You Are Everything Times 10 to the 7th Power

Like any man could witness
it was her perfectly petite & powerful hourglass gorgeous frame which flipped my subtle glance to a entranced stare

but like any Initial Physical contact... that soon faded

Maybe next it was her Bright Eyes,
Love Sedated Soaked Lips & Smile,
or her Rock Star Style that stepped me into next gear

but like all Natural Physical Attractions... that would also soon Vanish

In Reality her Beauty laid in the Ageless game
a Refined Wisdom
& Intellectual stamina measured by only an infinite number
not even conceived by the most brilliant of men

she came from a mold of Phenomenal Pheminine Pharaohs & Supreme Queens
the Ultimate of Gorgeousness & Power
Everything you could ever imagine times 10
& to the 7th Power
with her own gravitational pull & Power she seduced me in
fighting to hold fragile feelings within my radiply thawing hardened heart
my iron clad steel soul stood still
as the immovable object met the irresistable force

you are All That...

everything the collective universe could produce times 10
& to the 7th Power

Magic
Marvelous
&
Magnificent
an Intellectual Gaint wrapped in the Glorious Design of an Angelic Body

but some how...
something tells me...
this all might be too much...

Mia Angelic/Diablo

3 hundred & Sixty-Five times 36
Over 13 Thousands Days Laid the Track
Created the path where we could meet
1st time we speak
Intellectually Inter-Sec
Verbal Inner-Course
Thoughts Back & Forth
I tried not to Smile 2 Much
(but I know I could not hide it)

Don't Ask Why He Never Shows You Anything but GAME! Game!! & More GAME!!!

I often wonder if any men or women ever realize why dating is so hard.

I know many think of it but how many of us actual understand what makes it so difficult to maintain or even attract someone suitable of the opposite sex.

Now there are at least One Hundred reasons I could have written out in this blog in less than 10 minutes but there is only one that's really worth discussing as far as i am concerned.

It is the "Initial Attraction Factor"

Bottom Line
from the very first moment you meet... one person is more attracted than the other. do u understand what that means someone is always going to be in pursuit of the other
the chase begins in the very first second...
so remember that when you can't figure out why your trying to be the best you can be and they are content on just letting things fall where they may...

You Must Be Chasing Them Because They Are Not Chasing You!!!

U Can't Puff It or Sniff It Cause Punk I Was Born With IT!!!

I've noticed so many different types of "Cool Guys" lately that it is becoming Ridiculous!!!
It is like these jokers got a Myspace or Facebook account and now they are the business because they have a thousand Twitter followers.
They search the internet tirelessly trying to find the latest hot gear and roll out to a bar or club and play like top celebrity...
10 cats trying to get elibriated off one popped bottle and falling over & ogling every half decent lady that passes
lol

You Are Clowns!!!

but i do want to help you out (a little)...

Rule 1
If you have to wait in line to get inside... then they really don't care if you are there

find another venue that appreciates you
and will hustle thru the door upon first sight

why pop bottle just to get inside so u have to sit next to the likes of me & my team and not be able to attract anyone that could possibly be interested in you if u did not have that bottle...
I have never agreed to pop a bottle so that i receive special treatment to get in or to be able to sit in the VIP section for that matter
Myself, My Team...
We are escorted to the best seats in the house
then we decide to pop a bottle out appreciation for managements generosity
(not to mention that have the time i will rarely take a sip from the bottle)

now if i do agree to pop a bottle just so that i can have my own table/sofa behind the rope
it is strictly so that i do not have to stand next to YOU!!!


Rule 2
always be you

never let someone else tell you how to dress
9 times out of 10
no one will be wearing the same brand i am in the club
or dressed in anyway similar
have your own style
this is important
because only an uniformed clown clone female wants an uniformed clown clone boy

i must admit
when i hit the door to any establishment
i stand out like 2 Lesbians at a Rush Limbaugh Republican convention
lol

which brings me to...

Rule 3
Hit The Club Like Wesley Snipes & Ice T in New Jack City!!!

if when u walk thru the club no one acknowledges ur presents and/or pauses for brief moments just to admire ur game
then you are doing something wrong
Because it is not the destination but the journey that comprises the most positive attention
no one else exist but you
your confidence is all you have at this moment
if you are begging for her attention when she is not already giving it to you then something is wrong
you must be the party

okay i think that is enough for now

My Father's Day

(i thought long and hard about this one
and realized i just have to get it out)

Eleven years ago I experienced the worst Father's Day Ever...

I found out a month or so b4 that I was going to be a Father for the 1st time (so far only time). Days b4 this Father's Day previously mentioned, I found out that my girlfriend and her mother decided that they were going to Abort my unborn child. Of course this was news that did not fall on welcoming and settled ears.

That Father's Day my family went to church and after congregated for an early dinner celebration at my brother & sister-in-law's home in Chino. Through-out church service I struggled with many tears, attempting to see the many blessings I am receiving daily and pull myself from a depressed mind-state. Dinner time had came and the food smelled wonderful. We said grace as always and it was time to dig in. Like most Father's Day celebrations the fathers eat first. At last, the story thickens...

As I grab my plate and begin to shovel some wonderful goods upon it. My sister-in-law screams, "Stop!!! What Are You Doing? You Are Not A Real Father!!!". Now keeping with already embarrassing tone she protest my perceived arrogance as an insult, snatches the plate from my hand and informs me how i have to wait to eat last.

Now most of you know that I have been quite the "Thug Individual" through-out the course of my early years. So of course at this moment, a billion tears rolled endlessly (and I mean like them snotty extremely loud tears too). My brother prayed with me for a couple of minutes, called my homie, had him pick me up and sent me on my way.

A few weeks later, in the month of July, she decided to go through with the procedure and terminated the pregnancy.

It was July 9, 1998...
My 25th Birthday

Still I Study

there are no cheat sheets for Life
there are rocks and hard spots
mountain tops and the peaks of success where only the most blessed and worse cursed reside for only usually a moment in time that is never long enough
but still i study
my mistakes so i can make my way to the mountains pinnicle
walk over the plateau and peak at how the othersides lives grow green
because i must study
my own setbacks on top of setbacks
success always just seems weeks away
tomorows a new day
and since first i did not succeed
I Will Re-Group, Re-Examine & Go @ it Again!!!

Light Journey (Destination Heaven)

Light Journey (Destination Heaven)
(part-1 of 5)

Bombarded with a hundred bags
Every step more intense than the last

Luggage Large
realigned spine

I Keep It Moving

No Rest for the Weary
for the Meek shall inherit the Earth
but I am Strong
and My Destination is Heaven

Yellow Bricks
Copper Stone
and Clouds with Silver Linings
rain new growth defining the success in my journey
for My Success is the Journey
and I am Throne Worthy
Witnessing My Promise Land
Promise of a Woman
Unique and Phenomenal
Pheminine Pharaoh
holding my heart while I hold this luggage

a hundred some odd bags
breaking my back so that all i think of is the final rest
the restoration and recovery of a broken back & torn soul
the re-hydration of my hardened heart

the start of new
with my past in the rear view

she said...
"Rest Your Soul, You Are Home"

You Have A New Follower!!!

this morning

i woke-up in one of the rare moments that I felt like reaching my finger tips in to my chest, pulling open my breast plate and letting my soul pour out

exposing my forever inner me

showing you how real the game can be

the honesty buried beneath a superficial flesh suit

tired of hiding behind everything the world thinks I should be

I woke-up this morning recognizing that I was in one of those rare moments

rolling over thoughts of time

witnessing time as it crawled faster than I can sprint

moving faster than the speed of sound

the speed of light

speeding over thoughts of wishing of how I can't wait to reminisce about these thoughts

and think about what brought me to this place

thinking of how an early morning text message could never begin to show my rare form i woke in this morning

Myspace

Facebook

Twitter

You Have A New Follower!!!

Uncle Salaam's Rose Colored Hater Blockin Stunna Shades

Rose Colored Glasses

Ohh Kay!!!

So I was in a conversation with a new friend and I actually realized that I am really enjoying being a positive person.

I took account of some of the things I have to be happy about in my life. I also noticed some key areas that by Most Superficial American standards I should be absolutely miserable without.

I Do Not own a House

No running car

I am Not in a Successful/Working Relationship

(no one to hold sucks but not because there are no options... just haven't found the right one yet)

&

My Job is Not the Greatest

What Does All This Mean

Absolutely Nothing

I am Happy to be Alive and enjoying the thought that everything and anything can happen tomorow

I Love My Glasses

Rose Colored Stunna Shades

Salaam Is Sober!!!

The Question Is...
How Long Will It Last?

OKAY...
let me clear some things up. I am not claiming that I will Never touch another drop of alcohol again but I am saying that my desire to become completely intoxicated have faded dramatically.

I do not know how long these feelings will last. I do know that I have gone out a couple of times since I have been back in Southern Cali less than 2 weeks now & the one time I drank made me feel like Shit.

I have to admit that it is weird going from being "The Original Drunken Master" to Mr. Sober for the most part. I am not quite sure why this is all happening. I do know that I just decided to take a 2 week sabatical from drinking that has turned into what is now becoming the thought of not drinking anymore.

Now Do Not Get Me Wrong...
I am not saying that next time you see me hanging out at one of Jah-Free's shows or the hip-hop/dance-hall/funk/jazz club, I will be completely sober. I am promising you that I will not be seeing the typical out of control elibriated fool from of the last 15 years (and i must admit it feels good). I do enjoy glass of Red Wine from time to time. I have enjoyed a Vodka & Cranberry with-in the last 2 months and more than likely the next time I go out, I will enjoy "ONE" again. The best part is that it will just be "ONE".

Hopefully this road will be a long one that feels like it only takes 10 minutes (like driving from Rancho Cucamonga to Vegas every other weekend, LoL).

OKAY...
Everyone wish me Luck & Skills

Back In Cali

so if it is not already obvious from the title

I AM BACK IN CALI

so i did not fly
jumped on a train
it took almost 30hrs

so anyways
there will be alot more in the morning
but for now everyone take care

Going Strait Thru the Fork in the Road

"Came To The Fork In The Road & Went Strait!!!"

Okay

so i have been online all morning filling out and updating online job applications

(with everyone from countrywide and wells fargo to radio shack and borders bookstore)

Times are becoming increasingly difficult with the slide of this economy. Now I am working currently with a mortgage broker here in Oregon but I am not quite converting these leads over. It really seems that folks are practicing insane forms of thinking on the regular basis. They are continuously doing the same things over and over and expecting a different outcome each time (but hey, I gotta worry about me and mine).

So anyways,

Carrie (my significant other if u didn't already know) is battling cancer. Her last Chemo-Therapy treatment is in 2 days and I do not know if I am going to make it. I want to but things have been so tight lately I do not know if I will be available.

Regardless on if I am there physically or not. I think she knows that I have her back no matter what (and no matter where I am on this planet we call earth)

Alright

I am done venting

Gas'd Up

& Ready To Roll Full Steam Ahead Thru The Fork In The Road

Ride Wit Me Now!!!

Git-Mo Bay

Business as Usual

So last night there was some more reporting of how our handsome and charismatic President is closing camps of torture and how it is driving the far right fanatics hysterical, especially your boy Glen Beck
(who is possibly the worse of mainstream Tell-Lie-Vision Nuts & a complete idiot).

As much as I love having a President who is Black. Which shows that we must constantly Thank God for Magic Johnson, Will Smith, LL Cool J, Emmitt Smith, Jay-Z, Cuba Gooding Jr., and Dave Chapelle
(and all the other brothers who have help make middle America a little more comfortable with blacks everywhere).
We must realize that just because Pres. Obama is not allowing our nation to continuously victimize thousands of Innocent individuals with our own hands, does not mean that we are not still going to allow for other nations to do it. Which is called Rendition.



Rendition: (see article below)

The hardest part is not only are we allowing it and condoning it, but we are also backing it. We are not just supporting it by turning a blind eye to it but we also participating in it. We have law enforcement officials present and participating in torture in countries all over this globe of ours. Instead of America once again admitting its Devilish practices. We would rather play the angel, act as if we are the Innocent and confused when terrorist hit us at home.



Bottom Line...
If you continuously smack me in my mouth, Separate me by force from my family, and Demonize my culture and religion. Why are you so surprised when i decide that it has become unbearable and strike back.
Even the smallest guy in the class gets fed up with the Bully eventually and hits him in his softest place (usually below the belt). the coldest part is that when it's your child that is the smaller kid. You pat them on their head and tell them that you are glad that they decided to stand up for them Self...








Main article: Extraordinary rendition
Human rights groups charge that extraordinary rendition is a violation of Article 3[2] of the United Nations Convention Against Torture (UNCAT), because suspects are taken to countries where torture during interrogation remains common [3], thus circumventing the protections the captives would enjoy in the United States or other nations who abide by the terms of UNCAT. Its legality remains highly controversial, as the United States outlaws the use of torture, and the U.S. Constitution guarantees due process. Rendered suspects are denied due process because they are arrested without charges and deprived of legal counsel.

Portland Poetry Slam

Good Day Good People

the last Sunday of April
Semi-Finals of The Portland Poetry Slam

I do believe I have a Good Chance of Placing again

I hope that I can count of the support of you
(even if you can't make, just put ur spirit out there for me)

Peace
Love
&
Blessinz

Holla @ya
H
E
R
O

Missing My World

Have you ever missed a flight or missed your bus. I am feeling like that everyday lately. In 2005 I had the privilege of becoming part of the lives of two of the most wonderful spirits... Jade & Adyen.
They are the children of my ex-girlfriend in southern Cali and what I consider my children as well. Since being in Oregon over the last year, I have felt our relationship slipping and dimming. I was able to spend a week with them over the Christmas break but of course that was nowhere near enough to hold me over til summer.
I promised them when I left that I would come back and visit at minimum once every other month (if not once a month). Things drastically changed once I settled in up here in the great Northwest. As everyone knows the Economic climate turned disastrous. Air and rail travel sky-rocketed and household financial cut-backs became a mandatory monthly adjustment.
There has even been a noticeable fall-off in telephone communication. we would speak to each other at least 4 times a week and that has now dropped to once every 2 weeks if I am lucky.
Now that I have come this far in my blog, I am not even sure why I started it. I do know that I want to urge every parent or guardian to appreciate every moment they get to spend with their children.
Every Smile and Every Tear.
Every time they fell to do what you ask of them from eating all their vegetables to cleaning their room
Every Achievement from Grades to the simple things as your sons remembering to hold the door open for their mother.
You are Your Children's Biggest Influence in Life... Make The Best Impressions...

"She Said I am Dramatical"

she asked me why i am so dramatical...

i said i am dramatical because....

i believe in honor & respect...

in loyality & trust...

marriage vows and honesty over truth...

i believe i have the most fun partying when i am intoxicated and that a good wife will be like my probation officer keeping me out of trouble by giving me a curfew...

i believe in writing my poetry like my mind, heart, and soul are singing...

and to always apologize but never follow an apology with the word "but"...

i believe that there is 1 God and language confuses His name...

i believe in never buying cheap toilet paper or asking a woman her age...

and i believe that you should always wash your hands before you touch yourself to use the restroom...

i believe that America eats it's young and that hip-hop is the pinnicle of modern day American literture...

i believe that what good is a sea of words if no one is making waves...

which leads me to believe this is why drama is my middle name...

~UNCLE SALAAM~

"Earthly Angel"

GOD BLESS THE SOUL OF A SOUL-JAH GONE HOME.
THRONE WORTHY,
UNIFORM STAYED DIRTY IN THE TRENCHES
FRONTLINE
SERGENT
LUITINUT
GENERAL
SPIRITUAL LINEMAN.
MISTER I CAN
NEVER SAID NEVER,
AND NEVER KNEW I CAN'T.
A SAINT DILIGENT HARD WORKING
RESPECT EARNING
DESERVING MY FAMILY
M.V.P.
MOST VALUABLE PASSIONATE PLAYER
TURNED COURAGE COACH.
SOAKED IN A SPIRIT FILLED LIFE.
CHRIST LIKE,
A FIGHTER,
A WARRIOR,
BATTLED SCARRED.
BODY OF A MAN
WITH A SLAVE TAN & SLAVE MAN HANDS.
HOLDING & MOLDING YOUNG SOUL-JAHS
STANDING OVER FUTURE GENERATIONS.
A LEADER
A TEACHER
PAPA 2 GREAT GREAT GRAND FATHER
AUTHOR OF STRUGGLE TO PROGRESS
MENTALLY BLESSED
MARCHED FROM
COON
NIGGER
SPOOK
NEGRO 2 HERO
AFRIKAN-AMERICAN
SUPERMAN
88 ROUNDS
CROWNED A CHAMPION
UNDISPUTED / UNREFUTED
WORDS NEVER DILUTED
KEEPING IT REAL
ORIGINAL GAME, OL SKOOL VETERAN
STRAIGHT FORWARD
SMASH MOUTH COMPETITOR
NO HESETATING
ALWAYS ON TIME
ALWAYS SPOKE HIS MIND
ALWAYS KEPT US YOUNG FOLKS IN LINE
SURVIVE WAS THE THING HE KNEW WHO TO DO
WALKED IN THE TRUTH
AND SHARED LOVE
SENT FROM ABOVE
CONSTANT AND STEPPED LIVELY
WITH HIS CROWN TIPPED TO THE SIDE
EVER THE WISE EYES SPOKE REALITY
KEY HOLDER OF COURAGE & SERENITY
EMPITOMY OF A GIANT
SOUL SAINT & SOUL-JAH WITH THE
HEART OF A LION
STRONG...
GOD BLESS MY EARTHLY ANGEL GONE HOME

R.I.P. PAPA "B"

Beautiful Burbs

brown, beige, tan, grey, khaki colored cookie cutter colonial houses and condominiums with clay shingles... manicured landscapes with 3 cars in driveways... SUVs and pick-ups lifted up so high tricycles often roll beneath them... motorhomes and boats block the views of living colors from entering the domain of construction foremen and real estate agents... 2 point 4 children chillin in front video games in soccor uniforms... moms making sandwiches for play dates and dad tinkers in garages while neighbors watching with cold beers freezing palms... pizza weekends and boiled chicken salads washed down with red wine capri sun pouches... domestic 12oz bottles follow trails to speedways... blue collars building 150 thousand dollar a year salaries on 70 hour work week... distingushed elementary schools with 6 grades but only 1 class is counted... upper middle graduation class founded on the principle of Reaganomics thru higher learning... burning fossil fuels friercely and recycle aluminum and plastic like magic is gonna happen and all will be forgiven... all who just living from paycheck to paydays, paveways for early retirement... sitting in homes as 401K's increase... investment property where our parents make home become even more unaffordable... living is less affordable when we realize that american dreams are in black and white... coffee houses mass producing black and white stereotypical yuppies in construction boots and prada sandals... 7 year olds with cellphones... teenagers whipping 3-series convertible beemers and volkswagons with lifestyle decals around corners... college girls work 20 hours a week and take vacations overseas... on bended knees we pray for better dreams... begging for reality to be more than just what we see... more than just living steady financially and poor culturally... tell us there is something better... tell us we will not lose our color to this monotone suburban world... tell us we will stay sharp, vivid and bright... tell us that we can... Remain... InSane...

Synthetic Stimulation

Intoxication

Self Poison Induced Epileptic Fits

Mentholated Cigarettes & Red Bull

Candy Apple Eye Full Of Flashing Lights & Loud Music

Abusing Brain Waves

Washing/Rince Cycle Of The Single File Mind

Surrender Your Innocent Spirit

The Erotic Zone Out Has Begun

All Lying

Cheating & Stealing

Is Now Welcome

& A Fuck-It-All Malcontent

Is Now Mandatory

Erase Un-Easy Memories With Me

Forget About The Last Past Days-N-Weeks

Ecstasy Is Now Working In Your Favor

& The New Flavor is

Soul Brotha Brown Self Indulgence

No More Fear

Fornication Is Now Free

No Situation Is Taboo

& No Thought Forbiden

Feel

FREE

Be

FREE

Surrender Your Soul

Un-Zip Your Mind

Down Your Spine

& Out Your Behind

Everything Will Now Be Done 4 U!!!

Man Measured

How do u measure a man when the road to hell is paved with good intentions, questionable decisions and televisions with over 400 channels?....

When the soul battles the mind and the mind fails the test of the flesh?....

When we’re stricken with racing images of fallacy and fornication....

Our children are in the fast lane of the super information highway....

Where nothing’s forbidden except direct communication & conversation....

Hail Text messages, E-mails, Myspace and Facebook....

Elevating the look of Idiocy....

Big Pimpin & reality show hoes in lil to no clothes....

Where hidden foes hide behind flash designed advertisements for corporate capitalist, government and bank establishments… I’m asking which is worse…....

.. ..

What’s the difference between the sickness?....

Who is the lesser of 2 evils?....

Are they the mumps and I the measles?....

Keep diesel-gas guzzling so I… can get a quicker cup caffeinated South American catastrophe....

Marvel in mayhem and mass media mind control....

Expose myself to legal flesh stimulates while I stand arrogant… full of pride… fist held high… screaming, “Power To The People”....

All the while I’m Subordinate and Supporting It....

Funding the genocide on foreign faces and young American souls....

Thru my debt-controlled tax-dollars and student loans....

Big green bill folds....

Flipping thru fat faces of past presidents purchasing myself further into slavery....

Indentured servant to modern civilization....

A product of commercial replication....

I Stand…....

.. ..

Perched upon my Microsoft soap box of ignorance and self-indulgence....

Preaching meta-physical, spiritual revolution… while I got mo money on my mind....

My Energy and Time collide between freedom and the grind....

Foot on both sides of the fence I totter between enlightenment and establishment....

Poor Righteous Teacher or the house on the hill....

Picket fence or to sacrifice for others upliftment....

Struggle thru the hustle… My mental muscle can’t take it no mo....

Which way do I go....

How do I survive when I’m traveling full steam in one lane that goes both ways....

Gone is the simple days....

I Stand…....

Measuring One Man....

Forced to make the Greatest Decision of His Life Hypnotized Facing the Tell-Lie-Vision!!!

peace

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