Quick One....

".....welcome to my world....." --- again yours truly



Don't ask me what's good with the cd....I'm still working on it. The capricorn in me is telling me to make sure its worth a second and third listen. As a poet, I am bringing heat every day...know that I'm working and I'm on my game, nuff said.

Watching the game and missing her....yup I said it.

Top ten things that I'm liking now....

10. 2 New England teams doing their thing in the playoffs.
9. SPD doing some work for a change....
8. My Celtics letting Lebron know how overrated he really is.
7. Girl Scout Cookies
6. Working at Baystate, cause I don't know where I would be if I met her in Walmart
5. Obama
4. The Anti Bully Law passing.... RIP Pheobe and Carl
3. Buttercake
2. Dimples.
1. Honesty....

and I'm out.......

The SoD

Welcome Back Traveller....

"...don't call it a comeback, I been here for years....no really, I have...." --- Yours Truly



and I don't think I'm going anywhere anytime soon.



Lovetron....Stardate 20100503


While on liberty I took a visit to see the Queen of 7186...nomenclature unnecessary. On my trip I found myself zoning out to Toni Braxton's You Mean the World to Me. Don't ask why, but the spaceship has been on a real R&B kick lately. I been scripting words venting out my feelings and vicious rants upon the advice of the council of Nebular681 (sex therapist with a mean fetish for fashionista) checking in with the Earth...hey we got a Black President....according to statistics, the Black President didn't go over to well in the movies (well the 5th Element was a total comedy)....China, Iceland, and quite a few other places are jacked up...Chili needs a man now? Damn, like who knew? Pepa? damn who knew? Shoulda came to Lovetron.

Back to the visit. After 36 hours at the weapons depot I needed to release. I filled myself with Orange kool aid and Coke soda as I headed on my journey. Didn't know what to expect sitting with Her Majesty. Over the 36, I caught a blip of her as I needed fuel to carry through the workday. By today, I was empty, and this visit would bring me back to F. Her voice is soothing, yet her strength is her eyes...easy to get lost in and the world around you can turn to black in an instant. As quick as her eyes can get you, her temper ain't to be fucked with. I tread on still water when I'm around her sometimes. My mouth can add fuel to a fire, and if she burning, I might as well have a damn jheri curl. Her smile let me know things were cool and we sat down...talked, and then I fucked up....

I looked dead in her eyes.

Looked and before you know it my lips were on hers....

The darkness around us, the mist of rain on a humid day....her breath on my neck...

damn it feels good on Lovetron.

The Day of Rest.....

"......It's Sunday, why wash it now?" --- GMa



I went outside prior to work yesterday and took one look at my car then up in the air....I was hoping that living by a lake I would catch a glimpse of the lochness or a t-rex coming out of the mist to further convince myself I'm living in the stone age....

to no avail...so I looked at the sky again and back at my car. I shook my head "no bird could be that big"....I thought as I looked and stared at this damn near a foot in diameter splatter of shit on my car that seemed to drop from above. Maybe the teradachtyl does still exist....maybe it does just randomly drop gifts the size of volleyballs on black Mazda 6's. What made it more ill was that you can see how it hit my roof and seeped its way down my window and door....whatever it ate prior....its gone now....I'm sure that bird is flying like a mofo now....

I just gotta put more arm into this wash I'm doing.

Other than that....Mayweather beat Mosley....so much for the underdogs.

The celtics lose and it looks like it was unconvincing....we'll see game two.

all of a sudden I want some butter cake....looking to vacation in August....hoping that my connect across the water still has a flat with my name on it. (Hello London).....the knee is looking good....maybe play some basketball tomorrow....maybe perform....wait its gonna be monday.....wonder if I'm being thought about somewhere.....oh well


news at 11.....

The SoD.....

Are We There Yet???

".......yawn.....still saturday???........zzzzzzzz"



Today I slept for like forever. Work was ok last night but that hour between 3 and 4 is the worst in the am. I got up ready for anything. After talking to her* I just closed my eyes and smiled. Yeah, after this weekend there's something to smile about for monday. Sorry Garfield, but I'll take my monday with a smile....

it's tuesdays I don't like anyway.

With that said, I refused to call any LA Laker fan friends of mine because I don't need to hear them rant about how their team is unstoppable yet barely made it out the first round. Good job OKC....you'll see them again next year.

Not much to talk about considering I slept the day away....except maybe -----OH YEAH the fight is tonight.

Gotta work but still I predict that Mayweather loses. Only because that talking can really make people want to shut you up. Why not do that with several shots to the face right?! Now if only there wasn't a payperview for that....SIGN ME UP!

There's something to be said about the feeling you get when someone steps out of their way to do something nice for you for a change. Especially when you know the sincerity is genuine. Coming to a gun factory is hard for some, yet she got down for hers, all in the name of just being her....damn it don't get any better. :)

Don't look for emoticons in my blogs anymore...only the special get those....

Aight, gotta run....work to do, and another day to get through....whatever it takes to get to monday dig it?

The SoD

It's Me....Again....*This is not a test*

"...you have a way with words....."



So what I've been away....I know some of yall been checking me and you know what? I've been on Facebook doing what I should've been doing here. I been writing poetry. Performing my ass off. Working my ass off. Enjoying the fruits of my labor.....that's what its about right? Game done changed, done left the kids...went down....got up....now its blue collar work, say what you will but I've been doing it for a good minute now....don't mind the oil and love life and the paycheck.

Don't get me wrong....alot to get off my chest. Obama is the president, people these days wanna see him dead. Honestly theres a problem when you have cats out there really talking that kind of shit. Bothers me when someone can ask Bush about the "Secret Society" and get fucking tazered like an animal...I say kick in their door...maybe they'll shut the hell up then.

I have had the opportunity to look at some things on this site called masslive.com which I have to say for the city I live in....no matter how high the crime rate or whatever you want to believe....I really don't have a problem where I'm at........EXCEPT, the racist fucks who surround this town (ex. Longmeadow, East Longmeadow, Southwick, Agawam) which has this tendency to look down on our CITY as their TOWNS are so good as they say. Now don't get me wrong, we have our shootings, drugs, poverty, so on and so forth....but nothing is more fucked up than the assholes responsible for the shit who sit in their TOWNS and do nothing about it but let their CITY go down the tubes. Fair to say, I'm well educated, came from a good home...single parent and all....graduated on my first try, don't live off the state...no record....yet I still feel the bullshit when I'm just trying to play bingo at the KoC in Chicopee, ain't that a bitch? So to those 'people' who still think we living in the 40's....."look around you, a good look...integration is a real thing....live with it."

Also, I have gotten very sick of R&B....but love this song by Eleckrik Red called "So Good"...sounds like an old Prince track....yeah I dig that shit.

Big up to all my fellow poets out there...especially the CT and NY connection. Love yall and I support just as much as yall do even more dig it....(shit gas ain't cheap!!!) lol.

It's funny how life happens sometimes.....you wake up and have the day become better than yesterday...you go through the struggles...the pain....and then you feel it...somebody loves you...and its real....yeah I dig that...Damn....she's on my mind heavy...like a muthafucka....damn I want some cookies...yeah that's the only way...so far at least...she says I have a way with words...wonder where they'll get me this time.


I'm just jumping around here...but damn it feels good to have her in my corner still....me in hers...

real recognize real...

glad to feel...

alive..

The Gift and The Curse 1....

"Never said I was perfect...." - The SoD







Ok so I'm known to have a temper, that was something I said a long time ago, I also said that I don't like to argue or buy into unnecessary bullshit. That was also a long time ago. It is when these things are forgotten, and the buttons are pressed, that I find myself dealing with certain situations that call for my attention in ways that I don't feel the need to be involving myself in. People get hurt, and the extent of that pain comes from not remembering the fact that before there was what happened, there was what I said. I try to bite my tongue, but the lashing I'm getting has stretched my nerves way beyond it's max. My patience is short cause I'm former military with a keep it simple stupid mentality. I can listen with the best of em, but where is the reciprocal?

I write to escape, I perform to let loose. When I'm being myself, I open myself to those around me, take me in, inhale me dig it? All I can ask for is the same in return. Be real cause that's all you got with me, you are only as good as the muhfucka you present yourself as. You put yourself on a horse, then ride that shit. You don't put yourself up there like that? It's cool, just remember that when you get around people check the 'tude' at the door. I give everyone a fair shot until I'm crossed, then all bets are off. I tend to go after the ones who 'choose' to cross as opposed to those who just 'randomly' cross me. It hurts when people get to me that I remember hearing them say they got love for me. As much as I love VH1, there was a time where I saw New York get burnt quite a bit after asking and hearing if anyone got love for her.

You be surprised what the tv can teach you if you tune out the bullshit.

Back to this Gift and Curse thing. I am not perfect. I come flawed like everyone else on this earth. If I tell you my flaws and I'm still accepted, then I don't expect these flaws to be why we are no longer peoples. As far as I'm concerned, you knew from the beginning. If it was that important to be listened to, it should be as important enough to be remembered when it hits the fan. Makes it alot easier to do a job when you know what you are dealing with beforehand.

I'm all over the place and so is this post...onward and upward folks. Part 2 later.


The SoD

The Challenge...

"...smart money says he's gonna piss off alot of people on this one..." - KW*- Underboss


Nigga Challenge....

I challenge yall cats to some real shit. You vs. you.
The rules are simple and if you can overcome and complete this challenge there are a number of things waiting for you in the end...

if I told you then this challenge would never be followed through without cutting corners so I will leave this for you to figure out. Niggaz love prizes in the end, gives em something to fight for. We don't need that...niggaz please.

Now challenge number 1. For the equivalent of 1 week all pants (this includes, jeans, khakis, dickies, church/formal, shorts, etc.) will be worn at the waist with a belt that matches, covering all undergarments.

Number 2. For the same week refrain from using the word fuck for anything else other than receiving some type of unnecessary pain, or bad mail.

Number 3. Refer to all baby mothers by their first name.

Number 4. Go back to the ways of old and handle your problems with fists and wit as opposed to guns.

Number 5. Never knocking a hustle, if you are on the block and don't know how to generate 50K by yourself, you have no need to be on the block anymore. Also see number 4.

Number 6. Sentences that begin with 'word to mutha' will no longer be taken seriously even with 'I put that on everything' in the end.

Number 7. Call your mom/dad and tell her it wasn't her fault you made the decisions you made.

Number 8. Learn the legal system BEFORE trying to fuck it for everything it's worth.

Number 9. Swallow your bullshit pride. See number 4.

Number 10. Love yourself, before trying to love someone else.

and with that your reward is simple. Number 1 brings character, not some fucking loser that would rather follow the next dummy. 2. Adds personality to that character, you have just developed a vocabulary that extends farther than who the next bitch is and what muthafucka owes you money. 3. Is the jump start to being the man your family wanted you to be, calling your child's mother "BM" "Dat Bitch" "...oh her??" is and should be dead, I can only imagine how many fools are ready to flip when they aren't recognized by their name when they are being 'daddy' for an hour or so. 4. Should be recognized by all the dead homies cats pour liqour for every year. I rather would see a group talking more about who got hit more as opposed to how they 'can't' really talk about something they did cause they don't trust their own crew enough to not snitch. That's ass backwards, go back to fighting. 5. Brings forth common sense in a complex world. 6. Piggybacks 1 and 2, those aren't ways to prove a point, I don't care if you work at McDonalds or Bristol Street. 7. Step up, be a man/woman and actually recognize that they didn't put a gun to your head and say do the dumb shit you do. 8. Another prize of common sense!!! Look two for 1!!! 9. Once again, this is a challenge...reward coming soon... and 10. If you don't want her, don't lie to her. If you want to keep her, don't downgrade her. If you don't love you, you have no idea how to love someone else.

Your reward is a little bit of a change for the better, and you helped out the community without even trying. Some niggaz think this is easy the real challenge is....

trying to tell the next nigga.

The SoD