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Something About Me and My Book:
I am a Freelance Inspirational Author of African Descent. My Present Book I am assembling for Publishing is entitled. The African Journals Vol I "Things That I Would Tell You If I Could". Is the first Title in the Series. I am preparing to publish. The book takes a rather different approach to storytelling through thought provoking Prose and eclectic Poetic explorations of the authors Life Journey. By looking inward at His Spiritual Levels of Maturation. In a decidedly different way. Using Prose as an Artistic Canvas with Words as the Colorful paints conveying stories of Wisdom on Display..Life began until it ends..We live we share we say we embrace we part we pray..

Chapter Thirty Six
I am the Wind Inside

Tis so true I often disguise myself..As the thinnest air..
I choose to become..Allowing everyone..to breathe and
touch..A tiny part of me..Withholding my true life giving..
life saving energy from none..

For it is I..Though only now dressed..In this garment so
sheer..As a singular inhaled breath..Who must touch daily
every life form..For without me no living being..Can truly
even begin to better know..The very real meaning of health..

Each and every day without fail..I must circumnavigate
Every nook and corner of my creation..As I must soar
glide and daily blow..Caressing all waiting life bearing
vessels..Filling each and every life form..Now sustained
so completely..By my winds daily uninterrupted flow..

From soaring and roaring past and over high mountains..
To the churning agitated deepest depths of the highest seas..
Tis so very true no living thing..Shall have a right to possess..
The fragile breath of my life..If I do not appear so urgently..
As the next softly blowing gentle breeze..

In some places I can become fierce Hostile cold and
distant..Very difficult to inhale approach and touch..Even
Living itself can become an event so truly difficult..When
the voice of my angered roar..Becomes the icy stinging
terror..Whose mighty suffocating viselike grip is such..

From a single sustained blast of my arctic winters breath..
Even the very thought of survival must flee..For without
my true tempered humility and compassion..My grace and
mercy truly released..None would have my breath of life
given daily..As an unappreciated by many..Gift delivered
at a price so free..

For though I am the wind inside..Each well measured
breath given day to day..Surely none would ever be..Left
to survive in this life..Without the Living Spirit..Of this very
powerful wind..Now still blowing inside of you and me..

Excerpted From "The Creation Chronicles" Vol III
A.C. "After Creation" Authored By Daton O. Fullard
Copyrighted 2008 ©

The African Journals Vol I

"There are many issues that divide..We have to find the right ones that unite us..Or we all lose Our capacity to be able to be..The New Authors Writers and Agents of the very Change..We say we desire and seek..For this Day is "The Dawning of Our Possibility"..Daton O. Fullard 2009 This Piece is dedicated to all those who came before us..To give us a Vision of What We each can someday aspire to be..Their many names are written in the Library of My Blood and Soul..It is The very first page..Of The Book of My Possibility

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"The Dawning of Our Possibility"

I am so Joyous today..For I am being flooded
with a range of possibilities..Which are gently
overwhelming my Spirit and My Soul..Every
precious thing and everyone..Is now so newly
alive within me..Awakening powerful thoughts
of what we can begin to dream and achieve..

If we will just allow ourselves to become great
enough..To expand to absorb and meet..These
new energies being released..That can soon
fulfill..Our immense capacities to change this
world..Of ours even more..If we just become
brave enough to work together..Willing to tear
down the inner fences that separate us..By
nation wealth class race tribe..Our corruptible
ideologies..and instead start today to really
invest in..What we truly say we do believe..

Now so gently place your hand over your heart..
For each beat is another possibility escaped..To
do and show each of Us Our inner greatness..For
I want the Power of my words..To awaken inside
you the Amazing..Arouse in you the Magnificent..
Explore beside you the Infinite..Touch and unleash
within you the Possible..Help free and set loose
the Unimaginable..Stimulate your Inner and Outer
Spiritual Awareness..Until you begin to see..All
that you and I can aspire to be..Then perhaps you
too will be able to better see..All we each need to
yet be..

For when you and I shall choose to stand together..
Side by side and become united in Our Hope for
a better World to emerge from us as One..When
we finally realize this possibility..Of all the Greatest
possibilities is now within Our grasp..Anything we
set our Hearts Souls and Minds too..As a Global
Human Family..Is Our Gift to Our new generations..
Yet to come..

For there are many new challenges we must begin
to soon face..If only we can begin to teach each..one
person..We are nearest to this simple lesson..of Love
We have always been able..When we decide to share..
Our Mercy Compassion and Our Grace..Maybe then
we can all learn to live happily..In this same time and
space..

If we do not start to embrace this message today
When can we ever truly begin ? For our Time here on
this planet is so very brief..We each must soon decide..
What kind of footprints..We all shall desire to soon
leave behind my friends..

Footprints left in sand shall soon wash immediately
away..Footprints purchased by wealth..without Truth
No one will ever hear what they have to say..For I
want mine not of platinum nor gold..But to be like a
humble bit of coal..To be changed by the pressures
of My Wisdom..Acquired in this life..To become the
greatest and most brilliant..diamond..Always radiating
this Precious Jewel of Peace and Possibility..Now
so truly alive..And breathing in My Heart My Mind and
My Soul..

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many blessings to all

Excerpted from "The African Journals" Vol I
"The Things I Would Say To You If I Could"
Authored By Daton O. Fullard
Copyrighted 2008 © All Rights Reserved


When

When dry eyes can find no new tears..
When unhealthy bodies can find no
more years
When wars can find no more soldiers
to fight them
When Humanity has abolished all of its
reasons to embrace its fears

When we find enough love to replace
all of our hate
When we celebrate no borders between us
When we willingly refuse to capitulate
When we grasp destiny and choose to define
our own time and fate

When we lift every child to its potential
before its own clock ticks to late
When we hold every adult accountable
When we refuse to be less than great

When we refuse to share what we have
learned
When we replace our unwillingness to
teach
When we no longer need imperfect ladders
to climb
When everything we desire is now within
our reach

When I can stretch across time and touch
your heart with a word a tear a smile and
an embrace
When we have done all these things so
very well
When you and I shall stand together side
by side and finally realize..
We have always been able to share and
live happily in this same time and space..

If not today When ?

Excerpted from "The African Journals" Vol I
"The Things I Would Say To You If I Could"
Authored By Daton O. Fullard
Copyrighted 2008 © All Rights Reserved

Chapter Thirty Six
I am the Wind Inside

Tis so true I often disguise myself..As the thinnest air..
I choose to become..Allowing everyone..to breathe and
touch..A tiny part of me..Withholding my true life giving..
Life saving energy from none..

For it is I..Though only now dressed..In this garment so
sheer..As a singular inhaled breath..Who must touch daily
every life form..For without me no living being..Can truly
even begin to better know..The very real meaning of health..

Each and every day without fail..I must circumnavigate..
Every nook and corner of my creation..As I must soar
glide and daily blow..Caressing all waiting life bearing
vessels..Filling each and every life form..Now sustained
so completely..By my winds daily uninterrupted flow..

From soaring and roaring past and over high mountains..
To the churning agitated deepest depths of the highest seas..
Tis so very true no living thing..Shall have a right to possess..
The fragile breath of my life..If I do not appear so urgently..
As the next softly blowing gentle breeze..


Excerpted from "The Creation Chronicles" Vol III
A Piece Entitled.."I Am The Wind Inside"
Authored by Daton O.Fullard
Copyrighted 1997 All rights reserved ©

"No Ordinary Poet Not I"

Before I was an Original thought
Developing in My Creator's Mind..
He already knew in what window
I Would begin this walk..That would
Eventually place me into this..
Moment of now..In my own coming
life and time..

Before there was even Creation
So still as no Life vessel had yet to be..
By Grace I was there in his Heart
Where He once also sheltered me..

Even when His Greatest works soon
began..He allowed me to be near
enough to scan..Even though I was clothed
in my nothingness..To reach up to him..
To be able to begin to understand..

When the first mists of energy of the
Creation..Began to assemble and form..
He still held me near enough to Him
To keep my trembling heart so warm..

For even in his great mind..He still
knew that I..Was not to be in my
Own time..No Ordinary Poet..Passing by
through this life..With no clue..
Surely in His mind..Not one such as I..

When my life and time..Came need to
begin..We He and I already knew..Even
then..Before I inhaled my first breath of
this Life..from Him..Who was going to be..
My very best companion..Mentor and
dearest life long friend..

For no Ordinary Poet..Not I..could ever
be..Knowing what I was allowed to have
Flowing..From Him into and then out of
me..Giving Validity to all things..Even
those the Human eye..Can never have hope
to see..No Ordinary Poet Not I could be

For No Ordinary Poet Could I ever..By
the infinite Grace of Him ever be..Less
than The standard set..When He took a
tiny part of His life..Then so very care
fully began to fashion and Create me..

Birth to Mother to earth..I was then by him
set so free..Dressed in His words of immense
thought and Power..Soon Blowing like a
storm..Desiring only to be set free..For
when ordinary suddenly becomes extraordinary..
I wisely did not ask why..He..Simply looked
at me as a Father..and said..No Ordinary
Son could come from..One such as I..
For Thou art to be a reflection of me..

Excerpted from "The African Journals" Vol I
"The Things I Would Say To You If I Could"
Authored By Daton O. Fullard
Copyrighted 2008 © All Rights Reserved

There is no doubt in my mind whatsoever that Poetry is most certainly a Divine Gift..It has been a catalyst in every aspect of my own Life..From constructing simple lyrics one uses in Music..To telling real stories of our emotional angst..through songs..To eventually moving into deeper textures and shadings as Prose..As I myself matured more in this Life..I began to realize more and more..How Poetry can truly affect each and everyone of us. In some way each day..When its Truth to Power is finally fully understood by us..

We can aspire to better understand this Part of Our Creators Gift to us..Which allows us as Poets to be able to draw a little nearer..Too His more Powerful Language of Life..When He Speaks or Thinks..Everything in Life is Affected..From the simplest to the complex..Yet we who desire or aspire to connect to this Infinite Power..Must approach it with great Respect and even Greater Humility..

For when this Power is unleashed through Poetry..All of its true Beauty begins to bathe all.. Who are blessed to hear, soak or bask in its glow..For it is only then when we finally do get it..We become connected to all we need to know..The Library of Life opens its Books for us to read..We often are allowed to interpret and express through Our words selected so real..The tremendous range of infinite possibilities..Our Creator allows each of us to begin to more fully explore experience and feel..

Chapter Forty Eight
Tears from a Rainbow

So suddenly I wandered
Self absorbed fully lost
in the clothes of my pain
When out of nowhere
appeared a rainbow of steam
rising up from the tears of a
Cloud..Freeing itself from the
Last remnants of a passing rain

It bathed the sky in brilliant hues
that soon..Demanded look at me
Look at me..for I want you to truly see
Forget about everything else it screamed
But please do try and remember me

Do embrace this hasty image of mine
For I too shall so soon
Vanish once again into the mist
For nothing shall soon
remain of me except these
now disappearing vapors..
That can prove that I even exist

So embrace this image so truly fine..
Save this retained vision to be
Stored away by you in this
The real Closet of your lifetime

For I chose you in this day
and in this..Precious moment
in time..To ponder this vision
of me..Dressed in all my vivid
colors so glorious so sublime

For I am just a ghost
Stealing into a moment
of your life’s space
Before I shall rush so
Soon away to visit another
in a different Time and place

Excerpted From The African Journals Vol I
"Things That I would Say to You If I Could"
Copyright 2008 Daton O. Fullard


Shadows of My Soul

From Birth we become fascinated by shadows..
For they do dwell wherever there is any light..
Why do we carry there presence so easily within..
As we dance daily between daytime and night..

When we do not want what we decide to do..To
be seen by all in plain sight..We often will seek..
To conceal our trail..By walking only in the safer
confining shadows of the night..When we know
Most certainly that what we may be doing is
surely..Just this other side of being what is right..

Yet we seek to wear our disguise as shadows..
Which eventually will engulf our very souls..
Trapping us in our prisons manipulation of lies..
We help maintain through self deceit..We dress
ourselves in so fashionable and quite bold..

My shadow has never once abandoned me..
Why because it needs me..To carry it into the
light..It thrives as it survives and eagerly will
express..Such unbridled joy when I so hastily
choose..My own wrong over what it too knows
is so right..

My shadow and I have fought so many battles..
Although I have won some and lost quite a few..
I have finally decided to put away my many
walks..In the darkness of my own shadows..
For today I have committed to place..All that I
will do from now..In the light of my life's plain
view..

For no longer will I seek to hide my behavior..
In worry born out of my own insecurity and fear..
For I have finally defeated my dragon of shadows..
It is such a wondrous and unique feeling..To now
finally begin to see everything..Including myself
So beautiful and for the first time..so truly clear..

Excerpted from "The African Journals" Vol I
"The Things I Would Say To You If I Could"
Authored By Daton O. Fullard
copyrighted 2008 ©

From The Front Porch:
The House of Ignorance

"I was born into ignorance but
in ignorance I chose not to remain..
Far greater is Our Creator's..
Growth Within each of us..
When we walk as one..
In this His true Domain..

Sharing His powerful Wisdom..
Wrapped in true elegance of
Words so simple and plain..
Soon leaving behind our prison..
Casting aside our limitations by..
Embracing His Knowledge..
which became a healing much
needed balm for our pain..

seeking His pasture of Freedom
while leaving behind the jail
of our own ignorance's reign..
allowing those who so choose..
to stay behind tightly bound
in their own chaos and chains..

excerpted from "The Creation Chronicles"
Authored by Daton O. Fullard
Copyrighted 2008 ©


Daton O. Fullard Says...

"Random Thoughts"
Excerpted from The African Journals

Love is improvisation so spontaneous..
Like a Poet slow dancing with words..
Each glowing alive with anticipation..
Knowing and caressing all that He See's..
Which is truly so compellingly profound..
For each struck note is an element..
Imitating vibrating and Emanating these
visible structures of his minds many sounds..
As we daily must touch this ground..

Of pleasures to be tasted touched and heard..
As free leaves airborne circle and soon..
Arrange a canopy of thoughts so beautifully
as his life's rain filled deeds and words..

Art is a Chameleon with so many dimensions
so true..Captured just for a moment Displayed
and expressed as Colors flowing forth from
deep inside of me and you..

Passion is the heat of the moment intense and
so strong..Fleeting after visiting so briefly before
subsiding..As a wave spent before moving on..

Friend is from here to there..Whether up or down
neither round nor square..When one is in need I
know I am blessed indeed for the many ways I
know you will always truly care "Random Thoughts"
© copyright 2008 all right reserved

Music
Every note is part of the Creation alphabet..
a lyrical melodic harmonic song..
of rare Platinum and Gold..
Tis our Tale that must be played and told..
Its very instrument is Our daily Lives..
The sound is Our pleasure to grasp..
to taste embrace and behold..

TV
For me TV is A desert of wasted time..
for it suffocates all it envelopes..
leaving behind only a vast wasteland of
empty minds..When tv rises to become a
garden of promise..with rays of hope radiating
as the Sun's Lifeline..I will be the first to
reconnect..to all that flows from my bloodline

Books
My Favorite Books are Written but are not yet Published
The Creation Chronicles Vol I II III IV V
The African Journals Vol I

Strange Wind Thy Touch is Cold

A breeze once balmy caressed me
So near air so clear so cold
Tis a hint of new storm a brewing
Poised to soon tell a tale ne'r told

From direction soon desirous of need
Land barren of men souls of women
Clasped to rent garments stained of hate
Lacking in honor replaced with greed

Came I upon a route so lacking
Where none with souls touched
By truth nor capacity to care
Oh breeze I screamed do protect
Thy son from that which is so wretched
Soon gathered to no joyous purpose over there

Soon came thy horse drawn carriage
With no visible rider to be seen
Only the wails of those trapped
Forever in vials of hate pickled
In liquored heartless sauce so mean

Sad I stood glued to this moment
No peril no fear shall touch this brow
For my balmy breeze has protected me
As this vessel of lost souls sailed by
When heart warm still flutters
With lighted joy filled soul
Tis such a smile of love still hovers
From Strange wind thy touch so cold

Excerpted from "The African Journal Vol I"
"Things I would Tell you If I could"
copyrighted 2008 Authored by Daton O. Fullard

The Uniqueness Of You

From The Front Porch:
The Uniqueness of You

With great clarity of sensitivity
Soon awakened with vision so true
Of now past remembrances once released
So considered as images soon arrange
Themselves so hurriedly as spice filled
New racier visions and thoughts of you

So cluttered in narrow time and space
I found such hope willful renewed
As my revived heartbeat now raced
All triggered and fully stimulated with pace
By the uniqueness of your beauty such
Sublime au natural elegance and grace

Oh chocolate thou art true divine
From cashmere skin to lightly
Rouged cheeks ruby red lips now
Silhouetted around my Eros so fine
Velvet covered scantily clad words
Caressing my many thoughts of you
Each one shaken and stirred again
Come so fully alive now in my mind
Oh remembrance of thou once entwined

Fierce coupled passion so wicked entranced
So Erotic so fiery a taste of many
Creams like ebony butter so spread
As soaring tempered emotions run unherded
Once stampeded by lust of wine
Descend stairs as my thoughts once shed
Of you fully collapsed so utterly exhausted
Now fully steamed once perspiring but now
Recovering so wantonly spent in my bed

Oh tis a special event so oblique
Refusing shape or container of form
Determined once again to wake me
Make me arouse so alive newborn

From whence direction came these
Silent thought enclosed footprints
Eclectic wind warm cool and so blue
Carrying a wafting fragrant but slightly
Suggestive and vulgar scent of your sex
Dressed so naked explicit and raw yet
Still so raunchingly clothed only in
The True Uniqueness of You

© copyrighted 2008 Excerpted from
The Poetic Treatise "An Ode To Women Divine"
"Things that I would say to you if I could"
The African Journal vol I
Authored By Daton O. Fullard


My Interests:
Writing Books of Life and Poetry,
Photography is my Mistress,
Videography is the visual images
that flow outward from my Soul,

Music is the Soundtrack of My Life,
Art is all that I am allowed to see
embrace release and behold,

Producing and Directing are my
Geminian Twins Darth and Yoda
Who have watched over me since birth,
My Living Creator and My Family
define My Heaven and Earth,

I drink Life I inhale My Creator and
Exhale myself through My Poetry,
pushing myself for excellence I strive
Technology is My Internet Vehicle
I so enjoy taking out for a drive,

The Ocean is my Blood,
Air is the Father of My Soul,
Fire is My Mother, A special Woman
in the center of my life so bold

The Earth is My connection to My
Mortality it reminds each day not
to waste its Time, Wisdom is my
Favorite Teacher, Understanding is
My Favorite Guide, Knowledge is My
very best Friend, Yet in the comfort
of The Library of Truth that is
My favorite Place to reside and hide,

Dreams
Dreams are my gifts of Flowers..
One does nothing to earn them..
But imagine the beauty hidden in
their seeds so rare..They appear
to dance as music plays..between
a fantasy and reality we share..

An Ode To Women: "The Radiance of You"
Chapter Forty Nine
The Radiance of You

One night as I slept a magnificent Woman..Royally born of Graceful elegance so true..
Came and sat down next to me in my sleep..She then began to describe to me..So well in my dreams the future coming of you..

"She said" Came I as one Daughter of My Creator..From One I have become so many Tree leaves..With so many endless colors I now call..My daughters shall be like rains eternal mist..Glowing forth..Enveloped in a rainbow Dress..Soon to be seen by all..

And to you my son..As so gently I hold your body in my lap..I now place this dream of mine in your head..When the right day will come..It is then when your sleeping words shall awaken..To be set free..They will by you soon have such..A greater need to be spoken and read..

For every woman who is a true daughter of mine shall feel you..For in your dream..I shall hide My Creators still Living Glow..By this His Cloak of Divinity..I now hide in your words..My True Spirit some will finally come to know..

Your Living Words when unleashed..Shall soon become My Life's powerful ray..To help awaken My Daughters to their true possibilities..They each must rise up to become someday..For by these blessed words..Now dressed so well by me..It is you I alone entrust so completely to set free..That you may someday say to them all..For it was I that chose you to send..Among them to lift their Spirits..To un-tether their True inner Radiance..From the dark mean shadows that exploit beckon and call..

So Unleash and let your Spirit Glow..As My Daughters I once gave birth to you all..Allowing each one of you to become..My Glory an a Joy in my sight..To become the very brightest light that your children...and future families will ever come to know..For my hope for each of you..Is now so sealed in these words..Which are that you will each rise up..and do continue to grow..

To become The Future Nubian Queens of tomorrow..By answering today Destiny's.. challenge and call..Go forth and Define for me The Future..You will all soon help to write..So the entire world will soon come to know..Why I have hidden My Divine Radiance..So very well once concealed in you all...

"The Radiance of You"
Excerpted from The African Journals Vol I
"Things I Would Say To You If I Could"
Written by Daton O.Fullard
Copyrighted 2008 ©
An Ode to Women
All rights reserved may not be used copied
or reprinted without written Authorization

No Mountain too high to Climb

He stared in silence at the mirror
As his image soon arranged it self
In this glass like frame of space
How was it he thought that his skin color
So soon became the unwilling icon
Representative of his character’s content
Now enveloped so falsely in the minds
of those in this truly inhospitable place

What manner of men he thought
Could be so unwilling to embrace
His talent knowledge and skill
Yet be so willing to reject him
His ideas intellect and integrity
Solely because of his ethnicity
Outward skin color an race

Momentarily he drifted away
From today this time spent
Now considering His own
present circumstance as he wept
It was then he remembered
No mountain is too high to climb
When one frees himself from the prison
of others shackles of ignorance and
in so doing begins a path lit anew
by creating his own defining steps

He soon remembered an ancient
Story told him as a child about
a powerful African warrior once banned
Left by a jealous and fearful King
who placed him all alone in the desert
With no friends no supplies but the
Sun howling wind and the shifting sand
He soon fondly remembered his powerful
tale of survival as he began to consider
his situation and formulate his plan

The Warrior knew that the sun was a very
fierce unrelenting and powerful adversary
One his strength cunning and knowledge
even his guile could never hope to defeat
For he soon knew that without any water
His powerful body could not ever hope to
survive in this deserts unforgiving heat

The Warrior knew that the wind was very angry
Able to blow howl and scream for days on end
Yet here he was now stranded all alone in this desert
With so little hope no supplies to protect his life or skin

The Warrior first looked all around
with a thirst for any available answers
But at first all he could see was a vast
unrelenting sea of endless sand
He thought to himself that truly in order
to have any possible chance to survive
He would need to very soon come up
with some kind of a workable plan

This Powerful African Warrior soon decided
that the first thing on his list of things to do
was to drop down humbly on his knees
As he knelt down and very quietly began to pray
Because deep in his heart he truly knew
that though all these many things seemed to be
so completely arranged against him
This very proud but now humbled African Warrior
knew inside he needed to survive not tomorrow
but only this sojourn of his first day

The Warrior knew he would very soon need the
greater strength understanding and wisdom
of his Creator from within and above
Yet he still was taken aback afterward
when he opened his eyes and he saw
for the very first time gathered around him
The tiny desert animals he would
so soon grow to fiercely respect then love

For The Warrior knew that in side of
themselves that it was they who truly
held the keys to his survival
Even though he was soon tired
and hungry he decided that they
Would not be the first food
that he would choose to soon eat
He watched them waited and
soon learned what they knew
As they became comfortable with him
and soon lay at ease near his feet

The Warrior studied very carefully their
specific actions he soon mastered
and mimicked their every move
As gradually he began to finally
grasp and understand that this
was truly their home and precious land
For surely he thought them to be
much wiser stronger more cunning
and powerful than he
Because his future and his fragile
life’s balance was now so
completely placed in their hands

They soon taught him how to safely
hide himself from the Sun’s power
during the paralyzing heat of the day
Then taught him how to try and
move about as a friend only in the night
When the Goddess Moon was fully on display

Their constant activity soon led him to
a tiny oasis that he could never have
ever found on his own..It had water
palm dates and some shaded areas
Providing a home for him in the wind blown
midst of this desert world so striking
far far away from all the familiar
things he had once known

He gradually began to realize the things
that he once embraced and knew
Had so precious little utility nor value
in this severe and quite harsh place
Which demanded as payment from him
a new entirely different mindset
Whose life rhythm flowed to a unique
very different beat harmony and pace

Soon his minutes spent became
long hours days became weeks
Months soon became years as he no longer
yearned for what used to be his old home
Strangely he soon found a new sense
of fulfillment he had never before
experienced now somehow come fully alive
in his spirit heart mind and bones

As The Great Warrior reminisced one day
he very fondly remembered
the first greatest lesson that he had learned
from that very first day he had
spent in the desert and on its sands
That if you can not survive the first day
tomorrow can never truly be
a vital part of your life's fragile plans

The Warrior now knew he had come to
better understand the power of the Sun
and appreciate the intensity of its glow
He also had come to understand the harmony
and true cycles of the powerful winds
That were such a vital yet integral part
of this vast deserts ebb an flow

For when he first arrived he remembered
that he did not think that anyone or anything
had a chance of surviving long in this
quite harsh and very demanding place
yet years later here he still stood alive today
somehow he had become living proof
of how The Spirit of Life chose to
survive in him providing some protections
he did not know could even exist
in this vast beautiful almost endless space

Excerpted from the "African Journals Vol I"
"Things I Would Tell You If I Could"
Authored by Daton O. Fullard
Copyrighted 2008 ©

Some of the older Players who raised me would say..
This is the real diddy and the Code of the inner city:

"Confessions of a Gent"

"Before you open that door
to go out to play..Make sure
that you know what you
want your clothes to say..
about you..

Another One of their Ten
Commandments of the Hood was:

Dress well at all times..
Even if you don't have
the latest in Fashion
Still find a way to shine..
What is truly your Passion..

Make sure that what you
select to say is always true..
Make sure what you wear
always looks good on you..

Remember to always rep well
your house and your hood..
A true dressing Man always
makes anything look good..

It is just part of who we are..
What we wear is just another
part of the car..we roll in
What we say and truly believe..
Must always be the Star..
If you ain't willing to play
don't step up to the bar

Always remember who gives
us the very next Breath..
Is the right one to Please..
If we want to first keep
Our Life and Health.."

Just a few of my rules to
live by from a piece entitled
"Confessions of a Gent: U ain't
one if you were not raised
by one" Live well and share..
Truth to Power..!!

The African Journals Vol I
"Things I would say to you if I could"
Copyright Daton O.Fullard 2008 ©
daton

Daton O Fullard's Blog

From The Front Porch: The Day After History Was Made



From The Front Porch: The Day After History Was Made





It was a day that was to be unlike any other

For it was the day a new Chapter in this life book

Was about to be written a new verse soon read

To be written with raw emotion and imbued

With quiet silent power where the vote that

Would soon rewrite all American and Global

History would with such certainty..finally be said



For on this day… Continue

Posted on December 6, 2008 at 11:10pm

From The Front Porch: A Dream For America



From The Front Porch: A Dream For America







Last night when I sought sleep. It just somehow kept moving further and further away. Every time I would say please just come a little closer to be near to me. It would move further back and say just chill not just yet OK. I then said fine but please just tell me what it is. That you want my tired sore eyes to see. It was then that I looked up to see. All my African and American… Continue

Posted on December 6, 2008 at 11:07pm

From The Front Porch: Came This Dawn of America's Son







Came this dawn of America's Son



from humbled ashes i arose

carried forward with neither

bitterness born from an innate

ability to persevere and cope



came the morning clouds of

their mantle of determined

ambition where they came

and placed before me a prayer

wrapped up in the

Audacity of their Hope



from tainted water of pain

once red worn white before… Continue

Posted on December 6, 2008 at 11:04pm

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