#dwayne b

Your Love is Ten Feet Tall

“What if the love of your life is a short man?” The 5'6 imp asked of me in a feeble attempt to change my position of no niggas under six feet and I thought to myself “He is.”

I was referring to my little cousin Jonathan who is now 18 who I have called the love of my life since he was growing in my cousin Sonya’s womb. A child I personally named and have loved wholly since before he was even he.

I thought of that question again but this time my mind went to you. Jonathan is a short man and the love of my life but there’s another short man I will love life-long too.

I’m talking about you, King of words and crochet and hearts. You who is in love with this world but don’t want his world in love with him back. I love you. You have saved me accidentally on purpose over 400 times and counting.

I did not tattoo your name across my chest but your words lie not too far above it. Your assurance became my life mantra etched into my memory and skin Forever.

You are more than a friend. Much more than a mentor. A riddle I’ll never figure out but will guess at continually. A never-ending word search, the song you can’t seem to get tired of. You are goodness personified.

Everyone who loves me should love you too. They don’t know how you’ve helped me be better. How you inspire me to try and not quit on myself. I’d sing about you if I could carry a tune or get near the right key. Instead, I just tell you I love you at odd hours on twitter, in hopes that you know how much I mean it.

Thanks for all your support. I put a LOT of work into this site to try to make sure it is as good as possible. And I’m still updating it. Soon I’ll have more bio’s from members of the #infinigrind family, a more organized version of the crochet designs page, and some videos of performances and all that stuff. please come back daily…

#poetry – When I Die

When I die, Plant a rose on my grave; for every love I never made. every kiss I’ve never laid ever beauty I’ve ever gazed and never compliment paid. When I die, Have a brass band at my funeral service; combine my wake with Sunday worship for forgiveness for all my Sundays missed for all my time selfishly spent fulfilling my wants and fleshly sins. When I die, Clear the floor for the break dance…

#Thoughts – “How Am I Not Myself”

So I like random things; cartoons, video games, alcohol, organized databases… etc. In the resturaunt across the street from my office, there’s a converted cigarette machine (similar to soda machines, but they sold cigarettes… classic stuff) that sells small pieces of art for $5 a pop. Great idea. I support it and I’m trying to figure out how I can have some work available in it. 2 times now, I’ve…