Word To The Wise

Word to the wise, open your eyes and notice the purpose in front of you. Notice how protected you've been. Notice how you came out of nothing and made something. Notice that those situations that should have killed you, didn't. Notice that you keep being blessed in every way possible. Notice that all your needs are met, and many of your wants are too. Notice that the things you use to worry about are no longer a concern. Notice that your future is brighter than it's ever been. Notice that you are truly surrounded by love. Notice that the relationships you have now have are meaningful. Notice that the people around you are blessed. Notice that you live with such inspiration. Notice that your gift is aways being manifested. Notice that the little things mean more than a lot of the bigger things. Notice that you have so many options. Notice that whatever you choose ends in blessings. Notice that you stumbled but never hit the ground. Notice that when you are weak, you were carried. Notice that you wrote this without any hesitation. Word to wise, never, never forget these things and be glad and rejoice in all that He has done for you and continues too.

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What else was I suppose to do or be? If you only knew the things I've seen.

Sun Shine Between My Blinds

Good morning sun shine as you squeeze between the blinds and dance upon my face. Good morning to the scent that you bring from morning dew. Good morning to the musical outside my window. Good morning and thank you for the applause given by the trees that sway in your winds. Good morning to thought of one day waking next to you daily. Good morning to the embrace that awaits me. Good morning to the smile that is forever painted in my thoughts that is so perfectly captured by the light of the day. Good morning to the fact that I've been allowed to all this beauty and for that I say GOOD MORNING!

Afraid

I love you and I ain't afraid to say it. I think about you and I ain't afraid to say it. I want you and I ain't afraid to say. I wonder what you're up too and I ain't afraid to say it. I ain't afraid...

Hi God

Hi God. Thank you for today and yesterday. Thank you for words that allow for expression. Thank you for giving thought to me. Thank you for the many angels that imcamp themselves around me to protect me from any hurt harm or danger. Thank you for not giving up on me, and continuing to feed into me. Thank you for favor over my life. Thank you for your presence in my life. Thank you for those that pray for me. Thank you for family, friends and those that you place in my life to serve a purpose. Thank you that you allow me to sometimes bring light into a situation. Thank you, thank you for forgiving me of my short comings and failures and teaching me to do better. Thank you for all that you do, not only for me, but for the countless others that you do for. Please allow anyone that is near me to experience you on a whole new level. I want them all to blessed in everything thing that they do. Please continue to mold, shape, guide and keep me near you and on the right path. Do not allow me to fall short of your glory. Redirect me unto you so that I may remain with you at all times. Strengthen me where I am weak! I need you like never before and thank you for being with me like never before. Thank you for your son who saves me daily. Thank you Father.

My Name is Jade

I remember it like it was yesterday. The first bag of weed I sold was in a park. I'd dove right in by buying my way in and off my name. While I'd been around drugs all my life, I hadn't tried any, nor had I sold any. My boy said, "aight, you up! He gone want the same thing everytime you see him", which was an ounce of weed. In my earlier days I always carried a pistol and that day was no exception. I must say I was nervous. I mean, I didn't know this dude from no where and I was about to get into a truck with him to conduct business. If there's one thing I knew about this business, it was that you can't trust no one! All kinds of thoughts were running through my head: Is this a setup? Is this nigga gone try to rob me? How much is an ounce again? How much change is he suppose to get? Yeah all kinds of thoughts. I was so consumed, it's amazing I didn't shoot the dude from nerves alone lol. All-in-all, the business went smooth and only took a few seconds. A few words, weed and money was exchanged and just like that, we were done and I'd made my first "profit", which was something like $50 in a few seconds. Now understand, my supply didn't come from your average supplier so my profits were better than my competitors. Yep, that's how my first pitstop went. I wonder if he remembers my name....Jade.

My Name is Jade

You ever look around the room and feel an advantage? Whether it's beauty, smarts, ability, charisma or wisdom you can sense an advantage. Maybe it's you or another person in the room, it's undeniable. I've found myself in all types of rooms with all types of personalities and there were many times where I felt that I had the advantage. It's probably because I'm an observer more than anything else. I just notice things that others tend to overlook. Tonight was different though; as I found myself separating thoughts and formulating a plan to work both sides of an idea.

As with most things, places and people, there's competition, but instead of competing why not combine the resources to a new never before done structure. I mean, why fight over something that seemingly is never going to run out. How do I remain in the "competition", but not really be competing? How can I get the people in the room to want my way without them realizing that I'm playing both sides...shoot, in fact, I'm playing all sides. This could certainly get me killed, but it could also give new meaning to power. Let's face it, people in this business don't last long without true power. So knowing that, I'd have to learn how and when to acquire it.

You have many "levels" of a "drug business" and each "organization" is ran differently, just as Coke-A-Cola is ran differently from Pepsi. Understanding that there are differences is important but understanding what the differences are is more important (at least from my standpoint). Everything from where a plant is harvested, grown and picked is important because it all starts there. From there, there's the "chemist" which does any necessary missing, cutting, adding etc. before it is ready for large scale packaging. With any package there's shipping and with any shipping there's a recipient and ultimately they are distributor. The one making the money in this is the owner of the "packaging" process. Think of it as a sweat shop; the first person touching the item is the one in the sweat shop and from there it grows, but the one in the middle is actually the one on top. They control everything and therefore they are the ones with power. They are known as "kartels". They have close ties to every level of the "business" and their reach goes a lot further than you may think. If you want to get to that level, you better be prepared for anything that WILL come your way and you better not flinch a muscle when you do. This is my story and my name is Jade.

Make of Heaven

Will you come look at this... This smooth chocolate, gorgeous angel that seemingly was sent by the heavens is here with me. Like how did I get so lucky to have her desires swing into my corner? How in a sea of plenty, all is calm in the midst of a storm? Her smile stops my concerns and her embrace speaks a foreign language thats only for my ear. Stories are told in the pit of her eyes that tell tales that not even her mind is prepared for. Come see how the storm doesn't even touch her and her beauty remains in place. I can't even look away from its pull. She'll always be this in my eye of this I am certain. This...this make of heaven.

Dance With Me

creep up next to me like smooth music and dance to this flow. Move right to my left and swig to my sway and be my swag that's like wow. woman touch me like the bass vibes in the corner that makes this motion flow like loving thats right and good. Not only expressed through words but unspoken outbursts of woo. Push up on this like I'm the 1! The 1 that after we twine you gone wanna tell somebody but you'll better not too. shake that curvature that keeps my poetic rhythm in sync. adjust my tempo to match that sway of your ocean as i dive in feet first, only coming up for brief breaths of life. Yeah, move that fiber of you as its nutrition is absorbed into me. feel our bodies stretch into new areas and let the sweat of your creams pour over me until we cum to the end of our motion.

Hey DJ, rewind that!

In Box

It's interesting that some of these post were written a long time ago and yet they flow with all the writings on here.... well duh it is the same author.

Ok so I am getting in boxed now, so here's what i'd like for you to do...if you have poems, send them to me and i will post it and give you all the credit.

No Title

Woman I will love you for the rest of my days. You have been a pleasure in everyway. In many of them, it has been a surprise. While I may not get the chance to have you in the capicity I'd like, I will delight in the measure we shared. You've taught me things along the way and I pray that they remain with me always. I'm not going to list the many things that light my face when thinking of you, but I will say that it was all of you that did and some of what you didn't.

Wake Up Woman

Guess who's back, it's me people. I'm that brother that'll spit that game that'll have yo ass backing it up on me. Stop fronting like you don't know, cause I had yo ass up in the air just the other night. Stop it now! Anywho, yeah I'm back to let yawl know that the game has changed a lil. For those that don't know what I mean, all I'm going to say is that things ain't always as they seem. Yeah, we (men) got dirt, but don't be so crazy to think that these chickens ain't got none too. Yeah you might be laying in another mans wet spot, if you know what I mean. Heck it could be mine...shoot if she bout 5'7 with light brown eyes and curly hair, then you might wanna check yo sheets. I'm just saying. Yeah so anyway these women ain't playing no mo. My dude my advice is to get yo world back from these chics and recognize that the game has been stolen right from underneath you. Stop buying these broads shit. Stop taking them out to dinner and buying flowers in shit. Don't be making them cd's and taking them on trips. Man cut all that out dude! Man look, all these chics want is dick and money...that's it! They ain't looking for no substance as nigga. They don't care that you got standards. They ain't trying to hear all that shit! Yeah yeah, I feel you...they all say that that's what they want but bottom line when that shit is presented, they gone run right to me and imma have that ass up in the air without lifting a finger. Shit matter of fact imma be hitting it while looking at the pretty ass flowers you got this chic. Man so what that you wanna do right! Christian?!? What dat mean? Man look, money and dick...dick and money....look my dude, I got em both and a nigga ain't hurtin for no bitch, ya dig...Now on the other hand, what you got to show for yo punk ass gifts? or yo soft as music? or any of that shit you be doing? Man, I'm just saying, cut that shit out! These women don't want that shit and they don't care how beautiful you may see them as. Stop telling em that crap! They ain't listening... You be trying to feed into them, but are they returning the favor? Hell no they ain't! So stop that shit! Let them keep dropping those drawls and giving me exactly what I want from them, which ironically is - NOTHING!!!

Sorry I missed You

Love don't live here anymore. I'm sorry but there was a sale on another house that couldn't be passed up. Love packed up and took all it's possessions with it. Love did leave a note behind just in case you showed up looking for it. I can't find it right now but I did memorize it. It went like this:

Sorry I missed you or better yet sorry you missed me. Its been good but you and I know this house was meant to be a home and your keys just never fit these locks. This house was built with a 2 car garage which fit us well, but you stayed out trying to find that 3rd door. These was walls were made to keep and protect us, but you seemed determined to knock them down. The colors that we picked displayed such charm but all the while I ignored your true color that was before me. Oh I cleaned the windows after being inspired by you as I now see right through...you. While the space you now stand is empty, it was once filled with substance and I pray that you remember it, cause where you now lay your head is filled with poverty beyond monetary. I'm still hoping that you find what it is that you are looking for out there, but yeah I had to go. I found a new house and I am enjoying making it a home. You should stop by one day when you find the time. Sorry but no you can't come here; it's just simply not made for you.

P.S You'll always have a place in my heart, no matter how small it may be :)

Future

I wish I could make it clear just how much you mean to me. The only way to let you know is simply to tell you.

You mean the future to me

Happy Thursday

This Aint For You

Excuse me but uh this ain't for you. You had it but misused it. It was yours but you didn't appreciate it. You overlooked it's charm and settled for bland. You kissed it away as it was seeking you. You questioned its meaning and all the while it was designed for you. You didn't reach back when an extend was needed. You didn't stand, but rather you rode the bench in spectator mode. You didn't believe in the possibilities and killed hope. You thought sex would keep me, but boy were you mislead. You thought beauty would be enough but...WHAT, WHY?!? You ignored every dream and let them die without a fight. You didn't expect me to bounce but then again I'm not surprised you thought that way. Yeah this most certainly ain't for you! No really this ain't for you!

Keyboard

F and J is the way I want your touch to be. Run across me like the K and D underneath you. Feel me up as if I'm the S and L at your ring finger. A I'm talking to you who grips my space of rest. Now put it into action and some C about me.

My Name is Jade

My father made a name for himself and to this day there are untold stories. I was reminded of some of them the other day while riding with my brother. During small talk my brother said, "man for a minute I swore we were a mob family", and I couldn't help but remember that he was not my dad's son (directly that is), so in some ways he didn't get the full understanding of my bloodline. I wanted to tell him that yes the black mob existed and yes we were surrounded by it daily, but I kept silent.
You see I learned early that silence is golden and it is very powerful. My father never hesitated to take me around situations. I'm not sure why he felt so comfortable doing so, but none-the-less, that's what he'd do. I remember a night where my father and I went to some ladies house and there were other kids there playing video games. He told me to stay put for a minute and that he'd be right back. He was dressed in all black and he was wearing a leather jacket (shoot I'd like to have that jacket now). I could tell that something wasn't right but I also knew that I needed to follow my fathers orders. No sooner than I turned my back to go play with the other kids, I heard "No, come on man, it wasn't me" and it was followed by 2 distinctive sounds. 1 was the sound of a man being slapped and the other was the echo that rang through the house which came from a bullet being fired into someone. I am not sure if you've ever heard a sound like that but I can promise you that it's a sound that you would never forget. Of course all of us that heard it, stopped what we were doing and starred down the hall awaiting for what was next and the what next would be my father coming and saying, "aight, let's roll pal". I'm smiling now, not because of what I heard but I remember that that was his name for me...Pal.
We never spoke of the sound or anything about the house, kids or anything. It was just an understanding that silence was golden. It's amazing what my ears have heard and eyes have seen, but what's more amazing is that I've never spoken of any of these things over the 30 years I've been around.
These are my memoirs and my name is Jade!

Recently Discovered

I discovered something on this walk and thought I'd share it. With one step at a time you arrive at your destination with many memories captured along the way. All the beautiful sights taken in and all the labor that went into your ordered steps were not in vain but placed you in a new promise. A promise that with focus and determination you are were you are need to be. It's a nice feeling to get there but it's also just as nice taking the stroll. You've laid upon me many a day and so nice it was to realize that your heartbeat matched mine, just like that line a movie I once saw. Beat for beat, step for step it was as though purpose had finally been found. I knew at that moment my pace was truly designed to produce beauty and I looked forward to it in many forms. I slowly noticed that we shared many other things too, all of which I smile upon even now. The tone of your skin, the delight in your smile and even the comfort in your touch. Ready-set-go, the race was on, only there was no shout of "go", but still I ran. I see a thing and go, but you teach me to stay in stride and embrace the moments that surround me. Embrace them slowly too. Instead of running into my tomorrow, I'm living in my today.

She Spit Her Passion

She done spit her passion on my heart and I can taste its delight and frankly I enjoy it. She done sent my world into a tailspin and I'm enjoying the ride. She done uplifted my spirit and I want to go higher. She done smiled at me in many of my dreams and I can't wait to rest again. She done kissed my hopes and got me feeling all "yes we can". She done caught me off guard and imma leave my weapon behind. She done got me writing like I'm some sort of author and imma keep typing. She done touched my joy and I need her to not stop. She done got me saying things like don't stop and I'm hoping she won't. She done got me saying WTF and I'm still like WTF. She done hugged my space and I don't need it back. She done, done it and I done got use to wanting it to be done.

150 Hours

Something like 150 away from heaven
Awaiting to be saved
But no one is close enough to extend a line
Girl save me like only you can
I'm reaching for your hand but it's a distance away

-Chorus -

150 hours away from heaven
Tell me how to not think about it
150 hours away from heaven
Tell me how to hold on

-Verse II-

We've held on and experienced love
together
Held close, so close we've shared heartbeats
Your rhythm playing against my song
150 away from an ending tune
Girl save me like only you can

-Chorus-

150 hours away from heaven
Tell me how to not think about it
150 hours away from heaven
Tell me how to hold on

-Verse III-

Save me baby
Pull me from this pit
Hear my hearts beat
It's fading fast
I've got 150 hours to be away from heaven

-Chorus-

Tell me how
Tell me how to not think about it
150 hours away
150 hours away from heaven
Tell me how to hold on

Fading out....