45 minutes of love.

     "You know what, middle finger to you"  yells Kathy, as the door slammed. Two years ago you couldn't tell there was a fine line between love and hate in their relationship. Brett and his ex Kathy have seen better days.     
     This suburban couple had all you  dreamed life to be until one day forty five minutes of love was all there was left. It was a Tuesday morning when Kathy came home early from the gym. She'd been working very hard to get her baby fat back to a normal size.
     Yoga was her favorite and she hated running. Her beatiful 7lb, 8oz Brittney was sleep under the nanny's care. Like normal she came in, jumped in the shower and prepared for work. Phone rings it's Bill voice text "wyd" she voiced back, in the shower.
     His response "send a pic," she yells "can't now still wet, give me a sec" her last voiced response. She gets done drying her self and sends a selfie. Kathy knows that one day she'll have to tell Brett about Bill who she's grown to love so much. Kathy and Bill worked and sat near Brett's desk everyday.
     The two always email and text durring meetings on Tuesday's, Brett's off day. Needless to say they met at work, durring sweeps week. Brett has no idea his loving lady has been loving his friend/co-worker this whole time. He had made plans for them to retire together and live in a beach house in Florida.....

To be continued

Days like these....

The day I died, I was on the balcony of a hotel. Knowing gods purpose for the struggle of all people, I gave the life he gave to me. The day I died, I was shot 42 times, bullets riddled my body over what appears to have been a wallet. No probable cause in mind for me just profiled wrongly. The day I died, I couldn't breathe, choked by the throat in broad day light for everyone to see. The day I died, I was shopping locally, shot down for disrupting some else peace." It's a toy," was my last scream. The day I died, I was at the top of life, taking everything living my dream, til time came for me to give something back. A promise that was made years ago when he died for me, to show the world love with every second I had to breathe. The day I died, I was face down in the street, I'd surrendered long before the last bullet hit me."Don't shoot" is how you'll remember me. The day I died, I was looking at a pretty face coming my way, I whistled one to many times.

 What will be your story? 

"It's a blessing to die for a cause because you can so easily die for nothing." Andrew Young 

 

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"With our women at our side tomorrow's things are left for tomorrow, we will start our revolution right now with ourselves." Dr.John Henrik Clarke

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Excuse me for a moment....

     Standing at the bar I saw you, dancing from a far I notice you.... how simple you are. No make up or bra, just hanging loose your ora called me. Zende why must you wait, as your appetite starts to inflate,"you desire a room?" He asked from the end of the hall, a long way down but we're together I spoke or did she call? "Did you need one or two room keys?" The attendant spoke again, she hushed him with a quick response, only a few hours is all, no need to stay the night. Once we're done she'll call him back, girls night out is fine with me, now where have I heard that. I'll keep quite while you speak but don't mention it baby our secret I'll keep.

      The last time you came you cried for the whole night, time after time your lips you bite. It felt poetic baby you know just right. The last dance is on me, then you know the routine you drop me off usually. When we get to my place you like to come in and talk about how your feelings won't let you forget about us. But you know you can't stay, you've been gone all day, or night I should say. "Let's do it again this weekend," the old lady says he's going out of town and I need your comfort. Sure thing babe just call me when he leaves. By the way what does he look like, I ask in case I run Into him one night? No worries she says he's a cop on the other side of town, and he'll never comes this way. I got out the Benz and went into the house thinking about her spouse, but not to much. 

      I needed to find out who he was, calling my cop friend, Zende what the f-ck! "Dude you tryna die?"my buddy replied when telling him the story, you betta be careful homie, a cops wife is a crazy allegory. I know I know I gotta tell her it's over but how fun it's been watching her commit the ultimate sin. Well maybe two, I think lust is among the few. Phone ring from a blocked number it's him I wonder. Voicemail say" no need to block my number anymore (insert my gov name) you know it's me,( ke ke's hubby) I you betta call me!" When I heard this I know he'd find me, he's a cop, he probably traced her phone or car or something.

      So now what, I texted her, call me ASAP ole boy call my phone. I need to know what he knows, or if he knows anything going on. She calls and said" I didn't tell him nothing he saw the phone bill and got your number." Damn how can I get out of this one I'm thinking, I know if he calls me back I should talk to him I wonder...... HELL NAW! Give her the boot playa or you may end up in a shoot, or shot...either way that's not the game to play. 

     Weeks has gone by no response from me just hoping one day not to see that crazy cop cat anywhere on the beat. I guess I dodged that bullet, only time will truly tell, didn't hear much from her or him as well. That's their problem not mine. I don't break up happy homes if the home is fine. He'll know next time to keep his dime on a watch or maybe my phone will ring again or maybe not.  

New Beginning

Today starts a new beginning for the mind set of stagnation. To be stagnate is to be dead; For the universe is consistently moving and evolving and only that without life is stagnate. It's time to get to work, we must change our forever understanding of being comfortable. The mind has the compacity to flow when stimulated and we must create more for ourselves. There must be a collective effort in this understanding or we can't completely secure our work. How old does one have to be to learn themselves? What makes you want to succeed at whatever you set your mind to do?

One thing is true, there's a game that's being played with or without you. And the real truth is the more stagnated or complacent you are the further behind or the least likely you are to win. Choosing not to play is not a option, for the rules were made with you as the main player to be played on auto. Without your own thoughts you will conform to that which may not be true around you. The illusion is real and viscous, but not to scary to face with proper knowledge of self and right action.

It's time be the warriors that we were created to be, let's not give ourselves to be slaughter to the elements of hate, greed, lust, fear, envy.  Like Marcus Garvey taught us to be strong African kings and queens that we are. Or the works of Dr. Ivan Van Sertiman who showed us how Africans circumnavigated the world long before Columbus was born. The world need us and they're waiting. Remember we gave the wolrd the understanding of the universe and everything within it. When will you began to reap the benefits of our ancestors and claim your kingship? 

One solution is we must create a understanding of self respect, that's first. In doing this we can devolop a oneness with ourselves and then can create that environment for the world to follow. If you respect you then you can show others  by right  action how to be respected and respect themselves. There will be a love for self that you will gain in the process that will become infectious to everyone around you. Believe you are that which you are.......... Royalty 

Feelings

Today's feeling is good no problems or worries, life is great. Why is it when you hear those words it makes you envious of others that find those words to be true sentiments. They love life happily, whether living in vain and with an oblivious state of mind or a kinda cooler since of self. One thing is true, love is good when it's happy and can be the worst otherwise. How many times will you deny the desires of your heart because of love, how long will you let it get in the way? Who will you deem worthy of it and how fast can you or will you let it go? I've found that love is like a promise that you make with the intentions of being hurt. Do you mind being hurt or will you hurt no more? Listening to the melodies of jazz keeping me grounded while wanting to soar into the four four timing, following the tickling of the Ivory and the rythumic thumping of the drums. I can recall sitting in my dorm back in college when I first found the soothing sounds of jazz. I still find myself under a trance by the time I realize it. Funny how things work out. What if love and music were relatable concepts? Really could they be? I mean really, is there love in music? And vice verse is there music in love? It's easy to love what is hard to love, because of its unwillingness to love you back draws you in even more and what you find harder to care for is not enough of a fight. Either way your in a love jam banging your way out. Do you keep playing the same songs hoping for different sounds to be heard or will you break that old record?