Inside The Circle

In this circle we all know the truth
and it shall be told
and then we create something worth
more than diamonds and gold
combining ingredients custom made from
hearts,souls,and minds
dedicated to one cause,the introduction of
of a art so well defined
this circle is like no other every part is truly
unique
jewels are what we give you every
time we speak
one of us is an angel who heart is
strong and pure
one of us is rebel who has to
control her own destiny and even the score
and then there is our leader who
pays the cost
no matter where she is in this world
she still the boss
and then there's me
the one who pushes the pen
so never think it's over
the fun now begins
we are the circle of the few who are chosen
to entertain your mind with sounds so
easily
spoken
so sit back and relax prop up your
feet
for now you also are one of us
the circle is now complete.

well, well, well look who it is. Jay loggin on the 1st post. or comment. whatever!

Alice (puts me) in Wondeerland

Alice I wonder...

.....if what I c is really U

.......appearing at face value, like fresh morning dew

.........I c in ur soul a richness repleat

...........with suttlties all awsum and sweet

............though ur understated manner, tells not the whole story

..............ur aura and smile reflects Jah's creative glory

...............So, I wonder Alice

.................as I view U,

....................Who's the blessed soul devoted 2 U!?

From One Storm to Another

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The personal story of Jeffrey Ames Parks:

"My name is Jeffrey Ames Parks. I was in a terrible storm called "Katrina." What a storm it was. It was such a terrible storm; it changed my entire life - more so than I ever thought imaginable. The reader of this is probably wondering, what do I mean by this? Please allow me to take the time to explain my words to you.

It all happened on 8/29/05 at 8:00 a.m. I will always remember that date for all the days of my life. Let me just say, to wake with water all over one's head is a nightmare in itself. The water that rose all the way to the roof.

Let me introduce the loves of my life that were so traumatically taken from me within a moment's time: First off, I have the beloved mother who birthed me. She had come from Terre Haute, Indiana to visit me and my family on our 18th wedding anniversary. She arrived in New Orleans on 8/5/05 at 9:00 p.m. Then, we have my wife of 18 years, Maria Keisha Torres Parks, whom I loved with all my life spirit. Maria gave me two babies who were twins. Their names are Asia Marie Torres Parks and Chad Jeremy Torres Parks. They were each 3 years old at the time of Katrina.

So, anyway, the waters took us to the roof of our house. All five of us found ourselves waiting on the roof for a helicopter because the water was so high. I had led the way to the roof with the twins in my arms: Asia in my left, Chad in my right. My wife was holding my belt buckle while my mom held her. We were waiting for the National Guard helicopter; an accident was waiting to happen.

We waited and waited with no apparent help in sight. All of a sudden, the nearby levee gave way. Water and more water pounded upon my very soul. We were swept up and on our way into the sea. Oh, how I went under! The chain we had formed broke within my very sight. Oh, what a tragic day that became part of the rest of my life! It is a day I will always remember, no matter what I do or say. I still always hear the baby's cry: "Help me, daddy, help me !!!!"

Two years later, I got a fateful call while I was in Dallas at the Convention Center. They had found the decomposing bodies. Transport was provided for me in order to determine if the remains were in fact my mom, wife and children. They were without a doubt because the clothes they had on were the same clothes they had on when I saw them last. The screams, the overwhelming loss -- I get choked up just thinking of it -- words will never explain. Just continue to pray for my strength in the Lord, so I don't go insane.

All I really wish and hope for with this story is that you cherish your loved one while you can because they will be gone one day. Thank you for reading, understanding and having the concern to pray for a wretch like me. If you really appreciate my story and relate to what I have written, please send a word of kindness to the following address: Jeffrey Ames Parks, c/o The Stewpot, 408 Park Ave., Dallas, TX 75201.

New address: 9901 Scyene Rd., Apt. 1106, Dallas, TX 75227 - Congratulations on your new home!

Before I close, know that I strive daily right now to become as self-sufficient as I was before that fateful, awful day that took my family and my job, as well. In New Orleans, I was a genuine shipping / receiving manager and fork lift operator. This was work I didn't mind doing because I was always thinking of the family before myself. So, if respect is due for such a tragic wretch as me, please reach out and help a man like me with a new beginning and security, and please do so sincerely.

God bless and God keep each and every one of you who took the time to read this entry.

I am truly yours,

Jeffrey Ames Parks

P.S. I survived to tell this story because of a tv antennae that was sticking up out of the water. As I lay stranded in the water, rigor mortis set into my left hand. I have difficulty moving my fingers. With the help of my Club Speakeasy friends, I can share this story with you today.

Never Say forever

Never say forever,
for I know it is’t real
It’s not something lasting,
It’s what you think you feel.
If you mean forever
just tell me that you’ll try,
But, Never say forever
because forever makes us cry.

Hee Hee Hee or Scrawling Your Dreams Onto the Back of a Shopping List Notepad

Hey y'all.
Here is a poem I wrote on March 16 of this year (2009). I hope you like it. I hope to contribute more poems and writings.

Hee, Hee, Hee

Or Scrawling Your Dreams Onto the Back of a Shopping List Notepad
By Alice
volunteer and writing teacher, Club Speakeasy


Unrequited Dreams
Unrequited Lust
Dreams falling into sallow pit of
Squash, bed, ugly neighborhood
Missing someone so much
Their absence is spiky to you
Dreams, Love, Money
Keep Your Feet on the Ground, and Keep Reaching For The Stars
Casey Kasem screwed me over
What is to be
of the College Girl who wanted
to be free
While the rest of the world
said Hee hee hee
What is to be
of Me
Where is your Place
If you do not slatheringly seek Money with Haste
Is it the Nine to Five
that keeps you Alive
or is that Jive
Want to be Free
Want to be Me


Please, do not copy.

Hi im new!

Oh yeah i know why i wanted to join is because i want to become a writer of fiction....mostly about my life with a mixture of fiction in it.

I will be posting the first part of my story callad (The Last Chance) this might change.