My View Of The Past - LMB

My View Of The Past

People constantly tell me to forget my past..... My spirit begs to differ. 

Its like traveling down a road as it disappears behind you...once you stop and turn around? You have no indication of just how far you have come in this journey, just as you look ahead into absolute darkness with only dreams and hopes of a future. 

No, i beg to differ..my memories....the good ones...and the bad ones...are what i am made up of... They in truth are the only thing that i can ever call "mine". For i lived them, i experienced them...from my unique perspective.

 I cherish everybody that has ever made me smile and laugh, have shown me random acts of kindness and love. At the very same time? I curse the day i met and loathe every treacherous deceitful person that i have ever run across...we all are the sum of all of our experiences. 

How do you go thru your life and surgically remove the bad stuff while leaving the good stuff right beside it perfectly intact? I don't know how to do that. Why would i want to...when its that comparison that makes me appreciate the wonderful times? 

Rotten people have taught me what not to be. Great loving people have taught me who i want to be. Simple.

Who i grew up with and had as friends on Staten Island? Literally set the blueprint by which any friend i ever had was compared to. 

What i would give...to play in Mahoney Park again with all of you. 

 From playing marbles and balunkas', to AFX race cars, to putting crayon on the bottom of a cardboard sheet that we used to go down that sliding pond behind our projects.

From sticking baseball cards in the spokes of our bikes just hear that whizzing flipping sound as we rode them...to putting baby powder in socks and slugging it out swinging them at each other giving each other a "white eye" being hit with that.

From playing tackle on the concrete in Mahoney park with no protective gear at all...to feeling like i travelled to a paradise walking to Thompskinville pool. 

To the battles and fights that happened at 3:00pm in the school yards of PS31... Where we settled our differences with fists....one on one.

From drinking a Yoo-Hoo and a Blue Sky soda, to seeing the girls jump rope at incredible blinding speed and coordination.

From seeing the prettiest girl in the world, but i was too afraid to even say hello to her.

From the incredible sandwiches from Fatmans... to coming out of the paramount theater fighting like hell...after we all saw a Kung fu flick...lol.

 Mannnnn what i would give...to sit and laugh and talk to Dennis Hite again...talk to MO again.....talk to Corky again... Just to sit down and hear Sleepy crack another joke. 

Ever notice how you could leave the house..play all day and it seemed like you never had to use the bathroom? Lol. 

Those were the days! 

Rushing home to catch Spiderman and Batman on tv? The Wild Wild West? Man ol man...

I miss all of you dearly.....

Lesley M. Blair

"Boaz Is On His Way" - By Lesley M. Blair

"Boaz Is On His Way"

By Lesley M. Blair

For the women in waiting,

Patiently anticipating.

Their King its no mistaking

Is going thru an awakening.

Boaz is in route

Im telling you the truth.

Disconnected from his roots

His identity is in pursuit.

You see he's so busy

Being vilified.

So busy being criticized.

Falsely accused and identified

Surviving infanticide and genocide.

But Boaz is on his way.

Its no wonder Boaz cant be seen

 By those who seek his being.

Being hunted constantly fleeing

Fighting to give his life meaning.

Boaz is Hiding in plain sight

Struggling telling wrong from right.

You see, Boaz has been lied to

Hated no matter how hard he tried to.

For his mistakes are not forgiven

Pathway made hard to earn a living.

When he speaks no one listens.

When he gets upset he goes to prison.

Boaz does some stupid things

Just to relieve himself.

His role models murdered

Hard to believe in himself.

But don't worry

Boaz is on his way.

Boaz can be seen

Trying to escape the prison of his own mind.

Mistreated by his own kind.

His throne stolen and its hard to find.

Boaz sometimes even hates 

His own kind.

Suffering from a delusional state of mind.

Its hard telling friend from foe

Discerning Queen from hoe.

Boaz has been told

You ain't shit just like your dad.

He's heard this his whole life

Coming from his moms thats really bad.

Your can turn an egg into

An omelet but not an omelet

Back into an egg.

Imagine Boaz on the streets

Trying to survive

Sometimes he begs.

Boaz..is on his way.

Boaz sometimes is rich on the outside

But not whole on the inside.

His identity in jeopardy

Sold out..but respectfully.

Boaz was seen left for dead

By the ones he cherished.

The enemy came along

With words that nourished?

What was Boaz's state of mind

For him to even listen?

Considering what he's been thru

Perhaps a lapse in wisdom.

Boaz has been seen

Detached from his own.

Misunderstood by his own

Perhaps forgot his way home.

But Boaz...is on his way.

Boaz i hear

Responds to love and understanding.

Abused by constant reprimanding.

Boaz I hear truly 

wants to come home.

He misses the one place

That was rightfully his throne.

Boaz is tired of being blamed

For the foulness of others.

Boaz tries to explain

But his truth is only smothered.

Boaz his been hurt 

Just like you too.

Being you're not a man

You have no idea what he's really been through.

Just as Boaz will never know

What its like to be you.

Don't believe the hype

Parenting is job that was made for two.

Don't worry Boaz is on his way.

Boaz needs to be reminded

Of his throne.

Boaz needs to be reminded

He's not alone.

Boaz needs rest

For his mind, body and soul.

Boaz needs love, not just sex

For him to become whole.

Boaz needs patience

And yes a shoulder to cry on.

Someone by his side

That he wouldn't think twice to die for.

As Boaz respects himself

He also needs to be respected.

He also understands how you feel.

Apologizes for leaving you neglected.

Boaz has been under attack

And everything he loves has been to.

The only thing Boaz has ever wanted

Was to be everything to you.

Don't worry ..Boaz is on his way. 

"Love and Time" - By Lesley M. Blair

"Love and Time"

~ Lesley M. Blair

There are times when

I'm alone in the dark.

Asking myself

Has my heart missed its mark.

For i have genuinely tried

Almost died when denied.

Betrayed and defied

By those in whom I'd once confide.

Hearts revealed

So cold that I'd shiver

Scars I've earned

From crying a river.

Love gets you into things

That only time can get you out of.

Love gets you into things

That only time can get you out of.

Everybody wants to be loved

Is just one school of thought.

Until you actually love

You learn things that you were never taught.

A school that has taught

To lie is the standard.

Just stab them in the hearts

Let them worry about the bandage.

A school that teaches you

To slap every cheek.

No matter how many they turn

Forgiveness pushed beyond its peak.

A school that teaches you

To use the past as a shield.

What a treacherous tongue

These students do wield.

Love gets you into things

That only time can get you out of.

Love gets you into things

That only time can get you out of.

Now the school that 

you came from from.

Apparently is not the 

Same one.

For you truth is truth

And a lie is a lie.

You look accountability

Straight in the eye.

You were taught to treat everybody

The way you want to be treated.

Understanding the power of love

Can never be defeated.

So you love as hard as you can

Wishing the very best for them.

Not discouraged by faults you see

But blinded by the love of just what can be.

Love gets you into things

That only time can get you out of.

Love gets you into things

That only time can get you out of.

Love gets you into things

That only time can get you out of.

Love gets you into things

That only time can get you out of.