Grizzly Gentleman
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Writer. Thinker. Crazy sane storyteller of truth
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What Men Make
Agony warms tears as they rise. It’s the heartburn of the soul... Dads, fathers, live on a different type of time. They tell and read it depending on how flexible legs are when they spread for air. Arlo, tried to play straight, unlike his pops who switched on women like a sexy walk.
By Grizzly Gentleman4 years ago in Fiction
Death, Bless the Lonely Souls
I have screwed a couple of witches. I try my damndest not to fuck with them, but their appeal is irresistible. What is a life well lived? What does that mean? If you don’t know, you should mind your business and let me enjoy a quiet death, the way no one expects me to welcome it. I don’t even know what to expect in life. Everyday I struggle to defeat days, nights immortal suicide. Haunting like a problem I wasn’t supposed to solve, like a secret that hopefully won’t be found even in, or after death to keep myself respected and beloved.
By Grizzly Gentleman4 years ago in Fiction
OPEN PARADISE
I will make you believe everybody is your enemy, including your own. I have a vanity medusa couldn’t hold-still you believe I am tender as the whisper I lay during entry. The hardness and hot brutality that leaves you limp and perspiring. You are the canvas for my perversions categorized as art.
By Grizzly Gentleman4 years ago in Confessions
How I got Lauryn Hill, Jay-Z, and Kaepernick to perform together.
The arena was rocking. From the beat blaring, crowd clapping and reciting all the words to Lost Ones like the pledge of allegiance, which, in my mind was weird and understandable considering Kaepernick, lauryn and Jays powerful defiance. At this stage of life, the thunderous energy of, young-old-men-women- black- white veterans, was earthquaking, my feet were moving, body vibrating like a black baby learning and rumbling to soul in their mother’s womb.
By Grizzly Gentleman4 years ago in Fiction
Welcome Home
Home is where- Things have to change. Memories of yesterday sever me from kindness, truth is a lie, an envied as a way of life, where neighbors’ friends and family remain close despite disagreement/ Where they make peace/ for the living/ resting with eyes open, looking up without meeting a judge, contemplating my present/a future gift that doesn’t box my spirit.
By Grizzly Gentleman4 years ago in Poets
ONE LAST MIDNIGHT
When my sister Mecca told me “The only way to avoid getting caught was to stop time.” I thought she had figured out some universal secret, mentioned in one of her comics. She was older, cooler, smarter at being nerdy when it counted and mattered. And in my family it always mattered.
By Grizzly Gentleman4 years ago in Fiction
Hazey Days
What a time to be alive. Right? I am supremely skeptical when I hear that much excitement. Those words send Q-tip’s dope, classic song “Breathe and Stop” flashing in my psyche. If you're thinking; “great not another story about race!” “I’m so tired of being bombarded and beat across the head by savagery” News flash, so am I. So, let’s talk about another ditch lives are thrown into.
By Grizzly Gentleman4 years ago in Criminal
