Harlem Inner City Blues: Random Thoughts
A Harlem Point Of View
The Meaning Of Life The meaning of life is to discover your gift. The purpose of life is to never keep it to yourself but to share your gift with the world. Your life should be filled with meaning and full of purpose which serves as inspiration for all that witness your blessing. Those that
The world has lost a great person… I know this to be true because I know her son, Todd Tucker aka T-Tizzle. Ms. Sharon, Thank You for your years of service. I thank you even more for giving birth to your son who shines so bright; a image of your reflection. Thank You Ms. Sharon
All acts of life begin with the imagination. The Author of Her Universe. Thoughts manifested into words which created a particular character, place and thing. Its actions became a habit or a way of life which unfolded onto itself and ultimately became it’s destiny. No Words Can Explain It’s Greatness. Behind The Imagination: Her Sacred Seat Behold our Creator’s work of art; the
Healing is revealing You went in with your heart all wide open with an understanding that love is on the other side of the fence. You then became frustrated, vulnerable and mad as hell. You hold wilted flowers in one hand and toss your Starbucks coffee onto the sidewalk with the other. You slowly walked through
Dear God What have you placed in my hands? Please help me understand why I am the way that I am. I have so much room for improvement. I’m in desperate need to have you close to me… Why am I a horrible father? Why was I a horrible husband? Why am I a poor
When she entered the main entrance lobby Brutha could smell her perfume before she walked into view. She hadn’t gotten around the corner before the hairs on the back of his neck stood on its end. The sound of her heels gently hitting across the marble floor revealed she was not a heavy chick, breaking
Family… There’s nothing in the world that can replace your love ones. Cherish this gift for it’s merely on loan to you. Realize the greatness and all that you have before it’s gone for good. Let’s call it “sweat equity”, time spent together. Grandpa holding his little girl reminded me of all the years that were missed. When
A simple chick knows her limits, but a wise woman knows she doesn’t have any. Honey Sweet Honey Sweet is a man’s dream. Everything that Brutha waited and prayed for. Sweetie’s Brooklyn backyard jungle gym is enormous and a beautiful sight to witness. Her connector simply provides a link, connecting and attracting her man, bringing
You’ve captured God and placed her inside of a bottle high upon a shelf out of reach and out of sight from others. The root is hidden in plain sight. People only view the tree. She is the most important factor; the main ingredient which is absent from your offering. You’ve burglarized and burnt down our
Boo Lovin Act 1 The scent of Egyptian Musk burns and fills the room. The sudsy water, the candles flicker as the bubbles danced. The vibration intensified Honey sounds became electric. (Oh, yes) Mommy’s stomach started contracting, Her legs spread open and began to shake. The first explosion erupted The magnificent and the beneficent unfold.
Doing The Most Brutha could remember the first day they met. Sistah’s face would light up, on sight. He was sure her panties had gotten wet. Without seeing him she could feel his presents, the magnetic pull the psychic connection; pulling her towards his direction. She had this sparkle in her eyes each and
Brutha pours some Moe-wezy into two champagne glasses. For the chaser he then places a bottle of Patreeze on the counter to ride shotgun. She snacks on a bowl of Hersey covered strawberries, as the steamed aroma of fresh butter garlic shrimp in the kitchen waits. Happy Birthday! As Teena Marie’s song “My Body’s Hungry”
Harlem Inner City Blues: Random Thoughts 