Saturday, June 28, 2014

-Karriem Riggins




Wednesday, June 25, 2014

5 Years ago today

RIP Michael Jackson.

Do you remember the time?


Happy 30th Anniversary!

Purple Rain!



I loved this movie and soundtrack.  My favorite song on this cd was When Doves Cry.

What was yours?

Good morning

Good morning God, Jesus, and Holy Spirit... Thank you for waking me up this morning, and blessing me to see another day. I know some didn't wake up, so I thank you that I did. Dear Lord, I'm tired of praying for the same thing. Today I'll just ask you to please fulfill the desires of my heart and to lead me in a different path, assuming I'm on the wrong one. Thanking you in advance for what appears to be a miracle.

Thank you, Amen

4 Year Old Destroys Babysitter’s Plan To “Blame The Black Man” In Home Robbery

It’s no secret that “blame the black man” is a time honored tradition in America. And since there is still so much fear and suspicion that lingers when it comes to black men, it’s proven quite effective, even today, when you want to pin a crime on someone. But luckily, four year old Abby Dean of Whatcom County, Washington was there to save the day with her heroic honesty. As a child, it can be hard to speak truth to authority figures, hell even as an adult. But when Abby’s 17 year old babysitter claimed that her employer’s home had been burglarized by two black men, it was Abby who stepped forward to set the record straight. The extremely intelligent four year old told a Fox affiliate that “Wednesday was the worst day in my life.” She was there when the house was burglarized and told reporters that the robbers “… told us to get out of the house ’cause they wanted to steal stuff.” They stole a number of the employer’s belongings and Abby recalled that they nabbed her kitty bank, iPod, Xbox and Wii. When questioned by authorities the babysitter told police that one of the thieves looked like the next door neighbor, a black man. Cody Oaks, Dean’s neighbor, was handcuffed and questioned by police for hours until Abby chimed in to tell authorities the truth. She said,“It wasn’t the right skin color.” She said that the robbers were white and not black. Once Abby spoke up the babysitter’s edifice of lies started to topple and she confessed to the crime, admitting that it was her 16 year old boyfriend and another accomplice who had actually robbed the house. Abby’s mother said she’s very proud of her daughter, noting that within 30 seconds her admission changed the questioning scene which had been going on for five to six hours. Oaks, the neighbor, says what he finds troubling is the fact that the babysitter doesn’t realize the type of danger she could have potentially caused for him and his family and he hopes she learns from this situation. The babysitter and her two accomplices were arrested and may face robbery, burglary and perjury charges. Take a look at the video below of Abby explaining the ordeal to the news crew. Listening to her speak, it’s clear that the babysitter didn’t understand what type of child she was dealing with. This little girl is too sharp for the shenanigans and potentially life altering, bold-faced lies. I, as a black man, living in America, take this story personally. I know what it feels like to be falsely accused and having no one believe me. I am so thankful for that little girl speaking up. The babysitter could have ruined that man's life.

Sunday, June 22, 2014

Lauryn Hill asks,

Tell me who I have to be,  
to get some reciprocity?


Afrodisia


Aegria de viver!


The Ummah

The Ummah is a music production collective, composed of members Q-Tip and Ali Shaheed Muhammad of A Tribe Called Quest, and the late Jay Dee (also known as J Dilla) of the Detroit based group Slum Village. Occasional members include Raphael Saadiq, and D’Angelo. In addition to producing the entirety of A Tribe Called Quest’s fourth and fifth albums, The Ummah has provided backing tracks for a notable array of hip hop and R&B artists, including Busta Rhymes, Whitney Houston, Keith Murray, Brand New Heavies, Janet Jackson, and Jon B. The group is so named because two of its members (Tip and Ali) are devout Muslims. The word “ummah” is Arabic for “community” or “brotherhood”.

The collective took shape around 1995, when veteran keyboardist, Amp Fiddler, introduced Jay Dee (who at the time was shopping for a deal for his group) to Q-Tip. Although Tip wasn’t taken by Slum Village as a whole, he was impressed enough by Jay Dee’s deeply soulful productions to invite him as a permanent, although largely unseen, 4th member of A Tribe Called Quest. Their first work, Beats, Rhymes and Life, was criticized for moving away from the group’s earlier, more dense, and bottom heavy sound exemplified by tracks such as “(We’ve Got) Jazz” and “Oh My God”. The new sound which now leaned towards a more laid back, polished, tone would be embraced a little more with the release of Tribe’s “Find A Way” from their fifth and final album The Love Movement, although the album itself received a lukewarm reception, and no second proper single or video was released.

Following this, and the split of A Tribe Called Quest, Q-Tip and Jay Dee continued to collaborate under the ‘Ummah’ moniker, producing almost all of Tip’s solo venture Amplified, which included one track from DJ Scratch. For several reasons, including label complications, Tip has since remained inactive while Jay Dee and D’Angelo went on to form the Soulquarians with other like-minded artists. Although Tribe has since formed somewhat of a reunion, releasing ” ICU (Doin’ It)” in 2003, the possibility of them once again using the ‘Ummah’ name for future productions seems unlikely, especially since member Jay Dee’s death on February 10, 2006. 

Sunday, June 15, 2014

The Effects Of him


1962.
him;

don't forget the bottles
of muscatel clanking
empty

in yards of broken champagne flute glasses
and lost memories of celebratory toasts;
empty.
slobbering stammering and stuttering a language;
the C' word.
in a pitch low enough that only other alcoholics can interpret.
in a pitch high enough that only other dogs can hear.


brought into this world in handcuffs,
still I stutter;
a life in restraints.
shy by history.

(begins with a C')

him;
This giant of a man. At five feet seven.

Back in the 50's
(he,
who has been found drunk,
in ditches in Memphis)

1969
Don't bother mom;
She's busy doing twice what you're too drunk to do once.
work. love.
And he may hurt me even more when she ain't around.
I'm no fool.
I'll be quiet

(no, not me. Him. Begins with a C')
You see,
there is history in these handcuffs.
There is pain.
the truth.
there is blood,
but there are no screams-
that's for sissies.

let's not forget the small green bottles hidden in pockets of suits and winter coats at Deliverence Evangelical Church, New York, New York:
the back turned slightly.
the contents quickly swallowed while mom obliviously praise God.
but I'm praising God too,
with one eye
and I see everything
he did.
But God is omnipotent.
Praise Him!

the clapping which was not for support. ( God,
please get me out of the audience )

The "C word.
We laugh
We cry
We're in the audience
But sis has a different interpretation of what we're both observing.
/ I must have done something wrong.
apparently I must have asked to be born
to whom I was born/
before I was born
(God, remove my restraints)
Now,
Learning everything by
Listening to big bunches of nothing
From enemies who are close friends of each other
In time of need going their separate ways after bartime,
But sister, playing with dolls in the living room says 'leave my daddy alone.'
while the back of my neck is pressed down to keep my back bent over the ironing board
as the other hand holds a thick black leather belt to slam against my naked ass
while the supremes song, 'where did our love go?' is playing on the radio,
the beat-down is only shortly interrupted by the announcement that Martin Luther King Jr was just shot..

The effects of him.
of him and those damn bottles...

&
if he stood still for a minute and listened
& watched
& cared,
he could have heard the slow seeping out of what ever volume of love my little heart contained.
I petitioned.
I begged for compassion.
In between slaps and scalding hot baths.
In between humiliation, emasculation and degradation.
Cirrhosis; that's it.
The effects of him.
slap 1 across the face back hand
2 across the face slap
3 a bath in scalding water. Steam rising off the ankles.
4 slap
5 you damn sissy slap
6 damn mama's boy slap
7 slap
8 Shut up! Don't be a sissy! Slap
9 back hand slap Be a man!
10 years old.... Applause.
And.
Curtains.
End scene...

I was brought into this world in handcuffs
1962 1972 1982 1992 1996 may he rest in peace 2000 2001 2002 2003
handcuffs still on
(where's the key?)
2004
handcuffs off

--alexgeorge



                                                          My annual father's day re-posting

1962.
him;

don't forget the bottles
of muscatel clanking
empty

in yards of broken champagne flute glasses
and lost memories of celebratory toasts;
empty.
slobbering stammering and stuttering a language;
the C' word.
in a pitch low enough that only other alcoholics can interpret.
in a pitch high enough that only other dogs can hear.


brought into this world in handcuffs,
still I stutter;
a life in restraints.
shy by history.

(begins with a C')

him;
This giant of a man. At five feet seven.

Back in the 50's
(he,
who has been found drunk,
in ditches in Memphis)

1969
Don't bother mom;
She's busy doing twice what you're too drunk to do once.
work. love.
And he may hurt me even more when she ain't around.
I'm no fool.
I'll be quiet

(no, not me. Him. Begins with a C')
You see,
there is history in these handcuffs.
There is pain.
the truth.
there is blood,
but there are no screams-
that's for sissies.

let's not forget the small green bottles hidden in pockets of suits and winter coats at Deliverence Evangelical Church, New York, New York:
the back turned slightly.
the contents quickly swallowed while mom obliviously praise God.
but I'm praising God too,
with one eye
and I see everything
he did.
But God is omnipotent.
Praise Him!

the clapping which was not for support. ( God,
please get me out of the audience )

The "C word.
We laugh
We cry
We're in the audience
But sis has a different interpretation of what we're both observing.
/ I must have done something wrong.
apparently I must have asked to be born
to whom I was born/
before I was born
(God, remove my restraints)
Now,
Learning everything by
Listening to big bunches of nothing
From enemies who are close friends of each other
In time of need going their separate ways after bartime,
But sister, playing with dolls in the living room says 'leave my daddy alone.'
while the back of my neck is pressed down to keep my back bent over the ironing board
as the other hand holds a thick black leather belt to slam against my naked ass
while the supremes song, 'where did our love go?' is playing on the radio,
the beat-down is only shortly interrupted by the announcement that Martin Luther King Jr was just shot..

The effects of him.
of him and those damn bottles...

&
if he stood still for a minute and listened
& watched
& cared,
he could have heard the slow seeping out of what ever volume of love my little heart contained.
I petitioned.
I begged for compassion.
In between slaps and scalding hot baths.
In between humiliation, emasculation and degradation.
Cirrhosis; that's it.
The effects of him.
slap 1 across the face back hand
2 across the face slap
3 a bath in scalding water. Steam rising off the ankles.
4 slap
5 you damn sissy slap
6 damn mama's boy slap
7 slap
8 Shut up! Don't be a sissy! Slap
9 back hand slap Be a man!
10 years old.... Applause.
And.
Curtains.
End scene...

I was brought into this world in handcuffs
1962 1972 1982 1992 1996 may he rest in peace 2000 2001 2002 2003
handcuffs still on
(where's the key?)
2004
handcuffs off

--alexgeorge - See more at: http://seville10.blogspot.com/2010/01/effects-of-him.html#sthash.ZIwjvyyL.dpuf
1962.
him;

don't forget the bottles
of muscatel clanking
empty

in yards of broken champagne flute glasses
and lost memories of celebratory toasts;
empty.
slobbering stammering and stuttering a language;
the C' word.
in a pitch low enough that only other alcoholics can interpret.
in a pitch high enough that only other dogs can hear.


brought into this world in handcuffs,
still I stutter;
a life in restraints.
shy by history.

(begins with a C')

him;
This giant of a man. At five feet seven.

Back in the 50's
(he,
who has been found drunk,
in ditches in Memphis)

1969
Don't bother mom;
She's busy doing twice what you're too drunk to do once.
work. love.
And he may hurt me even more when she ain't around.
I'm no fool.
I'll be quiet

(no, not me. Him. Begins with a C')
You see,
there is history in these handcuffs.
There is pain.
the truth.
there is blood,
but there are no screams-
that's for sissies.

let's not forget the small green bottles hidden in pockets of suits and winter coats at Deliverence Evangelical Church, New York, New York:
the back turned slightly.
the contents quickly swallowed while mom obliviously praise God.
but I'm praising God too,
with one eye
and I see everything
he did.
But God is omnipotent.
Praise Him!

the clapping which was not for support. ( God,
please get me out of the audience )

The "C word.
We laugh
We cry
We're in the audience
But sis has a different interpretation of what we're both observing.
/ I must have done something wrong.
apparently I must have asked to be born
to whom I was born/
before I was born
(God, remove my restraints)
Now,
Learning everything by
Listening to big bunches of nothing
From enemies who are close friends of each other
In time of need going their separate ways after bartime,
But sister, playing with dolls in the living room says 'leave my daddy alone.'
while the back of my neck is pressed down to keep my back bent over the ironing board
as the other hand holds a thick black leather belt to slam against my naked ass
while the supremes song, 'where did our love go?' is playing on the radio,
the beat-down is only shortly interrupted by the announcement that Martin Luther King Jr was just shot..

The effects of him.
of him and those damn bottles...

&
if he stood still for a minute and listened
& watched
& cared,
he could have heard the slow seeping out of what ever volume of love my little heart contained.
I petitioned.
I begged for compassion.
In between slaps and scalding hot baths.
In between humiliation, emasculation and degradation.
Cirrhosis; that's it.
The effects of him.
slap 1 across the face back hand
2 across the face slap
3 a bath in scalding water. Steam rising off the ankles.
4 slap
5 you damn sissy slap
6 damn mama's boy slap
7 slap
8 Shut up! Don't be a sissy! Slap
9 back hand slap Be a man!
10 years old.... Applause.
And.
Curtains.
End scene...

I was brought into this world in handcuffs
1962 1972 1982 1992 1996 may he rest in peace 2000 2001 2002 2003
handcuffs still on
(where's the key?)
2004
handcuffs off

--alexgeorge - See more at: http://seville10.blogspot.com/2010/01/effects-of-him.html#sthash.ZIwjvyyL.dpuf
1962.
him;

don't forget the bottles
of muscatel clanking
empty

in yards of broken champagne flute glasses
and lost memories of celebratory toasts;
empty.
slobbering stammering and stuttering a language;
the C' word.
in a pitch low enough that only other alcoholics can interpret.
in a pitch high enough that only other dogs can hear.


brought into this world in handcuffs,
still I stutter;
a life in restraints.
shy by history.

(begins with a C')

him;
This giant of a man. At five feet seven.

Back in the 50's
(he,
who has been found drunk,
in ditches in Memphis)

1969
Don't bother mom;
She's busy doing twice what you're too drunk to do once.
work. love.
And he may hurt me even more when she ain't around.
I'm no fool.
I'll be quiet

(no, not me. Him. Begins with a C')
You see,
there is history in these handcuffs.
There is pain.
the truth.
there is blood,
but there are no screams-
that's for sissies.

let's not forget the small green bottles hidden in pockets of suits and winter coats at Deliverence Evangelical Church, New York, New York:
the back turned slightly.
the contents quickly swallowed while mom obliviously praise God.
but I'm praising God too,
with one eye
and I see everything
he did.
But God is omnipotent.
Praise Him!

the clapping which was not for support. ( God,
please get me out of the audience )

The "C word.
We laugh
We cry
We're in the audience
But sis has a different interpretation of what we're both observing.
/ I must have done something wrong.
apparently I must have asked to be born
to whom I was born/
before I was born
(God, remove my restraints)
Now,
Learning everything by
Listening to big bunches of nothing
From enemies who are close friends of each other
In time of need going their separate ways after bartime,
But sister, playing with dolls in the living room says 'leave my daddy alone.'
while the back of my neck is pressed down to keep my back bent over the ironing board
as the other hand holds a thick black leather belt to slam against my naked ass
while the supremes song, 'where did our love go?' is playing on the radio,
the beat-down is only shortly interrupted by the announcement that Martin Luther King Jr was just shot..

The effects of him.
of him and those damn bottles...

&
if he stood still for a minute and listened
& watched
& cared,
he could have heard the slow seeping out of what ever volume of love my little heart contained.
I petitioned.
I begged for compassion.
In between slaps and scalding hot baths.
In between humiliation, emasculation and degradation.
Cirrhosis; that's it.
The effects of him.
slap 1 across the face back hand
2 across the face slap
3 a bath in scalding water. Steam rising off the ankles.
4 slap
5 you damn sissy slap
6 damn mama's boy slap
7 slap
8 Shut up! Don't be a sissy! Slap
9 back hand slap Be a man!
10 years old.... Applause.
And.
Curtains.
End scene...

I was brought into this world in handcuffs
1962 1972 1982 1992 1996 may he rest in peace 2000 2001 2002 2003
handcuffs still on
(where's the key?)
2004
handcuffs off

--alexgeorge - See more at: http://seville10.blogspot.com/2010/01/effects-of-him.html#sthash.ZIwjvyyL.dpuf
1962.
him;

don't forget the bottles
of muscatel clanking
empty

in yards of broken champagne flute glasses
and lost memories of celebratory toasts;
empty.
slobbering stammering and stuttering a language;
the C' word.
in a pitch low enough that only other alcoholics can interpret.
in a pitch high enough that only other dogs can hear.


brought into this world in handcuffs,
still I stutter;
a life in restraints.
shy by history.

(begins with a C')

him;
This giant of a man. At five feet seven.

Back in the 50's
(he,
who has been found drunk,
in ditches in Memphis)

1969
Don't bother mom;
She's busy doing twice what you're too drunk to do once.
work. love.
And he may hurt me even more when she ain't around.
I'm no fool.
I'll be quiet

(no, not me. Him. Begins with a C')
You see,
there is history in these handcuffs.
There is pain.
the truth.
there is blood,
but there are no screams-
that's for sissies.

let's not forget the small green bottles hidden in pockets of suits and winter coats at Deliverence Evangelical Church, New York, New York:
the back turned slightly.
the contents quickly swallowed while mom obliviously praise God.
but I'm praising God too,
with one eye
and I see everything
he did.
But God is omnipotent.
Praise Him!

the clapping which was not for support. ( God,
please get me out of the audience )

The "C word.
We laugh
We cry
We're in the audience
But sis has a different interpretation of what we're both observing.
/ I must have done something wrong.
apparently I must have asked to be born
to whom I was born/
before I was born
(God, remove my restraints)
Now,
Learning everything by
Listening to big bunches of nothing
From enemies who are close friends of each other
In time of need going their separate ways after bartime,
But sister, playing with dolls in the living room says 'leave my daddy alone.'
while the back of my neck is pressed down to keep my back bent over the ironing board
as the other hand holds a thick black leather belt to slam against my naked ass
while the supremes song, 'where did our love go?' is playing on the radio,
the beat-down is only shortly interrupted by the announcement that Martin Luther King Jr was just shot..

The effects of him.
of him and those damn bottles...

&
if he stood still for a minute and listened
& watched
& cared,
he could have heard the slow seeping out of what ever volume of love my little heart contained.
I petitioned.
I begged for compassion.
In between slaps and scalding hot baths.
In between humiliation, emasculation and degradation.
Cirrhosis; that's it.
The effects of him.
slap 1 across the face back hand
2 across the face slap
3 a bath in scalding water. Steam rising off the ankles.
4 slap
5 you damn sissy slap
6 damn mama's boy slap
7 slap
8 Shut up! Don't be a sissy! Slap
9 back hand slap Be a man!
10 years old.... Applause.
And.
Curtains.
End scene...

I was brought into this world in handcuffs
1962 1972 1982 1992 1996 may he rest in peace 2000 2001 2002 2003
handcuffs still on
(where's the key?)
2004
handcuffs off

--alexgeorge - See more at: http://seville10.blogspot.com/2010/01/effects-of-him.html#sthash.ZIwjvyyL.dpuf

mr casey


Take some beatings.

Take them rough.

Take then till youve

Had enough.



Some  back hand face-slappings;

Thatll do.

Take them til youre

Black and blue.



Take a scalding.

Take it hot.

Take it til it

hurts to squat.


Take a poison
drink all of it 
 Take it 'til it
Hurts to shit.
 

Take many insults

But dont shed a tear

Therell be plenty plenty plenty more

Throughout the coming years



Take all of the above

And seal them with a kiss.

God bless you

If you can live through this.



Happy Father’s Day,
mr casey   

-alexgeorge 



                                           (My annual  father's day re-posting)



Take a  beating.
Take it rough.
Take it till youve
Had enough.

A face-slapping;
Thatll do.
Take it til youre
Black and blue

Take a scalding.
Take it hot.
Take it til it
hurts to squat.

Take many insults
But dont shed a tear
Therell be plenty more
Throughout the coming years

Take all of the above
And seal them with a kiss.
God bless you
If you can live through this.
- See more at: http://seville10.blogspot.com/search?q=live+through+this#sthash.5po9OEwx.dpuf