Some Of The Music/Lyrics I'm Feelin:

Mr.Robert Marley,Chuck D,James Brown,KRSOne,Rakim,A.Bam,Lady-Teena Marie,Cameo,Prince,Common,Too Short,Dorian Moor,E-40,IceCube,George Clinton,Bootsy Collins, Herbie Hancock,Michael Jackson,Miles Davis,Ella, Billie,Sarah,Sade,Aretha,
Marvin Gaye,Kid Creole and the Coconuts,B52s,Devo,Beastie boys,Nas,Snoop DizzLE,Suga Free,Isaac Hayes,LLCOOLJ,The Time,Larry Graham,SlickRick,Doug.E.Fresh,Biggie,2Pac,Ricky Lee Jones,Shabba Ranks,Count Basie,Louis Armstrong, Nirvana,Led Zepplin,David Byrne,The Police,Rush,Mudvayne,Primus


About Me:

Caramel coating, gentleman, funny than a beeeeeeeeeeep. I make the best of life. It takes a real man to admit when he is wrong and say "I'm sorry". So many of us don't know this and will never find our soulmate simply because they show no contrition. Have the respect to bless your family, friends, lovers, and haters, it can't hurt, and may lead you in the right direction on your path. Having a traveling spirit, I see many realms past this one in my dreams, and you really want to be nice to people here if there is any truth to what I've seen. Love is strong but as we know can't survive on it's own. It is but an active ingriedient needed to sustain our good natured side. When love is blended with trust, understanding, patience, communication, and time spent, oh my what a rush!
I'm good people with love & respect in mind and NO DRAMA. The world is so unique and if we all show respect to Mother Earth we shall reap the reward of this blessed existence the creator has bestowed upon us all. Do not think for 1 second about how great YOU are, help others and see the good fortune you recieve. Good fortune isn't always measured by monetary gain, you could miss out on so much wishing and hoping for things you don't need, by the time you reach your goal you forget what it was set for. Love, Love Love, but not in vain, be up to the task, and don't complain, when it calls your name, ya better try-to-be ready, cause it'll pass you up so fast, ya heart-wont-beat steady.





This is a sample of my inner soul all written by Me!



Apprentice At Bay


Every time I see your smile it proves Angels exist.
When you laugh I know just how they play.
When you leave it's scary like the very first kiss.
Since meeting I've become Cupids hopeful apprentice at bay.

I can't make time slow down but you control my internal clock.
So long I've waited for my turn and ponder how many more tick-tocks.

Patience is the best course of action while holding on for destiny.
Enraptured by her brown eyes she steals my breathe merely standing next to me.

If the best is yet to come I beg Goddess Oshun let it be this one coming.
Promise all the honesty you can handle I'm somewhere between delicate & bumbling.

Please release me from her cosmic twist if this Miss. is far away from real mystic bliss.

Suit your needs first and watch your wants follow.
It's hard enough not feeling your tormented like the ghost of Sleepy Hollow.

Guidance is underrated and many think they don't need it once they've so called 'made it'.
They're spiritually tainted.
I pray for those lost & struggling to sleep in the beds that they're making.

Indulgence of passionate perils overcome my thoughts as rose laden walls close in on my desire.
I've grown weary riding around with my pumpkin head in hand and eyes of flaming fire.

Whatever happens just know another suitor could never tailor your spirits fabric truer.
This stitch in time wont rob your dreams blind leaving you jaded and feeling like manure.

A pure gesture of innocence became intense, hence the romance of a lifetime rides the fence.

Both seem afraid or maybe just cautious because of past failed flings that ended rather raucous.

Judge not the future before those precious moments can actually evolve.
You lessen your chances of a safe landing after we all inevitably fall.

By breaking the chains of failure I've found out that success isn't always better just different.
Lessons learned from both sides of that coin relinquish knowledge leaving me jaded but also romantically gifted.

The movie looks great but I'd rather read her like a novel over and over and over again.
Shoulder to shoulder chest to chest heart to heart until the absolute very end.





Our Next Moves

Fearing obstacles that shouldn’t raise red flags postponing my potential as hesitation turns little drops into a big splash.

But I can swim in that vast ocean to taste the possibilities and all the future holds.
Treasure the time I have left and absorb all of Gods gifts as the script slowly unfolds.

Head high, eyes shift to the side wondering what I’ll perceive in that corner of my mind.

To stay focused is so hard for me to do when all of the thoughts in my brain lately revolve around you.
Because all I want to do is
Sip of your soul and
Dip my finger into the essence of what you do.

That couldn’t be found in any recipe on this planet, your existence in my heart feels so incredibly true.
Your divine presence smoothes these turbulent waters then muddies them again as I sink down hoping to rise anew.
As I emerge from within, your effervescence gleams bright allowing sight and the plot thickens this brew.

Revelation after revelation inspires steps to be taken without any hesitation.
It’s so funny that with you I’m always on time but everything else meets with procrastination.

Lessening the impression all others have on me when connecting with you on a subterranean level.
It’s the shallow water that I fear most as the deep comforts my natural resolve not to settle.

Surrendering before your regal loyalty as passion preludes our next moves

Shivers cascade through my body as thoughts of you tickle my mind.

I falter only long enough to see the sun shine as I lay silently alone in my room.

Slowly, so slowly I make my way through this mysterious maze wondering what will I find.



Stone Throwers

Verify the justification for a walk back down memory lane.
Shanghai the world to listen and/or read & acknowledge your every cheeky phrase.

Answers come slowly if the questions rendered are shadowed in cryptic riddles.
Dancers numb solely with stiff knees & reflections, and feet blistered, star crazed bitten as skills dwindle.

Given a chance to earn your trust I would always make you first.
This isn't about a quest for lust it's all about quenching loves thirst.

The shame is that some can’t see what’s plainly in front of their face.
I feel the undertow of bigotry guiding the ignorant sounds of hatred their voices make.

It is too common and predictable and they’re so easily convinced.
You can’t believe everything you hear and read in the present or past tense.

Lies are so readily available and we all have been wrongfully accused.
I’ve accepted guilt when it wasn’t mine to own and taken someone else’s abuse.

It happens in relationships between co-workers, lovers, friends and family on a daily basis.
Truths and lies told to us take on some of the most unusual an also familiar faces.

Feeling with your senses scrambled simply stimulates selective reasoning and preludes double- dealing.

Unfocused and unfettered is our right to be as Americans but my hopes are we’re striving to do better.

The right to feel, say, write what you want,
stay at home,
go to sleep or on a little jaunt.

Stand for this flag or choose to face ridicule and receive jeers at a sporting event.
If the freedom is ours at what cost does it come when individually expressing your right to represent?

Aging has a humbling effect on some who can’t reconcile with choices they’ve made on their life coarse.
Parading false effigies to disguise what’s really inside appearing to be kind and proficient in remorse.

Twiddle for longer than socially accepted and wait for the judgments to rain down in your direction.
It’s incongruously reminiscent of ye old witch burning, those stone throwers yearning for perfection.











Solitudes Thirst

It was such a lovely sound she sang as the morning sun showered vivacity over our bodies.
Providing the warmth missed from twilight until this waking dawn.
Our lips met with summer’s passionate sweat.
We lay side by side knowing not the next move to spawn.

The breathe we take escapes our chests; we ponder if they’d be heard with their seductive tones?
I sense her destiny is with someone else, but it’s me that would never leave her to be alone.
Cheated 1 time too many out of what was supposed to be a sure victory.
She weaved a web of charm and beauty casting a spell wrapped in mystery.

This vacant feeling in my heart has me in search of an eternal tenant.
I placate the gods of love in hopes that her presence in my soul is infinite.
I can tame the feral side of my lustful wiles, though urges growing within won’t calm for very long.
It’s drowning my ardor the advances she denies me, without the signs my heart still beats so strong.

I canvas our time apart as the exposé of novel pain supplies the artful elegance with Broadway flair.
Not with any unique resolve juxtapose, we transferred positive energy unlike any 2 forces can compare.

Alone I’ve funneled listlessly through this existence with bogus grandiosity as my internal chaperone.
Only now is this reality haunting me that I may live the time I’ve left all on my own.

Place my charred remnants inside the bottle of barren hopes never sought for rescue.
My chakra in shock as well planned this plot she performed flawlessly was no miscue.

Just as dreams of the lonely bring streams of tears that quench Solitudes thirst.
It’s the best that I can recall ever being treated by a woman, but also the very worst.










Face Culture

What a ride, packed liked sardines in a can,
never losing the soul, spirit, or fortitude
that defines us as the African Woman and African Man.
So long was the journey to a land unknown, the treatment unbearable and wicked to people who sat on thrones.
It was an arduous hopeless struggle that somehow brought
light to those who refused the gleam.
And evolved from a horrid nightmare to the most vivid
globally inspirational dream.
I am proud to be human but prouder still to have been born
of African descent.
As people with such a rich heritage I stand tall and expect
myself and others like me to positively represent.
More knowledge has been forgot than retained and for this we all are shamed, but it is not to late to correct this wrong an
reclaim what once was taught along with our real names.
Love yourself, love others, and love the Creator.
Now what we are teaching our young can hardly be called lessons, they watch us and learn how to cut corners, shoot guns and have weed smoking & sex sessions.
No win situation if it continues in this direction, and earth loses out the most, she already shows signs of bitter frustration.
The morbid side of this methodized mental lynching that still enraptures my brothers and sisters needs to end.
We are copied around the world, yet when we are not amongst others like us we are rarely allowed to blend.
Turn that over and let’s see the other side of that coins face, get around a group of us and your treated like anyone else in the place.
With respect, dignity, and after time spent, love too,
then there can be peace in the air that can be nurtured for future generations to use.





Rep Moms Womb

As a good boy should become a good man, this transition
can be a difficult journey to endure.
Constant threats of senseless violence as a youth, quickly wipes away the sweet innocence, true-heart, and feelings pure.
Level playing fields are very hard to come by,
as to be expected when there is resistance to balance.
Years can go by and some may never find their true talents.
No excuse for acts of incogitant behavior, a common mirror reflects all, save, don't enslave her.
Without a woman, we are half, even less of what we can potentially become.
We are always ready to represent are hometowns
but don't forget where you really came from.




Dying On the Vine

Heavy load on 1 person to make moves for many.
Optional thinkers consider nothing at length spending
all OUR pennies.
Truant of common sense they go on while good folk mourn.
MOTHERS feeling the pain from their hearts being torn.
The love for her son on 1 side,
the love of her country the other.
Seems so unfair after all is said and done and for what
price did this pain we uncover?
Homes broken in dispute over varied opinions,
parents buried in turmoil over a family decision.
Sent the fruits of our exquisite existence to hell,
and have them returned dead or with hearts like moldy lemons.
Cold truth is humble pie and so hard to swallow sometimes.
Old fools live long lives while OUR young heroines & heroes are dying on the vine





True Hearts

Leap before looking and speak before you think,
early your body and mind will begin to creak.
Should never be a struggle or hurt to say I love you.
Yet some so clueless to false feelings of infatuation
put pretenders above the heart true.
All the charm in the world without honesty will last no longer than ice cubes on a hot day.
Might find a few who'll listen to the sweet talk and not see the lies you truly display.
But in the end we all know it comes out in the wash,
clear as can be with a sparkling gloss.
Choose and be chosen but do so with caution,
live, love, and be loved with stress free emotion.