Sometimes loving the one you’re with is just a supreme waste of time. And we’re better than that. Right?
The Person Lying Next To Me It isn’t love that keeps me here Just the hope of it Clinging to the dream That I will one day awake And no longer need the person lying next to me Just something to keep me busy Just a little something to ease the pain of my loneliness A distraction And while I wait I wonder how you will look And how you will speak And what your fingertips will feel like As they brush against my cheek And sometimes when she holds me I pretend it's you And it makes it easier to smile in her face And come on her hand And swallow her soggy cigarette flavored kisses Kools Menthol I wipe my mouth on the pillow Pretending she doesn’t notice And then I sleep and dream of you Knowing that one day I will awake And no longer need the person lying next to me
D'Angelo (AKA Michael D'Angelo Eugene Archer) – Grammy winning R&B singer and Hot Piece of Neo-Soul Trash.
Damn. The first time I heard Brown Sugar I knew this man was something special. No, better than special. He was on some new, New Shit and the whole world would be forced to wake up and take notice! And the world did wake up and she did take notice and what she saw first, as she stumbled groggily from her late 80's Soulless Soul Music coma, was a fine ass R&B crooner the likes of which hadn't been seen since 1979! Oh the 90's were off to a roaring start and Mr. Archer, along with Maxwell and Erykah Badu, was leading the charge! But as usually happens with musical geniuses, Mr. Archer got caught up in drugs, alcohol and his own ego and changed from this:
And this:
And good LAWD this:
Into this:
But do you know what the truly twisted, sick and totally fucked up part of all this is? I’d Still Hit It!
D'Angelo – Lady
D'Angelo – Me And Those Dreamin Eyes Of Mine
Let this be a lesson to all you vain, self-centered types: yes drugs can help keep you pretty but once you throw that monkey from your back and choke him to death with your laptop power cord you will immediately (And by immediately I mean "instantaneously") gain copious amounts of weight so it's best to just leave that shit alone and eat right, exercise and get some damn sleep! – GD
I'm still sick *cough* but I just had to post these fantastic Parliament-Funkadelic related tidbits before I coughed and limped off to bed.
I found this on The Onion. It's old but still funny as hell!
Clinton Threatens To Drop Da Bomb On Iraq FEBRUARY 25, 1998 | ISSUE 33•07
CHOCOLATE CITY—In an address before an emergency session of Parliament Monday, George Clinton said he is prepared to drop Da Bomb on Iraq if Saddam Hussein does not loosen up and comply with U.N. weapons inspectors by the Clinton-imposed deadline of March 1.
"For Saddam Hussein to refuse to let U.N. officials inspect Iraqi weapons facilities as per the terms of Iraq's 1991 Gulf War surrender is decidedly unfunky of him," Clinton said. "While the decision to drop Da Bomb is never an easy one, unless Saddam gets down with this whole U.N.-inspection thang and seriously refunkatizes his stance by March 1, we will have no choice but to tear the roof off Baghdad."
Preparations for the military strike, dubbed Operation Supergroovalisticprosifunkstication Storm, are already underway. The Mothership is ready and on standby at Starchild Air Force Base in Detroit, where more than 5,000 bop gunners are making final preparations for deployment to the Persian Gulf. Clinton has also ordered an additional 2,500 Aquaboogie Amphibious Assault units to the Gulf, bringing the total P-Funk Nation military presence in the region to 23,000.
According to General William "Bootsy" Collins, the primary goal of the ground assault is to breach Hussein's presidential palace, capture the Iraqi leader, and "put some serious funk in his trunk."
Collins acknowledged that the mission would not be easy.
"Saddam's palace is heavily fortified. In the front, it's protected by several dozen towers manned with armed guards, and in the back, there's a 50-foot high hump—so high you can't get over it and so wide you can't get around it," Collins said. "Having our men attempt to attack from the front would be suicide: If we are to have any chance of entering the palace and funkatizing Saddam, we've got to get over the hump. After all, if you want to capture a boogie, you've got to attack from the back."
Despite the difficulty of the task ahead, troop morale is high. "As a soldier in the army of Uncle Jam, I have pledged my full groovallegiance to Commander-In-Chief Clinton," said Lieutenant Bernie Worrell of the army's elite 72nd Promentalshitbackwashpsychosis Enema Squadron. "I am fully prepared to give up my life for the funk. To the rear... march."
"Executing political adversaries, shunning foreigners, condemning America as 'The Great Satan'—that Saddam is one uptight cat," Mothership captain Eddie Hazel said. "For too long, he has ruled Iraq with neither a glide in his stride nor a dip in his hip. At this point, our only remaining option is to drop a serious funk bomb on him."
Clinton's ultimatum before Parliament was met with high praise from numerous top-ranking Chocolate City officials, including Secretary of Education Richard Pryor, Secretary of Fine Arts Stevie Wonder and First Lady Aretha Franklin.
"Saddam has two choices," Pryor said. "Get down or step down."
While polls indicate that Operation Supergroovalisticprosifunkstication Storm enjoys strong support among Chocolate City residents, many residents of the city's less funky vanilla suburbs question its purpose.
"Why are we dropping Da Bomb on Iraq if it's only Saddam we're after?" Peter Strosser, 37, said. "If Da Bomb is dropped on Baghdad, the bootys of countless innocent Iraqi civilians will be tragically loosened. Is that what we want, to turn millions of decent, reserved Iraqis into free-spirited, dance-crazed party people? I think not."
"The effects of dropping this 50,000-megafunk bomb on a heavily populated city like Baghdad will be devastating," said Linda Sue Strelczyk, president of Suburbanites Against Da Bomb. "At ground zero, the explosion will give off a horrific, blinding flash-light, causing untold millions who look directly into it to get totally freaky."
Responding to the anti-Bomb protests among the unfunky, Clinton made an impassioned plea for unity.
"In times of crisis such as this, we must stand united, not divided," Clinton said. "We must join together as one nation under a groove, getting down just for the funk of it."
This is one of my new favorite commercials! This makes me laugh every time I see it!
Having cute little kids dance to We Want The Funk? Priceless!
I'm still sick and I hate it! I've coughed so much I have a headache and my appetite is nil. This is how I know I'm getting old. UGH. Anyway, here's a poem I wrote a long time ago. There seems to be a little history repeating here. Funny that...
How I Lost Her
I used to be able to know things but My knowing has up and disappeared
I wish I could get her back but I don’t know how My La Loba, my Wolf Woman, has deserted me And I don’t really blame her for doing so.
When she said go left I said go right When she said not to trust that one I said that one loves me
I was foolish, I know How could I have disobeyed her? She who has lived in my soul Since the beginning of time
When she left not a word was spoken Her hand came away from mine She changed into her wolf self And ran away to play with her sisters
It will take some time to find her It will be difficult to navigate The thick and ancient forest of my mind Without her by my side
But I will remember what she taught me And we will be one again
And then, feeling rather sick, he went to look for some parsley.
I burn incense as I type these words Teary-eyed A mixture of Black Love and Rain wafts through the air And I pause to look at the white smoke coming from the burner Tonight a man invited me to his home He wanted me to let him touch me My soft wet warm folds he wanted to explore with his fingers I said no
He is a nice man A lonely man He is afraid needy funny Awkward with women And this is his charm I am immune I am numb to almost all sexual feeling All except the little ones The ones that sneak in under the wainscoting during the night They are quickly dispatched by my vibrator I like her because she is so terse business like Straight forward and to the point She gets the job done
I have noticed the difference How chilled I am I know this isn’t normal but I like it Or maybe I have become comfortable I would call it “just going through the motions” but I don’t think that This is exactly what it is Waiting maybe What am I waiting for I would be lying if I said I still honestly believed that Anyone will show up Is this what losing hope feels like
The tears well up but they will not fall Not for this Just doesn’t seem right somehow To waste tears on this The incense have burned out I will light another Sandalwood
I Want To Be Bad I want to be bad Thoroughly reprehensible Unredeemable And without favor on this earth Today was an auspicious beginning For my decent into depravity I will remember always this day This day I threw away my salvation With the hope of spending a thimbleful of hours With you, alone in lust’s firm grip
I want to be bad Despicable in everyone’s sight Unrepentant Asphyxiated by my desire for you and Sent straight to hell With the taste of your warm skin on my tongue There I will commiserate with other lost souls We will keep each other cool with Stories of hard won passion Won at any price
Untitled 6 Always a bridesmaid, never a bride Is what I think as I see the two of you together You so smitten, not able to let go She, barely able to stand the sight of you
It’s not that I want you for myself No, I don’t want you What I want is the wanting Someone to see only me
If you can’t be with the one you love, love the one you’re with Is how I feel when you take me in your arms But my jelly jar is always left half-empty when you leave And half of something just won’t do anymore
Knowing that someone would die to be between your legs Feels good at first, yes, it does at first But when the inner longing is left unsatisfied The heart grows cold and curses the body for its deceptions
Untitled 14 I can not sleep My heart is so full of love For Him For Her How can I sleep when Every breath Reminds me of this beauty This peace that rages in my heart Like cold fire To be one with Him And with Her My joy Too much to express Too painful to hold This heaviness of fire and ice In my soul I am in love with Me And with He And with She Broken into so many pieces Yet still one whole I see God’s true face for the first time And I am home I am complete
Sometimes you just have to give yourself a damn break and move on…
Waiting for Johnson
While waiting for Johnson I sit and reflect on the day’s events I have a lot to tell her and I am anxious to get it all off my chest Johnson is a very good listener And she is always there for me Even after I’ve unloaded all my problems on her I love Johnson but not in that selfish, all or nothing way I sometimes do When I have let a person become so dear to me What I feel for her is pure and true and Not clouded by sex or bogged down by the weight of the luggage I cart around from relationship to relationship
When she finally arrives, I breathe a sigh of relief I love the look of her Tall and Gaunt but Still so appealing with her buzz cut, pale blue eyes and very French nose The trench coat and gold wire rimmed glasses are a classy touch as well So thirties is she So Brassaï We kiss our hellos and I begin to break it down
She has left me again I say, or rather, another one has left Lost interest Gave up Grew tired of me I try so hard I always pick the wrong ones I am a doormat Too clingy Too wishy-washy I don’t know what I want Not beautiful enough Not thin enough Not intelligent enough to keep her Why me
She looks at me and smiles She pulls me close and lies her head on my shoulder You smell good she says Did you just take a bath I laugh and kiss her on the bridge of her nose Be serious I say, I am a complete and utter mess right now You are always a mess she says, completely and utterly I laugh again and close my eyes It hurts Johnson Being walked away from hurts and it never stops hurting
I agree, she says Your stigmata will never heal If you continue to let yourself be nailed to that cross That one cuts me to the bone and I stand straight up You know it’s true, she says You are too willing a sacrifice They smell you coming I nod my head, too embarrassed to speak She stands and takes my hand Let’s go back to your place, she says I’ll make tea and read to you from Alice In Wonderland Everything will be just fine my love I promise
Untitled 15 Angels sing you to sleep On a bed of nails This pain is nothing Compared to the loss of my love The fly in your ointment Your squeaky wheel I refused you My cruelty knows no bounds And neither does your love
Untitled 13 Eager to taste life I drank palm wine from your hand Drunken passions set adrift Sobriety rescued me too late Your love already a blue stain On my still lips
What drives you? Writing and dreams are my guiding force. Without them I would wither and die.
Why I Write
I write this poetry for the masses For all the people in this world Who don’t understand Where I’m coming from
I write this poetry because I can Because I know how to turn a phrase That will make you think Nod your head in accordance
I write this poetry for the future So when I close my eyes for the last time And all my shit has been divvied up amongst the living This part of me will still live on
I write this poetry for God I send Him my prayers My thoughts and feelings My anger and my love
I write this poetry for myself So I can look back on where I was Then smile When I think how far I still have to go
I write this poetry to clear my head When I have had more than my share I empty my mind onto a blank page So I can sleep at night
My niece is very special young woman. She’s had more hardship and strife in the first twenty years of her life than many people have had their entire lives but she never gives up and always has a smile on her face. She’s a top athlete, a dancer, a volunteer and an excellent student and I am so proud of her! If it is true that God has a plan for all of us then I pray that I am around to his plan revealed in her because I know it will be extraordinary. I wrote this poem for her on the occasion of her 16th birthday.
Untitled 16 For Sarah
Suffering is the price you pay for living Joy is your reward for strength Patience is the name of the road to Nirvana I’ve seen it in your eyes Nirvana Reflected in the looking glass of you All knowledge was yours at birth But unlike the rest of us You kept it safe Hidden away in your heart Holding you steady Centering you A citizen of the universe From it but not of it
If I capitulate If I give in to your demands What then? They say love waits for no one And they are usually right about these things
The last time I saw love She was standing in the lobby Of the building where I used to work She invited me out for coffee And I said yes Because I didn’t have anything better to do and Because I couldn’t bare another evening alone
We walked to the diner in complete silence We must have looked strange together She looking up into the twilight sky I looking down at the cracked concrete I could hear her quick, deep breaths I smelled her cologne I could feel myself falling in love
We sat in a booth close to the window And she began telling me the story of her life She spoke of her pain and loneliness Of her need to be more than just an experience She told me about how she cried When she heard Tupac had been murdered because That was the beginning of the end for her
Her hands were an excited blur And she spat a little when she talked And she couldn’t believe I’d never tried weed But she said she understood my fear of clowns And why I never learned to swim Because too much water frightened her also And good gracious wasn’t it nice to finally meet a kindred spirit
Then just like that she stopped talking And, I suppose, waited for me to say something So I blinked I cracked my knuckles I cleared my throat I sat up straight in the booth And excused myself from the table
In the ladies room I stood in front of the mirror And tried to understand what had just happened Be careful of what you wish for is what they would say But I did wish for her and here she is and here I am Shaking like a leaf When I came out she was gone “Ten minutes” the waitress said, “ And she paid the check too”
Do you understand now why this is so hard for me? Do you understand why I can’t give in to you? They would say I’m a fool but I can’t help but think If love couldn’t wait for me Why should I think you would?
You remember what it’s like in the early stages of love, when everything is new and you think this is it, I will never feel this fabulous again? And then the other shoe drops and you realize you made the biggest mistake of your young life? Even bigger then leaving the school office and immediately blabbing to all your friends that there’s a new boy in school and he’s as ugly as an angry troll only to find out that the new boy is your friend’s little brother?
Well I wrote this poem during just such a time in my life. Enjoy the foolishness of my unprepared heart and the hilarity that will inevitable ensue…
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my love, you change like the seasons!
your spring is cool, laid back and easy. the scent from your budding flowers fills me up as i cuddle up underneath your blanket of warm grass. ladybugs tickle me as crickets sing me to sleep. is this what it was like in your womb? i can't remember...
summer is just too damn hot! but i take it like a woman. i strip down to my first suit, slide on my shades and stand right in front of your sun until i am black as Africa! it hurts sometimes but i don't stop. i know your heat will cleanse me. i always feel born again after being with you...
in fall you are beautiful! all decked out like Joseph in your leaves of many colors. you blow me a kiss and it is crisp and bracing and makes me hungry. i feel like sitting on our front porch and just watching you dance around the lawn, twirling around in that coat. i eat the warm stew you made me and i think about how nice it is to be loved by you...
winter is when you are at your sweetest. you make me hot tea, just the way i like it, lot's of lemon and brown sugar. let's go outside you say. what? it's 20 degrees out there! but you pull me to the door and we run across the icy ground. your laughter blows straight through me, catching me off guard, like a draft right up my wool skirt and across my naked thighs. i am freezing but i will do anything to be with you. we run until we are out of breath and then we sit on that cold ground and hold hands. we say, "I Love You" at the same time...
my love for you is the only thing that will never change!
I’ve wanted to start a new blog but I couldn’t think of anything worthwhile. Well my poetry isn’t really worthwhile but I like the idea so here it is. Some of my stuff rhymes and some of it doesn’t. I like Haiku so you’ll be seeing some of that as well. I don’t really have a specific plan so I might change direction. Who knows! We will take this as it comes.
My first entry is a poem I wrote four months after my ex-boyfriend killed himself. He was my first love and we didn’t end on good terms so it was very difficult for me when I found out about his death. My feelings of loss were compounded by the fact that he was afflicted with paranoid schizophrenia and refused to take any medication. This meant he’d been suffering terribly and that suffering lead to his decision to take his life.
In the midst of such great sadness was one bright spot. In one of his few moments of clarity he decided to call me, about three months before his death. I was able to tell him how much I loved him in spite of all our drama and he was able to, I think, gain some peace of mind.
The Deep For William
Down Into The deep I dive Flesh covered submarine going Down Into The deep Of your dark water Dive Straight Down Past the seaweed Past the place where dolphins sleep Past the point of no return Down Into The deep Pressure sits down hard on my chest yet Down I go Into The murkiness of you Where the fish are saber-toothed Where the fish are lit from within Where the fish laugh and tell you lies Way down Into The deep Of your mind Come with me I say Holding out my webbed hand But you slap it away I love you You say But this is my home Way down Here in The deep But you weren’t born here I try to argue Don’t I look like you But you’ve never seen your reflection So how would you know Way down Here in The deep As you like I say Stay here and drown And I rise Rise up Straight up from The deep Of your mind Your murkiness Left behind But not the memory Of you Down There Way down Floating In The Deep
Why Sushi? We don’t like sushi. We prefer our fish cooked but we respect the rights of all humans to eat their fish raw. Having said that, on to why we have dubbed this blog, Sex and the Sushi. Have you ever seen a man that was so hot to death you thought you’d do almost anything to have him? We’ve felt that way also which is why when we see a man like that we say we’d eat sushi off him. That’s right – he’s so fine we’d eat raw seafood off his hot body! Please send all complements, questions, suggestions, and complaints to Miss Sakamoto at the_sushi_diaries@yahoo.com
Even if you don't agree with my choice get out there and caucus then cast your ballot! This is your country and your government, make them both work for you! Besides, peeps who don't participate in the process have no right to BITCH about the outcome! Peace...
Sometimes loving the one you’re with is just a supreme waste of time. And we’re better than that. Right?
