Fame and money
Does not prevent
Sometimes shame and a great athlete appearing to be phony
Or shall we say, not the best role model for our children
As disgraced athletes continue to prove
What with Michael Phelps now finding out what a night of serious party and groove
Can cost him
Or shall we say cause people to view him in a different light
One that is dim
Far from the esteemed level he was at in the summer while winning eight Olympic Gold Medals
But this is a world that has a lot of human error
Actually errors, so should Michael Phelps be made out like he’s some kind of terror?No
But he needs to be wise about how he acts and who he hangs out with in public
As it’s not about him smoking marijuana and enjoying every bit of it as a picture in British tabloid indicated
It’s about him just being smart, watching his back, realizing that while he’s human in body and soul
He’s not considered human by a lot of the world, especially young kids
Who idolize, who want to grow up and be as much like or close to like him as they do like that other Mike
Jordan, the ex-superstar basketball player, in case you’re wondering
Mike Baisden? Can he dribble, shoot or dunk?
Oh, I don’t know
But away from sports and just a note on general fame
Using Michael Baisden as an example …
Integrity must be maintained all the time, especially in the public eye
Because I’m sure there’s no way Michael Baisden would be caught doing something as stupid as Michael Phelps
Who’s now somewhat on the outs with the swimming community for as he stated, “regrettable behavior”
Though he probably didn’t think of it as so when he was lip-locked on that marijuana bong
However, there are things called acceptance of mistakes and apologies for them and the repairing of ones image
Which Phelps now needs to do
Because while he’s obviously not on the same classy level as Michael Baisden
Phelps is only 23 years old and can recapture himself
And who knows
With all the right moves in and out of the pool
Perhaps all the young kids he let down by showing himself to be a pot head.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Rising With God's Help
Another journey begins today
My mind slows so with inventive thoughts that I dare not keep at way
So I rise, each second, stars flashing, my heart racing
As I follow the hand that leads
The voice that encourages
God, of course
For I cannot take any journey without him
I cannot reach any mountain top without him
I cannot be the best that I possibly can be without him
So today as I journey
I’ll also be praying
Giving thanks, moving forward in my daily mission
To rise and keep in rising
As high as HE allows me.
My mind slows so with inventive thoughts that I dare not keep at way
So I rise, each second, stars flashing, my heart racing
As I follow the hand that leads
The voice that encourages
God, of course
For I cannot take any journey without him
I cannot reach any mountain top without him
I cannot be the best that I possibly can be without him
So today as I journey
I’ll also be praying
Giving thanks, moving forward in my daily mission
To rise and keep in rising
As high as HE allows me.
Friday, January 23, 2009
Perfect That Is Not
If ever there is perfection
Let me find it
Touch and see if luck comes my way.
If ever there is perfection
Please paint a picture
Because I have to see what it looks like.
If ever there is perfection
Is it actually in life
Upon a golden pond
Of which everyone could reflect.
If ever there is perfection
From whose frame does it rest
Because it’s certainly not mine
But what is perfection?
Has anyone ever seen?
Has anyone ever been
So perfect that red carpets are laid for your every walk?
Probably not
Because in life there’s no such thing as perfect.
Let me find it
Touch and see if luck comes my way.
If ever there is perfection
Please paint a picture
Because I have to see what it looks like.
If ever there is perfection
Is it actually in life
Upon a golden pond
Of which everyone could reflect.
If ever there is perfection
From whose frame does it rest
Because it’s certainly not mine
But what is perfection?
Has anyone ever seen?
Has anyone ever been
So perfect that red carpets are laid for your every walk?
Probably not
Because in life there’s no such thing as perfect.
Black Man's Greed
We die and our deaths,
While so tragic and weakening of the mind and soul
Of those we’ve left behind
Go analyzed as truths are sought.
Another black man, gone, buried beneath the soil,
Either now in heaven or hell,
A passage through the gate of one or the other
Depending on how one’s life was lived.
But we are dead, nonetheless,
No more battles to fight, triumphs to seek.
And from what incomprehensible cause, perhaps carelessness
Led to the expiration of another black man’s life.
Cancer, AIDS, alcoholism, diabetes?
But, while each is deadly, they are not the sole cause,
Even if diagnosis often says so.
Mirror, please. Shadows are about to come to light
As truths are unveiled
For it is greed, greed that never ends,
That has unconsciously damaged over time,
Ultimately killed the black mind, the black man,
Left the black race vulnerable, unknowingly susceptible
To more bad decisions, fatal crashes in our every day walk,
Our concepts, perceptions just misconstrued.
And why? For eventual darkness and burial?
Death that could have been prevented
Were it not for greed,
The greed to destroy our minds with drugs
The greed that arouses, creates relentless sexual drive
The greed to steal, fight, even senselessly kill
The greed to always want, want, want,
Maybe even gamble with money you don’t even have.
Damn, what about just giving?
Focusing on the non-material?
What about destroying that pipe, trashing those blunts,
Drinking water over vodka more often than not?
What about walking away from every woman who opens her legs,
’Cause what happens when one is stinky, doped up, basically a skeleton
walking about in the night?
What about being more considerate for other people’s property,
’Cause stealing another man’s car, his cash, heck, even his woman
Can’t cause nothing but pain, maybe even a bullet to the head.
What about keeping your dukes down and walking away from
confrontations?
Even the great Romans and heavyweight boxers have experienced the
bite of defeat, so a normal man is sure to fall,
Maybe to never rise and see sunlight again
As with the case with so many thugs, who kill and then are eventually
killed
Never ever having developed the understanding that black on black
crime only hurts black,
Demeans, punishes, shrinks.
Boom, boom, we need no more of, for the pistol has been long misused.
Just calculate the deaths, read over the obituaries.
There within lies far too traumatic tales,
Deaths that were over far too much greed
And as a result, greed that has been like a lethal virus
For the black man, black race has suffered
And will continue so unless we change, lifestyles, missions,
Love, share, and prosper more,
Be as black that only grows and not evaporates.
While so tragic and weakening of the mind and soul
Of those we’ve left behind
Go analyzed as truths are sought.
Another black man, gone, buried beneath the soil,
Either now in heaven or hell,
A passage through the gate of one or the other
Depending on how one’s life was lived.
But we are dead, nonetheless,
No more battles to fight, triumphs to seek.
And from what incomprehensible cause, perhaps carelessness
Led to the expiration of another black man’s life.
Cancer, AIDS, alcoholism, diabetes?
But, while each is deadly, they are not the sole cause,
Even if diagnosis often says so.
Mirror, please. Shadows are about to come to light
As truths are unveiled
For it is greed, greed that never ends,
That has unconsciously damaged over time,
Ultimately killed the black mind, the black man,
Left the black race vulnerable, unknowingly susceptible
To more bad decisions, fatal crashes in our every day walk,
Our concepts, perceptions just misconstrued.
And why? For eventual darkness and burial?
Death that could have been prevented
Were it not for greed,
The greed to destroy our minds with drugs
The greed that arouses, creates relentless sexual drive
The greed to steal, fight, even senselessly kill
The greed to always want, want, want,
Maybe even gamble with money you don’t even have.
Damn, what about just giving?
Focusing on the non-material?
What about destroying that pipe, trashing those blunts,
Drinking water over vodka more often than not?
What about walking away from every woman who opens her legs,
’Cause what happens when one is stinky, doped up, basically a skeleton
walking about in the night?
What about being more considerate for other people’s property,
’Cause stealing another man’s car, his cash, heck, even his woman
Can’t cause nothing but pain, maybe even a bullet to the head.
What about keeping your dukes down and walking away from
confrontations?
Even the great Romans and heavyweight boxers have experienced the
bite of defeat, so a normal man is sure to fall,
Maybe to never rise and see sunlight again
As with the case with so many thugs, who kill and then are eventually
killed
Never ever having developed the understanding that black on black
crime only hurts black,
Demeans, punishes, shrinks.
Boom, boom, we need no more of, for the pistol has been long misused.
Just calculate the deaths, read over the obituaries.
There within lies far too traumatic tales,
Deaths that were over far too much greed
And as a result, greed that has been like a lethal virus
For the black man, black race has suffered
And will continue so unless we change, lifestyles, missions,
Love, share, and prosper more,
Be as black that only grows and not evaporates.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Life's Extension
It all happened with force,
A sudden impact with another car and stars that flashed into the night,
My own, unfortunately.
Instantly dazed I became.
Oh no, oh no, what’s happened?
Oh, no, please no, not this, not again.
Oh no, my son, my son.
My heart was just racing, tears falling quickly.
Oh no, oh no, please tell me this isn’t so,
Not tonight, not tonight.
I was just out for a cruise
And now look at my new car,
Oh damn!
And then I realized, calm restored for a moment,
I’m alive! I’m alive! My son will see me again.
I’m all he’s got, a single dad,
Loving, responsible, doing the right thing,
Except for this moment, the winding down of a night out,
And here I am, the face of death having just passed me by.
It doesn’t matter who was right or wrong
Because there is blood and disorder all around,
The sound of sirens coming,
More flashing lights,
Doom and gloom that will continue,
Then I thought again, I’m alive!
I will walk away, bruised, but I will walk,
Emotionally recover, hopefully learn, yet another harsh lesson,
But why again, so late, so late at night,
So dark, so dark, my eyes are so clouded,
Fear, all fear of what will happen next,
But I’m alive, all body parts intact,
And my son, he won’t have to go fatherless.
He’ll see me when he wakes up,
Another day together, life continued.
Oh man, why didn’t I think of him before that last drink,
Before the buzz kicked in, before, before,
Yes, once again, death stared me in the face.
A sudden impact with another car and stars that flashed into the night,
My own, unfortunately.
Instantly dazed I became.
Oh no, oh no, what’s happened?
Oh, no, please no, not this, not again.
Oh no, my son, my son.
My heart was just racing, tears falling quickly.
Oh no, oh no, please tell me this isn’t so,
Not tonight, not tonight.
I was just out for a cruise
And now look at my new car,
Oh damn!
And then I realized, calm restored for a moment,
I’m alive! I’m alive! My son will see me again.
I’m all he’s got, a single dad,
Loving, responsible, doing the right thing,
Except for this moment, the winding down of a night out,
And here I am, the face of death having just passed me by.
It doesn’t matter who was right or wrong
Because there is blood and disorder all around,
The sound of sirens coming,
More flashing lights,
Doom and gloom that will continue,
Then I thought again, I’m alive!
I will walk away, bruised, but I will walk,
Emotionally recover, hopefully learn, yet another harsh lesson,
But why again, so late, so late at night,
So dark, so dark, my eyes are so clouded,
Fear, all fear of what will happen next,
But I’m alive, all body parts intact,
And my son, he won’t have to go fatherless.
He’ll see me when he wakes up,
Another day together, life continued.
Oh man, why didn’t I think of him before that last drink,
Before the buzz kicked in, before, before,
Yes, once again, death stared me in the face.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Pride restored, bigger hope created
Somebody asked what has Barack Obama really done
And without hesitation
I said back
That's it's not just that he's black
Far from it
But that he's instilled pride back in our country
Hope for better days
Juvenation from young to old
And a belief that our American system can work
If we all unite, believe, stay in peace
So, my answer, I hope not only satisfied this person of whom I do not know
But affirmed to us all that keep on dreaming, keep on hoping
For hope is very much alive
For all our dreams
Big or small can happen.
And without hesitation
I said back
That's it's not just that he's black
Far from it
But that he's instilled pride back in our country
Hope for better days
Juvenation from young to old
And a belief that our American system can work
If we all unite, believe, stay in peace
So, my answer, I hope not only satisfied this person of whom I do not know
But affirmed to us all that keep on dreaming, keep on hoping
For hope is very much alive
For all our dreams
Big or small can happen.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Maintaining Hope
I woke up today
A man with a clouded mind
Bruised soul
But hopeful that by nightfall joy of some sort will find me
For on days like this
The less rowdy and far too cloudy
All I can do is have hope
Of better hours to come
Of a mind that will eventually be clear
Of a soul that will be healed.
A man with a clouded mind
Bruised soul
But hopeful that by nightfall joy of some sort will find me
For on days like this
The less rowdy and far too cloudy
All I can do is have hope
Of better hours to come
Of a mind that will eventually be clear
Of a soul that will be healed.
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