Kids, Don't kiss mommy this morning her mouth is dirty...

Whoa. What a concept. But every man wants it. A blessing from the angels above. A great mother, but also a great lover. 2 weekends ago one of my boys came into town and we discussed just the basics of marriage. He was in love with his wife because she has been his best friend for life. But...he also suggested that it would be cool if she had just a bit more "Whore" in her pesonality...What? I declare it is true "The consumate MotherWhore syndrome"...how could those words escape out of his mouth, his wife is so cool, kind and loving. But he wasn't stretching the truth. All men want this beauty pagent winner with a clean sexual slate, great bill of health, and body to boot. But when the lights go out we want a deadly beast who craves the taste of our labour of love. Yes ladies, forget about being barefoot and pregnant, most men just want you to remember this word...passion. All men crave it. We want our love visible outside of the house, we want you to earn your independence, we want you to live, party and explore. But we also want you to say it is ok to turn the video tape on and watch some porn. We want you to do the cooking in bed sometimes. Ask for it by name. Order it to go. Crave it and we will provide the rest. But in case you fail to recognize what we need...just look at the title of this blog. Imagine a Sunday morning with coffee served in bed. Breakfast served on a platter...The kids come running into the room after "daddy" hands you the napkin..quickly he plays offensive guard, protecting mom and the bed from attack...and he politely says..."Kids, Don't kiss mommy this morning...her mouth is dirty..." The kids look at the dad with unsure eyes..but he quickly scoops them up and takes them out of the room closes the door behind him and leaves you in peace. After all the coffee should kill all of the germs.

en peace.

My Brother Craig...

I have 4 siblings..Craig, Carl, Allison and Russell. They were birthed in that order. Russell is a track star for Round Rock HS. He is pretty good and has a chance at the olympics. My Sister, is a student at Hampton U. and is doing rather well with her grades. She has a boyfriend who lives in Louisiana and he has helped our relationship tremendously. She often calls me just to say what up, and often to get advice. Russell rarely calls, but I guess in time we will formulate a relationship. Our distance and 20 year age gap keeps us apart. But when we see each other, it is as if we have been around each other for a lifetime...why not we have. Carl, he's my ace. A genuine brother who is currently living in Boston. He is a student teacher at a local Public School and will be graduating from Harvard this June. He tells it like it is and I love him for his independence. Me, well, I live in the ATL and I rarely get a chance to go home. I have two homes. 1 in Detroit, 1 in Atlanta. I have a vacation home in Austin. That is how I see it. A child of Divorce forces me to choose which house I will visit during holidays. It can be tough at times, but I often make the best of each situation. Come on you may say, what about your Brother Craig.

Ah, The doctor! THE C.E.O. as some of his friends may call him. He is similar to Carl, but a tad bit quieter. Reserved in his opinions and a international business student at THE Eastern Michigan University. He is also an active member of the National Guard. He studies Japanese and loves foreign cars. Why did I title this Blog My Brother Craig? Because of the one thing that he does that I will always remember him for....his prayer at the table. I give up a quick prayer prior to dining, sometimes it is the "Bless this food o' Lord" prayer, or sometimes it is the "God is good" prayer...(hey it is quick and fast...got to give up the praises and thanks.) and on a rare occasion I will meditate on how blessed my family is and how fortuneate I am for having the ability to eat....often that prayer comes up when I am broke. But Craig...he will pray for at least 1min - 2min easy. Head bowed, eyes closed and food growing colder by the minute. I have never asked him what he says. It is his private universal right. But I do give him credit for doing so. How odd...for me to acknowledge one brothers unique ability to be silent in time...oh yeah, don't get it twisted. Craig is a baller, a partier and lives with his Girlfriend...and I am sure that they are far from Lucy and Ricky...if you get my drift. I don't think he attends church on a regular basis. But his connection to the Most High is so peaceful.

Quick Hitter

I'm alive and kickin, no frontin' no line jumpin just humpin the bump and grind and grinding the bump of her spine. Intertwined with a broken rewind if I keep this up I'm supposed to go blind. Catch my drif, admist a cloud of smoke now I choke from the odd fumes of doom which used to consume my body. Party harty my mates but don't dictate my life with your details of how to find a wife. Quick hitter, noise maker, rolling papers that should be stacked...she's got to go so I can twist my cap.

Rollin' deep, recording slow, working hard always on the go. Rhyming pays only in blogger days but my mind compares riddles to a modern school daze. But Lee was no General but a racist pig, you figure out his role and I'll provide you with a surrrogate pig. I work, I sleep, I dream and I eat...I run but I don't cry...my head fills with drama and I keep staking it sky high...Quick hitter, noise maker, rolling dollars that should be jacked...you have to go so I can lean back.

Storm alert, ice on its way, trembling with the fear that today's the day, am I right with God, or is he cool with me. Triggers on saftey but my mentality is not focused on 3. Just he, the maker the shaker and the Tsunami maker. Oh how big the world seems when the event is overshadowed by the creator. Make it in time, deliver the product but keep it sublime, hidden message sex sells, the world is corrupt so how do we excell. To err is human but I am just a...Quick Hitter, noise maker, rolling rhythms and will one day meet my maker...twist the cap, lean back...I aint ready to go, I aint ready to go.
So I blow...blow away the pain, So I blow, blow away the rain and ice that clog my vision. A break a time away, a perfect mission to get right, to get right with he that made me in his perfect image.

Quick hitter, noise maker, rolling visions and dreams of catered dinners and dubs on cadilacs, twist the cap and lean back...lean back and feel the sun, fell the sun, feel the sunnnnnn..

_En Peace.