I Have No Followers

Apparently I have nothing to say that's worth reading. My one and only dear follower, colleague, partner in crime and real estate has abandoned me and no new followers have appeared. OK She's back. And to add to this post, I don't know what the problem is but I was able to add myself as a follower by clicking on the link at the top of page.

Alone In My Thoughts

I sit back and watch as my world passes by,

with so many changes in friends.

Alone In My Thoughts, I long for another,

with whom to be holding hands.

And try as I must, to get through each day,

as each event seems to unfold

I find myself in deep despair

with the thought of becoming old.

Chorus:

Life is too short to spend it alone,

to work for nobody but me,

With a partner with whom I can share all my dreams,

a happier man I'd be.

But nor she sees the love that I have

or would she even believe,

Alone In My Thoughts, my dreams will win

As I cry myself to sleep.

In the lonely hours, just before dawn,

As I lie awake still then,

I can't help but think of the past that I've lived

And where I might have gone wrong.

And try as I might, to think of the times,

That may have truly been right

They were far and few and between, I am

Alone In My Thoughts tonight.

(c)09/20/2009 JJ Williams

Tuck In Your Shirt!

I want to keep this blog going and I've made a promise to myself to try and add something each day. I know I'm reaching for ideas on this post so I'll just roll with it for now.

Anyway, while working at the "bars" last night, I started penning a song. Or for now the idea for a song. You see, as Corrections Officer, it seems my primary job is to repeatedly tell the inmates to do something. Something that I was taught to do at a very young age and continue to do so to this day without being told.

It seems that they forget to do it, sometimes refuse to do it, and always hem and haw when told to do it. What is it? Well the song lyric might start like this.

"Tuck in your shirt and pull up your drawers
cuz no one wants to see that junk of yours!"

Why is it so difficult for them to do? It's not an ethnic or urban thing. Inmates of all color and creed seem to have the same clothing consultant. I'm beginning to think that the State provides the consultant to them like it does everything else!

(oooh that can be a whole new post idea. Remind me later to write it)

Ten Things I Know About Women

1. They have a misconception that all men are the same intellectually.
Wrong! Some men are dumber than others.

2. They think all men have only one thing on their minds.
Wrong! Some men have a lot on their minds but are scared to death to talk about it because of the heartless rejection.

3. They have a misconception that they can live without us.
This might be true! But it will be boring after a while when they realize they have nothing to complain about!

4. They all might have boobs, but they all don't know how to show them off!
Others shouldn't show them off at all!

5. They think we look down on them!
Wrong! They're just mostly shorter than men. Except Leslie from what I'm told.

6. They want you to look in their eyes when talking to them.
Wrong! If you ignore their boobs, they think there is something wrong with you!

7. You will never win an argument with a woman.
But if you let them get their way, instead of arguing, they think you're spineless.

8. They don't appreciate anything that they have.
And blame it on the man when they no longer have it to appreciate.

9. They can turn their cheek faster than a snake strikes a mouse when they don't want a kiss.
But neglect to give them a kiss when they want one, and you're suddenly a heartless man that doesn't care about her feelings!

10. I know that this post will make some women chuckle in knowing they accomplished what they set out to do.
CONFUSE THE HELL OUT EVERY MAN ON THE PLANET!

This post is dedicated to ALL women whom I have had the pleasure, (you know who you are) as well as displeasure of knowing (you too know who you are). You have totally screwed me up for life.

Turned Cheek Kiss and Half a Hug

There's a little thing that a woman does
I call the Turned Cheek Kiss and Half a Hug.

Though a perfect gentleman you stick to your wits
at the end of the night, not even a kiss.

She teases you with her musings of men
with verbal and physical motions and then

With one fell swoop at the end of the night,
sends you on your way without blinking an eye.

A Kiss In The Mist

She stands in the mist of the falling rain,
Gently brushing the drops from her face
She raises her chin and smiles back at him,
With a touch of love they embrace

As the drops that fall, into their eyes,
Make them blink as if a tear
A smile comes to each of their lips
As the clouds begin to clear

And as the sun’s rays wash the rain away
They look into each others eyes
With a sparkle in each that brightens the day
They kiss with no clouds in the sky

As the day turns to night and the moon shines bright
In the distance you hear them saying
When the day begins with a drenching rain,
Let it end with us gazing at heaven.

(c)09/13/2009 JJ Williams

A short thought.....

The past was just a fleeting moment in time.
The present is shorter than that.
And the future is merely a personal perception
of what one thinks one deserves.
(c)2007 JJ Williams

The Kitchen Table

I sit across from him at the kitchen table. He speaks from wisdom only found in those who have lived life fully. As a boy I don’t remember much time spent with him, but the time I do remember is precious to me. He probably doesn’t know just how important those times were. He probably doesn’t realize how much of him is me.

I find myself mimicking him often. Attempting to be as wise as he. My facade is only a cover hiding my inner torment of knowing I will never be as successful as he. I once said to him “Dad, why don’t you do something better with your life?”. I was much younger and very foolish. I know it hurt him then. How could I even believe that he was not a success even then.

Look at him sitting there, not a care in the world. Not owing a dime to anyone, and having his whole life to look back on. He tells stories of his past experiences to me each time I visit. And oh those stories. Most of which I’ve heard time and again. Never do they get old, never does he get old.

He grew up fast, having to deal with life on his own. His parents orphaned him as a preschooler. Leaving him to watch over his two younger brothers. Always trying to keep his only family together. Moving from one foster home to another made it tough. He learned to change diapers at age five. And me, foolishly saying make something of your life. Look at him now. He’s looking back at me from the other side of the table.

What makes a man? Not money or fame. Not fancy cars or the size of his portfolio. What makes a man is having the strength to stand up to his peers and say I am me. I have good and I have bad, and the combination is ME, and no one else.

He gives me my strength to strive for my ME. I have searched for it in many places and in many ways. I have failed at things I wanted so badly. Through it all, he has been there. Ready to pick me up by the seat of my pants, dust me off, and give me just enough courage to go out and look for ME again. That’s me now, sitting across from him at the table. Looking for another ounce of courage to go on. How much longer will he be there for me? In some ways forever! I only wish that I could be there for him by now. But I am still not ready. When will I ever be ready? When will I ever find ME?

As I glance toward my future I have to wonder, will I ever possess the wisdom that my father has? Will I ever have children that will respect and love me as I love my father? And will they sit across my kitchen table looking for my courage and wisdom?

Written by

John J. Williams, Jr.

(c)May 30, 1990

In Memory of my father

John J. Williams, Sr. October 20^th, 1919 - December 7^th, 1997

One day you're married and then you're not

Then you're thrown to the wolves to try and figure out what to do next! You have finances to consider, decisions to make, new relationships to build, all when at a point in your life you thought your finances were in order, you already made all the important decisions in your life and the relationships you had were thought to be life long!

You watch as the financial foundations crumble, realize that the Important Decisions you made were all wrong, and the relationship you thought you had was nothing more than playing the role of the societal norm. You then find that society has changed. Men as well as woman have changed, and you, or truly for the purpose of this blog, I have not changed. At least not at the core level but the new society passed me by.

The reality is that in order to accept what we must say is life, we have to contend with the changes of others. The emotions that they have suffered that changed them ultimately changes the way we relate and respond to them. You find your core beliefs to be fragile and about to fall apart just to fit in. You think about becoming one of those who have already crossed the line. A cheater, a lyer or a head game player. You have to grab every ounce of strength to stand your ground and keep your core in tact.

The new societal norm presents itself as a world filled with mistrust, lies, head games, worry and concern. I believe it is fueled by those who have been cheated on, lied to and taken advantage of. Those that have been the purveyor of those tactics seem not to realize the damage they have done to themselves, the receiver and society in general. Nor do they seem to care.

As one who has been a "receiver", of one or more of the tactics above, I now have a mistrust in those I once would have immediately responded to with honesty and without thought of them possibly lying to me. Instead, now I watch what I say, analyze what I hear and generally take what I'm told as being an untruth. That is sad and against everything I once believed in.

When you think the most important people in your life, those being your wife, husband or partner can do no harm, BEWARE!

So what does that say for people that aren't the closest to you or are new relationships being built? I'm now face to face with the new societal norm. A society that seems to not even recognize whether they're lying to themselves, playing head games with others or just being stupid. As comedian Ron White says: "You can't fix stupid!" Let's not forget those who do realize what they're doing, and have no remorse for the hurt they may cause or the lies they have told. Or the "honest" ones that tell you about things with the most up front and casual design that cuts like a knife. Sometimes for their pleasure and sometimes to avoid a relationship.

So one day you're married and one day you're not and you're faced with the realization that everything you once believed in no longer applies and all the lessons of life you learned, have to be re-learned!

What happened to "Do unto others as you would want them to do for you"? Has society gotten to the point of changing even the Golden Rule to read "Do unto others before they do it to you"?