A Warped POV by A. Dacosta Brathway

April 3rd, Sunday... So I'm sitting here, watching Sunday Morning and a segment comes on about the job market and the (perceived) elderly. I'm like, "Oh shit, I'm in the age catagory that they are saying cannot and, possibly, will not be able to find a job ever again (Unless they are hiring in Heaven or Hell!). CRAP! What am I going to do now?
I do have a job; but, I get paid when they feel like paying me. There is no chance of upward mobility. Don't even think about getting a raise and I can't even threaten my boss w/ "If you don't meet my needs, I'll find another job!" What has America come to?
What happened to the good ole days when a man could threaten his present employers? When did Capitalism fall from its fundamental foundation to its now dysfunctional existence?
I have no nest egg. I've been walking on the tight rope w/out a net all my life. I don't even have a wife to which I can argue about money, or the lack thereof! Why am I even living?
When you're young, life is a blast because someone will give you some money. A birthday, a lost tooth, just because... When you get older, life is butt ugly w/ out money! Nobody is gonna give me any money "just because...!"
However, I am in therapy. This blog is providing me w/ the peace of mind needed to drive away my more evil thoughts! So what if I'm broke w/ no future to look forward to? All I do now is become retrospective and remember the fun I had. DAMN! If I only kept that bank account my aunt started for me when I was twelve!!!

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!