INNOCENT THOUGHTS OF A GUILTY MAN

The sun was high in the sky this particular Spring day in Los Angeles with not one cloud to find like one big lemon drop in a big blue ocean. I walked the streets of Hollywood with old friends I had not seen in some time, not since I left the brick laid streets of Baltimore in search of a passion I could not let go of... They often advertise about Dreams and how far they can take you, but they never really mention, that they also can take you far away from people you care about, people you love. After hours of marching through the tourist crowded streets of Hollywood and Highland, laughing at poorly dressed street performers, smiling at the hands in the concrete of the stars who's legacies were cemented in eternity, and jumping back from the people draped in live pet snakes, we made our way to a quiet back street in a tucked away place that only few knew about, those who needed to know. As we came off the elevator to the roof top level the sun seemed closer, the breeze warmer, ...

Let's pack another suitcase, let's take another trip, You know we get it popping in any city pick. But we heading to Louisiana, where them country girls are thick. But we both some city slickers, they ain't ready for that sh*t. And it's Mardi Gras, we came to here party y'all, Please keep the shots coming cause we here to do it all. And you know how it goes when you light skin and you wavy, And she staring at you thinking about the pretty babies, Making plans for the future, but we making plans too. But our plans end in the morning when the next day comes through, See I'll treat you like a princess baby you are my Cinderella, But when the clock strikes, We both return to the prior status before we met up, But there no tears only thank you's and keep in touch, Because when you're both about the evening, The morning's don't mean that much. Sitting at dinner tables on outdoor patios while it's breezy, Good food, conversation...

I remember the first time that I saw her, The first time she ever got close. I remember falling in love with her freckles, Trying to decide which one I loved most. I would spend hours trying to count them, But there was always one I'd miss. I would draw circles with my tongue all around them, There wasn't one I didn't try to kiss. She was my beautiful freckled face baby, She was my spotted Leopard of love, Her body all speckled and amazing, It drove me crazy with every touch. I would daydream about our kids, We'd have a whole little freckled bunch, And we'd argue over the names we'd give, I'd say Cashmere and she'd say "You're nuts", But somethings aren't meant to be, I guess somethings aren't meant to last, But she's still my beautiful freckled face baby, And I reminisce on our spotted past.

She said how could you do this to me? You told me that you loved me. You've probably just forgotten, You'd remember if you hugged me. And she standing there, Reaching her arms out for me to take her. But I told myself no more lies, I promised I wouldn't be a faker, So I stood there, The writer that couldn't come up with the words, And she just stared at me, Tears falling down hitting the earth. She was my first love, She was my first love, She was the type of girl you get, When you don't deserve love. Because you too young and dumb, So you desert love, Puppy love is such a dessert love, The sweetest you'll ever get on this earth love. The best kisses I ever got was from the worst love. She said what am I supposed to do, I changed my life for you? Where am I supposed to go, I drove all night for you? I changed my whole life plan, to be right with you? I even went out, and aborted life for you. Her words cut me so deep it's like a kn...

Sitting in the guidance counselor's office a younger Dave sat, She asking me in ten years, "where do you see yourself at"? A good question indeed, before I proceed, Let's consider where I'm at now to understand what I could be. A young man in college, on his quest for the knowledge, Ride wasn't fly but he kept his wheels polished. Two bedroom apartment tucked away in the projects, Just met a girl body shaped like a Goddess, And to be honest, he was a bit tired of the parade, Girls marching in and out at any time of the day. Plus on top of that he had just found his passion, Mr. Director, they waiting on you to call out action. Fell in love with the stage, the words on the page, The lights shined bright, so we rehearsed it for days. When the show came out every body was amazed, And it felt so amazing to receive all the praise. California in his future, his name in the lights, Wifey standing by his side, she always do him right. First chil...

The most popular question that women asks me in bar type settings is "So why are you still single"? A loaded question for sure, but I usually make up some story about being focused on work, etc. etc. Truth is time just flies and before you know it your 30 and you haven't chosen anyone and no one has chosen you. Then you find yourself post 30 looking for love. Problem is, like my friend Drake once said in a song, "The good ones go, the good ones go, if you wait too long".  You are left with certain choices once you get into this area of life, and here is what I have come to experience. #1: SHE HAS KIDS Now for me, and probably like most men, I grew up saying I would never date a chick with kids. But trust me, turning 30 is the doorway to many changes in thoughts on your personal life. As a child of divorce and growing up with a stepfather, I know the role itself can be difficult and scary. It takes the right man and the right situation for it to work. I h...

Growing up in the suburbs you would think it would be really nice. Pretty homes, green grass, neighborhood cookouts. But not if you lived in my suburb. Not that it wasn't nice, it was, accept for me and my friends. We terrorized the neighborhood. And even now as a responsible adult, I reflect on my earlier years as a menace to society as I share three of my favorite stories of juvenile delinquency. KNOCK KNOCK: One of our favorite things to do I believe is an american classic for adolescent boys. The knock and run. You know, sneak out the house after midnight and go around the neighborhood knocking on doors and running. But one night we got bored with the ordinary routine, so we got a bit bolder. We were gonna knock on doors and then run and hide across the street in the bushes and watch what happened. No longer would we run away and miss out on the reaction. So my it's my buddies turn to knock and we all hide as he goes over, bangs on the door, and hauls ass back t...

There are two different worlds now in this modern era. There is the real world we live in, work in, go about our day to day, and there is the digital world. The world we live online via social media, online dating, etc. etc. And for some those two worlds  are somewhat similar, but for most those two are completely opposite lifestyles. Facebook, being the powerful social monster that it is, is inhabited by millions of people. And I believe I have targeted the 5 most annoying Facebook personas. THE PHOTO SLUT: 95% of your page are photo's. Photo's of you, photo's of what you are eating, photo's of where you are. You are obsessed with yourself, but more importantly, you are obsessed with people knowing you are obsessed with yourself. And to be clear, men are most certainly capable of being a photo slut. I know a few. OMG you're going to work on a Monday, like everybody else in America. Let me take a selfie of that. THE POLITICIAN: "An injustice...