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Onyxisms (1-20) 09/06/2011
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Marriage is Simply An M&A Contract: By Anonymous Onyx Contrary to popular opinion, the institution of marriage is nothing more than a family structure to assist in the protection of the community. It is a fictitious legal entity like a corporation that is only seen performed by humans. The marriage contract is a simple merger and acquisition contract where in essence two families merge to solidify, protect, and continue the family structure. This is what it is and what it has always been. Is it sanctified by God or some divine creation? Perhaps, it is. But do you think God looks at the papers you sign or the actions you take? The modern romanticized concept of movie marriage is really a stage of lust where the suitor pursues the mate that he or she is infatuated with. At this stage it is unclear whether this merger is a sound business move or not. At this stage there is no rationale thought or objective criteria being used (nor are any elders or family members consulted). It would be nice to see more sequels to those “Let’s get married” movies to see where they are 10 years later. If we look at the history of marriage, we will see that it is very much a business (between families). Most men had to send an agent of his family with a dowry that was agreeable to the family of the potential wife. And if accepted often the husband and wife ultimately moved into the wife’s family compound or the husband’s family compound. Usually there was an interim point where the wife had to learn the customs and ways of the new family she was merging with. In European history (especially among the noble class), we see that marriages were very much arranged. The king of France would marry off his daughter to the prince of Germany to protect the crown or expand the empire. This was seen in many other non-European cultures as well. We can look at many of the folktales of unrequited love where Grecian wives fantasized about and/or engaged in adulterous affairs with men who were not their husbands. We know that men were never expected to be monogamous. Which begs the question – what was the contract (mutual agreement) and agreement of? The answer is continuing or expanding the family by creating offspring. Sometimes it is about gaining an empire or land or money, but any real analytical thought will reveal that those things are only as permanent and secure as the offspring that are produced with it. This all changed, I believed during the sexual liberation era of the 1960’s. This false notion of free love (really lust) and sexual exploitation of the individuals became the mantra that evolved into the indicia of who was supposed to marry who. Even today, marriage upon those individuals of the country of India are often arranged marriages. Prior to that, marriage was arranged or ratified only by the elders of the community or family. Even in America and Western Europe, a man had to ask the father for his daughters hand in marriage. Often the gentleman caller had to perform this courtship game where he would sit around the young lady’s family for a set period of time so they could get to know him. In religious sects, it was needed for the priest or preacher to counsel the couple for a period. Notice how unromantic all of this was. In fact, it was frowned upon to marry a man or a woman outside of your faith (or race). Why? Because speaking objectively, those of the same religious or ethnic group more likely have more in common than those of different ethnic or religious groups. However, now it is all about falling in love (which is lust). Lust like adrenaline is a biochemical reaction. Except lust has a different purpose than adrenaline in that it is setting the body up for sexual procreation. Adrenaline is giving a boost of energy to fight or flight. Both adrenaline and lust are short term energy boosts that will subside. And when the smoke clears people are amazed at who they are with because they did not perform the proper due diligence. Ironically, most people who point to falling in love as the divine feeling that affirms that the partner (business partner) is the one to marry FOR LIFE, use fairy tales which really have nothing to do with that. Notice the two major fairy tales, which Hollywood continuously recycles as movies (often under different names), “Cinderella” and “Sleeping Beauty” which are used to say this is what marriage is about. Yet, both tales are about a woman trying to move up in social standing (whether economic or financial). Cinderella, was an abused unwanted poor child who would have taken almost anyone (beside her current situation). Sleeping beauty was in a coma before her knight came. And the modern Hollywood re-writes, “Maid in Manhattan”, “Pretty Woman” are about social upward moving. That is a business move by the ladies and then men are simply attracted to the female physique and the fact that they still retain the financial dominance in the relationship. The woman becomes a trophy, a conquest. So next time, we wonder how Tiger Woods could commit adultery. Let’s remember John F. Kennedy, King James, or King Solomon. Let’s remember that marriage is not about falling in lust because that will not last. It is about an agreement between two people to stay together for live to continue the family social construct. Note that most primates don’t even mate for life besides humans. Once we realize it is a business agreement similar to an M&A (Merger and Acquisition) deal and not a fairy tale, then perhaps we will do the proper due diligence regarding ourselves and our mates. Perhaps we will consult our elders. Perhaps we will have an objective criteria of what we need in a mate. Perhaps we will get rid of the unrealistic expectations of what we expect our mate to be or do. Quick Note to the Chocolate Anatomy 05/10/2011
Taking time to say hi To the long dark thick chocolate thigh That attaches to the brown boo-dacious booty that rides high Deep piercing brown eyes Lucious lips that suck you in with the harsh truths or the slick lie My My My..... legs wrap so tight --that you cant unpry, and yet the beauty makes one continue to try BEN or JERRY 05/10/2011
By Anonymous Onyx Ms. Jekyll definitely has two sides Cautious and reserved on one side, but on the other, she shows her hyde On one side she complains and gives harsh tongue lashings, But for the other she has no problem expressing her unbridled passions For one side, she reveals her angst and aggressive fire But for the other, she finds time to show and express her fire and desires For one, she can be stoic, non-communicative, and cold as ice cream For the other she says “you bring the chocolate syrup and I’ll bring your ice cream” Yes, Ms. Jekyll has many flavors…that she tends to hide Late night like the reaper she steps outside to glide Ms. Hyde dressed to step out sensual and seductively While Ms. Jekyll said she had to go meet “the girls” reluctantly, But Ms. Hyde isn’t meeting any girls that I can see Ms. Jekyll, you would think was a-sexual, But her other side is very sexual – sends it out constantly orally and textual Ms. Jekyll always claim she has no time to chat – work has her really vexed Yet, Ms. Hyde finds the flavor of time – to caress her triple XXX While, Ms. Hyde will giggle, send happy notes and dirty texts - being assertive, Ms. Jekyll is the opposite and in comparison won’t even initiate the perverted While folks in her home are dead sleep, metaphorically go ask the coroner, Ms. Hyde is having a rendezvous at the corner To one side - she discusses pain and pressure The other side she feels free – expressing her strong urges and pleasures Ms. Jekyll barely says a word even though she says she desires to communicate Ms. Hyde uses every communication platform (i.e. from texts to emails) to erotically and emotionally stimulate While Ms. Jekyll shuts down and rejects the “he” that begs for her revelry and specialty, Ms. Hyde sends to "him" unsolicited notes enticing and professing her pornographic pedigree While Ms. Jekyll is the reserved Catholic chastity belt sistah, Ms. Hyde renounces her rigid religious views to entice with her missive Ms. Hyde is engaging while Ms. Jekyll is dismissive. Ms. Jekyll holds on tight, no matter what, to her precious cherry She won’t even discuss it, flaunt it, tease it, or show the berry While Ms. Jekyll wears a towel around her husband hiding her panties, Ms. Hyde opens wide to reveal her inner fantasies Ms. Jekyll has two sides- mutually exclusive you will find One side wines and dines; and the other creeps from behind Two sides she has – one she marries and one makes her merry The sides? One - lets called Benjamin, and the other lets call Jerry Triage or Mirage? 01/12/2011
By Anonymous Onyx I just want to tear your clothes off Spread you eagle or Flip you over Frisky like a beagle Please blow me like a bugle Stare me down ravenously like an eagle Anticipating my arrival like a sequel No hesitation like the back of a car ride – tight space like a beetle Tired again!!?? Damn! That many headaches is a sin!! I don’t comprehend? Did I offend? This happens so often now -- it’s become a trend Periodically is how often I get it I’m left reading a periodical You say this week you are on your period. But that excuse has run-on too long. [PERIOD!]. I’ll have the candle’s lit (If that’s your wish) Your eyes on me and icing on you I’m ready to lick That romantic-ish but I rather have the dirty shit The phone call “meet me at 11:30 ish” Where? “On 35th and Broadway No need for a Manhattan Just stick up da’ bushwick” You pull up then I’ll pull up my skirt quick No knicks to pull down” (Hey! Now that’s amore) “And baby….I don’t care whose around” “Just get ready to open these brown thighs and then pound Push it- then pull out And push again!!”(You grunting noises and I‘m making groaning sounds) “Tear my clothes off like a Christmas day gift” I’ll heat up and blow out your lake like LeBron James and Wade did In your waters, if only you’ll let me enter and wade in Why you keep me in the ER waitin’ This is triage!! I think I’m close but once again this is just a mirage (MEE-raj). The Others 08/27/2010
The Others by Anonymous Onyx It’s always “the others”…. Who cause drama, Cause problems, Act stupid, Give headaches No comprende (don’t understand) Act childish, act selfish Have no spice, no romance Can’t be trusted, Or depended on, Relied upon. Drive me crazy, Don’t think, Arrive late Disturb me, perturb me. It’s always the others: Whether it be my mother or, My father My sister, My brother, My spouse, my lover My aunt, uncles, My friends, My associ-ATES, - That frustrate Get me so damn irate!! Put me in a tirade Make me act uncouth like a pirate It’s always the others, They just don’t understand me – let me correct it: My stress is high and my patience is low – No, I’m not intentionally reckless No, I’m not always on time – very busy - congested No, I don’t send love notes – never been that expressive Prefer quality sex over quantity – not purposefully neglecting or being deflective I don’t think I take people for granted – I assume they just do what is expected I don’t lie – just conceal sometimes – not trying to be deceptive But I’ve learned in life that I gotta stay protected I’m sometimes quick tempered, non-compromising, and opinionated – but my faults are justified exceptions I don’t give orders – those are just “suggested directives” This is who I am – “Ya’ll please just accept it and respect it!” WHEN HE CALLS........ 04/12/2010
WHEN HE CALLS…. By Anonymous Onyx When he calls from the shadows, to the shadows you quickly run To listen to his voice and the seductive song that he sung When he calls from the unknown, you remove yourself from the rest You whisper in solitude – your voice becomes so soothing as his voice caresses When he calls from the shadows, you stop what you do and neglect who you know Now no longer can you watch TV or listen to the radio Because when Jamaican Teddy P calls, you want to “Turn off the lights” but never do you say “I think I better let it go” When he calls, you have to get off the line with your hubby for some undisclosed urgency As if discussing the contour of you backside is really some unforessen emergency When he calls with his accent and broken dialect, Changes in your demeanor, voice, speech, become apparent and manifest The way you giggle and speak in 007 spy code – you don’t want to snitch Evasive, monosyllabic, and low volume pitch When he calls from the shadows, you are not on the offensive just responsive and defensive Everything is funny when he calls...almost too funny….so funny you wish he would quit Yet when he calls, you still want it, You flaunt it and love when he gives it When he calls…Mr. Shadow causes a little girl effect in you Presumably suggesting what he would do to you and for you That your man wouldn’t do. When he calls you’re enticed by his voice Thus, I get disconnected so he can stay on course When he calls your fantasy is rekindled Taken to a new but familiar new place by your secret Screwface When he calls and you feel you can’t freely talk You take out your frustration and displeasure on others, starting arguments, as if it is their fault As a result, you may get subdued, distant, or sulk. When he calls he presumably asks ‘Are you alone?” or “Is your man at home?” Response “No” followed by “What’s going on?” When he calls – with his flirtatious jabs, you dodge for a minute But you let him know – when he calls next time, “He’s gonna get it!” When he calls to give you your fantasy injection He gets his own little erection His West Indian song gets your aural detection When he calls – we all know what’s on his mind “While your man wines and dines ya…Ill just creep up from behind” Tit for Tat 02/11/2010
Tit for Tat It’s somehow justifiable when it’s your act(ion) When its you it becomes a truth or a fact Yet when it’s me – I’m considered a quack (mine is fiction). When I drop milk – you tell me to clean it up and let that be a lesson to you Yet when you drop milk you ask me “to stop stressing you!” When I oversleep – you say “I was too busy to call and stuff?” Yet when you oversleep you ask me “why I didn’t wake you up?” When I want to clean up you get mad because I move a thing When you decide to clean up – you will move anything When I tell a lie - you go straight CSI or FBI But when you tell a lie – “How Dare I Spy!” If I go all day without calling you say “Oh! now you remember me!” If you go all day without calling – it’s “My job has me sooo busy to call thee!” When I lock my phone – I must be concealing a mystery When you lock yours – It’s what right do you have to look at my history Is your manure somehow casted in roses, cinnamon, and spices- With no smell, no disease, pleasant to the eyes, sweet like Icees? Is it somehow different that you are allowed to have normal human conditioned emotional responses to stimuli? But when I get similar stimuli – I’m not supposed to cry I’m not supposed to hurt, get suspicious I’m not supposed to get angry or vindictive and pry Yet it is ok for you to be Magnum PI Your wrongs, your secrecies, your deceptions - may be smaller than my indiscretions But my heart still requires protection My heart, like yours, still needs your affection My heart still bleeds from your words and deeds If I cut your heart apart – it doesn’t make it any less painful if you tear my heart out “Shit!! It still hurts like Hell” It’s ok for you to be suspicious and dwell- on the past-- wondering if it will become the future But if I dwell – you wonder why my open wound hasn’t already been sutured. Well Life doesn’t work like that. I will respond and hurt, like you, to things you do This ain’t a game for me either – this Tit for Tat It’s a matter of Life or Death I will love you to death with my every and last breath Metaphysics of the Jump Shot 02/10/2010
The Metaphysics of the Jump Shot Up the court under the press of the defendant Preparing my offensive and my mentality is relentless 24 on the clock a lot of time to get my shot They try to trap but sometimes you must pass the rock Pass up the shot to get a better shot Strategy along with agility is the reality of my lot I sense my supporters motivating me to accelerate and dunk it like bad stock High percentage efficiency but not as majestic as the finesse of the Jump Shot But if it is open then I will drive in like the Audubon I hold the pill like a bottle on a gun To Silence ya When I release the Jump Shot – the violence is done I’ll murder it, speaking metaphysically That means my energy utilized during my dribbling shaking and baking Picking and rolling or giving and going Just to separate myself from my adversary and get open To pull up in traffic with precision not hoping but knowing That as the time winds down the ball will go in The metaphysics of the Jump Shot is in the follow through The metaphysic of the Jump Shot can’t be seen by the naked optical The skeleton of the Jump Shot is the silhouette of the perfection of Michael While game winning in the finals Double pump fake and at the precise pinnacle, The climatic release of a perfect arch shot quiets even the cynical And with hand still raised, the wrist prophecies the trajectory and the destiny and the awe is seen in the pupils of my adversary The metaphysic is colorless not Celtic Green nor Laker Purple It’s odorless and not a belief, a guess or a wish The Metaphysic of the Jump Shot is simply this You can’t see it but you hear the Sssssswish The metaphysics of the Jump Shot is not the audible; it’s the energy brought nova Meaning you won’t get the essence of the Jump Shot until you learn how to crossover About the Author! 02/10/2010
About the Author We can’t tell you much about the Author because as his name implies he wishes to remain Anonymous. He is also known as the unapologetic observer. His words whether poetry or prose are reflections of all that he sees and has experienced. It evolves as he evolves. He is also known as Afewerki (Golden mouth one who never says bad things). What we can tell you is that he is a Black man, born of a parent from the East Cost and a parent from the West coast. He is an Afrikan born in the United Snakes of Amerikkka. He ended up being born under the Virgo moon under the peach trees in the south. He has lived many lives. He grew up middle class and then watched the drug scene put him in the ghetto. He found the church to get through the pain as his family was too dysfunctional. He has always had a quest for truth and that has meant that he has had to ask questions and admit the answers. He is college educated and has traveled the states and the world. He has had many occupations. Entrepreneur, Wall Street Banker, Promoter and the list goes on. He is every ‘Black’ man. He has acted and performed on the stage. He has sung in front of many famous and infamous. He has freestyled with platinum hip hop artists. He has jammed with the Soul, Funk and R&B greats. He has performed in the Olympics. But he would give all that up for the liberation of his people. He feels like Tupac in that he is battling the Black Panther and Pimp that is inside of him. He writes as a means to purge the mentacidal manure in his brain. Call it a lyrical enema to release the psychological leprosy that is in us all. He writes because he owes his people and his ancestors. He does not write to entertain as much as to inform and educate. Anonymous says that he is unapologetic because he does not censure what he writes. Whether good or bad, it is what must be said. He has made his mistakes and will make more, but he always remains focused on the Black peoples’ liberation. He only tells his readers this, “Whether you are offended or pleased by Melanated Rhapsody, don’t blame the messenger until you have dealt with the message”. For if a sick man is vomiting, it solves nothing by pointing and chastising him for the vomit residue. | AuthorBlack Man Evolving into His Ausar God Like Self ArchivesSeptember 2011 Categories |
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