29 July 2005


It has been too long. I have missed my place in this part of my world.
I am ready to come back with vigorous fire.

It has been good to read all of the happenings of the city since I have been gone.
I will outline my last couple of weeks, just so that you can join me in my release.

I have had some very good things happen to me in the last couple of weeks.

Most of you remember the post I made called Circle of Life well I really talked about the great things that I have been through and how they led me to my current situation in life. However, in the last couple of weeks I have been given the oppourtunity to rehearse with the touring cast of Disney's The Lion King. We are preparing for a benefit gospel concert that will take place here in Baltimore. So needless to say I have been in song and choreography rehearsals for the last three weeks, two times a week.

I have also been called on to teach Baltimore's inner city youth again, with the Nu World Arts Ensemble. I am responsible for choral studies and voice. I have rehearsal with them three times a week. Sometimes they overlap with my LK rehearsals.

This past week, I have been in the studio recording with a group of collegues for a company called GIA Publications. That was a total of nineteen hours of my week, including rehearsals, to record up to about twenty-five songs. All scored out. (Divo, can read music you know!)

I am of course teaching Simply Flawless, and I have lessons with him for an hour and a half, two times a week.

So, now I have become everyones studio coach, and I have been consulted to write on some Hip-Hop Tracks. (Gay, Divo, and Hip-hop, say it isn't so?) So I now have to find the time in my already busy schedule to sit in the studio with several artists. Besides the fact that I have been asked to help another up and coming artist with his studio sound. I AM BEAT

I am planning a 50th Year Recognition for my mom. Right, the one that doesn't celebrate birthdays because she is becoming a Jehovah Witness. So that is fun, but taxing.

All the while I have to maintain, relationships with friends, frat, and last but definately not least the bloggers.

Needless to say, that when I find a free moment, I will continue to bring you guys my best.

Until then stay blessed and enjoy Simply Flawless god knows I do.

22 July 2005


In case of emergency.... ICE

Paramedics will turn to a victim's cell phone for clues to that
person's identity.

You can make their job much easier with a simple idea
that they are trying to get everyone to adopt: ICE.

ICE stands for In Case of Emergency. If you add an entry in the
contacts list in your cell phone under ICE, with the name and phone no. of
the person that the emergency services should call on your behalf,
you can save them a lot of time and have your loved ones contacted quickly. It
only takes a few moments of your time to do.

Paramedics know what ICE means and they look for it immediately.
ICE your
cell phone NOW!

Please pass this one along...

21 July 2005

The Choice

First off, I would like to thank Frank Leon Roberts for remembering me enough to consider my thoughts on such a provocative subject matter.

It does more than touch me, hell it has quaked my world.

I say, get rid of numbers. The world is saturated by giving percentile statistics to a generation that can't do simple arithmetic.

I am a statistic. I don't just represent the numbers, I am living proof that the epidemic exists. My way to combat it is to use my artistic talents. Everyone is not an highly educated and knowledgeable bookworm. I use my life as an example to my community and my people. I shed light on the situation by presenting myself as a face for the ones that do not believe.

All this talk of statistics and positive people disclosing their status has led me to share a poem that I wrote the one time in my life when I knew that I had done something wrong. This is my reality, not my political catalyst.

The Choice

One must rely on his own truth
cause it is all he has as joy

I met a fellow
and to my heart he grew close

I just couldn't imagine our
art making music together

so when it did it was
surprising and unexpected

the sitting and gazing
turned into kissing and touching

like to new comers to the game
we explore the greater depths
of our horizons

A choice was to be made.

So I let him enter
my penetrable oasis
and sip of my nectar

And although so much
turbulence filled the atmosphere
I was soaring
like a bird in a free land

I have let myself go.

How could I have let him
sip my nectar
without me letting him know.

Could for him
my passion grow.

Because of my choice
I may never know.

I will let the commentary interpret what should be all to clear.
I am also to have been away so long, duty calls, and I must answer.
I am glad to have this chance to such a great thing.
I will be looking to each of you bloggers that I respect so much, to help me put on my final program at school that will mark my stance, and distinguish me for being the open and honest Positive man on campus.

Please read the article that was printed in my School newspaper in October of 2004.
Spokesman Article 10/8/2004

12 July 2005

While You Were Speechless

I took a seat
and started singing
into your pretty feet
words that were honey sweet
and watched your face as you

In constant anticipation
and a rapid emancipation
of your mental incantations
to my heart.

Then you spoke
and I was touched again
your lips became the pen
and as they formed each word
the music that I heard was
like humming birds in trees.

Your voice was saying
make love to me!
and like the good lover I am
I took out my pen

I wrote you lullabyes
for the days we are apart
I orchestrated etudes
to capture your heart.

I made my way to your bed
but I couldn't get in
cause before I could lay down
you whispered words again

Like how we are literary lovers
and never in a million years
would we find another

That will caress our poetic skin
That renders peace within
our souls together breathing
our bodies heaving

For The Words!

We buzz like around each other
we take turns being honey and the bee
we are flying high as
bluejays in the oak trees.

We are the soul children
touched by the
true and unadulterated word

We are the epitome
of the gifts of mother earth
from our birth
we were meant to be

and literary lovers are we.

There are too many things I have been feeling in the last couple of weeks. I am totally in a elevated and cloud nine space right now. I am more than at peace it is a scary euphoria.

Next Post:
Circle of Life II

11 July 2005

Touch Me

Touch me with your
penetrable language
the dialect of
sensitive words
that permeate my heart

Pour into me
the drops of your
insatiable alphabet
and fill me like
a basin with
roses as metaphors

Make me translate
your every rhythmic tone
as we listen to the
soundtrack of our midnight rendezvous

Create for me an
erection of similies
and pun after pun
make me
come to grips with
my understanding of
our sublime and subconscious

Communicate with me
in any way
but sexually

Sex is a game
we don't have to play
cause we play with words
and they don't have an ending
there is no limit to their possibilities.

They can be placed anywhere
They can be comfortable in any position
they can never die
and their sensation will always
live on Forever!

You can interpret then
in so many ways
and always be fulfilled

Touch me
A to Z

Tell me
1 4 3

Touch me


09 July 2005

What is Your Temperment

Ok so my frat sister sends this to me and tells me that this test told her about her temperment. I took the test and here is what it said, strikingly it is absolutely accurate.

The Counselor Idealists are abstract in thought and speech, cooperative in reaching their goals, and directive and introverted in their interpersonal roles. Counselors focus on human potentials, think in terms of ethical values, and come easily to decisions. The small number of this type (little more than 2 percent) is regrettable, since Counselors have an unusually strong desire to contribute to the welfare of others and genuinely enjoy helping their companions. Although Counsleors tend to be private, sensitive people, and are not generally visible leaders, they nevertheless work quite intensely with those close to them, quietly exerting their influence behind the scenes with their families, friends, and colleagues. This type has great depth of personality; they are themselves complicated, and can understand and deal with complex issues and people.

Counselors can be hard to get to know. They have an unusually rich inner life, but they are reserved and tend not to share their reactions except with those they trust. With their loved ones, certainly, Counselors are not reluctant to express their feelings, their face lighting up with the positive emotions, but darkening like a thunderhead with the negative. Indeed, because of their strong ability to take into themselves the feelings of others, Counselors can be hurt rather easily by those around them, which, perhaps, is one reason why they tend to be private people, mutely withdrawing from human contact. At the same time, friends who have known a Counselor for years may find sides emerging which come as a surprise. Not that they are inconsistent; Counselors value their integrity a great deal, but they have intricately woven, mysterious personalities which sometimes puzzle even them.

Counselors have strong empathic abilities and can become aware of another's emotions or intentions -- good or evil -- even before that person is conscious of them. This "mind-reading" can take the form of feeling the hidden distress or illnesses of others to an extent which is difficult for other types to comprehend. Even Counselors can seldom tell how they came to penetrate others' feelings so keenly. Furthermore, the Counselor is most likely of all the types to demonstrate an ability to understand psychic phenomena and to have visions of human events, past, present, or future. What is known as ESP may well be exceptional intuitive ability-in both its forms, projection and introjection. Such supernormal intuition is found frequently in the Counselor, and can extend to people, things, and often events, taking the form of visions, episodes of foreknowledge, premonitions, auditory and visual images of things to come, as well as uncanny communications with certain individuals at a distance.

How about you find out your temperment?


08 July 2005

He's My Brother

I was having a hard time finding my peace. Lots of things were going on in my life at one time. There is one thing that remains constant in my life, reguardless of how much life throws me in my familial situation, I can always retreat to the memories of the bottom bunk of the beds that my brother and I shared many years ago.

It has been 10 years since I have slept in the same room with my brother. Since we listened to the arguments of our parental figures, and retreated to each other when things weren't going great.

It is funny, I am the oldest of the two, but I find security in my brother. When I see him, I revert to the little Divo, the one that wanted to be with him and we protect each other from the big bad world. I mean he's only five inches taller than me, so that does make the difference. But when I see him I run to him and hug him until he drags me off him. I love that boy.

Where does this all come from? Well, my maternal figure was really working my nerve this week. She usually finds ways to talk to me about my brothers short comings. No, my brother is not completely blameless, but I am usually able to mediate well. Well this week momma threw it on hard, and I wasn't really prepared for it all. Besides the fact that I was having other personal issues. I immediately called my brother or Baby Bother as I called him in my childhood. We talked for a moment, and although we were both in different places, we processed the antics of my family very quickly.

I disconnected with my brother, feeling new. He was the breath of fresh air that I needed. Even though we are miles away and 10 years away from the bunk beds at 550 Rosedale, we were still able to console each other and love each other through it all.

This post is dedicated to my Baby Bother... The Finest Man I Know, and the First Man I ever Loved.

I love you Bother.... You helped me restore my Peace.


06 July 2005

He Speaks

If he gently speaks
to me in my quiet time
then certainly he's always speaking
But, am I listening

Have you ever taken the time
to watch the angels
that hover over
the lives of men & women
that GOD has charged them to protect

Is the world listening
to the sound of Gabriels Trumpet?
For its sound is Pianissimo in France,
while it's audience is in New York.

Through all the bustle
and fast pace
the gaudy jazz is being played
and yet quietly the trumpet is sounding

Go 'head to the Nabate's, Oscar's and Wynton's
of the world
Keep playing your Pianissimo
while your audience
calms to hear you
Let all that recognize your music
be called blessed

Let them rise to the occasion
let them sing with the angels
unaccompanied melody
Let them shout with a triumphant voice
Let their spirits leap in anticipation
of a new world, a spiritual utopia.

Where God, the Angels and Man,
are co-existers in the same state.
Where the commerce is always worship
and the common day faire is praise.

Be inspired as you hear
the still voice
in the far off land

Let it move you
Let it swell the breeze of a new freedom
let us finally be united in our quest
for GOD's affirmation.

Let us have our name
written in the "Book of LIFE"
Living Instructions For Eternity.

Let us prepare ourselves
for the never ending feast
Let us prepare for labor of love

Let us be at one
with the crescendo of Life
as the cause becomes greater
and moves from each land

From sea to sea.
When He Speaks, All Rise!
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