Thursday, October 20, 2011

Predecessors Woes

He was a good man, but She has a new man now, so She ignores him with silent silence, like She's punishing him for being a good man as if he was a bad man. But She's not punishing him, She just wants to be right about the new man so that She's not forever haunted by the choice of letting go a good man....

Saturday, October 8, 2011

The New Oath

As an oath of loyalty to the Heart and its greatest asset "Love," instead of reciting The Pledge of Allegiance every morning before class, children should have to place their hands over their little Heart's and recite Lauryn Hill's "Nothing Even Matters." 
 Loving habits is learned behavior so let's teach them early before they end up empty like the lot of us.

Thursday, October 6, 2011

No Words

She's so gorgeous that the word gorgeous itself is such a failed attempt to try and simplify that in which just can't be simplified because there's simply nothing simple about Her.

Monday, October 3, 2011

Mini Thoughts

Deaf Woman hears Her own voice for the first time. Now if we could only get the hearing-deaf to hear themselves yapping so that they can hear just how ridiculous they sound.

Saturday, October 1, 2011

The Wind In Me

‎....Yes you're right, I may be a little long winded, No I am, but try living without this breeze, then tell me how cool your stale air is.

Thursday, September 29, 2011

Mini Thoughts

....He stands before Her in the flesh, living, breathing and available to be felt, Yet She chooses not to see him, but chooses to see him as only Her invisible man.

Monday, September 26, 2011

I Mean I'm Just Saying....

Delayed as delayed can be, but this moment I had this past weekend must be shared. While lounging at a lounge I overheard this Chix say, and very loudly I must say, "Ugghh there are no cute people in here" so I leaned over and whispered to Her in my head "Maybe your eyes are just simply reflecting the ugly images of yourself.

Friday, September 16, 2011

Dear Woman

Dear Woman,
Yes!! I am free, no plans and No!! Despite what you've heard or encountered, Chivalry ain't dead, but the "Bull Shit" is; yours and mine, and under no circumstances will it ever be allowed here. So can you please leave yours in the past with all the rest of your baggage full of self-inflicted and not so self-inflicted bad choices, ridiculous requests of me and high ass expectations that not even you could fulfill if you were a man? Because I am way too busy over here downsizing and lightening up my own load. So with that said, you are more than welcome to board this flight of Love, joining me on a joyous journey through the tough and rough jungle of Beautiful relationship to that Happy Paradise, forever completing our lives. Signed with Care....Man

Monday, August 22, 2011

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

These Beaches....

These Beaches is too shallow. I need a tornado kind of tide to wave on in and clear the deeply printed footsteps that She's left sketched in my warm sand. And then I need the Sea to catch wind and show me that there's a great, big, huge ocean out there with a mermaid who's not too afraid to stick Her chest out and be confidently naked with emotion.
" I am a Champion, but sometimes only Olympic Pools knows who's Gold." 

Sunday, July 31, 2011

"War Of The Love's"

Thoughts of Her always invade his mind, even when he tries with Light-Saber thinking to fight the invasion. When She smiles it's brighter than the solar, but some nights She's just too damn full of Herself, like the moon. Selfish with Her space, She's a blonde when it comes to understanding the real science of relationship, "You can't be the only star in it." Still, In his scope She is out of this world, but in Her world he's just an Alien trying to make contact. This saga here is called, "War Of The Love's.

Friday, July 22, 2011

Quotes By Others That I Like

Ronisha Jessie

"If you're not being treated with Love and respect, check your price tag. Perhaps you have marked yourself down. It's YOU who tells people what you're worth by what you accept. Get off the clearance rack and get behind the glass where they keep the valuables! 
Bottom line: "Value yourself more!" 
If you don't, no one else will! 
Have a great day..." --Ronisha Jessie

Thursday, July 21, 2011

Back To The Future

I'm the old new me, I call it "Back To The Future." Name's not Michael though, but I am sly as a Fox and very McFly. No more trusting time, it's time to give fake characters the shakes, like my name's Harlem Parkinson. Been letting a lot of things slide, soft as pansy pie, but that's a wrap now and you can slate me on that. This ain't MLB so there's no need for three strikes, because in this sequel, like manure trucks I won't hesitate to shit on these Biff's.

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Treasure Hunt For Hate

Just like some people wake up to hate, some people wake up looking forward to the hate. Hate upon hate is like KFC's Double Down sandwich, "it ain't healthy for you." Try looking for Waldo or something, it helps the motor skills and is less stressful on the Heart.

Monday, July 18, 2011

Behind The Music: The Life Of Me

Facing my own music and the melody is really out of tune, but I'm still listening though and will continue to do so until I learn how to catch the beat from my soul to the soles of my feet, so that I one day can enjoy the Beautifully-Complicated sound blaring loud from my five by seven surround, later bragging to my offspring, "No!! I Am Real Music Youngsta."

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Miss Philpot: "The Story That Was Never Written"

She's human, to Her the Heart matters, like Dr. Bruce Banner, so when he makes Her madder by showing that She doesn't matter, She begins to steam and turn all green, like the Hulk when it comes to continuing caring about what he likes, and showing him that he matters. But to me She's no Monster, just a gentle giant who's kindness has weakened because of his creeping.

Thursday, June 30, 2011

Here's A Tip For Self:

Freedom isn't in the balance of my bank book, but in the tip of the Bic that rest between my two fingers tips. Let Freedom write on every paper top; lined, blank or pattern painted. Let freedom read tangibly so that it is more than just a dream that I am imagining. "Let Freedom Write."

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Miss Count Dracula: "That's Not Lipstick On Her Fangs"

....Well puncture him with your fangs then, because for once he would like to feel the thrill of what She feels when She sucks the Love out of one's life, pumping thru his veins, so that he too could be just as cold as Her. He lust to be the bad guy. Maybe then in the end, he wouldn't always have to end up as Her victim.

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

"I Admire You Love"

I must say, I truly admire Love's courage to keep trying to fill Hearts fatly because it can't be easy to keep Loving deeply one's whole entire life while having to deal with people always putting you down, blaming you for all their problems, miss using you and only using you on your birthday for instant gratification, calling you overrated, being told "Fuck You!!" every time they make the mistake of choosing the wrong mate. So on this day I say to you, "I Admire You Love."

Monday, June 27, 2011

BBM Love Affair

In that space between Like and Love he smells Her sex appeal and it's sweet. 5'3, but She's a giant to him. Coke to his nose, She has him constantly high, like he's Carlos Irwin Estevez. On a moody Monday he met Her in a chat room while fingering his phone in the bathroom and it was a meeting that changed his mood from June gloom to bright Valentine red, the color of Love and the primary they both favored as their favorite pigment. He sensed early on that he'd one day deserve Her call, but as long as he was down to earn Her call. Hypnotized by Her tone he anticipates Her ringtone, like some Pop Star's biggest fan dying to hear them sing their favorite song. But a fan of Hers he is and he vowes to wait outside the window of Her life; rain, sleet and even if Sahara decides to get snowed in, until She's ready to invite him in. Warm and cuddly in Her arms is where he wants to rest in. Deep and Passionate inside Her kitty is where he wants to play in, cleaning Her walls with repeated licks, his tongue has "OCD" and for Her satisfaction he is tidy. Happy with how the flow is flowing he begs, "please flood my world with your Beautiful storm. My appetite for your sweet peach is greedy so please feed me obesely."

Friday, June 17, 2011

Quotes Of The Me

"Not only do we have a bunch of chinks in our armor, there's a shit load of Bondo on our souls from us always trying to fix ourselves."

Thursday, June 16, 2011

A Question & A Guess

Stick my tongue out in the atmosphere so I can taste Her in the wind. Sweet, like bee hives, back in December O ten She stung me with Her sting and since then, I've been all swollen with emotion. In my dreams She's the box marked yes, but in reality She's still a question and a guess. Faith in the strength of my chest I remove my vest because in Her hands I believe my Heart is police protected. Strange things can be magnificent and She's my strange magnificent thing. Courting under the contract of, "Just go with the flow," well the flow is going and I Love the way the flow is flowing. She sets my world on fire as if it's the year 2k; the end of humanity, but it's not the end, it's a new beginning with happy ending?

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

The Missing Ballad

As the sun hides its light and the moon shines on the night, floating on a mattress of air he tosses and turns, and not because he's scared by demon nightmares, but because when he turns to feel Her near, She's not there. Hypnotized by the green in Her eyes, he remembers a time when he was just a green little guy trying to be a giant in Her life. His hands are cold and empty. He misses the comfort of Her care, breathing the sugary-almond silk scent of Her hair in his night's air; the midnight meshing of their bodies, forming a warm pair. Blind hands once feeling their way around Her skin now wander in the darkness aimlessly, searching desperately for Her touch. Feet cuddling, front to back, back to front, spooning and every other sensual sentiment has been misplaced, lost, suspended in that lonely space. Tired and emotionally fatigued from missing Her insomnia, he kneels in the place in which She last stood with a smile on Her face and prays for the morning to arrive early to wake him from his depress, instigated by the disappearance of his Darling. With no more buckets to fill with his moans and whines he closes his eyes and replays the memories of Her soft kisses and the tenderness of being in Her arms grip to rock his Heart gently to sleep. Blowing Her silhouette portrait an invisible kiss, he says and in his Luther voice, "A Bed is still a Bed, even when someone else is sleeping there, but this bed is not a bed unless that someone sleeping in it is You."

Sunday, June 12, 2011

A.D.I.D.A.S "All Day I Dream About She"

"He texted Her "Morning!!" Then She texted back, "Are you spying on me? How did you know that I just woke up?" And he replied, "Because the sky got a little more brighter and a lot less gloomy, so I figured it must have been you opening your eyes...."

Saturday, June 11, 2011

....Just A Little Something That Came To Mind

We're human and we do human things. We desire and thrive off of spontaneous and random actions for pure shock value; for ourselves and others. It simply feels amazingly good when we make someone else feel good, it's honest ego. And whether we're conscious of it or not, we are servants of one another and Love to serve. And we're real auto pilot with it at times. Shit, even the takers are servants, just to themselves.

Monday, June 6, 2011


‎"So if I became a crossing guard, would She then believe that I care about Her safety?"

Sunday, May 29, 2011

Quotes Of The Me

"Just felt my Heart tap against my chest, I guess it was just reminding me that it's in me."

Saturday, May 28, 2011

Pink Sugar

....So a while back, actually a time ago, I had the pleasure of smelling this sweet fragrance on the person of this really gorgeous and fashioned forward Woman as She darted by me in the terminal of Lambert. Her style was a cross between those Asian Women who aren't from the states, but who come to the states to do all their shopping, and a New York, Sex In The City-freak for fashion kind of Chic. In a rush, I assume, to catch a plane that She was tardy for, the breeze from Her speed allowed me to catch a whiff of Her potent scent. Faster than the Road Runner, before I knew it She was gone. And although She was no longer visible I could still sniff Her, She had marked the entire territory of my air. That scent stuck with me and years later I finally discovered its origin. One day last week, I was window shopping in the mall when I decided to step in Sephora to see if they carried a cologne that I had run out of and wanted to replace. And as I approached the counter to question the associate, my nose's memory instantly remembered and caught the scent, like a bloodhound chasing a crime. And In a hyper panic I asked, "Hey what's that I smell?" The gothy looking associate looked at me with one of those "are you frickin kidding me frown" Then said, "There are a million smells in here, which one?" I replied, "The one that was just sprayed." Now, just like it left it's potent impression on me years before, could it be that it wasn't just sprayed and was just that strong that it overwhelmed the store like it did me? Well, before I could even continue to doubt the moment anymore, from below the counter in Her black, laced gloved hand it was, "Pink Sugar." I smiled glad, like I found lost treasure. Just wished I had a worthy Woman who could wear it, so I could permission the associate to, "Just throw it in the bag."

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

It's Morning

It's morning and the sun is on his side. A place he dreams She'll one day occupy, by his side, fugitives for Love, shackled tight for the rest of their lives. He knuckles the coldness of past hurt from the corners of his eyes, where the tears once jumped down his cheeks committing a watery suicide, so that he can clearly see the promise between the parallels of their lives. He stretches his arms high, lightly scratching God's feet with the tips of his  nails, playfully thanking He or She for blessing Her with he. Now that wasn't a vain line, but like the two of them, it just rhymed, a perfect fit, like when they connect power lines, their bond is "electric!!" Yawning Her name as the blinds part wide, blaring a halo of light thru the window pane, She's the first sentence formulated when he awakes because She's the first thought on his brain so what else is there to say? But he wonders, will She age with him, like a fine Cab Sauvignon or will She just come and leave prematurely, like a teen making Love for the very first time, coming way to fast out the gate, like a pony in a race? It's morning and the sun is on his side........

Monday, May 23, 2011

She's Not A Riddle, But Is Her Love?

Upon Her emotions is where he wants to sit, resting heavy, like bullion bricks on paper fences. Blessed with a knack for attracting a bunch of Hungry Jacks because of how fluffy Her cakes are stacked, he reacts and attacks the opposite of Mack's. Always pressed with being his own kind of chef, uniquely weird, but with an old fashioned, compassionate taste for the sweeter things in life, and judging by Her flavor he knows that there's more to Her dish than just being hot. She has a Heart as big as that London clock and it chimes Love loud when Her little hand strikes twelve with his big hand. Rotating an earth size of feelings, strummed between their strings sing a pretty tune, like a ballerina music box. A sweet harmony that's candy to his ears, tasty, so he keeps craving for more. There's something in the cards so he wants to play the hand. Wedding band, boyfriend or bestfriend? Or could all three be in the plans? 
Questions and answers are soulmates, so together he hopes they guide him the right way.

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Happy Mother's Day Miss Paris

....So from your Passion for fashion, unbiased and forever support, delicious sardine tacos, extreme cleanliness, tough, but Loving words of wisdom, sensitive and hard character, to your Midwest hustle and daily reminder of, "You're going to miss me when I'm gone."  Well, "You were right!!"

"Happy Mother's Day Mom"

Monday, May 2, 2011

Beep!! Beep!! Beep!! Beep!!.........."Please try your connection again"

The Stars used to dance like they had scarecrow legs, now they just stand against a stone wall motionless, like Women in high heels who complain their feet hurt. The sound of Her cute little Girl voice used to sparkle in his sky, like the 4th of July, now it just echoes between his ears, silent, like sign language kids. But far from a little Girl, She always kept his stick in high gear. Her grown Woman curves were perfectly perfect for his lust for speed, so he couldn't resist pushing Her limits. Heavy on the gas, the thrill of Her Pleasure was addictive. He became a junky for Her crack, and forced to go cold turkey only made him more of a junky with no real chance of rehab, desperately feigning for Her, like straight men willing to gender bend just to get a hit. It would take Rome in reverse to de-construct his desire for Her. She's the blueprint and bricks for the construction of his paradise. But in a cold hole he rests now, isolated from Her life, he sits and wonders what crime he committed. 

And as he glances at his gentle palms he sees no blood on his hands. The glove doesn't fit so he wonders, "What did I do to deserve this sentence of being disconnected?" Disconnected from a connection that made him feel electrically connected. Plump jolly Hearts once marched around his head, like toy soldiers, now they just sit in corners in a slump, like defeated veterans with no pension of attention. It's connection rejection, but how do you reconnect or can you? What are the steps of preparation for this delicious dish if the recipe was never written?

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Friday, April 1, 2011


Mind full of crickets. Life ping's around, like a kid kicking a Coke can. The future of the invent is like an expecting Mom not wanting to know the sex on the ultra, "You never know what you're getting until it get's here." Thoughts all wrinkled, optimism is the maid that irons them out, fear is the mud that tries so hard to dirty them up again and again, but then faith is always the Tide that Surfs right in and cleans them Fresh, like lavender spring wind. Mornings bring new chances, evenings remind us to take full advantage of whatever's left in the rest of our 24, nights mean it's over forever and ain't no turning back. The jukebox only plays two tunes, happy or sad, so the song you sing should always be worth the quarters you spend. I Love the mood that the forest is in when flowers are blooming, "Silent and Beautiful," with Bambi skipping thru its bush not stressed because all the wolves have been humbled to puppies. The sun joins the party, so it shines down and dances across the grassy floor, like Sammy playing Bo Jangles on Broadway. An audience of chatty birds whistle and applaud from their branch seats perched high above in maple flavored pine trees looking down on chickens who've forgotten that they have wings and are too afraid to fly. Moving like a slinky, the water falls meeting the rest of its body in a pool big enough to hold its weight, causing a cool mist of spit to spray tired and parched leaves from all the bouncing around to the beat of a soulful breeze. This kind of mood is what silences the crickets and gives ink to a future that was once only just paper.

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Quotes Of The Me

"I've got magic in my fingers, but not even I can pull a rabbit out your ass." 

Tuesday, March 1, 2011


Peering through the glass that separates their worlds, he's struck by Her speechless Beauty. Nose wide open and caught up in the potent scent of Her attractive maturity, he wears his emotions tight, like winter mittens, and like winter mittens he wants to keep Her warm. Superman with no cape, but he wants to rescue Her from the villains who aim to destroy Her faith in matrimony. Overcome with enamored aspiration for Her Hot Latin Couture since the day She was first conceived in the keys of his touch screen, he tries with lazy effort to dim the light of Her life that lights his screen bright, to avoid being blinded, but like a moth to a flame it only draws him nearer. Designed by God's divine hands, there's team spirit in Her knitting so in Her quilt is where he wants to be woven. And as She skillfully models all the colorful fabrics of Her life, like a storefront mannequin, without blinking or breathing one word of malicious malice, he adores Her character and marvels at Her fortunate figure on display. But She's more than just a figure on display, She's a portrait of Pretty Passion on display. A Woman of a few words, but even in silence She speaks loud wisely, giving Her a voice that speaks his language fluently. Staring through the pane with compassion for Her pain, he dreams of breaking the pane, jumping inside Her space and taking the pain away. A fan of Her fashion, but he's more than just a window shopper peering through Her window, he's a shopper peering through Her window shopping for that priceless wardrobe designed by Cupid called "LOVE."

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Quotes Of The Me

"If you make your company for sell, don't get mad when they stop wanting to pay for what you're sharing and start liquidating all your time, walking out on the bill and choosing to spend their riches their way because your stock to them isn't worth what it used to be."