Eternal Teammate

Many feel that your race is over but how wrong they are. As you slumber now peacefully in the physical, you have began the grandest of races. Your spirit sprints eternally to that ever lasting finish line. In your race all who enters is the victory; you cannot lose. Down here we have lost you; but only for a mili-second by time standards unfathomable to us. You are now free; from all the troubles of this world. Roam as far and as free the race will take you. Remember that wherever you are; from the stand we are cheering you on; our loud and boisterous yells scale small in comparison to the THUNDEROUS and MAGNIFICENT trumpets that a waits you at the finish line Yes we are sadden and we will morn you but we know now that nothing will ever hurt you again and that gives us a solemn peace within. We are so foolishly blinded by the combines of earthly thought that we will pray for you. This is customary on earth show how much we cared for a loved one. We will continue to do this…even though it is you who now watches over us and prays for us.  You are now unbound from all material constrains. My teammate, our teammate your memory will live on. Though we haven’t ran together in long time I know that; we will run together again.  On YOUR mark….GET SET…..RUN FREE SPIRIT 

Dedicated to the memory of William Gooch III A.K.A   B.G.

Missed Connections

 One Year later…

I saw you again and my heart flinched but…it wasn’t the same. That sparkle was gone, that feeling lost. For that split second I closed my eyes and imagined not you but an image of you I had created long ago…We locked eyes; you smiled, waved and gracefully sashayed as the summer clouds dance with the pale moonlight. Maybe in another lifetime we may become what I had imagined…maybe not.  What hurts me is not what reality had in store for us, but how the potential of an endless possibility …was never possible.  I still wonder at times..many times, what could have been…these thoughts brought on to a moral man would surely drive him to the brink of insanity but alas mortality as passed me long ago. Eventually we will fade from each others memories like childhood dreams but still while ingrained in me for a while longer I will think not of you in this world but… of us and the possibilities…

One Year Earlier….

I saw you and my heart flinched. Something inside as awakened…  I can smell songs and taste colors I am drunk not with joy but of hope. This maybe what I have been longing for. I close my eyes imagine you, the essence of beauty but it is more than that…I imagine taking you close to me, our bodies one our thoughts singular. My rhythmic heartbeats are music to your ears as you lay in my bosom. I inhale and enjoy the sweetness of our body chemistries. Light headed I am but still I cling tighter, never wanting to let go never wanting to give in to what the future holds for us. To live in the now. As I open my eyes I see the magnificence of you standing before me…I have let my imagination or my emotions rather get the better of me but none the less I  have that feeling once more. Though we are in our infancy states, our maturation will evolve and blossom into this my mind has yet to conjure. Thank you…through you I know what it means to have hope for the future… This is my Christmas, I can hardly wait to unwrap the present and see what the future holds… and our endless possibilities… 

SPECIAL TREAT-------------> Casual Wednesday...goes wrong in the rightest of ways

OK, for those of you that have been following my blog and commenting I just want to say thank you, the life of a writer is a lonely one and anytime someone appreciates your work, it makes it all the more worthwhile. This post is a departure from my regular ones. I had a VERY interesting Wednesday night at this place called La Pomme less than 24 hours ago...I had to share this story...



SOOO.... I was meeting a group of friends on Wednesday at this place called La Pomme in the city for a very casual, very mellow meeting. So you know normal NYC dress code calls for something casual yet comfortable. I donned a button up shit, a blazer, some Levi's jeans and finished the ensemble off with a pair of square toe shoes. I did a once over in the mirror, gave myself the thumbs up, popped a mint, and departed.


So I get  to La Pomme and I realize it's a club. I'm not a club guy anymore, I like to think I've out grown that stage of my life,more of a lounge dude actually but hey when in Rome right? It was cool. I step in and see my friends and I greet them you know the usual "heys" "how ya  doin" "how's life" type banter. I coolly glide to the bar afterwords and order an LIT...I tipped the bartender for making a good STRONG drink. So I'm there just chilling doing a little two step from time to time but not much. I'm putting out the coolness vibe.

So the DJ announces " WE GOT TWO FOR ONE PATRONE SHOTS AT THE BAR!!".....Mellow right? *Charlie Murphy voice* WRONG! WRONG! IF ANYONE knows me they KNOW  Me+Partone= Sophistication goes out the window...ASAP... So I say to myself "Hmm I'll just have one shot" * Charlie Murphy voice* WRONG! WRONG! So I go and get the two for one. I take one and give one to my friend....Bad idea...

So as I continue to sip on my drink I'm feeling a little loose but I'm still playing it cool. I'm like "I'm good right?" Soo I get another two for one. Again me and my friend toast and drink up....Once again BAD IDEA. So I get looser and order another LIT. I'm feeling the vibe of the club...My friends are like "Hey we're leaving" I'm like ok I'll stay for a little while longer you guys take care........

TWO HOURS LATER:
SOOO there was a woman in the club that was 6 feet and 3 inches off the ground..How do I know this? Because she was sitting on shoulders dirty winding on my face....  That's right folks... I picked her up and put her on my face......Doesn't end there. So I go back the bar and for another two for one.. I see a plate of wings..So I slide them to the side.. Just then this black, short evil looking muthaf!$%^ is like "Dog don't touch my wings" So I turn towards him and say "Bruh they was in my way" to which he replies "Dog don't touch my wings" I say to myself...You know what...it's not that serious so I say to him "You got it bruh" I turn around thinking that's the end..

*Charlie Murphy Voice* WRONG! WRONG!  So he says "You big but I'll bang on you  dog"........OOOOOOOOOOOH NO SIR..NO SIR you have ME SOOO THOROUGHLY FUCKED UP AT THIS JUNCTURE OF THE NIGHT...... So I summon my inner ghetto chi and respond " WE CAN GET IT CRACKN N!99@!! YOU GOT ME FU*&%@ED UP CUZ!! Then I hit him with the " Coupe De Grace "I'M FROM BROOKLYN N!99@!!

Timeout :  1. I'm from a middle class family in Miramar, Fl  2. I'm about to kill my fellow brother in the club over chicken...death by stereotype...

Time in: So amongst the lively chaos which is the club, Me and "The Chicken Bastard" are having a stare down. He says to me "I'm from BROOKLYN TOO!" so I one his ass "I'M FROM BROWNSVILLE N!99@!! WE KILL FOR FUN!!! (<----- I'm lying like shit...although I do frequent Brownsville often because I have friends there. I like to think of it as my "adoptive hood")  He comes back with " I'M FROM BROWNSVILLE TOO N!99@  WE CAN GET IT POPPIN"  So once again I up the ante with by saying "I'M FROM THE RIV N!99@"


Timeout:  The "Riv" as I just mentioned above is a notorious housing project in Brownsville which comes complete with your Gangs, Murders, Goons, Jovial Weed and Crack seller, and Urinated in hallways. If you AREN'T from there.... I suggest you go with someone who is.. y or else you will probably "Get got" as they say. Luckily for me, I befriended a very good friend of mine that happens to know ALL the nefarious characters I mentioned above and walks around with a very mean dog (again customary hood ish) SOO when I go there.... I don't die. *Thank you Hope*

Time in: He's like " THE RIV?" You know Malik?" I say "WITH THE DREADS? THAT'S MY MAN!!"(<------ Another lie... See I figure if his name is Malik he must have dreads? Right!)  So we stare a little longer then we both power down. He's like "Oh ok homie...it's all good" I say "Cool". We give each other strong hugs and dap. He tends to his wings. I get my drink. 187 in the club..... Averted.

HOUR LATER:
Remember that blazer and button up I had on earlier? Right neither does my torso. I am now dancing hysterically in the club akin to a college girl on X ( I swag surfed, I duggied, and Robot-ed) with just my wife beater on... I was high off life. So the DJ puts on reggae..... I grabbed the first thing moving and proceeded to make love with her on the dance floor. She didn't know a big guy could get so low.


I'm not really sure she stayed and dance with me so long because she really like it OR because I was draped all over her and she couldn't escape my camel clutch. I tell you what...for those ten songs.....I loved her.

So in my infinite wisdom, I get the presence of mind and put my clothes back on and leave the club. Outside I see a cab and stumble towards it. It stops. I try and grab the door and the cabbie gives me the "Yea fugg right" look through the window. I didn't know screeching tires were so loud. So I'm stumbling in the city ( Not smart) walking to the train when I see an eatery. Only God knows why I scream at the top of my lungs on the corner of 23rd and 6th  "TACOS!!!" I go in an proceed to devour three hard tacos, a pizza and a red plum juice. I get on the train and fall asleep. Luckily I'm the last stop so a city worker woke me up and tells me to "Get up and off". Above ground I see my bus stop. It's now 2 in the am and cold. I go into the store next to it to wait for the bus.....

45 MINUTES

After my 45 minute nap in the store. The attendee wakes me up and tell me my bus is outside....It wasn't. So it finally comes and I get  on. I now have the case of the hiccups. So I get of at my stop still hiccuping and say "fuck it"......That's right I made myself throw up so I could stop hiccuping. It worked. I stumble inside my home and go to sleep

People when meeting friends for a casual get together I have a couple rules..

1. Make sure the place is a lounge NOT a club
2. Make sure they won't have Patrone specials that night.
3. If you leave, make sure you take your secretly ignorant friend too OR make sure you leave someone with him/her.



This was my story. Thank you for reading.

EGO trpping

My writing is reciprocally asinine through this new engraving elevation I have begun to write past the minds; ideas volatile ready to explode but I compose and continue to right past the mines; into another section more talented as it flows, I can now go back in time and re-scribe my own image re-flection.  I can ride a kite; or even fly a bike; I mesh literary insanity together and spew out coherent plights; that the mass comprehend…and then endear to; I put my truest feelings in my writings so I am sincere too But then sin sears me I’ve been the poster child for pain; but when I put pen to pad I breathe and arise above thee insane; parts that dwell within me, one part kin one part the end-in-me; which in turn my enemy; nothing matters but words so if I die, this was the end of me. I’d let my health deteriorate and become unstably irate all for the dream to be know as the characterization of inscription or quiet simply A.k.A also known as “The great” Each time I create I go into another state, less homesick of the past so I continually elate; I debate myself if it is the time to broaden or to pace myself but I know in doing that I bait myself; for the time is now true infinity waits for all men; but impatient I am so  because that defining moment rarely comes around again.

Thought of the Week-----------> The Art of Sight

I am looking for something I have not lost… I am looking not a part of me but rather THEE part of me that will complete me. I am searching for love... I am searching for my soul mate.  Is she still out there? Where and when will I find her? To answer this question I had to delve deep… deep down into the gateway of the soul… I had to look unfathomably into… sight. What is love at first sight? Is it love at all? If man was naturally a blind creature what would he call it then? Love at first… smell... touch… taste? Is love at first sight an instinct or a craving? Instead of love at first sight what about being IN love WITH the sight seen before the eyes? Is this still an adequate love?  Has the infatuation for “love" reverted man back to his basic animal instinct…lust? Man has unfortunately taken the sight he see’s at “face value”. What if the creator has truly put our other half in the haystack we call life? If so has he given us the tool to find them? Why must we feel the agony of Adam without the pain of Eve? IF there is that someone for us then why must we go through the trials? Too many questions, not enough answers. There is hope however… I do believe we have that one that is meant for us… And we more often then not over look them every chance we get. Man has fine-tuned his sense of sight to the point where it has become the heal of the greatest Trojan to ever live. Our sight deceives habitually so why should we now trust them to show us the way? Our other sense's can decipher what the eyes cannot. When man says love he has to trust himself to love differently. Love at first smell… take in their musk… their aura. Let their pheromones enter your mind and Wisk you away… Love at first touch… not only the physical (stem away from the superficial) go beyond that, touch there mind, there heart go further and touch there soul. Love at first taste… it is ok to kiss, kiss them spiritually. Will there essence finally quench the thirst of love? I believe by using the senses that the creator has bestowed upon man we will be able to see the love that has long eluded him…more clearly.

Melancholy Sundays

Sun kissed embers grayed by the inevitability of a lukewarm cease; cool in the arid air

Cool breezes cascade from the ocean ,frigidly depart as the stagnant stench of heat emerges from a dried earth

Violently radiant tree leaves criss cross beneath the blanketed sky; bosomed by stems, only to pierced skins by a razor eyed sun

Blades of grass once swayed by white cloud puffs, succumb to the immaturity of seedlings vying for the affections of dirt so vehemently disdained

As Song birds hold chorus crickets violin no more as they gaze to the heavens; the choir of crows humming their final song

As I look in the distance and survey life’s short stories I recollect and smile...


These eyes have never seen anything beautiful...