Time Travellin'

Check the Flux capicatator and set the coordinates for the 2nd star on the right.
Please fasten all seatbelts.
Check the no smoking sign, check; engines ready, check; all carry on items securely under your seat, check;
Relax, get a grip it’s not often I’m going to take a trip.
A trip to a post 9/11 vision of a post dated postcard that reads The Renaissance but is light years away of the post no bills destination of mine.
I time travel in a Sky Blue Taurus and be it not heavenly nor bullish it provides escapism.
Leaving a place that leaves no one behind; Michael J. Fox couldn’t even jump start this Deloran.
Nor could any Historian reading my biography 50 years later fathom this distorted theory of creationism.
Where time is irrelevant, able to bend at my will.
Willingly, I refuse to complete the circle picking places and dates along my timeline.
Sometimes just reaching forward and bringing everything to a halt.
Just listen. Hear. Strain. Comprehend.
The Thundercats are on television, somewhere in a Pacific Time the Devil’s Mafia grabs a golden figure.
But I can’t figure out what location I’m at or what year.
The only similarities of the cartoon and the rapper is that they both screaming about Ho’s.
I’ve seen this all before. Dreamed it. Willed it.
Wanted this to be everyday. Not sure what day it is.
All I know is that the sun is out and it feels good.
This time and place so far from my space, which only allows me a small representation of this H.G. Wellian.
On these voyages to the Center of my Universe, I try not to meet myself so as not to cause a Paradox.
You know a Paradox. How can two people occupy the same place at the same time without causing some multi-climatic seismic cataclysmic catastrophe that might rip the space time continuum? Great Scott!!!
Continuing on Back to the Future, because I don’t know if I’ve been here before.
Dreamed it. Willed it.
Am I going back, or if it’s the future have I not already been to
The Rage up in Harmdom that is met with coincidence filled with signs that flash red sending you signs.
No turn on red. Do not lean on doors. Do not cross. Do not pick up the table hurl it across the room and kick Rage’s ass. And do not pass go…or collect $200 dollars.
Anger and money won’t speed up my clock. Anger and money’s offspring Greed is a bitch; that Karma is still chasing, a never ending time in a never ending story.
I must say this inebriated feeling can’t be abbreviated or bottled up to send a message to my fellow travelers who’ve lost their way.
This is not a broken circle; not a path for you to follow. It only helps me measure my stats.
I am Staats by the way. Not your average. But the summation of all that I want to be. I transition space to exist in my own math.
Where 1 times 2 times 3; divided by a man traveling on a train from North Carolina who leaves at 11am on a 6,000 mile journey will reach his destination yesterday.
And he doesn’t even leave until tomorrow.
I’ve seen this all before. Dreamed it. Willed it.
Wanted this to be everyday.
Time’s up.
Please put all trays in the upright position. We will be coming off Cloud 9 shortly. Also turn off all electrical devices as they may short circuit something. We just don’t know what.
The time is now whatever you want it to be. And don’t let anyone tell you differently.
As always we know you don’t have much of a choice when you Time Travel. But we do appreciate you tripping with us.
You may know take off your seatbelts.

© March 2006
Staats

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Friends How Many of Us Have Them?

"I'm just hanging out with a few friends."

How many times have we uttered those words, and at the same time realize that it is the furthest thing from the truth. Its amazing how loosely we use the word Friend. It's just an easier characterization then having to say, "I am with an associate." Or that some people you hang out with occasionally are out with you. But would you consider them friends? Probably not. We form associations with people, and they have qualities that one day might matriculate into friendship. But its a word that I find very hard to mean genuinely. It's hard for those that I meet in the future to enter my circle of friends. Considering that I have had some of the same friends since 7th grade. Or that I travel with friends that I met my freshman year in high school. It makes those people that come into my life for a short time feel more as acquaintances. Not to knock what they have the potential to be, or that the road to friendship is hard. There are just little things that you expect from your friends. They are your rock, they have seen you cry, they tell you about yourself even when you don't want to hear it, they are someone that you would ask for a loan from. They are your support system.

Friends know your last name, and they have heard your middle name. They just might not remember it. They know your birthday. You visit their parents or send them cards on holidays and special occasions. Your younger siblings become their younger siblings. I have friends that are as close to me as some family members. They are my extended family. The fact that I can be myself whenever or wherever with them is the greatest thing about friends. You don't have to put on a mask. You don't have to lie, you can just be you. And they don't care who you are today or tomorrow, they still want to be apart of your life. So without naming names, I am thankful for my true friends. The Crew. 10 years. And somehow we still can stand each other.

"Friends, how many of us have them. Friends, ones we can depend on. Friends, how many of us have them. Before we go any further, let's be FRIENDS!!!- Whodini

Friends Dating Friends?

Good idea or not? I don't think so. Friendships are valuable assests. Friends are there to bounce ideas off, share highs and lows, but dating complicates all of those things. Yes, I think that the person you are dating should be your friend. It's a very fine line. Their are people that you meet that you are attracted to, depending on how fast you move, you might try to befriend them before trying to date them. That's fine. Now their are people that have grown up each other, went to the same schools, lived around the corner from you, whose friendship is the very foundation of your association. Dating those people are where things get complicated?

You are familar with the dating patterns of your friends. You know when they don't return phone calls, what that really means, or if they want to go out a lot, you recognize those patterns. Because good friends talk to each other about past relationships. It's also evident that when friends start dating each other, they become oblivious to certain things. They take for granted the nature of your foundation. Sometimes they become great partners, but forget to be great friends. And then what if something goes wrong?

You might have the same group of friends. Who is allowed to hang with who? You put your common friends in awkward situations by making them decide who they are closer to. You find yourself at mutual events and try to avoid each other. But you share a history. And you are expected to graciously cope with the introduction of their newest partner, at these mutual events. It's hard. It's easy to a big person on the outside, but on the inside it takes its toll. So really examine is dating a close friend, really worth the risk. Cause when the dust settles will that girl or boy next door still be there.

He Ain't Heavy...He's My Brother

Is it possible to be overly excited and dreading something all in the same moment. I am overly excited to celebrate my birthday with friends. Overly excited about seeing my brother in Hawaii. Dreading what the next year will be like while he is in Iraq. Prayer. That's all I really have. I have reassured myself that GOD is going to watch over him, while he is away. That HE is going to make a way for his wife and his kids, and that we will hear from him regularly. That we will get updates that he will be coming home soon. But I don't know. The unknown is the scariest thing to me right now. How many other families, brothers, husbands, wives, pray for the same thing? How come their prayers weren't answered? How come they were sent there in the first place? All these questions. And the fact of the matter is, everyday closer I get to seeing my brother, is another day closer for his deployment. It's hard being the strong one in the family. Hard shouldering the concern, and the hurt, and the acceptance. It's hard when you're expected to have all the answers. But all you have are all these questions.

"Don't mess with my money, or my kids. My husband can take care of himself," is what my mother always says. But the US Army is messing with my brother. I know he's going to come back. I just pray somewhere he will still be that little boy that peels in the sunlight, and that I used to tear up when we were fighting. And I pray somewhere he will continue to be that man that is doing something with his life, and that three little kids think that as long as their Daddy is around everything else is just fine. God speed and get home soon.

Independence Day

America can star spangle me and hang me from a banner
Anything to claim independence and use it for glamour
Cause no matter how you add it up and put it on the 4th of July
Two hundred and fifty years to a black man ain’t shit but a lie.
See I don’t have forefathers that signed some important parchment
I have ancestors that traveled the Atlantic in a two feet by four feet compartment
Whites have George Washington and them that created the Constitution
I have but to look out the window and see how my ancestors built this American Institution.
Go ahead and sign your John Hancock and keep trying to feed that bullshit cock to my people
Cause now your free so what about me
Now lets not forget my man Abe Lincoln
Whoa, wait a minute what the hell was I thinking?
Anyone who actually thinks that that selfish bastard meant to free us is about to get a history lesson
January 1, 1885, let me sign the Emancipation Proclamation, a documentation of falsifications, written in a act of desperation, full of nothing but defecation from a nation well versed in masturbation of Blacks.
So while we get the jerk off we are supposed to be happy about the 4th of July
WHY?
We the people, in order to establish a more perfect union…bullshit
All men are created equal…you’re really not serious
One nation under God…now you use the Lord’s name as your shield
Well I am here to knock you off your high horse
Now that you are looking up at me from the muck that is the USA
Don’t ask me to pledge allegiance to a place that doesn’t believe in itself
A nation that constantly reneges on what its foundation is supposedly built on
So I’m going to amend, and amend, and amend some more until there is nothing left.
I ain’t fooled by the fireworks,
The 4th is just a day for me to get off work.
Juneteenth is the day when Blacks were free
So that’s the date when you can start to talk Independence with me.

Oh, say can you see from the crosses burning light
That the home that we built is so shaky and scheming
And the screams that you hear
Will create their new fear, as I bring truth to the light
And my fist is still here.

© July 2002
Staats