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Here is my story, raw and uncut.....
I was a DJ at a small gentleman's club - I loved music, and so I had an "ear" for mixing
tracks, plus with my passion of creative writing I wrote lyrics to songs. But working in a club
you're around alcohol, and drugs. I quickly got hooked on cocaine, the rich mans drug.
Liquor and cocaine was my thing. On the night of my crime, A "homeboy" of mine came
over to my apartment with some coke, I had the liquor. So we begin getting high, drinking
liquor while playing the Playstation2. We got a call from a mutual friend, a girl we had both
dated. She asked us to come over. We said we were on our way.
Now by this time, I remember, I was soooo messed up man. But I got in my car, him in
the passenger seat - on the way to Jenny's house, we are passing the bottle of Jack back and
forth. It's around 2ish in the morning. I was off that night from work.
So we pulled in the driveway, we went around back, like we always do at her house.
(Everyone goes to the backdoor). The door was unlocked, lights were off, all was quiet - we
figured she was asleep. My homeboy goes straight to the kitchen to fix him a sandwich -
don't ask me, I have no clue how he could eat. I go into the living room, she's laying on a
futon, I jump down next to her, playfully saying, "Girl get your ass up." But to my surprise
an older woman jumps up saying , "What are you doing in my house?" _ Now understand I'm
high out my mind, I was invited to Jenny's house. Who is this woman screaming, "Get out of
my house!" I say, "Where is Jenny?" And she says "No Jenny lives here!" - Then like a light
switch comes on! I realize, "Shoot I'm in the wrong house." - Now I know what you're
thinking (How would I not know?) I can only say with the amount of alcohol and coke, and
the fact, the houses looked the same (It being a subdivision) I believe that's what they call it.
So I take off running "Man we in the wrong house" I tell my homeboy. As we are leaving
I'm asking him questions like (How we not realize this isn't Jennys office?) He's got this big
stupid look on his face - A lot of what happened that night has come back to me over the
years. And the look on his face when I asked him that question confirmed - we sure was
trashed!
Continued in Part 2
The character of a hero is one to covet
Through hard work, and exceptional courage
A man of distinction you cannot miss.
Noble full of strength to achieve his goal
Doing all possible according to his ability
One aim, one plan.
Alexander Graham bell and Winston Church hill
Both have a story to tell. Great success, creative ability
To add services to this age. Heroes in their own rights
That left leopard spots in our mind. Beat tough challenges,
Contributed greatly to science, none other this world would
Ever find.
The same can be said for a heroine, a woman admired
For her courage to achieve outstanding results. A woman
Of worth, a gift to mankind, a god sent from birth.
Heroines who will never give up, but press their way thru
Life to succeed. Helen Keller, Madam CJ Walker. One an
Offspring of a slave. The other her all she gave, disabled
And had nothing to crave.
Heroes and heroines, novelist actors and actresses, RAF pilots
Must be honoured in the very same way. But come to think of
All that has said and done. My greatest hero and heroine are my
Dad and mom.
Form:
Take my hand and see what you have found
Run through the meadows with me
See me for how I am an innocences within
The spirit in me is wild and ready to flower
There is a light that used to hide now its turned
Now the girl inside the woman is on fire
A flame thats higher than the stars that shine
A mind that drives her soul to her domain
A free spirit in name she has no hidden game
An art for artistry sweet sounds of two
She is a woman of all womens beauty
An insight who has dreams upon her pillow
As she sleeps her thoughts become reality
To a silent tune she dances through her night
Imagination whispers the sweetest whisper
Time has travelled like the warrier
She has had her battles
Her moments had made her cry
A pain that hurts deeper than the sword
From the affairs that sent those fears
She takes life as a passion
A want for peace ,balance and sanity
To hold onto love and cherish the heart
For this is what crowns her
A truth to herself is what drives her
For this is me.....