There Is a Blues

There is a blues when I wake early in the morning.

There is a blues when I sit up late night yawning.

There is a blues I remember caked with tears for frosting.

There is a blues I recall,

that June afternoon

facing nothing but an empty wall.

There is a blues I believe when I open my e-mail and recieve,

rejection letter after rejection letter.

There is a blues I see when there is no one saying,

"its gonna get better".

There is blues when no one believes how you believe.

There is blues when you cant recieve

what some think is easy to retrieve.

I spend lonely days and painful nights

trying to complete a symphony,

when the notes have gone on hiatus.

And I find no solace in the latest,

gadget, toy, trending topic, and tweet.

There is blues even in the pound cake you think is sweet.

I surmise that from each sunset to each sunrise,

there will always be a blues in my life.



Richard J Wright (2011)

Finally Production Is Under Way

Visions of Heaven is finally on its way. Production has started and the book is currently being formatted. It has been crazy. This project took off and then hit a major brick wall. Finances just were not there. Even now I took a risk in financing the last portion, a large chunk by the way which went into a customized cover. (We definitely are going a different direction next go around). Lastly, I finally feel that I can officially start on the third book, now that I am in the production phase of making the second book a reality. Glory be to God. This should be interesting considering that the writings in VOH are a year old. I am going to have relearn what I wrote literally as we enter editing. That should be very interesting. Time to set a marketing plan in place. God help me. :)

An Open Letter to my Future Wife III

Hi Sunshine,

How are you these days? Me? Im trying to make it. Have you ever felt lost? You know where you are but at the same time you are not sure where you are going. I guess I will always be one of those people that need the balance and inspiration of love. With you so close and yet so far away, Im starting to believe that you dont exist. I see you sometimes in the faces of some women but other times Im not sure. I could really use a kind word and a hug. Maybe I should pray. God always has the answers. Are you praying for me? I could really use your prayers. Well sweetie, I gotta go. Until next time. Premember me.

Love,
Richard.

Wishful Thinking

There are moments when the atmosphere becomes a void.

Kinda like the day i first laid my sleepy eyes on your frame.

My peripheral vision faded into an empty canvas.

You became the elements of my life.

Earth, Wind, Fire, & Water.

You became my everything.

You were the source of my inspiration.

You are that narcotic that makes me want to tear concrete in half.

You words cannot ever be plain,

for they satin and velvet to my ears.

Gentle and soothing.

Oozing sensuality,

all the while not defacing my reality.

Always willing to help me be the best I can be.

You know I crave your kisses,

like the adrenaline rush of a thrill seeker.

Yet, I wonder in the back of my mind,

Will you become a reality or am I just a victim

of wishful thinking?

An Open Letter to the NFL Its Players and Its Owners

Dear Spoiled, Rotten, Idiotic, Millionaires and Billionaires,

You know your labor issues have made me consider that yall are some childish greedy idiots. One of your running backs have related their "struggles" as modern day slavery. I realize that everyone who plays in the NFL does not have to be a Rice graduate but in the immortal words of Ed Lover "Come on son"! That Mr. Adrian Peterson aka "i can run but i will fumble the ball from time to time" is just plain stupid.

While the meat grinder which is the NFL season is brutal and contributes to short careers. I do not think the NFL players should be looking for sympathy from fans. After all, most of us cannot relate to arguing over 9 billion dollars.

Look, I am convince that sports is this world's proverbial matrix. It keeps many families broke from going to games to buying merchandise and pay television. Sports like pop culture invades our existence like a rash we cannot easily get rid of. While the lock out is currently on and the idea of missing games looms on the horizon, I am just sick of you guys. From the players to the owner. All of you are a hot mess.

Make no mistake. I dig the NFL. Yet, you haven't produced a game that has encouraged me to miss Sunday Morning worship at my church. You guys are good, but not that good. The point Im making is that, you guys are just not that important. Now I realize that many hard working people who make close to minimum wage could be in trouble. Those are only ones I feel sorry for. I personally could care less who wins between the owners and players.

To the players, you gonna get played. After all your are players, duh. Nothing personal. It is what it is. You dont think so, go and chat with Earl Campbell, and many other superstars in the NFL from the past. They are busted up and suffer with ailments from the game. They accept the situation they place their bodies in. How can you do it? Yes, you make millions possibly but is it worth one day not being able to hold a spoon or play with your kids?

To the owners, yall know better. How you cats sleep at night? You convince your respective cities to build these stadiums, make your residents and visitors to your city pay hotel and car rental taxes, just to say you dont want to show your employees what you are really working with. Im sure you guys will win. After all, you are owners and you will own the negotiations. The players dont stand a chance. You guys know that. Your horses will be put out to pasture in a few days and you then will bring along some new colts to run up and down the field and you will continue to rake in the dough.

Oh by the way, if any fans may read this let me just say, find other things to do on sunday. Oh here is one, how about going to church. Stop praying to God that your team will win on Sunday. Especially you Texans fans. Dont let the matrix lull you to sleep and get depressed about football being delayed or cancelled. Its not that serious. Unless you get a dime of the 9 billion the owners and players are fighting over, why should you care? They dont care about you. The lock out is proof of that.

Sincerely,

A fan that could care less if you play or not, after all I worship and work for a savior that always wins. No competition.

Japan In Crisis

Japan needs our prayers. Do it.

What Part of the Game is That? The Stuck on Stupid Residents in Cleveland, Texas.

Sometimes you have to just smack your own.
- Jim Rome

You know there is something to be said about a gang of teenagers and adults having sex with an 11 year old girl.

First question.
What part of the game is that?
Second question.
Are you negroes in Cleveland that hard up?
Next question.
Why, a child?

I have been sitting on this a minute. I have chosen to not let my mind go there in regards to commenting on the situation. The situation is just that disturbing.
Now here is the pickle. I just need one Cleveland resident to answer this. Will you tell me where Cleveland is? So I wont ever have to spend a dime or a second in your greasy spot.

Now, on to these morons who were brain dead.
When the screen filled up with these pictures of these brothers, my mind said. "These are not your brothers, these are some niggers". Because only a nigger would do something so awful and then try to blame it on the victim".


I might give the Klan a pass on this one.

Let me say that first of all, any fool that was caught out there, I dont feel sorry for you. Its an 11 year old child. You are foolish for more reasons than I can write at the moment. 17 guys. 17 lives. 17 daddies.

17 fathers.

Nobody had a father that taught them any better?

Thats why I have a wild hair for Black boys without fathers.

To the upstanding citizens in Cleveland, Texas. I feel for you. You are forced to have to be the object of foolishness. I hope justice is served.

To those boys (all of yall regardless of age are boys) I FORGIVE YOU.
But dont expect me to invite you to any barbecues anytime soon. Might take a while for me to forget what has happened. I do forgive you. But I must admit, my impulses tell me to line yall up and end your miserable existance by castrating each of you. Because nobody should be that hard up for a child.

Then some of yall taped it.

ONLY NIGGERS.

It hurts me to have to refer to a slur to describe you goons who did this. I dont care if you thought she was older. Yall knew it was wrong and thats why I call you niggers. Cause only a nigger can take something that is immoral and try to make themselves look like heroes in the process.

And to those parents of those backward minded young men, major fail.

It is at this point where you have give or extend some advice.

PRAY.

Now to the parent(s) of the 11 year old. You have my sympathy.
Yet I do want to know, where were you when this was going on?

Anyway...

I must be getting old. Im being tame. Thank God for salvation. Otherwise, I might have bought a rifle and went hunting for wabbits in Cleveland.