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Tuesday, 09 December 2008

  • My heart........ Broom please

    Lately,

         Love has been on my mind. Not the love thats between my friends or family but real love. My brothers are all married just about & I've seen wedding after wedding. I mean, granted they are all older than me but these weddings caused me to be a better man, ever since the first one in 03'. These weddings have shown me what Godly men look like & what Godly relationships look like as well.

        So, as I became a man faster than most men,  I grew into a mature individual who attempts to walk like Christ. Molded by the hands of God, I stand at the top of the steps with my chest out because I am a man. Granted, I still make stupid decisions or even sometimes act like a young buck but without of doubt, I have grown into a man. Day and Night, Night and Day, watching the pioneers before me, && praying for those behind me. As I learn, I soak in each little thing & have grown into a 20+ year old, 18 year old.

       I guess I mature quicker than some, which makes my age for females out of the league. The past girlfriends I had have been older than me by years. Now, I'm 18.

       18 with a mind of a man looking for a woman in a field of girls. I tossed my pitch at a hitter that has played in my ballpark for about a year now. I threw a perfect pitch, and she did a perfect swing. It was a game of give and take, and a game of sacrifice as well as things that bettered us. One time, she stole a base on me. In lamens terms, she broke my heart. I'm still cleaning up the individual pieces of it.

       All of the preperation, and all of the becoming a man only to get it shattered by a girl. Dig this, she was a female of the 'Church'. We both were working at it, becoming a stronger couple & living for God together then BOOM... blindsided. It was equivolent to me playing a zone coverage against a strong passing defense; Keep your eyes on the ball & the Quarterbacks eyes. I expect for the whole defense to become a team & for the linebackers to cover the slot receiver & I will take care of the flats.

          In parallel, the chick & I were the defense. We were in practice, if you will, learning to work together as a defense against the trickery offense of Satan & his goons. Game time. I, get left all alone in the flats and the rest of my defense quits on me. Now, I got scored on because no help.

        In Lamens terms, She left. Blind sided.

        So, where does that leaves me?

      That leaves me with my back turned to every girl who walks in/out of the church doors. I know it sounds harsh but I have been wronged by the church on so many fashions, I don't even want to hear it. If I can just surround myself with real people who love God, but love themselve and love others.

       Ofcorse, that's not my mindset now but it was. Now, I'm thinking that I just want something real. A boy has become a man but still no woman by his side. I have learned in the recent past that you have be content with singleness & for the most part I am but occasionally when I go to these get togethers & see the love in couples, I want that too. I can't help but tell myself, "Dude, get a woman that you can cater to."

         I want a woman that I can cater to. A woman that can come to me(after God of course) for her problems and a woman that knows her worth. I want to be able to provide these strong, broad, football player shoulders to a female in her time of need, comfort and most of all peace. I want to be able to tell her how beautiful she is & admire her beauty from the neck up. Dreamin' about the day I can take her up under my arms in the post hours of a wedding day. I want a woman who would love to travel to visit family.I want to be able to study the word reading about who she is & who I'm trying to be & who we are aiming to be; In Christ.

         That's my baby. My wifey. I love to believe that a mix between Beyonce' and Snow White will arrive at my door step but it ain't going to happen like that. Only in nightmares. I dream of the queen for me. Maybe I met her & don't know or maybe I meet her tommorow. Either way I will be ready.

      I know I'm not the best package. Besides my buldging faith and arms, the rest is just little details. I have a moody streak, not the best smile, shy, weird habits, weird interests.... the list goes on. On the plus side, I'm brown skinned, 5'11, 185 pounds of muscle, college athlete, 13 year musician, and an attitude that resembles a leader, attractive [(maybe) Lately, they have been saying I'm a mix between Flex Alexander from One on One and Taye Diggs] (?). I'm sure theres a woman that wants that. I'm sure of it, just got to chill I suppose.

        I dream of a relationship that others can only dream about. I dream of a love that silence says I love you. I dream of a love that is a hand in hand relationship and that is comforting. I dream of a courtship that God stamps his approval on and that is so supportive that even the strongest bombs can't tackle the giant. This love, this love is the result of patience that I have to master. I'm working on though. I pray that if I met her, she will surface herself amongst my heart. I pray that since I'm a shy brother, she won't be a shy sister. I mean, I love to be the persuer but I need a hint. All I need is a hint to know that the treasure is some where on the island, then and only then will I make my quest to discover the gold. I pray that once I set out on this quest, I don't land on fools gold.

        I pray that someone has the remedy for the broken heart and the conversation to mend a hole. I thought I would never get my heart broke because I never set myself up like that. I trusted someone and got dragged through the thorns without her knowing it, or without paying attention. I used to say, "I'm a man, My heart don't break." Nigga...WHAT! Its in shambles...well, was. Now its slowly coming together but I tell you what, the next woman I trust will be a good one. I won't just trust anyone anymore.

     

    So, kind of have a song but I don't...?

     

     

    "The king needs a queen, complete the royal flush,

    The king don’t want the queen completes the royal lust,

    Love built off of kisses and hugs,

    That can’t be love,

    That’s the love that left Lauryn Hill with 4 kids and drugs,

    I just dream of woman who realer than reality,

    Who love don’t fall out like baby teeth with cavities,

    The only thing left real, is the ones who is themselves,

    I got to run out of the church when I need help,

    I pray for a woman who can really see well,

    Always moving in life, faster than horses on treadmills, "

    - Bad Dreams

    One thing that I dream of, my ultimate dream in the whole wide world of love is that, No matter what I say, What I do, What I don't do, Where I go, What I wear, How I act, or When I go, someone will be here from me. I will never wake up to a cold shoulder with that someone in my life.

     

    Until we meet agan

Wednesday, 03 December 2008

  • Dreamin'...

    My dream...

    Is that...

    Silence can tell truth in people lives. I'm tired of hearing people's tongues about what they doing. Just shut the freak up and live, && then & only then will I be able to say, "Yeah, he's/she's living how she said she was"

     

    Until we meet again

Tuesday, 02 December 2008

  • Didn't Cha Know

    Don't mind the title, it was just the song on my mind for some odd reason...

     

    But...

    Today has been tears covered up with smiles. Like, I feel good I always do but so much stuff got torn down today. Got this church "clique" (huh?) that is getting on my last nerve & I'm trying to apply these fruits of the spirit I been going over with my brother. Something is fishy about somethings and I'm digging it. I got my head bit off today by one of them for a slight comment I made that she was offended by. I had no intentions of what she was thinking, it was completely off from her thoughts about it. But whatever...

    At the same time, like synchronized, someone else pulls an okie doke on me.

    Remember the whole love situation I talked about earlier?

    Yeah, this female has been real close with me for a while and all of sudden she randomly hit me today & was like:

    "I Love You"

    So I say, "I Love you more"

    Then she replies with "Whatever"

     

    So I'm wondering like , " What the freak is going on with the world today?"

    I ask her what is wrong? You know things like that & she tells me it doesn't matter & that its in the past...

    NIGGA WHAT!

    It was like 5 minutes ago!

    But I mean it was those two incidents man that really stabbed me in the heart because I give my ALL to people. I really do, both individuals, I have faught for... I have been there for them and its like "Blindsided.....again"

    I been blindsided not to long ago & it hurt just as bad as this but I didn't want it to happen again but blah dow....it happened..

    I will always be here but this thing really got me. It got me wondering about somethings maybe you can answer these questions:

    1)How can you say you love God but can't show love to everyone?

    2) How can you say you love God then form a clique?

    3) How can you say you love God but treat some folks like crap?

     

    Its like this. Im an honest brother, so I will keep it authentic. I'm almost to th epoint where I say forget church & everybody in it. Its just God & I, I don't know what's real anymore...

    Can't trust all pastors because they jus talking for Benjamins,

    Can't trust friends because I have no more room in my back to be stabbed,

    Can't trust myself because I make dumb decisions,

    Can't trust love because these folks don't know what it is...

     

    All I got left is God, Football, Music, and Cooking...

    I DON'T WANT NO ONE TELLING ME THEY LOVE ME IF THEY DON'T MEAN IT.

    GET THE FREAK OUT MY LIFE UNTIL YOU GROW UP BECAUSE I'M TAKING THE BULLETS HERE.

     

    Maybe I will continue on but I just need..

    I need a real shoulder, someone I can lean on...

    I got my brothers, maybe 2 or 3 sisters, but I need that one person I can call,

    that one shoulder that's so comfortable, the baby can sleep on it...

    I need real love,

    I love everybody else but I need some real love....

     

    So I got a song, called , "Can I Come Over?"

    Its a great song, one of my favorite, I'm sure someone isn't going to like it because its weird but yeah...

    "What gives? Besides my rib?

     To a chick, Who is blind to who she really is,

    If I can get past the witch craft of her laugh,

    Then I can hit life’s highway with more cash for gas,

    I do watch my step, but you can’t see glass,

    I dream beyond my future but wake up to my past, "

    In retrospect, I'm not complaining. A peer of mines just passed away so as far as I'm concerned, I should have nothing to complain about. Life is too short for this & these games. I just want to keep my authentic love around me & continue to show love to others regardless if they are just the Judas of the game.

     

    Until we meet again-

    Rest In Peace - Jackie Yarbourgh

  • Hoop Dreams

    "With the 175th Pick in the 2012 NFL Draft, the Carolina Panthers select...... Cornerback, out of Salisbury State University( Or Maryland) BJ Alexander"

     

    Man oh man,

    I dream of hearing those words. I dream of being picked apart by enraged fans or being picked apart by news reporters who want to talk about private issues. The Jerseys, the comradare, those are the things that make the game of football such a love for me. Those things make football increase a man to be better. You have to discipline yourself to workout when no one is watching, and study to make the grade. The most painful one is shaking hands with someone who just OBLITERATED you'll whole team.

    I love the game, and I dream of playing it professionally but I have been given something that a lot of athletes don't receive; a second chance. My high school career academically sucked. I transferred between 3 schools, had low GPA's & if it didn't include football, I didn't care.Because of that, I always ended up not finishing the season or even getting looks from division 1 instituions. Well, I got to Salisbury this summer and they gave me a second chance. A chance to right my wrongs and ultimately a chance to continue chasing my dreams. As a matter of fact a lot of doors have opened up in this area because my family.

    ALL of my cousins played D1 sports. Chante Black plays Womans Basketball at Duke, Milt Harris played Safety for Maryland, DJ Wharton- Lake played runningback for UNC, I got fam all over the sports industry, my father was that close to being one of the managers of the Charlotte Bobcats when it first opened up. The athletics is in my blood but they all had something I don't have; Brains. I mean, I'm smart enough to know not to do the obvious but I have trouble making good decisions as well as pushing myself in the classroom. Anywho, those cousins all have gotten there connections to get me to walk on to those Division 1 instutions. Not to mention, my trainer is the record holder at Howard University for most reception yeards and touchdowns, he wants me to look there as well. As good as all those sound, my mind doesn't know what to do. Its tempting to prematurely say yes without analyzing all sides of the spectrum. 

    Either way I am ready & I am thankful that God is allowing these oppurtunities to arise. I love how I have the ability to change everything I have been through or better yet, re write those wrongs. I'm every coaches dream because I'm 5'11 and 185 pounds with a 4.4 40 time. Every coach dreams of having that perfect corner, and not to mention I'm early to all meetings and give 300 percent where 50 percent is needed. I love the gym, the field and love being a leader. Those things add up to what coaches dream of. I can't even say that its all me, I mean they are God given traits, I just pray that with this second chance, I don't spoil it.

     

    So, you guess it, I wrote a song called, "Blow My High," and it mentions it:

     

    "When I was younger, Jigga warned me about my hoop dreams,

    So my father devised a plan, the whole dream,

    Its crazy, no matter how big my dreams seem,

    My daddy seems to keep me walking in a deep sleep."

    - B. James

     

    chase your dreams....It makes life fun

     

    Until We Meet again

Thursday, 27 November 2008

  • "Brian, I love you beacause..."

    "Brian! I love you because...."

    Nigga, WHAT!

    How can people say that? "I love you because..."

    What happens if I change? Will you be there to hold my hand & teach me how to walk again? Or will you drop me and fall "out" of love with me?

    I would much rather you just say you don't love me.

    I hear this one all the time & it makes me want to swing on someone:

    "I think I'm going to fall in love with the Jesus in you."

    NIGGA WHAT!

    Don't even bring me into this, all you are doing is screwing me...

    I got feelings too... Just because I love God don't mean I can't feel pain; even my Man Jesus wept.

    Plus, If you falling in love with the Jesus in me, then you in trouble. I ain't perfect & I screw up a lot. If you falling in love the Jesus in me then you lunchin'....or drinkin.... haha

    Just love God, don't throw me by the wayside and use God as an excuse because I'm the one who's taking the arrows in the back; It stings(hmmm).

    FALL IN LOVE WITH ME!

    I'm:

    - Moody

    - Aggravated about a lot

    - Loving

    - Caring

    - Funny = ]

    - Happy

    - College Athlete

    - In a relationship with God

    - Maybe a little Handsome (Maybe a little something something...maybe some she likes it)

    - Capricious

    - Shy

    - Not the best smile

    -6% Percent Fat

    - 5'11/185

    Fall in love with those characteristics. My imperfections tell if you love me. It really hurts me to hear that someone wants to fall in love with the "Jesus" in me. Its almost like saying, "F*** You, I don't love you , I love who you are in public."  What happens if one day I wake & can't hear God like I used to? I guess that's it right? & then I can hear you say, "You used to love God so much.... Now, I can't see it. It's not working, I need a man of God." BULL SPIT!  God can't be pleased with that, you just left me hanging becuase of what YOU 'Needed'. Funny.

    These same cats say they love me when I got my Polo on & Wearing a $1,000 outfit but when I'm out with my hair looking like I was on an Island for a year, & my sweats, hoodie & Jay's, I can't even get no waves. Something real suprising is that probably the only female (Besides fam; Siss's & cuzzos) who say she love me & means it...... is a white girl. Everytime she say it, I feel it. I mean, dig this:

    -I voted Obama, She voted McCain

    -I'm Black, She's White

    -I ain't the cutest thing on the block, she is very pretty

    Thats the recipe of love ; The things that make love work are dealing with the things that destroy it. That, my friends is love. We have faught over the election, joked about our race, & then sin that conversation, said we love each other & smiled. Love fights through differences and is the immune system of a relationship, whether it be a friendship or even an intimacy.

    So in conclusion, Love me for me. I might be a little selfish and I'm elated that you chose me to see Jesus in (What the freak? Think about that crap) but, see me too. I'm a cool guy as well.

     

    For once I want to hear, "Brian I love you because I do. Simply because you are breathing & I was drawn to you by love, no matter the consequences, I won't leave your side."

    Ofcourse, I have a snippet of a song I wrote with this topic in it (Its from 'Bad Dreams'):

    "If you fall in love with the lamp, then you have no problem chaning the bulb,

    If you fall in love with what you hate, then you truly fell in love,

    If  you go to sleep empty, feeling love has had enough,

    but awake in the same bed, then that is truly love."

    - B. James

     

    You love me?

    Until we meet again

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