Real Eyes Realize Real Lies

God made you just for me.
I am divinely favored…

He thought so much of me, that He took time and with conscious effort and purposeful intent created you and placed you in my life. That’s love.
So great a gift from so great a giver can not possibly be forsaken.
In return I promise to love, cherish, protect and nurture this seed of companionship until He comes, or sends.
I love you.
slo

she’s so close but still just out of my reach
baby i got dreams, but dreams don’t keep the lights on

Just one more ‘gain, I’d like to touch love
Fingers interlocking, palms kissing
Once more smell the small of love’s back
Draw circles on that spot on the top of her foot
Or under her arm to the left and right of her breasts
Once more rub hot oil all over love, making her body quiver with
excitement
anticipation
jubilation
intoxication
saturation
Part love’s lips with mine, play tickle with my tongue
Hold her so tight so close
Where do I end, where does she begin
Warm thighs wrapped around one another
Pulling love closer, back arched, head back
Deep breaths, rimshots and E-flat quarter notes dance in our ears
The moon becomes the sun becomes the moon
A beauty to behold
Never enough
This is where we belong - I’m ready…

slo

I’ma write a book using my pen name; Buck Nastee, III.

its fictional

Chapter One

I asked her was she satisfied with our love-making. It had been almost five months since we last were intimate. She told me she was satisfied, no complaints. When we last made love I noticed she no longer called my name like she used to. What I considered passionate, intense sessions seemed like the mundane to her. The oral sex stopped. The 6am good morning love before work stopped. Coming to bed in just one of my t-shirts stopped. Doubt tried to creep in but she said I was being foolish everything was as it should be. She came to bed fully dressed. Was it the 28th day already? No, that was two weeks ago. I was sure of it. I didn’t want to stay on top of her cycle and seem like I was a fiend for the cookie. I remember it was good, damn good. But it has been awhile, somethings not right. I sent her flowers and I asked her could we meet up after work. Wear something sexy I said. We can go to a nice restaurant. I promised to rub her thigh under the table as we dined and I would find the right words and the stolen glances and kisses to rekindle our fire. I realized it’s been awhile since we’d been out. I said I wanted to make her feel like a woman. She shot back that she was offended at my offer. How dare I ask her to wear something sexy. She said I have nerve to criticize her wardrobe. I slept alone. I said let’s go see a movie, have a night cap and head uptown to your place tonight. When we got home, I laid next to her mentally using and old Jedi mind trick to restrain myself from devouring her while at the same time using the force to remove her garments. After eight years I still found her irresistably sexy. I laid and waited, and waited and waited. I pulled her next to me and waited. She had to have felt me throbbing through her sweatpants, sweatshirt and the wall of pillows between us. I feel like I’m about ready to attempt to just take it. But I know that’s definitely not the way to get to her. She doesn’t like to be pushed or forced, she likes to set the pace. No response, no sign of interest, no sign of life. I resisted my desires and kept my passions within due bounds. I think that was the longest night of my life. I asked when the sun came up if we were going to make love this morning. She snapped is that all that’s on my mind. That was the longest day of my life…

Chapter Two

Her phone rings at 10, it rings at 11, it rings at midnight never answered when I’m laying next to her. I call at 9 and she’s sleep or didn’t hear the phone ring. I know how loud her phone is. She said she was on the toilet and doesn’t walk around the house with her phone waiting for me to call her. She said to me don’t call after 10pm, she said don’t call my job either. She took down every reference of me in her house, no more pictures, no more cards, even the portrait my daughter gave her from graduation. She said it was her cousin from London who still has a nyc cell, and she didn’t feel like talking to her. I said but it’s a nyc cell. She said the female cousin used to live in nyc and never changed her number when she moved to London. She said I don’t trust her. She said I don’t know the meaning of trust & commitment. She said she was always true to me, never stepped out on me. He said “hi baby” when I hit redial. She said I will give you back all the gifts you’ve ever given me, the piano, the stereo, the dooney burkes, etc etc and a check for the rest. I said does that include the engagement ring, and the intangible gifts of love and loyalty?

To be continued…I hope and pray.

(names changed to protect the innocent)

would you buy it??

James Ford Seale, a reputed Ku Klux Klansman, was sentenced Friday to
three life terms in prison for his role in the 1964 abduction and murder of
two black teenagers in southwest Mississippi.
Seale, 72, was convicted in June on federal charges of kidnapping and
conspiracy in the deaths of Charles Moore and Henry Hezekiah Dee, two
19-year-olds who disappeared from Franklin County on May 2, 1964.
The young men’s bodies were found two months later in the Mississippi
River.
Seale showed no emotion as U.S. District Judge Henry T. Wingate read his
sentence.
Wingate told Seale the crimes committed 43 years ago were “horrific” and
“justice itself is ageless.” He denied a defense motion to allow Seale to
be free on bond while his case is appealed.
Federal public defender Kathy Nester filed a notice of appeal.
“Mr. Seale maintains his innocence to this crime,” Nester said.
During the hearing, one of Dee’s sisters and Moore’s brother talked
about how the violent deaths affected them and their families.
“I don’t have no hate in my heart but I’m happy for justice,” said Dee’s
sister Thelma Collins of Springfield, La.
Thomas Moore read from a prepared statement directed at Seale.
“I hope you perhaps spend the rest of your natural life in prison
thinking of what you did to Charles Moore and Henry Dee and how you ran for
a long time but you got caught,” he said. “I hope the spirit of Charles and
Henry come to your cell every night and visit with you to teach you what it
meant by love of your fellow man.”
Both of them stood about 10 feet from Seale, but he never made eye
contact with them.
When asked by Wingate if he had anything to day, Seale, who wore an
orange jail jumpsuit and was shackled at his waist and ankles, stood, shook
his head and said “No.”
Wingate agreed to assign Seale to a prison where his health needs can be
met. He has cancer, bone spurs and other health problems.
The prosecution’ s star witness against Seale was Charles Marcus Edwards,
a confessed Klansman who received immunity from prosecution for his
admitted role in the abductions and his testimony.
He testified that Seale and other Klansmen abducted Dee and Moore near
Meadville, forced them into the trunk of Seale’s Volkswagen and drove them
to a farm. The two were later tied up and driven across the Mississippi
River into Louisiana.
Edwards said Seale told him that heavy weights were attached to the
teenagers and they were then dumped alive into the river.
Seale was arrested on a state murder charge in 1964, but the charge was
later dropped. Federal prosecutors say the state charges were dropped
because local law enforcement officers in 1964 were in collusion with the
Klan.

*except courtesy of AP*

my thing is dude is 72 he’s lived his entire life already. i’m not a proponent of the death penalty but this damn sure makes u think. 3 life sentences at 72??!! c’mon he’s going to live what - maybe 8 more years. he has all these supposed ailments and ish. meanwhile those 2 boys didn’t see live to see 20.

i feel for vick but why does everyone wait till they’re in a back against the wall crisis to find God. he couldn’t “find” Him while he was drowning rottweilers? c’mon dawg. no pun intended. this cat stood in the front of the mic and said i’m sorry for what i did and oh yeah i found Jesus. *sigh*

Mario - How Do I Breathe

Sen. Barack Obama brought his messsage of “change” to Brooklyn last Wednesday.

Blacks represent more than 38 percent of the borough’s 2.5 million residents so it’ll be interesting to see how many black voters show up to meet the man of hope.

The number will be telling since Obama says, “I guarantee you African-American turnout, if I’m the nominee, goes up 30 percent around the country, minimum.”

During the political roundtable at the 1st annual New York State Convention of the National Action Network, Dr. Ron Daniels, deputy campaign manager of the Rev. Jesse Jackson Sr.’s 1988 presidential campaign, observed, “He’s [Obama] not as deeply pigmented as I would like on some issues but on balance, he would be a positive as president of the United States.”

Ron warned that black support for Obama is no sure thing:

Obama and Clinton are splitting the black vote. Obama has not found a way to signal to black voters that he’s one of us and for us.

Democrats have a funny way of signaling their love for black voters. Black voter education and mobilization groups that have ongoing relationships with black voters are starved for resources while fly-by-night groups are paid millions to woo black voters.

But as Don Hazen points out in his piece, “Bloggers and Billionaires, MoveOn and Howard Dean: The Battle for the Soul of the Democratic Party,” this is a losing strategy:

In these 527 operations, funded to the tune of $200 million in 2004, the power control model exercised by the big three failed to motivate voters as was necessary to overcome the superior organizing effort by the Republicans. The Media Fund efforts contributed tens of millions to the big media corporations by taking out a vast number of ads, and other efforts transferred millions of dollars to the Sulzbergers via endless New York Times ad buys. In the case of ACT, thousands of outsiders — often college kids parachuted into unfamiliar neighborhoods with their handheld PDAs — failed to connect with ordinary Americans.

The end result was that after spending that $200 million, they had virtually nothing left in place to show for it. Little infrastructure was built, and there was no real public accounting of what that money was spent on (emphasis added). And many expect that if Hillary Clinton gets the nomination, she will implement the same type of command-and-control operation with insiders like Ickes and others — the same people who have been busy trying to build the same voter database that failed the Dems in 2004.

Question: How many black voter empowerment groups are included in the Democracy Alliance’s portfolio?

If Obama or any Democrat wants to win, they need to build the capacity of the organizations that closed the racial gap in voter registration and turnout. To do so, they must embrace the message of Bobby “Blue” Bland and spend their money where they spend their time.

i want to be happy. if someone finds me a ringtone of chris tucker screaming “you are a superfreak!!” i will be ecstatic! lol. that’s it, nothing to see here keep it moving folks

so i’m watching my favorite channel - the food network - don’t judge me…and this damn infamous eharmony commercial bs comes on back to back. u know how sometimes the commercials glitch like that so they’re all like “we’re in love & i found the perfect mate” etc etc & i notice all these people are freaks. at least six of them have ridiculously abnormally large noses, gherri curls, big body bitches, dudes with guts bigger than mine (and thats pretty damn big these days). makes me feel all warm and tingly all over knowing that i was able to jedi mind trick this one i got into loving me. cuz lawd knows if i had to eharmonize myself some love i’d be up a creek. i’m just saying
so then they show the “yaz” commercial - you know the one for women who don’t have normal pms, no way, they have pmdd!! i mean i’m no gyno but what did women pre 1980s do when there was no such thing as pms and pmdd?? but i digress, what caught my attention and made the ad a joke to me is the side effects: “yaz may cause heart attack, stroke or death. please consult your physician before taking this or any medication”. DAYUM!! death??!! what the shit?
while we’re on the topic - why do i have to be riding in the car with my better half and hear “maxoderm - for the firmer, harder, longer lasting you.”? now i got to make a decision. do i switch the station and seem insecure or sit there and squirm in my seat cuz “maxoderm gives your woman what she craves”. the little white man inside my dashboard knows what my woman craves? howdahell?
DAMMIT, DAMMIT ALL TO HELL!!
i feel like i’m trapped in an episode of scrubs (one of my fave shows by the way!!)
BANANA HAMMOCK!!!!

i’m not a bandwagon kinda guy but dayum this shit is kinda real what old boy is saying. i’m a grown ass man and ain’t neva bought a pair of jordans in my life for myself. neva asked for a pair either whilst i was growing up. i was rocking pumas, lottos, and shawn kemps (ya’ll don’t know about the green on white kemps…hotness). i guess i had enuf sense to know that the $125+ price tag was utterly ridiculous. plus that was around that same time ur girl kathy lee got busted for the sweatshops overseas, i just knew mr mj was doing the same thing. i’m a carolina boy in my heart and soul, i had his jerseys unc & chi-town, had no problem rocking the carolina blue sweats, but them damn shoes just wasn’t hittin for me.

peep the story:

Stephon Marbury is in the midst of a 37-city tour to promote his Starbury line of shoes and clothing for Steve and Barry’s … and what’s even better, he’s blogging about his experiences for the New York Post:
After that we bounced through Charlotte. We stopped off at one of my favorite places to eat, Cracker Barrel. We met a nice lady named Lisa who worked there and told us the story of how she had promised her son she would buy him a pair of $175 Jordans even though she didn’t want to. But he never had any brand name shoes. So she did it.

She wrote Michael Jordan a letter saying it was unfair a lot of children wouldn’t be able to afford them and they shouldn’t need Jordans to feel accepted.

She said they sent her a b.s. email back but that was it. I want Michael Jordan to get down with the movement and come out with a Star Jordan sneaker for the people. Let’s see what happens.
First reaction: Marbury’s favorite restaurant is the Cracker Barrel? Who knew? Second reaction: that’s pretty bold of him to call out MJ, especially right in his backyard. I never would have thought it possible a couple of years ago, but Marbury seems to be on the verge of becoming a “larger than basketball” icon, having already called out MJ and Lebron James (see: I’d rather own than be owned).

We know Ben Wallace has already signed on with Starbury, but will athletes endorsing other companies follow in his footsteps? A month ago, word got out that word got out that Kevin Durant was adamant that his shoe contract included a commitment from either Nike or adidas to produce an affordable shoe that can be sold in the $39 to $69 range. Was that just p.r.-speak to make Durant look good, or did he really stick to his guns? We’ll find out in a few months, Durant signed a deal with Nike this week.

so all that said - i’m going out and cop a pair of starburys this weekend. pics of my size 14 to follow lol.