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Drift Away

Take me back to simpler days of water balloon fights and hide N go seek. The days of carefree boys and girls whose only objective for the day was to have plenty of fun. Girls jumping rope or playing hopscotch under the breezeway. Cool R&B tunes played by the cool dudes under the building watching a game of pitching pennies. Take me back to the sounds of a 16 inch clincher smacking off a bat and the cheers from the crowd lined up along the foul lines to see those Unknown Pro’s become softball legends. Kids in the playground swing in the swings and playing on the monkey bars and jumping off at the sound of the ice cream truck making its way down Federal St.  Those were the days when hope was alive and well. And one day when we were all grown up we’d have our own stories to tell. Passing on these memories and lessons learned to our children yet to come. When candy was a penny and the joy of chewing Bub’s Daddy’s Bubble Gum. Take me back to the times of running down the stairs

Welcome to Chicago,Now Run.

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Welcome to Chicago,now run. Voices in my head telling me to run because it ain’t your time to die tonight. I'm sweating and out of breath. Don’t know which way to go just know I have to keep moving like the wind. Standing in unfamiliar places and staring at the darkness that’s before me.  I forge ahead not knowing if I will emerge from the other side. Feeling my way I can’t see my hand in front of my face. My heart is racing, my breath is short and quick. Is this fear or has d eath found me here in the hour of midnight? Voices in my head say it’s not death but adrenaline pumping through your veins. Run. I keep moving until I see the light and I burst through like a crack of sunlight through a bedroom curtain. I am the dawn. I am the light. I stand here with life coursing through my body shaken but not defeated. Rejuvenated from my experience, thankful to be alive and thankful for the voices in my head that led me through the night and back home to you. Wri

DOMESTIC VIOLENCE AGAINST MEN

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When we think of domestic violence with usually assume the victim is female. According to the  CDC , one in seven adult men in the U.S. will become a victim of domestic violence by an intimate partner during his lifetime. That’s upwards of three million or more male domestic violence victims every year, or one man in America abused by an intimate or domestic partner every 37.8 seconds. Why does domestic violence  against men go unreported? Some men are ashamed to admit that they are victims and in other cases some feel victimized again when their is a lack of police response. From the huffington Post:  According to one recent study, 83 percent of victims who had an attorney help them file a restraining order successfully obtained one, compared to approximately 30 percent of victims who went it alone. Men are considered weak A man is not supposed to be a controlled physically by a woman. This stigma often prevents them from not only leaving an abu

Sweet Life

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Sweet life long long time ago. You and I taking on the world, I was you boy and you were my girl. We were gonna do it all. We had such big plans graduated from college joined in matrimony walking off hand in hand. Sweet life. Such a sweet life long ,long time ago. La-la-la We were so in love don’t cha know. Nothing could stop us. We were invincible. Oh but how were we to know our road was paved with potholes. We hit a few along the way ,mended our wounds and moved on to another day. Sunshine blue skies gave way to darken days. It seems the stars were misaligned and we began to go separate ways. Distance can prove fatal to any relationship. We grew miles apart though we were together everyday. Sweet life, we had a sweet life long, long time ago. I wish we could go back and take this pain away. Don’t you want to go? Go back to yesterday when all we needed was each other and love guided our way. Let’s go back baby and find what we once had. I know we

Guest Appearance

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Loves Train

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“What are we doing, are we just going through the motions of a dying love affair? We are two people riding the same train but with different destinations”. Looking back it might not be so hard to understand how you ended up here. It is what it is It is what it is. At least that’s what I’ve heard people say. But is it really though? It’s funny in a sense. Life takes some amazing and some not so amazing twist and turns.    It throws you for loops, riding the adventures of the highs and the lows. Do you sometimes get the feeling that there always seem to be more lows than highs. To use a couple of analogies- it might feel like you are always just trying to keep your head above water.  And what happens if neither of you know how to swim? Eventually you both drown in an emotional pool of despair. Second, it’s like riding one of those mechanical bulls, it starts out nice and easy and you start to feel like yeah I got this. Then it speeds up jerks and pulls you

Waiting

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All my life I’ve waited so long just to hear someone say that I make their day. I wondered what would it feel like to fill the memories of a lover’s past that never fade, memories that we remanence on the whole night through. Someone that I can love and feel that love in return, a love I can count on to always be there. I have so much love in my heart to give. I just needed someone to give it to. I want that someone to be you. I’m not chasing a foolish dream for you are as real as the sky and the sea. You have the kind of smile that could light the eastern seaboard, as bright as the sun in the month of May. I would give anything to have that smile greet me at the start of each and every day. When I look at you I see something that I have never seen before. Someone looking back at me with loving eyes and open arms. Someone to love. Someone to come home to. I’ve waited all my life to hear someone say that they love me. I’ve waited oh so long to give that pers