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    Tuesday, February 27, 2007

    The Triumphant

    Driving to work this morning listening to 96.3 FM, The New York Times classical music station, I am feeling very inspired. They are playing an Epic composition but I will not recall the name of the composer, I will remember the title of the piece includes the word 'epic'.

    My old 1993 Volvo never feels so triumphant. As the music soars, I turn the volume on maximum, I can feel the air moving through the vehicle. Visions and images start to spur from my mind, a triumphant army marching over tumbling enemies. My spirit feels so motivated, like it is a brand new day, and about half way in my journey I realize I have forgotten my lunch, my two bottles of Poland Spring water and my Cingular cellular phone. Not to be deterred since I scarcely have money or the gas wherewith to leave my job at lunch time and spend more money on a lunch I did not make, since I had spent the early hours of Monday morning preparing my lunch, five turkey sandwiches, one for each day of the week, I decide to turn the car around and collect my lunch as well as my water and cellular phone.

    I drive the distance back home, pick up my lunch, and return to my car, my motive is now entirely different. Sure, I now have my most prized accessory, my phone, my lunch and my two bottles of water, but my forgetfulness is docking me fifteen minutes of pay. The music is also entirely different this time. They are now playing a drowsy, maundering composition which title and composer I am not at all interested in learning or knowing of. The music has become too fitting to the moment for my taste. And to top it off, everyone seems to be driving drunk or drunk on madness at eight 'o' clock in the morning.

    School buses appear out of thin air all of a sudden and their slow and menacing pace is deliberately aggravating me. The other drivers have forgotten how to drive all together, randomly reversing into intersections and shifting lanes with no regard or concern for anyone else. Delivery trucks stall the traffic and this seems all too serendipitous.

    My cars begins to shut off. First at a major intersection as soon as the red light turns green. I turn on my hazards and proceed to try and restart the car for ten seconds. I now become the aggravation. Cars drive around my stalled vehicle with contempt. The ignition kicks in. I drive and the car shuts of again at the next light. And again at another light a quarter of a mile away. I continue to turn my hazards on and cars continue to circle and I continue to aggravate the drunk drivers and those who are drunk on madness. I turn my radio off because no sonic artwork can calm my rampant screams of obscenities and blasphemous use of the name of the Christian Lord.

    I make it to work. Safely. I am fifteen minutes late, thank God it's only that due to the many hiccups of my car. And I still have my lunch, cellular phone and two bottles of water. I am triumphant.

    Monday, February 26, 2007


    Keep looking. Keep fighting. Do not die. Do not fall. Keep striving. Keep working. Keep earning. Keep dreaming. An old woman told me life is long. Very long. She should know. I am knowing. With each new day, each hour subtracted, I see my dreams manifest and my nightmares retracted.

    I have deciphered it to be true, that death becomes me, so the inverse is true. Life becomes you.

    Sunday, February 25, 2007


    She becomes your existence

    A boon for your bane

    She becomes your passion

    You become beautifully insane

    How fast is the slide from man to child

    When a man becomes captured by a woman's smile

    She becomes your mission

    Succeed or fail

    She is your passion

    The wind in your sail

    And for whatever reason should she choose another man

    She becomes the test

    To which you grade your stand

    There is something phenomenal about the guise of a woman

    Her skin

    Her scent

    Her mind

    Her soul

    There is something phenomenal about the guise of a lady

    Her touch

    Her love

    Her sacrifice

    Her whole

    Saturday, February 24, 2007


    Goodnight Blogville. It's a Saturday and a very busy weekend for The Black Rider. So I'm going into my archives for today's post.

    In my teens and early twenties (which is like last week, I'm still 25 for another 8 days) I considered myself to be a rebellious and enlightened poet. I wrote hundreds if not thousands of poems and and a few short stories. This is poem # 1146.


    I've cried enough/

    So I have a relationship/

    With my tears/

    They seldom touch my tongue/

    But my eyes always taste them/

    My tears taste like/


    The juice of my stress/

    They are very warm/

    Like the blood flushed hands/

    Of an anxious lover/

    On a smiling face/

    Friday, February 23, 2007


    You can lose faith in the world, you can lose faith in your friends, you can lose faith in God, you can lose faith in yourself. It is dangerous to lose such a thing as faith, because faith is all we have.

    faith: 1. complete trust or confidence. 2. strong belief in a religion. 3. a system of religious belief. origin Latin fides. [Oxford Dictionary of Current English, paperback, 2001]

    There you have it. A dictionary definition of faith. And in that definition lies the fault and the faculty of that word.

    'Complete trust or confidence' meaning that your dedication to the subject is unbroken, unyielding, a perfect circle, and in there being, an impossibility, and an improbability. An ideal that exist in theory but not in practice.

    Have faith that things will work some of the time and not all of the time and you will be adjusted to the workings of this world.

    There will be irregularities in everything there is, so that it can fit in this puzzle of life. Any idea that states absolutes as whole and complete truths are not only obnoxious, but ignorant and inconsiderate.

    Have faith that things will work some of the time and when they do not, have faith that you will be strong enough to bear the loss and have the reserve within you to recover from it.

    Then you will be whole, complete and well adjusted.

    Thursday, February 22, 2007

    On Your Mark, Get Set, Get Money

    So I've read "How to win friends and influence people" by Dale Carnegie, and I've read "The 48 laws of Power" by Robert Greene, and I've also read "The Art of Seduction" also from Robert Greene.

    Those books work. I have friends, influence over people, power, and if the stars are right I can be very seductive. But I do not have money. I did my budget forecast for the next 2 weeks and I'm banking a whopping total of 30 dollars and 5o cents. After my Internet bills and my gas and credit card and cell phone payments and the rent and what not, I have 30 dollars and 50 cents.

    Now what good is having friends if you cannot adequately entertain them or influence over people if you cannot embellish it with a little gratitude or Power if you cannot dress the part or even seductive qualities if you can't indulge in luxuries.

    My friends, money is necessary. I need to read a book about money. That's the skill I lack right now. Once I learn how to create that, my circle will be complete. I need to get to the point where after I work out my budget, my bank will be something I can be flexible and productive with.

    $30.50 is hardly that.

    Wednesday, February 21, 2007

    Monsters and Transgression

    I am a monster. A sadistic melancholy manic. It seems to me that this should be tragic, but it could also be beneficial.

    I can be a monster in bed. A monster at winning. I would rather have a monster guard my house than a poodle.

    Life is tragic and filled with failures. If one is handed lemons one is to make lemonade, if one is handed tragedy one is to write stories and songs. If one is dealt and or creates monstrosities, one is to become a monster.

    The world is not built for the week and or feeble. You must be swift, merciless, decisive in all that you do. Then you will have success and annihilate puny fools who stand in your way to greatness and obliterate foes who dare to stand against you.

    In my book, it is better to be great and revered, for whatever cause, than to be forgotten and a loser.

    Tuesday, February 20, 2007

    Death Becomes Us

    You are involved

    Eloise and Abelard

    I could forget. I could forget it ever existed. Trade one mania for another. I could create an amnesia. Dismiss the very existence of my sorrows.

    In Buddhism, they teach you that one way to dispel suffering is to dispel desire. Well, what of dispelling the memory of it.

    If I can recall, I can desire and or detest that which I have recalled. I do not want the element of destruction in my life or in my mind, however natural or unnatural it may be, and I do not want to desire something that I cannot, should not, or am not allowed to have.

    It would be so much easier if I could just forget it. But I can't. I wear it everyday. I see it everywhere I go. And I hear of it on every radio station and TV show.

    I was much happier when I was clean. When I never knew of unrelenting desires. When I was a child and the world and the things in it were the concerns of other and not of mine.

    There is a Poem called Eloise and Abelard, from the English Poet Alexander Pope. It is about a forty year old French teacher 'Abelard' and an eighteen year old student 'Eloise' who he falls in love with in the eighteenth century.

    As the story goes, and it is a true one, Abelard gets Eloise pregnant. They marry in secret against the wishes of her her family and her family in turn contracts a gang of thugs to castrate Abelard as he sleeps.

    Abelard being a teacher and philosopher takes this in stride and adopts the life of a Eunuch, first joining a monastery and then living the life of a hermit.

    Eloise does not take it so easily. She is still in love with him. She still want to make love to him and dreams about it even though it is physically impossible.

    They exchange a series of four letters which become the subject of folklore and history and the subject of Mr. Pope's poem which takes the point of view of Eloise who lusts for the love of Abelard but is unable to be quenched of it.

    Instead she begs to forget. She says only God can take the place of her dear Abelard and wants to forget that he ever became.

    Such is my pain. Such is my dementia.
    I cannot dispel desire when it arises and I will not create destruction so I can detest something. My own personal morality is my folly.
    I want what is not possible. I have experienced a fantasy and believed it to be real. Yoda said to Anakin, you must learn to let go the things that you fear to lose. Wise words.
    "How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
    The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
    Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd;"
    Eloise and Abelard,
    Alexander Pope

    Sunday, February 18, 2007


    I have rediscovered comics. The paper magazines of illustration, mythologies and heroics have come back full swing in my life. I like them.
    Every Friday when I leave work around 4: 30 or so, I stop by the comic book shop in West Hempstead, New York called "The Long Box". The owner is long dread locked hair black man who knows his comics and speaks with a voice so deep it is like the voice of God.
    He's got X-men, Spider man, Superman, Batman, mostly hero stuff. Classics in long boxes throughout the store. He even has some comics in the back, the black and white Conan the Barbarian titles from my childhood, and he can tell you who wrote, published, and did the artwork for the cover and the lettering in one breath.
    He's got the right stuff.
    I can always count on him to also have the newest and most entertaining titles. The "Civil Wars" series from marvel, a novel and very interesting approach.
    Civil Wars: Spider Man gets unmasked to America, his former secret identity, "Peter Parker" is now pubic knowledge. While he fights alongside his comrades in costume, they refer to him as 'Peter', rather than 'Spidey'.
    Captain America and Iron man fight against each other over the "Mutant Registration Act" that requires all persons with super human powers and abilities register with the government.
    Captain America takes the stand against the Mutant Registration Act and Iron Man takes the stand for it. Heroes choose sides, Spider man sides with Iron man, the New Avengers and the X-men at large side with Captain America.
    It all played out over the summer and fall of last year, 2006, and now we have the "Casualties of War" series.
    To me this is engrossing stuff. And entertaining. I am Twenty five years old and a few weeks away from becoming Twenty Six.
    I am now officially a "Comic head".


    Friday, February 16, 2007

    Set Your House in Order.

    So it's another Friday night. What are we going to do? Go out and get drunk, high and laid right? If you can afford to, by all means yes. But remember it is still the beginning of the year. Now is a good time to set your house in order.

    We have a three day weekend guys. I think this is the best time to get ready to clean your house of all its clutter, throw out the trash, get your calendars and affairs prioritized and in order.

    There is a lot of money to be made. Us humans have countless needs. Find out what your purpose is in this world. Become intentional. Make an offering.

    I declare today set your house in order day. I know I will be doing it. Lets grow together and change the world for our children.

    Wednesday, February 14, 2007


    Nothing will do me better right now than sunlight and air. The minerals of stone and salt and the nutrients of the coconut plant and the mango tree and all the glories of my country, Jamaica.

    New York is nice. I heart New York. But it is very cold an uninhabitable here right now.

    I woke up this morning to ice rain, then as the day progressed there came the water rain, and as I left work came the snow.

    God has a sense of humor. Believe me. He really does.

    Nothing can do me now like Jamaica. I'm dreaming of white sand beaches right now. A spa. Blue sky and sunlight. This is madness.

    Tuesday, February 13, 2007

    Why Must I Read Everything?

    I must really be obsessive in some fashion. Could it be that I read to much? And to top it off at that, could it be that I read too much junk?

    I try to be as contemporary and informed as possible but can never seem to get all the knowledge I want at a fast enough pace.

    It may very well be that I read too slow. That my appetite for learning is not on par with my hunger and desire for knowledge as well as learning.

    And to fix that problem will take even more reading of speed reading books.

    Is is worth it? All this reading that we do. You can't take it with you, you know, your learning. It stays here on this earth just like your riches, whatever quantity of that you may have.

    So why strive? I try to read the best and most informative articles from every newspaper I see, and every magazine that strikes my fancy.

    I would be quiet content to stay here in my studio and read about the world all day from daily newspapers and the Internet and watch it on TV and only go out to see it for myself about once a month when there is really something interesting going on. Like something I would want to witness firsthand and write a first person account of.

    I want to see every good movie. Right now the movie du jour for me is "Factory Girl" starring Sienna Miller. Looks very interesting.

    Its seems as is if I have a case not only of information overload, but also acute information pollution.

    Clean out and filter the useless worthless information, like a review of a restaurant you have no intention of ever visiting, and the album review of a band you have no intention of ever listening to in your lifetime.

    But then at the end of the day, even the good information is temporal. You can't take it when you die.

    Or can you?

    Matters not. I say to read what gratifies and edifies you. Read the words that enrich your life. Learn them.

    I guess that is why I read so much. I am greedy and I want everything. I want wealth of riches and gratification. But I can never read everything. Eventually, everything becomes the trash.

    Sunday, February 11, 2007

    Easy Come, Easy Go.

    Good morning Blogville. So nice to be here again. I had a good weekend so far. Got my hair cut, went to see a show yesterday, support the arts, it was good. Life is short man, you got to live in the now you know.

    It is very cold here in New York. And my car drives very crazy. I have a 1993 Volvo 850. Good car. Mine is just old. 170,000 miles old. Driving that thing across the New York streets makes me feel like I'm in some futuristic film and I got a raggedy old car trudging over depressed terrain. And I can't afford to fix it.

    I have no problem taking the bus. I should think about doing that, cause this car thing is taxing and right now it's just more than I can bear. Stay tuned though Blogville, I will have pictures of the show to show you guys, and it will all be edited with trusty Google Picasa.

    Thursday, February 8, 2007

    Say Farewell.

    So she doesn't have to wake up anymore. Her pain will not weigh so heavily on her shoulders no longer. She can rest in peace.

    Sure they will still duel over lawsuits and the paternity and the pathology and toxicology. But she will not be there for it. The pain became too much and she expired prematurely. What was left for her? The remnants of youth fading so quickly, her son suddenly dead on the day her second child was born. Her companion consistently raking in motherloads of mullah for her interviews and reality TV shows and her inheritance.

    So many of the players in this parade are passed away. The 67 year old step son forging a block between Anna Nicole Smith and 500 million dollars: gone. The first heir to her fortune, her oldest male child: gone. Her companion is left to sort out the affairs now.

    Mr. Howard K. Stern.
    When will your tears fall. Who will do those million dollar entertainment tonight interviews? Is there a book to be released? Many questions arise now Mr. Stern, which I'm sure you have thought out the answers to. A lot of this stinks to high hell. A "commitment ceremony" after you stepson's death in the Bahamas, a beaming smile on both your faces.

    She was tired. Very tired. She has left this world and said farewell. What say you?

    Matters not much. Anna Nicole Smith is asleep now. And where she is, she is with old man daddy moneybags J. Howard Marshall, and her son Daniel, and she can relax. You are still here, and you Mr. Howard K. Stern, have statements to make.


    Tuesday, February 6, 2007

    Take Out the Paper (And the Trash).

    Good night blogville. How I wish this was all I had to do in life. Read and post blogs. But there are more important matters at hand aren't there, like taking out the paper and the trash. And there is so much paper.

    In this digital world you would think the amount of paper waste a household creates would greatly be diminished. That is not so. Most of the trash in my house is paper.
    If you were to weigh the weight of trash from food and plastics and steel and the weight of trash from paper, I'm almost certain that the weight of the paper trash would be on par with any variable of garbage found in the modern home even in 2007.

    You think we would have had enough. With our cable Internet and our satellite TV and our cell phone and text message and web sites. You would think we would have had enough of this paper mess.
    Not so. There is still the everyday deluge of Junk mail, Credit Card offers, bank solicitations, Club fliers, newspapers (some of us are required by our jobs to read three daily), business cards, receipts. Trashy books.
    All of this can be very overwhelming. Paper is almost a part of everything we do. There is toilet paper, newspaper, newsletter, magazines, posters, poster ads, tocket stubs, and the like.
    How do we process so much information so fast. You can spend 24 hours a day processing the various paper press of your community.
    And the trash. That's what all this paper becomes eventually. Trash. The Sunday times and all its magazines and coupons and circulars and arts and leisure section become trash come Monday morning. So do your plastic cups after you've drank the contents. And so does your french fry cup and your hamburger case and the wrapper its in and the brown paper bag they put it in.
    We should all eat digital food. You got your plastic soda bottles and water bottles and your plastic ketchup bottles and your plastic condoms and your plastic this and your plastic that.
    All of this becomes trash.
    Is there digital trash. The delete button is most convenient. Look how easily we dispose of unwanted files on our computers. And all we have to do is raise an index finger. Not even a hand. If you so desire you can somewhat trade your terrestrial life for a digital one. My cellphone and bank and credit card companies all offer me the option of cancelling paper billing solely for online billing. I always deny them for the simple fact that if my online fails me I still the paper in hand to take care of business. Did I just imply that I am backing up my online activities with tangible objects.
    The times they are a changing.
    Storage had gone from space to material. From four walls to carbon to glass. It will take a long time though. Blogs and what not are the way of tomorrow, but you can't buy it a newsstand for 50 cents a pop. Till then, organize your paper, organize your cash, set your accounts in order, and take out the trash.

    Saturday, February 3, 2007

    Top Story

    Good morning blogville. It's another Saturday, but this one is not easy at all. The weather outside where I live in Long Island New York is very cold. Freezing. Makes you want to stay home and do nothing at all. But we cannot do that can we. This is a cold world after all so it is only natural that Frigid weather occur to remind us of the hostile environment we inhabit.

    If there is anyone out there that favors freezing weather please announce yourself. Not that someone of that sort will come across this blog because no one is reading it but if by chance you do come across this please let me know. I've been in New York now for almost 12 years and the cold still gets to me.

    Of course I am somewhat acclimated but I still get a mean face when the weather dips below 40 degrees and the wind starts to blow.

    And the weatherman on the radio does not help at all. It seems as if they are plotting to keep you in your warm bed listening to radio news so you don't have to go outside and face the real world.

    Top Story: It is freezing outside. Do not leave your homes. Stay in bed. Thousands are dead in Iraq. New York is freezing over. It's cold. Stay in bed and listen to our programs we can have high ratings and more ad dollars.

    Yeah. You know what guys. This is my top story. So what suckers, yeah its cold outside, but don't let that stop you. Go out and face the world. Bundle up. It's a cold world bitches so this kind of weather is expected. Why you complaining. We have not even had a blizzard this year. Go out and make some money and the next time I find any one of you peasants in bed past the hour of sunrise I'll fire a lighting bolt up your ass.


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