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September 18, 2008 - Thursday

Check out this event: Denham Harmon Wedding
Current mood: ecstatic
Category: Romance and Relationships

Hosted By: Adrienne and Mondrea
When: Friday Oct 17, 2008
at 5:00 PM
Where The Chateau Bu-sche'
11535 South Cicero
Alsip, IL 60803
United States
Description:
Adrienne and Mondrea

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Currently listening :
The Gospel
By Original Soundtrack
Release date: 2005-09-27

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July 4, 2008 - Friday

Home (not Stephanie Mills)
Current mood: tired
Category: Writing and Poetry

 

 

 

See I was sitting back,

Smokin a Phillie,

Insides Screaming help, but no one out side could hear me.

I keep forgetting, I'm the invisible man see,

I try to be hard with my Drive,

But it's to easy for others to

CONTROL, ALT, and DELETE ME.

See, my home is in the land of the windy.

Where the mayor spends more money on parks

Than on the homeless, where the lottery makes,

A killing and so do the students, who never get to share in the experience.

Of where the lottery money and Education are suppose to meet.

And if that's to deep, if the money for the lottery truly went

 To education you would have gotten my statement the first time b.

See my home is in the land of the windy

Where we have forgotten that thug life was an acronym

For a message so serious

The Hate U Give –Little Infants Fucks Everyone-

And I'll add of us.

7year old kids are screaming "BD" off the school buses

And I still puff my phillie, insides still screaming

But nobody outside wants to hear me.

So here I am, in this Dark place

Trying to shed a little light,

Sound intelligent,

Get a little applause,

And break away in a fast pace,

But the halls for poetry

Can no longer hold me

These words, Abrasive or loving

For the holy, or that average muthafu*a

I will no longer discriminate.

Time to pick up the pace not giving a fuck what other people think,

Causes to many of our babies are doing them one or the other bids.

Death or the Jail House

At least with Death it happens once.

Jail you die over and over and over again.

You see my home is in the land of the windy.

Where phoney nigga's act, like they don't know ya.

Don't want to admit that they have phamily in 26th an California.

And if they would admit it

It's for there own status,

Cause if you check they ain't put shit on their commissary.

It's all about the I, wont think about the We,

Which leaves Us in the cold.

I want to stop in the middle of this piece,

TO GIVE AN UHURRU, AND A SA SA,

To every locked down cat who every wrote to me.

You are never forgotten and your stories will live on in me,

THE INTELLIGENT NEGRO WITH NO COLLEGE DEGREE.

But cultivating, this courageous lyrical crop that I chose to sow seed into

A sprinkle of younger poets and mc's to follow after me.

            I live in the city of windy

Where there's a need of a Justice League Of Poetry

No need for Super girl, wonder woman, or batman

Cause we have Deana Dean, M'Reld, and Disco poetry

Drea and Quest are my wonder twins, The Song Bird is

My Black Canary Ahav is the enforcer.

And this might sound funny or unreal but the youth as well as the old

Need a new hero to feel, and

I'm just a Ghetto Dweller undercover like professor Xavier

Putting the fake and weak on notice, if ya spittin garbage,

Don't post it.

Destruction to my future

Don't quote it,

Tricking my weaker minded sistah into abuse

I will expose ya, and if ya never buy anything from me,

God! Will know that I shot the devils sheriff an then I wrote a poem for ya.

My home is in the land of the windy with my Pham, my friends, and my enemies.

It's were broken bottles are scattered on Southside streets

Where Pimps, Perpetuate, Impossiable, Posabilities, Perpetrating, implausible, fallacies

Produced as fantasy where impregnation and disease is a reality.

Trying to block out spirituality and to thee I sing.

Land of the pilgrim's pride, land where my ancestors died,

Land where the fake ride high

And yes the land where preachers sound like poets and now they are condemned

Ya got to be kidding me, Thousands of people on a Sunday

Contemplating taking their lives

Fuck seeing Monday and a cat with some swagger tells them

Joy will come in the morning giving them just a little bit more

To hold on to and you get spooked

Cause they prove to be as humane as you

You cat's are funny not smarter than the average dummy.

But it is the place I call home

In the land of the windy

Spittin fire, till the fire is extinguished in me

And then I will truly be Home.

 

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May 11, 2008 - Sunday

Ex Terror Squad - Moment Of Truth ( Fat Joe Diss )
Current mood: argumentative
Category: NUMB Life



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HpYGHgdtQJo

THE STORM IS COMING WILL U STAND THE RAIN WILL I SEE FAIRWEATHER FRIENDS WHERE DO YOU FALL IN.

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Mothers Time
Current mood: breezy
Category: Writing and Poetry

HAPPY MOTHERS DAY,THE TRUE EARTH DAY.

CAUSE WE COME FROM THE EARTH(MOTHER)

WE WILL RETURN TO THE EARTH(MOTHER)

AND WE MUST RESPECT THE EARTH(MOTHER)

OR THE EARTH(MOTHER)  WILL STOP PRODUCING.

SO MOTHERS(EARTH) LOVE YOU SON'S AND DAUGHTERS(STARS)

KEEPING IN LINE WITH THE  ORDERS, 

OF SURVIVAL, SANCTUARY EDUCATION AND MOST IMPORTANT LOVE. CAUSE WHEN MOTHER(EARTH) IS GONE YOUR WORDS SOUND LIKE THIS...

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No one to have my back when i fall,

Wipe my tears tell me it's ok when i call.

Momma God called you in 2000 but it still hurts,

As if it was just moments ago.

Looking at you, every time a mirror catches my stare

My carnal still gets pissed cause your not hear.

Who truly understands your baby?

Cause lord knows he's going through.

Sometimes the end of a knife

Seems so soothing.

I try to share and i try to speak, but this world

Have become so self- centered i chose to be quiet again.

I feel alone a lot since you've been gone

Getting kind of tired of almost getting stepped on.

The one who's DNA I model is no longer here to guide me,

Now looking for the hidden coded message you left for me, Son of Shango,

Mother OSHUN, hungry for verbal milk that gives me eargasims,

Protein and courage to face these upcoming storms.

I know there were times that I thought i knew it all,

And you would sit back and when it blew up i could always come home.

But home seems so far away and I'm truly feeling tired,

Feet getting heavy and my eyes burning and i feel i have no more tears to cry.

Just to hear your voice, to hear your laugh, to hear you sing, too

Smell your essence, and your cooking, to look into eyes that truly look like mine.

To be your Son and you, you be my MOM.

I want to scream God you didn't need her and you knew i did.

But I guess that's why you took her for the things and gifts you gave her she instilled in me so it was time for her to greater works and my job here is to carry on but i still feel alone a lot since you've been gone

And maybe never will this pain subside but at least

I know what true love feels like. Not searching on the Internet,

Or hanging in bars a love that came from sacrifice,

And left an unclose able scar, a love that will stand the test of time,

And cant be changed by a divorce courts gavel. Or a Maury's he is the babies father.

I just wanted to tell you I feel alone a lot since you been gone,

And i don't know sometimes how i will move on,

But knowing I am you, I will.

I Love you Nathelda Mae O'Connor also known as...MOM!

Your, son Mondrea  (tiger)

LOVE THEM HARD CAUSE SOMETIMES IT WAS HARD FOR THEM TO LOVE YOU. ONE LUV PHAM.

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May 7, 2008 - Wednesday

vENTING

I LIVE IN A WORLD,

WHERE REAL, REEL, AND REALITY

JUST LULE'S ME INTO A FANTASY,

WHERE NEGROPHILLA, AND BEASTIALITY,

ARE THE LIFE PROFESSIONS OF THE MAJORITY,

VIDEOS AND FAKE PROPHETS PREACH

HOW TO BE IMMORALE TO ME.

WEAK PARENTS SEEM TO IGNORE ME.

I WEAR THIS MASK BECAUSE INVIISABLE,

IS WHAT I CHOOSE TO BE.

FOR THE RAGE MUST SUBSIDE IN ME,

YOUNG KIDS ARE CHOPPING WEIGHT

AND SMOKIN, DON'T KNOW HOW TO

CONJEGATE A VERBS BUT GUN-TOTEN.

 SO BUSY LOOKING FOR OTHER PEOPLES WEAKNESS

THAT OUR OWN ARE BEING PROMOTED.

THE FAMILY UNIT IS BECOMING A JOKE,

BILL AN CLAIR HUXTABLE

WON'T BE ABLE TO SAVE US ANYMORE.

AFTER PE DISBANDED, I ALMOST FORGET WHAT I WAS FIGHTING FOR.

BUT YOUNG GIRLS ON BUS STOPS

USING LANGUAGE

THAT WOULD MAKE SAILORS STOP.

BABIE'S IN GARBAGE CANS,

WITH PLASTIC AROUND THERE HEADS,

MORE COMMONLY FOUND,

THAN BOTTLE TOPS.

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GUNSHOT'S FINDING MORE ACCESS,

TO OUR CHILDREN, THAN OUR CHILDREN,

FINDING ACCESS TO GOD.

AND I GET A QUICK REMINDER OF

WHAT THE HELL I'M FIGHTING FOR.

LITTLE GIRLS AT NIGHT CLUBS,

WITH THERE LITTLE, LITTLE SISTER'S

CLOTHES ON.

YOUNG GIRLS HAVING BABIES AT TWELVE

BEING A GRANDMOTHER AT TWENTY-ONE.

EVERBODIES SEEN TYLER PERRY'S

FAMILY REUNION, AND ONLY A FEW OF YA GET IT.

DAMN. WHAT WILL IT TAKE TO ………….

HOLD UP, HOLD UP, LADIES,

I ASK FOR YOUR FORGIVENESS,

WOMEN IN STRIP CLUBS, WOULNT BE MAKING

ALL THAT MONEY ENTICEING YOUNGER GIRLS

IF REAL MEN KEPT THEY ASS HOME.

HO'S WOULD HAVE NO PROFFESION

IF MEN WOULD STOP THE DIRESPECTING

PUT IN THE WORK FOR THAT ONE QUEENS ATTENTION.

WE MEN BANKROLL PROSTITUION AND PIMPIN

BLAME IT ON NO DADDIES, AND BULLSHITEN.

LIFE WAS HARD, WELL I AGREE,

BUT I REFUSE TO DO TO YOU WHAT

SLAVEMASTERS HAVE DONE TO ME.

AND, I CAN SAY ME,

FOR I SPEAK WITH THEVOICE

OF OUR ANCESTORS WHO PUT THAT

BLESSING ON ME.

YOU CAT'S ARE A CON,

SEE, I USE TO WANNA BE LIKE MIKE,

BUT NOW SPITTIN THESE GIFTS,

THROUGH THESE AFRICAN FIGURED GOD KISSED

LIPS.

MICHEAL'S SLAM DUNKS SEEM LIKE,

ORDINARY SWISHES. AN NO ONE GET'S EXCITED,

OVER THIS.

I WATCH THE NEWS DAILY

SO THAT MEANS DAILY I'M PISSED.

PRAYING, CAUSE OUR YOUTH,

KEEPS FILLETTING ONE ANOTHER.

LOOKING, TO SING THAT MCDONALDS SLOGAN

"OVER ONE MILLION SERVED"OR SLAIN.

WE HAVE THE POWER TO PAINT A DIFFERENT

A DIFFERENT PICTURE, PUT DOWN THE PITTY POT

AND LIFT UP THE RIGHTEOUS SCRIPTURE.

AND IF YOU CAN'T TELL BY NOW

I'M STILL NOT MAD BUT I'M STILL VENTING.

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April 18, 2008 - Friday

LET THE RECORD SHOW U MUST BE GANGSTA WITH THE TRUTH.
Current mood: rebellious

 

In 1961, a young African-American man, after hearing President John F. Kennedy's challenge to, 'Ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country,' gave up his student deferment, left college in Virginia and voluntarily joined the Marines. 

 

In 1963, this man, having completed his two years of service in the Marines, volunteered again to become a Navy corpsman. (They provide medical assistance to the Marines as well as to Navy personnel.) 

 

The man did so well in corpsman school that he was the valedictorian and became a cardiopulmonary technician. Not surprisingly, he was assigned to the Navy's premier medical facility, Bethesda Naval Hospital , as a member of the commander in chief's medical team, and helped care for President Lyndon B. Johnson after his 1966 surgery.

 

For his service on the team, which he left in 1967, the White House awarded him three letters of commendation.

What is even more remarkable is that this man entered the Marines and Navy not many years after the two branches began to become integrated.

 

While this young man was serving six years on active duty, Vice President Dick Cheney, who was born the same year as the Marine/ sailor, received five deferments, four for being an undergraduate and graduate student and one for being a prospective father.

 

 Presidents Bill Clinton and George W. Bush, both five years younger than the African-American youth, used their student deferments to stay in college until 1968. Both then avoided going on active duty through family connections.

 

 Who is the real patriot? The young man who interrupted his studies to serve his country for six years or our three political leaders who beat the system? Are the patriots the people who actually sacrifice something or those who merely talk about their love of the country?

 

 After leaving the service of his country, the young African-American finished his final year of college, entered the seminary, was ordained as a minister, and eventually became pastor of a large church in one of America 's biggest cities.

 

This man is Rev. Jeremiah Wright, the retiring pastor of Trinity United Church of Christ.

 

He Earned the right to speak, just in case you may think that being an American is not enough!

NOW OPEN YOUR EYES OPEN YOURMIND BEFORE YOU OPEN YOUR MOUTH.

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February 24, 2008 - Sunday

FIXING OUR SITUATION, ARE YOU DOWN.
Current mood: contemplative
Category: Life

This message is for my family and if you receive a copy of this that's how i feel about you, and trust me there are some you know,who won't know anything about this until you tell me.Now down to business, I was watching a couple of video's and it hit me alot of these characters in these movies like the men and women in why did i get married( the movie) are a successful group of people, there is a line in the movie where Tyler is looking at another brother and said did ya think we would be doing this well. there are so many people who become successful by the inspiration of the folk they hang around. I am truly tired of being sick and tired and i must do something about it and i will follow my heavenly instructor on this, to make a long story short I'm walking by faith and not by sight... I'm the co-founder of a company called RELEASE 2 RECEIVE we work well with those who are trying to pay off their Mortgage in less than half the time you are working with now and that's not even the tip of the ice-burg. Yes i said mortgage damn renting, it's time for us to own. For my Bible tells me that I'm an heir not a renter I own. I've come to the decision that if Jesus only needed twelve to travel with him all these friends list of over a hundred people is down right pitiful if we can not link up and work together and some of you i would like to see more often than I have and you know that's just to long. In my hustle's for money I've been in Chicago twice and have been there for at least months at a time and have not seen my dad in God knows how long my blood sister once, my blood brother God knows how long that's been and some of you, my God I want to shed a tear now Real talk I don't hear white folks having this problem and I don't want us to meet up at my funeral cause that will truly do me no good.If you are setting up or working a business i need to know how i can play a part-cause I realize I need you that's why i call you friend.Saying all of this I'm asking you to check my website www.release2receive.org  and see how we are working somethings out so our young ins coming behind us wont have to work so hard.(sounds familiar huh) I guess we are growing up.please read the whole site there is another company on the site called FDI that cleans up your credit it has taken some people's scores of 400 and moved them  into the 680 range just check if ya interested or have some critiques hit me those who don't take the time to read it beginning of march i will let you go that is not a threat but the Bible teaches so as a man think so he is. I'm wealthy, my friends are wealthy,  my children are wealthy and if i don't have, it is because i didn't not ask. I'm asking you all so we may help each other so we can visit when we want to visit and if really think about it who haven't you see in your family, what can  you do to get you business off the ground it's time family I know i have not talked to you in a while but consider this my," I LOVE YOU, MISS YOU, NEED YOU "and did i say Love you letter." WE CAN DO ALL THINGS IN CHRIST WHO STRENGHTENS US." Believe it I do. I'm asking to read give feedback and i can be a blessing come on board just to break it down to you in a more professional and truly life changing way. all I ask for is your time, that, for now anyway is still free, and give me feedback or something by March1st.. Your Brother Mondrea.


Currently watching :
Tyler Perry's Why Did I Get Married? (Full Screen Edition)
Release date: 12 February, 2008

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February 11, 2008 - Monday

Other side of Me.
Current mood: anxious

There she goes walking out the door,

True hustler mad game wit a stare saying she's ready for more.

Come hither glance's, attitude on point i better have something clever to say than haven't i seen you somewhere before. Knowing the baggage i carry and the mistakes i made just wanting to be free in the sunshine and engulf in Guess what's shade.

There she goes walking out the door

Trying to come up wit some line that would give me at least and hour more.

I know she makes her paper her my space page tells me that so what can this shotta do to have her holla back. Think carefully let Jah's blessing swell in me tell the truth of how she's such an enigma, Guess What is truly the right name, for she can be that while mystery that this rude boi might try to tame. No disrespect never, just trying to catch every one of her sad songs, and make them better hold that umbrella in rainy weather (unless she prefers to get wet.) but alas I've gone to far speaking in my head what can you offer some one who you meet on the internet. ... Just the truth in a tyme where folks feed on lies, like the one i left my hometown for, change my status on myspace for, then to find out she was a moviemaker whore. There she goes walking out the door and if i could have two words to say they would be ----Guess What...

                               Shots Mondrea.

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May 16, 2007 - Wednesday

Going Home.
Current mood: sad
Category: News and Politics

A time for Silence,Yolanda Denise King, the Rev. Martin Luther King Jr.'s eldest child who pursued her father's dream of racial harmony through acting and motivational speaking, has died. She was 51.

King died late Tuesday in Santa Monica, California, said Steve Klein, a spokesman for the King Center. The family did not know the cause of death but that relatives think it might have been a heart problem, he said.

Born on November 17, 1955, in Montgomery, Alabama, King was just an infant when her home was bombed during the turbulent civil rights era.

As an actress, she appeared in numerous films, including "Ghosts of Mississippi, " and even played Rosa Parks in the 1978 miniseries "King."

One of her father's close aides in the civil rights movement, the Rev. Joseph Lowery, said Wednesday he was stunned and saddened by the news of King's death.

"Yolanda was lovely. She wore the mantle of princess, and she wore it with dignity and charm," Lowery said. "She was a warm and gentle person and was thoroughly committed to the movement and found her own means of expressing that commitment through drama."

King -- an actor, speaker and producer -- was the founder and head of Higher Ground Productions, billed as a "gateway for inner peace, unity and global transformation. " On her company's Web site, King described her mission as encouraging personal growth and positive social change.

King also was an author and held memberships in the Southern Christian Leadership Conference -- which her father co-founded in 1957 -- and the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People. Her death comes more than a year after the death of her mother, Coretta Scott King.

She was the most visible and outspoken among the Kings' four children during this year's Martin Luther King Day in January, the first since her mother's death. At her father's former Atlanta church, Ebenezer Baptist, she performed a series of solo skits that told stories including a girl's first ride on a desegregated bus and a college student's recollection of the 1963 desegregation of Birmingham, Alabama.

She also urged the audience to be a force for peace and love, and to use the King holiday each year to ask tough questions about their own beliefs on prejudice.

"We must keep reaching across the table and, in the tradition of Martin Luther King Jr. and Coretta Scott King, feed each other," King said.

When asked then by The Associated Press how she was dealing with the loss of her mother, King responded: "I connected with her spirit so strongly. I am in direct contact with her spirit, and that has given me so much peace and so much strength."

The flag at The King Center, which Coretta Scott King founded in 1968 and where she was a board member, was lowered to half-staff on Wednesday.

Survivors include her sister, the Rev. Bernice A. King and brothers Martin Luther King III and Dexter Scott King.

Arrangements were to be announced later, the family said in a statement.

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May 7, 2007 - Monday

Mothers Day.
Current mood: cold
Category: Writing and Poetry

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I feel alone a lot since you been gone,

No one to have my back when i fall,

Wipe my tears tell me it's ok when i call.

Momma God called you in 2000 but it still hurts,

As if it was just moments ago.

Looking at you, every time a mirror catches my stare

My carnal still gets pissed cause your not hear.

Who truly understands your baby,

Cause lord knows he's going through.

Sometimes the end of a knife

Seems so soothing.

I try to share and i try to speak, but this world

Have become so self- centered i chose to be quiet again.

I feel alone a lot since you've been gone

Getting kind of tired of almost getting stepped on.

The one who's D NA i model is no longer here to guide me,

Now looking for the hidden coded message you left for me, Son of Shango,

Mother OSHUN, hungry for verbal milk that gives me eargasims,

Protein and courage to face these upcoming storms.

I know there were times that I thought i knew it all,

And you would sit back and when it blew up i could always come home.

But home seems so far away and I'm truly feeling tired,

Feet getting heavy and my eyes burning and i feel i have no more tears to cry.

Just to hear your voice, to hear your laugh, to hear you sing, too

Smell your essence, and your cooking, to look into eyes that truly look like mine.

To be your Son and you, you be my MOM.

I want to scream God you didn't need her and you knew i did.

But I guess that's why you took her for the things and gifts you gave her she instilled in me so it was time for her to greater works and my job here is to carry on but i still feel alone a lot since you've been gone

And maybe be never will this pain subside but at least

I know what true love feels like. Not searching on the Internet,

Or hanging in bars a love that came from sacrifice,

And left an unclose able scar, a love that will stand the test of time,

And cant be changed by a divorce courts gavel. Or a Maury's he is the babies father.

I just wanted to tell you I feel alone a lot since you been gone,

And i don't know sometimes how i will move on,

But knowing I am you, I will.

I Love you Nathelda Mae O'Connor also known as...MOM!

Your, son Mondrea  (tiger)

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Currently listening :
Live from Another Level
By Israel & New Breed
Release date: 04 May, 2004

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