Picture: Antonio (Fatty) Spears

Hello!

Today I would like to feature writer, college student and former fighter Antonio Spears on my page. I love inspiring work and loved the raw truth that rings through so clearly in his work. Enjoy!

The Cycle

Being where we’re from… what we go through is just a routine

We see gang violence.. racist cops.. and everything in between

So I sit back in wonder…. how’d it all come about

Then I realized the ghetto is to old for me myself to figure it out

This constant theme of violence has been going on for years

Aspects like Guns gangs and drugs has taken so many people tears

We see R.I.P written on walls… facebook….twitter ….it’s

everywhere we go

Waking up seeing the news cause us to show sympathy to families

we don’t even know

I wonder if I’m the only one that thinks it’s time for the madness to

stop

A generation dies off… but the ghetto isn’t worried… it just breeds a brand new crop

We start off lost in a system…. with some that can’t find their way

We learn the wrong ways to live and those ways causes us to stay

My generation is being taught by people that were never taught properly

And their generation were taught by even older cats that wasn’t taught properly

We’re being raised by the streets there’s no father figure in our lives

We’re taught by the OG’z and they say only the strong will survive

So violence erupts and before you know it your in and out of jail

Then you realize the stuff you were taught was all fake because

the hoods never there for your bail

Its hard to see us all fall for this same old story

the selfishness of the ghetto causes us to fall into the same

category

once you step foot in jail society no longer wants you

you see your family struggling so you do what you were taught too

after you make the decision the cycle starts over and the warrants start to pile

now the kid that grew up with no father…… is now the father not there for his child

Free is always good!

My new short story!

The Witch’s Curse

The sea air blew right threw me, cooling my sweat trodden skin. The sun and salty sea air had been brutal, making the restriction of my corsets unbearabl...e. The crew was busy swabbing deck, but I was busy with something else – worry.
I was asked to come along on this trip by my beau, Taylor Black. I wouldn’t usually agree to go on a voyage at sea, but Taylor is quite the sweet talker. I still remember the day he asked me.
“Emma, you must come. I won’t make it a day without you.”
“Taylor, I’ve already told you, a journey like this one is no place for a lady.”
“This is not a voyage for war or one where the freight is high in value. Many ladies have made similar voyages.” At this I just shook my head. “Love, if just one day without you is too much, than surely three months would kill me.”
“Oh Taylor,” I said, shaking his words away again. I’ve never been one to be easily swayed, but he did have a way with me. His hands clamped down on my shoulders and spun me around to face him, passion evident in his face.
“I’ve never been more true than what I’ve told you.” His eyes bore straight into my soul. “Emma, I need you by my side,” he said, and that was it. All it took was to see his hazel eyes pleading with me, his dark hair swept to the side, his square jaw and six foot frame all hanging on my decision. I love this persuasive bastard, this charming man who could get me to bend to his will so easily.
“If you need me by your side, that’s where I will be.”
Now here I am, four and a half months later and just beginning our voyage home. The time that I’ve spent with Taylor these last four months have been breathtaking. I catch him looking at me while he works with the crew, but my happiness hasn’t come without consequence. Two crew members have died already and I can feel something much much worse coming. I’ve felt it for weeks now. Looming over this day, with its bright blue sky and white puffy clouds like a great big lie.
The day started to go by quicker and lunch was splendid, because I sat with Taylor in the ships dining hall. The lot of us were snacking on fresh cheeses, fruits and breads that we had picked up on our last stop.
“How’s Daniel?” I asked.
“We’re hoping he won’t be the third dead on this trip, but I’m not looking to give up on him yet.”
“It’s Typhoid then, for sure?”
“Yes, it could be none other,” he answered.
I had recipes for Typhoid, but everything is so closely monitored on the ship I’d have to be clever; and even then, they might not have everything that I need. I doubt they kept eye of newt or blood of possum on hand, but the secretions from the eye of a reptile were imperative.
When the next fishing next had a sea snake slithering along on the deck I took it as a sign and shoved it into a burlap sack when no one was paying attention. I replaced the blood of a possum with the blood of a mouse and hoped it was strong enough. I gathered ginger, lemon, garlic, salt and a few other spices, then began following the recipe I had for Typhoid, from grandmothers recipe book.
The next time they took Daniel his soup, I slipped it in. Within the next few days, the crew could only explain what happened to Daniel as a miracle. He was walking around the deck and joining us in the dining room.
No one was the wiser.
So, why was Taylor’s brother, Sawyer, looking at me like that, like he knew something about me that everyone else didn’t. I had even caught him in a confrontation with Taylor earlier in the week. His hazel eyes burned with anger, when Taylor dismissed what he was saying.
“Impossible!” Taylor bristled and then when they saw me the conversation was over.
Butterflies were ravaging my insides, and the worry was getting worse as each day passed. Honestly, I thought now that Daniel was feeling better I would too, but I guess that he was not the curse that had been looming.
Taylor took my hand after lunch and led me back to his quarters. I knew this was our time; we didn’t get very much, but I cherished every second. Guilt pulled at me now and then for not telling Taylor that I was a witch, but if I did we could both be executed. So to protect him I kept that secret to myself. What if he found out and didn’t want to be with me anymore. I couldn’t take the chance.
When his lips met mine, all of my fears melted away. His hands were on my face pulling me to him, craving more than what my lips alone could give him.
“I love you,” he said just before the ship wrenched and threw us both to the floor.”
The curse was upon us and somehow I knew it was here for me. It’s followed my family for too long, for so many generations its wanted revenge.
“Stay here,” Taylor shouted.
“Taylor, no!” I screamed from behind him. When I finally scurried to my feet I ran for the door, but Taylor had locked me in. I was trapped, and my love was out on the deck with my curse.
“Taylor!” I shouted for a second time. I pounded on the door, but the ship wrenched again, and again I was on the ground. That was when my power, the piece of the All that I held inside began to grow. My skin became hot and a light layer of moisture laced my flesh. I cried out, the moan carrying on an invisible wave that lapped over and over again, in the direction of the doors. At my powers peak my whole body was buzzing. A high pitched screech escaped my lips and the doors to the deck blew open.
“It’s a storm,” the crew was shouting and pointing up at the sky. But I knew it was no storm, it was my families curse, the whole reason I was afraid of coming with Taylor from the beginning.
The wind was ripping at the sails and lightening was exploding inside this large mass of black clouds. A face emerged slowly form the clouds and with an animal like shriek its mouth opened, it’s sharp jagged teeth wanting to consume my happiness; wanting to consume Taylor!
“No” I answered back with a shriek of my own, my All glowing around my raised hands, propelling the ship forward, creating a force field like protection. The curse writhed in the sky like a wounded animal, so the cloud began to dissipate until it was gone.
I fell to the ground my energy completely evaporated.
“Witch!”
“Witch!” I heard more shouting from the crew.
I glanced at Sawyer who I had heard first, his face full of disgust. When I looked up into Taylor’s eyes I couldn’t stand what I saw. Shock or shame or maybe even betrayal, none of it belonged on the face of the man that I love. With what energy I had left I took off running for Taylor’s quarters and locked the doors behind me. What once held me prisoner now kept me safe.
Taylor was banging on the door yelling my name. Redeeming my trust I heard him yelling at the others to shut up, as they continued to shout “Witch!”
“Emma, please!”
Against my better judgment, I unlatched the lock and stepped back as Taylor burst in and locked the door behind him. My dark brown hair was frazzled and wiry around my head; Taylors face was shocked and ashen.
“Emma, what,” Taylor asked, at a loss for words.
I turned away, and just like he did the day he convinced me to come on this journey he clamped his arms down on my shoulders and spun me towards him. He did not speak, but instead kissed me long and hard.
“It doesn’t matter, Emma, I love you,” he said desperately.
I pulled away.
“How can it not matter? I lied to you. I’m a witch.”
“It doesn’t matter,” he insisted.
“How can it not matter?” I asked confused.
“It just doesn’t.”
“What about them?” I asked, referring to the crew. “They will probably kill me.” With tears staining my face. I still heard them outside the door chanting witch.
“I’ll handle them.”
“Taylor, I am a witch!”
“Then I am in love with a witch!” He yelled and then laughed, as if there was something funny.
“There’s more,” I said.
“What?”
“The curse.”
“The storm…” he presumed.
“Yes, it follows my family, it has for generations.”
“Why?”
“Not all witches are good, not even all of the witches in my bloodline are good and most likely the curse is seeking revenge.”
“I don’t care about the crew, I don’t care about the curse. I want to be with you.”
“Taylor I began to argue,”
He closed his eyes and opened them slowly. I saw a light glowing between us. When I looked down I saw there in his hand a glowing orb of light. My mind was racing to comprehend what it meant.
“Do you think you fought this curse off alone? Sawyer is wiping the memory of the crew as we speak.”
“Taylor,” I said.
He was a warlock; my hope soared and then crashed to its death. I’ll never escape it, Taylor, I am the curse.”
Taking my hand he said. “Then my sweet Emma, I am in love with the witch’s curse.”

The Journey of a Soul

"Should I?" I wondered, as I walked out of the viewing circle and towards my soul mate. He opened his arms and I stepped into his embrace, comforted by his presence. I knew beyond anything else that he truly cared for me, and I could see how worried he was for me.

"How long is this mission?" Aidan asked.

"Eighty-Seven years and twelve days; Earth time, of course,"

I said.

"Just a drop in the hat for us, love," Aidan said, gently stroking my arms, sending a thrill of comforting feelings washing through my body.

"I know, but I wish there was a way to take you with me. Even when I'm looking eternity in the face eighty-seven earth years seems like an excruciating time to be without you." Tears were filling my eyes now but I willed them away.

"It's not what fate has permitted," Aidan said, his blue-gray eyes shining down on me.

"It just sounds miserable," I sighed.

"You'll be back in my arms before you know it," he said, but as the words left his mouth he was staring at the portal that was growing brighter by the second. I knew he was afraid that I would also be lost in the life of the new era, and the thought sent panicked gusts of oxygen through my diaphragm. I had to change the subject.

"My favorite mission will always be 1912," I said, and I could feel my own starry eyed expression as I stared up at him.

"Ah, mine too, love." They were hard times, but it was a much more simple time that what you are going into now."

"It was better because we were together in that life. Will you watch me this time?" I asked, hopefully.

"Of course; I'll watch you every second. I'm proud of you darling. It will be hard to watch you loving someone else, while I'm on this side loving you - wanting you - and knowing that I can't have you. It will be hard watching you search for something that's missing knowing that thing is me, knowing you'll never find what you're looking for. I'll watch you struggle knowing that I can only help you a small amount from this side," Aidan said, melting my heart.

"Thank you," I said. "The others need me, they're lost." I added, implying that I would never leave him without very good reason.

The light of the portal had morphed his eyes into two glowing orbs. He smoothed my raven colored hair, and the look on his face faded my aura.

"Sweetheart," I said, my voice sounding pitifully weak.

"Millicent, I know you are strong; you're stronger than even you know, and when this life is over we can rejoice once again.

"Indeed," I answered.

I walked over to the portal dread filling me, but joy knocking on the door to my heart. Help is coming my beloved, you are not in this alone.

I stepped through the portal and was sent spiraling into a dark tunnel. My head, my body was squeezed tight. I couldn't move and the cold was ascending on me. The freezing sharp sting of the cold hit my scalp first, and that's where it stayed until it shot over my entire body engulfing me.

I screamed, as the cold set my skin into an icy fire. I was gagging and choking as beasts of Earth shoved devices into my mouth and nose. They poked and cut at me and the entire time I was freezing and screaming and grieving for the love I was missing in eternity.

Through the agony I heard Molly's sweet voice.

"Her name is Millicent," she said, and as Aidan faded from my mind I knew that my mission had begun.

Little Girl

Little girl how you like to be bad

Little girl how you make me so mad

Little girl for your future your care is so small

Little girl I doubt you care at all




Little girl your decisions hurt

Little girl so do the words that you blurt

Little girl your choices are shady

Little girl you should act like a lady






Little girl your hurting I understand

Little girl don't throw away your life for a man




Not the one that raised you

Not the one that lifts you off your feet

Not the ones that do what you do

Not any of the ones you meet



Little girl he's just a boy

Little girl he's not a toy


Little girl he's dangerous you'll see

Little girl don't end up like me



Little girl I tried to warn you

Little girl, I was little once too

Hailey's Dream

I was reading a fictional book about Summerland, a place where all your wildest dreams are at your fingertips, all you have to do is think about it, and then I fell asleep. I had a dream, and in my dream I was meeting my animal spirit, which just so happened to be the blackbird. ♥

I was surrounded by darkness and all I saw was a door, so I walked through it. There was a dirt path lined by trees on both sides. There was thick vegetation to the left and to the right there was a clearing. In the clearing there was a pond, a white bull, and grassy fields. I, of course think that dreaming of a white bull is pretty cool considering I'm a Taurus!

I was instantly drawn to the pond and when I dipped my hand into the water I was sucked in. I clawed my way to the surface and out when I heard a voice say, "Hailey, stay away from the water, it's bad."

It's not the first time I've heard this voice, when I was a child I still remember this voice from a dream that I had. It told me to wake up and that I had the power to control my dreams.

Was this my blackbird?

Has he been with me that long?

Even as I asked the question in my mind I hear his haunting, but comforting response. 

"So much longer."

My journey through Shakespeare

Right now I am reading Edward the Second and wish I had better insight into the vocabulary! 

Tis treason to be up against the king (It treason to go against the king)

So we shall have the people of our side (getting fuzzy, but we shall have our friends?)

For which his father's sake lean to the king (our friends will be chummy with the king to cover us)

but cannot brook a nightgown mushroom (wtf)

lol, maybe I'll catch on...I'm liking the story but it's not coming easy!!!