A Conversation

I said it once before

But! I might have been misunderstood

I created man in My image

In seven cycles, and saw it was good.

 

So, who’s up for the debate?

Wait! Let me pull up a seat

But before you get started

Let me explain how this world came to be.

 

Out of absolute darkness

It appeared from no trace

We were there in the beginning

And watched it stir out in space.

 

The magnitude of creation

Was covered by a veil of night

Until Comic dust sparked a wave

That brought about the first day of light.

 

We bestowed upon man, woman

And the knowledge of the tree

Then set the sun on the horizon

To marvel at its reflection in the sea.

I watched mountains grow up

To their highest peak

And in the valley below

Rose buds blossom, just to hear me speak.

 

Now it’s because of your arrogance

I felt the need to reflect

For every galaxy you discover

Another star I erect.

 

Wasn’t it the father of man

Who succumb to the lies of a snake?

Yet! You have the nerve

To be confused and irate.

 

You have to believe in something greater than yourself

In order to truly be free

Even with my Supreme Authority

You’ll find in the scrolls the reference, WE.

 

You were endowed with My Spirit

And inherited the sea

Now my only question for you is,

“What on earth, have you done for me?”

Éclair

As I savor the body

Of Madeira

Éclair is on my mind

We met one Summer Day

In an out-of-the-way café

On the outskirts of chance

In a little town known to me

 

It was a day

That I will never forget

Sally Lunn was a good friend of mine

At the time

You can say that she enticed me

To make éclair’s acquaintance

It seem like just yesterday

I was having a toast

With Sherry and Rose

And out of nowhere

Éclair Appeared.

 

I thought perhaps

She lost her way

And unexpectedly stumbled

Into our mist.

 I was startled at first

I must admit,

But after making room at the table

I didn’t mine the intrusion

Éclair was unlike

Any other dish I had laid eyes on

She wasn’t at all like

Tia Maria who accompanied me

To the Captain’s dinner

On a three-day cruise to Jamaica

But that is a story for another time and place.

Now don’t get me wrong, I enjoy a little salsa

Every now and then

Although I must say that

I prefer to start my mornings

With something a little Blond and Sweet

 

But with age my taste

For Éclair diminished

And if I ever loved her

I’m not in touch with that part of myself anymore

Although the connection we established

In the café that Summer

Can’t be denied

So I guess I’ll sit here staring

At the body of Madeira

With fond memories

Of Éclair on my mind.

STRUGGLE

Impeachment Proceedings:Impeachment of the President!

Well, it appears to be a lot of speculation in the air in Washington, DC about the Impeachment of the President. Now when an Impeachment process involves a U.S. President, the Chief Justice is required to preside during the Senate trial. Trial? Wait a minute, what kind of law did President Obama commit? The United States Constitution states in Article II, Section 4: “The President, Vice President and all civil Officers of the United States, shall be removed from Office on Impeachment for, a Conviction of, Treason, Bribery, or other high Crimes and Misdemeanors.”

To this date there have been three President impeachment proceedings: In 1868 against President Andrew Johnson for his removal of Secretary of War Edwin Staton in Violation of Tenure of Office Act – 1974 against President Richard Nixon for the Watergate cover-up – 1998-99 against President Bill Clinton for concealing an extramarital affair.

Impeachment in the United States is an expressed power of the legislature that allows for formal charges against a civil officer of government for crimes in office. The actual trial on those charges, and subsequent removal of an official on conviction on those charges, is separate from the act of impeachment itself. Impeachment is analogous to indictment in regular court proceedings, while trial by the other house is analogous to the trial before judge and jury in regular courts. Typically, the lower house of the legislature will impeach the official and the upper house will conduct the trial.

Man, all this talk about formal charges and trials is enough to make you question what’s going on in the White House that we need to know about.  Why don’t we put it all in perspective. “An Impeachment”, is an indictment where the House of Representatives, they then turn over their complain to the House Judiciary Committee that conducts an investigation (similar to a grand jury) to determine if there is enough evidence to warrant articles of impeachment (an indictment) against the President. The Committee then drafts articles of impeachment pertaining to specific charges supported by the evidence. The House then appoints members of Congress to act as managers(or prosecutors).

Two U.S. Presidents have actually been impeached by the House of Representative but acquitted at the trials held by the Senate: Andrew Johnson(trial) and Bill Clinton(trial). The House Judiciary Committee voted on Articles of Impeachment for President Richard Nixon, but he resigned before the full House of Representatives could vote on any articles. Since the entire House did not vote, Nixon was never impeached. If you ask me, it’s all smoking glass and mirrors. It seems like the law makers are playing a game of chess in Washington and they need to deploy an all out assault in an attempt to make their opponent make a mistake, knowing their demise imminent.

Truthly speaking, it will never happen. Even if the House of Representatives build up enough courage to bring the charges against the standing president, it will fail due to the simple fact their allegations lack merit. What do you think happen during the time the world was captivated by the Bill Clinton impeachment proceedings? There are other things which lie beneath but if your get caught up in the distractions, you’ll find yourself lying cold in the streets.  This is Maestro!

Maestro weighing in on the Trayvon Martin case:

The Wild, Wild, West!

Can you imagine living in a society where the citizens could act as vigilantes and take the law into their own hands, by declaring themselves the prosecutor, the judge and the jury? Well, that’s how things use to be back in the day when Jessie James and old Doc Holiday were gun slinging in the Wild, Wild, West. Back then if you had a problem with someone, you’d just walk up to them create a situation and beat your man to the draw. But fortunately for most of us,  there is something called due process. And that right is protected by the Constitution of the United States of America.

Under Florida law, when the defense of “Self-defense” is asserted, a defendant has the burden of producing enough evidence to establish a prima facie case demonstrating the justifiable use of force.  Self-defense is an affirmative defense on which the defendant (“George Zimmerman”) bears the burden of production. To proceed on a defense of justification, a defendant must prove by a preponderance of evidence that: (1) The defendant was under an unlawful present, imminent, and impending threat of such a nature as to induce a well-grounded fear of death or serious bodily injury to himself; (Stop! let’s look into that statement at it’s face value) Trayvon Martin was walking about mining his own business, Zimmerman placed a 911 call stating that he looked suspicious, so he “Trayvon” couldn’t have presented a threat to Zimmerman at the time he placed a call to the 911 dispatcher. (2) The defendant had not recklessly or negligently placed himself in a situation in which it was probable that he would be forced to choose the criminal conduct; (Since we only have the 911 call; which will be relied on as a witness, it’s safe to assume that once Zimmerman told the 911 dispatcher that he saw Trayvon walking down the street; not breaking in to anyone’s dwelling or destroying private property, he was told not to follow Trayvon and wait for the police to show up on the scene. Zimmerman then acted recklessly and placed himself in a confrontational situation and the fact that he was armed, it’s safe to assume that he had the capability of using deadly force) (3) The defendant had no reasonable, legal alternative to violating the law, that is, he had no reasonable opportunity to avoid the threatened harm; Which in the case of Zimmerman being told by the 911 dispatcher, “not to approach Trayvon” Zimmerman disobeyed her directive, and (4) A reasonable person would believe that by committing the criminal action he would directly avoid the threatened harm. Clearly, the self-defense rule cannot apply in the Zimmerman’s case, a blind man can see that.

My question for you is: What would you do if someone approached you for no reason and started asking intrusive questions and harassing you, would you take offense? I sure would, just think about it for a moment. What would happen if people could just walk up to individuals who they either suspected or disliked and harassed them because they were carrying a concealed weapon? Anyone could be targeted. What I see here is the classic over-zealous, want to be cop biting off more than he could chew and when Trayvon gave him what he was looking for, he drew his gun and shot a defenseless young man in cold blood.  This is Maestro!  Don’t get distracted by the smoking gun. Keep both of your eyes on the prize because the bullet has already been laid to rest. Your comments are always welcomed.

Rest in peace Trayvon

Also visit CNN.com to view:  George Zimmerman trial underway as jury selection process begins

My Window Pain

Reflection in a mirror, 1850s (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Imagine a reflection for a moment

not for any a prior reason or sort.

What is this portrait?

This miraculous sculpture, a parity

in the form of its own.

The faint dressing against our perception,

is but a pathway to the past

the present and the future.

Although abstract, it’s purpose suggest

that we sometimes gaze through it

to gain a better understanding in life.

It is an opening device

to our freedoms and temptations

a snap shot; if you would,

of a virtual reality that exist in our lives

despite its unbiased views.

We rely on its emotional dexterity

to navigate our pretentious faults

and once tainted

by the persistence

that inevitability itself in our pain

no blood rite will anoint its indiscretions.

For it alone, is my optical sphere

my wind eye to the rest of the world.

Pain Knows Sorrow

Pain slept until the day
It found my heart under siege
Now sorrow stands in the way
And causes everything I’ve worked for
To leave
I often forget about the hour
Listening to bellow winds whistle at night
As my conscious sings a duet
A simple poem to recite
Embraced by a worn comforter
On lonely nights when it rains
But when I wake up tomorrow
I’m drenched in sorrow once again.

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A Contemptible Man

When the fundamental principles
from which a concept is conceived
suffocate the rights and decency of the populace.
A contemptible man exist…
No partisan grass roots movement
or catchy campaigned slogan
can restore his patriotism.
For the dependency of social views
and political correctness,
will no longer satisfy his needs.
They would have you believe that,
“WE THE PEOPLE”
consoles the intricacies of the Black man’s plight.
This is to exploit the human tendency
to make fallacious inference
of an elastic Constitution.
The important differences
between the general attitude; poverty,
and that of the Negros
is one example of how an objective reality
plays a vital role in the scheme of things.
The biological separation is then followed
by a stage of psychological events
that are not just simply a biological process,
but a cultural transmission foregoing
a link between capitalism and injustice.
Shaping the Negro into the mold of
an already existing reality.

Signs Of The Times

My destination is weary, leading me on a path to repent. So I’m sitting here consuming the news, trying desperately to make sense of all of it. What is left if I subtract the fact that I’m already dead? Wondering through empty fields of concepts, as my sanity hangs by a tread. I’m holding on to the edge of the cliff, in spite of the constant changing weather. Waiting for my consciousness to lose its grip, which holds everything I’ve ever owned together. Even if I whether this storm, after years of falling rain, I can’t keep sitting here getting high, expecting my conditions to change.

Tormented by bad dreams that constantly whisper in my ear, paranoid by the things that out of nowhere seem to just suddenly appear. Wherever, the wind blows I flow in search of finding something missing. And despite the clouds that dissipate, the eye of the storm keep right on…twisting. My memory bank is low and I’m all out of opinions to defend. So I keep my eyes on the door, waiting for the answer to come walking in. I’ve witness humans feeding on flesh and so-called minister’s who turned out to be fakes. So I peddle backwards; while maintaining a visual, until I can find a suitable exit to escape. Living in a world where uncertainty is the savior I fear, and to think that the day after tomorrow…may not ever get here.

I AM

I am composed of matter,

consciousness, fury, pain,

loneliness, triumphant, envy,

shame.

I am the dawning of a new age

I am the solstice peak

I am an author, I am rage

I am not afraid to speak.

I am the son of creation

I am the reflection on the sea at night

I am  the Prince of a fallen nation,

who is struggling to reclaim what’s right.

I am positive, over negative

divided by simple logic and stats,

I am amazing, I am grace

I am a father, in fact.

I am a medley of songs

Everyday that I play it’s a gift.

From the depth of my sole,

to the very soul of my lips.

I am more than a figment of you imagination

I am perfection; not achieved,

a son of God

  twice conceived.

I am a body of invention

In a silhouette bound by customs, limitations and beliefs.

So I stand before you a man

derived of nothing more than imitation and speech.