Sunday, November 17, 2013

Bòfis to Bòpè

Papi,

There are a lot of things you used to tell me about being a husband before I asked your daughter to be my wife.
"Be patient..." "When emotions talk, it's not the person, it's the vulnerable thoughts of giving in to life."
Outspoken you are, everyone knows you always meant good.
I'm a couple of years in my own marriage, I know all about being misunderstood.
Different moods changing like different seasons, we've both shared.
I guess those are the times you told me to beware of tempers flared.
36 months and you still are missed.
Two Grandkids and 4 women, our loss has become an annual emotional tryst.
Your legacy of love will not go unnoticed as we pray that you continue to watch over us.
Thank God for the conversations we had, words of wisdom you shared, and qualities of a man you informed your daughter to attract.
We love you and celebrate your time in Heaven instead of the missed times of sorrow.
I will continue to protect your daughter since I took her hand in marriage I vow.

Bòfis Marcques

November 18, 2013

Monday, October 7, 2013

For the Love...Just Because!

Just feel like writing for the love of it.
No preconceived topics, no notepad and pen;
Just a my finger gliding across the touchscreen of my tablet.
This is just for practice. I doubt if I will publish.
Might even delete from my saved list.
I love writing and this is just for the love of it.
Take these words at face value.
With no metaphors, there is no need to sit and ponder of it.
Don't even read between the lines, just follow the pattern and share my love of it!
I just feel like writing...even when there is no point to it!

Arch1tekt™

Friday, October 4, 2013

Post - Racial Era

Will we ever, get to see a time and a place where our cultural identities are not socially categorized?
As I stop to ponder, I turn around to see, another case in point materialize.
"Brother, what did you do to deserve this?" I thought...
Then I remembered the gun to a watch, that Zimmerman brought!
The amount of cops in LA that Rodney fought!
And the destruction of Martin’s character, to kill a movement THEY sought!
 
Sure it's not out in the open with K9s and fire hose.
Ignorance is the difference between ignoring and not hearing, but I teach manners and morals, so my son knows...
Still I tell him they don't hear, but he realize they don't see.
Their eyes are closed. They never grew up being opposed.
 
New land, old money, new exploitations, same family tree.
Second class citizens in their minds. Two-fiths shy of the three.
Why do we keep our minds grounded ever since we were let free?
Child innocence with no hindrance.
He only sees what's right and wrong, and questions what should not be.
 
One generation's destruction will take the next generation's kids to correct.
Count out seeing a world with total equality go into effect.
We first might see Jesus and passed loved ones after they've resurrect.
 
African American President.
One step forward.
Government shut down.
Two with reoccurring steps backwards.

Never thought a Black Man would...
Not to say that he never could, but...
Hopefully, there is a metamorphosis of our minds.
To usher out a misunderstood, where we never...
Thought we would see, a world of a Post-Racial Era.
 
Arch1tekt™
 
 

Wednesday, October 2, 2013

Astigmatism

She said, "I think we need some time apart."
"Every time we talk, we argue, we're constantly growing apart."
"I tell you how I feel, no response from you, but I still ask what do you feel."
My expression-less face is all that's revealed.
She's right.  Could it be my sight?  We just don't see eye to eye on most nights.
We used to like the same music, bad jokes I told, she still laughed and was amused with...
She's such a hypocrite.  Am I to blame?  No pet names, no more sweetheart, now she just call me by name.
She says I'm narcissistic.  Everything I do is vain. 
Hurt me so much, I told her the same. 
"I'm sorry." I said.  She said, "All I want is change."
How do I make right what's not wrong?  Maybe when I realize I'm not right and still try to hold on.
That's a start, but I just can't see where it will finish.
Maybe I need to start talking.  Get more in touch with my emotions to lessen the division.
Wait!  Maybe its my vision.
Maybe its my ego causing a blurred love astigmatism.


Arch1tekt™


Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Permanant Expression

I express myself with needles that slide in and out the skin.
Pumping foreign liquids mixed with crimson shade within.
Pinch of pain, temporary numbness, I can reveal a new facade from the same.
No need to know the reason behind my strife;
Gaze your vision across the imperfections of my artistic life.
Close your eyes.
Feel my abrasions.
Inked out on skin are mathematical visual equations.
I am a tattoo.
Think twice before passing judgements;
What you've seen is not what you always knew.
 
Arch1tekt™
 

 

Monday, September 30, 2013

911

Remembrance is ideal, but my sentiments is to conceal.
How I feel?
The day I woke up, got in the shower, turned the TV on and got choked up.
Roommate and I from Jersey, six and a half hours and across the River...
Hit iconic symbols of greatness did two steel birds to deliver.
A blow to humanity.
The only phone working I passed along to preserve the flow of sanity.
Class as normal. Seats with empty bodies and elsewhere minds in turmoil.
I chose to skip my lectures just to console her.
One score...two decades, I was to celebrate.
Visual, spiritual, and physical destruction were these acts of hate.
Waterfront view was so serene and beautiful for some;
Now hazy, foggy, smell of death, and no calls to 9-11.
 
Arch1tekt™
 
 

Saturday, September 28, 2013

Untitled

I finally found it!  I've been searching for this one for a minute until I realized I posted it to facebook.  Something told me to check my notes.  I remember writing this, but I don't know how long ago.  If I had to guess, it was probably around '07.

I connect with the memories of fallen soldiers ;
As my rhythmic pace, hard and emotionless face mimics those broke and burdened by too much weight on too little shoulders.
With each expression of love...
I give sense and hope to my Brothers who grew up too soon in lack of...
A genius destroyed by lack of knowledge;
Which caused his actions to push him closer to that edge...
A breaking point...
The point at which his mind becomes awake, but unaware of how to get out.
It's too hard...
This is the life he... we chose;
Each hand to hand reimbursement was an exchange for another's sense and hope...
Broken down, rolled up, pulled... coughed... pulled... coughed... his future dying from his past. Another dream deferred, lit up and burned into smoke.
This is the life he... we chose.
A question never to be answered when it was never posed...
What if...?

Arch1tekt™



Black Girl Forced

I over heard the call to her older sister;
Gasp for air, said "Oh my God, this is going to be the Coldest Winter!"
De ja vu this was her in-law sister six years prior.
Stab in the back, slap in the face;
So many examples of what not to do, but she ignored with haste.
Inquired on the loss of her youthful innocence, and her sister warned against.
Now she is a Black Girl Forced to live a life sentence.
Enrolled in college, already got an advanced degree, trying to better herself, she just started what she cannot finish.
Blindly in love, or just bliss from her ignorance.
She got support all around, so she won't be lost.
Her cost? She's a Black Girl Forced to advert her destiny.

Arch1tekt™


Friday, September 27, 2013

Conversation with My Dad (Through the Eyes of My Son)

Me: " "
Son thinking: Italicized
Son talking: CAPS

"Alright Pop, it's me and you tomorrow, OK?!"
     I'll be glad just to sit on the couch and watch Rocky all day.
"What do you want to do?" "We can go to the park play basketball, do a couple of laps, go to the museum..."
     We can play the Wii game, watch some TV...
WHAT ABOUT THE STORE?  YOUR MONEY, BUY A TOY THAT'S NEW?! MAYBE WE CAN BUY MOMMY AND MADDIE SOMETHING AT THE MALL!
"Maybe, but we can't do everything, so we'd have to choose what we want to do."
WHY?
"Time is limited and we only have a few. So we have to choose something."
ANYTHING?
"Something!  Anything that will keep you/me entertaining, non aggravating, and won't make me wish I didn't give you the choice."
Hmmm
CAN WE GO TO THE MOVIES?  GET MC DONALD'S ?  GO TO THE STORE, GET A TOY, COME HOME, AND WATCH AN EPISODE OF THE VOICE?
"You are your Mother's Son. We'll see."
YES?
"Maybe"
YES?!
"Maybe, if you listen and prove those ears work to me."
YES!
I knew he would!  My Dad is the greatest!  Older version of me...ageless!
THANK YOU DADDY!
"Your welcome buddy."
OH YEAH! I'M GOING TO GET A TOY! WHERE'S MY WALLET AND MY MONEY? WE GOING TO PLAY BASKETBALL AT THE PARK WHILE IS SUNNY!
"Brush your teeth, say your prayers, get in the..."
I ALREADY DID!
"OK, get in bed!"
Thank you God, for my Daddy, for me being off from school tomorrow, and for my pillow pet that I lay down my head. Amen!
LOVE YOU DADDY!
"I love you too buddy! Goodnight!"
GOODNIGHT!
I can't wait for tomorrow!

Arch1tekt™


Thursday, September 26, 2013

Writing

I was asked why do I have a blog and write when I don't tell anyone that I even have a Blog. I was also asked why write and publish for yourself? I immediately thought of a piece from 2005. The name, so appropriately titled is Writing.

August 15, 2005 10:40 pm

Writing

Writing calms me down.
It's a mediator between my actions and my thoughts.
A plane above the rest where I can express my thoughts and sound out a frown.
Its sincere and unaffected by outside influence;
Although based on direct and indirect constipuents.
Its how a mute soul speak through a loud speaking pen;
Free from boundaries within.  

August 15, 2005 10:45pm

(M)uster (D)eath from (M)ethyl (A)mphetamine

Unlocking your mind to new possibilities?
Your inhibitions will dissolve in pores drowned by perspired salt seas while you heighten your senses to a new level of capabilities.
Let your fingers taste the surrounding textures as your nose sift through the visual affairs.
Feel each strand tug on your head as your hair move to the musical snares.
Fluid movements and fluttered brain wave lengths can cause a stutter and an non fictitious sense of strengths.
Starving your lungs while feeding your brain with euphoria...your forgetting to breath.
Involuntary is now a necessity.
Your mind is at ease, but this is not tranquility.
You've passed out and your heart racing with a definite number of beats.
Each slowing down with Death counting every second you didn't cheat.

Arch1tekt™

Friday, September 20, 2013

Unfinished Business

I need to focus on one thing at a time.  If only I could pause the world like Adam Sandler in that movie where he had a remote to control the world.  I would get so many things done. Take a look at some of the unfinished random "things" that goes through my mind in the inserted picture.  I still have more on  my computer and more on my tablet.  Maybe when I get a weekends off job, I can do more with my free time.  I'm sure everyone has said the same thing.  "If only I had 2 more hours to do what I want..." I guess I will just sick it up and finish as I do now, little at a time!

Friday, September 13, 2013

Patience to Grow


“Patience is a Virtue.”  We all know this because we have heard it many times.  What is Patience?  What is a Virtue?  Why is Patience a Virtue?  To understand the answers to those questions, lets understand where the phrase originated.
We live in a day and age where it’s the norm to throw out clichés.  “Everything will work out in due time.”  “Let go and let God.”  “Patience is a virtue.”  The problem with clichés is not that they may not be true, but that they are overly and improperly used more times than none.  A cliché is an expression, idea, or element of an artistic work which has become overused to the point of losing its original meaning, or effect, and even, to the point of being trite or irritating, especially when at some earlier time it was considered meaningful or novel.  So when clichés are used, the person receiving is not receptive to the true meaning.
One cliché heard throughout my life is the previously stated “Patience is a virtue”.  Like other phrases that have turned into clichés, this has derived from the Bible.  Patience is one of the fruits of the Holy Spirit, who guides our actions and path.  A virtue is a positive trait or quality deemed to be morally good and thus is valued as a foundation of principle and good moral being.  Personal virtues are characteristics valued as promoting collective and individual greatness. The opposite of virtue is vice.  Therefore Patience is a characteristic of the Holy Spirit, which also means Patience is a Virtue of the Spirit.

King James Version
Galatians 5:22-23 says, “ But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, temperance: against such there is no law. 
New International Version
Galatians 5:22-23 says, “But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law.
Amplified Version
Galatians 5:22-23 says, “But the fruit of the [Holy] Spirit [the work which His presence within accomplishes] is love, joy (gladness), peace, patience (an even temper, forbearance), kindness, goodness (benevolence), faithfulness, gentleness (meekness, humility), self-control (self-restraint, continence). Against such things there is no law (that can bring a charge].

This is neither about clichés nor the fact that many don’t know common phrases and sayings are derived from the Bible.  This is about Patience.  This is the same Patience David spoke about in Psalms.

New International Version
Psalm 37:7-9
Be still before the Lord and wait patiently for him; do not fret when people succeed in their ways, when they carry out their wicked schemes. Refrain from anger and turn from wrath; do not fret-it leads only to evil. For those who are evil will be destroyed, but those who hope in the Lord will inherit the land.

Before we dig into these verses, allow me to digress and share quite the fitting story.
With today's economy there is a steady increase of the margins from Poor to Upper Class.  In return, the Middle Class is being phased out and we are ending up with the Haves and Have Nots.  All across America we have seen households that could not afford Healthcare by either not working a full time job, or plainly not being able to afford the costs.  Many of us take this for granted because we tend to not have annual dentist appointments and physical and eye exams.  For many of us who seem healthy on the outside with no symptoms of health problems, it’s relatively easy to think we've wasted thousands of dollars on health insurance.  We've grown accustomed to thinking, it’s better to have it and not need it than not have it and need it.  What would happen if you were a part of the Poor Class?  What would happen if you were the head of your family, working overtime, and despite doing everything “right”, was only able to keep your family head above water long enough for the next pay check?  What would happen if a sudden unexpected life change occurred and you now find yourself utilizing the health insurance that you deem a waste of money to help with the cost of your child’s medical expenses?  What would happen when you find out that the health insurance was not willing to pay the total costs of the procedure that will save your child’s life?  This may seem like an unfortunate time of events, but it was the case for Michael, a child who needed a heart transplant.  What do you do?
Naturally, when you ask a Christian in church, they will say, “I would start praying.”  Ask that same person outside of church two days earlier, Friday evening, after a long day at work, one week after payday, and you might get a different response.  It’s something about a pay week that makes you feel good knowing that you are about to receive a deposit in your bank account.  It also allows you to temporarily forget all the bills that will be paid the following week, and want to purchase those couple of things you don’t need.  Now that you have money, you BMF (Blow Money Fast).  As I stated, what would happen if this was the week after you got paid?  You’ve already paid a couple of bills, spent money on those couple of items that you really don’t need and now you receive a letter stating the health insurance, which you was counting on paying the surgery costs, will no longer?
When placed into extreme situations, we will either spiritually push closer to God, or react from a physical cause and affect stance.  Children were never asked to be brought into this world, so as a Parent, we have an immediate notion to protect our children at all costs.  You ask any Parent if they would be willing to give their own life for their child and without thinking the natural consensus would be yes.  With all the unnecessary murders that occur in Chicago, Illinois, you would think organ donation would be higher.  Even if it is, the untimely circumstance of Michael, created a push in the opposite direction for Michael’s father.  As one could imagine, Michael’s father was overly patient on the outside, but frantic inside as he counted down the seconds, minutes, hours, and days Michael had left.
The problem Michael’s father faced was not that he was told there was nothing that could be done, but that he believed there was nothing else that could be done.  Point blank, without money, the Poor Class cannot pay for necessary amenities that are available to the Middle and Upper Classes.  Credit?  You need money to show good faith that you can in fact have the means to pay later what you are consciously not paying for upfront, or cannot pay for upfront.  Naturally, you would ask, why not call organizations, care providers, and even doctors to see what all can be done?  As the saying goes, “Time is money, and money can afford lots of time.”  No one does favors for someone who appears the favor can never be reciprocated at a later time.  Due to this, no one was even willing to hear this one of many thousands of problems concerning a healthcare procedure to save a life.  This was especially the case due to the fact that waiting lists allocate usable organs to persons at the top of the list.  As stated, money can afford lots of time, and if Michael’s father had money, a list would not be a problem.  Faced with a problem, as any parents do, Michael’s father tried to solve the problem rather than asking God for guidance and support.
As with most extreme circumstances, leaning on God as a first choice is easier said than done.  To have faith is something God requires of us.  This is because it’s so easy to believe and understand what our minds understand to be a natural order as opposed to believing that which we cannot understand.  When we have faith to trust that God will pull us through any circumstance we encounter, He will provide a peace of mind as we grow.
Trusting his own abilities and understanding the limitations of what he was told, Michael’s father attempted one last resort.  This resort was to commit suicide, and use his heart to save the life of his son.  As the trigger was pulled, which caused a reaction as a jump of nerves, there was a click with no bang.  For some reason, the safety was still on, which gave just enough time for Michael’s father to get enough nerve to attempt another pull of the trigger.  Just before one complete squeeze, Michael’s father got word that there was a match for a heart transplant.  Due to his lack of faith, Michael’s father was charged, went to jail, and as a result, missed important years of his son’s life.  If only he had faith that God would see them through, Michael’s father would have saw the unraveling of a perfect path God setup.  Solomon told us not to lean on our own understandings. 

New International Version
Proverbs 3:5
Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own undersanding;

When we do not trust in God we inadvertently veer off an established path for one we create.  If create as you go is better than planned, then the notion of a planned idea would be pointless.   If Michael’s father realized what is impossible for man is possible for God, he would have prayed as Paul said, without ceasing.

King James Version
1 Thessalonians 5:16-18
Rejoice evermore. Pray without ceasing. In everything give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.

If Michael’s father patiently waited for the matching donor to be available, Michael would have not only had a new heart, but he would have had his father next to him during his recovery.  The path Michael’s father created was different than the path God outlined thus making the journey much less ideal.  Even though God is merciful, He gave us free will to travel a path we create with our own understandings.

New International Version
Deuteronomy 4:31
For the Lord your God is a merciful God; he will not abandon or destroy you or forget the covenant with your forefathers, which he confirmed to them by oath.

It’s not enough to have faith. Faith needs action to confirm the believing.  If we simply have faith and act by trusting God has a solution we will grow with each situation we encounter.  As always these trials are designed to equip us with the necessary tools we need for the next trial, but if we divert from God’s path by acting on a way out of the circumstance, then we directly stunt our spiritual growth.  Trust in God, have faith that God has a plan, and have patience to see the path expose itself as you grow.

English Standard Version
James 2:14
What good is it, my brothers, if someone says he has faith but does not have works? Can that faith save him?


Friday, August 9, 2013

Informal Meeting at a Prospective Company

Mo I hate being late! No, really! I hate being late to anything! I hate running late and I hate not arriving early anywhere, which would not allow me to observe the scene. I like to absorb new surroundings with little affect on the natural order of things. I guess it just goes along with my laid back personality. I mean why rush? If you prepare ahead of time for what it is you are too be doing, then there would be able time for mishaps. Sometimes even in being the person I am, I overlook small "things" like my children. Forgetting they are little people, I forget they can wake up on the wrong side of the bed and drag along in the mornings because they didn't go right to sleep when they got into bed. Variables like children makes ETAs extremely hard to maintain. Rushing only increases the chance of making mistakes.
While rushing to Staples to print out resumes for this informal meeting at nine o'clock this morning, I saw that Staples was closed. Proceeding to the train station without looking where I was going, I got on the wrong train heading in the opposite direction. The next stop I got off and waited 7 minutes for the next train to take me back to my starting point, which was already 30 minutes later than I would have liked to stay the commute. Never the less, Google Navigation Beta told me, I would arrive around 9:05 AM. Seeing how the Green Line DMV Metro Train crosses paths with the Red Line on more than one stop, I took a chance on getting off my current train that I would have transferred to the Red Line at a later stop. Normally I would have taken it easy and did just what Google said, but the anxiety building with every minute passing assisted in the aid of not doing my norm. It paid off, the new path of travel saved me 7 minutes! Upon arriving at the Bethesda Metro Station, I also arrived at my point of interest. I can count on Google to tell me where to go, but I didn't count on the City of Bethesda having two 7500 buildings across the street from each other. Noticing a partial sign for the company, I took an educated guess that the other building, which was a bank, was not the building. Like many office buildings, there are many floors and many companies that occupy the building. Nice! I'm extremely analytical, I can simply look at the Directory Board and go to that floor. That is assuming, the intended company is not on multiple floors and does not have a similar name add another company in the same building! Great!  I Called my wife, who has been to the office, and who has spear headed the entire meeting. She was unsure, then I figured, why not call the person with whom I am meeting? After all the mishaps, I wish I could say I was on time, but I ended up being 2 minutes late, which is still driving me crazy nearly two hours later! God help and you all pray for me!

Friday, July 12, 2013

Luc

This was a quick piece while watching the Zimmerman Trial.  I don't have much explanation because I feel the direction unravels itself as it's read.  If there are any misunderstandings ask away!  Enjoy and adjust...your views and understandings!

My Father's son, I was His Morning.
I brought Him much pleasure, no question, I did what I was told even when I knew much better.
Or so I thought.
I deceived myself to think my unparalleled notions were omni;
Potent, presence or science, I didn't want to be like my Father, better I knew I could be;
My own lies, I was convinced, caused my Father to turn His back on me.
Fallen from His grace, I was no longer permitted;
Thrown into the world but I still insisted I need not His favor, nor His riches, not even be inside His gates.
My Father allowed me to do my own will as a test to prove He was right. 
I hit Him where He hurts the most, with the fraction of the image in His own sight.
 
I'm a talker, soul mate stalker, but every knows this;
Suave and slick-tongued, I convinced a housewife of a better pictured-perfect bliss.
Source of life, she was told better, but I excited her senses to what could be;
I redirected her attention, sweeping her from her Ground, haze over her eyes from Him she couldn't see.
Had her eating life's succulent fruit from its branches.
An affair in her mind, she succumb to her own hearted innocence without any chances.
Her stance was, I coaxed her, gave her a false sense of what life's hopes were.
She in return ropes him, then ashamedly told him.
Knew my Father would be angry, so they hid from Him and I proved my win.
 
That was just the Beginning, the Genesis to my opus.
I failed more times than I succeeded and my strife caused my revenge to want to be seceded.
It was His Job, but I tried the position.
A gradual increase with His permission, is my will to destroy good, all who are without christening.
Its not as hard as it once was to deceit, destroy and kill.
I was able to cause disbelief in my Father, even worshiped by some on their own free will.
My name is Luc, short for Lucifer.
Go ahead, don't believe in me.
As you were...your only way out came with frankincense and myrrh.
In the end there is no crying or no plea.  Only a lake of fire, eternal damnation along with me.

Arch1tekt™
 
 

Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Sam

As July 4th 2013 comes to an end, I'd figure, I would complete a piece I thought about last week. Happy Sam's Day to all! 

Conflicted and constricted from birth in the minds of his parents, Sam is a contradiction. 
He grew up with the best of both worlds, Fathers telling him to do as they say, not as they do, and Mothers omitting his bad behavior with tales of fiction.
Privileged because his parents learned from their parents, but had a semi-open mind for change;
Benefited from the advice given and driven to exponentially expound on the limits put on his abilities range. 
Sam was ahead of his time. 
A product of a multiculture with a mixed mind. 
Stuck in the middle while his Parents fought for future's time. 
Adjusted he did, Sam was able to adapt. 
He amended when he felt his Parent's views were out dated. 
Redefined the facts, created his own lane, and created a contagious notion of being hated. 
He was not that much different from his parents;
Sam is a product of closed minded adherence. 
He speaks with an arrogant tongue and could care less of another's view of his appearance. 
Never the less, he was feared by many who did not understand. 
He had forced a mental slavery that was preceeded by a physical;
Tried to push his theories on opposing minds, he attacked the lesser individual. 
Sam was the only child but did have step and half siblings.  
Considering, they each had children, Sam had many names. 
He was a Big Brother even The Man to some. 
Institutionalized other's lives but widely known for his greed. 
A family member true indeed, Sam was never invited, no family functions, no need. 
No wine, no dine, Sam was not a part of my family, no Uncle Sam of mine. 


Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Thoughts of Mediocricy

Educated, book-smart, 5-year degree graduated, but I have thoughts of mediocricy.
I never mind which way the wind blows, a trend flows from generation through class, but I still rock my chain to remind me I was once part of those I see.
Conceal the soft metal, but I want to swing it with every stride that I walk;
Knowing my ancestors wore similar with a lackluster and forced not to talk.
Complex - minded, I see answers to problems that do not exist.
Advanced Algebra, my XY is said to be predisposed, but my Sum is derived from the square root of His image.
Pause as I explain how anti-homophobic I am.
Prove my anti-slur rhetoric can persist amongst the four letter nouns and verbs spewing sewage.
I want to stunt just like the next man, but my ego gets a boost when the new foams I bought are styro, sparking an inquisitive son to be a pyro, winning him first place at the scientific fair.
My hair. Course, thick, wavy but touch not.
She said, "Take that wave cap off, it's a bit much." Knot tired, fitted over, this ain't no trend! This is how I picked her up, this is my lifestyle believed!
Five times each direction, the boars hair de-curls every forty-five degrees until a back at square one is achieved.
Then the poly-nylon is back at it, over covering my line up, suffocating my hair to continue to recreate the choppy sea.
I say to my son, "Nah don't do it like that, go like this, and they gonna flock to you like this."
Despite that, I raised him right, he wants to open a book, he wants to read and write.
He keeps me focused, grounded when I want to act like how I feel,
He mirrors my moves, mediocricy is not an option. My thoughts is how I feel and how I feel is what once was real.

Arch1tekt™

Saturday, June 22, 2013

Sounds of Arthur's Music

Close your eyes and visualize the ivory keys dancing in one chord.
Hear the trumpet singing in a falsetto wave.
The notes are in sync, composed by a genius envisioned on each stave.
With the clapping of each cymbal hand;
Shoe tapping and finger snapping are ignored by the bass as it hums after the plucking of each strand.
See the impromptu melodies appear on manuscript after each note whimsically flirt in a battuta.
Allow the pezzo to take it course as it see fit;
Sharp or short accent, tutti or limelight lit one in acapella, but please wait for the tacet.
Let your fingers air play arpeggios as the movements mimic the sound.
While Miles Davis and Horns circulating round as the record plays "Down".

Arch1tekt™

Saturday, June 1, 2013

Words

I was barely twelve months and she was introduced as years to my future.
Coos, grunts and cries, she was advanced beyond my capacity.
We started out with playdates combining lettered blocks and constructing a primary colored basic building structure.
We grew closer as I began to mimic the sounds of her names she solidified her place in my fantasy.

Bang was the first I called when I wanted to see her, but Ma wanted to teach me, tell me what I was doing wrong when she never answered my call.
I cried and got frustrated, but the connection is what pushed one foot before the other everytime I would fall.
It wasn't my fault I didn't know how to pronounce her name.
Matter of fact, it was cupid's mis-match mark and failure to aim.

The attention of others she began to crave.
Older gentleman, smoother, suave, and able to understand how she worked and behave.
The easy routes I chose later only satisfied temporary laspes of ignorance to entertain a fraction of what words was...
She was mulit-lingual and being courted by many facets of life.
Unfulfilled but with a light bulb of inspiration, I began to understand her strife.

I neglected her.
I chose to short sound her when I should have listened and adapted.
Emphasize and alter my tone instead of hood speech contracted.

Like two opposites, she was drawn to me, pen and a paper, I inked my plan.
Adding and subtracting, I learned how to unlock her derivative and stroke her ego with a cursive of my hand.

She started to come back around, picking up where we left off;
But with additional syllables, I caressed her Rs with the roll of my tounge, tasting every consonant and vowel from South to North.

Just like old times, she let me bring a friend to the mix.
Mixing and matching, we swinging meanings.  A love connection in the making, a constructed bliss.

She's happy as long as I can keep being creative.
Document our escapades, publish the non-explicit, and alter my speech to sound foreign or native.

I was built for this relationship, acquainted kinship, love affair.
Yo puedo passer mon styles quasi aurae of the air.
(I can (Spanish) switch up my (French) styles like the breeze (Latin) of the air. (English))

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Friday, May 31, 2013

Lust Jones

I've been writing a lot lately, but have not been publishing.  This is a  quick poem inspired by the recent watching of the oldie movie Love Jones.

I've got a lust and it's jonesing;
An overflowing faucet into my cup, but the knob is not turning.
Heart palpitations when I smell the scent of her Coco, but watch her Chanel her inner hood-walk as she catwalk.
Across my peripheral, she knows what she is doing as she notices my side-eye and sudden st st studder when I talk.
I swear this got to be a show, but I'm too busy trying to keep my mouth closed, afraid my saliva might stain my clothes.
She was created to keep me unproductive.
Clear is hazy and yet she's so seductive.
The way she sat on that chair and got up, I wished that was me, by the glance of her eye, she did that just for me.
Shiiiiiii she keep playing I'm gonna...keep watching!
Acting like I'm not watching so she can keep not showing, and force this lust to keep on growing.

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Sense To My Senses

She's like a physical orgasm in the flesh how her beauty makes love to my eyes.
Like aroma therapy for my nose;
Her pheromones are like magnets as they pull me close.
Her physical touch excites the neurons in my fingertips;
While shocking my taste buds with each kiss;
Against her neck, the goosebumps raised and her epidermis is infused with perfume against my lips.
Her voice resonate against my soul;
It smoothes rough edges and makes me whole.
I see, smell, touch, taste, and hear her in my mind.
She makes sense to my senses.
When my mind daydreams, my eyes see, nose smell, hands feel, mouth taste, and ears hear her each and every time.

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Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Intercourse of the Mind

Intercourse of the Mind

I have to be stimulated before I engage in anything invigorating;
Cause my mind to think…indulge in a little heavy pondering.
I want intercourse of the mind…

I need you to undress my mind, feel my emotions, and caress my thoughts.
I need intercourse of the mind…

Can you make me mentally bust;
From slow conversational thrusts?
Intercourse of the mind is what I lust…
I want to taste the moist adverbs coming from your wet lips;
Let the tips of these metaphors glide down the curves of your hips…
I just want to make love to your mind
Can we have intercourse…?

Starting with the mind?

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Monday, April 29, 2013

Untitled

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Man…I feel like I’m on a never ending high.
Like my first taste when I inhaled and exhaled it, not realizing even when I tried.
All it took was one pull and I was addicted.
Like an old habit, this new one is too good to get rid…I just don’t want to kick it.
Caught contact when the sweet aroma entered my nostrils…before my lips hugged it, lungs coughed it, and heart rapidly began to beat.
That was then…now it much worst.
Palms get sweaty at the thought and sight;
Lips get dry, throat gets parched, and things get light.
I need it everyday to calm my nerves and keep me sane;
Zone me out of everyday…swerve me off my one-track lane.
But it still gets worst…
I need it more than once a day;
When I wake up…before I eat and at the end of the day.
Told you I was hooked.
Curiosity got the best of me…I should have turned my back, but I instead I looked.
Its going to be my downfall…I’m burning money for a couple of minutes;
Limits…on something, that now defines what I am.
Who thought love could alter your mind and bring you on an all time high?
 
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Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Family Hiearchy

Conversing with others as I usually do on a wide variety of subjects to hear interesting point of views on different subjects, I somehow got on the topic of family.  I began to inform how the family is meant to be structured.  After stating the spouse is to be second in order of structure, I didn't get my point across in time before a conflicting opinion based on the notion of not putting anyone before the parent's child was introduced.  I began to ponder on this notion and how it relates to Western society marriages and relationships.  Could this misunderstanding be one reason why marriages fail?  One reason as we know is the mis-managing of money, but now I'm starting to believe another is a false understanding of the Family Hierarchy.
It's funny how God is the first to be thanked when things are going good, but why is it that He is last in our day to day activities?  Better yet, why is it that He is not first in our relationships?  As it was explained when I was younger, God is always first priority then yourself.  When you get married, God is still first priority, but now your spouse is second, then yourself.  When children are introduced, God is first, your spouse is second, you are third, and the children come afterwards. Please don't get caught up with the notion of order being the same as importance. It is not and will be explained later.
Before getting married, my wife and I went through mandatory Marriage Counseling sessions.  These sessions broke down the dynamics of marriage, as it relates to the individual members of the family, and the hierarchy of roles.  The principles were explained through Scripture reading by Pastors Kenneth and Queen Gibson of Ecclesia Ministries in Jersey City, NJ.  Within the Christian household, the following is the hierarchy:
1. God
2. Parents    
     - Father    
     - Mother
3. Children
Again, these principles do not suggest order of importance, but of structure within the family.  Western society and culture is deteriorating the fabric and fundamentals of the Biblical marriage by promoting selfish behavior and thinking.  This is evident as thinking about oneself goes against the Bible's teaching of serving one another.
 
Galatians 5:13-14 NIV
You, my brothers and sisters, were called to be free. But do not use your freedom to indulge the flesh ; rather, serve one another humbly in love. For the entire law is fulfilled in keeping this one command: “Love your neighbor as yourself.”
 
1 Peter 4:10 NIV
Each of you should use whatever gift you have received to serve others, as faithful stewards of God’s grace in its various forms.
 
During Biblical Days, it was customary for a servant or the host to serve the guest by washing their feet.  To humble oneself by kneeling down and washing the feet that touched the ground would still be considered one of the most self less forms of serving.  How many times have we said to our guests or have been told by a host, "The first time you visit, you are a guest."  This means, I will cater to what you need the very first time you come to my house, but any time you come back, you are on your own to get your own food, drinks, and act as if this is your house.  It sounds like a warm gesture of love, but it promotes acts of doing for oneself!  Jesus in fact washed the feet of His Disciples to show not one person is greater than the other, but that we should always be in a mind frame of helping and serving another.
 
John 13:12-17 NIV
When he had finished washing their feet, he put on his clothes and returned to his place. “Do you understand what I have done for you?” he asked them. “You call me ‘Teacher’ and ‘Lord,’ and rightly so, for that is what I am.  Now that I, your Lord and Teacher, have washed your feet, you also should wash one another’s feet.  I have set you an example that you should do as I have done for you.  Very truly I tell you, no servant is greater than his master, nor is a messenger greater than the one who sent him.  Now that you know these things, you will be blessed if you do them.
 
In trying to wrap my mind around why the Family Hierarchy and why it cannot be grasped so easily, I think question is it because more than half of relationships and marriages have had some sort of infidelity?  Infidelity, whether directly or indirectly affected, would cause one to loose faith in such an important fabric in our society.  Children, seeing how innocent and dependant they are definitely need nurturing, attention, and role models.  Keeping this in mind, shouldn't their first role models (parents) indirectly show them how important their future partner is in comparison to other relationships?  Again, I stress, children are not last of importance, but in a structural format.  Children do not need the latest toys, clothing, gadgets, and other things the Jones' have to be happy.  As a parent, I am obligated to ensure my children are fed, clothed, educated, and healthy.  Being happy is directly correlated to being healthy, and as I am obligated to ensure my children are healthy, they must be happy.  Click the following link to read additional information on the links of happiness and health.  Happiness Improves Health and Lengthens Life, Review Finds 
To fully understand why the spouse comes second to God in the Family Hierarchy is to understand what happens when a child meet a prospective mate.  The child will eventually leave the comfort and security of their family and home to unite and create a union/bond with another.  I pose the following question...
 
If a parent shift their secondary focus, which should be their spouse, with whom they share a bond, similarities, and passion for each other, to their child, then what happens when the child leaves the house to start a family of their own? 
 
Genesis 2:24 NIV
That is why a man leaves his father and mother and is united to his wife, and they become one flesh.
 
Do the parents all of a sudden pick up where they left off years later?  Can they pick up where they left off years later? 
With everything there is hierarchy.  Without it there is no structure.  What structure have you been provided in relationship to your own children, if you have any?  If it is very different from the Biblical structure, how does it affect every member?
 
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She Is...

Caramel Brown, like an Autum leaf found, is her satin-like skin.
She is...
Shaped like a 1979 Coka-Cola bottle.
She has...
Pillow soft spirals that she'll straighten depending on her groove;
She effortlessly turn beautiful to sexy to gorgeous depending on her move.
She is...
The middle of a Summer Night with a Fall breeze;
Slight whistle between the leaves of calm serene trees.
She...
Gives without taking and loves without faking.
Breathes my air because she takes mine away...
Cause me to gasp like an overdose relapse...
She is...
That moment when you wake up in the middle of the best dream ever, but is able to go back to sleep and pick up where you left off...
She was...
A time machine into my future when I first laid eyes on her rust riddled...almond brown eyes only to be softened by a temporary time elapsed burst of added skin color.
She is...
My life, my wife, my best friend, beginning and my end, my down and my ups...
And I wouldn't have it no other!
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She Is...
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Infidelity in Art...Brainwashing or Imitating?

Why is it that we are increasingly introduced to examples of infidelity on in the art form that encompass our lives?  Could this possibly be a reason why more than 50% of men and women have admitted to committing infidelity in a relationship, or why more than 65% of men and women stated they would have an affair if they knew they would never get caught? Infidelity Statistics  I wish I could say that I'm surprised at the results, but then again, I clearly see the level of thinking, which leads to the statistics.
Fact of the matter is, no one likes to have their partner commit some type of infidelity within their relationship.  While this is true, why then has the "side chick" become one that has garnered mass appeal?  Take for example the common hit new drama series Scandal.  As the name implies, it is short of anything less than scandalous.  The main character, played by Kerry Washington, has had a long time affair with the President of the United States.  Throughout the entire first season, I didn't want to give the show a chance.  Based on the synopsis, my mind was made up that I would not like the show without even seeing an episode.  Needless to say, after seeing countless amount of Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram posts and pictures about the show, I was curious to see if it lives up to its hype.  I must admit, the show is a good show from a story line point of view, but with all the twists and turns per episode, I consistently question whether it would be as intriguing if adultery was not apparent.  Why is it that so many are so openly rooting for a steamy sexual encounter by a married man and a single woman?
I've asked this question to a select few and their response has been, "Its only television!"  Is it?  As life imitates art, and art imitates life, is it safe to refer the show as only television?  I would surely say, it is about 50% of marriages walking around, but why are we accepting of it?  Are we accepting of it when it does not affect us directly?
Another example to think about is Love and Hip Hop Atlanta.  Stevie J is a cast member, which has tumultuous relationships with two other cast members.  One cast member is the mother of one of his children, and the other is an artist signed to his record company.  Again, it is startling how accepting it is of his actions by both of these women, but even more so by mass the audience.  Initially I thought everyone gravitated toward him because of his arrogance and pure ignorance, but people actually want to see him make a happy home out of an impractical situation.  As I think as I type, I now question whether or not we are being brainwashed into thinking infidelity is ok?
As I ponder on this for a moment, I think about my coworker who is in a relationship, but recently ran into what could have been an old fling.  To add an additional level of complexity and morality to things, said coworker is considering marriage with their significant other.  After running into the prospective old fling, my coworker made a conscious decision to commit infidelity because of the feeling whenever the prospective old fling was seen.  My coworker, like many individuals, would hate to hurt the feelings of their significant other.  I believe the longer we live in the present of our own selfish wants, we start to believe for a split second "its ok" until the act is over. 
As I informed my coworker, knowing you want to act on an impulse to do do wrong, do you then place yourself in a predicament to do wrong and hope you have the ability to get yourself out, or do not place yourself in the predicament at all?  Many would say the later, but again, why is it that we still do what we know is the wrong choice?  You tell me?

Friday, February 15, 2013

Love and Appreciation Day

Growing up as a child Valentine's Day was a specific day out of the year to show love and appreciation to everyone that makes an impact on your life.  Now it has evolved into a day in which a mass of participants, willingly or unwillingly, purchase insanely expensive gifts, over-priced cards and chocolates, and stuffed animals that has a shelf "life" (emphasis on life and the amount of time it spends on the shelf) of possibly one month. As an innocent child with innocent views on life,  I remember my Mother giving my older brother, younger sister, and I small gifts and saying, "Happy Valentine's Day."  This sub-conscious memory in time is what motivates conscious decisions to ensure my kids have an urge to show appreciation and love to the loved ones in their lives.  I find it more and more necessary to do this as an attempt to desensitize my kids from the following flaws surrounding love: the best way to show love and appreciation is to purchase, the misuse and misunderstanding of the word love, and the acts of showing appreciation and love should be expected only by women.  My only question is how do I do this with a 5 year old son and a 2 year old daughter?
 
I need to devise a plan that would teach my son and daughter how to appreciate and show gestures of love.  I'm a firm believer in practicing what I teach so this is going to be a hard feat to accomplish.  I'm no stranger to self-diagnosis.  I've spent hours on end posing who I am, why I act the way I do, and what effects my own upbringing have have on my children.  In all actuality this will force me to adapt to new ways appreciating and loving my own loved ones.  I'm not a cold-hearted person, I'm just desensitized by my own upbringing and flawed understanding like the masses of today.  Back to the game plan...  My children need to see me frequently showing appreciation and love to their mother (my wife).  Of course this needs to be on a regular basis so they see the efforts one performs for another they appreciate and/or love.
 
I wanted to have my son give my my wife and daughter a flower each and a card he made, but by the time I get home from work, he and my daughter is sleep.  I also wanted my daughter to give my son and wife something small like a piece of candy and a card.  No matter how I view it, fundamentals, morals, nurturing does begin at home!  I have a full year to prepare and show my kids how its done!  
 
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20130214 Love and Appreciation Day