Divorce by A. Dacosta Brathway

Miles & miles & miles of love
spread out over scenic views &
point of views...
Gentle touches & light conversation about
everything & nothing...
Slight glances at romantic outings,
Intense & passionate love making-sex
in warm vertigo to the point of no return
while silently planning to nest for the rest of your lives!
The "darkside" plots & schemes
to shatter those dreams
as you skip lightly to that unforseen place...
Your vision, blinded by the "rat race,"
that manifests itself in your
"keeping up w/ the Jones'" psychic...
" I want more... the mansion, the big ride, the whore!"

Upon the discovery she escorts you to the door,
only to reconcile & do it once more... &
more becomes less & a burden like a
weighted vest, bogging the relationship down-
town to file & restore the smile
that once existed during the ride through the countryside!

(c) A. Dacosta Brathway 2008

A Warped POV by A. Dacosta Brathway

Wednesday, September 24th...? Man, I swear I will never mettle with FATE again! I don't know what I was thinking when I thought I could alter my FATE by employing my will in my life. See, I thought by being bull-headed and thinking I had something to do with my future, I could will my life to go the way I wanted it to go! HA!I don't know what to call the superpower of the Universe (GOD, Allah, The Lord, Superman or woman...), there was a plan already in place unbeknownst to me! I thought I was going to be a Hall of Fame basketball coach. I was going to coach the University of Big Time Ballers to a national championship, cut down the nets and pose for my bust. Well, FATE stepped in and... Well, let's just say that my plans were a bust! For years I blamed others for my downfall. When I summoned enough courage to face myself, I came to understand that I was the one to blame because I never figured that my fate was already sealed. There are some who are predestined for whatever life. I was no different. I just was not predestined to become a coach. I still have no idea what is to happen to me, other than me dying without knowing what I was predestined to do. As it stands right now, I am not doing a damned thing! But that's just me... There is one thing I do know though. FATE exists like Murphy's Law and Karma and Kismit. (I think they all share a condo in Cali?) And I'm not trying to figure them out!

A Warped POV by A. Dacosta Brathway

Monday, September 22nd.../ Why is there so much contention between men and women? You would think that people who were built and put on the planet to co-exist, in harmony, would co-exist in harmony. There are arguments, disagreements, discord...( I know, discord and disagreement mean the same thing. That's the point!) There is divorce, the excrement of marriage... (Are you shittin' me?) We get married to get a divorce... We cannot see eye to eye with the one we supposedly love and want to spend the rest of our lives with. Go figure. The man-woman thing is so played out that the same gender love thing wants equal recognition because it is a viable option. When did that come into play? Whether it is right or wrong is not my call. Personally, I don't care. It is just puzzling to me why the master plan is not working. I was married once and my marriage did not work for me. Wait a minute... It just came to me why my marriage did not work! It did not work because it WAS work! I get it now. I was supposed to go to work, then come home and work some more! What was I thinking? Why did I get married for love, sex, and pleasure? I went about it all wrong. My thinking was flawed. I was supposed to work at my marriage and accumulate things and pay bills and be satisfied with that until I got old and gray and TIRED! I was supposed to look back on all that I had aquired and relish in it. So I contributed to my confusion. Now I am old, quasi-gray, TIRED and I look back and I have nothing to relish in... Except my misery. I have no job, no house, no car. I will never marry again and I don't believe in same gender sex so what's left? I know... I'll blog!

A Warped POV by A. Dacosta Brathway

Sunday, September 21... I was watching the program, Sunday Morning, and I saw a piece on Julie Louise Dryfess-Hall and her show. I was intrigued by her success and her attitude towards it. She seemed to have this smug laugh when she talked about herself and I wondered... Is she being humble or is she full of bodily waste?/ You know what? If I were successful, I would be hard pressed to be humble because it seems like to be able to really embrace success and be noticed, in America, you have to come from nothing. And, when you come from nothing, how can you not be smug about it when you are perceived to be successful? And, how can you become successful when you come from nothing and be noticed so that you can be smug about it? There are millions of people who have a talent and are not noticed; therefore, not being allowed to become successful which restricts them from becoming smug about their situation. I think that I would love the opportunity to be able to be smug about something! It would be so cool to be subtle about telling the masses to kiss my ass! I'm not saying the JLD-H is saying that. It just seems that way when she gives an interview. Wait a minute... Now that I think of it, I was smug once in college. I did a mock interview with some friends of mine while portraying a ficticious character and I was smug as shit! I felt powerful and important! Unfortunately for me, the feeling wore off the next day when I realized that I was playing around and it wasn't real. In retrospect, I guess it was better to have been smug just once than never to have been smug at all!

Ran Into My... by A. Dacosta Brathway

..."fo' better or worse" other half in another life
that created the continental divide and sent me on my ride!
Disrespectful, playin' on my last nerve,
While on the verge...
If her behind were that fine, she'd still be mine...
Now her only comfort is her fatness of choice,
w/ no voice to make her adorable...
How dare she,
Hang up on me,
In the heat of the verbage...
Her tongue lashing...
Aimed at the wrong place...
All up in my perceived face.
The bond has been broken
W/ her being outspoken,
Never scoring a point...
When rearing the head of the beast,
At the very least
Strike a mighty blow...
Ya know?
Fuck being a pontificant participant,
Wading in your shallowness
While being afraid to mermaid in deeper waters...

(c) A. Dacosta Brathway 2005

Outside the Confines of My Utopia... by A. Dacosta Brathway

...exists an atmosphere of uncertainty, marked by the confusion of those who speak w/ a duality associated the "forked tongue" that perpetuates the fraud of the human condition as ordained by some oxymoronic demi-god who is eager to capture a false ideal, trumped up in a nightmare disguised as a dream.

Imagine the audacity of a preconceived notion that a race of people would prefer to live in captivity to serve a hand at the end of whip, though it may be psychological, that defies the law of gravity in the subconscious...

What was I thinking when I left the crib? Was it the body politic designed by some invisible entity unbeknownst to me that made me think that I had to participate in this farce; or, was I just playing the role of the Lemming? "Oh no I didn't..." make the rules, yet I am told that I have to follow or live in fear of the re percussion's...

And so I deal w/ the navigation of this vicious cycle of in normality everyday to return to that which is my creation pre-ordained by GOD to make sense of this nonsense so that I can sift my sanity from the ingredients of insanity and enhance my flavor!

(c) A. Dacosta Brathway 2008