A Little Over A Week Ago: My Nature’s Uncontrollable Urge

 

As a true, natural born writer, my literature writes the story that automatically and spontaneously writes through me.

I am just a vessel pleasantly inspired by spirit to engage in what I effortlessly love to do.

Writing is a part of who and what I am, nothing can stop this process of propensity.

There are times when I am on a roll constantly stimulated by the energy to utilize creativity.

I do not even think of ideas, ideas reveal themselves to me, already planned out waiting for me to move forward into action.

 

 

 

New Year’s Eve/New Year’s Day

 

There were the usual fireworks before and after the stroke of midnight.

It began mildly right before 9:30pm while I was lying down in the middle of watching a good movie.

I drifted off to sleep shortly awakening at five minutes before the New Year hit.

I arose, while my television still played, I had missed the movie I was initially into, exiting out of the third one that began to play.

The second film ended as I got up.

I will resume the other movie later today after I go back to sleep.

I cooked a satisfying meal earlier in the evening on the Eve so all I wanted was some mandarin oranges.

From around 2am to now I have been watching entertaining episodes of the 2002 remake of the Twilight Zone series hosted by Forest Whitaker.

The series is all new to me again compared to when I watched it years ago as I vaguely remember most of the chilling/thrilling short stories- if I even saw them all.

It is 4:30am as I write this moment.

The fireworks were not too bad. After midnight is when there was a continuance of blasts, but it has been very quiet for a few hours now.

 

The Heart Of A True Writer

 

I am sure many of us would love to commit to an occupation we enjoy doing.

I have worked a share of jobs that I considered fun instead of undesirable work, particularly when I held positions at JC Penney, Bloomingdale’s, and Sears Roebuck years ago.

I was very successful in my role at my workplace.

I believe one will do their best when they partake in a task that they delight in compared to a duty they do not.

Now do not get me wrong. There are plenty of people who do very well and succeed in jobs they hate doing because they are motivated to reach a certain goal, or they are just determined in their undertakings.

 

 

Nevertheless, there is nothing more satisfying than having the opportunity to do the work that one loves.

Writing is not only a hobby of mine but an area of my profession.

It is an activity I completely take pleasure in. A natural propensity, a drive, a passion of the spirit.

Yes, we all want to get paid for utilizing the talents that fulfill us the most, however, if or when that is not possible it really does not make a difference.

A true writer does not write primarily to receive an income or to gain recognition.

A true writer writes from the heart, from a place deep within.

We write when no one is around or viewing. We do not need an audience or require validation.

To the one who is inspired by the energies of their own craft, the act of writing itself is what brings out the greatest reward.

 

Ventures In Publishing

 

Years ago, after publishing my second book, I turned a friend over to a publisher who she decided at the time to publish her very first book with. 
 
A year or two ago, she turned me on to a publisher that I am currently deciding to go with. 
 
We were periodically on the lookout for publishers to suit our preferences and financial budget when it comes to running our own business and marketing strategies. 

Future Writing Projects

 

A longtime family friend has mentioned to me more than once that she cannot wait for me to write or publish another book.

I completed two manuscripts years ago in addition to two books I previously published.

Once I finish a manuscript, I send a copy to the Library of Congress to ensure that my material is copy-written ahead of time.

I also had stories that I was in the process of writing that I have not completed.

I started these novels back in the late 1990’s and early 2000’s.

In fact, the second book I published while I was in my twenties was originally conceived when I was just twelve years of age.

I, of course, had to update the storyline to go along with the times according to how I wanted to depict my novel.

My stories practically write themselves.

When I published my very first book, I knew the ending before I wrote the beginning. I don’t plan, the words and ideas just pop out.

I even awoke from a dream one evening long ago, having viewed one of my manuscripts in cinematic form, then I began to write about the story as soon as I awakened.

Recently, another person suggested to me to get back into publishing books now.

These two encouragers know my love and passion for writing, and they know my natural drive as a writer.

The long-time family friend is a writer herself.

I never gave up on the desire to publish books. I just took a break.

I am in the process of gathering up my creativity to further explore and deliver future projects in the making.

 

 

 

Cozy October Nights

 

All throughout this month of October, certain television stations and movie apps have been showing horror, suspense, and thriller movies as they do every year in regard to Halloween.

As a kid, I liked all kinds of films, but horror movies were my favorite.

I am not into horror the way I used to be back then, although I still would appreciate or enjoy a good quality film of thrill and chill if I were to come across one nowadays that could appeal to my taste.

I have watched a few classic horror movies from when I was a teen recently that brought back nostalgic interest, fun, and even laughter.

 

Don’t Work Too Hard

 

I know I said I was going to cut down on being a workaholic and I will in no way overdo it but I have undertaken more hours.

Yes, we have to make a living, though, we must continue to rely on the Lord understanding that we have to take time out to rest and to let him overtake our work schedule within a way that will not burn us out but that will preserve us.

Be sure to maintain proper hygiene. Get the proper nutrition by eating beneficial foods. Get adequate enough sleep, and enjoy pleasurable pastimes.

 

Quiet, Alone Time

 

I am an extremely positive person who carries a lot of positive energy. Energy that many have tried to drain and take for themselves unsuccessfully.

I have no tolerance for negativity and I do not ever intentionally envelop myself within anyone’s negative energy or bear any of their burdens. As an individual empathetically inclined I spiritually “feel” and absorb the vibration of others though I know how to fade out the unnecessary excess of what I paranormally apprehend within others mental and emotional states.

I am one who likes to do for herself, by herself, under her own order and itinerary. People consider me pleasantly sociable when I interact and I naturally am, I’m very high-spirited and love to talk and keep active. Even so, I often prefer solo engagement.

There are recreational sports we innermost like doing, or taking part in amongst ourselves, or around, and with family members. Those moments of meditation, cooking, crafting, reading, writing, planting, playing with pets and whatever else may satisfy one’s fancy.

Whatever one’s preference, it’s important to have time for self.

I am a person who likes their space, one who doesn’t want to be bothered with outsiders too often, or at all. So, there is no inconvenience within my regular periods of desired solitude as the matter comes naturally to me.

I’m very comfortable with myself and within my own skin and I enjoy my own company.

I don’t need the presence of others around me for gaiety or support. It feels good to not be burdened with a social dependence in which grants me no true fulfillment.

I deal with people only if I choose to not because I have to out of loneliness or desperation-that was never my style. I was always content alone, even as a child and when I played. I was extremely creative and continuously kept my self-occupied. I found that certain individuals interrupted my entertainment or vibration when they imposed and tagged along.

Even when I’m bored, I don’t want to be disturbed. I am grounded and have foundation; I have peace of mind.

Well-being is first and foremost; keeping the chakras balanced, the aura strong and bright, and the spirit cleansed promotes optimal mental, physical, emotional, and spiritual health.

It is very beneficial and sometimes vital to have that quiet, alone time where we distance ourselves periodically from others to rejuvenate and generate additional radiant energy.

We explore our interests, hobbies, or leisure more abundantly when vibration is within harmony to the essence in which particularly surrounds us.

Reading And Just A Little Of My Reminiscent Ramblings

Reading by misslatoya

jay bijwe said 1 week ago

I am addicted to reading. In spare time I used to read. Reading is fun.

 

You said 6 days ago

In reply to jay bijwe.

Yes indeed, reading is fun! And it is a wonderful and very healthy addiction to have.

 

In addition to sharing the comment above to the beauty and pleasure of good reads that can bring delight as well as learning:

I am definitely one who always enjoyed the luxury of reading as the instance came natural. In this computer age I still appreciate holding a book in my hands and turning the pages to a novel in which I can’t put down.

As a writer myself I know the beauty of vision, creativity, and originality through imagination.

I’m glad as a youngster that I grew up in a time without the internet. A time where I played and came up with things on my own and could think for myself and solve on my own.

The internet is beneficial and a great resource for communication, business, expressing artistic ventures, convenience and etc… Our cell phones and computers are very vital in this particular day and age.

However, I’m still a person who likes to talk and communicate face to face, a person who likes to think and determine for herself, a person who doesn’t need to look to the internet for inspiration, guidance, or stimulation within a mandatory or instinctual format.

I didn’t come up that way, although, it was easy for me to adapt to technology, It’s fantastic to have known the other essential productive way of life that I grew up with in regard to strong interactive skills and nurturing and utilizing various aptitudes without a global network influence.

I grew up with games, toys, cartoons, shows and literature (many that were even before my time) like Miss Pac-Man, Merlin, Simon, Paper Dolls, Barbie, Archie Comics, Tom And Jerry, Pop Eye, Woody Woodpecker, Flintstones, Jetsons, Lassie, Wonder Woman, Bionic Woman, Batman, Alfred Hitchcock, One Step Beyond, Suspense Theater, Police Woman, Streets Of San Francisco, Leave It To Beaver, Little House On The Prairie, The Virginian, I Love Lucy, Kojak, Columbo, Adam 12, Dragnet, Bank Street Readers, Babar, and so much more.

I don’t know what this shit is today. The music isn’t even as good as it use to be.

Anyhow, I miss the electric typewriters, I love the way I grew up back within the day compared to now, and I love to read a good hardcover or paperback book.

This computer age cannot ever steal away the lovely memories and experience of the late seventies and eighties culture.

 

Living Well

Are you living life or are you letting your life live you?

Live your life. Be happy and Healthy!

Live how you want, do what you want, be fierce, and be fearless!

Be who you are, be proud of who you are, enjoy the state of being blessed.

Love yourself, love your loved ones, let your loved ones enjoy loving you.

Have fun, have laughter, have a good time.

Eat well, be well, and sleep well. – miss latoya

 

Oh, The Nostalgia

I had so much fun as a child with Barbie and all of her accessories back in the day.

Oh my goodness, Barbie/Mattel sent me an email advertising the newest or latest available Barbies.

They should not have done that!

Now they’ve got me all hot and excited to view, choose, then collect more of my favorite childhood pastime. I’ve been collecting since the year 2006.

I already have enough of these dolls as it is!

So tempting, though, nevertheless I’m not even going to look at the selection

I’ve probably already seen and have a few of them already.

I’ll just wait for next years 2020 new addition Barbies to arrive on the market.

Intelligence/Experience/Talent/Education

Gifted people come in all varieties. We as individuals can do anything that is within what we are capable of doing.

When I was in my early twenties an associate of my mother’s had met with me in person for the first time and heard me speak and hold a conversation and responded later to my mother by addressing “I was nowhere near the level that she’s on at that age. I thought she was in college”.

I wondered to myself “What does college have to do with intellect and mentality?”

Even a professional who I wrote an essay for when I got accepted at a college years ago which I decided not to attend asked me “How do you know how to write so good if you’ve never been to a college?” I didn’t get it because I’ve never associated intelligence and talents with professional training. To me, everything depends on ones own individual capacity.

This person didn’t mean any harm (my mother’s associate), of course, his words were actually a compliment and acknowledged that just because someone is in college doesn’t make them smarter than someone who is not.

I was never one to believe that school actually made one smart and I was never intimidated by anyone’s degree as I could attain the same achievement or higher if I chose to. School is just a tool of enhancement to progress an already intelligent and capable mind. However, learning comes within all fashions and within all places it is whether one is able to fully grasp what is being taught to them.

I remember back in the day how left back students attending high schools who didn’t have a satisfactory grade level of reading skills were eventually promoted out of school and allowed to graduate just because administration was tired, frustrated, or just didn’t want to deal with the problem anymore and decided to get rid of them instead.

When I was ten years old I took and passed tests high school children were unable to complete and pass without a problem. I even had an opportunity to get published by a mainstream publisher for short stories that I wrote back then.

Now I’m hearing in this day and age kindergarten children are getting left back. Some of it is the parents fault as they may have messed their children up with drugs and alcohol or are just not putting in the extra effort or time to help and teach their children. Even some parents themselves don’t have the knowledge to properly raise and guide their children

Don’t get me wrong, though, school is a positive and constructive resource, however, education is just the incorporation of particular knowledge which can be learned within any setting to the individual who has the right development and equipment.

I already knew how to read and write before I ever began school as a youngster and when I got older I was skipped a grade into a class for the gifted. Yet, school never held my interest as I was bored.

I didn’t have a problem with school itself but it was the individuals and the environment in which I had to attend school with. I liked it better learning one on one with a sufficient older person or within the presence of a specific group of other like-minded adolescents.

When I became fully grown and totally came into my own I liked partaking within classes better since I was not a child who didn’t have the control around my situations as children are oftentimes not taken as seriously within maturity and allowed the partiality of making their own fair judgments among other adults in certain situations.

Some are naturally born with communication skills and have the faculty to problem solve as I was.

I know people who’ve attended school and higher education who are still in school and they are definitely not too bright, especially within the area of common sense. And some people do cheat their way out.

I know some people who battle with low self esteem, ignorance, a complex of some sort and use their credentials as a badge of authority toward others. I don’t cater to people like that I don’t consider people experts soley depending on a course they’ve took or a certificate they’ve recieved I have too much of an open mind as well as common sense and too much experience to know that knowledge or brilliance is not packaged strictly in standard wrappings there is also the papers that come decorated in all styles and design.

Too Deep Into It/Get A Life

Has anybody had someone prematurely (the onset) stalk them for exercising natural spirit energy (automatic writing)?

Writing that isn’t premeditated but universally inspired and motioned?

So strange and ridiculous.

The crazy ones just get sicker by the day. I have a nut that has gotten too personally involved with my blogs, distorting my basis, and intentionally taking my literature out of context.

This individual was following two of my blogs for about five months. When she first wrote to me she claimed to have telekinetic abilities (that’s a good one). If so, I wish she’d burn the fuck up and disappear, or maybe go electrocute her ass.

Then she continued to write and make comments on my blog and I just began to ignore her as I didn’t want to be bothered I still have all of her correspondence from months back.

Lately she has been leaving comments on my blogs, highly disturbed by what I write, seems like a personal issue that she needs to take up with a therapist.

While I constantly ignored her she just kept coming back to my blog with her hang ups and off the wall bullshit in which I really didn’t give a fuck about. What is wrong with these nuts?

If she doesn’t like what I write why continue to follow and visit my blogs? Its just as simple as that. No body asked for her to come, just go away. Mad because I won’t fall for the bait? I have no desire or time to idly argue back and forth to satisfy her pathetic insecurities.

We have absolutely nothing to do with each other.

I mean let’s be real I’m not going to stop utilizing my literary talent just because some loon can’t handle the freedom of self expression. Perhaps if she developed a talent of her own she could stay out of other peoples business.

 

Food (Knowledge) For The Mind As Well As The Body

LaToya’s Health And Wellness Lifestyle Blog is up and running. Its been live for three weeks now and I love writing on my wordpress.com platform. I love all three of my blogs titled My Voice, A Caulbearer’s Journey And  Authentic Expression.  I’ve been writing online for thirteen and a half years now and it is fantastic to have an uncensored stage to present, share, and exchange our truths, ideas, creativity, experiences, societal/worldly/spiritual/personal issues and expertise.

I don’t write for anyone’s approval or criticism if I didn’t have an audience I’d still be writing, as I have stated within the past, I write purely through preternatural spiritual energy/automatic writing. Spirit as well as my inborn tendency inspires me through my love and passion for the craft. Yet at the same time I was told that I was meant to help people along the way through my gifts as a clairvoyant/medium and “messenger”.

I’ve never been a “save the world type of person” neither have I ever desired to become one. I am a very genuine, open and unapologetic stand up type of person who is very opinionated and outspoken when it comes to what stirs me, what I believe in, and what I fight for.

Within my journey offline and online I’ve discovered without even realizing in the beginning on up that by just being myself and being real and not ashamed or afraid to speak my mind that I had shed both influence and inspiration to those in particular.

I’m very sure I’m viewed by some as cold, harsh and judgmental, in general though, individuals will perceive only within the limited range that their minds are able to allow them to in which definitely does not define or reflect upon another. Then, there are those who do perceive accurately within their own discernment. Nevertheless, I am not concerned by it as I am most certainly defined by the truth within who I genuinely am and not by what others may state, think, or believe.

While everyone may not always care, agree, understand me, my words, or where I’m coming from there is a purpose to it all. When certain ones of us within life are preordained to carry out and accomplish our missions whatever few or many they may be nothing can stop it, not even we ourselves. When others interfere within our endeavors and ventures nature just remarkably takes us safely through a different route because our celestial jobs must and will get done here on this earth.

What is nothing to me may be something to others or to someone else and vice versa this is a huge world and there is all variations for us to take and make fulfilling gain, value and design from.

We all in specific are a resourceful help and benefit to one another and that is quite a lovely and beautiful gesture set to us and for us within the universe.

 

 

 

Dare To Bear The Bull?

April showers/May flowers/within the hours/ I feel your powers

Dare to bear the bull and bare it all?

The month of May is here/ and I’ll turn forty-four this year/Oh, yes my dear/ it’s all so good to hear/

As I shout it in your ear/just know that I show no fear/

Since the time is near I think I’ll start my new career/Okay, let’s cheer!/

Let’s welcome in the fierce bear.

Bear? You mean bull. Let’s welcome in the bulls. The bear can’t bull the job only the bull can bear the job.

 

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Go With The Flow

Through automatic writing, the words are unplanned within me.

A continuing saga, that never ceases to be.

Quite mysterious yet serious, it all calls out to me.

I love the way it makes me, the magical places it takes me.

Spirit inspired me to create another blog that expresses and promotes wellness as I am back in the mode to write and have the time in between time.

(https://authenticexpression.food.blog/)

I have quite a few interests.

I am a multi-tasker and have those multi talents just like a lot of other people out there in the world and it is important to utilize those abilities if one is hit with inspiration.

Talent and creativity shouldn’t be wasted even if it is just a hobby it is important to let out inner voice and vision even if we don’t know where it will lead us.

Energy puts us into motion and the vibe guides us along the way. No matter what one is motivated to do be sure to exercise and to nurture it too.

Expiriment and explore, then is when we open up the door.

Once we get inside, we don’t tend to get discouraged because during our times of fulfillment, the force has us wanting more.

 

 

 

 

 

Solitude

So cute that fellow creative individuals shared their inspirations as we love our artistic visions and experiences!

A lot of my writings have longevity and one of my popular posts titled “Solitude” is still getting notice on a site that I use to publish articles on years ago and here are a few comments from some readers:

TerriLane

this is true for anyone but especially for those who write poetry. We must be truly ourselves before we can share ourselves with others. Great depth, love the poem.

13-02-2019 reply  0

catherine

Solitude is my buddy. good article.

01-06-2018 reply  0

rubyhawk

My opinion exactly. I also like my solitude. Love your poem.

09-05-2018 reply  0

 

"My Voice" Weblog By Miss LaToya Lawrence

Time is precious. Before we know it our valuable moments quickly pass us by.

I cannot express enough how important it is to cherish the significant periods within our lifetime.

We will never get them back.

There are lots of wonderful memories to reminisce and to look back on. Times of love, times of bonding, times of epiphanies, times of change.

Yet there is the here and now.

As we grow older we look back to make examinations about the past and the present. Whether some of the experiences that we may have had were of a negative or of a positive nature-for those who are mature we’ve learned, we’ve grown, and we’ve maintained from them.

Now using our knowledge, strength, and confidence we are to partially serve to influence our futures.

Life is way too short to spend time being unhappy and wasting time on things that are not…

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Thriller

I love good old shows from my youth and beyond especially chillers and ones that are inspired by the supernatural that are not corny or phony but pleasantly entertaining and this is one of my favorite full episodes of the 1972 series Ghost Story.

Instrumental

The melodious harmony of rhythmic tunes layered within the universe set the atmospheric mode and are quite instrumental.

Song and dance are both festive and celebratory to the pleasures and merriment of spirit.

To collaborate within groove is fantastic.

Music can be used to conjure or invigorate as it is a very beautiful form of culture, talent, creativity, expression and antidote.

In its spiritual tones music has healing properties and is quite therapeutic.

I love all types of music just as long as it has a good sound with various poetic lyric vibe because I am versatile.

Once in a while I go to sleep with music played at low volume as music often compliments relaxation and meditation.

 

 

Spirit/Energy Writing

Many people love to write and those of us that are born with the caul are no exceptions.

When that energy gets me started there is no stopping it I’m like an automatic machine that constantly operates in spontaneous moments of spurts and it feels so good and pleasurable.

Spirit works in mysterious ways as input and information just comes out of me as I type and I cannot control it and I don’t think that I want to from experience and the feelings of the sensations that I get It is definitely for a reason and I know not to negatively question it because it’s a beautiful thing.

A lot of us in our rarity are visionaries with extreme creative streaks that often lead us into the fields of artistic work in which allows us the opportunity and freedom to express and invent. Pioneers of our own crafts we aspire to establish our own independent organizations that compliment our leadership skills and that offer us the authority to both generate and innovate.

Of It’s Own Kind

Aside from the jealousy and negativity that was thrown toward me by certain others I had a wonderful upbringing with a very loving mother that was an excellent parent.

I have a lot of fond memories of my childhood regardless of the envious people that were trying their best to turn my young life upside down because I was being carried by spirit as well as being watched over by my Ancestors and Orishas.

I had it both rough and smooth and I used that combination as a preparation and as an advantage whereas I was exposed early on to the harsh realities of life while at the same time not having been affected by condition or getting caught up into the circumstance. I made it all through with the flying colors of divinity.

As a young child I was considered very smart and outgoing and I got along with other children that were of my caliber and we played together and had fun yet I found the undesirable sort of children to be quite a bit of trouble as I was able to spot their type a mile away it was just the gift of insight and intuition that I had to recognize and pick up on individuals of that nature whether they were young or old.

Even though I interacted with others and was very talkative and sociable I had my quiet times where I just liked to be alone with my dogs (I had all three canines living within my home at one time aside from the others that had came and went along the way), alone playing with my toys, alone listening to music and watching television, and just alone time to be by myself.

It was great on my own time without having to be bothered with anyone especially considering the attitude of mind that some people had and how they behaved.

My mother told me that she knew something was up when at twelve or thirteen years of age I stopped communicating altogether with peers and mostly stayed in the house. I began recognizing people and the world even more and I didn’t like the way things were and the way life was in general, and due to the witchcraft/black magic/voodoo that was interfering with the natural order of my life to keep me within a setting where I did not belong I grew angry.

At twelve years of age is when I knew that I wanted to grow up to be a professional writer and I had been writing since the age of ten my mother had bought me a electrical typewriter and I’d drink hot cups of tea and create stories of interest through automatic writing.

I loved and enjoyed reading books I became a strict vegan then a vegetarian, by eating a little poultry and seafood here and there, I had a lot of one on one time with my mother as I had always been under adults growing up.

I didn’t want or desire any boyfriends and knew at age fifteen that I was proudly Asexual.

I didn’t care about what others were doing or how they lived their lives I was just glad I was not like any of the others that were in my neighborhood yet what I hadn’t realized at the time was that they were paying much attention to me and my lifestyle and couldn’t keep me off of their lips.

While some in particular were aware of my gifts there were those that knew that I was different but didn’t know why or what it was that made me unique and to them not normal and as certain individuals always stay in other people’s business I became a target of danger.

Growing up there were other children and grown ups alike that didn’t understand how or why I knew the things that I did and why I escaped the problems and mistakes that they didn’t. Some often assume that people like us must have been told what we know or that we heard it from somewhere or that supernatural talent and intervention does not exist or is impossible within us human beings.

To the wise we know and have learned through our own encounters as well as watching and detecting within others the attributes of the paranormal experience.

We are here for a multiple of reasons known and unbeknownst to ourselves and the mystery can be exciting as we may dread and anticipate while we sometimes like to be scared as we get that same rush of thrill from viewing a good horror flick but it is because we are linked to that realm that is within our nature that we haven’t all gotten completely familiar with yet it is instilled within us subconsciously and we cannot leave here until we have carried out all of our special missions and purposes even if we are pulled in an array of directions-the map still has a road that will surely lead us there!

 

A Ride In The Lincoln Town Car

This is another excerpt from my book that “within idea” I conceived back when I was twelve then wrote in between 1999 to 2000, and published in 2003:

Dirty old man Earl spotted Kelly walking down the street. He was a dark-skinned man in his fifties with a medium build, wavy black hair, a big wide nose, thick mustache, yellow teeth and a pot-belly. He slowed down in his dark green Lincoln Town car to ride alongside her.

“Hey Kelly!” Earl called out.

Kelly turned to look at the man whose voice spoke her name.

“Hi Earl”, she said in return.

“Where are you going?” He asked, looking at her through his car window.

“To the check cashier”, she said, ducking her head down to meet his cold-blooded eyes.

Earl stopped his car. “Hop in; I’ll give you a lift”. Kelly didn’t waste any time getting inside of earl’s fancy car. When she shut the door to his vehicle, he lustfully gazed down at her thick long legs. Earl had admired Kelly’s voluptuous body for years. He drooled at the sight of her big breast, curvy hips, wide thighs and big behind. Her face wasn’t too bad to him either. Kelly had a pointy nose, high cheek bones and a full set of lips.

“Them thighs on you got me as hot as an oven”, uttered Earl.

Kelly blushed. “Earl, you need to cut your shit out”.

Earl started up his car and drove slowly. As his left hand steered the wheel, his right hand gently rubbed the skin of Kelly’s knee.

“When are you gonna give me some?” He boldly asked.

Kelly removed Earl’s hand from her knee and said, “I got a man”.

Earl got indignant. He wrinkled up his big wide nose uttering, “Who Daryl? He ain’t shit!”

Kelly was for some reason offended. Even though her man often mistreated her she still found it in her heart to take up for him. “You don’t know nothing about Daryl”, she said.

“Oh no?” Earl said, derisively. “I’ve known him since he was a baby. Shit, I use to fuck his mama!”

Kelly didn’t want to hear any more of what Earl had to say. She was sorry for accepting a ride in his car. “If you don’t like my man, that’s on you”.

Earl sneered at Kelly. Keeping a close eye on the road and then glancing back at her, he uttered, “You think you’re the only woman he’s been fucking? Well let me tell you, that man of yours is a player”.

Kelly was startled and hurt by Earl’s blunt words. She felt stupid and angry both at the same time and she questioned him. “How do you know whether or not my man is cheating on me?”

“I be out here”, Earl said. “I see everything”. Kelly looked Earl straight in his cold dark brown eyes when he parked in front of the check cashier. His facial expression was made clear and she could see that he was proud of himself for attempting to break her heart. He wanted and intended to make her feel bad and, in her case it worked. Most low-life was on the same level they only had a one track mind. And since Kelly and Earl were of the same class-ignorant, immoral and worthless-they both knew how to get the best of the other. Their kind was always playing stupid games on people. Their sick mentality made them all incapable of fitting in with those people in particular that were above them. “You ain’t shit”, Kelly told Earl.

“What did you think? That I would be so devastated and retaliate on Daryl by fucking you?! Well I wouldn’t give you the satisfaction of trying to dog me out some more”.

Earl sneered at Kelly again. “You played yourself; you did it on your own by letting all of these niggers dog you. I just want to pick up the scrap to show everybody that I’ve cleaned up the garbage!”

Kelly departed from Earl’s car in a fury and slammed his car door as hard as she could in an attempt to break it. He watched her enter into the check cashier, muttering a few derogatory words to himself. Then, he pulled off, searching for other women to screw.

Kelly finished her business rather quickly. There were barely any people occupying the place. When she left out of the check cashier, her first move was to the liquor store. Earl’s negativity had worked up her nerves. Kelly purchased a quart of rum along with a half a pint of vodka. She needed a couple of drinks to prepare her for the confrontation that she was going to have with Daryl later today.

 

PeacoT Club

This is another excerpt from my book written in 1998 and then published in 2001:

When Rossi came to hang around with friends on the block sometimes he paid Emilia a visit. He still called her by her ex husband’s last name, Mrs. Tyler. Others also referred to her in that manner. They would sit and talk, drink, smoke marijuana, and who knows what else. Even before Emilia’s stepdaughter Colleen died Emilia liked Rossi and wanted to be with him. Finding out Penny was seeing him deeply bothered her to a point where she couldn’t help but interfere. Emilia barely knew Penny. They use to see one another years ago, and would greet one another, but now, out of jealousy for a man, Emilia spoke ill of Penny.

At first, the game she tried to play wasn’t noticed. It was the second play that tipped off Penny that she was being set up. Emilia started by constantly insisting that Jasper invite Penny out for a night at the PeacoT CluB, a place to mingle, have drinks, eat and dance.

“Mrs. Tyler keeps buggin’ me to ask you if you would like to go out. She wants the three of us to hang at the PeacoT cluB”, Jasper told Penny. “I don’t know why she keeps on persuading me to tell you, she don’t even know you”.

“I don’t understand it either”, Penny said.

“Emilia said you look real good for your age, and that you have a nice shape”.

Penny didn’t comment. She just figured maybe the jet black, fat, out of shape, ugly bitch envied her some. Curiosity tempted Penny to take Emilia up on the offer. Penny just wanted to find out where she was coming from, and what she was up to.

One Friday night Jasper and Penny went with Mrs. Tyler to the PeacoT CluB. Jasper wore a black tuxedo; Penny wore a spandex dress that came above her knees, stockings and high-heeled shoes; Emilia wore some multicolored, glittering, sequined shit that most women wouldn’t be caught dead wearing. Jasper’s sister Sally and her admirer Sherman decided to come along and share a table with them.

Hosting at the PeacoT Club was a fifty-something-year-old man named Mr. Bellamy, who also happened to be a tenant in the home where Mrs. Tyler lived.

Mrs. Tyler and Mr. Bellamy were suppose to chip in and buy some liquor, but he left her hanging, and she ended up paying for a whole fifth of Absolute vodka.

After Jasper, Penny, Sally, Sherman, Mrs. Tyler, and Mr. Bellamy digested a taste of liquor, they danced.

An older man came over to Penny and wanted her to boogie with him; she accepted. Sally and Sherman did their “thang”. Jasper tried his best to groove with Mrs. Tyler, but it just wasn’t happening. They looked more like a sideshow in the circus. Mr. Bellamy didn’t bother to dance, he just observed everyone else.

After time passed, Mrs. Tyler sat at the table. Her eyes were fixated on Penny. She continued to watch as a few different men came and offered Penny a dance. Even Mr. Bellamy took Penny on the dance floor. Not one man at the club asked Emilia Tyler for a dance.

 

109th Street Walton Road

This is an excerpt from a book that I published in 2003:

“It’s a shame for you to have to see your sister in that condition”, Ronnie said, with sincere compassion within his heart. And his eyes were filled with sorrow.

“I know”, said Danielle. Then she looked Ronnie in his brown eyes and gravely uttered, “He’s gotta pay”.

Ronnie was a bit startled. “You know who hurt Courtney”, he asked his young niece.

Danielle paused for a second because out of anger those words had slipped out. Then she decided to welcome the courage that she had deep down inside of her body and boldly conveyed, “Yes. I think it was Bruce”.

As he was startled and proud of Danielle for being so keenly perceptive regarding the situation he was so pleased at her for confirming what he was very sure to be true. “I believe so too”, he told his niece. Ronnie looked Danielle in her sad big brown pretty eyes and said, “I want you to tell me the truth. Has Bruce ever hurt you?”

Danielle bowed her head down and began to cry then looked back up at her uncle and into his eyes. “Three times”, she said.

Ronnie tenderly kissed his niece goodbye. Danielle didn’t have to say any more because he had a positive idea of how she’d been hurt. And when Ronnie made it home to his place he dranked a whole small bottle of liquor. All sorts of things were running through his angry mind and, killing Bruce was one of them. After an hour went by, Ronnie didn’t want to waste any more of his time. He decided to put the plan he’d came up with into action. And his scheme was to have someone beep Bruce and meet with him over on Walton Road by 109th street at eleven p.m. A False drug buy seemed like the perfect bait for Bruce to take.

When Bruce did arrive on Walton Road he was very surprised to see Ronnie there. “What are you doing here?” he asked him.

“I’m here to take your ass out”, said Ronnie. “You’ll never touch my nieces again”.

Bruce used a moment to think to himself. “You set me up”. He said, shocked.

Ronnie sneered at the ruthless drug dealer and snidely uttered, “In the worst way”. And he was ready to carve a very sharp blade deep into the layers of his rotten flesh.

When Bruce saw the box-cutter gripped tightly in the palm of Ronnie’s ready hand he reached into the inside pocket of his black and navy blue suede jacket and pulled out his gun and aimed it at him.

“Don’t make me shoot you, man”, Bruce warned. “We can walk away and pretend this never happened”.

Ronnie was outraged by Bruce’s pomposity because to him he wasn’t shit! “What about Courtney?” Ronnie asked. “Am I supposed to forget what you’ve done to her? And what about Danielle, you’ve raped her haven’t you? You think I’m gonna let you get away with those things. My nieces are just babies. Good children. And you hurt them. And it’s time for you to be hurt”.

Coldly, Bruce uttered, “Well I tried to make a truce”. Then he pulled the trigger. A bullet pierced Ronnie’s throat, killing him instantly. Bruce fled the scene immediately.

Eight year old Eric had accurately caught the incident in his dream as he lay asleep in his bedroom. He was horrified at what he saw and didn’t want to believe that it was something real. He turned on his lamp that stood on the end table beside his bed the moment after he witnessed his Uncle Ronnie falling to the ground. He stared at his reddish-brown bedroom walls that were trimmed in white, trying to get the location of the murder out of his head. Walton Road kept on flashing before his dark brown eyes along with 109th street. Right then and there he knew there was no turning back. He had too much information. And the murderer would soon be returning back to his apartment. Eric didn’t want Bruce to get away with Killing Ronnie but if he opened up his mouth at the wrong time Bruce surely wouldn’t hesitate to kill him too. So for the time being Eric planned on carrying the burden of truth around with him for as long as it was necessary.

 

Harmonic Tunes

Music is so beautiful as it has therapeutic benefits to the mind and soul as well as to the senses.

Nothing sends “waves” of “enchanted” stimulation more other than song, and do not talk about gorgeous instrumental versions of song such as Stanley Clarke’s “Hideaway”.

Music serves as a resource for overall well-being as life would be terribly dull without it especially when it comes to any type of entertainment; music is everywhere as it balances out other mode of effect.

There was always music played within my home growing up as a child and into adulthood that is something that our entire family had within common, enjoying the sounds of smooth melody to the sounds of up-tempo beat whatever catered to each one of our preferences.

During my childhood era everyone was into Michael Jackson he was many of my peers favorite top super stars and he was a very talented singer and great performer but back at that time it was Boy George and Culture Club, and Madonna who were my top favorite singers and performers, of course, I loved many other artists and various types of music from pop, rock to jazz and rhythm&blues yet they were my “top pops” (popular favorite).

As I am extremely versatile an old soul “chile” I also loved the old tunes from the Impressions, Four Tops, Sam Cook and so many more fabulous acts.

One of my aunts had a natural talent for playing the drums and she developed an all female band and they use to perform within clubs back in the seventies. My mother use to write music, blow on the saxophone, dance and teach her friends the new “groove” steps and I use to experiment with my organ keyboard.

Till this day music shares the same delight within our lives just as within the lives of many others I have never been to a musical concert (my relatives have)  I have seen a theater show though.

We’ve had our radios, stereo sets, boom boxes, cassette tapes, compact discs and jumbo headsets to keep us tuned up to the glorious mood.