ERAC CARES

Smallest, tiniest peak at my book…

ERAC — Sun, 14 Mar 2010 05:34:48 +0000

My grandmother softly spoke of our importance. She spoke as if we were destined for great things. I learned through many lessons that that was indeed the case; our bloodline was sacred. To fully understand our purpose I would have to be continuously poured into. As it is our way, it was “Gran”, an elder, that first touched my eyelids, she taught me the first lesson of our bloodline. I listened intently, uncommon for someone my age, from what I’m told. I found her to be terribly interesting. “Gran”, with her soft and translucent and caramel skin, kept a wealth of secrets. She confided in me – she enjoyed the light in my eyes. “I gave them to you when you were born”, she’d always say. Gran came to live with us (my mother and I) in 1985, the year my father died…..

The first indication of a pure birth is the circumstances of occurrence. It is say that the men of my line are born in a moment of greatness. It is said that the moment of birth happens at the precise moment of particular greatness.This so-called moment of greatness is not defined in terms of who finds the circumstance to be great but rather that in only needed to be great to a limited number of people. However, I was born on September 15, 1978 at Philadelphia Medical Center. At that same moment in time Muhammad Ali defeated Leon Spinks to win his 3rd heavy boxing championship.

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The time i’ve spent alone.

ERAC — Thu, 03 Sep 2009 21:41:08 +0000

I often think of the time I spend alone and It reminds me of my childhood. I seem to remember those times more than the those spent at boarding school. I remember those times more than the time spent with friends and family. It was then that i become a seeker of interesting things. A seeker of knowledge. I discovered beauty where there was none to be found. It was many years later that I began to find myself. I realized that I was different. Not “special” different, just different. I made my words count when they needed to be added and subtracted. I understood the power of silence – I also began to understand the power of deception.

I shielded myself, as most people do, through humor and charm. I do/did not proclaim to be Eddie Murphy (80′s Eddie) or a Billy Dee (Lady Sings the Blues, Billy). However, I discovered a way to open doors and hearts with good intention. I find that I am still the shackled portal that I was once.It was at those times did I realize that I wanted to create. I was not sure of what I would create at any specific moment. However, my mind was filled with shapes and music. I always traveled to a different time and place. The shapes and sounds always blended together. I would have thrived as a musician cutting his teeth during the sixties and seventies, riding the hard, desperate Chitlin Circuit wave. I would have been labeled a genius of the modern era. I am a genius of the modern era. Of course you don’t know it yet. It matters not if you ever will.

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Dreamt v.2 Paint

ERAC — Fri, 28 Aug 2009 16:58:32 +0000

I dreamt of being a great artist. The master of my hands. Colors, fibers, nature’s elements, metal. In the dream I was heralded as a modern day Picasso- whether you could appreciate his art or not. I was considered among many to encompass all that was good within my brush strokes, my sculpture-the well placed hands I would apply to color and design magnificence. My eyes did no move rapidly in this dream. There was no stir or confusion. I was at a commissioned peace – I was an artist. I smoke cigarettes, the kind that you can only get at a smoke shop. I didn’t know what they were called. I felt as if I were important. I had a viewpoint that mattered to some degree. My followers we amazed. They would come in droves to be beautified, to have their worlds beautified. It was a great expectation but After all, I was dreaming.

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Hailey Joy Crawford

ERAC — Sun, 23 Aug 2009 02:18:50 +0000

“Baby B”. She always seemed to look at Baby A out the corner of her eye seemingly wanting to say “why is it that you’re crying and I’m not”. She was so hard to please. I had to rub her back to put her to sleep. Quietly she would dose off. Those long nights where I would get lazy and try to retire before she reached the full deepness of sleep, she would promptly refresh the reality that had escaped me. My Haliey Joy may have to represent me in a court of law one day. Hopefully because of something noble like defending my wife’s honor. She has an incredible influence on her sister. She makes the rules without uttering a word. She seeks order. She loves her daddy.

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Mia Simone Crawford

ERAC — Fri, 21 Aug 2009 17:45:04 +0000

She was “BABY A”! She had the prettiest lips when she was born. To say she was a little cranky as a baby is putting it mildly. I can now admit that I was scared of her. Mia carries with her more emotion that her sister does and from the outside she seems to be the sweeter of the two. Her smile is warm and easy. My flower child Mia often drifts into her own world – I like to think that she’ll be a creator of beautiful things when she gets older. I hope to be able to hold, read, see, smell, touch, feel the product of her wonderful mind one day.

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The air I breath…

ERAC — Tue, 18 Aug 2009 18:47:39 +0000

I did wonder what kind of father I would be – and I still do. The internal conflict remains. Will I always maintain their love, admiration, and respect? It’s enough to mangle and destroy the most impenetrable of egos. My ego in question. My love for them has grown since their birth. There is a literal melting that takes place. LITERALLY.

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Dreamt V.1 – Green

ERAC — Tue, 18 Aug 2009 18:02:33 +0000

I dreamt of wealth once- of course, that’s always the first wish. I did not dream, however to have had worked for my riches. I dreamt that I would have just become rich somehow or have been descended from those of influence and riches. Pupils rolled around in my skull as I dreamt, behind their lids, feverishly as I dreamt of my spread at Martha’s vineyard, even though I despise the weather – I only know of the weather because I was wealthy in my dream and that is a place where the wealthy reside as I was told once by a wealthy women that was obviously out of my league. I knew she had been there by the look of her. If I had had another dream to be a lover of women, she might have been my muse. I was not a wealthy man when I heard the story and I am not now but I did dream about it once. I dreamt to be of the wealthy type where talking about my wealth is considered taboo. In this dream I never used the term “bucks” in reference to money. Those that rank somewhere in the core or better yet the nether regions of the middle class use the term. That was not place for my riches and me. I found myself to be better than them. If not better, at least I was wealthier. After all, I was dreaming.

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