Harlem Inner City Blues: Random Thoughts
A Harlem Point Of View
Girlfriend brought a whole new meaning to “We Sick” to the doctors office. When she sneezed it was I who caught the cold. Needless to say, I was left standing, freezing in the North Dakota wind holding the ole carrot from a memory of what could have been. As a child, I didn’t understand. Now I
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
Nothing great is achieved until you step outside your comfort zone. It was a painful and shameful experience being a four time loser. Her unsettling gesture of disapproval. The needless suffering of children… Another fatherless household. Years ago, while living in New York and thinking I was a man when in reality I was functioning like
Harlem Inner City Blues: Random Thoughts 