Real Eyes Realize Real Lies

ok its been abt a week or so and i’m sitting here with nothing but time on my hands. i knew this mike jack thing was getting out of hand. i heard that yesterday 12 people committed suicide because of his death. seriously? i just dont get it. call me callous call me whatever but i’m not changing my screen name, my avatar, the way i dress, holding a midnight vigil & damn sure not going to commit suicide because this freak is dead. i am very sorry that he passed especially due to the mysterious circumstances surrounding his demise. but lets call it what it is. he was a freak. dont give me the vitaligo (sp?), or the he never had a childhood foolishness either. if you didnt have a childhood u might still be childish in ur late 20s hell i’m still childish in my late 30s. 50 year old sane black men do NOT sleep in the same bed with little white boys. folks are so quick to jump on the rrah but even quicker to give this cat mike a free pass. i do think he was one of the most influential musical artists of the past half century. no doubt about that. i also think r.kelly is just as influential and important even more so culturally. what abt bob marley? no one remember the ass whippins he gave his wife? the adultery? yet he’s worshipped as an icon. if u gonna crucify r.kelly u damn sure better nail him next to mike & bob. r kelly had a video tape, mike jack had more than 1 accuser. how many times did his nose fall off? his skin was whiter than most white people i know. folks are saying he never denied his blackness. maybe on paper. his humanitarian efforts in africa, for the naacp, etc. but in public u look like a clown. i even read someone say he had nose job cuz someone told him he had a black nose. um, that wipes out all his efforts to portray himself as black. i was such a huge fan of his earlier work. but once he started flipping out, dancing on cars outside the courthouse, and sharing the jesus juice and happy pills with baby panks i knew it was a wrap. i remember the 6th grade camping trip. this girl said if i performed beat it in the talent show she’d kiss me behind the trees when no one was around. i had my red & black jacket. i won that talent show with my best shomon impression ever. that chick never kissed me by the way. lol. i got her back real good at the end of the school year. but anyway. i’m just baffled i guess by the way people choose their heros or who they worship. i just cant get with the whole groupie thing. and if ur killing urself cuz a singer died ur agroupie.

obviously bored

its been a minute since i actually sat down and wrote anything relevant. not that this is going to be earth shattering but i do have ish on my mind and i’m a little bored. first of all i gotta get at my homeboy joey b aka mouse. now i find out this nigga is trying to get meth & red? are u serious? play ur position, know ur role stay in ur lane and any other overused catch phrase. slow down for real. meth is not really in the game right now but i’m sure he could still crush u on any given sunday. i gots nothing but love for u especially ur 1st joint that dropped i’m ride or die dirty jerzee. but trying to call dude out because he’s ranked higher than u on the list of all time rappers is a death wish. ur more of a club banger type of guy, meth’s ish is classic. from wu to joints with red. who hav u really worked with? i feel like i can say this cuz i kinda sorta know a nigga (we drink in the same bar lmao) but dude for real u r making me shame to tell heads i follow u. its like this soldier boy cat trynta get at common or kweli. u know that aint right. apples & oranges.
and whilst on the subject of niggas trynta get at one another. wth is this abt? this nigga nick cannon beefing with em because he came at his wife in a song? dude, ur in the ENTER-TAIN-MENT bidness and i use that word loosely. its par for the course, comes with the territory, part of the game. and he talking abt em didnt even get to 2nd base with his wife. so what now she’s the virgin mari? i guess she told u jeter ain’t smash too right? sit ur ignant ass down somewhere talkin about u still taking karate classes. i was talking with the homie chaundon and laughing abt this. i told him i think i could take dude, chaudon said dat nigga nas was gettin at jayz for being a hunded and still in karate class but he aint really “wanna test the karate chop”. *DEAD* maybe dude is nice with the miyagi style but i’m not telling no one i’m married to mariah carey and i take karate. i’m sorry.
oh yeah, ur wife is white son, stop playing. she just recently got niggarized and even so, a little ass shaking and some niggas in ur video dont make u down.

The Foreign Exchange feat. Darien Brockington - “Take Off The Blues” from The Foreign Exchange on Vimeo.

After voting against equal pay legistration and the bill to make martin luther king jr day a national holiday, john McCain chooses a female running mate and loses the presidential election to a black guy.

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