I've been missing you I should be kissing you, I wouldn't tell a lie got a love I can't deny. Late-night I listen for your call it never really matter how you came and went like ocean tides silently falling against a sandy beach. I close my eyes and I see you clear It feels like you're lying here next to me, Honey come back to me. Your love was so sweet like an open flower in bloom I'm dizzy from the time we spent together I thought it would be forever. I keep dreaming about your honey dip sweet sugar-coated lips and loli-pop fingertips. You know that I adored you its the way you loved me that kept me stuck on you like honey glue. "When no one would protect you I'm sorry I wasn't around to make them respect you." "I loved you cause you were my Honey even when I didn't have any money." Now you free among the angels "Babe" bee who you are Mother Nature made you smile on the rising sun there will be no more...

PICTURE MY WORDS Picture My Word is a collection of visual and poetic lyrics and a journey through my perspective on human issues. It is an intimate glimpse into who and what I am as a man, as a black man. I firmly believe that one man's thought is a gift to another man's knowledge. This book is a testament to that philosophy, a painted picture of my thoughts and emotions. Silent Watching I see America, but America doesn't see me. I listen to America, but America doesn't hear me. I'm a Silent Watcher, I'm you, you are me, we are not so different as it might seem. I, like you, search for answers to the unconscious self in the hope of finding the divine being that lies dormant. This standard search for knowledge and a better self enables me to reflect on my experiences. So hear my message and picture my thoughts, for we are not so different. DEGRADATION OF A BLACK MAN A Black Man + No Education = No Job A Black Man + No Job = No Money A Black Man + Crime = Time A ...

"I have been journalizing my thoughts since my early teens. I don't think I would have survived if it wasn't for my camera, pen,  and paper. I thank God every day of my life for giving me this most precious gift, the ability to look inside my inner self and share my soul." "Picture My Word"  My Words, My Wisdom, My Life I dedicate to My Mom Elizabeth Vines RIP    When we lose loved ones to death it can often leave us at a loss for words as we try to reconcile the past. What we should have said, didn’t say cut slowly into our guilt. The loss often takes us back to happy times when innocence carried our hearts far away from the actual pain we try to push aside. I learned the other day an ex- died a tragic self-inflicted death. The finality of death fills me with uncertainty about where my mortal soul will rest. The nature of death can accidentally catch us by surprise like a ticking clock next to an hourglass.  When, where, and how d...

Like a chess game, every move I made right or wrong cemented my image in the eyes of my children. I'm finishing up authoring a book I have been writing over the last 10 years about my experiences as a black father the good, the bad, the ugly and I just want to share some of the manuscripts with you before I release the project. Every chapter of this book was written as the emotional drama unfolded in living color. I hope you will not only feel my pain but see my struggle to survive fatherhood. I never had a clear blueprint to becoming a father because my father died when I was young so I saw choppy pieces of being a father from various role models and family members. I had to figure out a way of piecing together all this information. Here are my thoughts and feelings.'  Black fatherhood men fail to openly communicate about our emotional experiences in a public forum. Outside of barbershops or a drunken depressed stupor most men hold in their feelings of vulnerabil...

We may not directly control the politics in government; white corporate America, educational institutions, Hollywood, the judicial system, and financial institutions, but one thing we do have absolute control over is our own lives and choices that we make. I know choices can be influenced by our circumstances: the reality of police brutality, drugs, unemployment, poverty, broken families, poor education, and gang violence. Personal responsibility is a hard pill to swallow because it is easy to wallow in the misery of being a victim. “I have a felony conviction and can’t find a job so I’m going back to the streets” is an attitude too many young brothers commit to. Too often the fear of incarceration is no longer a deterrent for not going to prison. Lockdown has become a badge of honor rite of passage that some brothers proudly proclaim membership.  It’s difficult to have hope when your future is unclear, unpredictable and bleak because you have an arrest record that the job ma...

People ask me why aren't you married, you seem to be an honorable man?  Yes, every day I'm evolving and find being single a very challenging state that I'm certainly not content with. But I like to also see myself as much wiser now that I'm older and thus choose to make more intelligent choices. I never met what I can say was a bad woman but women who have not been compatible with my spirit. When I was younger relationships occupied my life while I made my life journey. I never gave incompatibility much thought for I figured I had a lifetime to figure out who and what I wanted in a woman. Through this process I'm sure, I fractured some hearts as well as I had my heart pierced by cupid arrow. I often reflect realizing if I had to do it all over there are few things I would change. I arrived at this juncture in my life for better or worse "What If" is no longer a part of my vocabulary. Crazy part I'm a product of two parents who loved each other...