Poetry: The Same but Unequal

The Same but Unequal

I am just another black

But to them

I am not black enough

Set adrift on continental, color divide

While maintaining

The same imprisoned qualities

No matter what those judging me

Decide

As I ride

Will they think I am committing a crime?

Or

Will that black chick clutch her purse?

When I am not in my suit and tie

I didn’t grow up in the hood

My family didn’t struggle to get by

But you are telling me

Those things disqualify me

From dealing with the same things

That other black people have in their lives

No matter what other races

I know and socialize with

Doesn’t change the regular attacks and assumptions

Because of my deep melanin hide

And that especially includes

Many and their so called

Black pride

I don’t fit into your thoughts

Of what being black Is meant

Yet, I deal with the same

Injustices, surveillance and shit

Since my blackness is unequal

Don’t look to me for that

We family or brother man

Filibustering façade

Remember

I am not black enough to be black

But black enough to get

Wrongfully accused and shot

Yet

I am the same in others eyes

But to many of the blacks

I am just in no man’s land

I am the

Divide

From the chocolatezeus collection  11/16/17  ©

The Kraken, Ares and Zeus Triumvirate Week

It is just me, myself and I. Keys to universal truth.

So this past week...

One of the discussions has been about how stubborn I am. And in some things I am stubborn. Ru has been on my case about asking for and accepting help for years. But hey I am me. But stubborn was brought up because of me not treating the outsiders the same as those that are supposed to be in one of the circles in my personal life.

As much as I have helped and tried to help folks this year. Both subs, slaves and others has not really been as positive as it should have been. There was a lot of super over sensitivities, facades, attempts at manipulation and more. More valuable lessons learned.

Stress has increased and the battles intensified. More and more enemies and less and less allies. But "Army of One" is what it is about.

Hard to believe that the year is almost over. It is like where the hell did time go to? I have to get ready to get on the move and disappear as much as possible next year. Time to get back to my old ways and get my travel on. The list is already kind of active. Will have to get my new passport as well. And I am going to head out of country a few times so I can chill and pay homage. Still can't believe it will have been 10 years next year.

The way the journey began years ago is nothing like what was planned, expected or wanted. It is not a journey that requires Oyabun attention and actions versus that purpose I had what seems like so long ago now.  But I have adapted, overcame and gave them what they wanted.

As I listen to the music as always. DjL3xx and MilkMan got me over here jamming and remembering being in Japan.

The silence
The time
The actions

They comfort me as I Semper Fidelis.


Have a great week. And prepare for the violent changes that are coming.

*wink*

Poetry: Welcome to the Here and Now

Welcome to the Here and Now

My arms outstretched wide

The warmth of love and passion emanate like a fire

To realize

The chasm that is open wide

A red sea that even Moses puzzles upon

Quizzically

Duct taped

Feelings

Emotions and intimacies

Like a mummification scene

No longer a bridge too far

Now merely

A bridge no longer seen

But I am content

For I gave you what it was that

You wanted

The ambiance that you sought

Multiple destinations that you want

Logic

Defenses

Distance

Reigns Supreme

As I stand back

Appropriately

My services

Complete

From the chocolatezeus collection  11/5/17  ©