Wednesday, September 13, 2017

Remembering Uncle Phil: Primetime

      My Uncle Phil was many things to many people.  A caring son, a respected Brother, a dedicated Father and Husband, a trusted Lawyer, and an Uncle I looked to up to with admiration.

       As long as I can remember Uncle Phil seemed to have this ability to easily read people. Simply put, he could tell when somebody was full of crap.  I recall many times watching him as he sat across a table eating and having a conversation with someone.  He would be nodding his head with this sly grin on his face making his trademark smacking sound while he ate; then every minute or two he would mutter "oh, ya", to let the person know he was listening.  Little did they know he was also measuring the authenticity of what they were saying.  He would ask alot of questions and at times it seemed like he was a skeptic but in all actuality it was because he was smart and was trying to find the logical reason or answer to the situation. 
     I smile as I remember many funny moments as a teenager watching and listening as he would indulge our Uncle Joe "Yo-Yo" (God rest his soul) who would talk about conspiracies.  Stories of government cover ups or secret mob crimes that Uncle Phil would get a chuckle out of because he would poke holes in the story or make points to unravel the conspiracy and point towards more logical reasons behind events. Of course me and my adventurous mind, I believed the conspiracies! But not Uncle Phil, he was a thinker.  Looking back now I can clearly see the way his mind worked and combined with his keen sense for reading people it only makes sense that he would eventually become a successful attorney.


      Like everyone in our family, Uncle Phil had nicknames,some given during childhood others later in life. Family nicknames like Philly, Felipe Larou, Stink, Felipe Sparks, or skid-mark. But the one nickname that really says it all is "Primetime". 
         Uncle Phil was the first in our immediate family to graduate from College.  But that was just the first of many steps he walked on his path towards success.  He then went on to Law school and earned  his Law degree.  Next he passed the Bar exam to become a lawyer.  Now these are not easy feats.  There is a lot of hard work, effort, committment, time, stress, and hurdles to overcome.  I know that Phil, like all of us, grew weary or discouraged at times, but he pressed on and put the work in to complete the tasks at hand to reach his goals.                                                                                                                                                 
He accomplished things that his father, brothers, and many of us in our immediate family didn't, couldn't, or never tried to do.  Make no mistake- everyone in our family is successful in many different ways and we all have our own accomplishments or talents to be proud of. In fact two of Phil's nephews also have College degrees, and one a Masters.  They too worked hard to reach thier goals.  But guess what?  We don't call them "Primetime".
     My kids asked what does Primetime mean?  I tried to simplify it for them by explaining prime time televison.  That time of day when television stations play thier best shows. The programs they invest the most money, time, and talent into.  Primetime is when everyone is watching. It's when your in the spotlight. Many of these primetime shows become household names and are recognized as being the best of the best. They are often critically acclaimed or win awards because they have set a certain standard of excellence. 

Similarily, Uncle Phil- a.k.a."Primetime" set the standard in our family.  In his educational feats, professional stature, and his example as a Son, Brother, Uncle, Husband and Father.  He earned the nick name Primetime because he set the bar high! 


His Father, my Grandpa, always encouraged us to get an education. He was always in our corner encouraging us and preaching that education and hard work will pay off.  "You can do anything you set your mind to." he would say.  When Uncle Phil graduated and became a Lawyer my Grandpa could not have been prouder.  Even years later when Phil was well into his profession he would speak about his son "the lawyer" a.k.a. Primetime with great pride.  Thinking about it now I realize that everything our Grandpa told us about getting an education, setting goals, working hard, and focusing; came into fruition in Uncle Phil.      


And even though some of us would refer to him as "Primetime" he was very humble about his accomplishments.  He was most proud of the family he  created with his wife Darla and children Sam and Olivia.  For they are where his heart resides and they are where his love and legacy will continue to grow. 


Rest In Paradise Uncle Phil , Until we meet again...... 



  

Tuesday, September 12, 2017

Stepping into Eternity

Door Opens

        Walks thru the door  
          
   Feels a familiar hand on the shoulder 
     hears a familiar voice

   "You did good Son"

  "Dad, I wasn't finished, I tried so hard to stay"

"Son, sometimes we complete the job we were sent to do  but we just don't realize it.  It is beyond our comprehension" 

" Son it is like we are sent to plant the seeds and then water them for only so long, then they will grow on thier own, somehow"

"I wanted to stay longer and I fought it too son, I understand how your feeling"

"But Dad, What about....." 

"Dont worry Son.  They will be alright"

"Are you sure Dad?"

"I'm sure.  Trust that all will be fine and those 2 seeds will grow and reap rewards , rewards that you will reunite with again"

"Now, lets go have Breakfast, We have alot of catching up to do."

"You look good Dad"

Smiling, "Your brother is waiting.  Grandma and Grandpa can't wait to see you too."

Walk through doorway together

Door Closes

Wednesday, August 30, 2017

Disconnect



There's a disconnect
This internet
Connects
Yet disconnects
U think it helps you re-connect

The endless stream of truth or lies
By this screen- we're mesmerized
The days, the time just passes by 

We'd rather send a text
Not ready to hear their voice just yet
 The Disconnect

Just email me your dreams or thoughts
Busy binging on these videos I watch

Post on my wall, Happy Birthday to all
Hypnotized by this screen, no urge to call
The Disconnect

Gonna write these words for all the world to see
Then maybe, just maybe they'll like me

If U feel the disconnect
There's still time to re-connect
Not saying ban the internet
Rather, ban the Disconnect

Use it  to your advantage
Don't let it take control of U
Your time on earth is brief,  So manage
To do what you were born to do

Image result for addicted to cell phone

Tuesday, August 22, 2017

August Clouds

8/22
AUGUST CLOUDS


What can you say in August to the boy who’s father left us?  
It’s all part of a master plan? 
The God of this world is really a man?  
See the look upon his face, his steady nervous pace, 
the hope -just a trace -the clouds are falling into place. 
Can you see them? The clouds are caving in. CAVING IN.  
Yes the weather seems good today but the clouds will have the final say.  For when the forecast is at hand -"It’s all part of the master plan," (says the weatherman.)
                                 Last August the clouds seemed so far away.  The weatherman predicted clear skies today! Then reminded you that even a little bit of rain can't drown out the pain.  (Wait, what’s he trying to say?)


August means the end of summer fun -when you are young.  
A new cycle begins. Some will lose and some will win.  
For the boy all cycles have ended.  He is shattered, unraveled
 -in a whirlwind you can’t ever know; unless you've been there before. 
Forecast calls for tornadoes tomorrow. Reminding you of the time you have and how it's borrowed.  
Yes tornadoes can bring you down to the ground -yet they’re gone in a flash.  But these clouds will hover and cast (their grip on you).


“We don’t need no clouds, no.”  Somebody famous once sang.(who?)  Then the clouds came calling for him.  Now all we hear are his echos and the boy does  too (within)


The echo of his fathers’ footsteps, the echo of the clearing of his throat, every echo of every sound his father ever made, he knows.  

They told him to rely on the most high because he controls the clouds.(Now repeat it out loud)  "He controls the clouds." 
It is all part of a master plan.  
Makes no sense to the boy this August. 
He doesn't feel like the rest of us.
We could see the clouds hovering above but we couldn't see the boy. For he stood in the midst --of the clouds grips. 

This was thier separation.
And his fathers’ preparation.
August Clouds here to pull somebody in.
The boy knows… it isn’t him.

Let the healing begin.

Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Destination: 7th Floor

Step inside. 
The next world is waiting
Destination, 7th floor.

Reaching out, reaching up
In slow motion 
being elevated


Softly he sang:

Take me 2 the 7th floor
A love is waiting
that  I've never known before

Take me 2 the 7th floor 
 The aftershow

His smile curved wide
 but just 2 one side
As he began flowing
2 the next paradigm


Softly he sang:

Take me 2 the 7th floor, I've given all I can. There is no more
Take me 2 the 7th floor,  A new world awaits me

A new world 2 explore

His breathing slowing
A  peaceful wind blowing
A bright light in sight
glowing
glowing




Softly he whispered

Take me 2 the 7th floor, Where we dance as spirits, 
Our flesh no more

Take me 2 the 7th floor, Another song is playing
 I can hear the chords


 In Each beat, Each string, Each horn
 Music Divine

I am Reborn

on 
The 7th floor



Monday, January 23, 2017

A BETTER WORD THEN THE WORD BETTER

SLEEP ISNT FOR ME
SLEEP ISNT A NEED
I CHASE IT BUT IT SLIPS AWAY

TRIED IT ALL , TRIED EVERYTHING
GIVING UP, ITS NOT WORTH THE CHASE

TIME IS RUNNING OUT
THE CLOCK IS TICKING 
I'VE LOST ALL CLOUT

I'VE LOST THE DRIVE 
THE GOAL 
THE REACH
I'VE LOST THE WORDS 
THE HEART
I'M CHEAP
I'M LOST
I'M DESOLATE
I'M CROSS
I'M MISSING
SOMETHING IS MISSING FROM ME
IT'S GONE
UNREPLACED
SOMETHING KNEW MUST GROW TO FILL THE SPACE
SOMETHING BETTER

A BETTER WORD THEN THE WORD BETTER

HERE IAM
NOT LIKE THE OTHERS
NOT VAIN 
JUS SAYING
NOT LIKE THE OTHERS

WHY HASNT IT WENT AWAY
I'VE TRIED
WORN HATS
WORN POLOS
BEEN POLITE
TRIED PILLS
TRIED LOTIONS
TRIED REACHING FOR PROMOTIONS

ALL CAPS 
BIG DEAL 
JUST LETTERS THAT ARE LARGER
DOES IT MAKE IT MORE DIFFICULT TO READ
ANY HARDER

CHEAP WAY TO GET A RHYME
BUT MY WRITING IS SO DESOLATE

THESE ARE DESOLATE TIMES.

NEED A WORLD THAT IS BETTER

NEED A BETTER WORD THAN THE WORD BETTER


NEED TO TALK TO SOMEONE ---SOMEONE WHO WILL UNDERSTAND
THERE IS NOBODY  
NOT CHILD 
WOMAN
OR MAN

Sunday, January 8, 2017

Come back 2 me

It's been a while since we first met, 
                             It's been a while since our fingers intertwined
Where have you been?
 What happened that made you stay .....afar so long?

What was thier name?, Oh wait, am I wrong?
Did something change? Did something not taste the same? 
Can't stop the pain?
Don't u know prayers and pills don't exactly work the same.

You used to be a certain way, but now your gone----- too far gone.
Trying to drive yourself insane?
If they only knew how much you hiding and why


And now it's spilling over  and spreading like a virus or cure gone wrong.
Where have you been? Who has you hostage this time?
Wont you let go? U need to  let It go sometimes.
When was the last time , you were living naturally.....drug free.
Now I know where you've been.  in that haze   that foggy place.
Come back I say  , come back 2 me.