Remember When: Etonics and Umbros were the hot thing?

Okay, from what I heard...there seems to have been a busty woman who was letting a man feel her "ta- ta's" while walking down the street. The kicker was, the puppies were out. Yup, just walking down the street past scores of people...now, if that ain't comedy for you...
Sheesh, I feel like bad, man. I haven't really had anything to give ya'll all week...except for when my damn journal wasn't working. Ah well, perhaps next week will be less tiring and more inspiring. On a happier note, tho', I broke like a three week writing drought yesterday at work, ya'll! Happy, happy, happy! Joy, joy, joy! Oh man, I'm so glad they have brought Ren & Stimpy back, ya'll. Can't wait till I can actually sit and watch it. Oh, Tommy Davidson was on Donnie Simpson's morning show yesterday, and he said they're going to release the entire "In Living Color" series on DVD!! I'm so on it, joe! What?! That joint was pure classic the first three or four seasons. That, The Simpsons, and Married... built the FOX network, dog. Okay, feeling some pain in my wrists from typing, whoa...
I'll holla!
PS- For DC area resident's only...
Remember When: Donnie Simpson used to do The Lord's Prayer every morning at 8:00?

Why...did I see...a cat that looked like the charcter that Martin did in Blue Streak working security at Rite Aid. You know, the pizza delivery guy...yep, that shit was too funny man. Granted, his teeth weren't that jacked up, but he had the puffs and errything, joe. Hahaha...he had the Roscoe walk, tho'! You know, from Martin's show? Oh, the comedy!

Here's my complaint to Blogger.com about failure to access my journal...if you can call this a complaint. I'd call it a rant by a frickin' loon, personally:
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Stimpy- I can't blog...I- Can't Fre-aking- blog, man!!!
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Okay, I got this yesterday, and I got it today. Needless to say, I'm a very entertaining individual/ prolific writer, who I might add, gets quite a bit of hits on my web journal. My fans need to see fresh web blogs on a regular basis, it's how I plan to take over the world with my "Bubba Bo Bob Brain" tactics, although, I probably shouldn't divulge such information to you. Ah well, the fact of the matter is, my website lacks its superpowers without my web blogging...you've reverted me to a lowly Bruce Wayne, damn you! Of course I still have the money and the playboy charm, but I'm so much more than that, so...so much more. I need to be Batman, do y'hear?! I am Batman...now give me my utility belt!!! Please, I need it....give it to me...ahhhhhh!!!
PS- How do I become a blog of note?

Signed,
H. J. Lee Bennett, III aka Super (Powerless Guy Because his Journal Doesn't Work) -Man...wait, Superman wears really snug tights. Scratch that, let's go with the original analogy/ alias...
Signed,
H. J. Lee Bennett, III aka Batman
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Oh, but it gets better...I added a PS remark a couple hours later trying to get a hookup...ghetto, right?
Here it is:
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Ummm, yeah, the blog of note I wanted to have considered is my "soliloquizing..." page. Besides that, it appears that other people in my team on the venting page can post which is somewhat comforting. Just wanted to add that. Carry on...go on...what are you still doing here? Freak! I'm telling...
-H. J. Lee, 6-24 10:26 AM
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And of course, after I found out they were upgrading my account to a newer version of blogger, I had to let them know "it was all good in he hood" (best said in a eurocentric game show host voice...like that dude from family feud. Survey says..."BING!").
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Ummm, yeah, hi...me again. It, ummm, seems that, uhhhh, you guys kinda were upgrading to a newer version of blogger, and uhhhh, I uhhh, said some pretty nasty things...so, I ahhh, would like to say that, I, uhhhh...know we both said and did some things that we both regret...with the alcohol and strippers with whip cream thongs...didn't know you eloped with her in Vegas....uhhh, sorry for my part...you're sorry for yours...So let's just say that we're both sorry, and forget this ever happened...okay? It's a long trip back, anyways...hey, I got shotgun!
-H. J. Lee, 6-25 08:14 AM

For those who were wondering, I couldn't get into my frickin journal until today. Too bad, too, because I had a whole bunch of funny shit I wanted to write, but don't feel like writing anymore. Assuming you found me funny in the first place. Oh, best believe I wrote in a complaint...in fact, I'll have to post the joint for you. I'm sure if you need help, that what I did is not the way to ask for it. More in a bit...

Almost walked into the women’s bathroom today in a sleepy stupor…

Whatever Happened To: Patra and Diana King?

Remember When: Too $hort “retired” only to release another album a few months later?

Welcome to another installment of the new Leethepoet.com exclusive tangent series (insert dramatic dun dun dun dunnn sound here):
(In your best echoish sci- fi booming voice...)You May Be Ghetto If...
People...You May Be Ghetto If...: You simultaneously smoke a cigarette while riding a bike.
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Thank you thank you thank you...please join us next week for another exciting and original installment of...
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...........on the real, tho', I saw that today coming in to work. The funny thing is, I've actually seen that before, but to know that more than one person does that...comical, man. Comical.

No work tomorrow...Yaaaaay! Compressed Work Weeks rock, man!!! I've been hella tired all week, yet I haven't gotten in bed before 12:00 this entire week. Tomorrow will be a much needed day off. Probably wind up running around all times of the day doing this and that, tho'. Oh, before I forget: I was downstairs at the grill the other day and I was looking at the snacks they had. I guess them being near Dupont, they had to have health conscious foods and snacks too. So anyways, there's this company, we'll call them the Allmen Brothers because I don't remember the actual name. Sooo, like I was saying, the Allmen Brothers had a few different health nut snacks, one of which was called Potato Flyers...the other one was calle...get this...Veggie Booty. I kid you not, man. I did one of those double takes to make sure I wasn't trippin,but naw, that shit said Veggie Booty, dog. It had like a pirate on the front, so the "booty" was referring to treasure, but I'm sorry, nobody uses that term for anything outside of what we use it for, right? Just thought I'd share that little tidbit of humor, with you.
Eye Will Holla!

Here's a thought/ Tangent: No actor is forced to perform once s/he has made it "big".

Follow me on this one, folks. Okay, what I mean is, that once an actor is established, they often find or are called to do roles that fit their image more so than their ability. Seriously, most actors are guilty of this...even some of the legends. Think about it, an actor could take a role that challenges them, but most don't do it on a regular basis. Most only do so when it is an opportunity for a coeback or a chance to establish higher rates per movie.
Dig it:
Kevin Spacey often plays the asshole with the magnetic personality, i.e. Swimming with Sharks, Usual Suspects, The Negotiator, Pay it Forward, and The Ref just to name a few...
Samuel L. Jackson often plays the cool yet agressive asshole role, i.e. Pulp Fiction, Jungle Fever, Shaft, Caveman Velentine, Changing Lanes, School Daze, etc. And Sam is one of my favorites, man. But damn, man, Sam made a crackhead cool when he was in Jungle Fever...
Gene Hackman often plays the tough as nails self righteous asshole, i.e. Enemy of the State, Crimson Tide, Behind Enemy Lines, etc.
Tom Cruise is an arrogant asshole in every role he's ever played, i.e. Risky Business, Interview with a Vampire, Jerry Maguire, Days of Thunder, Far and Away, The Firm, Mission Impossible ! & II.
George Clooney is always the leader...Perfect Storm, Ocean's Eleven, Dusk Til Dawn, Solaris, etc.
Jada Pinkett- Smith is always the stern exterior/ soft interior Jiminy Crickett "Let your conscience be your guide" mama, i.e. Low Down Dirty Shame, Jason's Lyric, Set it Off, Menace II Society, Bamboozled, etc.

Getting my point now? Many folks seem to type caste them self. Morris Chestnutt has been an athlete in like half of his roles: Like Mike, Best Man, Boyz in the Hood, etc... Okay, you got some people like Larenz Tate that go from gangbanger to vitnam vet, to teenager, to poet, to Frankie Lymon, but not everybody does that. Shit, Harrison Ford did them three Tom Clancy movies back to back, but I don't think they were the same charcter like Indian Jones and what not. Never really sat and watched those. Not saying that the actors that I previously mentioned aren't talented in their own rights, just saying that few people make forget that they are watching somebody act. I'm always aware that I'm watching Tom Cruise act, but Tom Hanks becomes motherfuckas he portrays like, Forrest Gump and the gay dude in Philladelphia. Gary Oldman can make you forget you're looking at an actor. I don't know...just wanted to write, ya'll. Feel free to respond to this on the message/bored.
Uno.

Ain't nothin street about me
More like a light post
shinin' above all
who are ya'll to boast? ~Posdnous aka Plug One of De La Soul

I need De La and OutKast to drop LP's this year. Hip hop is way too stagnant right now. I need some hot beats and some hot lyrics, y'dig.Gotta memorize another joint for this French Embassy thing on Saturday and see The Hulk. Sure, it'll probably make me hella mad because this one'll probably be more inaccurate than X- Men and X:2 combined. I've been listening to W. Ellington's (of illpoets.com) new joint, Blutopia, and that joint is hot. I've been listening to that joint at work hardcore for like the last two weeks. He has some really solid joints that could get played in poetry spots and on the radio. He even did a pretty fly remake of Prince's classic cut, Strange Relationship, and I don't even like it when folks do remakes most of the time. I've got to go right now, but I'll be back...and when I come back I'll write more, aight?
and One!

Hey, I found this joint and figured I'd slip yall an excerpt of it...I got more incomplete poems than a little bit, man. Anyways, enjoy.
This Tuesday’s Not- So- Teasing Teaser is from
"Gibberish: 80's Pop Speak"

"...Mutant abilities allow me to metamorphose like Manimal
Before Streetfrogs there was Streethawk
The last black panther
Call me Panthro
Often spotted chillin’ with Jaga
I bring you thunder
Never see me without pussy steadily crying
“HO!”
Still sendin’ General Mills ransom notes for the two other bakers who make the cinnamon toast crunchy
Thought I was fakin’ until I kidnapped Hall & Oates
I gave Pac- Man the key
Told him fuck them strawberries, cuz
Go for the peach
Cause life is the pits
And the only time good times come
Is when you eat that bitch
But she never returns the favor
Leaving you frustrated saying things like,
“Fuck the world”..."

I think I'll have to finish this joint up, for real...
Nothing really to interpret or comment on, however, the Message/Bored is open for your interpretations and comments...

What's up folks...I know I've been kinda incognegro the past few days, but I didn't feel like posting yesterday. Weekend was cool, tho'. Saw my goddaughter get her dance on at her recital (Hi Imani). Kicked it at my Pops crib later that day for the good pre- father's day cookout. Only to head into DC to meet up with a friend (Hey Shonda) from High School @ the one and only Urban Energy! Sunday was all about father's day festivities in B-more...church, pictures, Outback Steakhouse savagery. Sunday was the smallest bill we've had yet...only $286 for nine folks, man. Last year it was $330.00. Anyways, weekend was love, ya'll. Got to see my fam, which is always a good thing.
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Sudden burst of air
Everyone looks confused
Damn, who just farted?

Aight folks, it's almost 3:00 and I'm just getting to work. Why? Well, had to drop my truck off @ my trusty mechanics, then try to find the part he needed to fix to speed things along. Part: Discontinued. Me: Blown. Ah well, so I then get dropped off in the neighborhood of the good ole Library of Congress for some meeting I have no clue about. Walk around just to find that there are three separate buildings, the last of which was the one I needed to be in.
Funny Exchange:
Randome White Chick: "He's so silly...I mean, like, DC streets go up and down and left to right...how hard could it be?...I mean there are probably like a billion one ways, but...oh wait, this is Independence, not Constitution...Oh well!"
How profound- DC streets go up and down and left to right...wow.
Get inside and am told to walk basically around the entire frickin buildin, when I could have gone up the steps.
Anyways, the conference was an utter bore because it had nothing to do with my job capacity, but, free time away from the cubicle that is charged to my work day. Yay!!! Given inaccurate directions to the subway as I leave, so I won't be askin' LOC employees for directions anymore.
I'll probably be leaving at four to get my truck, so, good day at work. Time went by so fast, barely felt like I was there.

Yo Fornique,
In RE: to your wonderfully put meesage/bored post...I- Feel- You!. I know I may have sounded insensitive, as I am a huge movie fanatic, but Lynn's interjection in the movie theatre quickly put things in perspective. I honestly hadn't considered that may be the case, I just thought it was a bad ass kid...you know parents be bringing hellions to the movies without any discipline...just the, "Now, Bobby...behave" talk. When she said that he may be special, I assumed that was the case, and I truly did let it go. I kinda had to get the last word tho', even if I was partially wrong. I was just recapturing some of my original agitation prior to said state of serenity. Shit, ain't like I've never been to a movie in the hood before...now those folks are truly special. So, I do feel you. Hope no offense was taken on your part. Still love here, ma.
BeEasy and Shine like the Stars I know you are

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Last Tuesday’s Teaser breakdown
”I: The Seventh Sign”
The month after June I bloomed
And fell well within the cusp of the seventh month,
Lying underneath the seventh sign
I’m a Virgo
So although in your mind it takes nine
I traveled to this level of existence in seven months time
Born on the seventh day (Saturday), the tenth of SEPT-tember ‘77...

Aight, for those that don't know...the Roman Calendar has twelve months because Augustus Caesar, like his predecessor Julius created his own month to honor himself. Julius= July and Agustus= August. Ever wonder why sept, oct, nov, and dec preceded the final months of the year? It's because December is the tenth (and final) month, just as September is in actuality the seventh month of the year. Prior to the change, months were roughly 9-12 days longer. Anyone who knows me knows that my favorite number is 7, so there you have it.

There is no Tuesday’s Teaser for this week...forgot to get some more joints off disk. However, I can give you an excerpt from a never before seen piece.
”Same Difference”
There’s a difference between believing there’s a God, and knowing there’s a God
And although I know your culture deems you call yourselves gods
I hope you don’t think it’s you whom I pray to at night
There’s a difference between sex and making love
And shorty, if you don’t know the difference between the two looking as fine as you do
Then the two of us may be figuratively fucked boo
There’s no difference between red and blue rags in your New York/ Seattle/ California cornucopia
Not when they’re draped over brown skin, lead leading to black lead boxes...

Is it not funny
If life did imitate art
We would be knock- offs

Hmmm, my weekend was pretty cool, man. Saw 2 Fast 2 Furious during the day. Tyrese made the movie, although it wasn't all that. Not bad, but not good. Go if you want to see some cars going fast, not if you're looking for a plot. Oh, it's official, Paul Walker cannot act. No more leading roles for him please. That evening, linked up with Lynn, and my boys Jewels, and OJ to see The Italian Job. Funny movie. Seth Green I think did his thing the most in this joint. Dude was funny as hell. I like movies that build diabolical plots half the movie, and take the other half to execute them. Last movie that I can readily recall like that was Ocean's Eleven. Good stuff. Went bowling with Lynn and my homegirl Novella on Saturday after I played Onimusha 2 on my PS 2 for a bit. That game is hella fun, but it frustrates me sometimes. Sometimes it feel more like a chore to do some things, which makes me not want to play... Anyways, after bowling, Lynn and I roll to Urban energy. Takes 15 minutes to find a parking space, and another 10 for ole boy to move out of the space... Ya'll might be like, "Why not just find another spot, Lee?" Answer: It was Adams Morgan on the weekend and the spot was right in front of the establishment we were going to. If you've never been to Adam's Morgan, I can't explain. As soon as I walk in I get called up to do some poetry...I mean it...as soon as I walk in! I did a few haikus as I had nothing on me, and I didn't want to do any old joints. Played Scrabble and lost miserably. Who knew Regata or loof was a word? How 'bout snoopily? DJ Tao wound up winning, with Tameka, myself and Duwayne coming in behind him respectively. Wound up leaving Urban Enrgy at like 6:40am after chillin and rappin' with Metaphor, Patricia, and Dawayne. Those jokers are funny as hell, especially metaphor. This dude clowned me all night for a rather suspect fresstyle I had...I'll leave it at that. The only person who would have probably clowned me more would be Big Q, Sir, or Femi. So needless to say, I've kicking myself for that one since. Metafor proposed an ill theorem on 50¢ that he got from this cat named Thor. Very interesting. I'd prefer one or both of them type it in on the message/bored, as I don't want to be innacurate in trying to recount said theory.. Sunday was recovery for me as I didn't get to bed until almost 7:00am. So I slept until 5:30 only waking up to eat breakfast around 2:00. Saw Finding Nemo and watched the tail end of a rather unexciting Finals match between the Spurs and the Nets. Finding Nemo was cool, although a bit long. Ellen Degeneres or is it Barkin...? Anyway, Ellen stole the show. She was mad hilarious, In fact, charctares like Dorna, Crush, Pierre, and Bruce were more appealing than Marlin and Nemo, who were the primary characters. Ah well, it's still a cute movie. Won't go into too much detail about the hellion that cried and made "Rah" outbursts the entire movie. I was about to talk to the parents until I was talked down.
Me: I'm about to go talk to the parents, man.
Lynn: Don't do that, you don't know them.
Me: I don't care, it's rude and unfair to everybody else.
Lynn: There may be something wrong with that child
Me: It's still not right.
My Logic: Okay, so maybe that was a bit harsh and stubborn, but dude, if there was something wrong with the child...why bring him? He couldn't have been following the joint too well with the noise he was making. I must not have been the only one agitated since other adults started making "shh!" and "Be quiet!" remarks. Shit, buy the bootleg or something. I mean, it wasn't any occassional thing, it was constant noise from the kid for 10- 15 minute spurts. The mother could have pulled him out of the theatre to straiten him out, something. And, money was on the first row. Wow. So there's my weekend in a nutshell. I'll holler later.

Seeing as I'm off of work today, I figured I'd set my journal up to automatically load this page up on Friday, which is today for you, but tomorrow for me. Anyways, enjoy you crazy kids!
Found this on Blogger.com's blogs of note section:
And with all that, I present my thoughts about all the 1s and 3s in the two Matrix movies. Many we've known and talked about, but bear with me.

Neo is, of course, the ONE.
Yes, NEO is an anagram of ONE.
Neo's room number in Matrix is 101.
The floor # that the 3 heroes (Morpheus, Neo and Trinity) go to to visit
the Merovingian in Reloaded is 101.
The highways mentioned in Reloaded and shown are the 101 and the 303.
The room # that Neo's trying to get too, but is shot instead by Smith at the end of Matrix is 303.
The Oracle's apartment is on the 13th floor.
The address for the building where Neo meets Morpheus for the first time in Matrix is 1313.
Trinity, of course, means THREE.
Trinity's room number in Reloaded is 303.

Neo=One
Trinity=Three

The reoccurring significance of 1 and 3 is important to the series because the Brothers are trying to establish to the viewer that the trilogy is really about the love between Neo (1) and Trinity (3). It permeates throughout this trilogy. The love story is the heart and soul to these films and the numbers are there to support that concept. That's why we see a significant event happen between the two lovers at the end of both movies, and a long, searing look of the two together embraced as ONE under the arch (a sign of divinity). I predict that another significant event might happen again between these two love birds at the end of Revolutions. (Baby, anyone?--That'd make the 2 that are 1 become 3!) The love story will probably be the deciding factor to the survival of the human species and for the co-existing of human and machine. Just as Jesus brought together Jew and Gentile in the New Testament, Neo will bring together human and machine.
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If you liked that, you can click here for more pontifications on all things Matrix

Mmmm- mm- mm- mm- mmmmm! I haven't had a Charleston Chew in years...these bad boys are good as heel. The newsstand downstairs has more candy than mug down there, boy. Whew! What time is it? 4:50...I might have to go cop another one. Wait, naw I better chill. Ha. Beneath this thin frame is a fat man dying to get out. We'll keep him tucked away til I get old, tho'.
Amor, Paz y Alma...

Niggas are funny...
Broke kids want suburban lives
Rich kids want ghetto

Thoughts on the term Nigga and its many variations (nigger, nigguh, niggaz, niggers, etc.)-
N.A.A.C.P.- Niggas Ain't Always Colored People~ Gloria Murphy (credited because she's the first person that I personally ever heard say that).

Thoughts on Bru's most recent message/bored post-
Stop Hatin/ I Still Keep It Real Tho'/ So What, A Brother Can't Have Emotion?/ Well Fuck You Then!
For all you know (smart ass) :)
Utilizing introspection helps me to
Corroborate my spirit with a
Kaleidoscope of possibilities

You are so busy cracking jokes
Oblivious that a man of sober consciousness can also have an epiphany
Unaware of my sober "moment of clarity"
PS- Punk!
PPS- You know you my dog, tho'...smart ass mother hey what are you doing with that bottle security

Welcome to the latest installment of the Leethepoet.com exclusive tangent series (insert dramatic dun dun dun dunnn sound here):
(In your best echoish sci- fi booming voice...)You May Be Ghetto If...
Ladies...You May Be Ghetto If...: You use a disconnected cell phone strictly to keep peoples numbers.
(Applause and Laughter)
Thank you thank you thank you...please join us next week for another exciting and original installment of...
You May Be Ghetto If...

Tanka# 5

If life is a bitch
We must be fleas on its ass
Trying to hold on
Biting more than we can chew
Until finally scratched out

Here's the Indigo Blu email conversation I referred to in my last entry-
Indigo:
So I'm reading you're journal and it strikes me how interesting the internet really is...I mean no offense but if I just randomly saw you on a bus or something I probably wouldn't talk to you cuz you're some random stranger (and a boy) but I stumble across you're website and read your poetry and glance over some favorites lists and stuff and suddenly you're lee (the poet or otherwise)...so anyway I'm reading you're journal and it's like seriously just like a diary you know? doesn't that feel weird to you? Exposing your world to friends and strangers alike...like your grill story (I don't know how many there are cuz I only have time to visit your site during vacations so I guess we'll just say your latest grill story)...I dunno what I'm trying to say except I just find people who just put their life on display to be fascinating because it's kinda like hate me or love me here I am!! And people you've never met are sitting there forming opinions and thinking they know you...Do you get what I'm saying...I mean do you ever think about that?
My Response:
To answer your question: Ummm, yeah, it felt weird at first...but now it's like, "I can't wait to put this on my message/bored!" I
don't blog the extra personal shit, but I figure we all go through drama...perhaps my drama will outweigh yours on a particular day
and cause you to lighten the hell up...I don't know. It's about sharing for me. It's nice to be appreciated as a poet, but nicer
when I'm appreciated as a person. I think my journal puts perspective in my site. Just looking at my poetry, people may view me as
some pius holier than thou cat, which I'm not. I try to put myself in three dimensions with this site. You have my art, my words,
and my journal. Shit, I don't really write in my journal anymore, unless it's really personal or I need to catch something before I
lose it. I'm humbled by the fact folks read and like my journal, not to mention on a regular basis!
It's weird that someone who doesn't know me may know some wild shit I just went through, yet I don't know shit about them. But, at
least they can tell I'm honest and I'm good peoples.
Peace.

Hey guys...and of course, Heeeeeey ladies...wit' ya'll fine asses. Hahahaha. Ahem...yes, well, I was tooling through illpoets.com on the venting archives when I realized, I actually say some profound shit every once in a while. Also, I think I'm actually a pretty funny writer, too. Anyways, I really don't have anything to post as of yet, but felt guilty when I looked at the time and remembered I hadn't posted anything yet. Oh, well actually...I can tell you about yesterday. Okay, so we are now in yesterday, this way I don't have to worry about tense issues and shit like that, as I tend to jump around sometimes, but anyways...
Yesterday, I am goofing off for once instead of the usual software exploration and self teaching I normally do when I have free time. So here I am, playing internet spades, when a coworker from another project pops up and startles the bejeezus outta me...mainly because I'm goofing off, y'know? She stops by to tell me she enjoyed my journal entry about my truck woes in the parking garage a few days back, and said she could relate because she did the same damn thing. She then went on to say that she no longer found my work to be angry or anything like that, but insightful, thought provoking, and a whole bunch of other really flattering adjectives. I know, I'm not making this up...I kept waiting for the big "but" in the string of compliments. Then she asked if it felt weird for me to do this journal thing where people who read it and start to get the sense that they "know me". I told her about my email buddy "Indigo Blu", whom I'm never met, yet asks more questions than Barbara Walters hopped up on caffeine :o)...her most recent question was virtually what this coworker had just asked.
I explained to my coworker it helps me put my thoughts in perspective when I write them. I keep the extra personal stuff for my journal, but I feel it's good to share, and yeah it's weird, but hey, we live in a weird world.
Then it happened. She opened up about the last couple of years of her life: Breast cancer. How it affected her physically and emotionally. Ending a 22 year relationship with her husband where she decides to leave with nothing because she was the one who was ending it. Doing that while battling breast cancer. Having faith to believe her daughter, now 16 years old would be mature and strong enough to understand and endure. Beating breast cancer. Rebuilding everything from the ground up...including herself. Wow.
Me not having the greatest eyesight, I didn't know she was tearing up on a brother until she mentioned it. I probably looked like a deer in headlights. Then it hit me...this is a result of my journal. I mean, we have spoken, never really that in depth, but we are always cordial. Where I am often being silly, there are those times when I vent, and the times in between are an "anything goes" affair. For someone who doesn't know me, you can really get me if you read my journal. My journal has become an extension of my poetry, and I can't be dishonest with it. So here I am sharing myself more than I realize, so much so, that a casual stranger (please don't be offended by that) was able to open up to me about her pain. Wow.
As an artist, we get to know our own pain pretty intimately. Even the pain of other artists. We share knowing that our pain is synonymous with many others, yet we don't know how it truly affects people all the time. Wow. Just...wow. With the convo we had, I realized that some of the stuff she was talking about were the same things my book addressed. So I bring her a book just to look at, and she buys one because she enjoys what she sees so much.
I'm a firm believer that God gives everyone at least one special gift that can be used in a positive manner to change things...and people. I know one of mine is the ability to write. Ever wonder, why you were given a particular gift? Ever felt overwhelmed or unworthy? I have been in all three ships at one point or another...but mostly, mostly these days I just feel blessed. Here I thought it was just about the power of my poetry, but it seems my every day thoughts and opinions have a bit of weight on their own, too (at least more than I thought). That feels nice. Maybe people actually read this joint for more than entertainment...ah, what am I saying. I'm sounding all mushy and heartfelt...I'm leaving now. See, I'm getting all quasi emotional...wait can you do that? I know that you can be quasi evil from watching Dr. Evil and Scotty- boy, but quasi emotional? Riiiight, I don't do language, yeah.
Aight, let me stop while I'm somewhat ahead...
Early!
(lame ass attempt at redemption by latching on to Drew n'ems pop quote...seemed funny before I typed it. Much too lazy to backspace and write something more clever; not like I get paid to do this journal..)

This Tuesday’s Teaser is from
”I: The Seventh Sign”
The month after June I bloomed
And fell well within the cusp of the seventh month,
Lying underneath the seventh sign
I’m a Virgo
So although in your mind it takes nine
I traveled to this level of existence in seven months time
Born on the seventh day (Saturday), the tenth of SEPT-tember ‘77...

The Message/Bored is now open for your interpretations...

The wierd things you can learn on the internet...
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The red-and-white striped barber pole originates from the days of bloodletting (using leeches for medicinal purposes), which was often performed in barbershops. Bloodied bandages were hung on a pole outside the shops, and later became a symbol of these establishments.
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Lips full like the moon
Hips are thick like molasses
Gotta love sistas

Went to New York this weekend to kick it with some of my folks from college. Really cool experience. My homegirl Alicia looked out for me big by putting me up @ her spot. Much love for that shorty! My ride was my boy Jewels, you know, the guy from the Home Depot journal entry...He, his girl (cool ass) Genelle, Majidat, and Lynn were the party going up to New York. The ride up was cool as hell, although we left at 11 instead of the planned 7. So of course the arrival time was mad late. Alicia was good enough to talk with a brotha even tho' I walked up to her spot a little after three. Despite being tired, I didn't make it to sleep til probably like 6, and woke up at 12. Chilled with Alicia, ate some eggo waffles and watched a bit of digital cable. Rolled out to the subway with Alicia to connect with Julian (Jewels). Had to go from Harlem to Brooklyn, a 50 minute ride because part of the ride ran locals due to construction.
Hooked up with Julian to ride out to LI for the shin dig. Got there late because I got to the rendevouz point at 6:30 instead of 5:30. Man, it was more heads than I expected at that joint. Wow. Saw some folks I hadn't seen since graduating...maybe before. It was wild because all people knew of me was the Lee from freshman or sophomore year...and I am so far from that. I was cool with that tho'. I got to chill with my boys Jewels, Dio, OJ, Dennis, and Jumand all in one spot...felt like old times; felt good. The only person missing from the crew was Derwin who didn't show up...wait til I talk to you about that dog!!! Aww, man...Novella is the bomb for putting that joint together, man. After we chilled for a bit, we headed to Manhatten to some Lounge and chilled as they were frontin on giving folks tickets to get in the party downstairs. Tis cool, I ain't a club cat. Besides, I wanted to go to sleep mad long ago, I was dead on my feet at points during the dinner. (cool ass) Genelle was nice enough to drop me off in Harlem around three... Sunday was WakeuplateChillwithAliciaBouncefromNewYork. I left out a lot, but I have to do the work thing, y'dig.
PS- Andrine, Kiesha, Damon, Francis, and the rest of you guys...it was good to see ya'll. Be Good.