Harlem Inner City Blues: Random Thoughts
A Harlem Point Of View
He was already half in the bag when I tripped over him laying, spreaded out across the kitchen floor with a bottle of Brass Monkey wrapped in a brown paper bag sticking out his back pocket of his favorite faded blue jeans. (Come to think about it he only owned one pair). He was mumbling
The memories of a shameless lost that left a black eye and the remorseful pain that was felt is all I have which allow me to look back, discover the growth and remember a time I cherished the most. Sometimes, playing it smart may be the end of a new beginning before it starts. Shame & Remorse
I’ve left an open letter taped upon your door. I’m praying it finds you in good spirits, not thrown away onto the floor and ignored. The Choice Is Yours So, you’re grown now and nobody can tell you what to do. People can only suggest. You’re sweet like the scent of morning rain. People complement
Sometimes, maybe more than often many of our friends have nothing going for themselves and they tend to hold us back. Please keep in mind, you have the power to save your own life. Choose wisely. Life begins when one steps outside of their comfort zone. In this case, there’s no need to be a
As summer ends, the sign of winter is in the air as leaves fall and settle. The park is filled with fun mixed with laughter, children play, parents gossip and govern with a watchful eye sharing their tales as it unfolds. Last years Christmas gift left on a park bench, an image that depicts loneliness
(Ahem) The luxury of having The right tools at hand To complete the task I pray one will understand His airbrush cleaner Stain covered palettes Acrylic finish left On top of a box The empty landscape oil bottles Used right from the start He painted a perfect Picture that depicted A particular obsession The paint
Majestic and Mystic… Discover what I’ve found in the greatness of (Queen) Author E. Denise Billups. Glance over her shoulder and witness God’s gift to all of us. Tap into her soul, embrace her beautiful mind and life changing spirit. I See You Special people deserve all your attention and should be cherish for a
When God was a woman until she lost her way and gave birth to me. The Power of She Brutha’s theory postulated the notion all life sprang forth from a woman. There’s plenty of prove to his argument that God is a woman. This type of information was pasted down from generation to generation until
“Excuse me Sir. Please drop the candy bar and slowly back away from the small child”. Gluttonous Maximus: Who Ate My Chili? So you’re gonna let me vent right? Check this out. I can’t mention his name but maybe by chance you’ll figure it out but for now we’ll just call him “Tiny”. To tell
Some people are born to change the lives of others. Allan Brown was that man and he did it effortlessly. Allan Brown: You Are Loved If you ever met him you would never forget him. Big Al, a poised speaker whom walked softly and possessed a gentle surgeons touch. A deity holding a camera. A muse
This is fo the bitch azz muthaphucka that had the audacity to call the next nicca askin questions about a Brutha and their girl. Questions like. What you be callin fo? Why you be textin her, though? What’s goin on wit you and my girl? Listen up lil bitch, I’m only gonna say it once. Anytime you
His picture captured her attention but it was his words that obtained her arousal. Lady stood in the background deep within the shadows of the room finally mustering enough courage to let him know that the boom-boom effect exists. The Boom-Boom Effect On the 1st night she greeted him at the door wearing a wife
Harlem Inner City Blues: Random Thoughts 