Like rains drops falling down I am hit every so often by flecks of my past.
Fleeting moments drenched in the emotions that built this person into some kind of being that strive to be human.
Little bare feet on dusty roads with wide eyes, ready hands and raw ambition.
Today for me is not good, my sick heart is aimless and my tear gun is cocked and loaded. The line I walk is threadlike and weak.
I turn my head for a new perspective, but my perspective goes unchanged or unnoticed.
I once played in the the park while people contemplated life and served me supervision. I made all things my playthings, my imagination was unreal.
I walk backwards in hopes that I will bump into my past, but it never happens and never it will. I must face this day and look forward to the next. I crave for my normal days and loath my meantime.
Yesterday I climbed trees where I was the king and challenged all comers. I roamed the woods in search of that evil witch I was told lived there. My pockets were filled with the tools of my trade: rocks, sticks and some string.
I have tried to kiss those days good bye but they refuse to leave me alone. They tap me on my shoulder and then hide. I have learned not to pay them much attention, they showoff you know.
Flecks of my past come down like rain and here I go again dreaming. I am soaked and I love it.
I thought this was one of the best ideas I’ve seen in a long while. With so much talk about growing one’s own food how easy is this. I had to bring it to you and let’s grow our own food and recycle at the same time. This is just very doable.
I really like this song as well:
I THINK I MIGHT BE GETTING TO A BETTER PLACE.
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As a long time gun owner this does my heart well, but I think he should not be messing around with the NRA. They’ll make him their little dancing monkey to be paraded around in front of white people and the rest of Amerika to show they aren’t racist. Like Amerika wants to see a bunch of well trained niggers with guns. Big Up Mr. Noir just watch yourself.
I was up the other night waiting for sleep to capture me and carry me away. In my waiting I flipped through some channels on the tv and I landed where I always land, on PBS. It seems that I was supposed to be up and flipping through channels as I ran into a documentary called, “Movin’ On Up: Curtis Mayfield & The Impressions”. I was not to sleep for a bit longer and that was cool with me.
The documentary was the normal fare of “when he started, to how it all ended”, I was familiar with the M.O. and it was welcomed as I wouldn’t have to do to much thinking. I enjoyed listening to the music and some I had never heard and other I haven’t heard in a long time. The one that hit me like stone was “We People Who Are Darker Than Blue”, I can’t ever remember hearing this song and I listen to hours of music everyday. I was floored by the words in the song because it’s what I had been trying to say for at least 30 years. The memories came back to me like they happened yesterday. I felt the same feelings and saw the same people. I was that little Black boy again and I was abused for being that little Black boy, again. The tired, dried out streets of Washington, D.C. were vivid in my mind. The corner store where I bought all my Now & Laters, Lemonheads, Alexander the Grapes, Boston Baked Bean, half smoked sausages, pop-sickles and the rest of it. The little girls where jumping rope and chanting cheers like “on the list”. Anybody that grew up in D.C. in the 70’s know what I’m talking about. I was again with the neighborhood boys looking for trouble in the alleys, but finding nothing but crazy dogs that loved to chase us over fences or on top of cars. Mr. Johnson from across the street was in his yard with the hose watering his grass. Some soft music was coming from somewhere, out of someone’s house as it always was. There was ALWAYS music playing in my world which is also known as our block. The old lady up the street was sitting on her porch swing with that same pleasant, peaceful look on her face as her husband push a manual lawn mower. I loved watching him cut the grass, those strange looking turning blades cut right through the grass as they rotated so fast as he pushed. The young couple a few houses down were washing their car in cutoff jeans and tank tops. My mother had just come back from the corner store with red skin bologna and sliced cheese. Those sandwiches had magic or something spread on them because I have never had one as good since. OH!! an orange Rock Creek Park soda, another D.C. thing.
But back to the song and I’ll put the lyrics here. I had always felt like a lesser person because of my skin tone. Not something that was generated in me, but introduced at a very young age. My skin was to me something to be ashamed of and I was. I also grew to not like lighter skinned Black people, I think it may have been jealousy but my young mind had no concept of jealousy. Now understand; in my world only Black people existed. I bet I could go months and never see another race of people and if you watch the clip all the way through you’ll see exactly how my life was growing up . It was normal to me and that was D.C. back then.
I won’t drag this out because…..well, because I don’t want to. And I’ll stop now as to not get to deep. It’s really about the song and here are the lyrics and a clip from the documentary:
WE PEOPLE WHO ARE DARKER THAN BLUE ARE WE GONNA STAND AROUND THIS TOWN AND LET WHAT OTHERS SAY COME TRUE WE’RE- JUST GOOD FOR NOTHING THEY ALL FIGURE A BOYISH GROWN UP SHIFTLESS JIGGER NOW WE CAN’T HARDLY STAND FOR THAT OR IS THAT REALLY WHERE IT’S AT WE PEOPLE WHO ARE DARKER THAN BLUE THIS AIN’T NO TIME FOR SEGREGATING I’M TALKING `BOUT BROWN AND YELLOW TOO HIGH YELLOW GAL CAN’T YOU TELL YOU’RE JUST THE SURFACE OF OUR DARK DEEP WELL IF YOUR MIND COULD REALLY SEE YOU’D KNOW YOUR COLOR SAME AS ME, PARDON ME BROTHER AS YOU STAND IN YOUR GLORY I KNOW YOU WON’T MIND IF I TELL THE WHOLE STORY GET YOURSELF TOGETHER, LEARN TO KNOW YOUR SIGN SHALL WE COMMIT OUR GENOCIDE BEFORE WE CHECK OUT OUR MIND I KNOW WE’VE ALL GOT PROBLEMS THAT’S WHY I’M HERE TO SAY KEEP PEACE WITH ME AND I WITH YOU LET ME LOVE IN MY OWN WAY NOW I KNOW WE HAVE GREAT RESPECT FOR THE SISTER, AND MOTHER IT’S EVEN BETTER YET BUT THERE’S THE JOKER IN THE STREET LOVING ONE BROTHER ANO KILLING THE OTHER WHEN THE TIME COMES AND WE ARE REALLY FREE THERE’LL BE NO BROTHERS LEFT YOU SEE WE PEOPLE WHO ARE DARKER THAN BLUE DON’T LET US HANG AROUND THIS TOWN AND LET WHAT OTHERS SAY COME TRUE WERE JUST GOOD FOR NOTHING THEY ALL FIGURE A BOYISH GROWN UP SHIFTLESS JIGGER NOW WE CAN’T HARDLY STAND FOR THAT OR IS THAT REALLY WHERE IT’S AT PARDON ME BROTHER, I KNOW WE’VE COME A LONG LONG WAY LET US STOP BEING SO SATISFIED
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