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** I think it's time for all creative souls to step forward. Make art,  teach art,  give art share your soul. see if that is what it will take to help stabilize what going on in the world today. November 2016

I’m a Humanist and a Buddhist and I meditate when I can, hey no one is perfect. I’m also a thinking man. I spend a lot of time in my head. I’m trying to grow into the man I would be the most proud of. I really like the guy I am but hey who can’t be better. Loving human kind for a sensitive man like me has proven to be more difficult than I could have thought. I have not given up, I just strengthen my mission.

I’m a good conversationalist and a better kisser. I'm a Photographer, Artist, Painter, Poet, short story writer, good cook and baker. So art and Music hold major place cards in my life.

I have a wonderful Partner who is supportive and inspiring. A nicer and sweeter man I could not have imagined. His name is Herschell

Buddha Quotes

Sunday, June 21, 2009


If I don’t smile, that doesn’t mean I don’t like you.

If I don’t smile, it doesn’t mean I have bad feelings for you.

If I don’t smile, my life still has joy.

If I don’t smile or laugh like you’re my favorite toy.

If I don’t smile, it doesn’t mean my carefree mood is through.

If I don’t smile, why do you think it is all about you?

If I don’t smile, is my expression to cold?

If I don’t smile, is my serious face too bold?

If I don’t smile, that doesn’t mean that I don’t like to.

It might just mean I don’t want to.

Ode to Smitty

I met a Man, He lived next door.

I met a Man, he said hello when I was opening my door.

I met a Man, he brought fresh Egg Nog.

I drank it in the evening while I watched the fog.

I met a Man, He was always friendly and cool with a smile.

Sometimes we would hang out and talk a while.

I met a Man, He spoke of his wife.

He said she was the light of his life.

I met a Man, He told me his days were smooth as a line.

Whenever I got jealous, he would say, soon it will be your time.

I met a Man, He lived next door.

I met a Man, he said hello when I was opening my door.

They Don’t Make ‘Em Like That Anymore

The Man said to me, “They don’t make ‘em like that anymore”. I just smiled to show I agreed, but I didn’t. They DO make ‘em like that! There she was standing right there, going over the vegetables with the eyes of a Farmer. She smiled at me and I knew she was real.

We went to three different vegetable stands and all the Seller’s greeted her like an old friend. With three days worth of vegetables between us on the front seat and wind and Sun on our faces, we talked about life, her big brother and our families.

It felt like talking to my big cousin. She was easily open to me. I kept thinking, “Did I meet her so many years before”, but reality said it was only our second meeting.

She said, “Do you want to see my favorite beach in the area?” It had driftwood, stones, grass and a big dune. It was a lot like her, the more time you spend, the more you find to be interested in.

When we got back to her house. She let me watch her cook but would not let me help. It felt like the family I missed with her cooking and giving out advice like what I should do with this friend or that situation.

At the end of my visit with the Manning’s I felt welcome. From the first moment that Claire took my arm to show me the view of the Bay from her balcony, to smile from her daughter Claire when I complimented her on red dress she must have worn just for me. The gift of watching a firework show on a Manhattan rooftop with Marita and Kerry. All the family Bar B-Que’s and cool restaurants and twilight wine tasting.

So as I smiled at the Vegetable man I knew he was wrong. They do make ‘em like that. They made a whole family. Allison was just the first one he met.

I was lucky enough to meet the family that helped shape such a special woman.

Thank you, Allison I miss you.

I can’t believe I cried

I can’t believe I cried, water running down my face.

I can’t believe I cried, leaking all over the place.


The day started like any other, washed my face and got dressed.

Maybe it was my meditation or was I not feeling my best?


I watched the news, mergers, hold ups, lost babies and you know all the regular drama.

It was implied that all the criminals and I shared the same mama.


I left my house to hang with my people.

I walked pass some kids on my bloc, they looked at me lethal. Little kids how can they be lethal?


I caught up with my Mans and ‘nem. They were all full of stress.

They had baby Papa and Mama Drama. Their lives were filled with too many tests.


I left them to go and find a good book.

On the way I saw an accident and their bumpers were hooked.


They were fighting and screaming and fist were engaged, from where I stood they all in a rage.

I did what I could to break up the fight. I don’t want to have to punch out someone’s lights. Just for helping out I would land myself on the front page.


I stopped at the store to play my numbers and get a Snapple, made from the best stuff on Earth.

As I bugged off the slogan on the bottle, I stood by the freezer. Some guy came in and stole this lady’s purse.


I thought about chasing him but some other brothers were too fast.

Looking at this lady, her hair in four braids, she brought back a vision direct from my past.


I said to the frightened older lady, “Just in case they don’t catch him I’ll give you some cash.”

It’s always terrible when your life feels like a sudden car crash.


I paid for her groceries and asked her to wait. I would walk her home because I could see it shook her.

As we neared her door, she started to thank me, like old ladies do all sweet and unsure.


As I turned to leave I saw a cop car. He had the purse snatcher or in another life a track star.

I said thank you officer for lending a hand; he said do you have ID for this purse? Please put your hands on the car.


He checked me and cuffed me and had me down on my knees. I asked, what’s the problem? He was taking my keys.

He called for back up to take me to the station. He smiled a sick smile as I saw blood on my knee.


I was lock up for a night because I fit the description. I was locked down, violated and deterred from my mission.

My cell mate was big and wore only some holly shorts. He smelled like an ass but I knew better than to start dissin’.


He looked at me like I was the next competitor.

When looked back at him he looked like a predator.


All I wanted some fresh air and to find a good book to buy.

When that old lady bailed me out, I can’t believe I cried.