Christo Diata's Corner

Great Things are coming!

2005-07-24T05:53:00.000-07:00

Today’s entry i have to shout out some love for three of my favorite local sista’s of poetry..

First Charneice Fox produced her first (to my knowledge) short film “Paper Trail”
the film stars local poets Raquel (Mango’s host) & Sir Reigns, Jessie Smith and
Ellington Felton with small parts played by Droopy and Dwayne B.

Kanniki J has realeased her first novel “In Real Life” following up her prior two books of poetry naturally I HAVE A COPY you should get a copy too.. I am around a third through the book
and so far it is Hot!

Black Beauty has released her first CD “The Spiritual Evolution of Black Beauty” I attended the
album release even got to play my Djembe a little (smile).. Loved the energy.. The place was graced by the presence of 13 of nazereth, Queen Sheeba, kanniki J, ansd many more.. If you wern’t there you missed it. Black beauty was in rare form that night her presentation was flawless.. Her style with music reminds me of a midnight excursion to the quiet storm. For those of you who listen to radio hear in the DC area.. This CD is a hot a must have! My order is in

You can get more info on Kanniki or Charnice Fox by visiting their links on my link page. Great publishing for kanniki and Genesis poets for Charnice.. If you want to order Black Beauty ‘s CD
give me a shout in an Email and I will hook you up with her..

Congratulations to these three sista’s I love hangin in the venues with them and even more excited to see poetry growing in the directions they are carrying it.
http://www.TouchingTheSoul.com
Listen to the Spoken Words GREATER THINGS ARE COMING!

Yeah a Lil entry

2005-07-01T11:11:00.000-07:00

Hangin in Williamsburg and VA beach this forth of July weekend! Have been to this area in a little while so I don't really know what's going on.. But I'll fid a few of the locals to hang with...

Took my sons to the beach this morning. Their first official beach expirience.
Mid day took us back to williamsburg where I will be handling some bus. and stayin for the night..
That's it for today!

I have missed a few reall y exciting events that have happened in the poet world I'm gonna have to hit back on in the next entry...

Stay strong DC Tiger (Christ To Lion) Christo Diata

Christ was a Revolutionary

2005-06-03T09:07:00.000-07:00

I wonder how most people view Jesus Of Nazareth (Christ). His story is probably one of the most well known stories of biblical times. He was heralded as the son of God. He has been defined as the way to salvation, if this is true. What should be the path of a devoted Christian? Should Christians see constant injustices taking place in their neighborhoods and world yet still remain silent. Or is ignorance of the happenings outside of a Christian’s sight an excuse for passiveness. One saying I have heard constantly in the born again Christian belief is “What would Jesus do?”

Would Jesus stand idle while the government of his time targeted and destroyed the lives of many innocent people for monetary gain?
(Iraq, Haiti, Sudan, Syria, Afghanistan. On and on)

Would Jesus allow children to be subjected to violence, lack of moral values, division between people, religion and race?

I was brought to believe Jesus stood up for Justice in his time. His teachings not only spoke of salvation but ways of Justice and peace. He was truthfully a non-violent revolutionary. Can there be others who followed those footsteps in Jesus’s spirit.
(Gandhi, Martin Luther, etc)

Well I guess I’m asking more questions than giving answers. But if you have an opinion please let it be known. Reply in the comments or send me an Email. DCTiger@TouchingTheSoul.com

Christ
was a Revolutionary R U (click here)
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BACK and all's well!

2005-05-29T15:34:00.000-07:00

Left on my trip by 6am (going).. I floored it.. Everyone was pretty much asleep on the trip down to N.C. I made it there by 10:30... (4 1/2 hours a lot less than my first estimated 6 hours) Had a lot of fun visiting and hangin with family.. Met a few cousins I didn't know I had. Even knew one of them already from DC.. Left to come back to DC on Sunday took about 5 and a half hours coming back... I thinkl if I didn't have the kids and fam with me in the car I would have headed to Mrtyle beach.. (The bike fest Etc) I'm going to have to make it over there one year even if i take my kids with me.. O well that's it for this entry..

On the road by 5am

2005-05-28T00:21:00.000-07:00

Didn’t realize I hadn’t updated the blog in so long… On the road to North Carolina, Fayetteville will be on the road by 5 am if everything goes smooth. Arrival time 6 hours.
They’ll be 3 adults and my son’s accompanying me. All FAM. Heading to a reunion.
I always get to recite (Aka Spit) some poetry in front of the family. It’s all good. That was the first place I recited 3 years ago. I actually didn’t really spit for the first two years that I wrote poetry. I started spitting sometime around late 2001 early 2002 I forget the day or the date. I have to call my Kung fu brother Mo in Sac. Cali. He would’ve thought he was in slam poetry. Representing the Cali team. He has even told me he has hung with some of DC’s own finest Sonya Renee (HORAAAY!) and in the past Queen Sheba.. She’s close to DC… Small world FOR REAL! If anyone can convince me to develop a slam style of poetry it would be MO.. Dang If I didn’t forget his poet’s name..

Looking forward to going to see family. It’s always all good there. Getting to that age I need to travel more. Ok my author name is Christo Diata my poetry slam name is DC Tiger… If I decide to slam which name should I go by MMMMM or perhaps a new poet name Christ to Lion.

Really have had a interesting week in the love and wanting to be loved department. But that’s for another time and poem. Life is so unique. I never know what’s going to happen and where.

Lata For now..
Have a cool weekend.

Shelly's Shadow

2005-05-23T06:23:00.000-07:00

Hey bet u always wondered why I said author poet. that's because i have always written short stories (5 to 50 pages) I have been attempting to put together a group of erotic/ horror/ sudutively weird stories to release sometime this year but every time i read the stories i am not satisfied enough to release them yet. So I write little short stories on the side of my short stories and I am releasing a few of them here on my blogs with my poetry! Wow.. life always inspires stories and their is always truth intwined in some authors work. Let me know what you think email or comments.

Shelly's Shadow

He hid in the shadows waiting for her to return. It was seven o’clock Monday mourning. James never thought he would do anything like this. He felt crazy. But shelly had stopped calling him three weeks earlier and he didn’t know how to react. Everything seemed OK last time they spoke. He called several times through the week. Shelly got home at seven fifteen from work when, she was on time. She was usually a timely person. She worked the night shift at Shady General Hospital.

His mind wandered back to the first time they went out. He was dropping her off from a date. They had gone to check out a local flick. He couldn’t even remember the title because Shelly was the center of his attention at the time. She was fine. No denying it.
He took her out to dinner afterwards, nothing too lavish, just a comfortable greasy spoon
restaurant that had good home cooking and a romantic setting. The lighting was dim with candles accenting each table. They ate their meal and talked for nearly an hour before leaving. He took the scenic route to her home past the waterfront. They continued to talk.
At the end of the date they hugged at her front door and went their separate ways.

That was months ago now. They went out two more times and talked on the phone often but not nearly often enough he felt. He thought they had decided to give the relationship thing a try. At least that was the way he understood it from speaking with her until, she mysteriously stopped answering the phone and calling. James first response was she was busy and would call back later. But, no call came. Even on the day they were supposed to go out he called again and didn’t receive any response. Naturally he became worried. I mean she wasn’t his wife or anything like that, they were still in the area of being new friends and this didn’t seem normal to him that she wouldn’t call. He hoped she wasn’t hurt or sick and didn’t but want to over react in a new friendship. James always followed his intuition and he got the feeling she was OK but could never be sure. So he decided he would position himself where he could see her, so he could be sure. One sighting is all it would take.

It was coming up on seven fifteen. Shelly would be arriving shortly. She was right on time. She had gotten a ride home from work with a co-worker. She exited the car thanked her co-worker and waved goodbye. As she started for the walkway to her apartment building the co-worker drove off. James stepped from behind the Shrubbery to the right of the entrance and she saw him. Clinching her arm to her purse and walking quickly towards the door she said out loud,
“Oh you’re into stalking now!”
James wasn’t at all startled by her response said
“No, not at all. Just when you stopped calling I was concerned. I wanted to know if you were alright.”
“So it took over two weeks for you to come see if I was alright.”
“No I did call, you just didn’t answer.”
“That should’ve been the clue.”
She said as she put her key into the front doorway to enter the building. James could already see there was nothing there anymore, but he couldn’t help but to ask.
“What happened, why did you stop answering my calls or calling me?”
He already knew you can’t make someone like you, but he wasn’t in the habit of leaving friendships on bad terms. She was opening the door, as she walked into the apartment building she looked at him and said.
“You should’ve been thinking about that when you posted your business on the web like that.”
She pulled the door closed behind her.
James thought about what she said and remembered a letter he had written to a lady he had wanted to be his flame at one time. He wrote this letter before he had committed to Shelly although he did know her at the time. He didn’t know what made him post it. Maybe a temporary lapse of sanity but even worse he didn’t know Shelly knew about his website. He wondered if she had read the letters that he wrote to her (Shelly) over the past few weeks. For him writing was a release a way to express his feelings when he couldn’t speak them. Sometimes his letters were not understood but never the less he stood behind what he wrote. Writing was a very important part of his life even though it made him feel inept right now. It has saved his sanity many times. He turned to walk back to his car as apartment entrance door closing echoed in his mind. But as that door closed he felt closure, which was very important to him. He didn’t have to wonder what happened. His only wish was she would learn to forgive him. No friendship on any level will ever last without it. Because in being forced to date for a while the one thing he has never found was the perfect woman so he never expected to be looked upon as perfect himself.
James knew if he liked someone he would apologize, ask for forgiveness and answer to that person he needed to forgive him. Make-ups are special and needed in any friendship.
Whether between the people you hang out with to create the bond or with the woman you want to be intimate with. That’s the way friendships last and that’s what makes them special. The fact that you care how they feel. With Shelly her forgiveness would mean a lot even if her and James were not meant to be more than friends at least they would be friends.
James knew Shelly would have no problem replacing him many times over. She was gorgeous like that. But at the same time James didn’t have any shortage of friends he could take out. He just knew it was becoming harder and harder for him to fall in love or even to want to. That was something he hoped was on reserve for Shelly. She was very sweet natured, but like all things in his life right now before they flower they die.
Well if her actions were meant to hurt him, they did but men aren’t allowed to cry.
We are expected to carry on.

James looked forward to the day he would be required to buy flowers again, and do all those things people in love do… James could almost see the bus stop Shelly sometimes used to catch to work from his room window. He never saw Shelly though. The future will tell if he ever will.

The End or the beginning?

If you got this far thanks for reading
Christo Diata..
Don't forget to ask me to write for you on TouchingTheSoul.com
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unfortunately I have been informed I have lost 2 of my 5 readers.
That leaves 3 including myself. I am trying for 4 by the end of the year (smile)

To forgive

2005-05-18T16:49:00.000-07:00

“In forgiveness there is unity from where mountains can be built”
Christo Diata

What is your opinion on forgiveness?

If you have an opinion leave it in the comments or email it to me at Comments@TouchingTheSoul.com

I know I myself will forgive anyone who does wrong to me If they ask and I feel the apology is sincere

I forgive but don't forget...

Where do you stand on forgiveness?

lata for now just had a question today...

2005-05-15T07:36:00.000-07:00

Took my children to a cool birthday party yesterday! The Birthday Girl's BaBa and Mama set up the top floor of his business as a movie theater invited about 40 kids and showed two flicks.. (the incredible and a A movie with Jim Carey acting as a villain) They had candy, popcorn, hot dogs and drinks to accompany the movie's and gave each child a t shirt and movie poster commemorating the party. Wow! My boys had fun..

When we were leaving another mama was throwing a party for her 21 year old daughter who graduated from Howard. She invited us to come get some food. Naturally being a lover of food, I went.. Why did I see quite a few poets from HU at the party..

I haven't been to a poetry venue since Thanks giving... It made me think how much I am missing the venues... If U have attended a venue in the DC, MD or VA area.. Let me know about it and what U thought.. I need some New hangouts (smile)..

I see very strong Youth moving out into the world with that HU graduation, (the fimiliar faces i saw there and the fact they knew each other) and family values being rebuilt with both parties the way they were carried out built a unity among the children.. I need to get a lot better with those birthday party and things of sentiment.. Last night reminded me why.. ( mY wife used to be the expert in those areas Dang I still miss Her... Feeling like Fred Sanford.. "Sanford and son" sitcom calling out to his wife's spirit..)
LATA for now to whomever's reading..

Alls well that ends well

2005-05-09T21:34:00.000-07:00

Sunday went well. I took my mother, father and best friend to the Ujama Skule Anniversary Celebration. It was a good turn out and I always enjoy seeing the children perform. I took the classes through a quick Martial Arts demonstration. I got to demonstrate my three sectional staff form. The audience loved it. Got a lot of compliments after the show. ( I needed that).
Why did the fire alarm go off and every one had to leave the Blackburn Center into the parking lot. All is well that ends well, we continued the festivities outside making a big circle. Some of the children and graduate students drummed attracting HU students. Who watched our ceremony. Later we were allowed to return in. My parents left early.

This will actually be the last week of school for my boys so they will officially be out for summer at the end of the week. I will have to lay out a morning to night schedule for them to retain sanity (smile). That’s all that’s new in my world.

To each and every Mom Today U R Special

2005-05-08T03:56:00.000-07:00

To: This poem does no justice but to Mom's every day is your day..

Especially those who have touched my life
My Mom
Ms Stephanie (You get the honorary Mom’s award Thank You for all that you do for me and my son’s)
Shannon and her Mom… Wish I could know U better… Stay precious
All the Ma Ma’s at Ujamaa Skule
All the momma’s who have grown with me through my first book and my poetry
You helped save me many times… Faith, Sasha,
The List goes on.. Love each and every one of you and hope this is a beautiful day for you and just one of many...
Christo Diata

From the Womb to freedom
from Mom to Grand ma
She is there
Nurturing
And showing the way
that momma cares
Each choice, each meal,
Each step taken to work for pay
To create the child’s fantasy day
She is the center of the day
Little eyes follow momma’s wake
She is the world to them
Each second spent in her arms
Is like a touch of heaven
The smells that come from the kitchen
When she cook’s
Ambrosia to the senses and mind
The care she takes
Reading stories
Givin baths
A child’s precious time
For all the times I’ve said
And for all the times I’ve missed
I honor each of you as a Mother
And hope every day shows you honor
Like this..
This Your special day..

I will be at the Howard University Blackburn Center today! It is Ujamaa's anniversary celebration.
My Mom will be there... ms. Stephanie will be there! An open invite to other Mom's in my life.. I get to take the children through a kung fu demonstration today Plus I am going to blow the dust off of one of my favorite performance demo weapons The Three sectional staff.. to hopfully give those in attendance a special treat along with all the other festivities that will be going on!
Hope to see you there!!! starts at 2pm (the menu is all vegan)

2005-05-05T19:05:00.000-07:00

Christo Diata (2005)

She Is I Am

2005-05-04T06:15:00.000-07:00

Poem of apology For the misuse of a word
Some poet’s don’t rely on Webster to define their Use of the English language
I am one of them.. I sometimes make up words or redefine words
Nemesis in my poetry is used as an opposite
Not as the commonly defined enemy
So I apologize that Webster
Doesn’t know what the word nemesis means
And I apologize that anyone who agrees with Webster
May misinterpret what I am saying when I use the word Nemesis
So in closure I’m writing this poem
Using the word nemesis as I intend it
Opposite
And if a certain very special person to me was offended
By my words I apologize
I wish I could buy you the huge bouquet of flowers
But I am temporarily at an end of those means
And must rely on words…
So u should ask for 10 bouquets later
to replace the one I can’t get now…

She Is I Am
TO: Lil Cherokee

She is lil Cherokee… I am confused
If She is love… I am it’s nemesis
Although I wish to be love in the end
If She is sweet I am bitter to taste
Yearning to mix with her and make the perfect blend
If She is good I am evil
Asking for forgiveness although still a little devilish
If She is special I just exist
But existence is not as special without her
If She is beautiful well I may be a little funny looking
But modern medicine can work miracles
Or so they say
If She is intelligent I am not very smart to have used nemesis in a poem
And posted it anyplace on earth
If She is sensitive I need to learn more about being sensitive
Because I would never want to hurt her as my friend
If She is strong in silence I am noisy in apology
missing her speech
Wishing for the utterance of syllables from her breath to begin
If she understands the thoughts of men
Forgive me I don’t understand the thoughts of women
So politically correct or even perfect I may not be
But I have brown eyes that want love too
If She has a plan… I am clueless
Maybe I need help in making one
If she reads this and once smiles
Maybe I won’t have to look so sad
Missin her…
And if this poem didn’t rhyme
I am the nemesis of the rhyming of poems
And if she never speaks to me again
I will know pain…

This poem this excerpt came from was a closure for me…I wrote it about 4 days before I posted it… those days make a big difference… simple as making a decision…
“while I look into the eyes of another sweet ebony
twice as beautiful as her physically
mentally my nemesis (opposite)
while my heart half there
having what so many men want
I walk the fine line of deceit”

(Mentally my nemesis, opposite) This is not an insult I believe to a certain extent opposites attract.
(Heart half there) Love at first site rarely happens maybe once in a life time
So when falling into a new love it is a slow process. When u decide if u want to go through all the pains and pitfalls that got u there and kept u there before. Basically is it time to take the chance again?
(Having what so many men want) Because of your beauty I know many men envy or want that “Just for the looks” aspect of you
(Fine line of deceit) A line of deceit is a line I use to express the courting process when new… keeping on from heart half there… U have to go through hiding uncertainties each time you go on a date with a person you don’t know where it is going. In each courtship you know there are no guarantees or in modern dating even if a date is a sign of courtship. But nevertheless we as people go through the process of presenting ourselves in our best light, the good with no reference to the bad (a deceitfulness).

I hope I answered the thoughts (cause dial tones have been silent) that would lead to me getting a black eye when and If I see U… I write freestyle and brainstorm meaning I usually don’t go over my poems except for spelling.. So sometimes what I am trying to express may not come out perfect. But when it does not I will take all the hits for it and explain. So all this in simple…
I do like U and hope U will forgive me. And if we do hang out again and U don’t order everything on the right side of the menu I can foresee wellll… lets get to the speaking again part first…

TMI
To my frequent readers ( all 5 of you)no one’s been asking for poetry in a lil while so the last few posts are personal to me… I am explaining them to save me from myself and you can help too by giving me more writing assignments than I can handle… (HAVE A HEART) If you would like a personalized poem please visit www.TouchingTheSoul.com Poem for me.
I will be redoing the website for 2005 so expect to see changes in the near future…

Christo Diata
From Christ To Lion

2005-05-02T19:28:00.000-07:00

Christo Diata (2002)

Respect The Truth (the truth Lies) freestyle brainstormin

2005-05-02T09:27:00.000-07:00

Tic tock tic tock
The clock chimes
In my mind
Mere seconds from
Boom
The explosion
Of suicide of a way of life
Master of capitalism
Born on this plain
And the way it destroys
Men and boys
Givin them definitions
Of what they are worth
What we R worth
What a life is worth
I am better than him
Cause I make more than him
Nicer car
Nicer things
Nicer homes
Nicer rings
I am the shiii…
Epitome
Of what this New Rome
Brings
Desires
Startin to perspire
from the drugs they pump into my veins
twich twich
can’t even recite my Grandfather’s full name
but the hell If I don’t know George Washington
tic tic tic
I recite my pledge of allegiance
To the United states Of America
One Nation
Under God
With Liberty
And Justice
For All
Even though all echoes through screams
Of the rape of my great great grandmother
Prodded and herded like cattle
Where was justice?
Where is justice Now?
We Die for Religion, money, Drugs, Power, a Pair of Shoes,
Sex and Arghhhhh…
Silence reins
Pulling back my head
Tears embalm my eyes
For the burial
Of equality
Play the game
Respect the game
Or the game will destroy you
Cause no one will live or die for Justice…
Justice is just a word they use to support
A rich man’s agenda
And the poor men r herded and prodded
Like cattle
To help the rich succeed
So why should I scream for Justice
When I know the game…
Profit over life is the game…

Choc Loc Ebony 2005

2005-04-25T23:14:00.000-07:00

TO: She Knows... When I write love poems they are sometimes inspired by those I naturally like and places I wish to be...

My heart wanders in circles
as past visions
bring curiosity
looking into brown eyes
of a siren
who stares off
her eyes never meeting mine
is it hypnosis I bring
If I could have it so good
for I am spellbound
as her magical fingers
weave perfection
crowning my seed
entwining my desire to know her
she refers to her lover as a friend
I refer my lover as my heart
a friend is there before hearts join
after hearts join the word friend
is a form of deceit
hearts are there to remain
I would ask to know her still
as I already have several times before
even have journeyed the path
to reach the first high
to know her
my high a meeting of the minds
the journey cut short
cut by her tongue
before ever getting there
as if she knew me
her impressions wrong
trying to create in me
undesirable things that I am not
an attempt to convince me
I made a mistake
there could never be anything there between us
I withdraw to lick my wounds
and heal
I slowly learn the modern perils
of wanting
while I look into the eyes of another sweet ebony
twice as beautiful as her physically
mentally my nemesis
while my heart half there
having what so many men want
I walk the fine line of deceit
Once every full moon my sirens’s presence
induces me to question a past vision
and wonder is she happy
should I ask again
why did she always say yes
If there was no attraction there
I shackle my nature and hold my tongue when in her presence
knowing I can not just be me
less she lay more judgement
on who I am
without knowing me
I look past her hardened side
beneath it she hides the path to her soft
and I tire of her bladed tongue
for in my constant self analysis
I am my own blade
I don’t need two
it would make me feel less than desirable
and I could never live that way
I remember fate
where she loves is her choice to make
and she has made her choice
I hope she finds happiness
where ever she is with or without me
and I look forward to the day
I can catch the next glimpse of her
even if in passing
till I am drawn to my next heart of hearts
with whom I can build my kingdom...

Desert Flower

2005-04-07T05:46:00.000-07:00

I rise in the night
Blooming like one lone desert flower
Smellin the smoked crimson earth
Beneath my feet
I see the tears
Douse the flames
Buried under lies of justice
Lines of words
Written like gospel
Got the blind saying rejoice
There is peace in sight
In the death of my brother
Thank goodness
We are here
Water flowing
So refreshing in the blistering sand
To be directed in time
Past lines
To those who claim themselves
The Jew
One man’s thirst ends
While others begin
Black gold flowing to appease
Paper worshipping devils
Who care less about operation
Free them or Me or you
I have seen the coming
And cry out for Justice
Before I cry out
For the loss
Of …..the …truth…

www.TouchingTheSoul.com

young black grim but not ripe

2005-02-02T10:20:00.000-08:00

Every time I step to this Psycho funk
I like the way the beats Be pulsating
Base drum vibrating
Tinted windows Telling untold stories
Studio gangstas unite
Self-destructive lyrics
Pay better
Tough love
Pays less
Testing my sanity
Got my finger revolved around a forty four
Ounce
Sippin to
Depression
Or making heartbeats skip to
My own line of self-justice
Imprinted on lead
Signed X
Predetermined name
My name
Although it hit U
Exit wounds
Exhume
Your Grave
Circled by teddy bears and flowers
Titled My son
Who died before his father
Pourin the continuation of a forty ounce
To sympathize
That u met your ancestors
Before me
Rings circle out in white foam
On black earth
Just like I be pissin
On my Future
For a peice of cold steel
Packin lead
Forty ounce
Drownin dreams
For grandeur
That I am
the one
to answer to
The Grim reaper
Not even ripe
holdin
Life or death
In my index finger
Bang bang
Was it me
Or was it U

MD,DC & VA Refinancing
or Purchasing a Home!

Remember The Hot spots

2005-01-28T09:19:00.000-08:00

Hey If you have time check out my other web hangouts!

www.TouchingTheSoul.com
Poetry dedicated to the woman of color. Have me write for you.

http://refinow.blogspot.com/
Refinancing or buying a home in Washington DC,Maryland or Virginia
stop through and get a few pointers from me and then get in touch.

http://touchingthesoulofasista.blogspot.com/
Another poetry stop. Poems women have asked me to write for them. Brand New started Jan 17 2005. No old post here!

Plus here where i write about my veiw of the revolution, love and the erotic.. Lata
hope someones reading this

Another DAy Of this

2005-01-27T09:00:00.000-08:00

Why was I doing research today on Martin Luther King and find out that the number one listed site on Google was created by a white supre. well you know... DAVID DUKE
if you don't mark him on your list of least favorite people. He expresses a point of veiw which ends in the destruction of all other races... Some of his opinions are so ignorant that it is amazing to wonder how he is so recognized and followed by fellow white sup. .. It amazes me to know in a new age there are those that don't realize survival depends on unity.. NOT WHITE MEN... plus he still doesn't realize where his Ancestors were born.. In constant denial. I don't mean to rant but this site was disturbing to me and others like me... The way it appears is as if it is an educational tool online.

O well I would give you the site link but why.. wouldn't want anyone to waste their time visiting it... Looking forward to a day where We exist as one and justice is color blind.. Till that day had to come to my spot and vent...

one love
DC Tiger
Christo Diata
from christ to being born a lion...
lata for now

I Love You

2005-01-24T10:52:00.000-08:00

Felt like poetry again today
sometimes it's that simple
don't need a lot more...

I love you

I don’t know why I love you
It’s just the things that you do
The way that you smile
That special sway in your moves
I am not a dancer
But I find myself doing interpretive dance
Spinning on clouds
Wishing for the chance
To carry my hearts away
From all this mess
Waking up like a masculine Alice
On gold bricks to reflect
Click my alligator skinned heels three times
Listen to mixtures of jazz mixed with
Melancholy blues
Add a little rap
Realize the crown I wear
Was there in my birth
Just worn down
A little abused
Going through the days
Daily Inclinations
That self serve
While my minds
Deviations
Burn like cinders into my retinas core
I see a release from day to day
In forever more
Forever more echoes
In silence still yet alone
Marriage now to children
Away from my home
Options bound
The first and last resort
Stay close
Stay alert
Never revert
To my other sort
Although there I would be rich
I replace the word me
For you
And look into the mirror
And say again
I love you
And you deserve to be happy

Why I Love Dr. Martin Luther King

2005-01-20T08:00:00.000-08:00

Martin Luther King Jr. is one of the few Black Nationalist revolutionaries that we study in basic American History, probably because of his winning of the Noble Peace prize and his adherence to the non-violent ways of reform. So many young people and Americans seem to push his memory for the “I Have a Dream” speech and his march on Washington DC. The reasons he caused so much change have been forgotten in the dream state of our race. His friends and adversaries alike study Martin Luther. Whole generations of brothers wait for the rise of another like him. A whole generation of others have looked for ways to pacify and destroy those like him so another person will never reach the point of social and economic change that he led.

My view on Martin Luther King is different. Through my limited studies of him I have come to the realization that the reason he caused so much change was very simple. He designed a non-violent method to show American corporate structures it was not profitable to treat people differently because of Race. He and those that worked with him designed a very structured method of hurting the pockets of those who could enact social and economic change in the conditions of the African American people. For example: The bus boycott, For the owners of the then segregated Bus system it was a decision of either lifting the segregation laws away from the buses or going out of business. They made the right decision and changes were made.

martin Luther King Jr.

Martin Luther also would not be brought. He accepted a preacher’s salary and reinvested all other payments for his services back into the development of the movement. YES I SAID THAT. If Dr. Martin Luther King got paid $15000 dollars for a speech he would not pocket any of the money rather he would sign the check over to the organizations which supported him in the movement. No wonder Hoover proclaimed him public enemy number one. He couldn’t be brought. The FBI later targeted him because of his human weaknesses (women) but the attempt would not stop him or the movement then in full forward motion.

One of the problems I see with The African American community today is the lack of understanding how powerful our dollar is. If in unity we control our spending habits with an organized direction it will enact change. For example imagine what devastating effect it would have on American corporations if we as a race just decided to hold our dollars for one year and not celebrate a major holiday (Christmas, Easter, Hanukah, or whatever). It was cause a ripple effect of companies attempting not to go bankrupt moving into negotiations to give us what we want just so we would start spending again. Capitalism depends on our dollars. Without them it is a doomed system. So I love Martin Luther King because of his ability to organize and lead an organization to cause social and economic change. He in many ways followed in the footsteps of Gandhi who did the same thing in India.

So the next time you hear someone depict Martin Luther King as a dreamer not a doer. Not only should you find humor in their statement you should correct and enlighten them. He is much more than a dreamer and is placed in my memory as a Black Nationalist with the same vigor and strength as Malcolm X, Marcus Garvey, Elijah Mohammed or any of the other Nationalists who have stood for equality and justice of all races…

Wanting Her in January

2005-01-19T04:50:00.000-08:00

felt like poetry today.. so here is a little free style flow...
three different sisters come to mind.. thoughts can always be freaky enough to want to go there.. where ever there takes us...

it isn’t necessary to move in timed steps
like the beat of base line
vibrating tinted windows
city streets be callin for synchronized beats
construction beats
feet beats
car going over steel plates beats
the tap tap tap of my djembe beats
new level of communication
in this man’s Africa
one queen be passin by
her perfume wearin
sexy smellin smilin brown eyed ebony
wearin long black coat
protecting her from January’s winter heat
that heat that’ll chill your bones away
and every dog got one
but it doesn’t necessarily like to be out in the cold
only tucked in to summertime goodness
like her puttin music to pavement with her walk
her
only need five minutes of her talk
her
all the rest of the time put in
is just from me to you
to show her
that king’s need love too
but that January winter heat be timin
me wishin for fireplaces
in old row houses
kindling with the sounds
of cracklin logs
illuminating that rug
just in front
my body covering her
like a blanket her
body snuggled inside
my grasp like
I am
wanting to be protected from the cold
last amen
warm your hands on my chest
the shiver i feel from your touch
is enough
to keep me wanting your touch
and maybe that’s a bit much
in the mere minutes we have spent alone
learnin not to bring my heart
children of slaves
not meant to know love
just countless heartbreaks
makin a path to the her
I wanna cry
but no tears come
in the absence of one
brown silk brings natural high
to bodies temples
one step from heaven
but layin closer to hell
spiritually
I look to see
a womb
who’s eyes
call me
writin love letters
on dotted lines
crossin my I ssss and T ssss
Like my eyes are teased
by her
chocolate brown tease
layin law from her birthday
suit from her head to her knees
just imaginin heels on these
feet
are like wantin to eat
little drops of honey
but rather than feelin these
words solidify into
a new birthday
9 months from tastin these
tonight
I just close my eyes
trustin her
release
and see the light
and it was good

What's this Nation of Islam shiiii

2005-01-17T08:45:00.000-08:00

I was blessed with the opportunity to hear the honorable minister Louis Farrakhan Speak this Sunday. It happened in Washington DC over the Martin Luther King birthday weekend.
First let me state I am not in the Nation nor am I a Muslim in that definition of the word.
I am a single black male brought up in Methodist Christian values. When entering the Mosque My first impression was a little discomfort because of the security measures.
Men and women were subject to body checks. I do feel these procedures were necessary with all the rumors that usually spread through the media about the Nation. Upon entering the men were seated on one side of the church the women on the other. One young minister explained the security measures and discussed the division of the men from the women. Several other ministers spoke after the brother while awaiting the arrival of the honorable minister Louis Farrakhan. Soon he arrived and was greeted with words of love and chanting from the attendees of the mosque.

The Honorable Minister Farrakan

He greeted everyone then began to speak. He covered subjects from dating, marriage, family, love vs. Hate of America, the present state of the black man, the tsunami and the upcoming 10th anniversary of the Million-man march on Washington. Although I cannot speak or quote directly any of the sermon since I would not want to misquote the honorable minister. I will say that he in no way resembled the man that I have seen depicted in media as negative or a person who’s principles are based in hate. He actually was the exact opposite. His wife and two sons’s attended with him and he spoke of strong family values. He being one example having been married for 52 years. He also spoke of a love for his people, as he hated the lowering of the moral standards of the young and the weakening of parent rights to discipline their children. He gave a vision for the future success of equal justice for all people but centered his cause on those of African descent. I enjoyed his presence and his speech and from this one meeting would have no doubts that the Honorable Minister is on a just cause that would benefit not only those of African descent but also the poor and those faced with injustice globally.

My view on the nation of Islam is that it is not a hate-based organization. Rather it is a group that is dedicated to the spiritual and economic survival of us as a race. They are very centered on the ability of the black man to save himself through family and religious morals and growth of our race economically with creation of our own businesses to sustain us. I am still not a Muslim nor a new recruit into the nation I most definitely support their cause and will be one of the ten million marching on the mall in October of this year.

Let there be no division between us..

FIRST OFFICIAL entry...

2005-01-15T18:14:00.000-08:00

I walk as I talk
I write as I speak
I rise in thought
I am black and unique

Sometimes I feel my word's they are born in poetry. Once long ago in college I was complemented by one English professor that I write flowingly. Poet's can make up words to describe the way they feel hence (FLOWINGLY). Yeah I have my own version of Webster... Words used to create a state of mind a state of the surreal. TAKE THE RED PILL NEO
Anyway enough of that.
This is my first official blog entry ever. I was put on to this blog thing by one of my best friends.
Steph for short (THANK YOU!! Steph) I love to write. It is a way to express my feelings on many different subjects. So what will start with today. Mmmmm.

I figure I will use this blog to write about one of three things. Poetry, Erotic stories or reality.The first two are self explanatory the third is my view on current events throughout the world.

I like writing poetry to sistas. I even wrote a book of poems dedicated to them. “Touching The Soul of A Sista” By Christo Diata.. If you are stopping through here and ever want me to write for you visit my website www.TouchingTheSoul.com and I will have no choice but to oblige. I must ask though if you don’t receive your poem in about a week or two email me to inquire why. In the past I have had poems sent back because of wrong Email addresses or closed accounts. When a sista asks me to write for her I feel almost like it is a promise and want to deliver every time. Right now I have about 30 poems filed away that were never received by the person asking for them. A job unfinished.

I also have a new Hobby writing erotic stories. I like using the imagination and finding ways to create fantasies with words. I know that sometimes the erotic is a release from the stress of the world today. I want to know ways to seduce and relax with words through stories. If I can take you away for a few minutes and make your day better it was worth my while. My second book will be a mixture of poetry and erotic stories.

My REALity when speaking of current events the way I see them. You will find that I have a very unique view on world events because I do not usually follow media or public opinion. I like to research and go past the one sided views that we experience here in US. Sometimes my view border conspiracy theories but in my opinion if you research the facts it can be seen no other way.

Remember I love feed back. Feed back is the coolest thing to me. Positive or negative as long as it expresses your feelings I am cool with it (depending on what you say I may be required to curse you out but HEY that’s what’s happens when you step to the plate sometimes.) Well I guess that’s it for my official first blog entry. Hit me up and stop for stopping through.