I’m On Pleasant
Author: Winston Moctar
I’m On Pleasant
Author: Winston Moctar
“I CARE NOT FOR A MAN’S RELIGION WHOSE NEIGHBOR AND DOG ARE NOT THE BETTER FOR IT.”
Let me be my word.
Singularly I have become my work, I am my work, and my work is me. I work on my work daily to keep truth with me. I proudly defend everything that I write about and I’m a living example to myself of my work almost all of the time. So I stand by my word and my word is my work, and I am loyal to my word and I will continue to be true to me. Who cares if I be? Me.
A Letter To Venezuela, Sucursal Del Cielo, My Love, Don’t Fail Me Now.
Venezuela, because of the actions and widespread behavior, deeds, and attitude of your children, I come to know you, and because I was privileged to have seen first hand their kindness and love, understanding and generosity, I come to love you.
Your big heart and giving nature still does not allow you to keep all of your possessions. Because you have lived on your ideals and principles through love and giving of yourself wholeheartedly, while defending your liberties with strength and uniqueness.
This generational lema was recorded in the conscience of your people of old time, and not by mistake, but planted there on purpose, that it would grow in the hearts of your beautiful young minds, for them to relay to newer generations, and eventually the entire world.
May your much deserved Peace Tranquility and Prosperity hastily return to your loving nation. Viva Venezuela.
Venezuela, Sucursal Del Cielo.Debido a las acciones y comportamiento generalizado, actos y actitud de sus hijos, vengo a conocerte, y porque tuve el privilegio de haber visto de primera mano su bondad y amor, comprensión y generosidad, vengo a amarte.
Su gran corazón y dando carácter todavía no permite mantener todas sus posesiones. Porque han vivido en sus ideales y principios a través del amor y dando a sí mismo sin reservas, mientras que la defensa de sus libertades con fuerza y singularidad.
Este lema generacional fue grabado en la conciencia de la gente de los viejos tiempos y no por error, pero allí plantado a propósito, que crecería en los corazones de sus mentes jóvenes hermosas, relé a nuevas generaciones, y finalmente todo el mundo.
Mayo su tan había merecida paz tranquilidad y prosperidad precipitado volver a amar a su nación. Viva Venezuela.
Running out of tongue
Played in the key of (D)
Is it any wonder, EYE, I CRY
every time I see you, tears in your eyes
And every tiny whisper, ” please be kind”
another great injustice blowing your mind
We’ve been down that road before, and we know where it leads,
We’ve been down that road before, and we know how it feels,
Who’s Driving This One Home (greenlite)
Played in the key of (Am)
Given, the greenlite to be hateful, while calling everybody friend
But the hate and painfullness they are related
And I’m wondering, when this pain will end. c’on
Wake up, slow down, see we are dying in here
Come on wake up, slow down, let’s drive this one home
Heart without Home
Played in the key of ( A)
Funny how I earned, my humble home
When a thought was all I could call my own
Figured you would say, ” life ain’t so bad
when a thought was all you ever had”
Played in the key of (Em)
Living without money and I’m livin in a state
Too bad you’re not lookin nuttn on my plate common
Where am I gonna Roll?
“Every man must decide whether he will walk in the light of creative altruism or in the darkness of destructive selfishness.”
Privileged: I cannot help, because my hands are tied.
Underprivileged: I saw when you tied them yourself.
Hyena please be a hyena so you may act like yourself and that I may know who you are more easily, be unique, quit adapting traits belonging to human kind, it’s not becoming of you.
You may not follow, and you may not follow the serpent either, but be yourself, do not wear the sheep’s clothing. When you communicate do not forge or plagiarize.
While you’re at it let your laughter be your trade mark, and be proud of it, that cannot be emphasized enough.
Chad Aubrey Norcros Attorney At law Pushed Me Off A Cliff.
On one bright and sunny day in Spring I was supposedly standing at the edge of a cliff surveying the land on which I was about to build a beautiful house for my community when suddenly I felt a push from behind and I toppled head first over its edge. As I went free-falling towards what I knew was imminent death I looked up for a brief moment and saw my assailant, it was none other than my Attorney Mr. Chad Aubrey Norcros an individual whose services I had retained and to whom I paid a small fortune $1000. fee each month for eighteen consecutive months, for him to represent me in court in an attempt to save my three properties from foreclosure, a problem for me which started when BOA filed five years of my property taxes and mortgage payments into wrong accounts but whom did not show up in court on the day of the trial to represent me, because according to him he was ill, and as a result of his absence in court on that day, sadly I lost the case with prejudice and two of my three properties also, due to his misrepresentation.
I subsequently hired a reputable malpractice Attorney who was referred to me by another Attorney who was familiar with the case, ,and filed a law suit against Mr. Norcros. but the efforts we made to recoup damages were in vain because Mr.slick Norcros got wind of our intention when he was served a subpoena and immediately filed a chapter seven bankruptcy and left town.
But as luck would have it just in what seem like a split second, I was able to grapple on to a limb that was growing out of my posterior that Chad had planted there, and started scrambling to gain footing and slowly started moving upward to what I am hoping is safety, thus avoiding landing onto the rocks below.
Let’s put it this way, to me it sure felt as though Chad Aubrey Norcros Attorney at law pushed me off that cliff by ripping me off, because he has managed in his own evil, diabolic, twisted sick and perverted little mind, to destroy in a single moment, my efforts of a life time for a better future I had so painfully and methodically accumulated up to that point. May he rot in his own head.
Played in the key of (BFlat)
If we look over yonder, a rainbo as big as the sky
seem to be saying my brother
come on and give me a try
a don’t believe you’re not listening
after all you have nothing to loose
we all must go on that journey
then we’ll know what to do
Played in the key of D
She saw me from cross the room
Played in the key of (C)
Caught a bed out here in cold, trying to make it on my own
Just in the nick of time, though I qualified since I was nine,
Was warm and settled in for the night though I hadn’t eaten a bite
Place in time to find , I had so much on my mind
In a time when some people say the world has gone to hell and good love and great friendship is taken for granted.
This letter is in honor of the Nieves family, to express heart felt gratitude to Mrs. Gloria Nieves owner of Hotel La Familia and her son Miguel Nieves, and her sister and business partner Mrs. Flor, for their consideration, helpfulness and understanding when I arrived broke at their door by taxi in 1973.
Those who know of Maiquetia know it’s located in La Guira Venezuela; and those who know of GT know it’s an acronym for Georgetown which is the capital of Guyana. Miguel, Gloria, & Flor operated a small family type hotel in La Guira. I was taken to that hotel by a taxi driver from a hotel in Caracas where I had stayed the night after being driven from the Maiquetia Int. Airport the day before when I arrived from GT. The years went by and I lost communication with the family, and was unable to regain contact. I returned to the country in 2005 with the specific intent to visit and regain communication, but due to the disastrous flood that over took that region some years prior the hotel did not exist any longer and so the communication I had hoped to regain was permanently lost. But the memory of their kindness still linger which prompted the composing of this song.
Miguel, Gloria, & Sister Flor.
Hotel La Familia Maiquetia
Played in the key of (F)
Left GT in 73
Running from a bad economy
Man a jumped on a big jet plane
I had to get the hell out of there
Touched down in CCS, that’s Caracas for all the rest
Man was flying like a little bird
A little bird flying past it’s nest
A letter to nurses
I see, we are fragile, and as such may break.(may I say easily) But there is a system of people, in place, who quietly give their all. Not so much for their pay, As patching us up as we tear (and may I say up) day after day, after day.