A Warped POV by A. Dacosta Brathway

December 2nd, Friday... I was on Facebook (man, I have to get off Facebook!) and I read an article about Vanessa Long (Pastor Willie Long's woman) filing for a divorce and then rescinding the petition. When I finished reading, I got to thinking, what is it about people doing what they do? Money? Power? Recognition? Then it hit me... She wants to be the First Lady Of Pedophilia! What else could it be? (LOVE?)
Okay... Lets say it is love. Are women so weak to love that they would subject themselves to circumstances so despicable? (First Lady of Pedophilia!/ LOL!)
I blame Michelle Obama for this. (JOKE!) She started this Black First Lady thing. She brought dignity and class to the position and now Black women are losing their minds trying to be a first lady.
Give it up! The economy is so bad, people will forsake their dignity for some prestige and the almighty dollar. If homeboy really wanted to get down, he should get down with the Atlanta Housewives' freaks. I know pedophilia is a power trip thing but I'd bet Long would be taken on a real power trip with those two! (I can see it now... Bedroom lit with a red bulb and Coolio playing in the background!)

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

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!

CRAP/ My Journal by Al Brathway

June 17th, Sunday/ Sunday... Ahh... Sunday is my creative day! Why? I have no idea. It seems like nothing can get me down on Sunday. Sadly, that is not the case this Sunday! / My routine started today like it starts every Sunday. I got a good night's sleep. I got up early, came downstairs and turned on the TV to watch Sunday Morning. I like that show! They hardly ever feature a story on someone Black but I kind of understand that living in America. To the powers that be in America anything Black is not cool so why bother? Anyway, I saw this piece on a French singer named Edith Piaf, who was advertised as the French Judy Garland (No, Judy Garland was not Black either!) There was nothing special about the woman by any standard except that she grew up somewhat similar to the way I grew up (poor!). But there was a statement made about her that struck a cord w/ me. "She was in love with love!" (Damn, just like Judy Garland!) Imagine that, I thought... This woman was in love with love!/ I was in love with love, once. The very idea of it, during the day, would have me dreaming about it all night! Because of it, I had a reason to live... I felt alive when it crossed my mind. To love love.../ What is it about being in love with love? Why do people do it? Is the world really that screwed up that people would even consider the possibility? Any other type of love is 10 times more lethal! Yet, being in love with love will foster the same result. Piaf died with some illness but I believe it was the notion of being in love with love that killed her. Just like it is killing me! Sure, they will say that I had some sickness that went undiagnosed and that my heart quit. Damn right it is gonna quit. It's gonna quit because being in love with love was and is a stupid endeavor. But, when you think about it, if you don't love yourself or nobody loves you, being in love with love doesn't sound so stupid after all does it? CRAP!