Category Archives: Rambling
First Lets Tango!
First lets Tango!
Then we can tangle and I wrangle the passion that sits below the surface but resounds like depth charges in your voice.
The choice He makes wake me up to the glory of a day and the polyphony of your voice as the background of our music of our Bacchanal corporeal musing.
The fires burning strong on detritus of residence and rising like smoke our resilience will live in the spirit world when our bodies have been returned to dust.
I think I should go food shopping, I might be a bit hypoglycemic.
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You write words words and I write with light.
You write with words and I write with light.
We each have something to say/share.
The light behind a dove or the varying degrees of the heart.
Non should be kept in dark they should be forthwith for all should be seen and heard.
As scary as it is nary a word should not be said for it is an echo of a thought of a feeling.
Some are appealing others send us reeling.
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I ask my Lord why you took away my earthly scaffolding
I ask my Lord why did you take away my earthly scaffolding and left me holding nothing but faith.
He said the faith that you hold within will lift you higher that the highest stairs a man can built.
I asked him why my relationship broke up and He said it was broken I just woke you up.
I asked him for signal lights so I know wrong from right and direction.
He said I allow you sleep at night and awaken every morning to see the light, follow it.
I gave you life before you were born and shelter in your mother’s womb.
The first love but that would be gone too soon.
I have loved many but been loved by few, love for things from the dark can leave your soul black and blue.
You have forgiven me and sheltered my spirit when my body sought destruction in the flesh.
As you sheltered Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego.
Though Daniel was a young man when he wrote about the fiery furnace and I am long in years but yet you still hold me near.
I try not to wander far from you but as the flesh seeks I have yet remained unscathed thanks to you.
I give thanks to you every day for by your Grace I awake and through your word I walk throughout the day.
Antonio Adams
www.rastaricanstudio.com
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I am an acquired taste many have not yet acquired
I am an acquired taste many have not yet acquired but I will not be the progenitor of still born art for the sake of the sterile masses.
My art is an external projection of an internal evolution/disillusion of the reality I see behind the eyes that the world sees.
Back to your regularly schedule program.
Brad Hirschfield: Does Michele Bachmann Speak for God?
Apparently Michele Bachmann thinks that she does, in fact, speak for God. Just hours after what a Chief of the FDNY theorized was a tornado touching down on my block early Sunday morning — a tornado that felled giant trees and started two fires — the GOP presidential candidate explained to an audience in Florida why this was happening, and her explanation was a doozy.
“I don’t know how much God has to do to get the attention of the politicians. We’ve had an earthquake; we’ve had a hurricane. He said, ‘Are you going to start listening to me here?’ Listen to the American people because the American people are roaring right now. They know government is on a morbid obesity diet and we’ve got to rein in the spending.”
As a New Yorker whose block was featured on the cover of today’s New York Times as the preeminent example of the damage Irene caused, as a religious person and as an American (not mention one who struggles with my weight), those words cut close to home. While I appreciate Bachmann’s sincerity, I have to ask myself, “Is she nuts?” The answer is not as simple as one might imagine.
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Lies are steps taken by the liar
Lies are steps taken by the liar to get from you what you would not give him in the first place.
Lying to you in order to try and “keep” you and to get what he wants without giving what you deserve a “choice”
Do not get me wrong you deserve the Truth BUT the liar knows that you not give him/her what they if that is spoken.
So in order to keep you/something from you they lie.
You sometimes have to go beyond the lie and see if you can meet the person’s needs.
Lying is sometimes used as a barrier/stepping stone to keep out or get over.
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JRO
There is but one JRO 4 those in the know!
Psst! Over here, meet me behind the server where/wear no one will disturb us.
I will be at your browser because I like how you in that DNS dress.
The css makes you look like one hot tamale hottie to this proxy/HTTP:
You look sublime dressed all up to the mimes.
I just want to put you in an iFrame cuz you have not changed since I was a young Mac you my PC = Pretty Chic.
remember When We Were all over the world?
man, it was just yesteryear when you gave your IP and I shared/chaired my ISP with you.
We started as Explorers by the Window and set on Firefox looking all polished like Chrome, I just want to take Home.
I love how you use to write to me in JavaScript and how we download without being in a JQuery.
PHP was nothing for as I you in that Ruby lipstick and I was on Rails.
Honey you are my URL = Underwritten Real Love.
Remember playing DOS and having to head Home before dark?
Walking in Parallels and my looking into your eyes thinking what a sweet GUI you were sporting
Ah the days of alt ctrl delete because that old window could not compete but is has been 7 for how long?
I want to take you in my arms and wrap/rap you in HTMl and just love the you smell.
A Dark Period
I am going through a dark period in my so called life.
Despair hangs in the air that I try to breathe and form the words
I want to conceive but leave me latent and spent.
Words are all I have. When I feel cornered I turn them the words to a
sword and dispel what I feel is leading me down a dank well.
Thanks for the ride your truth was the foundation that was buried under your lies.
Such pretty eyes were the window dressing for the destruction and desecration of my heart. Such beautiful skin and scent that was heaven sent.
But a serpent does not change her stripes and your lies were so sweet as you told me you loved me
.
You came and awakened desires that laid dormant and your after glow has my heart in torment.
Multiple layers of black ice covered your heart and it was warmed by vicarious brimstone scented lies.
“A lie that is half-truth is the darkest of all lies.”
- Alfred Lord Tennyson
God’s Light
Between two trees God’s Light shown from the clouds.
He said go through the valley and when you come to the foot of the mountain do not worry about it’s height.
Be thankful for your health and ascend it’s slope.
When you come to the summit do not celebrate in triumph over the mountain but extend your arm to those that are still climbing.
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My Father
I miss my father or that bond I should have had with my father?
I met him once on the mid-seventies, twice if you seeing out in LI, NY.
He died broken and depleted never getting what he needed.
Alcohol coursing through his veins and morphing his disdain.
Before every action there is a thought.Be it walking to the liquor store or getting “relaxed” after work. You are looking to draw a heavy curtain on the thoughts. Thing with alcohol is that it’s readily available and has been with for eons. Actions are slave to thoughts and if you are a slave to alcohol you have a tertiary master. Soon the thoughts that let to the actions are numb but new ones to are there for you to succumb to, just alcohol induced.
I drink because ________ Everyone has a reason as to why they do.
Some have a reason as to why they do not stop.
Some forgot the road back other remember and never want to go back.
My father died broke/broken of Oral Cancer and for decades we had not spoken.
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