Reports are rampant that there is a Fyre. It was out of control but not overcome by flames. It was the new kid on the block, the premier hip hop experience in Europe but instead played pyramid games.

Vestiville was to have ASAP Rocky, Cardi B and Migos. The people instead were greeted with signs lacking libidos. Lack of security was cited as a possible explanation. But the people out of money and weekend are still waiting for citation.

Look who is the symbol of Fyre and also part of this latest scam? Ja Rule was slated to appear and if you believe that, then DAMN! If his name doesn’t tell you to look another direction, are you ready for a sudden and unannounced defection?

What happened to the Woodstocks, the Paloozas instead of the Festivals that are abject losers? Please people, do your homework and prevent more forest Fyres and before becoming buyers.

#saturdaythoughts #saturdaymorning


I remember when we all sashayed. When we didn’t go curbside and always valeted. We walked to get some air and have some alone time. When we didn’t have the urge to always be live.

These were the days that many no longer see. The older are unable and the younger cannot be. Society is encouraged to get everything now. Unable to hit the pause button and escape to the bowels.

Sprinting to the table and eating the naan. Instead of having a drink and beginning a con. Play a little and take a chill pill. Instead of rushing to pay the next bill. And give the table to the next patrons to rush. Let them relax at the bar and sush.

Take in the visual and close the pie holes. Try to hear above the noise of all trolls. Take a stroll and engage in play. Why must everybody choose to valet?

#fridaythoughts #fridaymotivation #weekend


Don’t come up hostile and with a unseemly amount of baggage. I’m here to help you forget what brought you here. Think of your favorite comfort food that you packed in your satchel and tell me what it is and I’ll put it into two slices of bread.

Do you want me to spread it thin or cake it on the surface? Do you want it cold your heated like a furnace? What is your preference as I am here to attest cause you are here for a reason and I want to make it the best.

Was it something at work or did it happen inside your house? Tell me how to best combat your fear or arouse. Is it something that can we worked out by exertion. Or does it gnaw to deeply to leave with a diversion?

You’ll have to deal with it sooner or later so why not try the help of a counter persuader? I likely carry what your body and mind may wish. But your long term health will need more than a sandwich.

Aging to a crawl

When I lean in the pool and water is cold, I move forward as the barrier is not too bold. The water cleanses and invites, it never threatens other than a quick nip (or bite). Moving slowly, grabbing toward the end and ultimate breath, I think of the crawl that I previously met.

Without a purpose other than to live the day and being in a constant fog and getting in my way. Constantly in a flux and laying in wait for something to titillate me before it was too late. This continues to be a state I am in but slowing the process down in the pool I’m in.

Many analysts said that swimming slows aging, of which I believe is factual. But what draws it to me is actually more natural. It soothes the rough edges and it puts me in time out. From all of the wiring and tiring and roundabout. It makes me sharper without having a growl and it puts my body in a state I enthrall.

Especially in South Florida in this ninety degree heat, one should consider this clothing optional act. Get in a pool and move your limbs, after the day or before prelims. I promise prospective that the earth can’t counter. And the confidence you find will grow louder

#wednesdaythoughts #wednesdaymorning

Password not found

At one point I swear I was into you but u say the password wasn’t found.
Peering into your soul to long ago but my passion ebbed and no longer abound.
But it comes time again to sign in and strike up the band
And your credentials say to me this is a foreign land.
Messaging the password was not found.

You don’t remember me as my signature vestige.                                                                     My mind did not enthrall you nor did my visual image.                                                      Likely the condescending bark or my nibbling bite.                                                                That changed your credentials from allowing me the right.

Do not forbode me the opportunity to revisit the site that a password was requested. I’m certain at one point I liked your content but I went to another to ferment. So when your message says my footprint is not likely, it is really because your tracking is unsightly. So it makes me pause and apt to say, “You really want me to just go away.

So when you email to say visit more, I will treat your message as when I tried to open the door. Password not found.

Evel Knievel

Evel was the real deal. Evel could do no wrong. Walenda siblings high wire in New York to a million strong. But Evel would do his daredevil acts in the middle of nowhere. And do it for one network without any social fanfare.

There wouldn’t be coverage from the morning shows thereafter. About the move he had done 25 times in front of a mirror. He would put on his superfly suit in American colors and let it rip across a canyon. Or jump 50 semis into a waiting ring of fire. My memory may not recall everything or jumble things together.

His hair would stay in place the a Brill cream solution in tow. His face looked like he smoked 50 cigarettes in a row. The voice didn’t speak volumes but the eyes yelled at me. They said you need to watch because nobody said I could. And even if I fail, I still feel I would.

And then he would move onto the next harrowing act of lunacy. And he disappeared without a trace as my mind remembered loosely. And now its recalled because the Walenda kids are back, on my Monday morning screen, and kind of feels wack.

I am resigned to say good for them, they lived to recount how they triumphed. To a GMA exclusive while a President contemplates war. It harkens back to a simpler time when lying was also en vogue. And love was the answer and the question was would Evel live to consummate the deal?

#mondaythoughts #mondaymorning

Read to me

Read to me the written cherished word.

Illustrate to me what my mind may not afford.

Draw a picture and make it neon.

Take me to a time when I be young.

Push my barriers to a border of torrent.

Quench my thirst to what I deserve and warrant.

Place me in a setting that I may fear.

Read to me when far or near.