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Poetry

this makes sense… (#1)

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a poem a day for National Poetry Month: revisiting a poem post from 9/16/10 from my “this makes sense” series of random poetic musings, check out the entire series and tell me what ya think:

 

 

I just wrote this totally random poem.  It might not make sense, but I don’t think I particularly care.  It just was a stream of consciousness thing I had to get out.   Thanks for reading y’all, it means way more than I think any of you realize….

"I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells" Dr. Seuss

#fact

i believe in love

but

i’m pretty sure i hate everything

and i’m almost convinced

that

everything hates me

call me a cynic

but that’s not my name

yeah, i probably do hate everything

but i survive

on love

this makes sense

on some planet

where i fit in without changing

where my square pegness

fits into a divine round (w)holeness

where even my pessimism is hopeful

and imagination is my reality

where nothing makes sense

but everything does

and i can hate everything

and love you.

yes, this makes sense.

 

 

Make sure to check this one out too…  It is my second favorite in the series…

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imaginary worlds: contracts

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stick figures signing a contract

Sign your life... umm I mean your name on the dotted line.

 

 

I was talking to my buddy Brandelyn of BeeNCee.com about my budding web design business (shameless plug) and how I now have to write contracts/service agreements.  When I first began I perused the den of iniquity internet to find templates or guides.  This greatly frustrated me because I don’t understand all the legalese.  I barely have English down, how do you suppose I add “Legalese” to my life?

 

I didn’t want to give someone a contract stating things even I don’t understand.  Basically what I ended up doing is writing simple and thorough agreements in plain English, do it my way.  Well, the foolish Brandelyn gave me a suggestion that I think I will share and embellish upon for you on this blog.  Foolish, it’s what I do.  What do you think of this?

A sample contract per Brandelyn’s bad influence guidance and encouragement

Services

I’m gonna do all the sh*t we talked about, nothing less, and definitely nothing more.   You know what it is.

Payment

Have my money FOOL, half now, half when I finish fixing your site.  Pay up or you will be visited by three ghosts:

 

 

Deebo from the movie "Friday"

Deebo

drawing of a fist

my fist

megaphone

Megaphone (I'm gonna tell it to anyone who will listen!)

Deadline

ASAP-ly, I want to get paid about as much as you want the work done.  We’ll work it out and sh*t.

Wouldn’t that be oh-so-simple?  No? Not business- like? Oh……  Guess I’ll stick to my simple and thorough agreements.  I had to ask.

for more imaginary worlds: Imaginary Worlds Series

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imaginary worlds, part 3: Auntie Jackie

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So me and my good ol’ buddy ol’ pal Renisha (personal trainer extraordinaire of the fab site Renewed Fitness) were having our usual daily GChat conversations chock full o’ foolishness.  Just harmless ratchettness.   Yet somehow we got transported to an imaginary land of “urban” (I hate that word) shenanigans…  see what had happened was:

Welsome to the twisted minds of Alise & Renisha... *evil cackle*

Renisha:  someone just tweeted : I think I sprang my ankle
(-__-)

me:  sigh…

Renisha:  right

me:  get yo cousins
I know they are yours
gotta be

Renisha:  your auntie tweeted that
aint my fault she can’t get her grammar right

me:  Auntie Jackie
she got an auburn black-folk mullet, and wears velour sweatsuits (this is my imaginary auntie)

Pepa circa 1980-sumfin' is Aunt Jackie's hair-spiration.

Renisha:  purple ones

me:  YASSS!

Renisha:  with white k-swiss

me:  and a Goach bag
you know, the ones with all the G’s on it

All velour AIRTHANG!

Renisha:  and a pinky ring
a big gold one

me:  and door knocker earings, with about 5 more ear piercings with gold studs in themand a herringbone chain, a thick one

Yes, Auntie Jackie is a baller!

Renisha:  she drives a 83 cadillaa beige one

me:  with with vanity plates: HOTMAMA1

Renisha:  the seats got the stuffin coming out of themand radio don’t work

me:  she plays a walkman in the car

Forget Maybach Music, Auntie Jackie is rocking "Coupe De Ville Music" on her Walkman. She is the epitome of sophistication.

Renisha:she got that green shag carpet in her house and plastic on her furniture

Renisha:  there’s one “genteman caller” who’s always sittin in one chair when we come over
watchin football

me:  her oldest son is in jail  and so is her on-again off-again husbandhe in jail to, that’s why her “friend” is always there

class. style. elegance. What do these three things have in common? ... They all left the building.

Renisha:  she got her dining room table in the kitchen
when you pull outcho chair it hits the refrigerator

me:  with mismatch chairs
she got a couch on her porch

Renisha:  with a rockin chair and an old end table where she snaps her peas

me:  and sips on her Arbor Mist

Tell Auntie Jackie this ain't fancy and she'll call you a LIE!

Renisha:  in her house shoesthe slip in ones with the terry cloth

me: you forgot about her acrylic long nails, with the old lady rounded tips

Renisha:  aw dang
don’t catch her when she just woke up
she’ll answer the door in her house coat

me:  and her epic slave hair scarf

SHARP!

Renisha:  how the heck did we get into all this?

me:  I forget, lol

Renisha:  it all started with “I think I sprang my ankle”me:  why we so dumb?

The moral of this story is that GChat is where all coherence, reality, and sense goes to die.  Thanks for playing along.

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imaginary worlds, part deux

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So last time I left you wonderful folks I had met my imaginary dream guy in the coffee shop having a flirty banter (Part 1).  My wicked imagination of course made a whole dream world that myself and Alexander would experience.  While in the coffee shop mid-dream I was awoken by mystery gentleman’s in real life ringtone on his fancy little smart phone… it was a salsa tune.  After that he left, but then I fell back into my dream sequence, but it fast forwarded 10 years.

I will tell the tale in pictures.  Why?  Because pictures are fun, and that’s what I wanna do… hmph *folds arms* Enjoy:

handcuff wedding ring
After a whirlwind courtship Alex convinced me to get arrested, ummmm, I mean married. Anyone who could convince me to come together in holy purgatory, I mean matrimony, must be mighty perfect.

This is our wedding song, he vetoed “I’ll Be Dat” by Redman , so being the gracious and overall awesome person that I am let him have his way.  Compromise and sh*t.:

black family
So after lots of hot butt nekkid hanging from the chandelier sex we had two beautiful perfect chilluns, Alex Jr. and Alicia.  This is our most recent photo. I was pleased with the children’s afros.  No Just For Me perms and crap for my babies.  As you can see Alex cut off his locs, I don’t play that receding hairline/loc mess. No Loc Mess Monsters in my house, no m’am.
beach house
Our modest little beach house in the Caribbean.  Fancy huh?  We sit and read books together, short walks on the beach (I am lazy), and talk about how wonderful and perfect we are (modesty is everything).

It’s a shame I woke up.  Mystery man leaves the coffee shop and I go back to my mundane real life waiting for the next fantasitcal daydream.  Until next time….

Caffeine is a hell of a drug.