Saturday, December 17, 2011
Saturday, December 6, 2008
I am not ME
Hello WORLD! Its been awhile since I've written in my blog, funny though, don't know why?! So much has happened since my last post. I had muchness to write about... but, but, but...(sigh). All that venting I wanted to do....gone! All that anger I wanted to release...gone! All that sadness consuming me...gone! What is left is a new beginning. A beginning that should have started so so many years ago.
So I write this as the old me, who became the pathetic me, and is reverting back to the original me! ..doesn't make any sense? I know!! Just understand I am a new person; metaphorically I have become a BETTER me. Its amazing how a life change can make you come to that realization. That single(slap in the face) second, where you shake your head in bewilderment, and say to yourself, 'who the f&%k is this person'.
I took a step back, and looked at me...WOW! the person I saw didn't even resemble your gurl. I saw a person who had settled for less. A person who had made so many compromises, her whole life was a compromise. Not a single thing about her reflected those passions that use to burn so deep they would resonate adrenalin energy...like a hunter waiting for its prey...GONE!!!
In its place was an empty void, a functional void no less, deprived from the very source of its uniqueness. I had become comfortable in a situation that was depressing my spirit and consuming my person. This was not, what was foreseen, this was an accident of nature.
THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU! My oppressor you have set me FREE!! YES, you hurt, betrayed and manipulated me. YES, you destroyed all that we built together... I cried bitterly, I screamed angrily and I worried and stressed.NO, you gave no comfort and you gave no joy. BUT, despite what you did, you gave me something priceless, you gave me back "ME".
WELCOME BACK MEL@NE$I@N ME......
So I write this as the old me, who became the pathetic me, and is reverting back to the original me! ..doesn't make any sense? I know!! Just understand I am a new person; metaphorically I have become a BETTER me. Its amazing how a life change can make you come to that realization. That single(slap in the face) second, where you shake your head in bewilderment, and say to yourself, 'who the f&%k is this person'.
I took a step back, and looked at me...WOW! the person I saw didn't even resemble your gurl. I saw a person who had settled for less. A person who had made so many compromises, her whole life was a compromise. Not a single thing about her reflected those passions that use to burn so deep they would resonate adrenalin energy...like a hunter waiting for its prey...GONE!!!
In its place was an empty void, a functional void no less, deprived from the very source of its uniqueness. I had become comfortable in a situation that was depressing my spirit and consuming my person. This was not, what was foreseen, this was an accident of nature.
THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU! My oppressor you have set me FREE!! YES, you hurt, betrayed and manipulated me. YES, you destroyed all that we built together... I cried bitterly, I screamed angrily and I worried and stressed.NO, you gave no comfort and you gave no joy. BUT, despite what you did, you gave me something priceless, you gave me back "ME".
WELCOME BACK MEL@NE$I@N ME......
Monday, June 23, 2008
Deceitful Web
How can I justify
This web that I have weaved.
From dawn to dusk
It gets twisted
Tighter and so elaborate.
Its pattern now distinct
The picture of my fantasy.
Too deep in illusion
So far from existence.
I am the creator
Of this merry wonderment.
My artistic creativity
Designed for perfection.
Yes! The fulfillment of my vision.
My imagination the pattern
You, my inspiration.
Together we designed
The ideal forever after.
Woven in perfect strokes
With only a single thread
The dream capture of Love.
But now my conscious defies
It screams the painful truth.
Deceit will slowly destroy
Unraveling the secrets weaved.
One by one they falter
Erasing all my inventions.
Oh No! My intricate web redeemed.
© 2008 islandDIVA
This web that I have weaved.
From dawn to dusk
It gets twisted
Tighter and so elaborate.
Its pattern now distinct
The picture of my fantasy.
Too deep in illusion
So far from existence.
I am the creator
Of this merry wonderment.
My artistic creativity
Designed for perfection.
Yes! The fulfillment of my vision.
My imagination the pattern
You, my inspiration.
Together we designed
The ideal forever after.
Woven in perfect strokes
With only a single thread
The dream capture of Love.
But now my conscious defies
It screams the painful truth.
Deceit will slowly destroy
Unraveling the secrets weaved.
One by one they falter
Erasing all my inventions.
Oh No! My intricate web redeemed.
© 2008 islandDIVA
Friday, May 23, 2008
From B-Boy to Wu-tang
So for a minute my l'il man was B-Boy Baby but hes moved on. You see he's grown now, and thinks a 2 year old can handle the complexity of party music; a man's gotta kick it with the times.
the wu-tang, thats how we do...yeah babe, Represent the D town!
the wu-tang, thats how we do...yeah babe, Represent the D town!
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Dr Sugar Ray Presents...
.:. I borrowed this frm Dr. Sugar Ray. One of the funniest guys around, his freestyle work is one of a kind! .:.
I think this is hilarious......
Here’s what ANY and EVERY MALE ( of any age, at any age ) will get from me whenever they so much as LOOK in tha’ general direction of either of my girls..
THEY { boys } don’t have to like it….however I like it !! And since I’M DAD, what I SAY GOES !! It’s THAT simple !!
Dr. Sugar Ray { Dad } Presents:
APPLICATION FOR PERMISSION TO DATE MY DAUGHTER
NOTE: This application will be incomplete and rejected unless accompanied by a complete financial statement,
job history, lineage, and current medical report from your doctor.
NAME_____________________________________ DATE OF BIRTH_____________
HEIGHT___________ WEIGHT____________ IQ__________ GPA_____________
SOCIAL SECURITY #_________________ DRIVERS LICENSE #________________
BOY SCOUT RANK AND BADGES__________________________________________
HOME ADDRESS_______________________ CITY/STATE___________ ZIP______
Do you have parents? ___Yes ___No
Is one male and the other female? ___Yes ___No
If No, explain: __________________________________________________- ___________
__________________________________________________- ___________________
Number of years they have been married ______________________________
If less than your age, explain
__________________________________________________- __________________
__________________________________________________- __________________
ACCESSORIES SECTION:
A. Do you own or have access to a van? __Yes __No
B. A truck with oversized tires? __Yes __No
C. A waterbed? __Yes __No
D. A pickup with a mattress in the back? __Yes __No
E. A tattoo? __Yes __No
F. Do you have an earring, nose ring, __Yes __No
pierced tongue, pierced cheek or a belly button ring?
(IF YOU ANSWERED 'YES' TO ANY OF THE ABOVE, DISCONTINUE APPLICATION
AND LEAVE PREMISES IMMEDIATELY. I SUGGEST RUNNING.)
ESSAY SECTION:
In 50 words or less, what does 'LATE' mean to you?
__________________________________________________- ____________
__________________________________________________- ____________
In 50 words or less, what does 'DON'T TOUCH MY DAUGHTER' mean to you?
__________________________________________________- ____________
__________________________________________________- ____________
In 50 words or less, what does 'ABSTINENCE' mean to you?
__________________________________________________- ____________
__________________________________________________- ____________
REFERENCES SECTION:
Church you attend __________________________________________________- _
How often you attend ________________________________________________
When would be the best time to interview your:
father? _____________
mother? _____________
pastor? _____________
SHORT-ANSWER SECTION:
Answer by filling in the blank. Please answer freely, all answers
are confidential.
A: If I were shot, the last place I would want shot would be:
__________________________________________________- ____________
B: If I were beaten, the last bone I would want broken is my:
__________________________________________________- ____________
C: A woman's place is in the:
__________________________________________________- ____________
D: The one thing I hope this application does not ask me about is:
__________________________________________________- ____________
E. What do you want to do IF you grow up? ___________________________
__________________________________________________- ____________
__________________________________________________- ____________
F. When I meet a girl, the thing I always notice about her first is:
__________________________________________________- ____________
F. What is the current going rate of a hotel room? __________________
I SWEAR THAT ALL INFORMATION SUPPLIED ABOVE IS TRUE AND CORRECT TO
THE BEST OF MY KNOWLEDGE UNDER PENALTY OF DEATH, DISMEMBERMENT,
NATIVE AMERICAN ANT TORTURE, CRUCIFIXION, ELECTROCUTION, CHINESE
WATER TORTURE, RED HOT POKERS, AND HILLARY CLINTON KISS TORTURE.
__________________________________________________- _______
Applicant's Signature (that means sign your name, moron!)
_______________________________ ________________________________
Mother's Signature Father's Signature
_______________________________ ________________________________
Pastor/Priest/Rabbi State Representative/Congressman
Thank you for your interest, and it had better be genuine and non-sexual.
Please allow four to six years for processing.
You will be contacted in writing if you are approved. Please do not try to call or write (since
you probably can't, and it would cause you injury). If your application is rejected, you will be
notified by two gentleman wearing white ties carrying violin cases. (you might watch your back)
To prepare yourself, start studying Daddy's Rules for Dating….AGAIN !!
Yeah, I know that these were presented once befo’..
..I’m presentin’ ‘em again !!
Get tha’ f-ck OVER IT !!
If ya’ wanna’ entertain any THOUGHT of a POSSIBILITY of MAYBE havin’ a PRAYER of a slight CHANCE of bein’ able to even HOPE to get through ME in order to be even REMOTELY CONSIDERED to be in tha’ RUNNIN’ for a DECISION regardin’ a date wit’ MY DAUGHTER, you’ll do well to read these several times....a minute !!
..of EVERY HOUR !!
..of EVERY DAYUMMM DAY !!
..fo’ tha’ REST OF YA’ LIFE til’ I say otherwise !!
Read ‘em….write ‘em down….tape ‘em to tha’ backs of ya’ eyelids….memorize ‘em….recite and chant ‘em in several different languages even !!
”Daddy's Rules for Dating”
Your dad's rules for your boyfriend (or for you if you're a guy) :
Rule One:
If you pull into my driveway and honk you'd better be delivering a package, because you're sure not picking anything up.
Rule Two:
You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter's body, I will remove them.
Rule Three:
I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, in order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.
Rule Four:
I'm sure you've been told that in today's world, sex without utilizing a “Barrier method” of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate, when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.
Rule Five:
It is usually understood that in order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is: “early”.
Rule Six:
I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.
Rule Seven:
As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process than can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don't you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car?
Rule Eight:
The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka - zipped up to her throat. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual themes are to be avoided; movies which feature chain saws are okay. Hockey games are okay. Old folks homes are better.
Rule Nine:
Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a pot-bellied, balding, middle-aged, dim-witted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless god of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.
Rule Ten:
Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in thedriveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy near Hanoi . When my Agent Orange starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit the car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, then return to your car - there is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine !!
Now adhere to these and we don’t have a problem….break ANY of these rules and we have more than a problem..
..we have a 911 phone call to be made !!
‘Nuff said..
Class Dismissed !!
I think this is hilarious......
Here’s what ANY and EVERY MALE ( of any age, at any age ) will get from me whenever they so much as LOOK in tha’ general direction of either of my girls..
THEY { boys } don’t have to like it….however I like it !! And since I’M DAD, what I SAY GOES !! It’s THAT simple !!
Dr. Sugar Ray { Dad } Presents:
APPLICATION FOR PERMISSION TO DATE MY DAUGHTER
NOTE: This application will be incomplete and rejected unless accompanied by a complete financial statement,
job history, lineage, and current medical report from your doctor.
NAME_____________________________________ DATE OF BIRTH_____________
HEIGHT___________ WEIGHT____________ IQ__________ GPA_____________
SOCIAL SECURITY #_________________ DRIVERS LICENSE #________________
BOY SCOUT RANK AND BADGES__________________________________________
HOME ADDRESS_______________________ CITY/STATE___________ ZIP______
Do you have parents? ___Yes ___No
Is one male and the other female? ___Yes ___No
If No, explain: __________________________________________________- ___________
__________________________________________________- ___________________
Number of years they have been married ______________________________
If less than your age, explain
__________________________________________________- __________________
__________________________________________________- __________________
ACCESSORIES SECTION:
A. Do you own or have access to a van? __Yes __No
B. A truck with oversized tires? __Yes __No
C. A waterbed? __Yes __No
D. A pickup with a mattress in the back? __Yes __No
E. A tattoo? __Yes __No
F. Do you have an earring, nose ring, __Yes __No
pierced tongue, pierced cheek or a belly button ring?
(IF YOU ANSWERED 'YES' TO ANY OF THE ABOVE, DISCONTINUE APPLICATION
AND LEAVE PREMISES IMMEDIATELY. I SUGGEST RUNNING.)
ESSAY SECTION:
In 50 words or less, what does 'LATE' mean to you?
__________________________________________________- ____________
__________________________________________________- ____________
In 50 words or less, what does 'DON'T TOUCH MY DAUGHTER' mean to you?
__________________________________________________- ____________
__________________________________________________- ____________
In 50 words or less, what does 'ABSTINENCE' mean to you?
__________________________________________________- ____________
__________________________________________________- ____________
REFERENCES SECTION:
Church you attend __________________________________________________- _
How often you attend ________________________________________________
When would be the best time to interview your:
father? _____________
mother? _____________
pastor? _____________
SHORT-ANSWER SECTION:
Answer by filling in the blank. Please answer freely, all answers
are confidential.
A: If I were shot, the last place I would want shot would be:
__________________________________________________- ____________
B: If I were beaten, the last bone I would want broken is my:
__________________________________________________- ____________
C: A woman's place is in the:
__________________________________________________- ____________
D: The one thing I hope this application does not ask me about is:
__________________________________________________- ____________
E. What do you want to do IF you grow up? ___________________________
__________________________________________________- ____________
__________________________________________________- ____________
F. When I meet a girl, the thing I always notice about her first is:
__________________________________________________- ____________
F. What is the current going rate of a hotel room? __________________
I SWEAR THAT ALL INFORMATION SUPPLIED ABOVE IS TRUE AND CORRECT TO
THE BEST OF MY KNOWLEDGE UNDER PENALTY OF DEATH, DISMEMBERMENT,
NATIVE AMERICAN ANT TORTURE, CRUCIFIXION, ELECTROCUTION, CHINESE
WATER TORTURE, RED HOT POKERS, AND HILLARY CLINTON KISS TORTURE.
__________________________________________________- _______
Applicant's Signature (that means sign your name, moron!)
_______________________________ ________________________________
Mother's Signature Father's Signature
_______________________________ ________________________________
Pastor/Priest/Rabbi State Representative/Congressman
Thank you for your interest, and it had better be genuine and non-sexual.
Please allow four to six years for processing.
You will be contacted in writing if you are approved. Please do not try to call or write (since
you probably can't, and it would cause you injury). If your application is rejected, you will be
notified by two gentleman wearing white ties carrying violin cases. (you might watch your back)
To prepare yourself, start studying Daddy's Rules for Dating….AGAIN !!
Yeah, I know that these were presented once befo’..
..I’m presentin’ ‘em again !!
Get tha’ f-ck OVER IT !!
If ya’ wanna’ entertain any THOUGHT of a POSSIBILITY of MAYBE havin’ a PRAYER of a slight CHANCE of bein’ able to even HOPE to get through ME in order to be even REMOTELY CONSIDERED to be in tha’ RUNNIN’ for a DECISION regardin’ a date wit’ MY DAUGHTER, you’ll do well to read these several times....a minute !!
..of EVERY HOUR !!
..of EVERY DAYUMMM DAY !!
..fo’ tha’ REST OF YA’ LIFE til’ I say otherwise !!
Read ‘em….write ‘em down….tape ‘em to tha’ backs of ya’ eyelids….memorize ‘em….recite and chant ‘em in several different languages even !!
”Daddy's Rules for Dating”
Your dad's rules for your boyfriend (or for you if you're a guy) :
Rule One:
If you pull into my driveway and honk you'd better be delivering a package, because you're sure not picking anything up.
Rule Two:
You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter's body, I will remove them.
Rule Three:
I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, in order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.
Rule Four:
I'm sure you've been told that in today's world, sex without utilizing a “Barrier method” of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate, when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.
Rule Five:
It is usually understood that in order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is: “early”.
Rule Six:
I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.
Rule Seven:
As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process than can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don't you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car?
Rule Eight:
The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka - zipped up to her throat. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual themes are to be avoided; movies which feature chain saws are okay. Hockey games are okay. Old folks homes are better.
Rule Nine:
Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a pot-bellied, balding, middle-aged, dim-witted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless god of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.
Rule Ten:
Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in thedriveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy near Hanoi . When my Agent Orange starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit the car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, then return to your car - there is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine !!
Now adhere to these and we don’t have a problem….break ANY of these rules and we have more than a problem..
..we have a 911 phone call to be made !!
‘Nuff said..
Class Dismissed !!
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Brooklyn Babe
So this is how I spent my Saturday night....gettin ma Spring Bling on at the Amarachi Lounge in Brooklyn!
Happy Birthday Nelson(Flash).
Pity about the NYPD gettin all up in the mix, gotta feel the love though!!
Which brings me to another pet peeve, why is it, when black men congregate in the same place at the same time,those dammmmm testosterones get the better of them....as my Niiga friends would say "too much wahala"!!
Happy Birthday Nelson(Flash).
Pity about the NYPD gettin all up in the mix, gotta feel the love though!!
Which brings me to another pet peeve, why is it, when black men congregate in the same place at the same time,those dammmmm testosterones get the better of them....as my Niiga friends would say "too much wahala"!!
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Remembering Earth Day
What have you done for your Earth today?!
Environmental responsibility is everyone’s responsibility. So this Earth Day, make protecting our planet an every day commitment, and together we can create a cleaner, healthier world.
.:. Administrator Stephen L. Johnson's Earth Day message

Photo curtesy of: Earth 2008 photo contest winner Richard Burkart "Enjoying the Environment".
Environmental responsibility is everyone’s responsibility. So this Earth Day, make protecting our planet an every day commitment, and together we can create a cleaner, healthier world.
.:. Administrator Stephen L. Johnson's Earth Day message

Photo curtesy of: Earth 2008 photo contest winner Richard Burkart "Enjoying the Environment".
Monday, March 10, 2008
Fleeting Moments
precious moments of seduction
encounters of pure bliss
soul promises in whispers
forever beyond return
the taste of pure ecsatcy
lay await in magical dreams
yearning for that secret
only lovers dare to tell
random thoughts of desire
awaken thy being
reminding of possibilities
disguised in fates riddle
surrender to the calling
the rhythmn of the heart
seducing the unbeliever
now lost in its passion
© 2007-2008 islandDIVA
encounters of pure bliss
soul promises in whispers
forever beyond return
the taste of pure ecsatcy
lay await in magical dreams
yearning for that secret
only lovers dare to tell
random thoughts of desire
awaken thy being
reminding of possibilities
disguised in fates riddle
surrender to the calling
the rhythmn of the heart
seducing the unbeliever
now lost in its passion
© 2007-2008 islandDIVA
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