written 10~31~09
' THIS IS IT.'
Or is it? ...I hope...
If you haven't been living under a rock.
This is the day of reckoning.
Angels and Demons
Angels and Egomaniacs
Angels and Vengeful Vikings
It's Sunday morning and the Sun is shining. Writers tend to be up late at night and wake up early. Watching
reruns of 2009 WSOP No Limit Texas Hold 'Em. Phil Ivey, that Tiger Woods of
Poker, with the eyes that are always shifting. In a few days he will go for his 8TH bracelet at the final table of
nine on ESPN. All eyes on Phil Ivey.
what's so funny is those poker players hiding behind shades
it all boils down to a balance of skill and adose of luck, anyway.
WTF
The 40 y o Prodigal Son Returns Back Home to Lambeau today,
Wisconsin's SuperBowl Sunday.
This is the NFL showdown we have all been waiting for,
The 'angel' that transformed into a 'demon' in the eyes of many observers.
That upward spiral, that suddenly shifted into a downward vortex.
Forever Loved...that crazy ex girlfriend ...
P O'd at being dumped for a younger, more humble stud,
Haven't we all been in this position before,
Dumped for someone younger and hotter
It all depends on how you look at it anyway
It all circles back around again
rose or dandelion
wave or particle
love or fear
packer or viking
rave or rant
going green or money making capitalism
aaron rodgers or brett favre
angel or demon
now do you see the analogy here...
it's all a matter of perspection.
it's always been relative.
The Observer affecting the Observed.
OVERPAID Grown men playing a kids game.
Choose or take sides
My mom loves Brett, my younger sister loves Brett, my older brother loves Brett,
my older sister loves Brett, my pop loves Brett, and I love Brett...
who isn't guilty of worshipping this Idol of Lambeau?
Brett will have to finally LET GO of this GRUDGE...unless he doesn't. Yet sooner or later,
BF will LET GO.
I'm a Dallas Cowboy fan & Tony Romo fan anyway, btw
and they suck royally this year.
it's probably why me and G Dubya share the same birthday.
Honestly, I can not tell you if it was a good idea for number 4 to comeback.
Yet every man has his reasons intact.
I have never been much of a Packer fan, but watching Favre at his peak would
put even the most loyal Packer haters in a state of sheer ecstasy.
It's POETIC to witness a human being in ALIGNMENT with his PASSION.
So no matter what happens on Sunday Nov 1ST. I'll be cheering for number four.
If BF wins
BF loses.
If BF loses
Then it's a waste.
If A Rod loses.
Nothing is loss.
If ARod wins
Ted wins.
Nuff said. N Joy the game.
{BTW...Happy Birthday to my niece Nikita in ATL and my grandmother in MOBILE, SWEET HOME ALABAMA}
written 09~24~09
'Do not believe anything that I tell you.
Search your own heart and sift through your own EXPERIENCES.
I may lay out a few puzzle pieces {ROSE PETALS} at your feet,
or toss up three . . . DOTS in random order,
Yet it will be UP to you to put the {PEACE~S} together,
and finally connect your OWN dots.'
~ the Poet
'Everybody Sharing the Simple things'
& Feeling Good
with FRIENDS & FAM
Nothing else ever did matter...or did IT???
Hmm...

"IDON'TLIKEYOUINTHATWAY."
In my mind i'm saying..."That's cold",
I'm listening to... Blanche DuBois stubbornly tell this to her nosy new suitor
Karl Malden
in the timeless classic,
A "Street Car Named Desire."
Steamy New Orleans. And you feel desire come clanging through, in rhythms,
in that hot -deep, dirty Southern-fried humid atmosphere.
I could have easily copy&pasted the synopsis of this gem,
but that would simply spoil my own lustful desire to write from within.
The movie version is a 1951 adaptation based on the writings of
Tennessee Williams.
You can not help but love an unusual name like "Tennessee"...
btw.....I love cruising through that beautiful, rolling hills
it puts you in a beautiful state of mind.
A man, by the same name who influenced a respectable movie.
Equally respectable actors, with equally respectable flaws.
I speak of those special actors,
...with respectable special noses.
{Mind if I segway into Karl here} ;)
Karl Maiden, embraced a rather unique nose.
excuse moi,
si vous plait.
I'm veering completely off course
of Karl's passing on by,
Because sometimes the best way to remember/honor those who have Blessed Us,
Is to honor them with the Joys & Flaws they carried with such grace
while "living" WITH the physical anatomy.
A Full Life Lived
...without a nose job.
{Remember. It only depends on the "Way" you "Look" at "Dying" anyway.}
I'm doing a complete 180.
All Deaths of Loved Ones should be about Celebrating,
that Life FULLY Lived.
So I guess I will...
Pause.
Right here. As we honor on the Fourth, those 'novas whom have passed
with a quick poem,
Let's focus on the "unique" nose of Karl Malden. Here goes...
"A Nose Knows."
"Only a nose knows, because it smells,
the Bigger the nose, the greater the tale,
A nose can be so damn NOSY,
It can be pointy, or broad, but how can a nose,
be a button?-at all.
Indeed. I foolishly admit,
I once had my nose broken in a brawl,
Yet a broken nose, continually does a nose's job,
Yet a nose broken on purpose, it's quite perplexing,
Never had it fall off ither, like a 'Sphinx', i'm guessing
Riddle me this,
That most famous "Un-SEEN" NOSE in Egypt,
Who knocked the stubborn nose off that stubborn Ol' Leo?
You know, the famous Lion, with the human head.
In the famed town of Giza, near the tombs of the dead.
The riddle of the Sphinx, says it would stink,
for someone to deliberately, foolishly chop off their noses,
Even Dandelions love noses, like roses, I supposes."
- Sears Barnett
So as you.......... "C",
I Can always appreciate good "Character", In a Character aCtor.
Especially good Characters attached with unique physical Characteristics.
I tend to be in awe of anyone who Could Care less about Compromising their looks to become infamous.
On a Clear day, Barbara Streisand understood this with Clarity.
That "Flawless straight nose" of Nicole Kidman, wife of country singer Keith Urban,
took it a step
"down"
further
..........from aesthetic beauty,
wearing that big prosthetic NOSE in the film,
'The Hours.'
Big noses brings big Oscars. Ask the god Hoffman.
See what I mean. Dustin Hoffman knows noses.
All nose jokes aside,
Father Barry's stubborness in the masterpiece "On the Waterfront"
brought unique character to that role, as well as emphasizing the true character of the "Character Actor." A unique gift given to a role that your average "Joe" could relate to.
Now I'm probably rubbing a few of my readers to rantings by raving about noses,
But remember this, you're not exactly "WRITING"
if you're not making someone snub their nose up at you,
on occasion.
I have gone on the record, having always stated, I'd rather be smart than good-looking,
anyway.
..at least in this lifetime.
The last time I saw the movie 'a Streetcar named Desire'.... all I remember is Karl Malden, and his unusual nose, sniffing behind Vivien Leigh like "PePe LePeu."
That unique bulbous nose. Like my broad nose.
That part that breathes in eternal life energy.
I would know this quite literally.
Often ignored, but wholly adored.
A protruding facial monument, that I learned to embrace again.
It's obviously the first thing you notice on people when you meet them.
Now isn't it? Big noses have often been connected with Pinocchio and big fibbers.
So let us all dispose of these goofy old myths
...about Swine, Noses, & Dandy Perennials.
Anyone can respect a simple nose, but a nosey person gets on anyone's nerves,
a nose picker, is quite gross, and a runny nose....like my spiritual anchor buddy says,
" --Keep a handkerchef
by your side at all times."
Like everything in Life, I try not to take mine too seriously, so please,
love your noses
and if you sneeze, I will always
Bless You.
Sometimes even twice.
Bless U.
Dedicated To Karl Maiden,
2 all unique noses everywhere,
we thank U.
"Ah-cha-cha-chaaa!" - Jimmy Durante

RESPECT FOR OUR LOST ICONS {by Nadine Jessel}
We just lost three icons and many are yet to come;
From their warm hearts, their virtues have spoken from.
Our lives are too rushed and we don’t stop to reflect;
The gifts of talented icons which we should honour and respect.
Your esteem for Ed McMahon and Farrah Facwett is not up for debate;
But the mixed views of Michael Jackson, I sadly do relate.
Michael had a troubled life and that’s a tragic shame;
For his eccentric actions, show him pity more than blame.
When John F. Kennedy was shot, oh how the world wept;
But he too had dark secrets, inside where they all slept.
The loss of Princess Diana hit the world with a thrust;
She captured our hearts, our support and our undying trust.
Elvis was a troubled soul, trapped within his self abuse;
To avoid his death in the end, there was absolutely no use.
Elvis and many others met their fate as did Michael;
For toxic abuse repeats itself in a perpetual destructive cycle.
Here I mention only a few, but there were many more;
Some outshine in spirit, but some in misery evened the score.
Pay them the homage that they rightly deserve;
For in death, their dark side we won’t observe.
Whether president, war hero or the best talent in sight;
They are all now sleeping angels in their own right.
Many war heroes fought for our freedom and died;
They too had imperfections which cannot be denied.
Some of our idols entertained us spreading joy and fun;
Others fought for our freedom or said how our countries are run.
The loss of our icons we have come to dread;
Their inspirations joined to our hearts by an invisible thread.
They gave light to our souls with their talents so bright;
To defame them in death, just isn’t right.
No matter the contribution to society they dealt;
Their talents and inspirations were profoundly felt.
Denouncing the spirits of the dead is an expression of our fear;
For our deepest wounds are echoed when we look into the mirror.
So, one last tribute to the lost icons whose talents we behold;
For they all had some darkness and many secrets untold.
It takes integrity to be heartfelt and kind;
Please honour the legacies that these icons have left behind.
[Nadine Jessel, June 29, 2009]
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Heal the world, make it a better place,
For you and for me, and the entire human race.” ~ Michael Jackson ~
"I like to be a free spirit. Some don't like that, but that's the way I am." ~ Princess Diana ~
"Rock and roll music, if you like it, if you feel it, you can't help but move to it.
That's what happens to me. I can't help it." ~ Elvis Presley ~
"I am proud of what I have got and I need an audience." ~ Farrah Facwett ~
"There is no planning. On the night it is really great, it’s euphoria
and if it is not so great there is always tomorrow night." ~ Ed McMahon ~
The Case of the Artful Dodger.
1936 to 2009
73 y o ....a Full beautiful Life Lived.
David Carradine passed on to New Life Experiences & Opportunities.
Here's a link to one Carradine website:
http://david-carradine.com/bio.html
Talk about a Balanced Human Being. Multi-Talented.
Like many of you, I grew up watching the Beloved one Wander & Transform those
around him, with gentle strength, a Bendable Palm in the Wind.
Dodging adversaries with swift counter-attacks.
The role of Kwai Chang Caine was originally intended for Bruce Lee, however due
to the Rigidity of the Powers that BE, in Hollywood at the time, [early '70s], there was an epidemic fear
that an Asian man, in a lead role, would not draw the ratings of a predominantly white
American audience.
Hence, David Carradine was given the lead role, and he honored it gracefully.
I remember the smoothness in the way D. C. would dismantle his sudden opposition, often
utilizing a style of Defense & Dodge tactics. Striking opponents with swift defensive
compassion & mercy. To see him move with such Artistic flexibility, as well as focus,
amazed me as a kid. A soul that surrenders, and bends with flexibility.
There is an Artistic Beauty that's apparent in Jeet Kune Do.
Mimicking the Fluidity of the movements of Asian Calligraphy.
An expression of writing I became familiar with in High School Art Class.
Learning the craft of jewelry making, how heat molds the metal, the
way cold clay felt as you applied water to it, spinning the clay to create my first vase.
Heating it in the oven. The glaze.
The poetic hand movements of East Asian Calligraphy, and the way the
it synchronically parallels the artful dance of martial arts.
Ever try to write with a paint brush? You don't.
You feel the "characters" which are a language of the soul. The rhythm & the way you hold the paint brush.
However, I have come to appreciate the Logic of the English language and alphabet.
The Intuitive- slant of cursive penmanship. Look back at the careful penmanship of
our English ForeFathers, Thomas Jefferson & Ben Franklin, or Abraham Lincoln's
prose, in the Bixby Letter, or even some of your personal acquaintences who have
rather nice penmanship. Yet the expressions of the Eastern languages on paper
mulberry, hemp canvases and parchments fascinate me. Writing styles and
techniques used often in China, Japan, Korea, & Vietnam.
The Abyss & Deep Blackness of the inks used, all these memories have resurfaced,
the sensitive pressure on the hairs of the brush, appear quite vivid to me. Water
acting as the Eraser. Even in Junior High School, I loved the trips we used to take
outside in the time of summer, sitting in a circle, free sketching trees, homes, streets, and each other.
At Milwaukee Tech, I had an art class, one of my favorite study hours.
At the tone of the bell, students would proceed to the next hour class.
I liked most of my classes, but when the Bell Tolled for Art Class.
I stepped into another dimension....
IMAGINATION.
Free roaming imagination. This was something I MASTERED as a little kid.
Here we explored the delicate craft of jewlrey making, molding of clay, and
calligraphy, free style sketching, charcoals, oil paints...etc.
..... and the greatest artform ever created,
...the masterpiece known as the HUMAN PHYSICALITY. The Human Body.
It is here that I am in a Divine Place. Like Writing. Heaven on earth
....but I humbly compose myself daily.
This is the same teacher, who literally begged me on bended knee to take a career in
Commercial Arts. Commercial mainstream artistry. Creating the advertisements that fight for your attention in the grocery store aisle or on television commercials.
Anyways, I recall the entire class of students were required to purchase a sketch
book. We added a new entry input at the end of each week. Remember, I was a painfully shy Black Kid
in an predominantly white High School. One odd day, my teacher surprises me, by
doing something out of the ordinary.
In a moment of frustration from seeing another students sketch book compilation,
my male art teacher grabs my sketch book in holds it UP with both hands in front of
the entire class.
And Triumphantly...
Defiantly!.....Proclaiming....
"Now THIS is how a Sketch Book she BE!"
Black man turning Red again, Embarrassingly SWEET.
Art teacher spontaneity again....
another day he pulls me by the arm out of my chair, walks me to the CENTER of the
entire class, and hoists me on a desk, unto a chair.....
........Fox6Fan Becomes the ART FORM.
Ecstasy.
I remain still while the other classmates DRAW ME.
The Roads & Pathways of Life often take many sudden turns. Occasionally veering
completely off track.
I suppose that dream lives on in an Alternate Reality.
These pleasant thoughts often bring me comfort & joy.
Sears the Writer, Poet, the Logical Math Professor,
Computer Graphics designer, Movie Director, the Intuitive High School Art Teacher
....all experiences remain quite valid. Branching off into eternity.
Take for instance, a television news Anchor, who longs to have been a priest, a left-handed
professional baseball pitcher, or politician/actor, or Tour de France bicyclist...etc.
"The passionate residue remains with the spirit or soul, as hobbies or recreational experiences."
I do not even draw anymore. Nor do I miss it. Or care to.
HOWEVER, I continue to appreciate any fine piece of art, a tree, a bird, a star even.
Whether it's a chalice of red wine or Angelina Jolie, a good book on a shelf
or even the ironic COMPLEX simplicity that IS life itself.
might I add......I would have made a Superb Art Mentor in High School. Isn't that a
darn shame.... isn't it?
Hmm...
Oh well, ya' know what Erykah Badu says,
.......maybe NEXT LIFETIME? Got thousands of 'em...
{wink&asmile)
You know I have seen a Grinch, grin!
Emphatically,
But I do believe I saw a devil .....SMILE.
As a kid of about 12 - 13 y o, I grew up on Lisbon Avenue,
there used to be a George Webb right smack on the corner of 35TH &Lisbon,
Me, my brother, and two sisters used to go to the Webb all the time for those cheap-cheap-cheap burgers.
It FELT like a dollar could by a Hundred of them ground beef babies!
TALK ABOUT HEAVEN.
Well, anyways, I attended seventh and eighth grade at Samuel Morse Junior High School.
84TH &Congress...back in '77,... I'm guessin'. It was a predominately white neighborhood. I remember taking that 23RD &Fondulac bus ride,
It was like watching a Howard Bearden meld into a Norman Rockwell.....
Observing Milwaukee, watching her TRANSFORM in what took like 23 minutes.
Shifting back into Happy but Content Howard Bearden again at the end of my classes day.
Back to Simplicity.
The simple Life. With the intense gratefulness & joy. Even for the little things, that matter the most
The crumbs...and even those scraggily lookin' yellow Dandelions, Behind the Scenes.
I was an embarrassingly shy and quiet kid. I recall having this Tough THORNY $%@! STUBBORN RED ROSE-
for an Algebra Teacher. She wasn't bad looking ither. Just Strict. The Logical Zenless Master.
This Lady would yell, "SHHHHHUTT- YOUR- --MOUTH-----NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!"
---and that's even when she heard a number drop.
I remember there being maybe three blacks in my math class of about thirty. And I was one of them. The majority of the class were white teens. We went to school when there was a mindset of busing minorities out of their slum neighborhoods to "better" schools. There was tension, but I rarely FOCUSED on it. I was just fascinated by learning something new. Numbers and Letters. Home Ec, Shop Class, History...all was FUN to me. I was in Heaven.
All my Teachers liked me. And I loved them.
Buuuut....it was just...This NUMBERS LADY... was a BEAST.
Like 666. She never said much to me. But she was always watching, behind the scenes.
Observing...those other kids in the class. Who made her crazy and mad.
This is how it went down, when the bell rang for Math's Witching Hour. When every kid came into class, we sat up straight, mouths closed, and NOBODY even DARED say a word .... or God forbid....laugh.
It was like OFF TO THE FIERY PITS OF HELL you GO.
(Principal's Office-Phone Call to Mom-and INSTANT DEATH!!)
So I kept my mouth closed, did my work, found the puzzle of numbers effortless, and passed with straight A's in MATH.
Man, --I even did my homework in 1st Hour! --- Study Hall.
With time to spare, and a quick nap.
Then I would return back on the bell sound straight to MATH HEAVEN.
Now here's the anomaly. We had this final algebra exam at the end of the year.
And I ace the mother-.
It felt like I was having fun, like the Teacher was challenging me to a playful duel.
Simple formulas. Effortlessly put together, like a simple puzzle.
I probably was the first to turn my final exam paper in,
i'm a little clouded in the memory,
but I do remember being called up to the front desk, a few minutes later,
Upon Teach's inspection.
A Big No-No.
On every Logical & Practical level.
Ms M??---(please forgive me for forgetting the exact name.)
My Algebra Teacher looks me straight in the eye...and I see this Grinch,----- SMILE
Like this>>
I see TEETH. But No-- FANGS. Pretty TEETH. A Softness in a once-hardened FACE,
IT's tender, affectionate, and a sweet new look, I must admit,
.... it becomes her.
A More Flexible Miss M. emerges from a thorn. to a rose.
I kid you not, Miss "M" reaches out her hand to me,
{no fork or claw with piercing nails}
...and proceeds to tell me that I have ACED MY EXAM.
And i'm lookin' like....
{{<<SHOCKED!!>>}}
not because I aced the exam...that was the fun & easy part,
It's because I see the "Devil, suddenly Dressed in Blue."
....we shake hands and she THANKS me kindly, ....moi?????
...I think she said, "--- She wanted to marry me.lol"
I tease. I jest about that marrying part.
I turn around, the other kids are stunned, lookin' up at me and I walk on air back to my desk,
But I can still FEEL Miss M smiling......not grinning,
yet....glowing... smiling ....INSIDE.
I Kinda' Really, Liked Miss. "M --"
Miss Mathematical
I really did.
[You know something....I would have made a rather COMPASSIONATE, practical College Math Professor.]
Peace.
All a Brother Ever Needs Is To Be Happy
I'm throwing chance out the window this mornin'.
I don't need a lot of money. Or that perfect girl.
( OK, I take that one back, but i'm not gonna trip over a rock, from lookin' )
I don't mind makin' my Limits & Boundaries, ither.
All I need is my Wisconsin Badgers baseball cap turned to the back,
I decided to take a half-hour walk, after an all Upsided Day.
I got my Jordan Jacket on, just a slight cool breeze in my face,
Everybody's chins up nowadays.
On my way home I cross a bridge, bridges i'm no longer afraid of,
Even that long one over the swamp in that Crimson Tide State, taking me back and
forth to my mom & dad's birthplace,
Mobile.
Mary J fllooding my ears
I like my ancient Sony Walkman......Just Fine.
I O'Blige, for the moment this tune fits the Vibe of the city.
I pause over an overpass, and look below, there's a mother & geese near
A Canal,
I see nearly 8 young!!
"Mother Goose" eyes me with her practical eye. I quickly acknowledge the innocent beauty of at least
seven or eight Pagoda.......i don't linger to count them,
I gently wish their mom happy mother's day and proceed to move on.
Up ahead there's this huge crosswalk, merging an I-94 West exit. It's near Saint Paul St.
Here you have to navigate across with extreme focus and balance.
Piece of cake.
I'm Sportin' Twin ol' J Bones, gently pounding pavement,
and the damp ground is soft, from the new seeds that have fallen
from ol' Rigid Trees.
FLexIBiLiTy
And It's the weekend.
Time off from work to appreciate.
Have fun, party, exhale, relax, & let go.
The FleXIBLe Vince Condella certainly knows,
about High Pressures & Lows
Feels good to release until that next wicked cold "front" comes in...
..and goes right on through,
Midwest soldiers/Spiritual soldiers.
The weather's getting warmer w/ less & less Clouds.
And the Perennials are fighting for your attention again.
They really don't care, though. Just long as you get the MESSAGE.
There's Beauty Everywhere.
They actually rather love it,
Behind the Scenes.
Stay Humble Milwaukee Badgers&Brewers
Peace.&Namaste

Let me rephrase that...I mean on the court...any basketball court.
Michael Jordan was good at what he did.
I first saw him play as a freshman in college at North Carolina.
He did this one-handed tuck & cradle like a baby windmill dunk from the corner of the freethrow line
and I became FOCUSED on MJ.
My Uncle assured me Jordan would be awesome in Chicago as I watched that deep '84 Draft
which includes one of my favorite people Charles Barkley. Can you imagine that mouth anchoring the 5pm
6pm 9pm and prime time news........it would be
Hmm.
Big Mouths can mean Big Money
I knew he would be good in the NBA.....but I never expected Michael would be
the GREATEST TO EVER PLAY THE GAME!!
I still get nightmares of MJ dunking on ex-Buck,
Randy Breuer.....no mercy...ewwW!.....nasty dunk.....hot NEW POSTER FOR MY WALL!!!
I have all his SIX CHAMPIONSHIP GAMES ON CD & DVD
the 55 pt game with the 45 jersey in front of Spike Lee, the 69 pt game,
that Masterpiece Playoff game
with 63 pt against Legend Larry Bird. I got them all recorded. Even his appearances on SNL, i once saw him on the OPRAH show, selling clothes and shoes, and i'm keeping tab with his son who won a Illinois state championship this year.
Bird said later of Jordan after the '86 playoff victory, "---he's God in BasketBall Shoes!"
M J brought the gift of BALANCE
look at his stats from 1988 when he reached his peak physically nabbing practically every award
Later honing his skills down a minute level to play a more cerebral game of b-ball
an Intelligent, Sharing game with new team mates.
THE BEST PLAYERS LEARN TO FEEL THE GAME
an instinctive game of x and o's
Every effort was a best effort and MJ brung it EVERY NIGHT.
For me to watch him play was like looking at a work of fine art
from Da Vinci or Michelangelo
experiencing art, MJ creating art
on a hardwood canvas......4 Quarters of emotional highs & lows.
He had an aesthetic beauty to his game that i have witnessed only in a few other NBA Players.
Pistol Pete Maravich ...instinctive
Ray Allen's jump shot for example is a thing of effortless beauty,
as witness of Mr Allen's late 51 pt game against Chicago.
Effortless like J - Bone.
Jordan loved a CHALLENGE TOO!!
He delivered. He left every FAN FEELING they got their moneys worth.
Fearless.
Stubborn.
Joy.
Com-Passion.
Focus.
BigEgo
Competitive.
All Traits of success.
I read a book by Sam Smith, called the "Jordan Rules" supposed rules adopted by the nasty Pistons
to contain the containless.
for a long time MJ held a grudge against Mr Smith for writing that tell DIFFERENTLY book.
Hmpf, Agent Smith & the Chosen Neo
Sam vs Michael
data recorder/ observationalist versus the super ego/ american idol who dunks
Number 23 is far from perfect.
Yet on Hard Wood...... even his mistakes seemed POETIC
HE WAS MICHAELANGELO
Everytime he laced up those bad a## J-Bones, and stepped unto that hardwood,
He brung "IT"
that secret ingredient formula------- the half n half in the snow-ice cream cone
HE FLEW!!!!
this ode to
Michael Jeffrey Jordan
.....Bill Russell was the GREATEST
......yet MJ is the most BALANCED ALL AROUND NBA PLAYER TO EVER LACE UP
MJ'S GAME HAD NO WEAKNESSES
Ron English didn't need our help to decide....the 16TH & 44TH are synchronized ...i still think we need to find a young black Shirley Temple.. To pull us out of this anomaly of an economy, Danny Gokey captures that magnetic spirit......but where are the CURLS??? My grandmother LOVES curls... plus she is very entertaining, ...Hmm My ma says the 44TH must be the Chosen One ... Black Moses - Red Roses... his speeches are inspiring though, at best with out a teleprompter at bay, Certainly reminding me of the speeches of M L K I'm back to Undecided again, mind i get tired of the comparisons, Michelle says he's her twin soul...equally counterparts...like the moon and the sun ...I Stand by my word, I say, "--- He Is NOT the ONE..!!" Like Clark Gable.... some of us really don't give a darn about who's leading the country..... Hell for me was growing up in a single-parent family, Wondering where our next meal's going to come from, Moving fifteen to twenty times from house to house...wearing shoes with your TOES sticking out, A Bad Economy is NOTHING to a flexible Soul. The rest of us are following our own Built-In Guidance System, OR you can trust the master Illusionist... the "one" women of all colors swoon over. ..that Red powerful charmer....cassanova' the cunning words...who's HOT as HELL With millions & millions of followers, no number can tell, -another American Idol. Myths&Fables Reminding me how FUN it IS to PLAY w/ ze LABELS Simon Cowell....you missed the boat on Taylor Hicks...but we do trust YOUR judgement on this??? Who do you think should STAY????...President Barack ---or DANNY GOKEY!!!!!
This is a re post of a blog i wrote back in December 13TH 2008:
An incredibly moving speech by Martin Luther King Jr immediately flashed through my mind on November 4TH 2008 after 10:00 pm.
--personally, It is the GREATEST SPEECH i have ever heard.
In this clip-----King speaks with {{{{{{FIRE!!}}}}}}
There was tremendous energy and power in that church. And you get a sense of the urgency at the time in the Black Community.
I can feel the energy/emotions they had that night as they gathered together---it's like i can channel it.
Days that seem to be colored only in BLACK / WHITE......this was my perspective of watching old film in Junior High&HS as a teen.
Light----- versus the absence of light -----accurately reflecting the ideas at the time --forever embedded on video.
You Tube has a lot of these speeches & historic memories.
Memories of those times when there was more "U N I T Y" in the word community.
{back in the day.}
--- King's delivery here is impeccable, you are magnetized as you become focused on the man in the jam-packed church. His polarity/presence must have been overwhelming when he took the center stage.
Here on this video clip, Martin's eyes spew fire and his words are startling prophetic,
The man fearlessly channells the power of God and you know without any shadow of a doubt intrinsically, that somehow he knew in his heart he was going to die soon......... there could have possibly been a death threat/threats, prior to this meeting, that were made to him personally or from unknown sources.
The next day he was assasinated.
THE BUTTERFLY
A butterfly is a natural symbol of Transformation,
a symbol of effortless change and evolution,
Like a catepillar in a cocoon, asleep, awakening into a magical butterfly...
You ever see a butterfly rest on a flower? a lily, an iris, gardenia,
a rose
there is not a painting in any art gallery more exquisite
than the beauty of a scene, when a butterfly flutters
so gently and serene
with wings spread openly outward, floating gently upon a flower,
resting on a rose
a late afternoon sun resting upon a quiet lake,
even a dove of peace descending upon the Son
I AM the rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys
Transformation resting on a red rose
Effortless beauty overshadowing anything Van Gogh ever envisioned on canvas,
A red rose is a young woman of power,
while she endures the trials&tribulations of a life lived,
this catepillar undergoes the transition into a strong woman...
....it is DIVINE. A woman with divine strength and thorns that cut if held to tightly
A thing of beauty to be admired, held gently, not too tightly.
Effortless beauty
There is nothing more beautiful than a woman, this is why women love flowers,
It reflects effortless beauty,
Like millions of butterflies in the Garden of Eden,
a rose is a rose is my mom is my sister is my niece
Jesus holding his counterpart Mary in a tender embrace
equals/intellects
a delicate piece of you that you love in someone else
this you see in yourself
one rose, divine mother
a dozen roses, divine women,
if a man loves&respects his mother, he learns to love&respect all roses
And does Paul answer his phone??
I'm not a Political Guru but here are a few stats on Representative Paul Ryan
There was an old man waiting on a street corner, for a bus. He proceeds to light up a square-
Upon inhaling, the old-timer begans to COUGH uncontrollably. A young male barely over 20 years of age is standing nearby observing this....he's smoking a newport and asks, --"Are you alright OLD SCHOOL?!"----
The old black man tells the youngin', without glancing upward,
"My grandfather lived to be ------125 years old!"
The youngin asks, -----"Was he a SMOKER, though??"
The old man replies,
"NO----------HE MINDED HIS OWN DAMN BUSINESS!!!!"
----as opposed to beliefs.
Beliefs are powerful, and whether they are known or unknown, they still set the stage for your experiences and existence. In all honesty, do you really know what it is you believe in? Have you self-selected and consciously planted your beliefs in your psyche as you would purposefully plant a garden? Exactly what beliefs have you inherited as treasured heirlooms? What patterns of commonality flow through your family gene's? What specific issues do members of different generations of your family all have in common? Which particular situations are forever on re-run for you and your family clan at annual family gatherings. How often are YOU the tragic star of the show?
Further insight----What thoughts and feelings do you have upon awakening in the morning? How do you feel about your dreams? Do you even remember your dreams? How do you feel about your bedroom and what do you use it for?
{{{Don't feel bad, i rarely sleep or use my bedroom, my bed is my living room couch.lol}}}
What feelings surface when you evacuate your bowels in the morning and bathe your body? Do you value your body? What are your feelings about SEX? What mainly do you use your body for? Is it benign or detrimental influences put by you on your temple? What do you think about food? What does the word "home" mean to you?
WHAT INFLUENCE DOES YOUR FAMILY HAVE IN DETERMINING YOUR BEHAVIOR?
How do you feel about fun? Do you laugh a lot, or laugh very LITTLE? Matter of fact, what is it you BELIEVE you deserve out of life?
Here's an experiment:
jot down on a piece of paper or on a note pad
---at least 12 beliefs that you carry around in your psyche like luggage. Write these beliefs down like statements, your so-called facts about reality. Include additional beliefs about health, wealth, and happiness.
[If you are in a fine restaurant, please write on a napkin, i always do.lol]
After a week come back and take an honest, hard, good look at what you have proclaimed on paper. When you look at each statement, be aware of how your body feels. Are you breathing deeply, is it shallow hulls of controlled air into your diaphragm, or are you holding your breath, are you taking quick short breaths. Are your teeth clenched? Maybe the jaws of your muscles are laxated? The muscles under your brows and your bloodflow pressure are pure indicators of your alignment/agreement with anything.
How do you FEEL about what you wrote? Which statements would you like to change? Or---[[[Expand]]] upon? Or maybe you no longer feel that a statement reflects who YOU ARE!
FLEXIBILITY IS FREEDOM.
Yup, Yup------that's right! your ears do not deceive you.
43 y o Black male dancing w/o straining or breaking something!

I am literally dancing to to melodic grooves of CB in my high rise luxurious apartment this very moment. Well, i am taking a breather to type this post for my Chi Town readers. {and i do kid about the luxury apt part}
Chris Brown and Rihanna had a knock down drag out fight last week prior to the Grammys Show. We all know CB had some other groupie/groupies on the side who probably look better and will do things the "R" will probably never DO. Still Rihanna is HOT.
And i'm reeeally disappointed in CB right now. NEVER EVER EVER HIT A FEMALE DUDE. You were cheating, i'm certain. Personally i don't care about the cheating part, but your aggression against our BLACK QUEENS AND BLACK GODDESSES is going to be difficult to forgive.
Ohh, NOT ME.....i pass no judge-ment.....it's my Black Sisters to whom you must suffer the wrath. I DO FEEL YOUR PAIN NOW.
K .....back to the smooth grooves of CB.....moving the coffee table to the side.........amp-ed up the volume on my HDTV....clicking the PS3..."x"...button to resume
.......{singing&dancing....."Aiiin't No Waaaaaaaay!!!"}
mm-hm, mm-hm
heeeey!!!!!
"What IS this thing called, --Truth?!"
Logicaltruth-adoseoftruth-mytruth-ifilustruth-
obamatruth-georgewbushtruth-KBtruth
{women are more evolved than men ya' know}
Better yet- is truth/the nature of being"real"
The mind defines truth as the acting outwardly/manifestations/of doing that which is attuned or apparent within the mind....YOUR beliefs....YOUR thoughts.....YOUR MORALS
::::ENTER THE MONKEY WRENCH::::
Truth Is.
what {{{{{FEELS}}}}}} like truth to you??...is it asingingbird'struth...thetruthintheroarofaproudlion
........thetruthofagoodmovieflick.......a child'struth...anewborntruth......asuddencoolbreezy
truthonahotsummer'sday
....thefirsttimeyouevermadelovetruth
...arosestruth...which is even truer
....i tell you this.....
truth is defined by the "LIES."
What is a LIE?????
nothing but false evidence appearing real.
eliminate the fear.
then shall your truth stand with stillness before you
spirit speaking:
TRUTH IS
.....nothing more nothing less
spirit-bows-to- ur spirit