, but why harp on this obvious.

From Summer Ave we dip into downtown.
North End Terminal.
Amongst those only concerned with,
Begging for change or striving for it. 
Transferring from transferrs to Fast Passes.

This is just another Bus Stop Chronicle.
Get into it slowly like hooked on phonicles!

2.24.2011

After The Rain



Life will warn you when a storm is coming.
Unfortunately, when it rains it pours. 
Just like a outside my window.

Sirens sometimes sound. 
Overtaking our peace of mind. 

Taking slices out of our pieces of pie. 
Or even our fingers. 

This life ain't easy sometimes. 

Like being a single mom.

But it's amazing how much grace God has on us especially when we feel like we are behind. 

Time seems to drag. 

Not enough money to even graduate from window shopping to throwing it in a bag. 

The wealthy talk of popping designer clothing tags,

While some of us just wish we could pop the bubble we seem to be in.


Many can't relate. 
Not because they can't but just because they choose. 

We know that life ain't no crystal stair and to take a walk in these southern shoes would give B.B. King's chil'ren the blues. 

But I know this rain is temporary.

For they say that the sun shines on a dog's ass some days.

So I beckon the sun's rays to raise your spirit.

Raise our spirit from the dark depths of dug ditches.

We have been working in these trenches too long.

Thank God for our children. 

See, that smile on their face will always erase the dilapidated  bank situation.

Make beauty out of a dirty room.

Make stale men go waywards.

Our children what keeps us going.

Keeps us growing and knowing that today has enough joys and sorrows and tomorrow will be dealt with accordingly.

Love is not a thing we have to afford.  It's free.

Choice and will is ours to control. 

Destiny is beautiful.  Pain is only pain and would be without definition if it wasnt for the child that could hold their own. 

Now that's Love. 

So why don't we all, have a "Local" meal and spill our issues out on the table of love so that we can see the other side of ourselves.

Funny how peaceful life is...

After the rain!







Clothed In Love

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Her pants mimic the color of love.
Her feet are comfortably crossed upon this L Train Thang. Brooklyn-Bound.

See, I found her sitting just to my upper left.
Right foot crossed by left.
Both of her hands in black jacket pockets.

Her hair.
Long.
Bold.
Blond.
Beautiful.

With facial features fond to those who sit next to her.

She is warm.
Her spirit is light like if you were listening close enough you could hear it humming by your ear drum. She's calm and as we surface at Bedford she is dry and beautiful.
Cut from an unusual part of the Brooklyn Night Life puzzle though I am not puzzled.

Just aware.

We slosh through the Williamburg streets.
Me? On my way to grace the microphone with poetry and she?
Already graciously gracing the Earth's microphone with the essence of her poetry. 

Inspired I am, by the being of her. 
For her movements are those of oneness. 
And I have no other choice but to crown her just as I found her. 

Clothed in Love.

2.04.2011

Z Hasidic Jews: Cornel West X Matisyahu


Music and Politics. I must say that I love them both.  I believe that I love the music more than I love the politics but as we all know, both have equal amounts of bull**** as well as equal amounts of inspiration.  I've been living in Brooklyn for about 22 months now and I have come to see more Hasidic Jews than I have ever seen in my life.  Both of my former landlords are Hasidic Jews. Though I have heard many rumors about their unique sexual requests ( intimacy via holes in sheets), witnessed their total emotional detachment from  typical Amerianized folk on NYC subway trains, and studied their religious facination with King Herod via National Geographic books found on Williamsburg sidewalks, I still can't get over the fact that Cornel West looks like one of these Hasidic Jews; and occasionally acts like one. That is all that this post is about.  Nothing more!  Nothing less!  And a very special thanks to Cornel and Matis for great pictures.  Good day good people!
CORNEL WEST


MATISYAHU