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Denver is said to have fresh air ...
Denver is said to have fresh air ...

Some people talk but don’t listen, the only thing they here is what they say. Its no real compromise to anyone else. I wonder from within if people even care about others.

My mind drifts into a place where you can wonder and if folks listen. The only sound I am making is a education to each person. So we can learn what the truth is. Smiles fill the room as the none attentive have so much to say but never listen.

the nephew of frank ...
the nephew of frank ...

Don’t try to compare me to you and what you select to here I hear you loud and clear. My mind picks up the stories you tell about control and freedom. Yes I know the levels of ignorance you build around two.

But the question is do you listen? My mind is here to over stand any ones view point but if we don’t agree I shall flee and not get caught up in selfish behavior. If smart people can listen they will know that the only options that exist are the ones they make “standards” yes I listen and I heard and I’m me. Folks think they are nothing with out the rules and orders of the roman greek society they are in. Well sorry shorty I’m here to tell you times are changing. Listen to love and hear what’s said and not what you have selected.

Title: My One Good Nerve

My One Good Nerve
My One Good Nerve

Author: Ruby Dee, Ossie Davis (Introduction)
Publisher: John Wiley & Sons, Incorporated
Date Published: October 1998
Format: Trade Cloth

Intimate reflections on loving and living from an American treasure.[“My One Good Nerve draws me back into my sweetest past . . . a work of memory and art.”–Maya Angelou.[My One Good Nerve is an exuberant collection of writings in the down-home tradition by that incomparable icon of the human spirit, Ruby Dee. Married for 50 years to fellow actor Ossie Davis, Dee has led an astonishingly full life. But she has never forgotten where she comes from as an African American woman. Fans who have admired and drawn strength over the years from Dee’s outspoken human rights advocacy and unforgettable characters are rewarded here with many glimpses into her memories and convictions. Based on her long-running one-woman show, this book is an inspiration and a blessing.[Ruby Dee (New Rochelle, NY) grew up in Harlem and graduated from Hunter College in New York City. Inducted into the Theater Hall of Fame in 1989, she was an original cast member of Broadway classics such as A Raisin in the Sun and South Pacific and appeared in Spike Lee’s Do the Right Thing and the landmark adaptation of Alex Haley’s Roots. She performs her one-woman show, My One Good Nerve, in theatres across the country.

welcome to L.A. ((DON’T BELIEVE THE HYPE))


I like the landscape but the hood is still the hood and the have and have nots

ok I write because today is a developing story its like I recieved 2 extra hours. So i’m looking to take advantage of that fact …

what is a uncle tom what is a devil … these questions are constantly debated. Well to me the moment you don’t support your own and degrade your own in the eyes of the world than you would be considered a Tom … its really sad …

A devil is the evil power structure that stimulates and promotes racism on a daily basis. This is by destroying a group of people who are considered less than the more “powerful group”. In America Profiling and disrespect is done by whites in powerful situations …

Extra Prolific in the Eye of the Storm!

too muchhhhhh
too muchhhhhh

I don’t know where to start, today was good. Allot of positive communication amongst me and my peers. Just been working on multiple works of Art today. Started off on five joints got done with like 3 very interesting works I must say.

My paintings are a part of a continuation of a series I started on back at The School of The Art Institute of Chicago. I got like these collages of these strong Black (African / Nubian) MALE figures in these work force called AMERICA IMAGES SURROUNDED BY IMAGES OF THE SPACE WE LIVE IN. Its sort of like a collection of garbage as a thought pattern. Imagine living inside one big advertisement. This is my idea of America and the race that every body is in attempting to get money and trinkets. Think about the way a man will sale his soul to eat or a woman will prostitute her body to feed her children. Think about the Tell Lie Vision Show Good times and how the family still persevered through thick and thin. Think about how our African people put more faith in Uncle Toms, Aunt Susan, The Good Year Blimp, John Deer, Ford and Apple Pies instead of each other.

My imagination allows me to see the social political problems of the world I live in as corruption: Black people buying Alcohol and Lottery Tickets as a form of solitude. Freedom in hell is a oxymoron. You can’t be free when you are not allowed to live at your own leisure and on your own time daily. Don’t get it twisted or blown out of proportion because I know the freedom of your soul despite the oppression operation inside the illusion we live in. The illusion that video tapes our every move and records all of activities.

Life is a beautiful thing when you can wake up everyday and feed the beast and be blinded by it at the same time. Well even with all that it was still a good day, I have a new mode for all critiques of Marcellous Lovelace keep talking because your words inspire me to keep going. Tonight was as fun as the day, I had fun hanging with my people down here in Memphis its always great to just be.

so it was said …


2009 Imhotep As Peace And Build - Marcellous Lovelace
2009 Imhotep As Peace And Build - Marcellous Lovelace



that those who follow

will never lead

those that want to be

will never be

those that think alike

don’t think

those that are fool

will not know

those that know it all

know nothing

that 5 + 5 = 10

that 10 – 5 = 5

that what went up 

came down

that yesterday has passed

and now we gone

some where upstairs


1997 hold on tight to her
1997 hold on tight to her



he walked into a room called reality and got checked like mate. letting thoughts roll down my mind and enter her darkest desires. i reach the top deck to not see respect i’m gone. nothings new everyday the same old song. this year got more then ever in three months time. 


and we not done thinking using all the space in my creation to captivate frustration. working in the mean time shelby drive to utica and ashland back down the 405 freeway not san jose. we seek that plan we never been on jet blue flights from fort lauderdale to the bahamas i was almost there. fair enough to see africa again in g units small amounts to large. 


i’m washington area by the k town where sound surrounds the area we looking at nothing your carnival is weak. i’m not in suspense like a tight rope walker. like them big lips that used to be off the dan ryan arrest the governor elected. black man stand up don’t sit down they want that extra cash from you pockets get the duck its. 


my world was in rhymes where i bent time and space driving only 70 miles an hour to get an hour and 10 minutes in. i’m gonna escape and sit down and do my work go to where i wanna be. i must show you my worth.