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“YKWIA” – Ch. 18 (excerpt)

You Know Who I Am (YKWIA) is a novel, that tells the story of Donte Allen, a former pro basketball player turned marketing & branding superstar. It’s an in-depth look at the day to day crazy life of a man of the people, and the individuals who make it easy, worthwhile, frustrating and at times dangerous.


Sitting in the den on the left side of his sofa, Raymond takes in the information resting on his lap.  The one good thing that comes with being a successful power attorney is, you make just as many friends as you do enemies.  And through the friend of a friend, he was able to have the cell that he lifted hacked.  That was the hard part, everything else was cake afterwards.

     Jillian Frazier, he said aloud, reading over the information he was able to uncover on the woman.  Former reporter for the San Francisco Chronicle.  Three time finalist for a Pulitzer.  Impressive.  All-State volleyball player, nice.  Walked on at Long Beach State.  Injury derailed her playing career.  Damn, that sucks.

He continued to read, and turn pages in the file he was able to put together on the woman, however was unable to find anything remotely close to what he was looking for.

“FUCK!” he exclaimed, slamming the file shut.

Grabbing one of the remotes on the coffee table in front of him, he hit the power button and then another button on his blu-ray shuffle.  The announcers voices were heard before the video was viewable on the screen, leading him to reach down and turn on his TV irritably with a second remote.

The play-by-play men had just finished with their telling of the fierce back and forth battle all season long between LSU’s fearsome foursome of a relay team and the upstart squad from Florida, anchored by Raymond Jefferies.  The boys from the Bayou had exhibited a form of dominance on the sport not seen since the 90s Arkansas teams.  With all of their top runners being from the talent rich SEC country.

Florida on the other hand, had only returned to respectability in the past two years.  Led by the cocky but talented Guatemalan from New York, Jefferies.  He seemed to toil away in what was a so-so program his first two years, until they were able to land the talent necessary for the school to once again compete on the highest level.

As the race began, the network all but broke its neck to split the screen and cut away to an interview from the prior season, where Jefferies guaranteed a win at the Men’s Track & Field Championships in his senior year.  The bold statement almost started a fight at the following race from his junior season, as the LSU team sought to embarrass the field.  As their anchor leg pulled away from the competition, stopped a few feet short of the finish line, placed the baton on the ground, bent over to pick it up… and walked backwards across the line.

The move was frowned upon by the NCAA and was the talk of every sports show that aired for the next couple of months.  And it was that gesture that indirectly caused a fight involving Jefferies.  Not with the LSU runners however, but with his coach, who insisted on running Raymond on the first leg.  A not so idle threat from the young star once they returned to Gainesville, led Raymond to run anchor leg the remainder of his senior season.  Not so coincidentally, the Gators squad finished strong throughout their remaining meets.

As the third leg in the Gators squad neared the halfway mark, he trailed the Bayou Bengals runner by about one hundred yards before the LSU runner pulled up lame.  The gap was closed to fifty yards as the purple and gold clad runner neared the hand off point.  Just before their anchor began to start his jog and reach back, he caught Jefferies eye.

“Here it comes,” Raymond said to the TV with both hands on his hips.

“Did you see that?!?” one of the announcers said excitedly.  “Jefferies just grinned at the LSU runner and mockingly throat slashed him.”

The LSU runner stumbled as he took the pass but regained his composure briefly as he exploded around the bend.  Raymond already jogging in place, took off, grabbing his half of a heart pendant around his neck and kissing it.  With his hand reached back he accepted his pass and with his head moving from back to front launched himself into the bend of the track.  His first few strides to this day are viewed as the stuff of legend.

A good majority of American runners from the south are athletes who are built as such with next level speed.  Raymond Jefferies was the epitome of a throwback track star.  Tall and lean, deceptively strong in his legs and core.  And every inch of his fibers fired off on that anchor leg.  With two hundred yards to go in the four by eight hundred final leg, the LSU runner began to feel the pressure caused by his burning out too fast.  Once he glanced up at the big screen to see how big his lead was, the race was over.

The image the big screen captured was the cover of the following months’ Sports Illustrated, with the header… “THE INEVITABLE!”

Raymond, eventually walked right up the LSU runners back and beat him by seventy five yards easy.  The picture that ended up winning an ESPY for sports moment of the year, was a picture of a grimacing LSU runner and a winking brash New Yorker who was making his move to cement his place in track & field history.  Following thru on his guarantee just one year prior, delivering the four by eight hundred trophy to UF.

His celebrity seemed to explode overnight.  As a shining star whose popularity bubbled at a holding pattern for two and a half years, turned white hot instantly.  He hit the pause button as his teammates were taking their championship photo with their coach.  Then zoomed in on his half heart pendant against his own better judgement.

“Got dammit Jo-Elle,” he said quietly before turning off the system.

Picking up his glass of Ron Zacapa Centenario and coke, he sipped and walked over to the wall switch in the corner to turn off the lights before heading to his bedroom.  When he reached the switch, his hand subconsciously went to his neck where that pendant used to lay…


He picked up the file on the reporter from California and thumbed thru it.  Looking at her high school years.  Trying to figure out how an All-State player from the state of California would have to walk-on at Long Beach State.  Yes it was a perennial power in women’s volleyball, but a player of her pedigree and physical make up should have been afforded a scholarship.

Freshman year, nothing.  Sophomore year, nothing.  Junior year, noth—… an extra news clip not of the Sports section variety was listed in very fine print, with a reference point.  The file was not listed on the page of the paper listed.  But he did find something in the concealed information portion of her file, his friend dug up.

All-State volleyball player, only known survivor in camping incident.  Three teens on a camping trip near Malibu Lagoon, were involved in an accidental drowning near Santa Monica Bay.  Only one of the three youths survived.  No alcohol or foul play was found to be evident upon conclusion of the police departments’ investigation.

As he looked over information on Malibu Lagoon and Santa Monica Bay, a red flag went off in the counselor’s head.

“With no alcohol or drugs having been found in her system, there’s no way in hell those two kids could have drowned accidentally.  I mean I guess there’s a chance that they couldn’t swim and went too far away from land.  But this is California, those odds aren’t that great.”

As he read on, he saw that her senior year was just as productive as her prior three.  And yet all of her scholarship offers were from smaller D-II schools.  Then he came across a report from several high school talent evaluators, all of which looked identical. Once in a generation talent, major issues & concerns over her temperament.

“The bitch is nuts!  All of this is way too coincidental.  Her popping up, this drama in DC.  What the fuck is Diam’s number?”

Realizing that he was on to something, what he had no clue, he decided to call Donte in the morning.  He needed to get in contact with Diam like yesterday.  Why, he didn’t even know the answer to that.  But he seemed like the person to pass this information on to.  And Donte was the only one he knew who had his contact info.  Hell Rachel might.

Looking over at the clock that blinked 3:47 am, he decided now wasn’t the time though.  Wait, what time is it in France he wondered.  Chante should definitely have her brothers info.  Deciding that he was entirely too tired and filled full of his favorite Guatemalan rum to compute the change over in time, he opted for bed.

“In the morning, we’ll get to the bottom of this.”

“Postgame Pass” – BOOK REVIEW

Postgame Pass: Access to the Life, by Jill Munroe is a riveting cautionary tale, of the fast life of today’s modern day professional male athlete.

It details stories of sex, drugs, rock’n’roll, Pac-Man, gambling, violence, dragons and the incomparable Robin Givens.

And as over the top as the above statement reads, only a very small percentage of it is false. I’m still trying to decide how I feel about that.

In the book, Jill speaks to a few different audiences, in what one could frankly describe as a manual for all interested stakeholders, involved in the day to day off the field dealings of big time American professional athletes.

From young soon to be pros (w/aspirations to become a recognizable brand), to their wives/girlfriends, to aspiring fun girls hoping to become reality TV stars to those regular people that keep VH1 + Bravo’s ratings so high– there really is something in it for everyone.

Now for the pure sports fan who only cares about what’s going on on gameday or the necessary training and discipline needed…this book is NOT for you. However, you should really be able to discern that from the title. But alas even for those types, what you can gain, is a greater appreciation for what your favorite athletes have to go thru on a day to day basis. Because nothing is ever as cut and dry as it seems (i.e. why two teammates seem to suddenly have a problem with one another, and can no longer co-exist).

My favorite parts of the book:

  • Time-Outs- true stories/situations involving players recounted for poignancy to that point of the book (w/names changed unfortunately lol)
  • Chapter 4- Recycling, Chapter 7- Zero to One Hundred Real Quick, and Chapter 15- Exit Strategy
  • the glossary- a number of these terms I was familiar with prior to reading, but others not so much (for fun, read thru the glossary and then go to a pro athletes timeline on twitter and scan it…#thankmelater)
    • my new favorite terms that I can not use loosely in public *cough-cough*:  HoFax, Slash

My take:

All in all, Postgame Pass is a quick, easy and entertaining read. And would make a nice stocking stuffer for anyone who is into the life (off the field, glitz, glam, drama and trappings) of today’s milennial athlete. Initially, the book begins very “listy”. Meaning there’s a lot of, this is this, that is that, type of info. Yet after I finished it, I went back to the beginning and re-read the first couple chapters and better understood why things were presented in that fashion.

As a life long junkie of all things sports, I enjoyed it. And a number of the Time-Outs, had me thinking back long and hard to past rifts between players– in an attempt to figure out who the author was talking about. Additionally, we won’t even discuss the things I actually have done on social media, that athletes + celebrities do (according to this book). But I swear, I didn’t do it for the same reasons…well not the exact same reasons.

Without giving too much away, you’ll just have to read the book to understand. I will simply say this…”birdcall” lol.




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Jill Munroe (StilettoJill on most platforms) – “ESPN meets Sex & the City”

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Random Q + A’s w/a Bald Guy – 11/3/15

QUESTION:  Wizards, Redskins, Capitals or Nats? Who runs the DC sports scene? Go!

Answer – Redskins all day. Eventhough all of the other franchises plus the United and Mystics have had markedly more success than the Skins of late. History is what puts the burgundy & gold on top. Gentrification, could change this however.

QUESTION:  Do men care about weaves? Is it a process to get over or are men just honestly ok with weaves?

Answer – Honestly, I think this is a case by case basis. Just like some (most) men like women with lots of hair, there are others that are pro-perm vs naturalistas, and those that could truly give a damn. At the end of the day, I think guys that truly are into a woman, would prefer no weave. Or at least not weave on a 12 month a year basis. There’s something to be said for being able to run your fingers thru there.

(that’s as clean as I can answer that lol, I was gonna go into hair pulling and the like but…)

QUESTION:  If your ex starts dating the woman he cheated on you with, then starts cheating on her with you, aren’t you really just breaking even? Not really doing anything wrong?

Answer – FUCK! I mean…hmmm. So the cheater is cheating on the cheat, with the cheatee? I mean, shit, I guess you aren’t. Ol’boy might want to consider leaving both women alone though, because the karma that is riding around on one of those motorized scooters from the grocery store is… heaaaaaaaaaaaaavy! Everybody go their separate ways, that’s what’s best for all parties involved.

I gotta throw some holy oil on this question.

QUESTION:  How are you enjoying being the father of a little girl?

Answer – way, way too early to judge. Right now, she’s a toddler, so any real gender specificity hasn’t really reared it’s head yet. She’s loud and way more whiny than her brother was at this age. But other than that, everything is everything. I will say she has the ability to completely alter my mood, but I think that’s moreso because of her personality than her gender. Ask again in about three years.

QUESTION:  Is there a certain time in the evening when a woman can call/text and NOT be looking for some peen? A platonic curfew?

Answer – hehe. There are a lot of dudes who feel like there’s no such thing as a man and a woman being friends. I’m not one of those, but that’s not your question. I feel like I’m invoking electronic marshall law here. I think a safe time would be no later than 10pm, barring an emergency. But as soon as 10:01 hits, I don’t care if you’re texting because you want to know the dress code for church in the morning– the follow-up will be, “…but what color panties you got on tho? Netflix & Chill? Hulu & Deep Couch Sitting?”

Jokes aside, it really depends on the nature of you two’s deal/friendship. Some dudes’ filter, shuts off at a certain time of the night. And if serious boundaries and understanding are not in place, you can and will be tested.

QUESTION:  Why is it that people can look at my name and insist on adding extra letters?

Answer – Because people are stupid, generally speaking. Even in 2015, if someone isn’t looking at a name that isn’t normal for the 1800s (as spoken in the King’s English), they opt to either not pronounce it correctly or refuse to try. My first name is like that to a degree. How can I pronounce my shit for you and you regurgitate something totally different?

But back to your question. My third grade teacher told our class:  “Read what you see, not what you think you see.” That has stuck with me til this day. It’s one thing to not be able to pronounce it, but you’re being lazy if you can’t reproduce it.

QUESTION:  I’m a poet, not as my full-time job. But this woman I’m interested in hates poetry. Should I cut my losses now?

Answer – Unless your prerequisite for dating is that she has to like everything about you, then no. As long as she’s not one of those people who put down and flat out loathe the art, then I don’t see the problem. All she has to do is respect that you love it, she doesn’t have to (although she’d get points if she at least tried). But don’t get ahead of yourself. Holla at her and see what’s good. If poetry is your only play though…

QUESTION:  Is 40min of penetration too long for a man over 30 in order for a woman to reach vaginal orgasm from penetration?

Answer – Uh, no? There is no one size fits all answer for this question (see what I did there). Some women can’t deal with 40 mins. of straight pure penetration. Some dudes can’t give it to you either (blue pill not withstanding). There’s a lot to consider with this question however. Connection between the two. Size. Her ability to orgasm “naturally”. History of bad partners, causing her to think it takes that duration of time, with everyone. And that’s just a few. Are we talking 40mins with or without foreplay?

I’m no scientist, but I don’t think a man loses his ability to drop that thang at age 30. And even then, abilities differs by the man.


QUESTION:  How long can you go without social media?

Answer – I don’t know, but I like the odds I could do better than most. Now if you said without the internet, yikes lol. See the unfair advantage I have over the younger generation, is I was an adult before social media. So I know how to live life without that bitch.

QUESTION:  Is it possible for someone to be in love with you after talking to you on the phone for less than a month?

Answer – Eh. My immediate response is no, because that’s STUPID! My follow-up would be no, because DA’HELL!

In all seriousness, my final answer would be no. I think love has no singular definition, but you know it when you experience it, if that makes sense. After a week of talking on the phone however, nah. I’m gonna stick with no. I think you can grow to be extremely comfortable…thoroughly enjoy the person’s company…and even start to have thoughts of being able to see yourself with them, but that’s it.

This is where one of the two parties has to be a realist with some relationship experience. Could it in fact be love? Of course, anything is possible. But odds are better, that you hit the ball out of the park and are enjoying the hell out of the honeymoon high stage. Sounds like a Candy Crush level lol.


Well that was fun. As soon as I find a way to make things more anonymous, maybe I can look into expanding this effort. Or maybe it’s too long. Who knows. I might need to do this again however. Much appreciation to all who submitted questions.

If you don’t see your question here, then I guess I have a real legitimate reason to do another one of these. Stay tuned!

VOLUNTEER OPPTY in DC | “Jaxon Day of Service”

Who:  Jaxon Marketing + Creative

What:  Jaxon Day of Service

When:  October 10, 2015 – 11:00 AM

Where:  Washington, DC

Unless you have been blessed to be born into a world where you are surrounded by affluence, you at least occasionally witness someone who is forced to live in substandard conditions.

In an attempt to lend a hand, the “Jaxon Day of Service” initiative was created by Keesha J. Atkins, founder and chief marketer of Jaxon Marketing + Creative– an upstart boutique marketing imprint based in the DC area.

When asked the main reason behind her decision to undertake this extremely worthwhile endeavor, Keesha responded:

“I really want philanthropy and community service to be a part of what Jaxon is ultimately about and stands for. I always thought to myself that if I were to ever start my own business, I want to get to a point where I can regularly donate and support a number of causes.”

With a rapidly approaching date for the “Day of Service” here is how you can lend a hand in the creation of care packages to be given out to the homeless on October 10th:

  • Visit to donate to the cause (the goal is to raise $2,000). Here you can also obtain a detailed account of the items to be included in the packs.
  • Share the link to the gofundme page, on any and all of your social media platforms.

In an ever changing world, an ever changing society, anyone can be dealt a bad hand that leads them to make decisions that can drastically affect their livelihood. We as a collective people can reach higher heights, when we all are able to prosper.

Because of this, whenever we have even the slightest opportunity to help someone else in need– we should jump at the opportunity to do so.

Cheers to making a difference.



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“Office Furniture” (excerpt)

“Office Furniture” is one of the stories to be found in my latest literary venture, Stranger Things, hopefully to be completed this year.


I’m sure I’m being called all kinds of bitches right now, she thought to herself. Good thing I don’t care. Responding to new emails that were making their way in, she continued moving numbers all over the screen, as she went back to reaffirming why she’s widely considered the most irreplaceable employee in the company.

As she continued to work, her vibrating cellphone caught her attention for a second, before she chose to ignore the call once she saw it was her almost sister-in-law. No doubt griping about something stupid as usual. Less than thirty seconds later her office line began ringing.

“Good afternoon. The Metronome Corp., North Region. Alison speaking, how may I help you?”

“Baby, it’s me.”

“Samuel?” she asked incredulously, while looking over at the caller ID. “Why are you calling me from Cece’s house?”

“You wouldn’t take my calls any other way. Never mind that though…”

As she sat on the phone shaking her head and looking down at the desk, the elevator door at the end of the hall opened and she was completely oblivious to the individual who stepped off, approaching. The gentleman stopped short of introducing himself once he saw she was on the phone. Just as Alison began to tap on her forehead with her left hand, she noticed a presence out of the corner of her eye. Looking up she saw a very unfamiliar face, looking back at her with a friendly grin.

“Ummm, Mr. Falls, can I call you back?” she hung up without a single fuck in the world to give to his opinion on the question. Curiosity had fully gotten the best of her, thanks to the visitor.

“Ms…Tryst?” he asked looking at her name tag. “I’m here to see Ms. Ngozi. She said you all had some furniture that needed to be moved.”

“Ummm, just a second.” Alison picked up her phone and called Christine. Looking at the nametag sewn into the man’s shirt. “Yes Christine, there’s a Mr. Keith here to see you about some furniture you needed moved…uh huh sure, no problem.”

Hanging up the phone she looked over at the young man and relayed the message from her boss that she would be right out. He nodded and sat down on a leather bench in the receiving area. The now completely distracted employee looked over at her screen and maximized Patricia’s messenger screen.

Alison (that’s me): what happened to Butch?
Patricia Arthur: I don’t know. Ate his self to death. Why?
Alison (that’s me): there’s a guy that just came up here that’s looking at these old desks we need moved. Let’s just say he does NOT look like Butch.
Patricia Arthur: I’m on the way.

Christine came out of her office and was met by the “Keith”, who stood to his feet extending his hand towards her as they exchanged pleasantries. Alison’s direct supervisor turned and led the unknown gentleman to the back corner office. At first glimpse Alison couldn’t tell if the man was large or if her vision was thrown off by the small stature of her boss, as they walked. But whatever the state of affairs, his back stole all of her attention. He was like an upside down triangle, but not in the overly muscular, steroid sense. He was solidly put together, with a young but not adolescent face. Bald, with the slightest bit of ink trying to peak out of the top of his collar on the left hand side. And his hands.

While they were in the office discussing the furniture, Alison’s cellphone started vibrating again, showing Cece’s number once more. She ignored it with more disdain than before, because she knew it was her ex. He had been attempting to contact her for months, ever since she got fed up with his lazy and complacent attitude. That plus the one time he messed over her money, was the last time. That relationship was beyond dead and she had no interest of revisiting it.

Turning back to her newfound curiosity, she looked into the company database at the engineer department, she did notice that the aforementioned “Butch” was no longer on the roster. And there was a vacancy listed there.

“Where’s anti-Butch?” Patricia said as she stepped off the elevator.
“Shhhh! You’re loud. They’re back there in the vacant office.” She replied, pointing in their direction.

“So give me the run down. Did I come up here for nothing or what? What’s he look like?”

Alison held her head down, exhaled and looked over her glasses. Then gestured in the direction of the office. Patricia, pulled a pink Starburst out of the candy dish, unwrapped it and slowly turned in that direction as Christine came out of the office with the young man behind her. She placed it in her mouth, smiled in their direction innocently then turned back to her girl.

“SHIT!” she mouthed slowly…


“The Life that Songs Unlocked” Project

Music is a necessary evil for me.

In fact, right after a need to write/create, music is something that sustains and satiates like nothing else can. It provides the only time in my life where I can totally let go, and not think, just be.


I’ve been a writer since forever and have grown to incorporate all different types of the form, into my comfort zone. Writing is so much of my life in fact, that I can almost pinpoint when I met groupings of friends and associates–by what type of writing they best know me for.

Over the past three to four years, I’ve moved away from poetry, and on to more prose. But even with one huge undertaking that I’m currently working on, I always think back to poetry. It’s like a craving that I can’t quite squelch.


In the creative process, I’m a huge proponent of not forcing things. So in my attempt to reconnect with poetry, I revisited a project that I’ve been thinking of doing for over ten years.


My idea was to take an album, that I was a huge fan of, and break it down track by track. Using each song as a topic for a poem. The original album all those years ago was going to be Maxwell’s Urban Hang Suite. But of course I wasn’t satisfied with that idea. I wanted to challenge myself. I wanted something outside of my usual.

Enter, Stevie Wonder’s “Songs in the Key of Life”. Widely revered as one of the most complete pieces of work in the history of music. Now I’m not the biggest Stevie Wonder aficionado by any stretch. But I’m more than understanding of the man’s genius. And I’ve heard “Songs in the Key of Life”, countless times. Yet I never really LISTENED to it. Which made it the perfect choice.

Not being the poet I used to be, I decided to break the double album down into it’s 4 Disc cd form. Will I ever complete the full monty of this work? Who knows. But this is at the least my best shot at a start. So without further adieu, I present…

“The Life that Songs Unlocked” Project | part One (click below)

Love’s in Need of Love Today
Have a Talk With God
Village Ghetto Land
Sir Duke

“The Life that Songs Unlocked” Project | part One

As inspired by Stevie Wonder’s iconic, “Songs in the Key of Life” (1976), contains quoted material that is the sole intellectual property of Stevie Wonder. All rights reserved.

:: contusion ::














superficial wounds
are not meant to hinder us
but to teach lessons


Copyright ©2014 by J.S. Atkins for Running Likwid Works

“The Life that Songs Unlocked” Project | part One
As inspired by Stevie Wonder’s iconic, “Songs in the Key of Life” (1976), contains quoted material that is the sole intellectual property of Stevie Wonder. All rights reserved.

:: have a talk with God ::

the present day

contrary to popular belief,
is not as different as some feel
just different in how it is presented,
the difference, are those dealing in the present

our way has been lost,
you can pick and choose why
but somewhere along the line we…
simply forgot the means to which they got by

regardless of race
gender, sexual preference
or socio-economic status, they
those that came before us, persevered

times have always been hard
and today’s struggle pales to the passed past,
but somehow some way, we are here through their efforts
and it does not take a scholar to determine, how

you come from indentured servitude,
you come from the sacrifice of life
for the mere opportunity of the promise for a better future,
you come from a lineage of people who accomplished more, with far less

yet you, I, we, all are at fault for empty complaints of nothingness

a lack of appreciation for what we have versus the alternative

accepting fear while shunning their passed on undying faith

rewriting a fate co-authored by the opposite of giving up

“there are people who have let the problems of today
lead them to conclude that for them life is not the way
but every problem has an answer and if yours you cannot find
you should talk it over to Him
he’ll give you peace of mind
when you feel your life’s too hard
just go have a talk with God”


Copyright ©2014 by J.S. Atkins for Running Likwid Works

“The Life that Songs Unlocked” Project | part One
As inspired by Stevie Wonder’s iconic, “Songs in the Key of Life” (1976), contains quoted material that is the sole intellectual property of Stevie Wonder. All rights reserved.

:: love’s in need of love today ::

is a euphemism


are we offended
by the thought of togetherness

proper syntax be damned
when our reality is,
just don’t like one another

hate the thought of love
love the thought of hate

so much so that we’ve embraced the idiocy behind
“if you’re not being hated, you’re not doing it right”

love’s in need of love today, like no time ever before seen

seeing scenes of negativity
relatively live in anti-ambiguity
on the medium we choose to be entertained by,
in what seems like perpetuity


we need love more than ever
when the images we love to see
are the antithesis of love…see,
how’s that for reality tv

they script for your perusal
what excites and moves you,
initiating foreplay on the energy
that is carnal and easy to access

further removing what is attainable
positive and gainful
leaving you feeling as though
love no longer exists, kinda like recess

the abscess of this self-loathing, can be filled if we allow it

are we offended
by the thought of togetherness


is we,
a euphemism

proper syntax be damned
if you hate improper english
more than you love the thought
of repairing society’s impact on a collective we

“hate’s goin’ round, breaking many hearts
stop it please, before it’s gone too far”

well no braille is needed to read the writing on the wall
for a prophet spoke of what was known then, not wondered
we can be…individually…happy
“right away, just give the world love”


Copyright ©2014 by J.S. Atkins for Running Likwid Works

“The Life that Songs Unlocked” Project | part One
As inspired by Stevie Wonder’s iconic, “Songs in the Key of Life” (1976), contains quoted material that is the sole intellectual property of Stevie Wonder. All rights reserved.

:: village ghetto land ::

this land is your land
it was never my land,
from the Watts towers
to vacant Barry Farms land

the chilled ran
birthed from homes
of fatherless woes man

leaving the children to run amuck,
birthed from homes absent of, a man

re-threading the spinning wheel
weaving a cycle of thicker fabric,
penetrating hopes of positivity
with unprotected hardened symbols, phallic

causing excuses to become reality,
hiding the hands of those responsible
while the victims embrace misgivings,
rendering any good favor, disabled

and the affluenza infected affluent
fauxly feign ignorance, viewing them, us, we but never they…incorrigible

well walk a mile in their over priced re-released J’s
shun their children and consume your own poison,
that which decades later still originates in your labs
before finding it’s way into those society’s persons

for it is your media and your mainstream proliferation of your money
that strengthens the power you wield in your hands,
and sadly I have to applaud your cleverly disguised actions
for it’s good business, to  happily supply what everyone demands

“now some folks say that we should be, glad for what we have
tell me, would you be happy…in Village Ghetto Land”


Copyright ©2013 by J.S. Atkins for Running Likwid Works

“The Life that Songs Unlocked” Project | part One
As inspired by Stevie Wonder’s iconic, “Songs in the Key of Life” (1976), contains quoted material that is the sole intellectual property of Stevie Wonder. All rights reserved.