The Militant Negro
I am an angry Sicilian, African, Corsican, & Pawnee Indian Male, who has a nasty attitude, an evil disposition, and an ornery and opinionated character. I guess you can label me the last Angry, Militant, Black man In America.
I am not a writer, or one who cares about grammar, punctuation, or if what I write sounds pretty. I am not political anymore. Obama let me down and disappointed me greatly. So I moved from the USA and have given up on all politicians. PERIOD. This blog's focus is now and forever The ARTS.
I am dedicated to promoting Artist, Poets, Writers, Authors, Dancers, Musicians, Singers. ANYone who has a talent and blogs about that talent. Art is what might possibly save this planet. I still work as a Social Justice Warrior and will continue to post things about Social Justice.
Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
As dusk gave way to night so Mathew joined the throng of young Vampires on the shore. He blended in well even though he was hundreds of years their senior. Settling in among the crowd he closed his mind to…
Photo post. Source: Writings On The Wall
A hummingbird is etched at the nape of my neck below a storm of hair. She hovers like a tiny moon sipping cruets of honeysuckle. My mind is a cutlass of emotion, a chisel of shame or the begging… Source: apple woman
Originally posted on A Writer's Soul :
Its funny how easy I can separate myself from you, Where you have been everything and yet nothing to me, It’s a hard line to draw, even harder to cross, Yet I find myself straddling it time and time again, Laughing…
Originally posted on The Lonely Author:
Back To You My shoes are worn cause I have walked through every maze in search of love. I am a proud knight riding lonely carousels searching for a lady while fighting windmills. Dead ends always greet me as I move in…
And the chimes on the porch whistle to the roar And the faucet drips a lonely drop of sorrow into the sink And the stairs have a thin board to make a crying melody And the fools in the bed sleep be… Source: A Crack in the […]
I’m really pleased to welcome Susi Osborne to Linda’s Book Bag to stay in with me today as I have been hearing great things about her books so I thought it was time to find out more. If… Source: Staying in with Susi Osborne
Originally posted on Night Owl Poetry – Dorinda Duclos :
She flies above the astral plane Gathering stars as she goes A heavenly being, the sky, her reign The universe, scattering, grows Wings aflutter, in the night This creature, is like no other Galaxies born, of power and might…
There’s one thing I find really frustrating about blogging and that it that I simply don’t have time to read all the books I’d like to. Once again my 900+ TBR has prevented me rea… Source: An extract from Who’s That Girl by Celia Hayes
It is, and has been very grey in Toronto since January 1. Fortunately, I have this bright and beautiful garage door. Vernal Equinox is nigh! Pics taken by Resa – September 21, 2017 Toronto, C… Source: Summer’s Sirens
I’m the girl, That falls In love, Every night. Looking up, Lusting After the stars, Captivated by the Moonlight. Falling in love, With everything Beautiful, Yet everything, Unreachable. K vi… Source: Infatuation…
Originally posted on Putting My Feet in the Dirt:
“The day I finally decide to grow up is the day I’ll surely die.” ~M Photo credit: pixabay.com
Originally posted on Penny Wilson Writes:
You were a good teacher. You taught my skin to delight in your caress. My fingers learned to search for yours. I learned to listen for your whispers. My sighs learned your name. My desire learned to match your heat. My…
She just wanted What he could never give A life spent together To be loved and to live But he could never see Beyond his own ambitions Causing her to question His silent omissions Still she remembe… Source: Lavender Love
Feel the curves Of my existence, Exhale my name In anticipation, Taste me Without any resistance, Use your tongue To talk to my flesh, Conquer me With your seduction, Break me down Into a molecule … Source: Inhale me..