Archive | November, 2012

Good Morning

30 Nov

This is a repost of one of my most heart felt pieces. To me this is love in it’s purest form and it came to me just that way. The song that accompanies this piece is as perfect as the words (if I do say so myself). I am really proud of this piece and honest nature in which it came to me. I hope all that didn’t see it the first time will find the beauty in it just as I have.  

I know this song will enhance your reading pleasure:


Morning greeted me next to her.

As sunlight strikes my love I am consumed by the emotions that accompany the realization that she is indeed mine.

I have succumbed to this goddess that lay’s next to me and my will is not my own. For if she wanted the world at her front door I am powerless to disagree.

I allow my hands to follow the contours of this perfect being’s curves, as morning has not yet greeted her.

The warmth of her body wraps me in a cocoon of silky womanhood, if not careful my mind will be lost in this oasis that is she.

I watch as she is captured in angelic sleep, oblivious to my examination of her beautiful self, the temptation to touch her soft lips is too much and I touch her.

She inhales life and exhales love, I try to collect as much as I can before claimed by spirits in need of a fix.

If she knew how much I loved her at this very moment, sleep would lose it’s grip and I would be rewarded with her smile.

Many mornings have come and gone with me watching her and wanting her and feeling her and loving her. She is my heart-shaped box full of no more loneliness.

The outline of her body is faint under sheet, but have left a deep impression on my masculine essence.

I fill the air with my love for her, so when her sleep is concluded she is draped in an honest and emotional shelter.

I focus on this flower of mine as her eyes begin to open and she is drenched by all the love I have for her.

She smiles and whispers to me………………………..good morning.


This could be Our Chasity

29 Nov

One of the best movies I’ve seen.

Chasity, a short story……….I think PART II

18 Nov


After years of being brutalized and sterilized by the new laws and the government, Black people seem to only be strengthened. The newborns were growing and coming into there own. One newborn in particular had shone above the rest. She was named after the very laws that were put in place to keep her from even being born. She is our Chasity and shes the beautiful little girl in the header. It was taken not long after her birth. She was god in the flesh and her presence was powerful and oozed easiness, peace and new Blackness. She didn’t speak much and didn’t even seek out to lead anyone. She was just the one and it had to be a female(s) that fixed this mess. The universe is female as we found out later, but it wouldn’t matter if the universe that brings us everything didn’t have a male companion. Chasity was more than special. Chasity was, well, Our Chasity, sent by the watchers of this world to make things right. She loved her people and they in turned loved her and treated her like the Empress she was to become.

The government still kept an iron fist on Black people and would continue to do so. It had come out–through the grapevine–that it was melanin that the government was looking to control and not just Black people.
Let go back a few years to understand why it was the controlling of melanin that would turn out to be their ultimate goal.
It seems that a group of archaeologist on a dig on one of the remote islands of the Seychelles were looking for evidence of ancient civilizations. Why the Seychelles though? We may never know why they went there, but it turns out they did find something, but it’s wasn’t what they or there handlers were looking for. They came across what was an ancient space craft or thought to be . It was huge and buried deep. They estimated it was the size of a 10 story apartment building and that it had to be at least 1 to 2 million years old. Upon entry into this craft they were amazed by the sheer size of this thing. It had once held a vast population of people and had several rooms for crew and passengers. Foodstuffs and other items where found as well. A vast collection of photos in the forms of holographic projections, art, music and other items that are not of this Earth. The most shocking thing about all the finds were the photos of the people themselves. They were a Black people, not just Black, but crystal black. Much like the Dinka of the Sudan. Why were all these things, seemly important, left behind? Were they left behind? There were several huge gold colored or gold discs that were found in protective cases. The cases were made of an unfamiliar metal and had hieroglyphic like symbols etched into them. They never figured out how to open these cases, but could clearly see the disc through little openings in front of each case. These discs however important were soon forgotten, but not because they couldn’t open the cases, but because the scientist were made to forget.
After the government got the report about this most amazing find, they put in motion attempts to hide it. It was never to get out and in fact buried. Strangely enough all the participating scientist died of “natural” causes or just disappeared. Now the question is: where are these space farers now and what happened to all the material that was taken from the craft? It’s thought that they are the people of the Earth now, not just the Black people, but all people. As we well know Black is composed of all colors, therefore it’s highly likely that other races could spawn from one master race. The out of Afrika theory could very well be true as the closest and largest landmass to the Seychelles is Afrika. If a people landed on an island, a lack of resources would make them seek more fertile ground from which to spread out. That’s my thinking anyway.
The government had concluded that this information was of the utmost importance, the ship, the art, the discs, all of it. There is however one thing that the government scientist did continue to study, but that was even before the ship was found. That thing is melanin and the photos of the beings found on the ship made this study even more important. Research had almost concluded that melanin was indeed a key to what was going on with the Black people on Earth right now. Something else happened at the same time as the Black babies were born and the sudden transformation of Black people, the sun began to act up. There were major eruptions of X-class solar flares with intermittent M-class solar flares and this had never been observed before. Was that the trigger? Was that our bell tolling? Was it the end or the beginning?
One other thing that scientist connected to the melanin studies and sun’s strange activity was the pineal gland. It was thought that all three worked in conjunction, but that information never made it out of the labs. It is speculated that the government was looking to synthesize melanin and inject it into the white population minus the color component of course. How would they make this work and have it not turn out to be some kind of Frankenstein monster was beyond me. But white folk have this god complex so……..
Chasity was really an amazing being. Nothing about her suggested anything negative and the Earth bowed when she would come around. She never wore shoes or anything thing heavier than a t-shirt and pants. She stood about 4 feet 7 inches and her skin was the color of warm cinnamon and those eyes…..those eyes just like when she was born, pulled in everything. They were as deep as the deepest ocean and as Black the night sky. She had a scent about her as well. There are no words to describe this scent, but I’ll will say the way she smelled would make you remember the best times in your past and her scent would linger long after she left an area. It was comforting to the people and it made them feel like she was always with them and she was. Nature did not apply to her, it moved out of her way. She would meditate most of the day and some thought she was downloading important information to help usher in the new era. She didn’t really speak much and she didn’t have to, her smile said a million things and it would often overwhelm some of the elderly. When she did speak it was through that beautiful smile, she really loved Black people and her voice seemed like it was of two or three or four tones all at once. This was because it spoke to more than just a person’s ears, it spoke to the whole person on all levels. With a touch she could change hearts and she was always touching and hugging and kissing people. She was the most beautiful thing that ever walked this planet. I’m not talking about physical beauty alone, she was beautiful through and through. The kind of beauty that one sees in nature, like a sunset or even a sunrise. Her beauty hit you in the same place love hits you. So in essence I guess she was love incarnate.
When white people were around, she cutoff whatever it was that she had. When asked about this her answer was simple; they are not of us and mean us harm. This is not to be mistaken for hatred, for she could not hate as it wasn’t in her. She often spent time with individual families as this strengthened our collective bond. She did this in her community at first, but then started to visit difference cities. Our little Chasity was not a leader in that sense of what we know a leader to be, she was a bringer of life and light and upliftment. Her parents knew from day one that she did not belong to them, but to all of us and we needed her.
As Our Chasity–as she had become to be known–traveled more and more she got the attention of some government people. Let’s make no mistake here, any Black person would have gladly given up their life in order to see that Our Chastity would not be harmed and to make sure she continued to bring life to all of us, and I don’t think any person on this planet could have hurt her. She had gotten the attention of the government only because her name was often mentioned in casual conversations and she seemed to be everywhere. The government was also everywhere. No one who was not one of us could be trusted, plus the laws had made it so that we didn’t dare intermingle. So who was doing all this talking about Our Chasity? Did we have a some kind of agent amongst us? Well, when asked, Our Chasity said that we need not worry about the government nor any agents that may or may not be in our ranks. She reassured everyone that this thing was in motion and nothing could stop it, it was the way the universe seeks balance. With that, we heard a man crying in back of the room were the people had gathered. Our Chasity went to the back to see about this man and when she touch him, it all came out. It seems he was threatened into spying for the government, but he couldn’t go through with it and started feeding them false information. This is why they could never catch up to Our Chasity or the other newborns. He in effect was a double agent. Our Chasity told him to continue his work and she would make sure that no harm came to him or his children. She gave him a big smile and the change on his face was evident and he now had a new mission in life and that came from God in the first.
As the research continued and melanin was not giving up any secrets, the government got more desperate in it’s war on Black people. What had come down was just a bit more nasty than anything they had ever tried previously. They needed live specimens from which to test and the younger the better.
To be continue…………

Chasity, a short story……….I think. PART I

17 Nov





The year is 2050 and Amerika is a much different place. Government bureaucracies now employ most of the serfs. They no longer have paper money or much freedom. All pretenses have been dropped and we are now told the government truth as to what and who we are. New laws that have been passed in this our new society are draconian at best and creep into every aspect of life, public and private. No walking on the streets after 6:00 pm, you can wear no bright colors during working hours, as to stay uniform in appearance. The laws that most affected people are the chastity laws.

Let me step back for a moment and explain to you just how Amerika had changed.

After the election of the second mostly Black president in 2016 and followed was the election of the first openly homosexual Asian woman, white Amerikans felt like they had lost the country for sure. Not only that, but the white birth rate had fallen to almost zero. This caused white people to panic and they rallied like never before in the history of this country. In 2024 they came together and elected what was more or less a fascist president who would change the direction of the country more than any since the civil war or they called it “the war between the states”. This would be the last election and the last administration in this country.

After the election in 2024 the new laws came into effect. The first laws caught most by surprise, but were welcomed none the less by the white populace. Let me mention that the racial make-up in the country was now 49% white and rest where non-white, mostly Black as the Latinos had made a mass exodus in order to fight for Mexico. They had the Mexico/South Amerikan war that lasted for 20 years and decimated a large portion of Latinos. The rumor is that this war was stoked by the U.S. government for the sole purpose of getting rid of Mexicans, illegal and otherwise. They had a massive campaign telling the Mexicans how noble it would be to go back and fight for your country or some such thing.  Though a sizable number of Mexicans still remained in the states and we still had the problem of illegals trying to get over here.

Back to the new laws. It was now punishable by death for anyone caught with people outside ones own race. This was mostly meant white people caught with Black people and more to the point, white women caught with Black men, as the mulattoes were nearing 10% and sided with neither race. The only reason for fraternization was for work and business situations. White people were encouraged to procreate and were promised assistance from the government for every pure white child born, until that child reached 24 years of age and could then legally start its own family.

All immigration was stopped cold. Only people of European stock could even apply to enter the country and in fact, they were sent for under the guise of running and starting business, teaching at university, doctors and the like.

Our southern border now had a fence that reached 30 feet at its lowest point and up to 100 feet at its highest. Most of the people who lived in the border towns were employed by the government. It was an arm of the Border Patrol called Eagle Talon and they had license to kill anyone who got within 25 feet of the fence, on either side. Also, you had to be a of a certain ethnic make-up to even apply for this new department. Of course that was unspoken.

The chastity laws only effected non-whites in a negative way and was mostly directed at Black men, who had the power to get rid of white people without any blood shed. And have a “good time” doing it, if “it” is what you’re into. Now, here’s why they were called the chastity laws and by now I’m sure you’ve come to some conclusions.

But please allow me to fill you in on why the white people are now openly afraid of Black people. This is where the story get’s really good if only for a moment.

After the election of the second mostly Black president, but not because of, something happened to Black people collectively. It seemed Earth had moved into our part of the universe as a switch had been tripped and we changed almost overnight and some changed overnight. They all seemed to have been awaken to who they are, but not just who they are but what they are and what they need to be doing all at once. Some elders had mentioned that Nommos had returned to the Earth and set things back according to the Universal Laws of Beings. The Nommos are from the Dogon tradition and are the beings from off world that imparted information to the Dogon that scientist are still trying to figure out at this very second. Anyway, the change had led to some of the most incredible behavioral mutations in the Black people of this country. The first thing that was noticed was a pride in one’s self was evident. Black people seemed to glow now, almost. With that the diets changed which panicked a lot of businesses in the country, some went belly up in months after the change. Also, the way Black people smelled changed as well, it was a smell that seem to attract goodness. One white news reporter fashioned it this way: they have a scent that reminds one of cool air and peace and if they happened to be laughing the scent is enhanced and has an Earthy tone as well. She goes on to say, I almost couldn’t pull myself away. Black on Black violence was a distant memory and seemed insane in hindsight. The vile self-hatred had vanished and Black people walked on a thin sheet of air or so it seemed. A thirst for knowledge of who we are was insatiable and you could see lights on in houses all over Black neighborhoods all night long and it was people reading and teaching–24 hours a day people were absorbing information. That was until the internet started to be interrupted, but only in Black areas, strange that. This awakening lead to a lot of public schools closing for lack of students. People laugh at the garbage being taught to Black children and how could we have stood for this for so long? A lot of new schools started to pop up that catered to the new Black mindset.

Of course this did not go unnoticed by white people and their paranoia had been made real. Black people didn’t start to kill white people, they didn’t want to even to be around them. It was all about Black people and healing families. They were all family now and I mean really family. The biggest change that was noticed were the newborn Black babies. They were born with a bluish hue about them, their eyes were Black as pitch and seemed as deep as the universe. They just sucked in all around them, light could not escape these eyes. It can not be explained in words because the words are still being thought of and these newborns are gonna be the ones that bring these words to us. Some were born with full sets of teeth, but didn’t require much food and the only food they would accept was mothers milk, if her diet had been proper. Which is why the first thing to change were people’s diet. Some children could talk verbally within a few hours after birth and all could communicate through telepathy instantly, as they had been talking with their mothers even before birth. These children were growing up incredibly fast and were walking about in six months and less.

This is what our race was supposed to be before the meddling of unseen forces handicapped us.

The fascist government seeing what was going on and knowing that it was only a matter of years before these children would completely takeover, ordered no more births of Black babies would be allowed this country. That was far to late, the change couldn’t be stopped… all. The gears of change were in motion, but no one knew at that time.

The government knew that something had to be done with these children, but what? Since the children grew so fast, they could not determine which were newborns and which were not. This was not gonna be stopped. So in mad desperation the government started to round up all Black men and this aspect of the chastity laws became barbaric. All Black men and boys from the age of 15 on were sterilized, but not in a humane way, but in the most painful way they could come up with. Metal clips were slipped into the head of penis and pushed all the way down into the scrotum. Once in place, the clip would be expanded and cutoff the flow of seminal vesicle. After a while the body would start reject the foreign material and cause infection and nerve damage rendering the male completely sterile and a lot of cases all functions would be lost and penis useless. Thus the name, The Chastity Laws.

As I said before the change had already taken place and these children were coming of age.

to be continued……..

Phyllis Hyman: I Wish We knew How to Love Her.

15 Nov


This is my favorite picture of the late beautiful Ms. Phyllis Hyman. This is how she appeared at my freshman year homecoming when I was attending the waste of time people call college. This is also how she’s burned into the lexicon of my brain’s images catalog. She was tall and very sexy to a young man trying to work out the world on his “own” for the first time. I loved her dearly from that point forward. I didn’t know she suffering from what so many people that look like me suffer from. Bi-poplar, manic depression, chemical imbalance, plain ol’ depression you name it and it’s what we have. Some are able to pull it together for long enough patches to make a life of some sort. Others can’t and others still bailout early, the pain and deep, lightless, emptiness is an absolute soul killer and nothing on this planet is worth living for. The damaged brain is insurmountable and way to exhausting to counter, so we simply lay down and never get up. 

This is the story as reported by Ms. Hyman’s friend and manager Gelinda Garcia:

Walid and Richard have shared with me that many of you would like to know “Why Phyllis killed herself …”

This question has been asked of me time and time again. I always respond with the short answer, which is : only Phyllis *really* knows why she killed herself.

However, for those of you who may be able to relate to my *feelings* about what her motivations were, I will share my feelings with you…

First, let me start by saying that within two hours after Phyllis’ death, she visited me in my office. When I heard her laughing, I asked her the very question you have asked me — to which she responded “Because no one believed that I would.” I then asked her, “But, do you see all of the chaos and confusion that your death has created?” She said, “Handle it!” Then she giggled and left as suddenly as she arrived.

Phyllis had a philosophy about life, death and her body. Simply, she felt that because it was her life, it was also her death. Because it was her body, she had the right to do with it as she chose, including leaving it behind when she was ready to.

Although she was not a member of the Hemlock Society, she was very clear that suicide was indeed an option for those whose lives could not be managed successfully because there was just too much pain : emotionally, physically and spiritually.

About ten years ago, Phyllis was diagnosed as being “bi-polar”, a medical term for someone who suffers from the dis-ease of manic-depression. As she got older, her dis-ease became more and more difficult for her to manage. She elected not to use pharmaceutical medication. She elected to self medicate. Her self medication distorted her dis-ease more and more, until she felt helpless about ever being able to recover from it.

Phyllis was an extremely complex person. She had many, many layers to her personality. But, at the root of everything was her most basic need : love — to both give and receive love.

She could love in a very deep, deep way. She had the capacity to love so deeply that she would become empathic — meaning, that she was so sensitive that she could actually *feel* the feelings and the pain of others. Although she never considered herself to be *psychic* per se, her sensitivity was such that she experienced telepathy, pre-cognition and generally speaking, the paranormal environment in a way that did not allow her to be easily understood by others. As a consequence, she experienced frustration and oftentimes enormous agony when she knew that she *saw* something happening before it happened and no one would believe her.

When she *saw* distortions in the world, she would feel so much pain from these distortions that she could literally detach herself from everyone for days so that she could recover/heal from the experience. For example, when the Oklahoma bombings occurred, the death of the children, in particular, so disturbed her that she was out of commission for a week!

Phyllis’ pain was personal and global. She had carried it around with her since childhood, as do most of us.

It is important to note that she had attempted suicide twice before she actually committed suicide. Because she and I talked about suicide as an option to living a painful life, I was not surprised by her death. I was and am still very sorrowful that she actually made the decision to ascend June 30, 1995. I really miss her…

Stay in the Light and Love,

Some of my faves by the lady Ms. Phyllis Hyman:

Even After All….

13 Nov

This piece was inspired by the person you see in the photo below. His name is Finley Quaye and he happens to be one of my favorite artist and this song in particular has stood out to me for several years. The words and ideas for this piece I cannot take credit for because even after all, it’s just a continuation of this sign. The song is talking about a soldier still seeking his very own humanity even after all the murdering and nasty things of war. My take: even after all our oppression we still love them and will get up in the morning and love them so and so. Please listen to the song and take in the feel before reading the piece, it’ll set the stage and help you understand where I stand. Thank you so much my followers and readers, even after all, you still spend time with me here and I really appreciate it more than you know. 


Even after all, the slights and disrespect.

Even after all, the purse clutching and street crossing.

We love you so.

Even after all, the name calling and the spit in the face.

Even after all, the disappointment and the denial.

We love you so.

You know we love you so and so.

Even after all, the raping that went on.

Even after all, the bombings and the hangings.

We still love you so. We worship you on the cross, blonde locks flowing.

We love you so.

You know we love you so and so.

Even after all, the injected self-hate and polluted thoughts.

Even after all, the miseducation and being left out.

We love you so.

Even after all, the thief and that long ass boat ride.

Even after all, the disease and broken lives.

All that we believe, is you, you know we love you so.

You know we love you so and so.

Even after all, the jokes and the laughing.

Even after all, the brutality and false arrest.

We love you so.

Even after all, the brainwashing and the backhandedness.

Even after all, the empty words and the heads looking skyward.

We love you so.

You know we love so and so.

We just survive as people and ours souls are good and our souls are beautiful.

Even after all.

Lest We Forget

9 Nov


The balloons have all been popped, the confetti has long since settled, the check didn’t come last time and the check won’t come this time. Black faces with painted on smiles held out HOPE for CHANGE and ended up holding out their hands for change. Disappointment is easily forgotten through sweet speeches and amber waves of grain. The red, white and blue will never include Black, from sea to shining sea.

Lest we forget, this is the road often traveled that leads us to the road often traveled. We are so optimistic with a face that looks like ours own, until we don’t see that that face has never faced us…..except to chastise and patronize.

Oh, say can’t you see by the dawns early light, that we are alone here? We can stand on purple mountains and not see one that would defends us, helps us, calls us their own. Lest we forget, the White House is not the color of the house, but the status of the house. We simply clean it and keep it white.

Lest we forget, the rockets red glare are still sending death to people that look like us. Those bombs didn’t burst in air, but in homes of people, that look like you and I. That star spangled banner will not include Black nor will highest office in the land.

Lest we forget, we were dragged here for one reason and that reason still be the reason we are here. So wipe those grins off, stand up straight, look out for me, as I look out for you.

Before we get to proud of ourselves, lest we forget, when that paper was signed YOU and I were in the barn with the rest of the animals.