#TBT = Throwback Thursday! — WHAT A MAN IS

RAP: PLATINUM JONES – WHAT A MAN IS

At some point in 2005 I had started to formulate the characters for a story that I have yet to actually write. The story was based in Las Vegas with the primary setting as a strip club and the secondary settings were several whore houses. One of the characters was a whore turned madam/rapper named Patricia “Platinum” Jones. This is a rap I wrote from the perspective of this character.

Ladies and gentlemen, it’s PLATINUM JONES, Queen of the Southwest

“Platinum Jones
Calling Vegas home
Southwest Queen on her throne
Keep your eyes open she’s about to be well known”

And this is one chapter in her story…

WHAT A MAN IS…

A man ain’t nothing but a ho to me
A bonafide pro to me
Someone to stack the dough for me
Slippin dollars on the low to me
Means to the end of a goal for me
That’s the only thing a bro could be

Because I clock dollars on they guts
You know it’s legal in Vegas
Because in funds I put my trust
Don’t cross me or I might just

Get ill more than just a little bit
Don’t think I’ll chill just cause I’m a chick
That ain’t the way hustlers stay rich
I got soldiers to handle a punk bitch
And don’t even be thinking that you might snitch

Because I’m royal I live regal
And all my shit is square and legal
So I fly high just like an eagle
So go ahead and be snoopy like a beagle

Cause you won’t find anything to pin a case on me
You be lucky if you can even put a face on me
Creeping around each and every place I be
Get too close and feel some mace in your eye G

I don’t mistreat my men nah
That part why they call me “Ma”
I never let them bump raw
Keep them laced so they don’t run they jaw

I’m a lady stacking mad chips
On my dudes riding mad hips
Using the skill of they dicks
They’s some super duper paid tricks

We live in peace with no malice
Cozy and safe in the Platinum Palace
A wonderland just like Alice
Best believe I got my chalice

Because I’m pimpin like the 70s
With partying and much revelry
You never seen one like this clever me
See cause this’s all a man will ever be:

A man aint nothing but a ho to me
A bonafide pro to me
Someone to stack the dough for me
Slippin dollars on the low to me
Means to the end of a goal for me
That’s the only thing a bro could be

THIS
IS
WHAT
A
MAN
IS

Word.

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(originally posted on livejournal.com Apr. 4th, 2005 at 12:55pm)

I am obviously NOT a rapper as this extremely lame set of verses attests to. I forget the working title of the story or any of the other characters at the moment. Somewhere I have notes on the characters. I don’t think I will ever write the story though.

 

#TBT = Throwback Thursday! — To the Left Like Jeff

To the Left Like Jeff

Fellas…
When you come at me you need to come correct
If not
You need to step
With pep
To the left
Like… Jeff
Because patience for fools? I ain’t got none left

Now if this ain’t you then I ask your permission
To speak this to those and pray with me that they’ll listen

So tell me, what is it that you’re REALLY looking for?
Because you SAY you want a wife but you treat me like a whore
I know you’re used to being able to hypnotize the bitches
Little did you know that over time I’ve made some switches

All I hear now when you talk is “Blah, blah, blah wooty woo Baby Baby”
You seem to not realize
That I graduated from bitch to girl, girl to woman
And I’m working on going from woman to Lady
So you can keep your sorry tired lines trying to lay me
You can no longer play me
If I really WAS going to be your whore, best believe you’d have to pay me

Because I hear the things that be coming out your mouth
How you brag about your car and you brag about your house
You even had the nerve to tell me how you bought a $30,000 car for your ex
But you won’t even ask me out to dinner before asking me for sex?
Nigga
Please
Stop
Freeze
Go back to the school of life and get you some new degrees
Because obviously you forgot
That it takes more to get at me than having good looks and some cheese.

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(originally posted on livejournal.com Mar. 17th, 2005 at 11:26am)

In case you were wondering (since in the last post I said my poetry was 90% life)… Yes, Jeff was a guy I was briefly involved with. He didn’t go by his first name though and most people didn’t even know it so I  could read this in public at the time with only one or two people getting the inside joke. :-)

#TBT = Throwback Thursday! — she likes the way it feels

she likes the way it feels

She whispers his name softly just because she likes the way it feels
She likes the way it feels in his arms
So safe
She strokes the back of his neck softly
With the tenderness she hopes to receive
They have never kissed
Just this sweet slow dance with no music they call a “hug”
The electricity is tangible
But…
There is a secret wall that keeps them apart
Neither will speak on it
But they both know it’s there
They both know the what and why of it
And dance the dance of “friends”
But she still loves the way it feels to whisper his name
As her breath falls against his neck
Cherishing a lingering embrace

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(originally posted on livejournal.com Mar. 14th, 2005 at 12:50pm)

I’d say no less than 90% of my poetry is based on things in my life or my friends’ lives (at the very least my opinion of the news). This poem was inspired by a friend even though the situation in the poem never actually happened.

 

#TBT = Throwback Thursday! — beautiful music drunkening (stream of consciousness)

beautiful music drunkening

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beautiful music drunkening
like wine vineyards best first fruits
lovely dawn in mystic prose
finds mental images sparked true fires small and wondrous
levels of heat and light in soul side
traveling through veins of gold
marked by time and trusted
with only the smallest syllables in which to read
the stalking of the passionate respite or refrain
restricted movement of thistle pricks and thorns
like rose but petals soft and sensuous
strive for bitter vie till morning wakes our senses to the dull reality
so I prefer to sleep or stroll awake in the midnights of caution
but so dangerous to the soul they say
how can we see by the light of the sun or
these incandescent fluorescent brightness
quietly stabbing our retina from within our own thoughts
like insistent insanity moving the immorality of madness
beating like drum throbs in temples over hum of technology
micro sizing our mentality over time we
microwave our intentions in radioactive bursts of
heated passionate demand.

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(originally posted on livejournal.com Mar. 11th, 2005 at 9:29am)

It is interesting to read all these poems nearly a decade later. I was so all over the place with my themes and styles. I still am really. I wonder how I will feel about my most recent poems 10 years from now. :-)

 

WORLD TEACHER’S DAY [UNESCO]: OCTOBER 5, 2014

Thanks to the many teachers who have shaped my perspective on life and the world over the years!

BEAUTIFUL, ALSO, ARE THE SOULS OF MY BLACK SISTERS

WORLD TEACHER’S DAY

Quick Facts

The United Nations’ (UN) World Teachers’ Day commemorates the work of teachers and their contributions to society. It is observed on October 5 each year.

Local names

Name Language
World Teachers’ Day English
Día Mundial de los Docentes Spanish
יום המורים העולמי Hebrew
يوم المعلم العالمي Arabic
세계 교사의 날 Korean
Weltlehrertag German

World Teachers’ Day 2014 Theme: “Invest in the Future, Invest in Teachers”

Sunday, October 5, 2014

World Teachers’ Day 2015

Monday, October 5, 2015

The United Nations’ (UN) World Teachers’ Day celebrates the role teachers play in providing quality education at all levels. This enables children and adults of all ages to learn to take part in and contribute to their local community and global society.

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#TBT = Throwback Thursday! — DELICIOUS (stream of consciousness)

DELICIOUS

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Feeding this intermittent hunger for this salavitic desire for temptation realized
I am only a breath away from slipping into perceived sin of flesh
reeling in this mind of slow insanity moved by music chosen for thrill of tone
and slow falsettos and high tenor trembles
moving my mental into near orgasmic spasms of twittering twinges and
why must every thing male be so delicious today
sweet puerto rican divinity passes and
aztecan untouchable smiles sweetly yet unreachable
in my air of this sickening drift older men feed no flame of fantasy
and why is it a wrongness to have the desire for the fullness of experience
I just want the whole thing the full monty the complete package of
wealth health handsome fine sexy talented creative motivating masculinity
move me higher than I am without judging me for being here now
I am so much more than my wallet just like you are but who am I talking to really
to all of them all the men who roll in the shiny cars or the dusty trucks
and lay labels at the feet of a woman who chooses not to label them
in the neat little boxes of computer nerd or entertainer or athlete
but all so beautiful and available in one way or another but
where will I find the deepest place to drink my fill of his essence
the one who can draw paint poem sing dance joke pray his way into my heart
regardless of anything else in the universe
do I deserve the joy I seek?  I don’t care
I just want what I want and have chosen to settle for nothing less and
I am now all I need to be to have what God will give me or whom God will give me to
I am a wife in my core of my very being and who ever finds me will find a good thing of
sweetness and kindness and joy and love and poetry and song and painting and
sketching and dancing and laughing and sharing and sexing and care and patience and
manicure and pedicure and neck rub and back rub and care when sick and
special meals just because and basically all the things I want to have given to me
I just am this super powerful song and poem expressed in a dance of
living breathing success today and every day from now
until God makes the earth back into Eden

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(originally posted on livejournal.com Mar. 11th, 2005 at 7:52am)

In 2005 I seemed to waiver between boy crazy and pious. This was obviously a man crazy kind of poem but it does have a bit of the pious thrown in at the end.

 

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