The Top 10 reasons you shouldn't talk about how long someone takes in the bathroom (especially when they can hear you outside the door)

1. You should know better and...shut the F' up.

2. Do you got next...? If so, learn some damn patience!! especially if you just gotta pee!! Hold it damn it! And if you gotta weak bladder, and you a dude...get your stuff checked Mofo!

3. Do you even care...? I mean, how would you feel if someone did that to you or a relative of yours in a public place...? not so justifyable.

4.Who the hell are you to judge...? So it only took you what...5...10 mins. to bless the bowl and you were done. Just like that. You didn't take that long. So, what,now you want a f'n medal...?!

5. Did it ever occur to you that its not a smart idea to talk about this person doing they

do..do...especially when they can hear your ass right outside the damn door?! Numb nuts.

6. When was there a time limit put on how long a man/woman's bowel movements should last...? So you the parceling God I see.

7. I should leave the door open a little just out of spite to give you something to complain about.

8. I'm surprised you can't do nothing better with your time beside talk trash while someone is taking a Dukie...I don't know.....unless there is its the only toilet occupied and you have no choice but to...whats that word again..? Oh yea, WAIT!!

9. You have no idea what this person ate. Coulda been lasagna, with extra cheese, for lunch and beef stew for dinner, not to mention maybe bacon and eggs for breakfast. So this indivisual s could be really, UNLOADING something awful in that bowl.(a.k.a having the "Bubble Guts") So I dare you to go in there and try to get them off of there, with all your friggin complaining. I swear, I swear...you will regret it!!

10. If it was me, that you were talking about. And I know you and I know your voice. The next time I was in a room or vehicle alone with you....I'd lock all the doors. Make sure the AC is turned off. Any fans too if around. Close and lock all windows. And while in there with you, I'd say, "Remember that time you were talking about someone stinking up the place in the bathroom; and you didn't know or think they could hear you...? Well, that someone was, me!! And I heard every word you said." Then next, strap or tie you to a chair; cause I knew my bubble guts was coming because I chose what I ate, just for this moment...go right near your face and unleash, "THE SILENCER". Just let it marinate and engulf the room. While sticking around just to watch you suffer. And hey, I can stand the stench of my own stink.

Question is, can you....? LMAO!!!

Time 2 make due...

Peace my people,

I write this last blog of '09 during the last 10 mins of the year. Its been a very trying year for me. With finding out my school temp. dismissed me. Came to the unruly conclusion that A woman I thought I knew and had a relationship with turned into a beautiful disaster love affair that left some 3rd degree burns on my heart. And one of the most unfortunate highlights of my year being, when the ceiling of my own room fell in on me.

It wasn't until I decided to check out a spot in here in Brooklyn for an open mic. At Soule Restaurant that I hit a turning point back in late July. The energy and the love of the new additions to my poetic family helped give me the strength to make it to this point. And the new recognition for and of my work made my soul smile. Though still no love in my life, my blood and literary fam did a lot for me.

I'll make this blog a short one. And finish by saying, thank God for guiding the right kind of people in my life when I needed it. I look forward to positive and prosperous new yr .and decade ahead.

Rebirth, Reevaluation &Responsibility

As many may know by now I recently celebrated my 26th yr. of existence this past Tuesday,on Oct.27th. Now 4 yrs closer to not being considered a "Youth" anymore. So through the past couple of days I've felt the love and rejoice of me reaching the milestone of being one more young black man to live past 25. This to me is a gift & a blessing.

Me @ home after a night out at Soule restaurant in BK on my B-day


me & Tuan X(banger singer/poet)@ Soule Restaurant in BK on B-day



me & Fesah Rollins(MC) also @ Soule Restaurant on B-day





I've been pondering the past few days bout the direction my life is heading. Do I continue to take this passion I have for the art of spoken word on a professional level like so many have asked...or do I the unconscious decision to keep it as a side thing to pursue other avenues...? I guess in a way without realizing it, after 3 yrs now of traveling the tristate area and such, in a way I have. But while pursuing this God given gift to make it everything that it could and should be in my eyes...I can't ignore and be blinded to the fact that I have other responsibilities that call my attention.

Lord knows I'm one of many that have bills to pay. And a responsibility to myself and family to finish college. I've come too far, too long and going through enough sleepless nights and struggle, as well as my parents, not get a degree. And unfortunately in society, in todays society period, your not qualified to get through any barriers or considered "intelligent" if you don't have a college degree in something. Though I do plan to and will earn one or two, a college degree doesn't define me. I understand its a social basic tool of survival. Especially in todays recession plagued nation.


Due to the nudge of some of the Lords soldiers allowing me to discover one of my purposes of deliver his life saving "WORDS" in the form of poetry & prose. However, feel there is more I have yet to discover and embrace as far as gifts are concerned. As of what...I'm gone need a sign to make that clear. I'm still one of Gods greatest works of poetry thats not ready to put end to with a period. Like I've mentioned many times before, I'm on a road to redemption. So until I finally hit that cross roads leading to my final destination and divine purpose...I'm gone keep it moving as the spoken soldier in me has done.

Thoughts on the block party Murder in Crown Hts BK neighborhood

I just wanted to get more peoples thoughts on the block party murder of a young brotha in his own car, that went down @ Washington ave & st. Johns pl in Brooklyn. I mean, why does have to be proven the statistics right; that every time there is party or even full of "Minorities"....Something tragic has to go down b4, during or after....? It kinda hit close to home...literally. I only live a few blocks from where it went down. Things like this hit me like a foot in the chest sometimes even though it doesn't dir. affect me. The fact is that it went down in my neighbor hood, touches me on some level. Mostly cause I hate to see crimes like this go unsolved. See, I roll BK hard!! So when I hear bout any young brotha, especially under 21 y/o get gunned down by another....its sad. because they kill someones brother, son, cousin, uncle, nephew...letting another black mother lose part of their heart. Below is the embedded video of the report via Ch. 7 (thanks Jive for hipping me to it) and the link if you can't see it. (Link) http://abclocal.go.com/wabc/video?id=6923293 Being the artist that I am, I've already started reflecting someones pain through my work in hopes to open some eyes and minds.

(Untitled & unfinished at the moment. But thought these lines were warranted.)

"Instead of a gun I'd rather dry the acid rain of pain leaking from a lost mother's eyes from losing her son to gun violence....using my words as the tissue to calm the storm behind those clouded windows of sorrow...." -Honest Abe Give me your thoughts and what you think can be helpful ways in preventing this type of violence, including the obvious.

A Problem + Issues x Insomnia = Narcolepsy

Whether some of you may or may not have known....the past month or month and a half, I've had a case of sleeplessness insomnia. And some mild cases of narcolepsy during the day. Which problems in my life, off stage (financial and personal) have contributed to. 

But this set of issues spans all the way back from my late H.S. yrs into my early college yrs.

since H.S., I've been up many late nights due to issues with school (some procrastination and fear of being unprepared b4 and during my classes, which go hand in hand) and keeping a stable job to attain my desires and needs financially. 

I realize the things I have and will continue to describe may or may not mirror someone elses life problems, issues, or dilemmas. But I'm not trying to compare.

Of course when I started college, all the stereotypical things any college student has to endure made themself present to me. (financial aid, grants, adjusting to different form of schedule from previous yrs. pockets begging for change....etc.) And that was back in 2006.

Fast forward 2 yrs later and some months...Land lord issues (that made things very stressful, which stem back to about a decade, give or take) plus my previous school "releasing" me because of academic issues and standards. My own girl, or so I thought, dismissed me with no warning and ignored every form of communication I could think of...an unexpected blow. That's hard for me to admit, stung me. (even though we were cool for almost 1yr an 1/2) Not to mention a recent accident at home inolving a unstable ceilling in my room falling in on me. On a F'n Friday the 13th no less!! (you tell me if all this wasn't enough to build tension for a brotha to lose his sanity and go ape...)

But I digress, one of the only few positive things to come out of my sleeplessness, is that I'm writing more. If its God's will and me do my part I'll be putting an album and book or too out via all this pen/pencil pushing in the near future. And steady but surely, getting things back on track. And to the person who maybe reading this, somewhere telling me to suck it up and move on...you know what you can do with your lips and my rear end.

The Narcolepsy still comes and goes. And the insomia is also starting to fall back. It has been a trying past 2 and 1/2 yrs for me.  But I've realized I could not be here like many, though I am.

And i'll continue to be as long as I remember that Jesus and Poetry is my savior. (P.I.M.S.)

I should sue his ass!!

*Disclaimer: This is a little free write new -ish piece that was spawned from a recent incident at home that happened to me. Along with other things that came about involving me, my fam and our land lord that came to mind. As well as friend's input about it. And I got the scrapes and bruises to prove it!!

I should sue his ass!!

for making me and my family's lives uncomfortable. For almost 2 decades,

his bitch tantrum parades of power over us. Had city services clean us out of house and home. 

The stuff we lost mostly forever gone. clothes, money, jewelry, ID...Like Bernie Mac I should bust his head to the white meat!!!

I should sue his ass!!

in every attempt possible in making my pops look small.

I should sue his ass for being a man with no balls. How dare a land lord treat his tenants this way..?

and show proper respect to all the others living here practically "related" some how to him to my dismay. To cuss us out as bad hygened mongrils, when he the real bitch. But sometimes, common men forget, that every dog has his day. With the evil men do, karma must get payed. No human being deserves their dignity armor dismantled like that. I don't give a damn about your authority. I do matter and will not be overlooked ya crook.

And I should sue his ass!!

For being so gotdamn bold. How dare he give me and my fam the redheaded step child treatment, then wanna throw us out in the cold? You damn straight I live in a unhealthy environment. But your constant barrages of selfrighteous sanctimonious logic hasn't made it a easier time spent. With only care is that we make sure you git your rent on the 1st of the month. going off on us if its late like that time of the month. 

So I should sue his ass!!

cause friends and family say to me it was a felony what happened to A.B. 

my mind and my ceiling breaking down like fractions divide me from up above Not sure what I did to karma to get no love. I saying, it was so wide, with some thickness. Came down like brick, and besides me and four walls, a crime with no one else to witness. Broke membrain lining of my neck's skin. scars developing and a sore shoulder. Gotta hit the hospital a.s.a.p., so this soldier of life can march on. Friday the 13th tried to sing my swan song, but Jason wasn't the culpret. I'll live but still, pray for me.

Time....

Some of us treat it like life should be as...gift. By living in the present, and using the length of it wisely being worth wild. Others treat it like pest that eat your existence clock out of house and home. Letting it make and take you instead of the opposite. I wouldn't call myself an expert, but am a student of life, history...and by some peoples standards, bad timing. 

From my experience, time is a double edged sword. I start everyday I wake up as optimistic as the next man. Thinking I can have a great day today, with my plans firmy in place. Brush, shave, shower, dress and keep an eye on the clock. Having the feeling I'm gonna make it out of here when I need to. For the most part, I do. But never know what surprises are in store for me throughout the day. But somes days, time, makes me rush. Trailblazing like a road runner with no brakes. Knowing whats at stake if I stop it will be a waste. Waiting to enjoy the sweet taste of satisfaction when I've arrive to my destination tardy-less. Cause even with the speed of a demon and lack of patience, time is the acquaintence of no man. I've let it creep up on me too many times to count(when it came to school, work, and doing shows.) and it became, like me, my own worst enemy.

I've done my best to avoid the plagues of my history repeating itself. But like everyone else walking this earth, I'm not perfect. Fact is, at times, mistakes have to beat hard heads till they cum to the realization to learn from them. I guess in some aspect, you can call it trial and error. Life is a experiental process and God is the scientist. As far as I'm concerned, we're concockted in his holy lab, and are following his scientific method. I don't mean to get too religious on people, but thats what I believe. High school was a scientific experiment test for me. I failed it on more than one occasion, due in part to self-diaria procrastination. Once I figured out the right formula and got through it...most of my friends had moved on and I lost touch with a lot of them. 

If you linger on times past which can't be altered...father time will have you...mind body and soul. I've seen how its affected people I know. Thats why its so neccesary to set your own time table. Like when you lose some one close to you or not close, but you do know them(by disease, accident, murder...or was God's will to take them cause it was their "TIME"). Events like this(assassination of black leaders and admirable men and women of the past century, Garvey, Adam clayton powell, malcom, medgar, Lincoln, martin, Coretta, Huey newton, Kennedy, Tubman, Ossie Davis...the list goes on) make you reevaluate time, you existence and what you plan to do with both while your here.

Life is a process. And we are all a work in progress. Also should be graceful enough to open our eyes when a new day arrives to see you've been granted a new opportunity...to use time to your advantage to make history in your lifetime. I'm not trying to preech. I just firmly believe that when I wake up every day, if I haven't done at least one thing productive, prosperous, and positive by the end of it....I've just wasted 24hrs by being in this world.

But whoever reads this may just see it as the ramblings of poet/man that don't know what he's talking about. Take my inciteful message for what it is. I'm just hopefull someone sees where I'm coming from and it helps him/her in some way, shape or form. The truth has spoken....thankyou for listening. 

-Honest Abe