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I am feeling GREAT today…
exceptionally GREAT! Though today I came to realize that no matter what is going on around me I have to worry ’bout “My Star Player”, myself! LOL I got that from Kat Williams [LOL] com’n that was funny. But on a serious note what it is, is that I had to admit I am not a hero and I can’t do it all… I wanna save the world but I can’t! I have children and if I don’t get me in order I can’t and will never be able to do anything great for them… Its been a ‘Hard Knock Life’, failed relationship, children, moved and disappointed a few people, but I know He got my back and for that… I Praise GOD! I am gonna humble myself again! Focus! and get the remainder of this so-called life on track so it would be evident to the world who MY STAR PLAYER is… ME!

So today I let it all go…
The fighting!
The worrying!
The stress!
The not living right!
The everything….

I need to turn this leaf over and get this ball rolling. I am 34 and still got big dreams. I wanna be published when I’m 35. Start a lucrative business. And be there for every one of my children and my family…

Well, easier said then done right? Yea, you right! So I am gonna get to it…
Just wanted to share my thoughts.

***Hey btw check out “Hope is LOST” this MAY right here on my blog, ‘Da Poets Corner dotcom’. There will be a poem every day about a man who has lost hope in love, life, relationships and more… Follow his story and let me know what you think…


Ok so I had a thought today (4/27) and figured I would write a few haikus about a man who has lost hope of LOVE, Life and everything else…

The plan is to write one piece a day, at least I’m gonna try to write 1 a day, for the next 30 days…

I hope you like the idea and effort of this idea. Heres his official introduction:

What does it matter?

A NAME! Love wouldn’t know it!

Nor will u recall…

Bullets have no name…

But every social event

they make appearance…

Whats there to hope for?

Love’s gone, tomorrows’ today

said yesterday’s dead…

This is my story.

Scribbled words of pain and love,

lifes’ adversity…

& ME!


if I had it my way, I would pour a full cup over and over…

lose myself in every sip

within every be-an it’s made of

enjoy it

talk with it

hold it as if it were the last cup every made

devour it

explode in it, from it, because it

gives me a shot of adrenaline to get through the hours of boredom without it

but not in a rush

slow sips and if it drips on to my tongue

seductive licks

because this,

 is the best coffee I know

early in the morning the smell makes me smile glad to be alive

afternoon sips in the office

refresh every part of me

an end of the day cup gives me the joy to know that this coffee is all for me

and tomorrow will soon come so I can enjoy it again…

         Colombian Coffee,

                                                  Good to the last drop…


 

Simply put,

“When I write its like a dance instructor telling my fingers and this pen how to waltz across each line…”

-Marcus J


Crossing the street,

In the midst of the crosswalk

Between traffic, BAM it hits me….

I have never rubbed elbows with the rich and wealthy

Except on an east side train to the village…

 

Watching Friends marathon

Boxers and socks

Alone in bed

6 glasses of pinto grigio later, BAM it hits me…

Love doesn’t know me,

Loneliness is my only friend and (my) life is empty…

 

Standing in the midst of a city that never sleeps

Promotes a naked cowboy

But arrests a human Spider-Man showing his talents, scaling its tallest building

Shoots innocent men 40 some odd times

Beats another for rushing to a City Council meeting and BAM it hits me…

For 34 years I’ve lived here

2 failed relationships, three and half years locked away in the mountains and 4 children later

I think its time for a change…

 

When did it hit you???