Saturday, March 2, 2024

Friendships, connections and life style of being the plug (Drug dealer connect)

 The new year brings new seasons as we say goodbye to the previous three hundred and sixty-five days full of memories. Good and bad experiences we learn and grow from. We only have the time and resources available to us to handle the occasional issues, yet we do the best we can. We endure, confront, overcome.  

As the season's cycle on, I can't help but to relate the simple concept of people being seasonal in everyday lives. The friends that bring you thoses summer days of fun and are there to  carry you through out those cold nights of winter loneliness.

All of that.… Totally not what I am referring to in this post. Merely a simple statement about the pros and cons of being the "friend" who can bring others together to enhance the experience we all have come to know as life.😉

I'm the sort of person who fancys himself as a social extrovert, often leaving others with a positive experience after conversation. ( if not with a business card) Sometimes the conversations lead to information about where to secure certain elements And I, being so well verses in social interactions as it it, am able to insist in granting them what they want.




Yet lately  there is a confusion about my "role".

I've never considered myself the middle man, the connect, the "guy who can get you what you want". Like a character out of a Stephen King novel(Redemption reference). My voice isn't nearly as smooth as Morgan Freeman's for such film narration any way. 

Just a buddy that knows and help when asked. Some might try to say enabler but those people have options like everyone else so it's useless in debating that title.


What I present  is the question is a friend a friend when that's the only reason they come around.

Let's break this down.

A connect is:

Normally available to make to make the "move" when needed. Day or night.

Always getting out of the deal regardless of their financial input either from the customer or supplier.

Alone unless they are throwing or attending a social event in which case people tend to rely heavy on their connections to come through.

Often considered and labeled "cool" upon introduction of new people and always asked about the quality as If their word is gospel.

Has more than one supplier.

Often thought to be a lab rat to people who are unwilling to test their own product (which is a awful way to conduct business in this trade) 

And last but not least... A connect is never the one that has the source of the supplier only the resources to ....well... Connect.

This is what I have come to see what people expect. A on call  thankless job often forced on the friend who might simply want to just hang out.


Right now you might be asking" But we do hang out when I go by, doesn't that count?" The answer is NO.

That person could have be busy with a whole other thing before you put your request in. Suddenly they have a task need to be handled outside your abilities.

My opinion, be more considerate. A person could start to feel used or even worst foolish if they see the friendship only circles arond that certain task you need. 

Don't get  me wrong. If your normally have a reliable source that isn't available, do whatever you gotta do. Just make sure you don't let the friendship grow in a toxic one.


















































































































































































































































































































































































































































































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Sunday, September 10, 2023

Honesty (Freeform poem)

 Drenched in a haze of complete hopelessness creating a world before my eyes.

As each word fixates me, calmly elevates me past burdens in my mind.

I'm talking about easy living.

Where the green comes from the darkest corners of our dreams.

Ones where we're rich in the glow of his story, but time brings no mercy to those who don't make a choice, unable to hear. 

the voices of their successors and dreamers calling out with prayers I ask if there is a reason for it all.

But I need to be honest.

I know you're a person

You know. that I'm one too.

But as people, oftentimes. we are selfish.

I need to. be honest.

The time on this earth isn't what it used to be.

Connections with our ancestors have become thinner,  so. thin. We don't have what we once had.

What. we once craved as a people.

Our education,  our security, our pride,  our rights.

I need to be honest 

Saturday, June 10, 2023

In memory of a man...

 Last post I shared a video,  this time I decided to share to images





Wednesday, April 5, 2023

Poem: Strong Legs

Strong Legs(VISUAL POEM)

BY. ANTONIO DOUGLAS

 Strong Legs

 Friends of the family.

Old drinking buddies.

A parent. Son and a wife.

Was true. Next to a hot cup of tea, I poured my soup. 

Food always tastes better with the company.

No home to return to.

Burning down their own. house

At sunrise, the rooster refuses to crow.

Standing up upright.

Staying busy as bees for nearly three days.

So impatient.

Ready?

One.

Two. 

Three.

Every time.

How wonderful you are!

Only time will on be as it is.

Only as it is.

It is what it is.

Poem: HOLDING OUT FOR YOU

 HOLDING OUT FOR YOU


BY Antonio Douglas


I’m holding my hand out to you. 

Foolish as I once again put myself on the line.

Constantly ready for the sorrow, the disappointment.

It’s the fear of what will become of myself if I can’t receive your touch.


I’m holding my hand out to you. Bloody and dripping with regret for not committing to you sooner. 

Now, my arms have grown heavy and tired. The joints and bones pop and crackle with every finger stretching toward you because they know as I do that they are reaching in the direction of perfection. 

It’s me! I’m screaming it’s me!

Screaming at the top of my lungs.

Tears fill up the eyes with hope.


I’m holding my hand out to you.

Won’t you take it?

Won’t you look upon my face?

This face, sweating, waiting for you to decide.

I’m somehow keeping hope alive.

Still, breathing and I blow air into its cancer-dark lungs.

‘Keeping it in stable condition as if it was living inside me.

Standing right there where I would always claim I would be.


My feet growing numb and the tip of my toes, 

Knees once used to keep these legs of mine strong now buckle under the weight of anticipation.

Making one last stand for you


I’m holding.

Always to you. Never to him, nor her. Nor them.

No.

I’m holding my hand out only to you.