The Duel of Fates: Early Encounters

To be continued.....

Straight, No Chaser
TLT
8-29-2009
12:41am

Rain, Rain Go Away

"Raindrops will hide my teardrops"~David Ruffin

Can't nobody tell me that Jah doesn't have a sense of humor after a day like this. I mean he makes it rain all day, knowing what emotions that the rain will bring up, the blog topics brought back memories I'd thought I was over, it rained today, I got waaay to many pictures of days past, it rained today, against better judgment I logged onto Facebook, it rained today, I cooked a version of the meal I was supposed to cook for her, it rained and it rained.

Oh did I mention it rained?

The rain. It washes the earth, cools the earth, grows the trees and grass and all that stuff we learned in kindergarten. The rain. A romantic time when you can cuddle and the sounds of the water on the window offers a backdrop to romantic kisses, touches, conversations, giggles, all that. Have you ever made passionate love in the rain snarky mofo reading this?

So then you understand my mood today.

Before some snarky reader quips "Hey I thought you were over it" let me state that I never said I was over it. I think I said the pain was subsiding the mood swings were no longer swinging and basically it wasn't gonna send me to the hospital. But you know the fact of the matter is I do miss my friend, I do miss her, shit today I'm missing her.

The rain...voices...on the ocean...at night. Sweet Jesus.

I tried to take a nap, but of course the first thing I get: Lucid dreams. Jah ain't right.

But tonight I accept the memories and desires, I accept the truth in how I feel.

So, I'm bite a little bit and post some good ole love songs...I'm so sick of these. But they, the legends, can explain it better than I.



The Whispers Getting Louder-Jackie Wilson



Ain't No Sunshine-Bill Whithers




Hall and Oates-One on One



I Wish it would rain- The Temptations



Castles Made of Sand-Jimi Hendrix



Overjoyed-Stevie Wonder



AS-Stevie Wonder


Going to drink vodka...and reflect...on the vistas of my life..

Nite Blogspot.

Straight, NO Chaser
TLT
4-13-2009
10:38pm

A Commerical

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Black Love in the Rain
Remembering her kisses
Longing for her touch

Our embrace passionate
Two souls merging into one
Eyes meet with Intensity

Tasting her warm juices
Drops of Heaven on My tongue
Rising passions Now

Black Love in the Rain
Each lick more intense now
Thighs against My head

Black Love in the rain

Her scent tattooed on my mind
Longing for her touch

Black Love in the rain
Each Stroke Better
Eyes Locked Intensely

Holding her closer
Feeling the tightness of love
Senses on overload








Changing different styles
Each Better before
the other indeed

Black Love in the rain
drops against the skylight helps
us drift off into sleep

Black Love in the rain.












God Jah can be so friggin cruel

Straight No Chaser,
TLT
4-13-2009
10:15 AM

The Solider and the Gypsy

"Not The Greatest of Distance
Nor the Longest of Years Can Separate the Two
For They Passed They Test,
The Test of Seven Tears." ~L.S. Thomas

Its funny how I started writing this piece before Valentine's day, but never could find the words to complete it. It's crazy how many times I sat down to finish this tribute, but never got the words to flow.

Perhaps this is because as you once stated so comically and snarkly "You can't write unless you're mad or sad. Maybe I need to quit you so you can write again." Heh Irony. Gotta love Irony. Since that "lovelock down weekend", I've written incessantly. Actually I'm quite tired from all the writing. I welcome my upcoming hiatus from blogging with open arms.

However, before I leave I wanted to complete this task; to let you know why I refuse to yield, why I refuse to get accept the present as future and the past as done.

*sigh* No intellectual coyness. I refuse to give up because you are important not ONLY to me but to my suns, who see you as their mother as well. You are loved. You are a great friend.

In spite of our problems, you have often referred to what we have/had as beautiful. Even at its craziest you laid next to me and said "this shit is real."

I often think back to our first meeting, well what I can remember because of well...you know why and what I do remember is us smiling like crazy, talking about everything under the sun.

I shift to the many times we tried to connect, but nothing. I know I was battling with the challenge of death (my father) and you with the challenge of life (young sun). But we never forgot each other

We came back to the middle.

I remember us sitting in Borders laughing, exchanging one liners, talking, our first kiss. I remember the April we thought we were going to do it then walked away.

I remember your timely arrival at the end of last year, almost at the same time Obama made his ascent. How's that for change?

I look at all these signs and either I'm crazy or this is meant to be. Probably both.

Yes we've had adjustments and challenges. It was so simple but at times we both made it hard. Still...

I refuse to believe after one crazy visit and a week(end) of headaches, that is no longer the truth. I'm sorry. After years of "miscues" "close calls" and false prophets I now have discernment; I now understand the difference and what we had was real. Correction. What we have IS real.

You and I know this.

In your retrospection piece, you outlined a plan of action that was both practical and real. We just lacked morale and patience. It is my hope that during this time we will have gained both, in addition to discernment to make our dream come true. Well also acquisition of that final cord: Jah.

The Solider and The Gypsy represented our strongest qualities. For the longest time I was afraid of this truth within me, I was kinda jealous you embraced yours with such fervor. But it is the truth. I am a warrior, a warrior who fights for his beliefs, his family, his peace. You are a Gypsy, but not in the traditional sense. You seek peace, freedom, positivity while no less fighting for what you believe in.

People reading this will no doubt ask "Well if it was all that what happened?" Well snarky mofo reading this it was no doubt a matter of timing.

The Gypsy tired from other dynamics need to recharge, the Butterfly within needed to rest her wings and catch a moment. But she tried, to fly, tried to soar but.just.could.not.

The Solider, like all soldiers returning home from war, had a hard time adjusting. He lacked discernment when to fight and when to yield. He understood the Art of War, but did not study The Way of Peace. He didn't heed the words found at Proverbs 15:1, nor the words found at James 1:19-20. No, he still conducted himself as if he was on the front lines...which was sad as there was no battle in this environment.

So now we're at a place were both re centered, both are healing and catching our breaths. We are at a place where we can tweak a few things then return to the table.

The Solider once told the gypsy he didn't believe in fairy tales. He told her he only believed in what he saw and could control. But that was a lie; like her he believed in the endings of Love Jones, he craved happily ever after. But how can a solider whose seen only battle confess to dreaming happy dreams? The front lines didn't afford such pleasures often but verily I say to you he did dream.

Two people, Two Hearts, Two Souls, Two Minds hoping to be together until the end of time.

A love story written by the hands of Jah himself. Can the actors learn their lines and remember their parts?

Two people 1 heart, 1 soul 1 mind..can do this.

We have the same objectives. Remember what Malcolm X said about objectives and methodologies.

We have our steps. We have our tasks.

The Solider and The Gypsy. A true representation of Black Love. Every dynamic has these components. And please note the role of Solider and Gypsy is not gender specific.

Every Black Couple...

In the other is a representation of what we want, I want my sense of free spirit back; you the security and stability.

And we both want a happy ending.

So let's do what we have to do, following the steps we've outlined and make it so.

It will be alright, Lauryn Hill didn't lie.

Straight, No Chaser
TLT
4-11-2009
10:25am

The 2008 Awards

"The Jokes write themselves" ~Soror Sage

Before I announce the 2008 MVP, the one friend who stood above all the rest and helped me in ways no other could, I would like to send a few shout outs to the people and moment who made this year laughable, fucked up, interesting, etc. These are the highlights and low lights of 2008. Enjoy

Gayest Myspace Moment: (TIE) Terrance and Devin.

My brother Devin getting a message from some dude calling himself "Sexyboo". It worst than delicious, it worst than some random instant message, its just gay.

The other one goes to me, for adding random people for my game applications without checking profiles and discovering some of these doods were apart of National Homo Associations, advocating gay park sex and a bunch of other stuff. Indeed, I was totally shocked.

Kindest Act: Shannon Burns

After discovering my boy was giving my then Executive Assistant the Jim Dean, I was floored. His not giving a fuck and her betrayal really put me in a fucked up mood. Of course all of this went down 48hrs before my birthday. Without any plans and seemingly no one to talk to, a friend took me to dinner at 10:30pm just so I can have a birthday event.

Best Gift: The XBOX 360

As I said in an earlier blog, I was a broke ass in the early part of this year. Being Mr. Mom and having for a time no social life made me revert back to the primal stage. So I get the brilliant idea to buy me a next gen console for my birthday. But there was one small problem; I had a very limited income. So I went to several members of my online family and requested instead of the usual bottles of vodka they would usually send each person donate 50 dollars to my pay pal account. While most of my online fam scoffed at the notion, enough did put on so I could get my my Xbox360. I truly appreciated this.

Best Evening: (TIE: My Birthday, the Friday Night Ride and the Four Hour drinking session)

As I stated earlier my birthday was totally wrecked and I had planned on sitting in the house drinking and crying. However Baby Mama, lil Sister Janae, Brina D, and my boy Jarmelle all decided that was wack and put in to take me to Dave and Busters. The ensuing comedy, my Avon Barksdale impersonations and winning the shake maker made this a night to remember.

The Friday Night Ride and the Four Hour Drinking sessions are [CLASSIFIED: S3 or Emperor's Eyes Only]. Sorry bout that. Just know it won.

Biggest Flop: Baby Mama's sister.

She was supposed to come up here when baby mama's mother got sick and help out. When grandma (as the kids called her) died she was supposed to provide a stable backup and relief system for babymama. She was supposed to be a big sister. Instead she turned out to be the most negative, simple minded slack jawed yokel on the planet. From running the air 24-7, to sitting in the dark 24-7 and watching CSI, to sitting on my space 24-7 to eating 6 months of groceries in 4 hrs to running up the phone bills to one hundred thousand trillion she was just ugh. A kinder me would call her uncivilized and depressed. A less kind me would call her a sponge and a hobo. Guess which Terrance is typing this? Right. Fucking sponge

Most Perseverance: Baby Mama.

Anybody who loses both their Father and Mother in a span of six months, deal with the planning of memorial services, deal with a hardheaded baby daddy, and deal with a fucking sponge of a sister and endures a whole host of comedic characters wins this one hands down. She truly has not even had time to mourn her loses. She met each challenge well and I'm proud she is the mother of my children and a friend. Good shit Rhonda, good shit.

Best Vacation: (TIE: State of the Black World and The BMW Meet and Greet)

It was a wonderful experience visiting New Orleans, seeing the Aftermath of Hurricane Katrina, looking at the rebuilding and hanging out with Maisha and Dan. It was also a classic moment when we went to the National Obama Hater Convention that was the Tavis Smiley State of the Black Union Convention. I guess my time at OH and its intellectual strength spoiled me, because there was nothing of substance of value to be found there. I'm glad Dick Gregory checked them ape coons. For real. I'm even happier Obama won. Made all them haters look stupid. We see you. Hi Haters.

The Meet and Greet was a gift from a friend and I can tell you it was one for the record books. I swear to Black Jesus its one thing to get to know someone on the net, but to party with them in person, LAWD. I'm still dying to get back to that B Smith Sunday Brunch. What a day.

Best Professional Moment: Presenting at the National Council on Black Studies Conference.

That was a weekend to remember. My Emperor was honored, I went big time and we both got mad love. Its moments like that make me appreciate him and Black Studies

Biggest Regret: The Text Message.

A trial in both patience and arrogance. I am wondering if I will ever recover from that.

The Nigga I learned to Listen to: Andre C Russell.

He warned me. He told me. I didn't listen and got burned. You'd think with all the history we have, with him being my boy I'd listened Dre. But nooo. I'm the "Prime Minister" I'm "smarter" than everybody. No I was an ass. From the facebook and myspace status messages to leaving her alone he was right, and each time I didn't listen I shot myself in the foot. I'm a hard headed fucker. Now I need his help one mo' gin.

Fucking Nerd. I love him though.

I hope you've enjoyed a quick glance into my life. These were the times that make me, well me. By no means are they all of them, just a simple glance into what made this year special.

Year 33. An interesting time indeed.

Straight, No Chaser

TLT

12-28-2008

5:25pm