"Hello" : Author - MAW3

Yesterday is history. But there ain't nothing new under the sun.
The past and present need each other, if ever the future is to become.

What comes next I do not know. I'm anxious for its arrival but fearful at the same time for I've learned.... nothing is as it seems. Good deeds get done in vain. And dreams can be slain by whomever holds the blade with the sharp edges.

My charge to myself has wavered at times. Sometimes it is to stay strong, stable and steadfast on my course and greatness will find me. Other times it has been to blaze the trail before me, lest the current surroundings bore me, and sprint toward my goal with all deliberate pace. But if there is nothing new under the sun and history proves to serve correct, then I know of at leas one feeling to expect. A warm churn in my stomach. Slightly discomforting. Yet the signal of one of life's memorable moments getting ready to occur. And if there is nothing new under the sun, I know that when i lay eyes on you, I'll have no choice but to be breathless. I know it will be YOU, because before I turn blue, You will breathe life back into me when you say "hello". I don't know what this will mean to you, but for me this moment shall last for all of time.

This moment,, just like the two before it, will ultimately shape who I am in this world. This moment, just like the two before it, will change you as a woman. But I know, just like the two before you, that you don't know this. You don't know that you will be taking down the pictures of us kissing just as fast as you will rush to kiss me again. And you will be boxing up my gym shorts, old t-shirts, boxers and my toothbrush just as fast as you'll be calling me to come over and get undressed all over.

Like the one before, I don't know if I'll give you my heart and completely give in to the only desire of continuously making you smile... only to be stuck breathless when you say "i don't think 'we' are going to work anymore. I just can't do it..." with no hope of you breathing life back into me. Or like the one before her, I don't know if it will be me that's caught in the whirlwind of green grass on that side of the street or the fool's gold glittering before my eyes... and decide that my heart is no longer with you. Indeed, the grass was green for a number of years. But for every summer, there is a winter... and grass doesn't survive in the cold. I can only hope it comes back even greener in the spring time.

But just like the two before, I know it will be the best moment of both of our lives , even if its only for a moment. And if there is nothing new under the sun, then we will have such a good time together. We will talk with nothing to say; but only to hear the sounds of each other's voices. We'll go places with nothing to do; but only to hold hands as we stroll. You are so pleasing to my eyes. The way you turn heads when you walk thru a room and the way strangers see us together and say "boy, you two sure look good together!"... or "Man, take care of her. That's a good looking woman!" are the moments when we really know we have something special. And it can be for an hour, a day, a year, or a lifetime.... but it will be special. And we will smile on the inside.

Whether I'm what you've been waiting on our entire life or if you are merely taking off your cool & taking a chance with someone a little different from the rest, this timeless moment will be etched into history. I don't know who you are. I don't know what you think of all of this. And you could be anywhere in the world right now. That could be you I see everyday on the way to work... or it could be you right here next to me, with a warm churning feeling in our stomach. Slightly discomforting. Yet the signal of one of life's memorable moments getting ready to occur.

Yesterday is history. and there ain't nothing new under the sun. The past and present need each other, if ever the future is to become. The wind was knocked out of me for a moment. But despite being breathless for that moment, I'm hopeful at the same time. For history tells me that you will breath life into me again when you say... "hello".

Save the Endangered Letter "S".

Guest poet Matty the Blogger sends to us this expose from his alter ego's (Sexy Albert) memoirs. Enjoy Responsibly.

Ms. Badu’s ‘Telephone’ is ringing in my head. My glass of rum smoothly flows. Sip fast… and read slow.

If you receive this blindly, it’s because I wanted to… Well at least in my mind, uphold the last bit of integrity you might associate to me. Lest I see your reaction and face the reality that… it just isn’t so.

Without any more riddles or rhymes, schemes… or wasted time… let me reveal what these lines are meant to show. I need you. I need you to need me. I need you to need me but not to speak to me. Dream of me, but keep to yourself what you think of me. For if you reveal what you think… if you let go of that truth… well then we’ll both be in trouble.

For you see, I’m too high in my own sky to rise any higher or to an occasion that requires you being saved and me being the savior. Oddly, my only desire with you is to let the natural transpire. But … I… Wait…I’m sorry. Let me start at the beginning. That day… That night… whenever it was you might have maybe possibly seen, in me, the person of whom you daydream. That was not me. You see, I showed you the man you wanted to see. But that wasn’t for you. That was for me. And now, well now my makeup is running, and this mask is falling apart, my costume is off, and I just don’t have the heart to play that part anymore. So now, you see me. And this is not for me, this is for you.

So you see me now. This is me. Look at me. Here I am. I know the man in front of you is frightening… but yet still you feel his inviting gaze tantalizing and talking to your senses… telling them to “Stand Up… and Come To!”

See me.
See me Struggle.
See me Pray.

I prayed,

“God.
Thank you. I’m blessed. And now that that’s out of the way let me complain to you about this burden on my chest. Blah Blah Blah and, you’re God, so of course you know the rest. Make me The Man! Nah… Make me The Shit! So, I won’t have to be stressed and maybe I can talk to you a little less.”

Now what you just saw was very simple but you thought it complex. Standing, scratching your head as you appear vexed. Perplexed. Wondering, “How could he? Did he just? He must know that he was talking to God, while still he is only mortal, feeble flesh!”

And yes.

This is true. You are correct. But I told you earlier to keep your comments inside, bottled up and pressed. I’m fully aware of my outward arrogance, but what you don’t see is the man looking to God to find his way. The letter looking for its place in the alphabet.

And when you weren’t looking… he gave me the letter “S”.

At Six I woke.
Seven… I Snacked.
And in my day, I took a
Shit
Showered… With my Smell good and my Sex appeal
I Sensed a Spectacular day. Start to finish it did not disappoint. And so, the days go.
At some points, I Sat and Stared at the Stallions in full Stance in front of me.
At others, I Supplement those Sinful Sodomites for Salad Bites with Stephanie from marketing on the 10th floor. And after Supper… well I’d Shit, Shave, then Shower… and well.. there’d definitely be some Sex. Sucking on her Succulent nipples, lips, and neck.

And then

I’d snack, and subdued while smoking my cigarette, I’d relax.

See… Simple Simons may not see the beauty in that day and the days like it… but I do. And when instead of the outing or occasion with the crew, I prefer to stay at home and rendezvous with this brew, well its because… I do.

You see, I didn’t get:

Shot
Stabbed
Stalked
Or Stuck in traffic on the L.I.E.

And no I wasn’t:

Sorry
Or Sad
Just
Simply glad that I was not infected with an S.T.D.

No, none of that was me. Only the Satisfying “S” answerd my prayer. And to the oint of it…

“What does it have to do with me?” You might ask.

And I’ll respond:

“See honey, the only part of my days that have anything to do with you is the Sex… and well… truthfully… I’m learning to be pretty me-sufficient… And I mean that to say… I wish you life, love, and health… but for now, I’ll do it all by my motherfucking self.”

We need each other black people. I only wish I could’ve shared this with a girl named Beverly before my makeup wore off and she saw me. She was good to me… even after she saw under my disguise.

Grandma, tell Jesus not to forget about me when you meet him. And Say “hello” to Albert & Vernell please.