Daily Prayer . . .

I came across a version of this in Lil Wayne's Letter Home from jail . . . At the end he quotes the 1st and the 3rd stanza which is also a tattoo he has. I thought it interesting I googled the entire prayer.

Dear God, as I begin this day
Let me turn my thoughts to you
and ask Your help in guiding me
In everything I say and do.

Give me the patience that I need
To keep my piece of mind,
And with life's cares, I hope, Dear God,
Some happiness to find.

Let me live but for today,
Not worrying what's ahead,
For I have trust that You will see
I get my "Daily Bread".

Give me the courage to face life's trials
And not from troubles run,
Let me keep this thought in mind,
"Thy will, not mine, be done."

And if some wish I do not get
Though I have prayed to Thee,
Help me to believe and understand
You know what's best for me.

I've failed You many times, I know,
But when tonight I rest,
I hope that I can kneel and say
"Dear God, I've tried my best."

~Anonymous

If you want to write Lil Wayne during his stay in Rikers Send your letters to:

Eric M. Taylor Center (EMTC)
Dwayne Carter NYSID# 02616544L
10-10 Hazen Street
East Elmhurst, NY 11370

I AM KING: Sneak Peak to my Upcoming Novel

Originally Posted 1/7/09

Eric King is the official King of Nightlife. As a NY executive with close ties to the community, he is also a financier of the Nightlife industry providing a lot of support to other event planning companies and promoters. Not only does he invest he also is a nightclub owner. He is a very powerful man who has established a monopoly on the industry as a whole through his growing business connections. His love life brings on more tribulations outside of the apparent hate he is already subjected to by his high status that his success had provided.

Malcolm XXX is a close friend and business partner to King. Although he is a flamboyant personality with a strong opinion for women, his loyalty to King and hard work in event industry has coined him as the backbone of the company as well as a key player to the successful events.

Kathryn is smart, and classy. Her friends influence this young elementary school teacher social life by introducing her to the club scene. Naïve and fresh she catches King’s eye.

Dee is a gold digging and extravagant club girl. She loves the finer things but has a dead end retail job (at a high-end store of course). She is introduced into a new way of making money through Anthony’s, her new boo, club-promoting opportunities.

Anthony and Vito are the head event planners for GM ENT who wants to rise up in the nightlife industry.

When these people interact, they will provide drama as well as excitement. The story will provide insight into the club industry as well as other issues that is closely related such as love, sex, and safety.

A Night at Blue Magic

Exiting the club, I was shocked to see a woman screaming and acting a fool. At first, I thought she had one too many drinks but then I noticed she was wearing jean, sneakers and a hoodie so it was apparent she wasn’t in the club or any other venue that night.

“YOU BASTARD! I HATE YOU ERIC!” she screamed swinging a baseball bat in her hand. BANG, there went the windshield. Glass scattered everywhere. “LIAR!” BANG, there went the passenger side windows. “CHEATER!” CLINK. BANG, she dented the hood. The pavement glittered with microscopic crystals. An irate brown skin woman was destroying a top luxury car right in front of the club while bouncers and pedestrians watched in amazement. This woman really went in; I wondered who dared to scorn her. Then again, you don’t realize someone is crazy until you hit that nerve.

CHANGE

Ever since a Black man spoke of change

I lament the pain

As I go against the grain

Just to sustain

A better life for me and now my son

I contemplate the likelihood

What if a BLACK Man won?

That would be insane

The feeling of exhilaration already filling my veins

As I thirst for the innovation and change of our nation

The cure for the Black Man's strain

A social rise in our station

Goods days to come and less to complain

I see its not too far, here comes Change

All if a Black Man won

There will be less to loose

More to gain

An identity now defined

Finally, Pride for the Black people's name

Why Write About Nightlife?

When I stepped on the scene, which was approximately a year ago, I was fascinated by the operation of Urban Nightlife. It is an entertaining and lucrative industry powered by money, sex, and alcohol. I am a creative writer and there is so much material for inspiration.

On the other hand, the people on the urban scene do NOT impress me. They are ever changing and the only thing that remains constant is the titles.

A promoter is still a promoter, event planner, and/or sub-promoter at the end of the day, no one special.

A photographer is still a man behind a camera (never trust a man behind a camera they may have you one day looking crazy on the internet lol).

The DJ is still that man who if he replays a song or cuts short a hot track you are going to roll your eyes and get vexed.

The bartender is still that b*tch that ignores you all night while you wait to order your drink then has the nerve to have an attitude when you give exact change.

The bouncer is still that big ass dude behind the velvet rope who may give you or your friend a hard time if you aren't cute enough.

What I do respect is what goes on outside this chaotic scene and the potential for greatness behind my peer’s ambition. The good character and merits other than being the top [fill in the blank]. Lastly, the REALness, there is more behind the flashing lights. There are the untold stories, so many out there and I have one to tell.

Stay Tuned

The King of Nightlife is Coming

Lost In a Fairy Tale

A Beautiful girl always
She was all alone
A flower that blossomed
Although it took too long

Tribulations of society
Had eaten away at her case
Self-esteem left faltered
By which attention from men replaced

Exuding warmth and brilliance
She cracks a vibrant smile
Attracting a man
That seems willing to go the mile

Charming he is at first
Yet not the one for she
A boulevard marred by passion
Manipulation, distrust and misery

She needs to evaluate
The choices that she makes
Emphasize on quality
Instead of the art of conjugate

The path she follows
Will be the story of her life
A Heart full of anguish
Filled with characters that are trite

Longing for growth
Time soon fades away
He is not the one
She will realize that one day

To restore her passion
In what she fears the most
For the man behind the mask
Is not worth to boast

Commitments that work
When struggles subside
Not a waning moon of desire
Nor hormones that ride the tide

When it all comes down to it
A dim look left upon her face
All her peers tend to judge her
Snickering as she falls from grace


All that is left now
Is an opportunity for change
Like the Lion searching for heart
Or the Scarecrow looking for a brain

THE BLIND

Why when you look at me

All you see is the color of my skin

The gender in between my legs,

Or the beauty that is not from within,

You choose not to judge me,

Based on the lives that I have touched,

The steps that I take,

Or the paths that I already walked

You are none the wiser,

Of the potential I possess

The destiny that was chosen

Or the relevance of my future success

One day you will see,

I will prove every last one of you wrong,

All this criticism and negativity that you push out,

Only made me strong