NO More White Tees |
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Why have we black men reduced ourselves to wearing white tees? Is it because we have lost our identity?...
Posted by Phillip Lacoi on Sat, 25 Aug 2007 10:51:00 PST |
Why so Blue? |
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Sometimes I dream in black and white.
Only to wake up and face a world that is not quite so simple.
Not to mentio...
Posted by Phillip Lacoi on Tue, 05 Jun 2007 05:07:00 PST |
Slow Dancing |
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In relationships sometimes we play with fire. The warmth and brightness draws us in. Sometimes ...
Posted by Phillip Lacoi on Tue, 05 Jun 2007 05:05:00 PST |
My Grandma |
To the woman that never told me no.
Grandma,
Some people say you spoiled me rotten but I don't think that is the case. You just wanted to teach me a lesson in love and appreciation. ...
Posted by Phillip Lacoi on Mon, 18 Dec 2006 04:36:00 PST |
Moments in the Past |
I Can't Sleep
Lying next to you one night has me chasing the sun,
Sending distress signals hoping for the night to come,
So I can revisit you in your secret place,
I can't sleep cause ly...
Posted by Phillip Lacoi on Mon, 18 Dec 2006 02:31:00 PST |
She Doesn't Know |
To the Woman That Doesn't Know That She Knows Me
I saw her from across the room, it got so crowded in my mind there was only space next to you.
first time around I was captured by her grace, dr...
Posted by Phillip Lacoi on Mon, 18 Dec 2006 02:29:00 PST |
Humanity has Become Profanity |
Cover My Eyes
Cover my eyes that I may look inward,
Cover my eyes so that I am no longer impressed with the person in the mirror,
Until my brother and my sister are standing next to me.
For they share...
Posted by Phillip Lacoi on Mon, 18 Dec 2006 02:12:00 PST |
Between the Lines |
Not Everything is in Black and White.
Silent cries haunted by echoes in the dark,
Whispers from a broken heart,
Tasting the bitter pains of loneliness,
Suffocating in the grasps of your own ...
Posted by Phillip Lacoi on Mon, 18 Dec 2006 02:10:00 PST |
To A Rose That Withered Before My Eyes |
My Little Red Flower
I don't recall the hour when you came to me,
I was intoxicated by your femininity,
My flower grew up from the South,
Her smile blooms like outstretched arms across her face...
Posted by Phillip Lacoi on Mon, 18 Dec 2006 02:26:00 PST |
In YOU |
You have to be you and feel good about what you are doing. You get there when you are at your best not at others idea of what your best is. No one knows your potential better than you, but at the same...
Posted by Phillip Lacoi on Mon, 02 Oct 2006 08:35:00 PST |
