Melt the MIC's blog: "Poetry"

SEVENTY-FIVE YEARS Ladies and Gentlemen: We are gathered here to join in the celebration of the year… Most commonly marked by the presentation of diamonds. This by the way is what we wanted to do for you today; but thought that Ford, Chrysler or GM would do just as well. I guess in our wee little minds The only way that we can comprehend time Beyond that redundant tick, tick, ticky Of our classic Mickey… Mouse clock Is to reach for the oldest thing we think we see Because the wisdom of time is truly the greatest mystery It’s strange how most of the tie we don’t understand But wee too have seen it slip through our hands Leaving us with what could have been And remembrance of all those days when Yeah it was good way back then No doubts and I remembers for a dear old friend But this is now and the challenge of today Is to figure how As time keeps slipping away How do you remain so spry? And keep that delightful twinkle in your eye The pessimists would say you’re almost at the end And that these are the days of fading yen But, we know better don’t we. When else can you have this kind of party? Folks you haven’t seen in ages Bear witness as we toast one of our sages Yeah, these words may come from me But they are the expressions of your whole family A daughter and two sons Nephews, nieces and little ones Cousins, several grandchildren and even a great Wouldn’t we all be fortunate to endure the same fate? Quite a long time you’ve managed to stay alive Seems almost hard to conceive seventy-five We al thank you for the things you’ve done to enhance who we are And tonight we celebrate you! Because you’re our shining star!

I wish that time would move faster, so that all of my tomorrows would become yesterdays. And all I would have before me is brighter days. I wish… I wish I was free! Free as the wind on a hot summer afternoon But, no matter how long this lasts, I know I’ll be there soon I wish… I wish I could fly! Yes, I said fly, like the birds and the bees. Breeze through the trees. Until then I suffer from depression as if it were a fatal disease I wish… I wish I could run through open fields; pick dandelions and daffodils and, bask in the sun. Instead I praise God when each day is done. I wish… I wish that the things I saw were without flaw; and perfect in fashion and form. That way I might experience joy and not scorn. I wish… I wish that I had a thousand wishes; and all those wishes were covered in my baby’s sweet chocolate kisses. So that I could wish away these days that stink like fishes! I wish… I wish I didn’t receive dirty looks as a result of being labeled a crook. I have so many wishes they could fill a book. I wish… I wish that butters really could fly and those who point at my speck would remove the log from their own eye! Maybe then my mother wouldn’t have to cry. I wish… I wish that my days were not so sad and that my anger didn’t drive me mad. Maybe then I could regain the joy I once had. I wish… I wish black ropes hadn’t replaced white sheets. Because at least back then you knew it wasn’t safe to walk the streets. I wish… I wish all the house nigga’s was dead. Hell! Lop off dem heads! Let conscious men rise in their stead! I wish…

Stranger... Not!!! Just like me my words keep coming And, mystery woman you've got me... Hot!!! But you just keep me waiting... You say you want the same, so let me see Sexy... Drop your inhibitions Because... I know you get Juicy As a result of our conversations I promise the experience you won't forget Seduction... Is not the only use of my rhyme I am also skilled at other Communication You've experienced my dirty mind But really I'm a down to earth brotha Wanting... Not just sexxy azz black women But a special friend for some casual Dating Someone to chill with time and again Hopefully these feeling can be mutual

SLOWLY WE UNDRESS UNDER MY SMOOTH SLOW CARESS. I DONT WANT TO RUSH. I'VE GOT ALL NIGHT TO BRING YOU HAPPINESS. LET ME KISS YOU THERE AND MAKE YOU GIGGLE. THEN A SLOW LICK THERE TO MAKE YOUR HIPS. WIGGLE. AS THE INTENSITY BEGINS TO RISE, I SLOWLY NIBBLE UP AND DOWN YOUR THIGHS. DAMN GIRL I LOVE IT WHEN YOU MOAN. IN THAT DEEP GUTTERAL 'I NEED YOU' TONE. THERES NO NEED TO ASK WHY I LICK YOU SO GOOD. I'M JUST DOING THE THINGS THAT EVERY MAN SHOULD.

I know that some of you have come to enjoy and even expect my daily poetry postings. And, I in turn enjoy sharing a little of my creativity. But, this is not a prologue to a poem nor is there even a poem attached to this blog. This is just real talk. After all, this is an online ‘community1’ right. In some ways I may take that too literally; but, at the same time, think about it! We even have classes here on CT (Don’t think so? Then why do we have Fam., Friends and Fans (associates)). So with that said; here’s some real talk. I know that some of you have seen me online the past few days and I haven’t stopped by or said “hey”. Well, here’s what’s going on… Last week I applied for one of those “work from home things.” The body of the add spoke about doing ‘Data entry from home’… blah, blah, blah. So, I plunk down 97 bucks for the program and my ‘data entry’ job turns out to be a compilation of affiliate programs. “Oh brother”; I thought at first; and, immediately printed out the refund form. But then I thought about it spent the weekend (when I wasn’t at Super Bowl parties or watching the CAVS lose 3 in a row) doing some research. I concluded that, I have 60 days to apply for my refund; so, why not give it a go. Being a working man, with a budget too big for my income, I knew that spending the approximately $750 - $1000 that it would take to get me to the top of Google and Yahoo searches and a mass email and another $750 - $1500 for web site design was totally out of the question. So I dusted of my internet marketing text (Okay sure the internet has changed since ’99 but the basic principles are the same), and my HTML quick reference and started building my web site. Today is my 4th day on the task and, the more I play with it the more I add to it. I could have launched yesterday; but, this morning a brainstorm hit. What if I could take all that I already knew and add what my resent research had revealed and build my own Mega-Site with all the best stuff presented in an organized manner. So, if you see me online and I don’t speak, I’m not being rude. I’m probably just testing my page within the browser. As always Cherry love! Keep it Hot! Main Entry: com·mu·ni·ty Pronunciation: kə-ˈmyü-nə-tç Function: noun Inflected Form(s): plural -ties Usage: often attributive Etymology: Middle English comunete, from Anglo-French communité, from Latin communitat-, communitas, from communis Date: 14th century 1: a unified body of individuals: as a: state, commonwealth b: the people with common interests living in a particular area; broadly : the area itself c: an interacting population of various kinds of individuals (as species) in a common location d: a group of people with a common characteristic or interest living together within a larger society e: a group linked by a common policy f: a body of persons or nations having a common history or common social, economic, and political interests g: a body of persons of common and especially professional interests scattered through a larger society 2: society at large 3 a: joint ownership or participation b: common character : likeness c: social activity : fellowship d: a social state or condition

Yes, it is nice to meet you too Well I have been here a time or two What did you say? Oh, my name… my name is Ojekeme My gaze was of interest to you, that’s good to know You thought I was staring, naw baby that aint so I was just wondering if you would notice me today This is not the first time that I’ve thrown a glance your way See I’ve watched you from afar for some time And I’ve conjured up all kinds of images of us in my mind Baby all the freaky things I’d do If you would allow me just one night with you Yes, I know I have some hella nerve But you would too if you was checkin' them curves It’s just like damn baby you know what you got You’re like a Hot 97 summer jam, like nuclear hot Shit, baby I’ve made love to you so many times in my mind I’m surprised you can walk straight But don’t get offended boo, all I’m asking for is a date I’m just being honest after all, cuz’ you stepped to me, right? Yeah I’ve got an animal nature but who said anything bout tonight I’m just keeping it real baby; I aint shimmy, shake or dance You know just like I do, all these cats wanna get in yo’ pants I aint trying to be hard with this most awkward of starts ‘Cuz I wanna know your mind as well as yo’ southern parts This is my flava like it or leave it But aint none other gone be truer you best believe it

Through bloodshot eyes I peer out and see an unending pain The pain of men bound by manacles and chains Fastened together in the manners of beasts of burden Bound by yokes and reigns Because I walk with them I too feel their pain Victims in the continuing trade of slaves Locked into the oppression of mental and emotional caves A confinement perpetuated for years beyond their numbered days But sadly now it’s our own lust that binds us as slaves Hearts tainted and hopes of true freedom removed Like Stella we wonder aimlessly in search of our grooves Bleeding profusely from wounds no ointment soothes And it’s the children who truly suffer as a result of those removed Childhood smiles are replaced by anguished tears Asks of bravado are worn to mask young men’s fears While the indecencies of this system age them beyond their years And oceans of despair form from their families tears The things I see are mothers’ worst nightmares And they are not the only ones these horrors scare The pain of this vision leaves scars deeper than falls down project stairs And the very fiber of the family is the seam it tears Buildings made of concrete and steel Cause deep gashes that never heal By expressing my sight it is my hope that my pain you will feel Listen with your heart if you will? Because the things that I see just should not be I can open your eyes but you have to see Time may change but there are some that won’t ever be free Unfortunately this is my reality!

I got up this morning and wanted to talk. But things are not the same. For me to see you now, is going to take more than a 15-minute walk Or simply picking up the phone and calling your name. Things have changed a lot since you departed from this old earth Your grandson is still loaded with all that potential that I was given at birth. But life has thrown me a few curves And its stresses have worn on my nerves Some of the things I’ve done are tearing the family apart. But on august 28th I get a fresh start When you left me I cried like the infant you once held And I wondered how science with all its advances had failed To keep you here with me Since you left all I’ve known is misery. You never had a chance to see your first great grandchild And now I have another son as a result of being wild. I looked at the family picture today and I almost lost it when I didn’t see your face. I can remember when we would gather for Thanksgiving dinner at your place. Bobby comes to town more now that aunt Ernestine is gone And grandma planted some grass where Sampson had worn out the lawn. I got up this morning and just wanted to talk I wanted to tell you how much I miss you.