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…from my perspective
If the World saw less black & white, there would be room for More Color…
When A Mind Disembarks
Where these tracks may lead
is more than some random place
fear is faced today.
Alone, with Your Presence…
If no one was around would you oblige?
To the sweet essence of our presence and verbal vibrations similar to a stimulant
We often let the past ruin what may be as we tease thorns off the bristle tree.
Love is just that, it may hurt for what it’s worth.
And although I hope those kisses in the wind did reach you at sea
Maybe those inner most cavities and fantasies tingle being reminded of me
Positive vibrations lead me to you and if our will shall be,
may the rapport mend anew.
We’ve grown to understand the fundamentals of chance
Let’s roll the dice for romance…forever?
Who knew…
You’d love me
Cause I damn sure love you…
Yesterday, today, and forever…. however long that may be
And as long as you’re right here…nothing falling under the brinks of time matter to me.
Lost & Found: Father’s Day Returned
So many say the words to receive no answer.
A hurtful thought that can eat away at your very soul like a cancer.
That’s why I always promised myself if I ever got the chance to
Fulfill that role I would do it well.
I look my father in his eyes and say thank you
even though I may have gave him pure hell.
He stood there, through the fire storms, from the day that I was born,
and here he stands today
Yes, I may be the cause behind a few of those gray hairs
I thank him because he didn’t have to stay.
Times have truly changed, the role of women being so independent
sometimes the role of a father has to be defended.
No one is perfect but some do use that as an excuse for that same song.
Planting a seed into the cavities of fertility, the true fruit of life.
No one said you have to make her your wife, but be a father.
A true father, so much more than just a dad,
I look at society today and must confess that it is sad.
My daughter will always know her father
I tell the women out there who act as mother and father…stay strong
Times are hard but not as hard as they have been.
Valued who you are, and on behalf of them I’m sorry.
I’m sorry they he doesn’t get it.
I’m sorry that he “got it” then refused to accept his position,
And I’m wishing….. he valued your worth.
I wish he appreciated that birth that was given to him.
To be more than just a donor,
I wish he could accept being the owner…of a blessing.
A lesson of love and life
The number of men that don’t understand…too funny
Its more than just the money, It’s the value of time spent
It’s the feeling of reminiscing on the places you’ve went.
It’s the comfort of having someone there for you…. as an angel sent.
To those that do… I SALUTE YOU!
My personal Honda CBR 954 RR…father’s day gift to myself a few years back. Captured this shot with the Nikon one evening after sunset. No editing, no lie. Mods and customizations done by me, and my bro.
‘No, we were all born to be stars, some just get off too soon.’
We piled inside the small compact car smelling like Vodka, sweat, and good times.
Someone yelled ‘Let’s take Marta.’ After all, it’s smarter. Well, it’s just we all had been drinking. Summer was approaching and there was a sudden silence in the air, you knew what everyone was thinking.
Ralph was such a good guy is what we all seemed to pray. He was one exit from home on that fateful day.
With a driven purpose in mind we walked towards the next arriving Blue Line. It’d be ten minutes or so before the next rail was set to arrive. Under the influence it seemed like forever. In the meantime, we’d admire a smoke and a share a few thoughts of laughter. Philips Arena, Five Points… Georgia State soon after. We waited along with a few others in the morning dim. There were no panhandlers in sight, it must have been too early for them. That’s what Greg joked but I saw truth in that. I was almost at a dose when I felt a sprinkle of inspiration in fact. Awakening was the rail’s brakes and images of flying sparks. The old woman sitting by the young lady I met tonight both got off at Inman Park. Those other guys I believe were migrating West. I thought to myself, ‘Marta is Smarter’, even they know what’s best. The conductor insisted Edgewood/Candler would be coming up next. I looked around and there weren’t a familiar face left other than one guy from yesterday’s game. By the time we reached Decatur I had forgotten his name. On similar paths we travel some of our minds lose tract. Then I saw my reflection realizing I am a man of my own and fully understand maps. Have been for awhile now and soloist decisions have become the norm. Through many roads I’ve traveled while weathering the storm. Further I’ve gone, but nowhere near home. Then I see through their eyes. Faces show smiles and in hearts true gloom. Or perhaps, maybe I’ve gone too far as a train passes flashing, ‘No, we were all born to be stars, some just get off to soon.’
What’s A Mustang To Do Without…Sally?
On one of my most recent visits back home to South Carolina I had the chance to capture a few shots of the ‘country ‘ life with my Nikon. Of those I snapped, I wanted to share a few that really stood out of this old Ford Mustang which I believe is a 1965 or 1966. The car belonged to a distant relative that refused to sell it…for unknown reasons and to this day, no one knows why. It now sits alone after numerous people have made offers to purchase or junk it only to be turned away as down and bereaved as the old thoroughbred looks himself. I’ve seen this car sit in this same spot and literally fade away as far back as I can remember…I’m 31. As usual, being a sucker for the natural and raw side of nature and material it spoke to me. Instantly the song “Mustang Sally” came to mind by Wilson Pickett. (Youtube it here)
And then I wondered…what if this old pile of junk still had Sally? What secrets would it share from the soapbox? That’s when I thought…Hmmm…maybe this:
You remember when Sally would give you a kiss
Saddle me up and throw me in 1st
Those were the good old days I miss
And if she wasn’t arguing with her old man we’d stop by and get Suzie Q.
That’s when I knew…we were in for a road trip
Two bad girls FREE under the sun… that Thelma & Louise type of sh*t.
Smiles on the run in those bright cat eyes
From the morning dew to the evening stars
Sally’s long gone now… buried not too far.
Backroads we left to the highways we ‘d come… from I-95 to 261
We traveled long ways…gassed up and ready.
‘Long as she didn’t drink too much
We’d pretty much hold it steady.
I thought we’d never slow down,
In ’65 we lived all over the towns
Weeping in tears…Sally tamed me then left
No regrets in my stable this little light of mine still shines
No matter how incorrigible,
Time reaches us all
In due time.
In Its own stubborn way
Nowadays that sleek Dynasty Green has turned gray.
In those days gas was $0.31 cents per gallon
You wanna tell me what it is today?
At the wash they groomed me, brush my mane, and wiped me down
those were happy endings now the only thing that soothes me is these thorns
you mean to tell me they’re calling that acupuncture now?
Ashes to ashes… rust to dust
Wipe weeping eyes staying here isn’t a must
Look right there, it says “original muscle American made 289 with a smile”
Life has long gone cause that synthetic stuff would have killed me anyhow
Ask anyone… they would have told you about Sally & that ‘Stang.
We’d return under the moon and I promised old Sally I wouldn’t tell you a ‘thang’.
Her, Me, & My A.D.H.D.
There’s things I wanna do,
That I know you like too.
Riding the freeway passing the flask to you taking 2 sips,
As my hand slides in between those hips
No I don’t drive and drink,
I just like to ride and think….lol
Love when you giggle, rub my hand, & give me those eyes…..mmmm delicious.
I can tell that you’re tipsy,
We don’t have to make it to our destination for you to kiss me.
I’ll pull over right here if you feel the heat,
I got a blanket for the hood, plus there’s plenty of backseat.
I don’t want no good girl, they ain’t good for me….
Bad girls offer so much more excitement you see.
Besides I need a remedy for my A.D.H.D.
Is it right for me to hinder you, knowing what you’ve been thru,
Or should I be a fill-in so the next no smooth talker doesn’t sweet-talk you
Sweep you off your feet, only to not catch you in return.
Love is something I yearn….but not right now
I’d much rather just make you smile…
As long as you can keep me on my toes.
But she can’t be lazy, her motivation & support has to drive me crazy.
Only cause she pushes me to do more…her mind I want to explore
Financial security and doing all those freaky things are a plus,
I need you to arouse my emoption every once and while…..just so I can tell you hush.
I don’t want no good girl, they ain’t good for me….
Bad girls offer so much more excitement you see.
Besides I need a remedy for my A.D.H.D.
You can grab my “D” in public you see… girl I ain’t scared.
But when I tell you “I’m ready, and let’s sneak to the dressing room…be prepared.
Don’t be shy when I nibble your ear whispering something during a movie,
Or I sit you down and tell you that you Move me…
Spiritually and beyond.
Don’t trip when I say life goes on…with or without…because you feel the same.
Not saying that the others are lame…..it’s just
I don’t want no good girl, they ain’t good for me….
Bad girls offer so much more excitement you see.
Besides I need a remedy for my A.D.H.D.
I guess I’m enticed by your gist….I can’t resist
Excuse me when I grab that, when your brother and mother not looking,
Or if I tell you I want you for my dessert when you in the kitchen cooking.
Now, on second thought..when I’m ready for a wife….
That good girl may be what I need in my life
But until then……
I don’t want no good girl, they ain’t good for me….
Bad girls offer so much more excitement you see.
Besides I need a remedy for my A.D.H.D.
On Another Cloud Tonight…NOte 9
Setting all love aside, lets talk about life…tonight.
What if life wanted your side of the story?
Every since my youth that’s a question I’ve been asking myself for years,
My vision is so often blurred by the many tears
that so often occur I very seldom get to witness my own fears.
What if life decided to take some of the sweeter things
Not knowing if you took away the materialistic filth
life can bear some of the more sweeter things
if we could stop letting influence of debit cards money and the myriad of mental scars…ruin.
What if life decided not to look me in the eyes
Or just ride by as I stood on the cliff of life’s flatline
On no this ain’t your regularly scheduled program especially when you
Merged thru many fatalities while facilitating life’s wrongs from the sidelines
I just don’t want us to let the nonsense continue to run thru our veins
Not seeing the bigger picture or appreciating the little things.
Breath…..feel that….Life.
My Life is Truth
What if life wanted my side of the story in facts?
Intoxicating high as a newborn coming into this world at birth…
…question is
Will he return to the dirt knowing the purpose of this life’s worth?
What if life decided not to love any more…
I mean….god is there working silently,
If peace isn’t made, subconsciously asking will He still just EJECT me….
As the program of the masses continue we let the bed bugs of society and the ignorance
divide us…there will be no middle class only poor and rich
before mankind himself is next up on the endangered list.
Naked Steps…
Perched abreast the runways of my heart in her favorite Giuseppe
Passion, lust, love… all such funny things
Reminiscing on the first time you wore those
orange Monika Chiang last spring
The eradicated spirals of a downhill past
While her grace feathers through
the soles of those pink Vera Wang
Maybe it’s the sway of her hips in fantasy
wearing those fire Red Bottoms
echoing thru hardwood some would find so deafening
It was those late nights and imprints
of her Pour La Victoire that made me strong.
And those pheromones near the piers of a solemn moon
Then in came you wearing those Kate Spades
I still remember how they always soothe.
.
It has to be the assorted combinations of Jimmy Choo straying
in my mind aside the addiction to daydreams
of her lips sending chills under the moon
as she tip toes close in those Prada delights
glimpsing fetishes of one man’s observation may consume
Or perhaps it is those toes bare that I tend to captivate and stare
At your every step near and far in this season’s Christian Louboutin
The many walks of life and steps day by day
I’m humbled in a pair of Chuck Taylor’s
worn soul was still able to guide that path into you that day…
Sea, The captivation…
the captivation
While at sea I lost a thought today,
that very moment when seas blend to skies
smiles to turn frowns and lens turn to eyes.
The melody of the sea knows more of my mind’s smiles than I could ever see
While the world frowns & hopelessly drowns
I’m fond of the way the sea seems to understand and see the peace in me.
It’s not too often you get beautiful views of the sea before a storm. This picture was taken with my Nikon D3000 in La Romana, Dominican Republic. A fairly inexpensive escape for couples and families alike; it boasts a relaxing yet colorful palette of great food, cervezas, and attractions. Flights land at the international airport in Punta Cana which is about 35-40 miles away. Ground transportation is available via the airport but most hotels may provide for any additional costs.
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