Thanksgiving? (The Thoughts of an African Indian)

This day I give thanks for your awful pandemic, killing those that weren't already killed by your guns. Thank you, oh thank you for the bloody slaughter of our women and children, we understand that no conquest comes without sacrifice. Thank you deeply for the seizing of our land, we more than appreciate the casinos you would give us later on for it. Thank you for The Braves, Redskins and Seminoles...it's nice to know that our image and heritage mean that much to you. Thank you for masking the hidden truth behind this day you've named a "holiday"; the benefits you've reaped in the sales of turkey mean nothing to our generations lost in your plan. Thank you...very...very...much.

A Capricorn Risin'

January '76, a baby is born...winter time in The Bronx in a womb full of scorn. A miracle was sent from The Lord. Because this baby met life bein' choked by his umbilical cord. He made it thru fine, they say, "in due time, everybody grows to learn about their purpose in life." Patience is a virtue, to come full circle, you've gotta make it thru all the struggle and strife. No male leader in the house to hunt wit'. So struggle is the one thing he had in abundance. But he would never change it or trade them for yours. Stared Satan in the face when he came to his door. The evil father of confusion and lies, told him things that had him lost in this world... he couldn't cope. Should've broke but he wouldn't break. All he did was complain about the pressure that he couldn't take. How was it that he made it thru the pain? Who was it that sat wit' him while he moved on the trains? Provided him protection in his underground shelter even slept next to him spendin' nights in the park. Why was he spared on his birth date? How could he try to take a life that wasn't his in the first place? So many questions wit' very little answers...Rules to this game of life, he doesn't understand them. He studied Islam, started trainin' for the distance. Read books of many kinds but somethin' was still missin'. The blindfold he was wearin', he finally took it off. Slowly but quite surely, he found out what he was lookin' for. In the sand there's been two pairs of footprints, his and a pair that he doesn't recognize. Slowly it starts to come to him, it's the man that held him in His arms before He put him in "Moms".Then he starts to remember happily, there was only one pair of footprints in the sand when He carried him. Now, he sees it vividly, dark demonic wizardry, the struggle and the strife were all a part of Satan's trickery. The Lord will allow torment to test your faith, stay faithful to Him 'cause He's faithful to you. He'll never give you a pair of shoes you can't wear. Or put more on you that you can't bear. Your struggle is your testimony, share your life wit' the world and let them know that God truly exists....Peace & Freedom.

Truly Yours,

Mitch L. Hennessy

Ghetto Blues: Summertimes and Sugar Sandwiches

The DJ's threw jams in the park on the block. Rainbow coquitos and skelzie tops. Since the concrete is hot, get a wrench for the hydrant. Get a bucket, it's the next best thing to the pool. The lil' shorties jumpin' double-dutch, the music in the air. Catch-n-kiss, you tried to catch the one that had the curly hair. Freeze tag, put your foot in. We're about to get a game... The piragua man is comin' so you call your mother's name. Either that or Mr. Softee, get a dollar if you could. Just the everyday activities when livin' in the hood. 7:30, be inside before the lights come on. Leave the park, beat the dark, feet leavin' sneaker marks. If the elevators broken, you gotta walk to your floor. Say, "peace out" to your homies before you walk in the door. Wash your hands before dinner, "Don't you go in them pots!" That's what your mother says but all the while, you're all in the pots. Fried Chicken, white rice, a few slices of bread. It might be all we have but please make sure the Kool-Aid is red. Gotta get your homework done to watch your show on the tube. Bedtime, you wash your body then you jump in the bed. Say your prayers before you do it...show you're grateful to God. Close your eyes and dream about the things that bring you relief. Gunshots and sirens are the lullaby that rocks you to sleep. Good Night.

Truly Yours,

Mitch Hennessy

Time: Too Much, Never Enough or None At All

This was inspired by a blog posted by a high school alum(What's up MeMe?). She talked about how these "social sites" allow you to get reaquainted with old friends and such. It made me think about it thoroughly...to myself, I say word. I've been able to catch up with cats I haven't spoken to in a decade. Cats that I've grown up with...The other night while IM chatting with one of those old "cronies" I asked him about other members of our crew and some of the news shocked me. See, he & I grew up in the projects together...and by the mighty grace of God, we were able to make it out. He expressed his joy over the fact that we were able to do it. A lot of our friends were not so lucky. So many of them died so young...and if they weren't dead, they were away in prison doing heavy time. In my opinion, prison is death as well...freedom is life and without that, you're dead. He told me how two of our boys were doing time. Heavy time...time...the concept of time is funny when you think about it. When you're free, there never seems to be enough hours in the day to do all of routined duties. When you're locked up, the time can't go by fast enough. After my friend expressed this joy he had, I thought about it with a calculating thought process. I looked out of the window of my current residence and for the first time in a long time, I thought about those project buildings. All this time, I'm looking down on the fact that I'm not where I want to be...Shamefully, I thought...at least I'm not where I was. When we were young, we didn't look at it like the ghetto...we were busy enjoying our youth. Flippin' on dirty mattresses, playing manhunt, skelzies, etc. That was life...growing up in that life is what caused some of our friends their death. Touching bases with these old friends has made me reminisce about those times more often. On one hand, I miss it there...but if you asked whether or not I would want to live there again, the answer would be an emphatic NO!!! Because I know now what I didn't then...Thank God for age and wisdom. That's why I'm never ashamed to tell people my real age...some of my friends won't get the chance. I do this for them. Peace & Freedom















Truly Yours,



Mitch Hennessy

A Trip To Love

While swimming in the infinities of space it seems

The constellations, moons and outer galaxies

Must be figments of my imagination or subconcious dreams

This feeling of flight nothing more than a fallacy

The blazing warmth of the sun, the beauty of Saturn's rings

I am lost in it's awesomeness, it's omnipotent flow

Floatin' on everything that is air watchin' living stars scattering

So much to see at one time, from here where do I go?

I can feel God's presence here, wrapped in all that is created holy

I feel the feelings of being here before, visions of the past

Emersed in the deep chapters of this real life never ending story

Wondering if all of this ambience is going to last

Despite the vast darkness and absence of time, I drown in this world above

To drown is to die, to die is to live, for where I am living is love

Truly Yours,

Mitch Hennessy

What Takes Years To Figure Out Can Be Forgotten In Seconds...

"Vengence is Mine" saith The Lord

Before I learned this, I had it set in my mind that when that finally came I would do some thing so raw that Satan would resent the day he decided to torment me...I often ask, why me? From the very day I was born, Satan has tried to keep me from reachin' my full potential. After years of wondering why, I figured out that it was because God had His hands on me...There are things that have happened in my life that if I did tell you, only most probably would half believe me. All that I can say is that after certain things happen to you; you have no other choice but to become in tune with the spiritual realm. Vengeance...the desire for revenge, it can consume you and drive you off of the path. "Vengeance is Mine" saith The Lord...After learning the true essence of this quote, I realized what that meant for me and I was surely pleased by the revelation. All of you who feel like I have felt, I say to you be patient. Trust in The Most High, your "revenge" will come thru His...Peace, Freedom & Blessings.

Truly Yours,

Mitch L. Hennessy

The Meaning Of It All...

Love....Life....What is love really?......Hell, what is life?.....Maybe love is when a man looks into the eyes of a woman and sees down to her soul....And in seeing her soul, he sees that part of him that's been missing since birth....I guess that's why they say, making love is becoming one with someone....But that's just it, most times when you lay with a person you run the risk of your souls not conjoining....That's when you're "making love".....Making something that isn't there to begin with.....But when they do connect, it's a beautiful thing.....Two souls become one in the same and the power of this unity's love is strong enough to create life....Creation of life...The greatest gift ever given besides life itself....And soon the life created by this unity will strengthen the love of the unified souls......Love....Life....Life.....Love....Love is life and life is love.....Peace & Love......Love your life.....

Truly Yours,
Mitch Hennessy

You hear the Alarm...WAKE UP!!! No Snoozin'!!!

Satan's greatest trick was convincing the world that he does not exist...Pull the wool from over your eyes. Reaganomics(crack/AIDS), Darfur, etc. are clear signs that there is an evil force afoot. Bloods v. Crips, Blacks v. Browns, Blacks v. Whites, Christians v. Jews v. Muslims. Divide & conquer is what that's called....Ultimately life comes down to two choices...Rightgeousness v. Wickedness. The wicked comes in all colors as do the rightgeous. I don't pretend to know it all because I don't. But I know more than most and I'm still learning. Everyday I try more and more to connect the proverbial dots that will eventually allow me to figure out my life's purpose. One thing I have learned is that The Most High in all of His omnipotence is very simple. Simplicity is the key. So many people "misoverstand" God's word making things more complicated than what they truly have to be. So much time & energy is spent looking above & beyond for the answers to life's mysteries that we are oblivious to the fact that said answers are right under our noses. Some people who have known me a long time ask me, "Why did I decide to let my hair grow?" When I tell them for strength, they're kind of thrown off a little. The Bible states that Samson the Nazirite's strength was in his hair. It also says, "As your days are long, so shall your strength be". Your hair grows every single day. I've been growing it ever since. Satan is the father of lies and confusion...keep it simple. The thoughts of the free thinkers will inevitably become contraband. Stay free. Till next time, Peace & Freedom



Truly Yours,
Mitch Hennessy