Welcome to our first Challenge Of The Month. (Please feel free to inbox suggestions of changes that could/should be made, ideas that could make this better, & of course suggestions for future challenges!)

For January the challenge will be the 10 Word Challenge.
Here is how it works:
Below is a topic and a list of 10 words. The words were randomly chosen.
You must use at least one word in each line. Open form (poetry, prose, freestyle, etc. Anything you like or can think of.) But it must be on topic.
You don�t HAVE to use the words in order, but at least try. (That�s why its called a �challenge� people! lol) Put the words used in CAPS so we can see them in your piece. And lastly please leave feedback for others submissions. The best thing about the 10-word challenge is that it�s so open ended. For example in the sample challenge posted below (reply # 1) with the topic being Freedom. One person may write about freedom from oppression, their job, marriage, etc. Where as another may write about freedom from �freedom� itself. Freedom from making choices & decisions. (i.e. prison mentality)
Here are 2 topics & list of words. Give it a shot�..

Challenge 1
Topic: New Beginnings (new year, new outlook, new start, etc)

Words:
Methodically
Attitude
Instigation
Petty
Myopic
Stray
Delirium
Glimpse
Missing
Era

Challenge 2

Topic: Faith (in God, in your self, in your significant other, lack of faith etc.)

Symbol
Grace
Methodically
Infernal
Principles
Plight
Choreography
Tragedy
Irreverent
Uncrossed

Have fun..........

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"Too weird to live.... too rare to die..."

IG: KnowOne215 | PS+ ID: KnowOne215

Here is a sample or example....if the topic was "Freedom" & the words were:
Plight
Release
Infinite
Suffer
Long/longer
Free
Never
World
Either
Sorrow

You could write something like:

Save me from this PLIGHT no longer,
RELEASE me from this world asunder-
to dream the INFINITE dream
and to SUFFER the morrow no longer
The agony of this world no LONGER,
FREE of the earth I lay under
Saved from other ends, and time I NEVER was to spend-
Alone in the WORLD, alone underground
there is no difference in EITHER
but peace, or suffering and SORROW

_________________________________________
"Too weird to live.... too rare to die..."

IG: KnowOne215 | PS+ ID: KnowOne215

My eyes STRAY beyond
the GLIMPSE of past regrets
METHODICALLY collecting
lessons learned by PETTY innocence
Whence the ATTITUDE of DELIRIUM
ran rampid through my mind
I've reached the prime of MYOPIC sight
The ERA of INSTIGATION
MISSING nothing
and wanting everything.


Yeah...I wrote this pretty quick, so I hope it makes some kind of sense...It does to me. This is fun!!!

I METHODICALLY plan my affections
in the rearrangement of my ATTITUDE toward you
this brings forth the initiations of an amorous INSTIGATION
that holds back nothing, a mood relentless and not stoping for what's PETTY
for this new vision is MYOPIC and steady
not brought forth to STRAY
no DELIRIUM will I let get in the way
for my kiss will give you a GLIMPSE
of what you would be MISSING
all you have to do is ask for this ERA of love to start our beginning

~~~~~~~~ luv R.
https://www.facebook.com/robyn.wildchild12
psycho.
"Institutions encourage us to consider the opinions they sell as "facts" and that we "believe" rather than question the morality they pitch."
cities need fewer shopping malls and more skat

you are my SYMBOL to represent
saving me from the GRACE of such abandonments into the trueness of life's intent
mindbogglingly and METHODICALLY manipulating my thoughts forward
to bring them up from the INFERNAL places where they once resided
you lighten the PRINCIPLES that I once dawdled
away from wagering the lessons of wrongs and the strugglings of the PLIGHT-hearted
with you I seek the right steps in the dance of this CHOREOGRAPHY
blindly believeing that someday I'll wake and feel not of past love's TRAGEDY
of it's IRREVERENT ways, that I won't have to pray against the nights uncertainty
the conviction of your love makes me UNCROSSED and open-hearted, in that I know

~~~~~~~~ luv R.
https://www.facebook.com/robyn.wildchild12
psycho.
"Institutions encourage us to consider the opinions they sell as "facts" and that we "believe" rather than question the morality they pitch."
cities need fewer shopping malls and more skat

I periodically go to METHODICALLY show my gratitude
I have a revolutionary resolution, a change of my ATTITUDE
An INSTIGATION of thanks for all who gave attention
From PETTY assistance to grand intervention
Through MYOPIC eyes some STRAY without mention
Feeling this, DELIRIUM eases the tension
A GLIMPSE of what could have been if none went MISSING
Another ERA gone by before I restart the listing

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sup

this is dope!

this had me reminiscin 9/11 while being thankful for the blessings...

this was tight, thank you for the drop.

MUSE

...
..
.

Speak and it shall manifest
Breathe and it shall live
Love and it shall triumph
Give and it shall never be
lost... ever... - MarcArthur
St. Juste

"not one voice unheard" -
VOICES NYC (Brooklyn, NY)

HALLELU YAHWEH! AMEN

I UNCROSSED my eyes looking through the sight of a God
METHODICALLY questioning the beginnings of all
SYMBOLS and references that was due all to I
My PRINCIPLES laid in stone but a sinner�s gone lie
The PLIGHT of the all knowing, showing the light of the world
In spite of the devils dance my CHOREOGRAPHY�S thorough
Mans greatest TRAGEDY is thinking I don�t exist
And IRREVERENTLY placing his image in my likeness
Condemning Christ just like a fallen angels GRACE
But instead of INFERNAL my child, I�m bestowing you everlasting FAITH.

Wow, my login still works 🤦🏾‍♂️

you know, i really like that
it speaks to me
___________________________
- Phyllis -




"you can't get with this
sweet like licorice
dangerous like syphillis"
- L.Boogie

Thanks alot for these words, I will end up writing hundreds of bars to them

Martyr coming this summer

It's responses like that, that keeps me humble and writing...

Wow, my login still works 🤦🏾‍♂️

Beginnings METHODICALLY chosen with humble endings
ATTITUDEs predetermined like government lottery winnings
Like an INSTIGATION of whole nations paced at saving their race and
PETTY corporate criminals aimed at taking their space and
While there MYOPIC world powers devour the whole sphere
The small percentage of righteousness left, just STRAYs clear
Of DELIRIUM run amuck too afraid to be touched
By a GLIMPSE of fate, wait, I tasted the future
Saw that it�s MISSING new beginnings but filled with multiple endings,
Sending the chosen few to an ERA of unending pretending.

Wow, my login still works 🤦🏾‍♂️

i mETHODICALLY manipulate
aTTITUDE into mental iNSTiGATION,
as pETTY undertakings become
blindspots to my mYOPIC stare.

i have four eyes, yet still sTRAY
from the path of virtue, intermittent dELIRIUM
and schyzoid gLIMPSE is no excuse
for turning one's mISSING super-ego
into the eRA of the high-charged id.




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exist in limbo.

"we are accidents waiting to happen" -radiohead

"Poetry is a kind of distilled insinuation. It�s a way of expanding and talking around an idea or a question. Sometimes, more actually gets said through such a technique than a full frontal assault." -Yusef Komunyakaa

"The Black Artist's role in America is to aid in the destruction of America as he knows it. His role is to report and reflect so precisely the nature of the society, and of himself in that society, that other men will be moved by the exactness of his rendering and, if they are black men, grow strong through this moving, having seen their own strength, and weakness; and if they are white men, tremble, curse, and go mad, because they will be drenched with the filth of their evil."

-Amiri Baraka, from "State/meant" in the essay, "Home"

"My love is my soul's imagination. How do I love thee?...Imagine." -Saul Williams

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myself is sculptor of
your body�s idiom:
the musician of your wrists;
the poet who is afraid
only to mistranslate
a rhythm in your hair...
-E.E. Cummings

i'm finding GLIMPSE of a new tuned ATTITUDE
of a new ERA of PETTY thoughts i want to stick to,
MISSING the figments of natural goals for STRAY excitement,
broken wishes and promises that physically and mentally cant be done or seen through in a MYOPIC mirror,
METHODICALLY depicting quotes of negativity
as neo juices exceeds in INSTIGATIONS,
i wake up from my DELIRIUM,
january 2nd and my NEW YEAR's revolutions have already ended

"There is nothing more poetic, but depressing than a male writer" -yours truly

METHODICALLY he freshly approaches the situation
Where his ATTITUDE formerly hinged on the negative
Fueled by the INSTIGATION of minds un-positive
He�s gotta rid himself of their PETTY lies
Gotta widen his view from the MYOPIC tries
To get him to STRAY away from change
Doesn�t want to be caught in this DELIRIUM of pain
�Cause he�s had a GLIMPSE of what he'd be MISSING --
All the possibility this changing ERA of Aquarius is giving


He reaches beyond to understand the SYMBOLS there
Take on the face of GRACE and be more aware
Of how the signs fall METHODICALLY
�Cause the equation, though INFERNAL,
Is based on timeless PRINCIPLES
Of dividing the PLIGHT of a life laced with fear
And subtracting the old CHOREOGRAPHY for drawing near
TRAGEDY the calling card of the IRREVERENT
Cause now he�ll leave no path of opportunity UNCROSSED!

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"I'm a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket and I'm waiting for my rocket to come." - Jason Mraz

"Conformity is the refuge of a stagnant mind."

Hate to break it to you.

Still, real nice though.

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sup

at least i did it A way, right? *wonders* damn i disqualified myself! *sobs*

EDIT: i'm a wannabe rebel! tx, jb

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"I'm a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket and I'm waiting for my rocket to come." - Jason Mraz

"Conformity is the refuge of a stagnant mind."

wait a minute...

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sup

did we do it? i think so. *kisses jb for being a sweetheart* tx for looking out

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"I'm a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket and I'm waiting for my rocket to come." - Jason Mraz

"Conformity is the refuge of a stagnant mind."

they still actually kinda work

No problem, btw.

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sup

A Faith

I got INFERNAL PRINCIPLES that hit harder than a thin symbol,
This is the IRREVERENT era of PLIGHT looking at playboy centerfolds
With MYOPIC thoughts we go UNCROSSED and STRAY from GRACE with no INTERVALS
Its a TRAGEDY that actually I should be artist of the month like Natalie
But battling is savagely instigating a GLIMPSE of her winter soul
DELIRIOUSLY shes cold as ice but to see her im folding twice to get in her hole
Its methodically erotic, a sodomites Gin and Tonic but the Censors rule,
So whats missing in my choreography? is my meaning softening?
Attitude is petty, but love is irreplacent, like the spear of satan,,
*I don�t care if I win, theres no prize*
With no bad no good when you hear it it hastens.Im giving mirrors to them masons
No bricks, im so quick to focus on weird sensations,I hate it when peers are racist
But im racist I hate white people cause of morality they cleared a nation

Martyr coming this summer

check your inbox.

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"I'm a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket and I'm waiting for my rocket to come." - Jason Mraz

"Conformity is the refuge of a stagnant mind."

New Beginnings


Methodically is a profanity
attitude is a definition
instigation is meat
petty is the pitier
myopic are the racial
to stray is to react
delirium is in the eye of the beholder
a glimpse is all I ask,
what's missing can never find itself
an era is an oxymoron

Faith

Everything is a symbol
Grace beats karma
methodically is still a profanity
infernal is the method
principles stand on flowers
the plight of the flowers is the point
choreography damns the choreographer
tragedy is control
irreverent is the seeker
uncrossed are the windblown lines that
shift
along the dunes

http://www.GaryPatrickGarry.com

"I'm stalling in flight
Hovering over horizons
Waiting for night"

"My turn to speak in tongues"
--Photosynthesis

http://www.soundclick.com/bands/2/photosynthesis_music.htm

bakari7's poetry corner...

the key to my heart
was played too sharp for those to
open up & hear

(11.29.03)

bakari7's poetry corner...

you killed me once
& during my resurrection
i vowed
never to let you kill me
again,
as i hand you the cross
bow with a bull's eye
hanging
over the left side of my chest

12.10.04

Methodically
Attitude
Instigation
Petty
Myopic
Stray
Delirium
Glimpse
Missing
Era

words.
Methodically; i piece together Stray Scriptures stolen by your Glimpse, when Petty Instigation of your Attitude is Myopic in my Era,
you drive me to
DELIRIUM!

i love you. 3 sentences for 3 words of my triple chest plate.

let's play ping pong ■

This is just a "New Outlook".

Metah - Tucson,AZ. (a lil' somethin').

Takin' a GLIMPSE into the mirror, now the truth becomes clearer
My ATTITUDE is a reflection of the INSTIGATION that some have feared of
The inner vision's my guide, METHODICALLY scribble the thoughts to rhyme-
And emerge to be MYOPIC to those who can't focus their third eye.
In a state of DELIRIUM many STRAY away from the organic element
Too blind to envision what's really MISSING cause they lack intelligence.
A different ERA they call it, these times materialistic
To portray the PETTY ways of the living dead, spineless and simplistic.

www.soundclick.com/metah

"They will never rebel until they are conscious; and until they have rebelled they will never become conscious"

Challenge 2

Topic: Faith (in God, in your self, in your significant other, lack of faith etc.)

I abide to the tithes of no false idoled SYMBOL
When I can see His GRACE as it shines through my window
As it cleanses me, METHODICALLY moving down every inch of me
Erasing all the INFERNAL desires that resided in me instantly
Even as literal as you take it, the Word involves PRINCIPLES
More of a guide to overcome the PLIGHT to righteous from sinful
And my eyes dance across the scripture with a blessed sense of CHOREOGRAPHY
And it becomes TRAGEDY when I don't praise His Glory constantly
Like I'm an IRREVERENT being that never tried to find what was once lost
And so NOW sing the song of Victory with my arms open and UNCROSSED

Here I go. Hope you like:

Challenge 1 New Beginnings:

180: My Second Genesis (And It�s A Revelation)

I�ve plodded along methodically for far longer than I care to admit.
But something in me demanded a new attitude�no it was more than that; it was a renaissance, rebirth.
At my own instigation I have become a better, more real version of myself.
It�s amazing the light that comes through when one sheds the excess baggage and sells all rights to the petty past.
You see, my view had become rather myopic; a panorama minus the periphery stripped down to a pinpoint.
I�d allowed my sanity to stray,
Allowed delirium to reign supreme.
Then I got a glimpse of my life, the futility of the road I was traveling.
I saw and acknowledged that so much was missing (had been absent for so long) and made change after change after change.
And now it�s a new era�permanent but not stagnant�and it�s mine.


Challenge 2 Faith:

Faith(less)

What good is a symbol without meaning? Without it, it�s just a shell.
People always speak of divinity and providence and Amazing Grace thinking it requires nothing of them.
They worship methodically, hypocritically: �Our Father who art thou in heaven�or the confessional booth�forgive me for I have sinned (and I�m gonna do it again).
Selfish, inane, insincere displays of regret to avoid a non-existent realm of eternal, infernal punishment.
And what�s the hallmark of these ones without principles to guide them?
They have a meaningless plight.
The chaotic choreography of their lives will spiral them into nothing.
It�s such a senseless, unnecessary tragedy.
Borne of being irreverent to the extreme and Highest Power.
But my fingers and heart are uncrossed; there�s no need for them to be as I�ve never been one for resting on luck and credulity anyway.

"There are two ways of meeting difficulties. You alter the difficulties or you alter yourself to meet them." ~Phyllis Bottome

lol.. i did this.. but i got carried away.. didn't realise it was one line for each word or something.. i had about 1000 lines..
i'll cut it back. simpliflip it. maybe post later.
bless

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my
blue
song
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i suffered the same lack of reading syndrome i still like any one you do, though.

peace,

n.

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"I'm a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket and I'm waiting for my rocket to come." - Jason Mraz

"Conformity is the refuge of a stagnant mind."

Well hurry up and finish so that I can read the workings of your mind. I look forward to it. You seem to be a very interesting person. Crack that skull and put pen to paper. . .or fingers to keyboard or whatever.

~M5952!

"There are two ways of meeting difficulties. You alter the difficulties or you alter yourself to meet them." ~Phyllis Bottome

each morning I wake up and I systematically think about my life, METHODICALLY, step by step, minute by minute
i tend to have the ATTITUDE that nothing is going to get better than this unless I push on, move forward
what people like to call the INSTIGATION, not procrastination, a delay simply because I fear the potential I have in me
back and forth, holding on to what can't be changed, dwelling on pass losses, how PETTY we can be simply because we choose to be
and for what? answer me this, and for what? what happened to the lack of limits we had when we were children? does age develop a sense of MYOPIC sensibilities, the utmost need to be bitter at any given day?
what point in our lives do we STRAY?
waking up from past hopes, past dreams, past failures, collectively becoming DELIRIUM in an empty cup filled to the rim with something non-existent
like many things, the cup offers nothing but thoughts, a metaphorical GLIMPSE into tomorrow, next week, what can be, the potential of anyone who holds on to the inner strength that is the reason we wake up each morning
what's MISSING from this picture? the reality of our actions, the after-effect of productivity, the first step in creating movement, a frame with the first hint of light within the darkness
waiting for these initial roots and development to grow and become the golden ERA that I want to grow old and celebrate, hope it's not too late... I hope it's not too late




p.e.a.c.e.
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THE HOME OF BOOK-NESS:
http://thisisbooksmusic.wordpress.com
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http://www.facebook.com/book1

This was so beautiful and honest. Seemed very personal. I feel a struggle. That feeling of quiet resolve and shy determination. Acknowledging that things can be different and better if you make it happen, but at the same time being afraid of the move, afraid it might not work out. What's that they say? The best way to make a dream come true is to wake up. That's what this piece is about to me. Waking up to reality--good or bad--and either fixing it or leaving it or accepting it.

"There are two ways of meeting difficulties. You alter the difficulties or you alter yourself to meet them." ~Phyllis Bottome

It definitely was personal, and when I write this way, I think there's no other way I can write. It's reaching a certain point where you can say "I'm happy with my life, I'm going to coast" or "why am I allowing myself to just waste away like this?" That was my approach to the "New Beginnings" concept, looking at the new year as a way of regrouping, and trying again.

p.e.a.c.e.
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THE HOME OF BOOK-NESS:
http://thisisbooksmusic.wordpress.com
http://twitter.com/thisisjohnbook
http://www.facebook.com/book1

When I was a beginner, it was hard to keep the time on the kick and snare without playing the hi-hat, as many others lose their faith without a SYMBOL
but GRACE notes are not always there
So METHODICALLY I turned my heartbeat to a click track
Realizing that angelic or INFERNAL, what I show you was once internal
Concieving my own PRINCIPLES to choose where I fight
For what physical object is worthy of my PLIGHT?
The CHOREOGRAPHY of the universe sings me my strategy
Even evil is my friend, for greatness is born from TRAGEDY
My faith lies in the unseen, though not IRREVERENT to the elements
It is a vulnerable heart which UNCROSSES the legs of the hesitant

that's my try. I know I changed the -ed to -es on that last word but uncrossed is a hard word to use in the past tense if you are not speaking about Christianity. This was fun. I miss these things like Vet used to do. Freestyle Board needs more stuff like this.

yep

NEW BEGINNING

as i METHODICALLY pick away at my life in extreme detail,
i wish i could restart and a more positive ATTITUDE would prevail
the INSTIGATION of PETTY feelings and beliefs has become an institution
both MYOPIC in the long run and leading the STRAY disenfranchised youth away from revolution
my brief encounters with DELIRIUM cause my brain to keep querying them
about my short GLIMPSE of happiness MISSING in this ERA,
i spit my knowledge at the internet MC symposium

Challenge #1 (random new outlooks)

*a lot of this is not meant to rhyme...some of it just came out that way...anywho...this is still pretty much random stream of consciousness type stuff...but hopefully someone will make sense of it*

I don't want to write anymore
It's screwing up my everyday language
I can't complete thoughts without METHODICALLY placing them in structure
I speak in haiku, tanka, cinquain ... anything to make it fit
My ATTITUDE toward the idea of everyday conversation has turned rather flippant
I find myself sometimes thinking, "There is nothing but poetry...it's all I know!"

I can't speak regular english anymore ... oh noooooo
Everything has been replaced by "yeah" and "somethin" or "thingie"
Speaking in metaphor has become a new fascination
I even stutter when I talk now because finding the words means I have to work
Be it the INSTIGATION of basic thought, or conceptualization of poetry and prose
I only know the words to speak when it falls into form.

Psychotic? Maybe...
Neurotic? Perhaps..
All out insane? Strong possibility
1st class poetry junkie? Most definitely

So I don't want to write anymore.
I need to learn how to speak in normal conversation again
I need to talk to people more about things outside of this circle that I now breathe in
It's effecting way too many things in my existence, and the only time I'm breathing is when I pick up my pen so...
I want to do more than just write...

I want to live life to it's fullest
Expand my horizons, come out of the fog I've been in lately that often leads to silence
When I'm not in the places I usually go where people know that I'm vibrant
I don't even talk to my loved ones anymore, because this poetry thing has basically tore
A hole in an already fragile conversation pattern that was suffering from the get go
This whole poetry thing has taken too much of a hold on me and sometimes I think I just need to let go
Got people calling me things that just don't suit me, like "the Oracle" and "Mamma D"
I know nothing about nothing and will never learn nothing as long as poets see in me
This so-called gift and quality of being the only one to forsee what happens in poetry
This whole poetry thing may very well end up being the death of me

Disenchanted? sometimes...
Cynical? possibility
Blown by the current state of what's happening with poetry? Most definitely...

See, now instead of calls from friends asking me how I be?
I get phone calls wondering who's got beef poetically
And the things that bring on these beefs...the stuff's quite PETTY
So I see why the "real" poets choose to bow out gracefully
Lay back in the cut, not comment on the scene
We can't walk into a spot where pure poetry is seen
Just pussy poets and punany chasers trynna make bullshit sound good
And find a MYOPIC neophyte to eventually stroke their wood

It's sad...
Once poetry and spoken word was used to soothe souls and teach us the beauty of life
Now...it's way to meet your future husband and/or future wife
Lemmings following "artists" who got more drama than daytime
Wanting to be the next groupie that makes it to the status partner for a lifetime
Or so they think
We are all hypocrites on this stage, so looking at us and thinking that we are what's on the page
is stupid
We can not save your soul, we can only teach you the limited things that we know
And to think that we're worthy of titles that hold more importance than
What we really are on stages...makes life much harder in the long run
Because once we STRAY from the preconcieved notion of who you think we be
Then we're the devils for adding to the DELIRIUM of what you now call poetry

So...

I don't wanna just write anymore
I want to inspire you to open your eyes beyond what you hear and see
I want to change the way I make you think
If I lay text to paper, I want it to be more than the mere illusion of a possibility
My being a poet...well, that's a small part of who I be
A GLIMPSE of the full package that makes up everything that is me
If you limit me or anyone else who steps on this stage tonight to what you see
Then you're MISSING the bigger picture
Because there's more to a poet than the words on the page, this is merely just a small fixture
And in the grand scheme of things, it would be ideal if we practiced what we preach
But if I give you this message and label it advice then I guess I should start with me

So I introduce you to my new ERA of poetry
Where you will see snippets of my life
And maybe when this is all over with
I'll be more than just what I write...

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Cop my stuff, mayne!

My first chapbook: "This Chapbook Was Made With Pilfered Office Products" available now - $6.00

My 2nd chapbook, coming in 2007: "Orgasms and Ice Cream"

fmi: http://www.myspace.com/delrica

you flipped the whole script on me.
i'm thinking brief 10 word synopsis, you hit em' off with an anthology.
I like it though, you got brass. Good *ish!

-One

Wow, my login still works 🤦🏾‍♂️

i typed a whole in response to this and i deleted it. i'll
just say, i hear you and i'm waiting to see your follow through.

oh, and wasn't the whole fed ex series about your life?
*smiles and hugs ya* don't forget the simple things. they make
life good. it doesn't all have to be deep, serious, and
thought provoking. i can say that 'cause i've been old and
serious for much of me and all that just makes you tired and
highly cynical after a while and terribly unappreciative of
those who can have fun just remember that's coming from
mamma nat.

peace,

n.

ps i know you mean so much more than what i touched on in my
response; don't doubt that.

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"I'm a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket and I'm waiting for my rocket to come." - Jason Mraz

"Conformity is the refuge of a stagnant mind."

>I hear you and i'm waiting to see your follow
>through.

I started following through long before I wrote the piece...you miss the point of it.

I think you're taking a lot of that piece out of context. There's a lot of backstory to the point of the piece that has nothing to do with my writing or the boards. Without it (the backstory), I can understand why you're reading it the way you are...but I appreciate your feedback none the less.

And you don't have to worry about me being old or cynical...I'm only 28! I'm only old if you're 8! LOL Which we know you're not *smile*

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Cop my stuff, mayne!

My first chapbook: "This Chapbook Was Made With Pilfered Office Products" available now - $6.00

My 2nd chapbook, coming in 2007: "Orgasms and Ice Cream"

fmi: http://www.myspace.com/delrica

see! that's what you get when you delete stuff.

sigh. i had typed that the piece above is your follow
through. i'm just waiting to see the rest on the boards. and
yeah, minus that back story i'm reaching in the dark, aren't
i? *rolls eyes at self (yeah, m'own self) and bows head in
submission* thanks for clarifying, though.

what?? you didn't know i'm only 6 1/2 yrs?? lol! just
messing around. seriously, though, the tone is just very
sombre and it just hit me, that's all.

peace,

n.

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"I'm a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket and I'm waiting for my rocket to come." - Jason Mraz

"Conformity is the refuge of a stagnant mind."

*initiating 7th grade moment*

you said submit!!! *lets out immature laugh*

*7th grade moment complete*

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Cop my stuff, mayne!

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"I'm a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket and I'm waiting for my rocket to come." - Jason Mraz

"Conformity is the refuge of a stagnant mind."

I really enjoyed reading that.

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Just keep thinking about it.


"Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?" -Alfred Lord Tennyson

"Consider how hard it is to change yourself and you'll understand what little chance you have in trying to change others." -J.M. Braude

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Just keep thinking about it.


"Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?" -Alfred Lord Tennyson

"Consider how hard it is to change yourself and you'll understand what little chance you have in trying to change others

UNCROSSED aspirations unfolds the nonmenclature of love,
my heart beats to a different CHOREOGRAPHY,
our SYMBOL of love is a infinite sign
for the cycle always continues and they are endless words to describe us,
we both have FAITH in this love,
in the GRACE of this relationship,
the TRAGEDY of my heart falling for one has been the sweetest PLIGHT of my life,
love how we METHODICALLY gone against the odds and PRINCIPLES,
cordially incline the flame between us, but not INFERNALly,
but blockin the IRREVERENT concerns of others,
conserving our bond


i hate writer's block. this doesnt seem too good.

"There is nothing more poetic, but depressing than a male writer" -yours truly

we live light years & shine bright out of an old era
unsheathing the sun to overcome the darkness that's missing
in action: an action that gives a glimpse
of our progress detached from struggles, struggles of delirium
where agony is birthed in our minds & not our hearts; no way to stray
from keeping our mentality away from myopic
keys that lock away our thoughts, risking to pave ways that are petty
inside our children: a future, where our actions are its instigation
we look into the pupils of a pupil to jump start a vibrant attitude
that runs on maintaining a vivacious cycle, methodically


bakari7's poetry corner...

the key to my heart
was played too sharp for those to
open up & hear

(11.29.03)

bakari7's poetry corner...

you killed me once
& during my resurrection
i vowed
never to let you kill me
again,
as i hand you the cross
bow with a bull's eye
hanging
over the left side of my chest

12.10.04

i close my eyes & open my mind to let in a symbol:
a cross swaying in the morning wind with grace
methodically, between a star & crescent moon that refuses to die

alive, the infernal that burns in me
give way to faith renewed, like a phoenix with convalesced principles
taking flight into the clouds above an outgoing plight

& i'm higher with ecstatic choreography: the 7-step in the name of heaven
the stage is set & i step away from footprints embedded in a tragedy
or irreverent paths that mock my ascension

my arms uncrossed, my palms open & the prayer begins



bakari7's poetry corner...

the key to my heart
was played too sharp for those to
open up & hear

(11.29.03)

bakari7's poetry corner...

you killed me once
& during my resurrection
i vowed
never to let you kill me
again,
as i hand you the cross
bow with a bull's eye
hanging
over the left side of my chest

12.10.04

SYMBOLs of miracles crash and slow traffic to a stop
We ignore GRACE and patience to lurk and watch
METHODICALLY, evil speeds by leaving us in it's dust
Eternal questions of the INFERNAL linger as we watch the carnage and thank God it's not us
PRINCIPLES are second-guessed as we think of all we haven't done that God doesn't want us to do in life
While we self-help we forget that life is not about our PLIGHT
God has given us the CHOREOGRAPHY to dance victoriously in His light
Traffic starts to move and so do our minds off the the latest TRAGEDY
We show God IRREVERENT faith in our complacence with negativity
Lanes go UNCROSSED by pedestrian mindsets as the drivers go straight ahead into the unknown
We watch the signs go unchanged and still forget to follow the ultimate leader and all He has shown

Challenge 2

Topic: Faith (in God, in your self, in your significant other, lack of faith etc.)

Symbol
Grace
Methodically
Infernal
Principles
Plight
Choreography
Tragedy
Irreverent
Uncrossed

"Slaves have options. There's escape, revolt, or death. But for cowards, there's only consequences..."--from Passing Strange

Challenge 2

Topic: Faith (in God, in your self, in your significant other, lack of faith etc.)

Symbol
Grace
Methodically
Infernal
Principles
Plight
Choreography
Tragedy
Irreverent
Uncrossed

The SYMBOL of my Life begins at one
The Magnificent GRACE that has been bestowed upon
Has touched my soul METHODICALLY when I could of have been dead & gone
But love has lifted me from INFERNAL dimensions
Not to mention the powerful PRINCIPLES that have sustain my heart
From PLIGHTS of evil existence out to challenge me
This CHOREGRAPHY and devise planning by the enemy
I fight back from this foreseen TRAGEDY and Win!
I�m no longer haunted by IRREVERENT tendencies
Only to be Unbound, Uncrossed, Unchained Free in an Enduring Peaceful Serenity

Pls comment or review..look forward too.

Thanks

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"oh yeah....this IS okayplayer.be ready for criticism & wild ass comments" © BigJazz

Challenge 1
Topic: New Beginnings (new year, new outlook, new start, etc)

Words:
Methodically
Attitude
Instigation
Petty
Myopic
Stray
Delirium
Glimpse
Missing
Era

I METHODICALLY manipulate thoughts to form a new ATTITUDE
my heart's rude but my soul is worth cleansing
my spirit seeks to find peace amidst the world's tempting wiles of sinful INSTIGATION
my wants were PETTY, but my goals are MYOPIC
The world ain't ready, my passion is MIGHTY but my
intentions are MICROSCOPIC
I STRAY from death only to live in DELIRIUM
but JAH gave me a GLIMPSE (finally) of what it's like
to be whole and not have my soul MISSING
this is a New ERA
where former woes, i'm Dismissing
hate dissing
love kissing til the day when my reality allows
for my happiness to be never-ending

this is our ERA to find the MISSING elements of self
get a GLIMPSE of love, freed from delirium in the upper
chambers of our mind's shelf
We can no longer STRAY from MYOPIC forms of intimacy
sometimes a PETTY INSTIGATION is a call for making love with yourself enough to see beyond insecurity
A New ATTITUDE METHODICALLY crafted from the loving hands of your soul
A New Beginning; a rebirth of self in 2004
should, i hope to be, the ultimate goal.

one.

~MUSE

...
..
.

Speak and it shall manifest
Breathe and it shall live
Love and it shall triumph
Give and it shall never be
lost... ever... - MarcArthur
St. Juste

"not one voice unheard" -
VOICES NYC (Brooklyn, NY)

HALLELU YAHWEH! AMEN

#1
In this ERA of new beginnings
I find myself MISSING something.
a quick GLIMPSE into the past reveals truth
I was at peace amidst the DELIRIUM that plagued my everyday
STRAY bullets intended for innocent bystanders
Hit their target and rearranged vision, left me MYOPIC
aborting my attempts for balance, got me struggling for PETTY cash
now, the light shining comes like an attack and all that�s new is foreign to me,
but being a foreigner is enough INSTIGATION to learn
and for the ATTITUDE to shift, so as the new times hit
I�m METHODICALLY meeting myself�

#2
he UNCROSSED my name
all that had occurred before was IRREVENT
the TRAGEDY that left me trying to understand
my CHOREOGRAPHY of 7 steps to freedom
but the PLIGHT as he show is only conquered via a duet
and his PRINCIPLES are protection
from INFERNAL destitution
METHODICALLY he helping me get my mind right
through his GRACE I get by
and I exist as a SYMBOL that through him is the only you can get up.

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Topic: New Beginnings (new year, new outlook, new start, etc)

Words:
Methodically
Attitude
Instigation
Petty
Myopic
Stray
Delirium
Glimpse
Missing
Era


Damn, Here it goes:

I often STRAY METHODICALLY searching for a new ERA/
MISSING the PETTY GLIMPSE of a world without terror/
INSTIGATION from the media causes confusion in my city/
I guess my "ATTITUDE is fucked up, and real shitty"/
MYOPIC focus lets me see the people, but I really ain't hearing them/
Knowing the world people suffer makes me suffer DELIRIUM....


I KILLED IT!!!!!!
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What chu think bout dat????? J2 aka Classic. The best EVER...

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Once a year I METHODICALLY break down
Start off fresh, get rid of the ATTITUDE
It tends to piss people off, like INSTIGATION
Those PETTY beings never want to see you doing well
Their MYOPIC focus doesn't reflect my own
Desperate to STRAY from the norm and succeed
Driving myself to a pleasent DELIRIUM
Accented by a GLIMPSE of my successful future
I am the MISSING link, the last man standing
I'm launching a new mind-set, the ERA of being self-made


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Just keep thinking about it.


"Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?" -Alfred Lord Tennyson

"Consider how hard it is to change yourself and you'll understand what little chance you have in trying to change others." -J.M. Braude

~~sig~~

Just keep thinking about it.


"Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?" -Alfred Lord Tennyson

"Consider how hard it is to change yourself and you'll understand what little chance you have in trying to change others

and i don' 'preciate you usin them big words know one!

makin' a thug haveta use the dictionary and sheeit.

;-P

I'll have challenge two later this week.

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Cop my stuff, mayne!

My first chapbook: "This Chapbook Was Made With Pilfered Office Products" available now - $6.00

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x-pand yo vo-cab-u-larry!

LOL

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"Too weird to live.... too rare to die..."

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See its the same ERA different year//Still livin in slow movement and still livin in fear//Still feel PETTY for the young ones ATTITUDE//Still wishin that they be placed in a mental institute//But this is my New Year's resolute//Just to catch a GLIMPSE of what we're MISSING //When niggas back in the days was on the porch reminiscen'//We fallin STRAY from them times into a DELIRIUM state//Haunted by the INSTIGATION, which turns in to debate//Which soon leads us to an increased crime rate//As I sit back, lookin at the past through my MYOPIC lens//It hurts me to see what the world has made of my mens//But I can't fault the world, when I see fault in me//So imma strive to rebuild, METHODICALLY//Step after step until I each an ending//So Ive been reaching 26 days into the beginning

"I analyze where I rest my eyes//and chastise the bes of guys with punchlines//Im Nestle when it' crunch time...See the truth in the thighs of a stripper, the eyes of my nigga/if it's only one why should it differ/so constantly i seek it/wonderin why i g

Challenge 1
Topic: New Beginnings (new year, new outlook, new start, etc)

Methodically
Attitude
Instigation
Petty
Myopic
Stray
Delirium
Glimpse
Missing
Era

Oil prices like a fetus can drop METHODICALLY
Doesn't take a Genius ATTITUDE to bomb atomically
INSTIGATION for the brawl is wall street confetti
While a nigga nation's in a free fall like Tom PETTY
Heartbreakers, I'm ready to stop their MYOPIC ways
.44 bullets in the street, innocent old lady adopts a STRAY
I gotta say I'm torn between DELIRIUM and a healthy fear of them
We've seen a GLIMPSE of imperium, check the way he leers at them
What's MISSING on the Risk board? Time to start the hoarding
Fortifying for a full time ERA. This is a recording.

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arkham in my last incarnation

...she had a body like a cello with legs
i mean the ass was absurd
long neck
smooth skin
pretty face
cookie nipples
eyes wide as her hips
full lips between dimples

...she had a body like a cello with legs
i mean the ass was absurd
long neck
smooth skin
pretty face
cookie nipples
eyes wide as her hips
full lips between dimples

I'm really BRAND NEW to this but really wanted to try...

RESOLUTIONS:

Periodically, I sit back and METHODICALLY think of life and the way that it ought-ta-be
Neither longitude nor latitude could ever have effect on my gratitude for ATTITUDE
The implication of positivity throughout the population, maybe people just need a little INSTIGATION
To stop being PETTY - throw a party, make it heavy - BYOB and I'll bring the confetti
If I stay MYOPIC, no correction of my optics, then I could always be focused on the topic
What a fuckin' cliche, like lost pets who become STRAYS, hard to believe they had a home yesterday
Like we're all infected with bacterium, past-fearing-'HIM', hypnotic type of twisted DELIRIUM
Take a GLIMPSE in the past between being chimps and a snake in the midst
Of Adam & Eve kissing, while the serpent lies hissing, we should be reminicsing of values we're MISSING
Lost in an ERA of tiarra's and mascarra - where my tear ducts have run drier then 7 Saharas

I won't cry anymore...

Original One

Topic: Faith (in God, in your self, in your significant other, lack of faith etc.)


So if the faith jumps past tear's face in a symbol,
Still small as a thimble, saved by grace when you stumble...
humble accusations mythodically awating internal, infernal,
to burn you're colonel with the principles of the principal...
Plight for the subliminal, whymsical onslaught of what say,
Hot day, sweat choreography in what way...make a copy...
Sloppy tragedy happening on a saturday weekend im tellin it,
burnt flesh; you smellin it worship forgetful elephants...
irrelevant...ask, forgiven of the loss; crucifix uncrossed,
JUST TWO WOODEN BLOCKS.

www.myspace.com/dubbsicks

i metodicaly start a new erea
it began from ending a life of histeria
my morning is now filled with sunshine
when my nights used to be all sublime
i got this breath of fresh air by chance
when i smatend up an saw it was lust not romance

I take a GLIMPSE at pimps and wimps talking nonsense
PETTY fools with jewels, white gold, like Ja Rule's
In this ERA it's clearer every day, something is MISSING
Niggaz pissing on chicks make hits, METHODICALLY
While DELIRIUM takes common sense from Lonnie
My ATTITUDE is rude, cuz topics are MYOPIC
Fuck the hot shit, we need to hear a STRAY prophet
Your favorite station, promotes lyrically INSTIGATION
Not information, about spiritual elevation
So my solution, until rap has restitution
Is fuck BET, and their televised pollution


>Challenge 1
>Topic: New Beginnings (new year, new outlook, new start,
>etc)
>
>Words:
>Methodically
>Attitude
>Instigation
>Petty
>Myopic
>Stray
>Delirium
>Glimpse
>Missing
>Era

methodically

Maybe it wasn�t such a good idea. Eventually, I knew my choices were going to catch up with me, but at the time, I didn�t care. Though I never always made the most responsible decisions, I always remembered what my father had told me. He always told me to just imagine what the future had in store for me. One day, after years of pushing my father�s advice to the side I acknowledged what I saw in front of me. Death. I don�t know how, or why, but when I thought of what lay ahead of me, I only saw my own demise. Could it have been my insecurities forcing me to deal with the inevitable? Another possibility is that I was just too scared of taking risks that I didn�t want to attempt them? Luckily I eventually saw what actually lay before me. Life. You can only live it once

Thank you to everyone who posted and made this month's challenge a HUGE success!

This is going in the archives...get ready for the next challenge!

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Cop my stuff, mayne!

My first chapbook: "This Chapbook Was Made With Pilfered Office Products" available now - $6.00

My 2nd chapbook, coming in 2007: "Orgasms and Ice Cream"

fmi: http://www.myspace.com/delrica