Fantasy is this World ???

I know the first thing you think when you came here and read my chaotic run on sentences and jargon poor punctuation etc … Look at this womanizing interesting person, yes thats a character. I must agree I’m a character but i’m also in reality and in reality you deal with allot of malicious fantasy. Meaning that most of the things in this world are not even real or to be taken as anything, mainly the people. The people are the fakest “things” we have to deal with. A bunch of racist cartoon characters and sale outs all wrapped up in one gumbo burrito. How nasty you might ask well just imagine what I think.

I’m just me all man all African all indigenous all what ever is before me from the sounds of Sade to the songs of Poor Righteous Teachers. To the books of Dr. John Henrick Clarke to the poetry of Saul Williams i’m me. Eating Veggie burgers or Brown Rice with Stir Fry Vegetables. To absolutely nothing ….

Nobody but me and myself alone with no thoughts just breathing and form of meditation RELIEF from the phony people that exist in this nasty stew!!!

Shifting Energy (watch you get better from my words) ::: While I just ?????

Peace and Love from Marcellous Lovelace (self portrait 2005)

In this life we learn so many things and come to find we know nothing all over again. In all my greatest moments of Heroism (Heru / Horus / Jesus) I tend to forget about myself and the affects of shifting energy.

On my greatest and worst days I always find myself helping folk to a degree where I don’t get the same or equal energy. I can be so Heroic that I can bring groups of people together but at the same time tear my own situation apart. Guess thats the price you pay for being a “good person”.

I hope at the end of the day every one is happy and unified and continue to be happy and find other lights out of darkness …

life is … #9

 

Steven McNair (R.I.P.)

 

Steve “Air” McNair (February 14, 1973 – July 4, 2009) a show of sympathy to one of my favorite foot ball players its a shame another life had to be taken in a violent way.

 

the guns that are used to kill people did not end up in the peoples hands by accident its an insane system, that allows more deaths then opportunity mainly to BLACK FOLK  in the world. We need to Stop The Volence by ending the gun producers. Lets fight that power …

 

rest in peace brother AIR McNair July 4th 2009

 

PLEASE STOP THE DEATH …

ready pace

 

2009 Nyame Biribi Wo Soro Hope

hope its true that things work out and we grab a hold of ourselves … loyal observant passion dynamic … thats me!

 

so i sit still and avoid all nonsense that appears share me with others or think thoughts about me, i’m left handed anyway so my characteristics are not the same as others.

 

I sleep on tired folks and wake up to those that have enough depth to be accountable to something that already happened. As I stand still looking at the moon and turn the style to something new and make this all a common pace to the brain. So people hate to a place thats not real, some where in you is hate. You work hard to be another person but never really learn self.

 

Will last year ever happen again I think not.

dries fast and clear

wild art work

to save her self from knowing the past she walks into a world of the unknown and is right back where she started. tolerance was the goal but like an addict she couldn’t resist temptation.

What part of the television show is this, may i assist you into that empty cloud of what ever you bring out of yourself. the lady asked what’s the matter, what’s new can i get all in your business? no one asks anything but what can they gain. And we all walk towards her coming towards the river flows. And drips drop from the pants bottom.

I calmly told the woman to chill out you are giving me psycho drama trying to read so deeply into every motion of life. Nothing is reality all of this is a short script. Another narrative about nothing.

no more of us killing us and who will rid the world of filth and get our minds right we still ask.

My Mind Is From Africa by Marcellous Lovelace

My Mind is from Africa by Marcellous Lovelace

the Book is ready for your Buying

 

After the Math
page 6
My Mind is from Africa
by Marcellous Lovelace
After the Math
When a young Black Man or Woman graduates from school
and has to apply him or her self into the social structure that is
America, they don’t always know what to do. Everyone is not
able to attend or even wants to goto to college. We need a
system and a mentality in place that serves us outside of a
western European higher education, while still having the
understanding of a higher education. We as African people
need to step out into our own way of being and thinking. We
can not count on any other groups of people to make us
better. Industrial Education and Survival skills that we
absolutely need to do for self improvement.

Description:
A book that examines the working of a young mans mind and stories of a man from the original man. my book on problems and let downs in an hours worth of time set backs and time … thoughts words poems emotions artistic … mood assignments from this school and a recent interview .. and some pictures of me doing some art.

ISBN: 978-1-60743-788-8
Publisher: Amun Ra Communications
Copyright: © 2009 Marcellous Lovelace Standard Copyright License
Language: English
Country: United States
Edition: 1

Paperback book $13.99 buy here:
Printed: 119 pages, 6.14″ x 9.21″, perfect binding, black and white interior ink

 

 

John Hope Franklin

R.I.P. FRANKLIN, JOHN HOPE (1915- 2009)

Historian John Hope Franklin was born in Rentiesville, Oklahoma, on January 2, 1915, to Buck Colbert and Mollie Parker Franklin. The family moved to Tulsa in 1925, where young Franklin attended public schools and graduated from Booker T. Washington High School. His father was a pioneer African American attorney in Tulsa.