WORD

Whitney Houston: One In Seven Billion

2012-02-12T13:25:00.000-05:00

"God gave me a voice to sing with, and when you have that, what other gimmick is there?" Whitney Houston

Yes indeed we all have our gifts, our talents, we all have a little bit of clairvoyance within us, our connectedness to the universe.
There is no separating us from this factor, and when we realize this, when we utilize the gift we've been blessed with; we are able to bring joy, relief, clarity, to a world now engulfed in much confusion and sorrow for far too many at this juncture of the human experience, due to, in my opinion, the lies, deceit, falsification of history, and in some regard the religious articles that was lovingly imparted to us by our parents, which was also lovingly imparted to them; as was the same for their parents parents, and so on, and so on.

To have lost such a voice and personality as Whitney Houston's is indeed a sad moment in time, and yet one can only at this moment consider her passing as destiny.

How else could we have lost such a TREASURE at this tender age; if not a fulfillment of her destiny.
I share in celebrating her life, and her life's achievements, as I hereby post my condolence to her immediate, and extended family, and to all her fans the (W W W) whole wide world over. Peace!!!

To My Old Master

2012-02-06T15:22:00.000-05:00

To My Old Master

To Be

2012-02-02T00:39:00.002-05:00

Tribute to a King

2012-01-13T11:39:00.000-05:00

Tribute to a King

This poem I wrote in 1980 as a young twenty one year old living on the small island of Jamaica; my island home.

Martin, Martin Luther King
Martin, Martin Luther King
We give thanks and praises unto God
For inspiring you
To deliver America
Shine a light that's oh so true
And though it's history now
The works that you have done
We wish that you was still around
So we could say
Say well done

Martin, Martin Luther King
Martin, Martin Luther King
Perfect for the time you was
You stood out in the crowd
You replaced our despair with hope
You made us oh so proud
And though the works
That you have done
May now be history
How could we dare forget
You live within our memory

Martin, Martin Luther King
Martin, Martin Luther King
Here I am send me
You answered to the call
And with your peaceful protest
You marched like they did around the Jericho wall
With courage, with tenacity
You stood and faced the foe
We're here to pay you homage
We want to let the whole world
That we love
yes we love
Yes we love you

That we love
yes we love
Yes we love you
Martin Luther King Yea

Loss of a True Princess

2012-01-06T18:57:00.001-05:00

like a comet that illuminates the sky at night
So you illuminated the world through your short lived life
Beautiful, so beautiful you were both inside and out
Your inner beauty my Princess made the whole world shout

The world shouted in dismay at your passing
Fond memories of you remains with us everlasting
Your beautiful smile, your UN-hypocritical style
Your concerned kindness, which seemed so pure
In the depth of our souls will indeed forever endure

Vision of you afforded us through modern technology
Leaves you vivid in our minds; here with us in virtual reality
You were like a breath of fresh air
Purification to the atmosphere
Likened to the mountain strong
A shelter to the suffering throng

You were like treasure; found at the bottom of the sea
I tie for you this ribbon around the old oak tree
Your death left the world in a clouded mist
Princess Diana you will be forever missed

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2012-01-04T11:07:00.000-05:00

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On The Mic Thursday

2011-12-30T16:15:00.000-05:00

The follow was posted on facebook, which is my review to the nights event at the weekly open mike session taking place in Brooklyn N Y . PEACE!!

If you were not at (@) On The Mic last night, (Thur. Dec. 29,2011) then you truly missed a night of fun and soul feeding.

I could stop writing right here and it would have said it all; but let me paint for you a picture so you may captivate the essence of the night's atmosphere.

The place was CRAZY, yea, CRAZY!.

The program started with the usual intro from Ras Atiba and his newly appointed co-host, "my bad" for not remembering the sisters name (Cita?) at this time but if you were there you would join me in saying the young lady is so far doing a fine job.

Ras Atiba then kicked off the "madness" with one of his many spoken word pieces,

this was followed by other spoken word artist and if you was missing in action you truly missed some in dept, goose bumping, soul wrenching performance from those who chose to share a piece of their jewel with the listening audience, the vibe was arresting.

The artistes truly brought their" A Game" the energy was very positive and indeed riveting. D J “Lively" Won Don's music selections gave added value to the night's exchange.

Not that it is impossible to remember the name of all the performers, nor do I wish to be partial in leaving anyone out; but in trying to virtually place you in the moment let me mention those names I do recall and whom ever name I fail to mention be it understood that you, and what ever other pronoun do apply, that at the time of putting my thoughts to paper I was not privy to your information and would not have failed to mention you by name.

In my honest opinion all the night's performances were note worthy.

So then let me begin by saying: to those names I fail to mention; their energy shared, their performance executed, is without a doubt most deserving of a big (Washington Stevens aka Da Poet) WOOOOH. Ras Atiba,WHOOOOH!!!. Jah Mic-Heal, WOOOOH!!! I N I, WOOOOH!!! Lion Melta, WOOOH!!! Kentec The God, WOOOOH!!!! Culture Wise, WOOOOH!!!! Ras Casa, WOOOH!!! And well yours truly is working on his craft. WOOOOH!!!!

The night's Fashion Showcase was cast in cultural tone with a featuring of necklaces and wrist wear all hand made with colorful beads worthy of mentioning here. If you were not present to partake I hope you will join us next week/year as we continue to network ourselves to HIGH HEIGHTS as we are determine to live our lives above the fray, So please join us THURSDAY JANUARY 5th 2012 for what we hope will be another night of exciting positive entertainment, and community networking. POSITIVE NEW YEAR TO ALL. Blessed Love

On The Mic Thursday

3411 Church Ave.

Brooklyn New York

Washington stevens - All Poetry.

2011-12-20T11:54:00.000-05:00

Washington stevens - All Poetry.

Needy Child

2010-12-07T16:14:00.002-05:00

Another day has dawned
And so life it still goes on
To live to love to smile
Every adult once a child

In need of love and care
From its parent who brought it here
For dad's love a child it craves
His dad in prisoned; a slave

Mom now a single parent
No funds to pay the rent
Now she too has turned to crime
Saying job's too hard to find

Grandma, bless her soul
Now play this mother's role
Heeding this infant's cry
In a world that's gone awry

Enchanted with greed and glut
Men run the World amok
Earnestly craving for vanity
They abandon their humanity

Saying he drew bad card
But his job was shipped abroad
The dilemma of my neighbour
His job exported for cheap labor

This is what I see
In the land of opportunity
How could this be you say
In the mighty U S A

Politicians they pretend
Your interest to defend
While with big business they combine
Sticking you for every dime

Saying they got your back
Sticking you through in-com tax
And to further satisfy their crave
They hit you with scratch off games

Love De I Respect De I

2010-11-26T17:12:00.000-05:00

The following poem is my tribute
to the legendary reggae artist and
people's person. Robert Nester Marley
affectionately known as
"Bob Marley"
Assassination attempt
on his life was made
for deeds that he had done
He was feared
he was beguiled
for the lyrical content of his songs

He spoke truth to power
no wonder he was feared
The need to battle ignorance
he found this crystal clear

Through the lyrics of his songs
he cried let freedom ring
He was Jamaica's ambassador
For reggae he was king

A freedom fighter
indeed he was
Yet by many he was misunderstood
Because he was judged

By his religion
for the locks upon his head
not for his deeds of good

His goal it was to liberate
those with captivated minds
Enslaved on the plantation of ignorance
By the Massas of our time

His lyrics of much candor
span the global continent
Alas he died at age thirty-six
His life was one well spent

We LOVE YOU BOB

Washington Stevens

A Call for Unity

2010-08-30T20:29:00.003-04:00

A Call for Unity

Is it just a dream?

Or is it a vision of hope

Is it naivity to believe?
To believe in the value of honor
To believe in the value of trust

Am I naive to trust?
That we could come together
Hope together
Uniting one with the other
Becoming a force
A force to be reckoned with

Is the phrase
Unity is strength a farce?
Think with me for a moment
A universe without the sun and the moon
Complementing each other

A universe where the river never runs to the sea
Where no rainfall penetrates the earth's surface
Vitalizing the roots of the trees

Where the unity of male and female
Brings forth no birth
Where nature's elements no longer unite
To replenish mother earth

For what use is a vehicle without its engine
What use is an engine without its vital parts
What use is the human without a functioning brain
Without a beating heart

United elements make that old oak tree
Stand mighty strong and tall
United we stand
Devided, we fall

Washington Stevens

Thank You

2010-08-25T14:11:00.000-04:00

Please accept these beautiful pictures as my simple gesture of gratitude for your time spent visiting W O R D as I am celebrating the 1,000 visit to this blog site.

YOUR TIME SPENT WITH US IS HIGHLY APPRECIATED

THANK YOU YOUR VISITS

ARE OUR

MOTIVATION

ONE LOVE

For The Record

2010-08-23T16:28:00.000-04:00

For The Record

For the record
Let me emphatically impart
Putting pen to paper
I speak straight from the heart
I write not for fame and fortune
Or some other vain material award
To motivate one conscious thought
That for me is an acceptable reward

If I can sooth a troubled mind
With the lyrics I design
Convince some fearful souls
That the mountain they can climb
Then no appraise can define
The satisfaction I will find

For the record
Let me reiterate
Poetry is an art I totally appreciate
An effective tool I use to propagate
In dept thoughts I wish to communicate
And though my skill some do underrate
My passion for the art
Continuously radiates

These lyrics that I pen
My honor to defend
Rejected and despised
Maliciously categorized
Yet like the morning sun I rise
Eyes steadfast on the prize

For the record
I wish to make it crystal clear
That my commitment to the art
Is not for self aggrandizement or fanfare
But this gift this brother was granted
I do believe it was to share
To aid the troubled, and despaired
This is my motivation
Though some think me not sincere

For the record
These thoughts I wish you will arrest
Not penned, some fan-base to impress
Retaliatory inspired, this I will confess
To whom it may concern
It is written indirect

A Simple Thought

2010-08-07T19:58:00.000-04:00

A simple Thought
Part 1

They water washed the name
Removed the chains; hence
The indentured Servant
Half bond and half free
Andrew Johnson himself a runaway
Later 17th President of the USA
And when they said we all were free
The Indentured Servant
Turned around and spat on me
And said the color of my skin
Means to him; I was born because of sin
The preacher preaches to the pew

This was after the shackles and chains
Forcing on the African the massa's name
We cried we begged we fought
For freedom is but a farce
Without the freedom of thought
There is no freedom
Because man has made himself a slave
Fulfilling the design as it changes with time
They plan they plot they scheme
Pursuing the green
Selling the American dream
Many have paid with their soul

I exist with space and time
Created from the atoms of the Universe
Born from nature on planet Earth
Is energized by solar source
So we need the sun
To energize and keep it warm
Creating all that you see
I am who I am
No longer who I was taught to be
I am my mind

Was designed by cult-ure
And the order of the day
Because I was taught what to do
And all that I should say
Parents wishing for their children
To achieve life's ultimate ideal
That perfect life
Imparts to them their beliefs
And the whats wrong and right
To life I say yea
To be continued another day
By Washington Stevens

Why This Blogging Blogger Blogs

2010-08-04T14:31:00.000-04:00

There are certain aspirations in life that people generally speaking, believe their calling or consider to be their gift; something that comes natural to them and the deep felt desire to perform this noted skill/talent. This is indeed the case with me when it comes to writing. I write because I love to, I write because it comes natural to me, I write because I bear this deep felt desire to express my thoughts; hoping that by so doing my writing may become a little spark that starts a necessary fire that will hopefully result in an eternal flame.

Yet, I must confess that I am indeed no avid scholar nor had any formal training in the art. In fact my schooling was very minimal in scope, which one may very well detect through my attempt to navigate my way into the art of blogging. I nonetheless scuffle on, adhering to the deep rooted desire that's anchored in my mind, in my being. Writing is something I have been doing on and off at different intervals of my life's progression. This began in my teenage years (while growing up on that little 144 square mile piece of Paradise that was renamed Jamaica by its former colonizers.) I wrote and performed a number of religious songs while I was a practicing member of the Christan faith, a faith that has a very strong presence on the Island and a philosophy to which I no longer pay credence. Later, in an attempt to elevate myself on a higher level of the financial ladder took to writing non-religious pieces with hopes of making it big in the broader and more secular segment of the society.

The fact that I have thus far survived the perils that beset the human endeavors of this planet and have lived to see changes which the world has made in the progression of time; and achieving through my various experiences what I believe to be an acute sense of who I am, have made me more enthusiastic about putting pen to paper. Writing with the hope of doing a little more than just entertaining for the purpose of glorification or monetary gain, but rather trying to impel a friend or foe to see through the telescopic vision of their mind something that already exists, but has been overshadowed by the strict mandate that it takes to survive the man made regiment of today's World Order.

So I have engaged myself in trying the art of blogging, and sure enough you the reader is now left with the task of critiquing, of judging my humble performance. My hope is that my trial at this craft may be found tasteful enough to warrant the time you spend adventuring through the maze that I have created in the attempt to engage your mind; for this is the foremost reason that this blogger has decided to test the field of blogging.

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2010-07-29T15:27:00.000-04:00

Grateful For Life

2010-07-19T13:13:00.000-04:00

On July 22, should I be allowed the privilege of continuing this earthly sojourn, I will be celebrating my 51st anniversary of my Birth Date, giving thanks for this wonderful experience called LIFE.

LIFE to me is everything. Nothing exists without it, and so for every laughter, every smile, every moment of sorrow, every moment of pain, for every experience that my LIFE entails; I AM FOREVER GRATEFUL, GRATEFUL FOR LIFE!

I hold steadfast to the opinion that all LIFE is created and sustained by the magnificence of the Universe, and that the Creator designed it to be this way. I am extremely appreciative of this earthly existence; knowing that my mom was advised to abort this former embryo due to the difficulties she confronted during her pregnancy makes it more so. Therefore I shall forever be indebted to her for her courage and strength. Equipped with the understanding that LIFE is as frail as it is precious I am indeed more joyful to BE— as I am to be alive.

On Wednesday July 22, 1959 amidst all the challenges she had to battle, my mother gave birth to this boy child whom she chose to name Washington Abraham Stevens. Washington and Abraham after the two noted American Presidents; Stevens the Family name, sir name, last name, whichever one is more suited to your likeness or your culture.

At this juncture of my life; having scaled a few great walls, navigated a few minefields, battled a number of monsters, slain a couple dragons and wearing the proven scars – metaphorically speaking of course. I have indeed garnered a much more profound and concrete adoration for this mystic reality called LIFE; and so, empowered with the understanding that had it not been for those saviors, those worthy knights, those agitators, those hero's, men and women of valor who chose death over subjugation during one of the most horrific, barbarous, and inhumane period of this world's so-called civilized era of man's existence on the planet earth; the faith and grace that communed this LIFE into existence would not have been.

So to celebrate my 51st anniversary I intend to celebrate the life of my ancestors; those who kept their eyes upon the prize and challenged the powers, the principalities of their time and made it possible that the atoms of the universe could come together and formulate this LIFE into being. To them I wish to pay honor, tribute, for their sacrifice which made this LIFE possible. To the Creator of the Universe and it's sustaining elements I wish to pay the greatest honor possible which only He/She can merit, and hope that with all the errors that this LIFE'S experience has sustained; that He/She; may find it cool to accept my humble gesture of gratitude

Grateful For Life (the lyrics)

The Secret Life of Bees

Happy Fathers Day

2010-06-19T16:56:00.001-04:00

It is Fathers Day weekend once again; to be alive and well is indeed a blessing; certainly life is precious; in fact, life is absolutely everything.

Life and Death

Dear Dad
Here is loving you
Thanking you for the life you afforded us

Life
The most precious commodity
On the face of mother earth

Who dares put a price on life
Who dare value it's worth
Knowing that without life
Everything is nonexistence

You stood by us in the absence of mom
Like so many fathers have
You could have packed and run

You taught us how to love
You taught us how to pray
Am I ever glad
You decided you would stay

Life is no bed of roses
And even roses carries thorns
Glad that you were there with us
Through the hardship we had borne

You showed love to all your children
Love felt way down deep
You stood by us
You shared with us
The bitter with the sweet

Yesterday is past and gone
Tomorrow never sure
All we really have is now
Because life is just a tour

Death
Inevitable
It's been knocking at your door
Oh that it was just an illness
For which there was a cure

Alas
This cage in which we live
Is destined for the ground
If you should leave
Don't you be sad
You made us glad
It was a pleasure
Having you around
Love you Dad

Washington Stevens

Extraordinary People - The boy who sees without eyes [1/5]

2010-06-14T19:31:00.001-04:00

Inspiration

The Human Anatomy/Creation OR Evolution

2010-06-14T18:50:00.002-04:00

It is very amazing the functioning of the human brain, its capability to retain so much information; memories that lingers from one's childhood until the weaning years of ones life, if no ailment besets its capabilities.
The entire human anatomy is indeed a very comprehensive and absolutely marvelous machine, with its functionality being controlled by the brain to transmit information from the senses and different organs throughout the body: the heart for the ever rotating supply of blood, the lungs for the supply of oxygen, one's liver which has many functions including managing the chemical level in the blood, the digestive system for the break down of the intake of earth's produce, and I could go on and on babbling about what little I understand about the functionality of the human anatomy with the brain being at the apex of its overall operations, but must leave it to those better fit to expound on the topic.

With the experience of seeing my mom ailing; having suffered a number of strokes, heart-attacks, surviving triple by-pass surgery, with the last stroke she suffered in May 2007 stealing from her a part of her speech capabilities; watching my dad suffer a minor stroke almost twenty four hours earlier; created a greater awareness, and made me much more concerned about their health issues.

Spending time with them: first seeing my dad swollen and looking almost like a corp; only to be informed by a pleasant and very informative nurse

at the hospital that this had accrued as a result of a mild stroke which he had suffered, an incident which took place in the State of Georgia while I was spending time there by my sister, where my dad also resides, and days later that week, taking the long trip by car to NY to be by my mother during her ordeal. It so happened that in the midst of their ailment I found what I have determined to be an informative experience which still lingers in my mind; creating a deeper curiosity about the operation of the human anatomy. A curiosity which leads me to the question; Creation or Evolution? a question for which many points of view and points of references have been given by those who are considered experts at their craft, and by the zealot whose conviction lays solely on a religious belief. This blogger brings no expertise to the subject matter and having little to almost no study on either theory except for time spent in the church circle, where one is compelled to follow the theory of Creation. The fact that I no longer adhere to the teaching of a religious order to which I once belonged, have given me the freedom to take a look at both views through non-bias lenses, and have drawn my own conclusion: that both theories have their merits but leaves room for verification.

I have since my childhood observe the daily evolution of life, not necessarily as explained by those espousing the theory, but have seen the evolution of caterpillars to butterflies; mosquitoes developing from the bacteria formed in a vase, or bottle of water left unattended for a period of time; frogs formed from tadpoles; maggots from dead animals; the EVOLUTION, of life, CREATED, by the creative majesty of the Universe, created and sustained by the very elements from which, and by which they were churned and given the precious gift of life; without which there is no surviving, the creative and sustaining elements of air, earth,fire, (sun) water. Being neither: a Science, History, or Theology scholar, and having no research of any kind from on which to base my opinion, this post should be seen as this blogger's personal point of view; based solely on my own belief; formed out of my life experience.

introduction to I Hurt

2010-06-03T19:32:00.003-04:00

My migration to the U.S.A had also opened my eyes to what was a crippling drug epidemic. Crack cocaine was having a devastating effect on New York City and most inner city throughout these United states of America. I heard of instances where for a hit of crack cocaine folks would sell their bodies and even that of their young daughters to satisfy their crave. This knowledge, the zombie-like appearance of crack heads_; the loss of life due to drug-related turf warfare, which left so many young black males along with many innocent bystanders laying lifeless in pools of blood all along New York City streets, gave way to the inspiration of the following poem, titled I Hurt found on the poetry page of this blog-site.

Dudus and Jamaica

2010-05-27T18:10:00.001-04:00

The events now taking place in Kingston, Jamaica is indeed most unsettling to the mind, but to someone who grew up on the Island and witnessed the political chaos that erupted there during the seventies and eighties it is not at all surprising. With so many guns now existing on the Island due to the influx of artillery that made its way there during what seemed to be a deliberate attempt to destabilize the country for the purpose of political maneuvering it now looks like the chicken has come home to roost.

To fully understand the why of what is currently taking place in Jamaica lets rewind to 1972. This was when Mr. Michael Manley, then leader of the People's National Party (PNP) which was the opposing party at the time and was leaning in a direction regarded as having a communist agenda; the PNP however won the election, making Mr. Manley Jamaica's fourth Prime Minister. This was also during the era of the cold war between the USA and Russia. I being a young teenager during these years, had not formed a political ideology at this point, but do recollect visiting for the first time to the (JIS) Jamaica Information Service to conduct a research on current events for a church project I was involved in. There, I came across the concept of the Nonaligned Movement of which Jamaica was a member, I found this to be intriguing and very informative.

Until 1972, Jamaica was a relatively peaceful Island. A place one would be happy to call home; where one was more than happy to return to after a long migration overseas; for the benefit of spending one's final days of an earthly sojourn in peace and tranquility. Alas, Jamaica would become a gun-toting battlefield due to political unrest fueled by the debate on communism which took traction on the Island .

There were guns of all makes and models making their way to the Island from various sectors of the globe. Finding hands for the use of these guns was in no way a challenge. Jamaica not too far removed from colonial rule; having gained it's so-called independence only ten years earlier, was and still is attempting to recover from what Dr. Joy De Gruy Leary I think would describe as Post Traumatic Slave Syndrome.

The high illiteracy rate, pockets of slums and economic impoverishment all contributed to the location of willing minds and capable hands to participate in the destruction of what was once considered a virtual paradise. Overnight it was transformed into a living hell, an aura of death could be felt in the atmosphere. The political rivalry between the People's National Party and the Jamaica Labor Party (JLP) had become insanely violent. Like magnet, the youths were dragged into warfare and with police and soldiers roaming the street day and night ,the Island had the feel of a virtual combat zone; the sound of gunshots became a routine occurrence. The radio's daily news broadcast along with the newspaper was consumed with the stories of death and destruction; another day, another killing, another family in pain grieving for their son or daughter who had fallen victim to the political insanity that had taken hold of the 144 square miles patch of earth sitting in the midst of the Caribbean Sea.

By 1976 the band-wagon of political chaos and destruction was bursting at the seams. The ordinary citizenry had been forced to either become a part of the insanity or lose their lives as an opposing element of the fraction that had arrogated themselves; the area dons, bosses, leaders or whatever they considered themselves to be. No one was spared; men, women, children, it did not matter; if you were not willing to be a part of the madness, you had to escape without notice knowing that you will no longer have a home to return to, or show unwavering support to the political party to which these self-proclaimed foot soldiers had aligned themselves.

By 1980 the entire country was in total chaos, the violence had now found its way to some suburban areas of the country. There were electrical power shortages, sometimes several times per day. Food became a scarce commodity, and the prices had gone insanely high on what food items could be found, leaving the country desperate for change; a goal attained through rape, theft, arson and murders by ignorant, impressionable minds executing savagery with guns (some home-made) brought into the country for the purpose of the created state of destruction and fear.

Fast forward to 2010 where Jamaica is trying to put behind her political violent past with hopes of once again luring her tourists on whom she is greatly dependent on (aided undoubtedly by it's now famous track star Usain Bolt ). Jamaica is again forced to face another period of unrest with a month long curfew now in effect, stemming from America's demand of the extradition of one Christopher "Dudus" Coke for drug trafficking charges in the USA where he would be facing a possible life sentence to be spent on one of America's only remaining slave plantations. So said because according to the 13th amendment of the US Constitution, which in my humble opinion, kept in place that horrible concept of force labor which was so brutally dispensed on humanity (be it the outright barbarous practice that the African experienced or the water-wash version that was called indentured servitude).

Mr. Coke may indeed be guilty of the accusations levelled against him and the Prime Minister's nine month refusal to extradite because of what he feels were illegally obtained wiretap evidence may very well have some merit. However, taking all this into consideration, the reality remains that for the country to once again be dealing with gun toting civilians at odds with the security forces will be very detrimental to the tourist industry and a terrible experience for the youths of the country. The availability of guns on the Island I do believe if traced, will without doubt finds its origin back to the seventies and eighties when the violent political monster reared it's vicious head.

My hope is that the events that are now occurring in Jamaica will have a more peaceful conclusion abating the present unrest and bringing back a semblance of peace to the Island.

Happy Birthday Malcolm X

2010-05-17T19:01:00.000-04:00

It is now two days to Malcolm's birthday. A day that has been celebrated as a holiday in the city of Berkeley, California since 1971, a fitting honor for an individual who was so viciously assassinated for so eloquently expounding on the dilemma his African brethren was confronting here on these American shores, in Africa, the Mother continent and so-called Third World and the greater World at large; wherever the problem of racism existed.

A Brother with a world view who was blessed with the ability of deep thought and charismatic eloquence.

My childhood in Jamaica where I was born and resided until the age of twenty seven, at which point I migrated to the USA was void of any knowledge about Malcolm X due to limited schooling. I myself being no avid scholar (accompanied with the fact that until 1972 there was a ban on many books on the Island which also included books of or about the beloved Brother), possessed a crave for information and would often spend time listening to the news, radio talk shows, or browsing through the daily newspaper, a hobby I continued even after my migration to the American shore in 1986. I would soon taste what is hopefully mere remnants of the African American unfortunate and distasteful experience, and sad to say, an experience felt globally by people of dark complexion depending on the progress a country had made since gaining its so-called independence from the corruption and disgrace that was colonization.

It is my contention that the variance of the human complexion became a mere mechanism by which a glutton, iniquitous and depraved sector of the human population, men without conscience; executed their devised plan
to fill their coffers with material wealth at the expense of the soul of the human character. In this attempt to systematically dehumanize the African, indisputably accomplishing the same for their race.

How is it possible to attempt the dehumanization of any human being without first lowering the moral value of one's divine nature?

Truth be told the black and white friction was all a farce the real struggle was and continues to be one for the color green_ the almighty (dollar). Therefore all the people were duped, hoodwinked and bamboozled while the few ignoble who poisoned the planet's population to near death and if they could, would have held the world hostage, gasping for air, had what they thought was lavish living. All along living a life of immoral enrichment when they could have been living one that was both morally upright and pure.

And so in two days on May 19th the opportunity to celebrate Brother Malcolm X's life on this planet will once again present itself should the hands of time allows us another sunlight.

His life though short lived is one I wold prefer than one of longevity lived in the shoes of a slave master, an oppressor or just a racist bigot. So on May 19th, 2010 should I not continue to enjoy the blessings of the universe's eternal sustaining elements I wish to with this post declare my unwavering appreciation for this Brother's sacrifice. For him who stood up for justice that has been trampled beneath hateful and pernicious feet on an onward march towards the demise of the human collective existence.

Happy Mother's Day Mom

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Where to begin? Well let me begin by quoting a few lines from Bob Marley who said in his song Coming In From The Cold "Every man was once a baby... in this life..." With age comes experience and at the ripe golden age of fifty, I am using the term golden age here having given it some thought beforehand, because in my opinion not only is every year a golden one but every moment should be considered such, with the understanding that longevity is not a given.

And with fifty years under my belt not only do I have a lot to say; but having survived the perils of what is a man made New world order, I do believe I have earned the right to speak my mind.

I am a son of the soil a child of the Universe_ with the right to exist as does the moon and the stars above within the upper stratosphere, I believe in only one race, the human-race, with a variegated semblance of complexion, a variance which was used by persons of denigrated character to manipulate the mind of others to benefit their greed and craven lust; for which sixty to one hundred million Africans suffered because of their strength and ability to endure the long voyage of thousands of miles, and cruel slave labor that was so brutally wrenched from their system in what some call the Atlantic Slave Trade. But is to the African nothing short of a devastating and inhumane Holocaust a crime against humanity no doubt, and a stinking stench in the human experience.

And so on this Mother's day Weekend I wish to take this opportunity to once again show some gratitude and my appreciation to my mother for not aborting what was once just an embryo irrespective of the difficulties with which she was confronted and the advise from her peers which they had considered prudent and logical after their assessment of her unfortunate dilemma.

The following is a poem written and copyright by me, titled Right to Life; dedicated to my mother, and I think
a suitable addition to this post.

Right To Life

If my mom had listen to her peers

Had not fought and conquered her fears

This boy child she would not have borne

But would have aborted me from her womb

Thank you mom for the pain you bore

As doctors shouted push some more

Which was nothing to compare

With all the pain you had to bear

Having five hungry kids to rear

For those times when dad was away

You worked so hard both night and day

So we could have a bite to eat

Clothes on our backs shoes on our feet

I remember we were financially poor

Real hard times we had to endure

Still I knew we had much wealth

For through your love mom this was felt

Thank you mom for giving me birth

For life's experience on this earth

Where I've grown to learn one fact

That every man white or black

Is a child of the Universe

and with his life can influence its course

These words mom are to show appreciation

For your love

And your devotion

Thank you mom