Passports and Stamps

This is just a list of places I wanted to see since I was 6. No particular order.


Places that I crossed off;

US: Florida (Miami, FLL, West Palm, Orlando, Tampa, Jacksonville, Daytona, Pensacola, Tallahassee, Gainesville, etc…) Washington (DC), California (San Fran, LA, 29 Palms, Palms Spring), New York (Manhattan, Buffalo, Niagara Falls (US side), Brooklyn, Bronx, NYC)

Canada: Montreal, Niagara (Falls), Toronto,





Places that I was forced to go:

US: too many places to count lol,







Morocco:: Tangiers; Sahara Grand Desert

Dominican Republic


Places that I got to go see:


Iguazu Falls (Brazil, Uragai, Argentina),




Iceland  (I was a weird kid: too many history books and viking lore),


Tokyo, Japan (2020 Olympics),

China (Great Wall)



There are new places but those are the spaces that matter to me. The places of childhood dreams.





Second Choices

Christopher CampbellIn this world where getting into a relationship is as easy as instant messaging and instant coffees. There is this girl who always believed that love is a sacred thing. It is something that you can’t just add to your priorities like as if it just a necklace to add on your loud colored…

via Don’t Fall In Love With The Girl Who’s Used To Being Someone’s Second Choice — Thought Catalog

The Abyss

I remember watching “Star Wars” and learning about how Hate,

even in the hands of the righteous,

transforms the character and erodes the soul.

Moments of fear reveal everyone’s true nature.


Do you bend, do you fold, do you break, do you endure, do you grow.


Are you fair, are you courageous, are you unbias, are you a coward.


Moments like this,

are when you see the true metal of a man.


Moments like this,

are when you see people who condemn racism slowly become racist themselves.


I can honestly admit that I grow in chaos.

I’ve live it. I’ve carried the weight of it.

I speak because some of you will get lost in it.

You don’t have the heart for it.

And there is no coming back from it.

It’s the abyss. It’s a double edge sword that you grab unto in the darkness.


It changes you until you forget who you really are,

That’s the darkness, it twists you, it molds you

And sadly, you know nothing of it.



*Listen to Poison, by Nas (classic)

The ultimate weakness of violence is that it is a descending spiral,
begetting the very thing it seeks to destroy.
Instead of diminishing evil, it multiplies it.
Through violence you may murder the liar,
but you cannot murder the lie, nor establish the truth.
Through violence you may murder the hater,
but you do not murder hate.
In fact, violence merely increases hate.
So it goes.
Returning violence for violence multiplies violence,
adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars.
Darkness cannot drive out darkness:
only light can do that.
Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.

Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.


The text comes in.

Somewhere between 1 am and late.

She only has fifteen minutes to respond.

She stares in a mirror, practices the many ways to smile,

Say nothing, enjoy, be friendly, be courteous, be professional,

Be friendly again but not too friendly.


She’s ready. She elevates the room,

Each heel strike captures your attention,

As she glides through TSA, and hops on her flight.


She graces the flight with her presence,

Boards first in a cabin dimly lit,

Surrounded by the low hum of a perpetual ac.


…The message comes through,

Somewhere between yesterday and the red-eye,

Time bends and blurs; she feels distant.

Constantly leaving and never staying to chat,

But the people love that.


They never see what it takes in between.


She shakes the loneliness of long flights,

thinks about smiling, thinks about being polite,

be professional but not too professional,

be friendly but too friendly.


On the bright screen on her cell,

She writes notes;

Perfecting the pattern of her thoughts.

She prepares speeches.


I imagine her to be a tinkerer;

Desk filled with notes.

Almost a mad scientist,

The exotic location doesn’t catch the glimmer of her eyes anymore,

She tares into new ideas,

She surrenders to her flights of fancy,

She is determined; caught between the lust of imagination.

While most people fear success,

She embraces past failures,

Marinades on the dimensions,

She is a problem solver, she is a presenter,

she is a marketing team; all rolled up in one.


She learned to embrace her authentic self.

She wasn’t the pretty girl,

She is the geek, the genius,

the tech junkie,

Elegant, classy;

She is the start of a conversation that never quite ends…

Caught somewhere between yesterday and the red-eye.


All Fronts and the Battle

I wonder,

How many more pieces of me will I lose before I am no longer myself,

No longer whole.

Like too little butter over too many bread, I’m spread thin.

My heart fractures,

loss in the fog of war,

And all I can hear the melody over a chalkboard,

it’s screeching.

I’m terrified,

I know what awaits me on the other side,

I’m finding little reason to care, I cared too long for too little to matter,

It’s all falling apart.

Or better yet it will.

Too many bad calls on the field,

Too much feedback from people who do too little, no little.

I pity too many because they’ve already lost.

The rules consume me and the pieces keep changing but repeating the same audible tone,

While my soul tries desperately to rage over my thoughts,

The experience already broke me,

I can feel it,

I can feel the chaos….

What’s scares me,

Is that I’ve already been too familiar,

I’m shrinking. Drowing. Buried among the layers,

They will turn on me because they’ve turned on every one that’s been greater,

And since I’ve already lost everything,

My love for the final fragment has already berated me.

They want me to love what they’ve forced on me.

Hate what I already know to be true.



No Haircut or a job. I pick job.

twitter_logo_black“A tape-up and a nice tie won’t keep the bullets away from our black bodies. Pulling our pants up and aligning our values to the military sounds ridiculous on its face as well. Changing our aliases to more Euro-centric names might lead to more jobs, but won’t help us keep our jobs longer than our white counterparts, much less give us that elusive promotion. Staying up past our bedtimes won’t make us more resilient; if anything, lack of sleep would add more stressors to a community already suffering from a myriad of diseases and preventable conditions. Speaking in the King’s English won’t pause the school-to-prison pipeline and the lack of wraparound supports our schools need to survive the trauma associated with their lives.” exert from How Dr. Steve Perry Sells Black Kids To The Highest Bidder, by Jose Vilson

I always love how educated people who attended college and currently hold salary jobs; attempt to educate the masses that they’ve left behind. They don’t frequent the hood. They don’t live in the black community but they know the struggle. Sure…

Don’t get a haircut. That’s your masculinity/femininity, your culture, your history. Stand up for your rights. Fight back. Don’t take no for an answer. Fight back. Step up to the “crooked cops”. Fight back. If you were robbing someone, that’s not your fault. If you were hurting someone that’s because you are hurting. Don’t conform. Be different. Be unique. Be weird. Be you…

While the educated people; they excelled at being the disciplined ones in school. Parents lavishing them in hugs and kiss and such or something (I don’t know). Food and Shelter security. They did the opposite. They sat up straight. They studied. They “conformed” to society. They never stepped up to cops. Nope, they never dared. They never been arrested. They never been in handcuffs. They would never get violent; they have something to lose. They have a name. They know it all too well. And behind the keyboard; they click away and stroke flames at the masses who they really don’t share much in common with.

Do you. Be you. Be disrespectful. Stand up for nonsense. Don’t cut your hair. Don’t try to get a job. Wait for the job to come to you; they owe you.

Well. From a guy who grew up on “Free lunches” – my guaranteed subpar meal of the day. No parents around. No guidance. No income. No opportunities. Crappy teachers. Subpar schools. Been handcuffed. Been detained. Been in Juvenile Detention. Ran in them streets. Worked fast food ($5.75 an hour), retail ($7.25 an hour), blue collar ($9.25 an hour), security ($10.50) and any other $-hit job. Got tons of friends who never made it. Good people, bad situations, bad choices. I’m not the smartest but what I had was street smarts and a knack for strategy. From a guy who knows about not having a lot, with nothing to lose; what worked for me (maybe it can work for you):

  1. Discipline,
  2. Setting Goals,
  3. Focusing on what matters,
  4. Disregarding ego,
  5. Self Control,
  6. Looking sharp,
  7. Joining the Marines,
  8. Working hard,
  9. Positive image,
  10. Give back,
  11. Strategy,
  12. Job hoping,
  13. Giving back,
  14. Paying off debts,
  15. And trying to get promoted,
  16. Also continue to give back,
  17. or Jumping ship to another job.

In the end, I haven’t run into cops in years. If I do, I’m relaxed because I’ve seen the worst. I doubt that a bullet will hit me. If It did, hope it takes me out or i’m coming into some money. Yeah, pulling up my pants won’t save me. Getting a haircut won’t save me. But for right now, the so called “respectability politics” is just a springboard for someone with nothing. If i ever end up on CNN, they will be hard press to find out deep revelations of a criminal past. They will find a narrative that would make them look silly as hell. Even though, they will still try it (Media, the money making headline speculation circus). I hope for their sake I’m dead, or I’m suing for defamation of character. lol

All I ever want for the masses; for my friends, are opportunities. Getting an education is a opportunity. Getting a job from that education is an opportunity. Getting money to support a family and a community from that job is an opportunity. If i had to go bald for that; i would do so in a heartbeat.

When you are broke and hungry; cutting off your hair is not that serious. But that’s coming from someone that didn’t have much. Turns out, you can always grow your hair back. 

I’m with the Steve Perry lingo. Maybe it’s for naught but it’s worth trying something new. If it gets 101 out of 200 a job, might be a gimmick but a win is a win.




Who am I to ask for your heart.

Shards of Glass that I couldn’t hold.


I’m gifted.

Like Hephaestus,

I have the ability to fix anything.

But you hide the pieces.


Who am I to ask,

if you never intended to…

Never wanted me to…

Never needed me to…

Love… You…