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Darius Chris WestonSunrise: March 18th, 1972 To Sunset: 2001
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Remember When I Took This Picture Of You
With Your Beautiful Smile, Babe
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An SGL House Party In
Rego Park, Queens (NYC)
(October 2000)
(GMHC's AIDS Walk ---> Circa: May 2002 or May 2003)WOW! This Picture Seems And Feels Like Eons Ago...
Pictured Left To Right:
ME (BIG ROD) With Lox (Not My Best Look, LOL!
? (Green Hat), Stephen W. (Shades On),
Chester (Blue Hoodie/Pink Cap)
And ? (Cutie With Dark Blue Shirt)
My Handmade Banner That I Made Back In May 2002To Honor The Memory Of My Friend Darius
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I Walked With The Banner At GMHC's AIDS Walk
On May 19th, 2002.
The Outpouring Of LOVE I Received From People
Was Amazing
It's been almost 10 years now, Darius, and so while I have Nubian Knights Network I honor you, Babe, with...
THE WHITE FALL
by
ROD PATRICK RISBROOK
{Feb./March ‘98}
Bundled like black polar bears
We trench through the perfectly
Untouched sea of snow
The sun’s gaze beams down
Onto the shiny glazed surface
Unmolested for quite some time
The retina interprets this part of nature
As a shiny piece of mirrored
Almost so reflective that we feel
I’ll eyes might get scorched
As we huffle through the pretty flakes
We look back and see our two pairs of footprints
They extend and trickle off into the distance
As far as the eye can see
IT'S COLD!
With my attention diverted
You run ahead
But not making much headway
As the thickness of the pile is restrictive
I turn and give chase
My long legs that I've been blessed me with
Gives me the advantage of taking
Double the amount of steps that you could ever take
You do a double take
And furiously try to hasten away
It is only a matter of time
I’m closing in
You then swirl like a car out of control
The brakes non-functional
You’re evasive to the left …then to the right…
Again to the left
My hands extend out like a vice-grip
About to apply pressure
You scream out with a high pitched tone
Knowing the inevitable as the
Wind chill carries the echoes
Of your plaint far and beyond
Running, our breaths hit the frigid air
And morphs and dissipates into a fog
Like a smokestack’s expenditure
Your last swirl goes for naught
As I jump and hit your back
We both fall and cascade
Into the white tundra
Displacing it like a huge meteor from a millennia ago
Striking and creavising the earth’s crust
We both wrestle, fighting for the advantage
As our bodies roll over and over
On top of each other
We collect snow on ourselves
Like a snowball amassing down a steep hill
We stop and face each other
And then blowing any snow in our mouths outward
The whole course of our bodies and nerve endings
Begin to freeze and drop like mercury on a temperature scale
Our chocolate brown faces covered in snow
Only our Nubian eyes piercing through
As our arms prompt each of us up in a sit up position
Laughter ensues at how ridiculous we both look
Our hard laughter permeating through the swirling winds
And carries our voices across the nearby ocean bay
One could almost swear our voices created ripples
In the water of the nearby patchy frozen bay
We then listen to “Old Man Winter”
Overwhelm our echoed voices
We stare at each other for a moment
Which seems to have frozen time
Our heads slowly move closer to each other
Brown eyes gaze into a like reflection of one another
As if on cue
Mother nature releases snow fall on us from her sky
This was our moment
Two pairs of lips kiss in unison
Suddenly warmth billows between us
Like mercury rising on a temperature scale
All the snow, the wind chill and “Old Man Winter”
Seemed irrelevant at this passionate moment
The passion continued as we caressed each other’s face
The cold air around our lips
Seemed not to want anything to do with us
We created our own hot air pocket
Our little time together
Our little place together
Our little love together
“Old Man Winter” started kicking up the snow
And like a flock of geese
Or an abstract painting
We could have sworn
The snow metamorphosed into a smiling face
Yes, this was our moment
And we are truly blessed
ROD PATRICK RISBROOK
{Feb./March ‘98}
Bundled like black polar bears
We trench through the perfectly
Untouched sea of snow
The sun’s gaze beams down
Onto the shiny glazed surface
Unmolested for quite some time
The retina interprets this part of nature
As a shiny piece of mirrored
Almost so reflective that we feel
I’ll eyes might get scorched
As we huffle through the pretty flakes
We look back and see our two pairs of footprints
They extend and trickle off into the distance
As far as the eye can see
IT'S COLD!
With my attention diverted
You run ahead
But not making much headway
As the thickness of the pile is restrictive
I turn and give chase
My long legs that I've been blessed me with
Gives me the advantage of taking
Double the amount of steps that you could ever take
You do a double take
And furiously try to hasten away
It is only a matter of time
I’m closing in
You then swirl like a car out of control
The brakes non-functional
You’re evasive to the left …then to the right…
Again to the left
My hands extend out like a vice-grip
About to apply pressure
You scream out with a high pitched tone
Knowing the inevitable as the
Wind chill carries the echoes
Of your plaint far and beyond
Running, our breaths hit the frigid air
And morphs and dissipates into a fog
Like a smokestack’s expenditure
Your last swirl goes for naught
As I jump and hit your back
We both fall and cascade
Into the white tundra
Displacing it like a huge meteor from a millennia ago
Striking and creavising the earth’s crust
We both wrestle, fighting for the advantage
As our bodies roll over and over
On top of each other
We collect snow on ourselves
Like a snowball amassing down a steep hill
We stop and face each other
And then blowing any snow in our mouths outward
The whole course of our bodies and nerve endings
Begin to freeze and drop like mercury on a temperature scale
Our chocolate brown faces covered in snow
Only our Nubian eyes piercing through
As our arms prompt each of us up in a sit up position
Laughter ensues at how ridiculous we both look
Our hard laughter permeating through the swirling winds
And carries our voices across the nearby ocean bay
One could almost swear our voices created ripples
In the water of the nearby patchy frozen bay
We then listen to “Old Man Winter”
Overwhelm our echoed voices
We stare at each other for a moment
Which seems to have frozen time
Our heads slowly move closer to each other
Brown eyes gaze into a like reflection of one another
As if on cue
Mother nature releases snow fall on us from her sky
This was our moment
Two pairs of lips kiss in unison
Suddenly warmth billows between us
Like mercury rising on a temperature scale
All the snow, the wind chill and “Old Man Winter”
Seemed irrelevant at this passionate moment
The passion continued as we caressed each other’s face
The cold air around our lips
Seemed not to want anything to do with us
We created our own hot air pocket
Our little time together
Our little place together
Our little love together
“Old Man Winter” started kicking up the snow
And like a flock of geese
Or an abstract painting
We could have sworn
The snow metamorphosed into a smiling face
Yes, this was our moment
And we are truly blessed
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