Monster Nicaraguan Chicken & Vegetable Soup

With good friends visiting from NYC. I wanted to give them a big hearty meal from the mother land.
They loved it with all the spices and plenty of vegetables.

Whats Up With Clowns

I have always hated clowns. I remember one holloween my grandmother made me a clown costume and hat to wear it. I'm thirty years old and I still hate them and my family knows this.

We had a small get together at my place today since I was going to attempt to cook my fathers monster "Nicaraguan chicken and vegetable soup", as he calls it.

Anyhow- my aunt tina said she was thinking about me when she saw this painting at the market.

She hung it up in my room and said I could not take it down until I got over the whole fear of clowns.

I love my family but this is one huge nightmare.

DON'T THEY UNDERSTAND I HATE CLOWNS.

Voices Heard

Painting by: M-DC Gallery "Temple"
http://www.md-canvas.com


In a distant time and place.
A generation still divided
so, many times over by color- race and burning hate.
Disrupt the ripples of time.
Disrupt! Disrupt! Oh! Generation of mine.
-The burning crosses of one thought and one single idea
started years before by one single mind.
Let your voice be heard and be carried over time and space.
Sheeps to the flock we are
led to the slaughter with hands and mouth bound
Just beginning are the cries of those before you
-Silenced-
they’d like us to be
By now we should be able to communicate.
coming to blows is all we do.
Oh! Please let me break down
these walls of color- race and burning hate.

by- Marlon S.

tomorrows at the door

is this my journey.
what tales will my character bring forth to this world.
a life lived.
or maybe a life not lived at all.
waiting for tomorrow.
will it ever come.
will it bring my hopes and dreams.
how will i know.
will it give me a sign to let me know it's here
"This is your packaged day"
Recognize.
grab hold and don't let it go.
it only comes once for some folks.
is tomorrow already knocking at my door.
do I not hear it.
em i deaf.
is this fear i hear and feel and not the knock at my door.
knock! knock!
whose there?
STOP!
CONCENTRATE. this is not a joke.
do i believe the choice has been taken away from me already.
a higher power above.
em i awake to answer anything.
do i understand time and space.
the day after tomorrow being today.
or maybe a day to late
is today my "packaged day"
are these fears and these words all from yesterday
making the day after tomorrow, which is today
really tomorrow.

by- marlon