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delrica
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"May AOTM: Decstar"
Sat May-01-04 03:25 AM

  

          

Do the damn thang, shortie!

*oops* Congratulations! And forgot to anchor...how bout dat?

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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

  

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Topic Outline
Subject Author Message Date ID
Congrats SON!
May 01st 2004
1
three words to describe slim right now:
May 31st 2004
144
ha..
May 01st 2004
2
*applauds*
May 01st 2004
3
RE: May AOTM: Decstar
May 01st 2004
4
RE: May AOTM: Decstar
May 02nd 2004
5
RE: May AOTM: Decstar
May 02nd 2004
6
YYEEEAAHHHH
May 03rd 2004
7
look at the lil brotha doin his thing..
May 03rd 2004
8
Congratz! Maybe......
May 03rd 2004
9
Huh?
May 03rd 2004
13
AWWWW FRAGGLE
May 03rd 2004
10
Dammmmmmmnnnnnnnnn! Go Dec!
May 03rd 2004
11
Awwwwww -- My Baby Brotha -- FINALLY GOT IT!
May 03rd 2004
12
DEC!
May 03rd 2004
14
*smiles*
May 03rd 2004
15
yo where u at dec!?
May 04th 2004
16
RE: yo where u at dec!?
May 04th 2004
17
*smiles*
May 04th 2004
20
dec tryin' to build up that suspense
May 04th 2004
18
RE: dec tryin' to build up that suspense
May 04th 2004
19
From the desk of Decstar:
May 04th 2004
21
Congratulations!
May 06th 2004
33
Balancing Alliteration Linking In Kinetic Wisdom
May 05th 2004
22
Yeah -- You're Worth The Wait --
May 05th 2004
27
RE: Yes.
May 07th 2004
40
Hm
May 10th 2004
47
bitten pieces
May 05th 2004
23
RE: bitten pieces
May 06th 2004
31
RE: flows like tears of compassion
May 07th 2004
41
*smiles* Um hm
May 10th 2004
48
the days of my wife
May 05th 2004
24
RE: the days of my wife
May 07th 2004
42
Hm
May 10th 2004
49
i'm glad your aotm
May 12th 2004
55
that
May 24th 2004
107
RE: the days of my wife
May 25th 2004
117
black women
May 05th 2004
25
Caribbean
May 10th 2004
50
we know i'm a white girl
May 12th 2004
57
What Hip Hop said
May 05th 2004
26
RE: What Hip Hop said
May 06th 2004
32
I remember this one.
May 14th 2004
68
de la said the same thing
May 24th 2004
108
i used to smoke HER
May 06th 2004
28
*Word*
May 06th 2004
34
high off words :)
May 06th 2004
35
RE: i used to smoke HER
May 06th 2004
36
RE: i used to smoke HER
May 07th 2004
39
u put the art in art form
May 12th 2004
56
Well
May 14th 2004
69
yay yaaaaay...what what!
May 25th 2004
114
RE: i used to smoke HER
May 25th 2004
121
beyond skin
May 06th 2004
29
This is wonderful.
May 14th 2004
70
RE: beyond skin
May 24th 2004
102
RE: beyond skin
May 25th 2004
113
Sour Coalition of Colors
May 06th 2004
30
I think this is nice.
May 14th 2004
71
RE: Sour Coalition of Colors
May 25th 2004
115
Girl Scout Cookies
May 06th 2004
37
Previously it was said...
May 10th 2004
46
that's a very ill twist
May 24th 2004
109
RE: Girl Scout Cookies
May 25th 2004
116
a Optimisitc Kinectic Adventure Ya'll
May 06th 2004
38
You're Good --
May 07th 2004
43
RE: a Optimisitc Kinectic Adventure Ya'll
May 08th 2004
44
This was interesting.
May 14th 2004
72
Old Kenneth's Alcohol Yawns
May 09th 2004
45
sorry but that was
May 11th 2004
53
Once again...
May 14th 2004
73
yowsa yowsa yowsa!
May 18th 2004
87
Yo i see my name is not there....
May 25th 2004
120
Magnerdan's Trust
May 11th 2004
51
o dictionary
May 12th 2004
58
Not one of my favorites
May 14th 2004
74
Man and WOman
May 11th 2004
52
I reminisce
May 14th 2004
75
RE: Man and WOman
May 18th 2004
88
RE: May AOTM: Decstar
May 11th 2004
54
Questing King's World
May 13th 2004
59
*smiles*
May 14th 2004
78
Objective outlooks
May 14th 2004
60
i love these pieces you u.. hehehe
May 24th 2004
103
Delegating Callous Entries
May 14th 2004
61
The Village of Venom
May 14th 2004
62
Another Alliteration (That wasn't intentional)
May 31st 2004
145
Levels Under Heaven
May 14th 2004
63
And Another (This one was intentional)
May 31st 2004
146
Soliciting Talented Actions
May 14th 2004
64
Again?
May 31st 2004
147
Resting Zealous Intelligents
May 14th 2004
65
Finally
May 31st 2004
148
7 words (lik and mara playin)
May 14th 2004
66
RE: 7 words (lik and mara playin)
May 14th 2004
67
Um hm
May 14th 2004
76
Good times...
May 14th 2004
77
it's funny
May 24th 2004
110
Strange Fruit
May 17th 2004
79
RE: Strange Fruit
May 18th 2004
85
Strange Fruit
May 31st 2004
149
To My Sistah
May 17th 2004
80
Um hm
May 31st 2004
150
Stealth Waters
May 17th 2004
81
I remember this one!
May 31st 2004
151
Graduation
May 18th 2004
82
RE: Graduation
May 22nd 2004
97
*Smiles*
May 31st 2004
152
Just the Twinkles in her eyes
May 18th 2004
83
i'm jealous.. haha
May 18th 2004
86
*smiles*
May 31st 2004
153
what is love?
May 18th 2004
84
*applauds*
May 31st 2004
154
Devil's Window
May 19th 2004
89
RE: Devil's Window
May 19th 2004
93
aww
May 31st 2004
155
I'm black and i'm proud
May 19th 2004
90
All right
May 31st 2004
156
Alone
May 19th 2004
91
i can dissect this piece by piece
May 20th 2004
96
RE: Alone
May 24th 2004
104
RE: Alone
May 25th 2004
122
Ok
May 31st 2004
157
once a pimp
May 19th 2004
92
RE: once a pimp
May 20th 2004
94
that was perty beautiful lik
May 24th 2004
105
RE: once a pimp
May 25th 2004
112
ah ha
May 31st 2004
158
RE: May AOTM: Decstar
May 20th 2004
95
Before You Love Me
May 23rd 2004
98
All right
May 31st 2004
159
Janesis
May 24th 2004
99
RE: Janesis
May 24th 2004
106
RE: Janesis
May 24th 2004
111
Babe?
May 31st 2004
160
1000
May 24th 2004
100
u can get it..
May 25th 2004
118
RE: 1000
May 25th 2004
119
RE: 1000
May 27th 2004
129
RE: May AOTM: Decstar: Chaste's Lateness
May 24th 2004
101
Window Whispers
May 25th 2004
123
Moonlight
May 25th 2004
124
RE: Moonlight
May 25th 2004
127
RE: Moonlight
May 29th 2004
142
RE: May AOTM: Decstar
May 25th 2004
125
Getting Late
May 25th 2004
126
RE: Getting Late
May 25th 2004
128
Thunderstrom
May 28th 2004
130
RE: Thunderstrom
May 29th 2004
143
A,... B,.... Sex!!!!
May 28th 2004
131
Aint no light to this star (to Bean)
May 28th 2004
132
is it worth it?
May 28th 2004
133
moonlight under venus
May 28th 2004
134
Photosynthesis (truly for ginger)
May 28th 2004
135
RE: Photosynthesis (truly for ginger)
May 28th 2004
141
Unsatisfied for language
May 28th 2004
136
fallacious frostbites
May 28th 2004
137
Good Morning (in response to "Good Morning")
May 28th 2004
138
HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
May 28th 2004
139
u deserved it....thanks for the reading this month...
May 28th 2004
140

Otto
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Sat May-01-04 01:21 PM

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1. "Congrats SON!"
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you know i wouldnt quitt till it was done....now the votes have been tallied/ and im pumped up like Bally's/ cuz my boy dec is coming thru and his addy/ is under the AOTM thread...you deserve it man...

-Otto

  

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RatpackSlim
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Mon May-31-04 01:12 PM

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144. "three words to describe slim right now:"
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under the wire.

hey, fam, congrats on a great run this month. i've been out of the loop for most of the month, but i had a hardcore read-through of a number of your pieces here, and you got it locked down.

ima check more daily...

good work.
slim

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www.myspace.com/robsturma

  

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WILDOUT
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Sat May-01-04 02:11 PM

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2. "ha.."
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i finally get to be the hype man for my man!!

Yo dec, eyes open for this one..!
As usual i didnt catch the thread quick enough to drop first
lol
but whatever du..congrats you deserve it

((wo))

  

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mara
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Sat May-01-04 02:44 PM

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3. "*applauds*"
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Congratulations sugar. *blows kisses in his direction* Congratulations. *smiles*

*I'm hella hella sexy*

  

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MiracleRic
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Sat May-01-04 04:44 PM

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4. "RE: May AOTM: Decstar"
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o snap, congrats fam

Let me sport my Air Hyperbole 2010s in peace. (c) ansomble

Building repetoires (c) spm since 1983

  

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Zin
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Sun May-02-04 01:59 AM

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5. "RE: May AOTM: Decstar"
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it's all on you now doggs ...show 'em why

sig.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Guess who's Back

  

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gsquared
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Sun May-02-04 06:50 AM

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6. "RE: May AOTM: Decstar"
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..congrats ds...much deserved..

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

  

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3rd i
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Mon May-03-04 12:39 AM

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7. "YYEEEAAHHHH"
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i'm happy!!!! Congrats booger!!!!

sistawitafro: dude i've been caught many-a-night by a lifetime movie

dude: i remember when i first started watchin it. i was back in petey b (petersburg) and all tha ladies was watchin it. i was like i aint about to watch a damn chick flick wit all of ya'll. next thing i know, i'm passin out tissues and talkin about "he wrong for that. he wrong for that."

www.myspace.com/3rd_i

3rd i: so u gonna be my child's god parent
Dawgeatah: i already have 3
3rd i: yeah but do u have a black one..like pokemon gotta catch them all.

i am a self-mutilator
of the worst kind...
(c)MyLife

  

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clarion
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Mon May-03-04 03:09 AM

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8. "look at the lil brotha doin his thing.."
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ha...show off w/ur words..Dec!!


..

  

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KnowOne
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9. "Congratz! Maybe......"
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we could get a mara collab or 2? Hint hint....



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

IG: KnowOne215 | PS+ ID: KnowOne215

  

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mara
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13. "Huh?"
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*smiles*

*I'm hella hella sexy*

  

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robynwildchild
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10. "AWWWW FRAGGLE"
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*rob claps like a freak!!!*.... oh wait it ain't like.. i am .. lol..

i would jus like to say that this right here ladies and gentlemen is one of the world's finest men.. YES MEN.. it takes a lot of heart and soul to be a man and it don't matter where he at what he doing .. he is one of the finest.. he's good at what he does.. creative .. makes ya feel special.. loves to play.. talk ... listen.. willing to help... he has the ability to put himself in others shoes and put it out there with amazing skill.. the boy has depth and understandin.. the stars should be so proud!!!!!

you da shizzle fizzle now get to stompin the board for the month!
luv r. ..

~~~~~~~~ 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

  

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Natalie
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Mon May-03-04 07:29 AM

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11. "Dammmmmmmnnnnnnnnn! Go Dec!"
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I go away on vay-cay and look what happens!!!!!! Congrats, hon! You mos' def' got my absentee vote! Make this a month to remember

Cheers,

Nats.

==================================

"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."

  

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PhotoSynthesis
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12. "Awwwwww -- My Baby Brotha -- FINALLY GOT IT!"
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*smiles & giggles*


I'm ova here stressin' about my job and folks going out on "STRIKE" -- (if the "Powers" that be & the CWA Union don't come to an agreement and git their shit 2~gether) -- And you're over here due for some props & accolades! -- *sigh*

(((CONGRATULATIONS))) boo! -- ;^)

I just got back from training -- (Just in case we DO go out on strike) -- But I'm glad to see you bumpin' the board with your flava this month. -- ~U Go Boy~


I'll try to peep back when I can -- But if you don't see me around much -- I'll be checking the ARCHIVES later -- Cuz that's where your words & sentiments will be sittin' on the throne! -- *Yayyyyy*


A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence --
I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥

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

  

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Nowachaoticthing
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Mon May-03-04 10:09 AM

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14. "DEC!"
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Well it's about damn time! Congrats on this well deserved spotlight.

"To be a poet is a condition, not a profession."
- Robert Frost

http://inevitabletruth.blogspot.com/
http://www.lulu.com/content/187759
http://www.hdfest.com/Barry/allreviewsbarry.html
http://wishbonec.wordpress.com/

  

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soulchild
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15. "*smiles*"
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*looks up at tha rest of the board and nods in agreement*
yeah, have a good time lik!
co-sign especially on robyn's thoughts.
___________________________
-Phyllis-


"regarding simplification...
if i can't figure out what i wanna say
or how i wanna say it,
i'm probably going to remain silent.
the length of the expression of thought
is completely immaterial."
- delsbrothergeorge

  

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WILDOUT
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16. "yo where u at dec!?"
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you gotta have some flow time inbetween the baby making with mara...!
ive done checked every day---and thats a first..

im watching.

((wo))

  

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beatnik
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17. "RE: yo where u at dec!?"
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ya, arent they supposed to put something up for winning aotm?

PEACE LOVE and MONEY

https://soundcloud.com/dabeatnik/drumpf-beer

  

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mara
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20. "*smiles*"
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WO sweetie don't make me blush.

*I'm hella hella sexy*

  

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Vash the Stampede
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18. "dec tryin' to build up that suspense"
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i feel you though. good shyt on winnin' holmes. let's see some hot rhythmic action.

the Signature starts now:

yo, yo, yo, whut's up y'all.

the group is the ILLIANCE.

the url is www.illiancerecords.com.
/\free music is there, an' a forum/\

buy the album.

support your fuckin' up an' comin' artist.

oh, an' somebody said that this was sig worthy, so, here it is:
"i like some of his music. i just don't like the idea of him being a marketing ploy to get me to waste perfectly good backpack money on a rocafella cd."

fuckers

war

outro

the Signature starts now:

yo, yo, yo, whut's up y'all.

the group is the ILLIANCE.

the url is www.illiancerecords.com.
/\free music is there, an' a forum/\

buy the album.

support your fuckin' up an' comin' artist.

oh, an' somebody sa

  

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WILDOUT
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19. "RE: dec tryin' to build up that suspense"
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^^ straight--the orchestras on the rise

((wo))

  

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mara
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21. "From the desk of Decstar:"
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Tue May-04-04 01:08 PM

  

          

Unfortunately Mr. DEC is unable to get his computer to cooperate right now so he asked me to inform the masses. I'll try to get some of his work up in the meantime. Hopefully he'll be back shortly. Bad timing? Yes, I know.

Sorry for the inconvenience. *Smiles*

*I'm hella hella sexy*

  

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Imagination_7
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33. "Congratulations!"
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:)


It is very nearly impossible . . . to become an educated person in a country so distrustful of the independent mind. James Baldwin





Lesley

  

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Decstar
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22. "Balancing Alliteration Linking In Kinetic Wisdom"
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straight from tha altitudes
of bruised jews
and gems
of a him that types and writes hymns
basically
ya daily telepathy
that focuses on reality
rather than selling fallacious feces,
i tip my hat and sway my dreads
to tha golden rappers and platnium pens of a OKAY bed,
in hopes to accept tha apoligizes of tha wait of a almond face boy
that slangs wisdom and words and pizzas of joy,
i'm suppose to be a bastard with a intentive penis,
instead i've grabbed and kissed ya'll hearts, thank you all for makin me a genius



thank you, thank you, thank you good people. i really didnt want this. i would've rather my fam get it and i'd be tha last to accept tha AOTM, but hey, ya'll aint takin this shit from me. i really wish Zin would've got it tho. would've been a wedding gift from tha boards. but hey, u had ya honeymoon. that's enough.

once again thank ya'll for this. i'll try not to disappoint, even tho i did make ya'll wait. tha kid cant help what grown people wont acknowledge. ENJOY!!!!!!!!!

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

  

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PhotoSynthesis
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27. "Yeah -- You're Worth The Wait --"
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*mumble~grumble* -- ('Bout damn time/dollar waitin' on a dime) -- *LoL*


Congrats again boo! -- *smiles*


I'll be peepin' ya out periodically this month -- So just be patient, aaiight? -- ;^)

A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence --
I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥

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

  

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WILDOUT
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40. "RE: Yes."
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Am i ready..are they ready..
i donno dec//but im streaming this shit live to my mind

im like, yes! a source of new reading material from my mans!

((wo))


  

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mara
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47. "Hm"
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Minus a few "potty mouth" words, this was kind of cute... Balik without the "H" *Smiles*

*I'm hella hella sexy*

  

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23. "bitten pieces"
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i'm biting words
to not disturb
or disrupt this kind
but i know my words and thoughts shouldnt stay trapped in my mind,
time is endless when we talk and i love her figure,
but then again time stops and expand when her attitude plays a member,
in our so call romance or friendship,
alot of things we dont get,
how sometimes they are not enought words to be sweet, but we speak books in arguements,
maybe our love is tainted,
but how if we painted it,
our troubles are built on different opinions,
at first we were one in together, now we're in different diminsions,
seeking destruction, because letters has become our way to talk,
blaming me for things that was never my fault,
we agree to time and space,
i just want her to be in a comfortable place
and hope that our memories will never be erased
and our name in each other's mouth wouldnt be sour to tha taste,
she says she doesnt want her heart broken
and i dont want to babysit a heart that's immaturely provoking,
pushing my buttons
to test my resemblance and limits,
maybe i messed up for talking to others,
not doing enough in this pair of lovers,
but i thought i was perfect,
treating her right and working it,
it's not always about tha skills and experience,
it's how much heart you put into it

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

  

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31. "RE: bitten pieces"
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she says she doesnt want her heart broken
and i dont want to babysit a heart that's immaturely provoking,
pushing my buttons
to test my resemblance and limits,
maybe i messed up for talking to others,
not doing enough in this pair of lovers,

fa real b.. this is whatts up

~~~~~~~~ luv R.
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41. "RE: flows like tears of compassion"
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>i'm biting words
>to not disturb
>or disrupt this kind
>but i know my words and thoughts shouldnt stay trapped in my
>mind,

this hookt me in with the flow right here

>she says she doesnt want her heart broken
>and i dont want to babysit a heart that's immaturely
>provoking,

classic lines all threw this piece.

((wo))

  

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48. "*smiles* Um hm"
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"It's how much heart you put into it"

Sometimes when I read your words (because I know who you are) I feel like I'm imposing. As in "I shouldn't be hearing this conversation" type of imposing. It's uncomfortable. I kind of shift in my seat from the tension (honestly) Is that a bad thing? *Shrugs* I'm not sure. I haven't given any thought as to whether or not it was. I say that to say this: When I read your words sometimes, I understand (because I know who you are) why you write. It's your voice.

On another note ... this poem reminds me of something I wanted to tell you today. While I was doing the domestic thing, I came to an understanding in reference to myself. I'll inform you later.

*I'm hella hella sexy*

  

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24. "the days of my wife"
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it was a time when she was feeling my poetic madness,
perhaps she adored how i was more than average
until love was a tad bit
unfortunate
to catch our time
that ballooned
our conversations
into patient
pleasurable words
that was created by love and words
that changed our original into a different color,
she was became my lover
and together, we made the yellow out of the blue,
the warmth out of the flu
and made it greener on our side
as we glide
in our own world,
sometimes jealousy keeps us swirled
and out of character
and love doesnt help us mold each other back together,
we hold our tongues and think romanticly
how we can take a defeat
and make them faded dreams
like our memories,
what was once a mystery
is now my favorite story,
how we first met is my favorite chapter
with footnotes of our feelings that we mastered,
the first time we made love starts my favorite page,
how we smoothly eroded a phase
at my young age
keeps me dazed
til this day
as others are amazed
at how we are like gold
that has been melted a thousand times but still form the same mold,
she made me give up my best wishes
to share her greatest kisses,
how we started out as coals and quickly became diamonds
to manufact our precious findings
is what keeps us separate from the rest that try to confuse us,
but with all the interference, we have become like perfectly grown roses that are too soft to touch,
sometimes our eyes speak for our tongues and our body speaks for our lips,
and our hearts speaks for our minds as we give others tips
on how the paper undresses
to the power that me and my pen possesses

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

  

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42. "RE: the days of my wife"
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the insights of a heart in love are sights to behold...
everything seems to grow on me more as i read on

((wo))

  

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49. "Hm"
In response to Reply # 24
Mon May-10-04 06:19 PM

  

          

You let me read this one before correct?

*I'm hella hella sexy*

  

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55. "i'm glad your aotm"
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because its been a while since i've seen the gamut of your heart displayed ...

love it.. its why i started posting responses to you in the first place..
*hugs*

~~~~~~~~ luv R.
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"Institutions encourage us to consider the opinions they sell as "facts" and that we "believe" rather than question the morality they pitch."
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107. "that"
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was gorgeous.


---i'm here---

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117. "RE: the days of my wife"
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Yo...sorry i'm coming in this late...Congrats man

Now this piece here is Good on so many levels...like an anthology of your love...

you're one of the few artists that when i read their work...i feel no need to do something similar...i just nod in appreciation and be like "Now that's on another level"

Kinda like when a singer hears Bilal -- it's like u don't wanna immitate or better that sh*t, leave well enough alone cause "It's on another level"

DAMN!!...u see what u make me do...you got me preaching

*scans the forum and checks the WTF look on people's faces and...*

*exits through the back door*

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Men write notes to her music - revion

  

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25. "black women"
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the darkest color known,
she homes,
she's not ugly in any kind,
not dumb in any mind,
she's a nubian princess, an ebony queen,
a nightly goddess, a midnight dream,
beauty rests in her night skin,
nothing can explain her realness
that her soul friends,
she's scorned by the weathers of menalin,
but her smile brightens her complexion
a thousand times like the feeling inspired by red roses to affection,
she influences colors, nothing is greater than her,
she's the soup for my soul, nothing is greater to stir,
love how she blends in with her hair,
she makes me feel like the feeling after a flesh tear,
cool, relieved, smoothing and clean,
sweat never glisten so sweet and bright when her pores scream
and sings songs of beauty
that mesmerize me,
she's the missing piece to complete every puzzle, every picture,
she's the leader of BS, all problems can come from her,
then again she's peaceful and compromising, all problems can be solved by her,
love the joyeous sounds of her sable laughs,
sometimes i'm tongue tied at what her figure graphs,
she's the before time and the aftermath,
the past, present and future,
the beginning and ending, love how she nutures
me with elements of love, happiness and realness,
peace and nappiness, what secrets does she possess that makes me feel like this,
her words ghost accents of African, Jamaician, Austrailian, American, Caribbean,
whereever she was birthed, i love all my dark women

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

  

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50. "Caribbean"
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I feel the need to rep my island. Crucian massive... wha wha *waves flag in the air* LOL

*I'm hella hella sexy*

  

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57. "we know i'm a white girl"
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but that was waaaay romatic and sincere... caught me up..you make feeling like a woman beautiful no matter what the color shape .. lol... look at me being all serious.. lol..

~~~~~~~~ luv R.
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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

  

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26. "What Hip Hop said"
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put together by a bunch of opinions. not tha exact true, but maybe close.


they say i lost my touch, tradition was much better,
but my new school is bringing me much chedder,
fuck the kool kangos and dance models, i'm a collector,
fuck what you heard and what moves you make, i'm the director,
i'm about spreading my name and making green
and that's exactly what tha fuck i'm doing in mainstream,
my underground blood aint doin too well, most of them cats is wack,
so i crip'd over to mixtapes since Clue gave me a holla back,
and then they say when am i gonna stop putting out bullshit,
is it my fault i'm tryin to upgrade, but you still cop it,
now i got pimps in tha game and some country noise,
and you cant tell me some of that shit aint hot, i've developed some funky boys,
and then you ask why i'm in UK, Europe and Japan, why i teach them how to rap,
like America didnt steal some international shit and didnt give a THANK YOU back,
so ya'll need to relax, i know you noddin ya head to what i'm doin,
i know you listening to some ill mainstream and got ideas and thoughts brewin,
i'm tha reason why you got a pen in you hand in a acapella atmosphere,
but you got a song in ya head, puttin a nigga in fear,
and yea i said NIGGA, i created the word,
where the fuck else have you heard it,
without first influence of me and my music,
i abuse it,
cuz i am FUBU, For Understanding of Black Usage,
put all the colors of the world together and you get me,
simply,
i'm still the leading thing in history,
everybody sample me,
why you think rock is bleeding
and country is drenching
every single word my R&B speaks,
and you know what tha fuck techno does to my beats,
and one last thing before decreeting to my original self,
hell yea me and breakdancing separated, what tha fuck i look like sharing my belt,
so what's all tha animosity for,
when you buy everything about me in every store,
when you feel me on every fucking level,
i'm God of music, why ya'll treating me like tha devil, why you hate me when you made changes to my culture,
i started this, ya'll switched up things and i'm tha vulture,
come on, man, what tha fuck is wrong with ya'll,
i always had confidence, ya'll the ones who cant handle tha ball,
so really, imagine what the world would be without me around,
exactly, nothing, so stop bitching, why tha fuck would you want to go back down,
back to tha struggling stage,
stop being a bum and join tha new age,
the new millenium, cause i'm keeping it real and profitable,
there's no lost touch or downfall to me, i'm fucking unstoppable

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

  

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32. "RE: What Hip Hop said"
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YO... THIS IS HOTTTTTT.. i don't think i ever read nothing like dis from yo ass before.. i'm loving every line.. the meaning the whole piece is on fire... couldn't have said it any better, riiight??

~~~~~~~~ luv R.
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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

  

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68. "I remember this one."
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Of course the state of hip-hop has been a topic of discussion for years on end but I like your view because you address the thoughts of both sides will sticking to an opinion of your own. So what do I think? I think some have a point when it's said that hip-hop has strayed from it's origins. However, I feel it's useless to try to persuade the opposition in the other direction. I believe it's unfair to expect mainstream to revert to the ways of old to please the other side. People like what they like; it's a matter of personal preference.

*I'm hella hella sexy*

  

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108. "de la said the same thing"
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on one of the aoi albums.

i forget the line, but the idea was that would-be prophets who ignore profits are no good to anyone.

---i'm here---

"...do what scares you..." -- l. varela

  

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28. "i used to smoke HER"
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they used to call her J,
shorten it to L from B, but she still made winters into May,
ruining my stay
from natural
to supernatural,
i was there the same night the heat kissed her,
she came up with mixtures
of elixirs
and made us go through grass, buds, sticks and twisters,
i was there when she snagged a few
and gagged a few,
took breathes and strength at it's own pace like taboo
or is it taboe,
love the aerosol from her pepper orchard glow,
her field cover dress got me vulnerable from it's universal blow,
her DRO made me draw for hours
til she bled pure snow and made me feel like i was falling from towers,
her BLUEBERRY stench had me kissing dusty flowers,
she loved me with STRAWBERRY and CHOCOLATE mazes,
i was shocked when that PURPLE HAZE had me seeing different phases,
clouds of MID GRAY showered me with different glazes,
she took fire and made it fiyah
and made me admiyah
and cough to the carribbean jayah,
her gases made me create a gala
party in my head and took my breath else where,
only my body left to spare
and that ASTRO had me seeing stars that wasnt even there,
i was more spaced out when she came with RED HAIR,
i was disappointed when she took me HOMEGROWN,
it was dookie proned,
my 6th senses kicked in when the LOVEBOAT went down the strait,
her HASH had me traveling from lakes
and searching for more bitter cakes,
but i would soon make mistakes
when i sip thin orange and brown shakes,
this was the used to be feeling
when i used to be chilling
with tha weed addicts
that had me thinking of illmatics,
but i guess i've grown out of her influence on me,
i touched my last mary,
now i'm high on knowledge, words and faces,
i'm past smoking, i dont need her to travel to different places

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

  

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34. "*Word*"
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Now your WORDS are (((Smokin'))) -- And that's an even better trip! -- *wink*


~Hottt Stuff~

A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence --
I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥

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35. "high off words :)"
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*********************************

she loves me...more than she knows.

exist in limbo.

"when my love comes to see me it’s
just a little like music,a
little more like curving colour(say
orange)
against silence,or darkness…" -e.e. cummings


"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

  

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36. "RE: i used to smoke HER"
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very nice. i like the kaleidoscope effect of so many different pictures and images flashin around, it's nice. Good stuff, good stuff.

P.S. "Hugs...not drugs!" HA! *my crazy laughter*
___________________________
-Phyllis-


"regarding simplification...
if i can't figure out what i wanna say
or how i wanna say it,
i'm probably going to remain silent.
the length of the expression of thought
is completely immaterial."
- delsbrothergeorge

  

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39. "RE: i used to smoke HER"
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I used to roll with her and wish that she would choose me to tell her secrets to
but alas she was an herb, not on the level when i grew

people need to leave HER
((wo))

  

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56. "u put the art in art form"
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her HASH had me traveling from lakes
and searching for more bitter cakes,
but i would soon make mistakes
when i sip thin orange and brown shakes,
this was the used to be feeling
when i used to be chilling
with tha weed addicts
that had me thinking of illmatics,
but i guess i've grown out of her influence on me,
i touched my last mary,
now i'm high on knowledge, words and faces,
i'm past smoking, i dont need her to travel to different places

peace.. word .. niiiiiiiice.

~~~~~~~~ luv R.
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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

  

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mara
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69. "Well"
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Of course I can't relate to the weed to weed smoker relationship, but I understand it's purpose (Meaning your poem)

"This was the used to be feeling
when I used to be chilling
with the weed addicts
that had me thinking of illmatics"

I think that quote is nice.


*I'm hella hella sexy*

  

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114. "yay yaaaaay...what what!"
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BOOM!

this was pure hotness...

>>love the aerosol from her pepper orchard glow,
her field cover dress got me vulnerable from it's universal blow,
her DRO made me draw for hours
til she bled pure snow and made me feel like i was falling from towers,
her BLUEBERRY stench had me kissing dusty flowers,


^^...com'n thru all ladies manish...haha, good ish mang!

-Otto

  

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121. "RE: i used to smoke HER"
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ruining my stay
from natural
to supernatural

i'm not weed smoker but i can appreciate this...interesting choice of words

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29. "beyond skin"
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i dream fortunes,
ink probable proportions
through spoiled portions
of insubordnation,
my thoughts reek black like haitians
to rip accusations
of Caucasians,
i excelled through well known unknowns,
fostered love from broken homes and zones,
distracted by admirable sources
of the same heridiatary forces
that build inmaniciple courses
while they laugh from higher porches,
snap disgusted looks at my color and fallen fortresses,
i'm only a creator of my opinions,
a protector of my own feelings,
i second experiences
that were made possible through your hatred, your closedmindedness,
try to add darkness to my blindness,
but the barriers and walls
that were intended to make me fall,
i conquered them, kicked them over with avengence,
no hate in my eye but my confindence buffs up at your evil words to my alligiance,
i show no grievance,
nor mercy,
just the work, the intelligents, the heart of me,
it's weird how we'er the same man,
it's crazy that only opinions and ideas and feelings separates us enough that you cant stand
to be a fan,
a spectator
because you're afraid that i'm better,
so you discode me by my apperence,
so i tag tem you interference
with my intelligents and perseverance,
my heart and confidence blows through the clearence
that's clouded by your speckles of thoughts of beligerent experience
of your past with my kind,
but i'm one of a kind
and you fail to realize the struggle my kind
through all the time
when they worked for like and not riches
and had to birth bastard and bitches
at your hands and mischievence
and hatred and devience,
i cant explain which half
or which math
that's nice and turn the other cheek at one point,
then again could put you in your place with more than one joint,
shatter your pride like glass,
but what's the use when you cheat characters by defeating one with a mass,
why do we love or hate something that we cant diffuse,
i hate stupidity and ignorance like you hate race but my hate doesnt see color like you

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

  

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70. "This is wonderful."
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I like this poem so much because it represents the fighter mentality that you & I speak of on occassion. This is how I like to see you both off and on the page.

"I hate stupidity and ignorance like you hate race but my
hate doesnt see color like you"

That's a really nice ending.

*I'm hella hella sexy*

  

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102. "RE: beyond skin"
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while they laugh from higher porches,
snap disgusted looks at my color and fallen fortresses,
i'm only a creator of my opinions,
a protector of my own feelings,
i second experiences
that were made possible through your hatred, your closedmindedness,
try to add darkness to my blindness,
but the barriers and walls
that were intended to make me fall,
i conquered them, kicked them over with avengence,

if it weren't for the struggle then it wouldn't be worth so much.. i know these lines.. i've been there...

~~~~~~~~ luv R.
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113. "RE: beyond skin"
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i excelled through well known unknowns,
fostered love from broken homes and zones,
distracted by admirable sources
of the same heridiatary forces
that build inmaniciple courses
while they laugh from higher porches,
snap disgusted looks at my color and fallen fortresses,
i'm only a creator of my opinions,
a protector of my own feelings,
i second experiences
that were made possible through your hatred, your closedmindedness,
try to add darkness to my blindness,
but the barriers and walls
that were intended to make me fall,
i conquered them, kicked them over with avengence,
~~~~~~~
\

...NEVER GIVE UP MOTHERLOVER!...NEVER!

i like this, its a cadence to me.

-Otto

  

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30. "Sour Coalition of Colors"
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words dance on my tongue, stressing
moments when i was under testing,
i try to shake mistakes off with motions of secret hawaiian lessons
in search of a fairyland of happiness where i can put forever as my sessions,
i daydream of blue suns and yellow clouds,
green oceans just to wash my purple heart and black smiles,
wash fractions
of half my interactions
that has lead me
to now be incomplete
with happiness and memories
of what could've been or what should've been as now i bitterly
taste stolen words of crooks
that try to plague the stones of my brooks,
but they foot their own mouths as they hold the same thoughts of those who want the truth and words
that dance on my tongue before flying away like birds,
i ponder how can i play the game of hearts looking out through broken windows
of affection, dancing under clouds of sour tears as sweet wind blows,
i lean against sorrow as i think back to where i once merged with many rainbows,
but after the somewhat happiness, they get the rain, i get the bows,
i get the friends, they get the foes,
i suppose
i should've repaired the severe blows,
but instead i travel down different roads,
now my journey in search of love has begun,
side roads and short cuts were fun,
i had deceiving moments
with devoting components,
followed rainbow contradictions
with colors of fiction,
now those same colors stain me
as my past haunt me,
i see beautiful figures from a distance but only my "hey"s are accepted by sanction,
the futher i go, the more lost i become, traveling in search for affection

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

  

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71. "I think this is nice."
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It's colorful and pretty. Not woman pretty, not man pretty, just pretty like words on paper. *Smiles* (You know what I mean)

"they foot their own mouths as they hold the same
thoughts of those who want the truth and words
that dance on my tongue before flying away like birds"

I also think this is a beautiful image.

*I'm hella hella sexy*

  

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115. "RE: Sour Coalition of Colors"
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i daydream of blue suns and yellow clouds,
green oceans just to wash my purple heart and black smiles,
wash fractions
of half my interactions
that has lead me
to now be incomplete
with happiness and memories
of what could've been or what should've been as now i bitterly
taste stolen words of crooks
that try to plague the stones of my brooks,
~~~~~

..i think the word "sour" in the title, along with the word "colors" is a perfect combination...i mean, this evoked a lot of "colorful" imagery, and a lot of bitterness("sour")...so i think u were on the mark...i like the imagery duke!

-Otto

  

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37. "Girl Scout Cookies"
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prancing tears
mixture flavors,
peanut butter laughs
about chocolate people
made from broken and contaminated tools,
never rotten but always left out,
no coconut sunshine
for eyes that seen tha oven too long,
over developed batter
with undeveloped ingredients,
sugar as bitter as dirt
poured in to render tongues and noses,
only macadamian nut and caramel to the delights of others
get tha descanted eyes and glory tips,
no one can handle the real chocolate by themselves,
shortbread with short pride get eaten
only to leave frowns of broken gingerbread men snapped,
no other way to be sweet
but to be dipped in delvugence,
the cookies that are presented with smiles
are tha smiles of glory and chance
with bubbles of mischivence,
but the true smiles of little girls
with the hurt and shame and pain
that get their sweetness takened too early
are where the real chocolate stands,
yet they cant smile,
real girl scouts work with their wilderness,
not smile with the water and sun

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

  

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46. "Previously it was said..."
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"There's a lot of vague imagery in here ... though it could be tightened up with more attachment to the physical world & less to the abstract so we can visualize even more"

I agree with that. However, I thought about this:

"But the true smiles of little girls
with the hurt & shame & pain
that get their sweetness taken too early..."

There is more than one way a child can "get their sweetness taken too early" It reminds me of this term I heard it freshman English that means "the loss of innocence" (I don't remember the term as of now) Whether it's from molestation, physical and/or emotional abuse, etc., some children unfortunately encounter events which steal their innocence. I understand that. These lines were nice.

*I'm hella hella sexy*

  

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109. "that's a very ill twist"
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sick visuals to boot(y).


---i'm here---

"...do what scares you..." -- l. varela

  

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116. "RE: Girl Scout Cookies"
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chocolate people
made from broken and contaminated tools,
never rotten but always left out,
no coconut sunshine
for eyes that seen tha oven too long,
over developed batter
with undeveloped ingredients,
sugar as bitter as dirt
~~~~~~~~~

...its cool how u can take such a seemingly innocuous object, and make it mean something, make it represent a whole culture, make it illustrate the reality of things....brilliant

-Otto

  

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38. "a Optimisitc Kinectic Adventure Ya'll"
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OKAY
i played myself thinking i could rock with these PLAYERs,
DOTted COMmon thoughts thinking it could amount to the greater,
my pen following with PRESYZION lines
and OTTO(auto)matically dance on pages with footsteps of SAGE,
my liquid SNOW FLOW freezes the page
as i mesmerize in MUTEd worlds,
BLAKSILENCE with reflections of colored pearls,
i DECked STARs and rode with the moon
to challenge nightly passions from east to west sides, telling the sun i'll holla 2MARA afternoon,
tasted HEBREW HONEY
from JUMANJI
while watching a SOULSTICE sun
that dance across my eyes as sweet as warmth, thoughts and feelings that rest within my left lung,
once, i announced myself as an INGENIUS POET,
then a HIP HOP POET
with my delightful thoughts crested between lines of paper like a sandwich,
slabbed MIRCLERIC instead of mirclewhip
and powered up and became the PRODIGEOUS POET,
toting a different LUNCHBOXX
like i twas ok to ROCKAH spot,
i traveled in my STACY ADAMs down rural roads,
FOCUSed on 23 different styles on improving my flows
cause i WILDOUT on my foes
and leave them froze,
feeling a WINTER BLAZE and summer blizzards
as i throw TOOTHPICK ache desserts
on my way to DELSBROTHERGEORGE shack,
who is often called UNCLE CLIMAX,
his DELaRICAn skin and experienced tongue told me tales with vivid captions,
speaking quotes like "it takes one to KNOWONE",
i felt his words, but somehow it made me FORNIQUE
unique,
created and antique
yet L O QUENT attrated flow
that i didnt know
i had til he made me realize that i fell short of FREEDOM as a FIGHTER,
but with a PHOTOSYNTHESIS lighter,
i BAR'd TEKnology
and left to keep NEWSIC NOYC(noisy)
wit a HARMONI
REPRESENTATIVE with 002 stashed around his 3RD I,
all of a sudden, my INSTANT AXIS revolves much sweeter,
i become a leader,
my tongue was lightening, my pen the thunder,
i wasnt even a beast anymore, i became a HUNUH,
a OKAYPLAER wit a DLUX style,
rocking crowds
with my new knowledge that i've crown'd,
all of a sudden, a VICTRIOUS WOMAN i FOUND,
so ebony and sweet to my eyes,
blessed by her UNIVERSAlDIVINEd love, in my heart is where she lives,
it's crazy how love can cripple your thoughts,
but she enhances one to so many levels from the different words we caught, i use this SPREAD of love and let myself go with the flow,
now i think of all of what i've learned and her and rock any show,
now when they scream SUN DAS ILL and dont judge,
i'll hold my pen up and say ONE LOVE

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

  

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43. "You're Good --"
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At this "Name Game" thang -- (((Forreal Tho))) -- *wink*


Thanks 4 the shout! -- ;^)

A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence --
I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥

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44. "RE: a Optimisitc Kinectic Adventure Ya'll"
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rocked it.

peace.


*********************************

she loves me...more than she knows.

exist in limbo.

"when my love comes to see me it’s
just a little like music,a
little more like curving colour(say
orange)
against silence,or darkness…" -e.e. cummings


"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

  

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72. "This was interesting."
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It seems as if it was fun to do. I especially like the part where you say our names. I could give a shit about all the others *Cheese*

*I'm hella hella sexy*

  

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45. "Old Kenneth's Alcohol Yawns"
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i sit back and read THA ANTHOLOGY
by some GIOVANNI who XPERIENCEd INK for the first time,
NOWACHAOTICTHING has mendered my SLICK LYRICs,
my MUSE was raped,
so the SEMPLISSTECHnique of words would calm me,
a little liquor would help also,
i sit and ponder these DEEPTHOUGHTs 74 times
as a DIFFIDENT ALCHEMIST mix me another MYSTIC ELIXIR,
he called a cab for me,
he said i would be a DAISYSUICIDESPARKLER if i jumped in my BLAK YUKON,
said the scene wouldnt be PG rated
i sit SOBER from J's ALISE with ORANGELONI's in it,
i lean back and watch BLUETIGERs play in the GLASS,
pink MARMARIes dance around the outside
or maybe they are barbies,
i noticed ROBYN was a WILDCHILD that liked to WILDOUT,
but i sighed and waved her off,
my UNTITLED THOUGHTs seemed LAXYDAZICAL
as my manipulated THOUGHT KNOXX tweaked here and there,
my UNIVERSOUL seemed arrogant
like i was ONE MAN AMAZIN,
even a MAYOKING,
being a LUNAECO in BARTON FINK made you like that,
figure i should pack my bags and get a MOREHOUSE in OTWOFOUR,
let my ERGOBLISS breathe ATLAS
and put it back into a FLASK and SCRIBE DASWEETESTTABOO on it,
get a DELRICAn that's HOTTLYKEFIYAH,
NATALIE would be a nice name to say
or a cute PANTHER that's A LEO,
maybe MARA would suit her,
i need a EZZENTIAL backgroundto take care of my milant GSQUARED mentality,
so i wont have to SCROOFAYS all day,
let my CHASTE SOULS sing it's SYLLABICDIVINITY,
hurts when they call me a PAPERDOLL POET
or a wooden dollar writer,
knowing it takes KNOWONE to FEELONE,
only a SPECIALONE can be so DIVINEVERSATILE,
didnt i write that,
maybe my NAPPINESS is getting the best of me,
ahh, who am i kidding,
i think he slipped me some MORPHEME,
i'm MINDFUL, i need to go home.....
.......
what tha hell....
.....
NATHANIEL....
.....
that's my name...
i wrote this damn book

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

  

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53. "sorry but that was"
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DOPE.

(i've never seen that kinda thing done so well)

*********

Not everything is as difficult as you want to make it.

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73. "Once again..."
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I especially like the part where my name is mentioned *Blows a kiss in his direction*

*I'm hella hella sexy*

  

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87. "yowsa yowsa yowsa!"
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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"

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120. "Yo i see my name is not there...."
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it's a pretty tight piece man...doesn't feel forced at all
reminds me of the COTM we did a while back...where u take lines from other poems and create a poem from them

you must have had fun doing this one...

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51. "Magnerdan's Trust"
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Time has become an ineffient amity,
trapping the valleity of happiness because of
the perception of guilt,
virtous passion of one's past
guides new bounds for tomorrow's shine,
flowing through darkness before light,
yesterday's forgiveness holds today's trust
for the future endowed differently from the past
as the present revolves so sweetly,
shame how things now are perfect
because of the departure of the past,
lies couldnt escape beauty
for the falter of one's inner self holds secrets
that understandable ears cannot bear,
trouble lies in another world
more fitting for deception,
tears couldnt disturb preciousness,
sorrow has already eaten away ghosts
with lewd pains
and sleepless nights,
piercing as the solace,
closure would be another beginning one may need to start,
only pure recidivism accepted to correct what has been done
will write the passage that will
show that every light lingers,
forever couldnt be a possibility
unless never was in the vocabulary as well,
never was the beginning
while forever became the interregrum,
the only answer to expunge the ternagent,
meddles of pain and
memories that bifurcated the internecine and
atrabilious diseaters of before
and the neoteric glismpe of now
is for the luminary to guide it's once own escape,
eminence now is the infraction of the profligated truth of before,
new blood must be dripped and tasted
and the closure of a legacy must be derogated
to become the terminus of for every little light,
darkness fall first and last

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

  

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58. "o dictionary"
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when you gonna have footnotes for us folks who don't know all that.. lol...

priceless.. making me work for understandin

~~~~~~~~ luv R.
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74. "Not one of my favorites"
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Personally I think some parts read better than others, refering to how smooth a few of the words blend with each other. Also because I don't know what a few of the words mean, it takes away from my understanding of what the poem is saying. Again it's not one of my favorites.

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52. "Man and WOman"
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fellas, men, boys, guys, gentlemen,
they are some good ones,
some bad ones,
and some who just pretend,
some who just fit in
and some who just cant get it,
holding hands wit a lady, faithful momentarily,
but is she really happy,
is her hand eagerly waiting and resting peacefully another day
or is it eloquently ready to get away,
ready to intangle the tangled hands and separate the finger loving because of what every man has on his resume,
dog, womanizer, cheater,
even our names are used in bad forms:
MALE
MALice
MALpractice
MALfunction
MALcontent
MALapropism
MANace
MENtal
BOYcott
MALignant
MANdatory
MANia
even MENopause
and MENstration,
so are we really the reason why ya'll act like that,
man-made are just excessive things taken
from something that was once beautiful,
we're so fabricated by our manhood
that we cant see nothing else,
where as for sisters,
the bond of friendship,
the centerpiece of support,
the backbone of black pride
and what is a brotherman,
a hustler,
a black man,
confused soul,
a agrivating lil sumthin, sumthin
or a TU graduate (tyrone, pro at dickin down chicks),
even phrases are against us,
you never heard of a pretty man,
we get fine, but fine
is also used as a conclussionary remark of disgust,
a given up signal,
where as everything that has a woman's name in it is great,
look at mother nature,
the reason why the orchards and plants
are so green and lovely,
because of the air she produces,
a woman's touch is just a stroke of heaven,
simple aint it?
women are built to love
while men are built to lust and be sucessful,
but at the end of the day,
we still rest with her in every way
because we call the same,
look in the name,
woMEN,
feMALE,
sure you have ladies
and we have guys,
so maybe were not as bad after all
because even thought this world is built for a man's success,
a woman's drive is much sweeter

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

  

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75. "I reminisce"
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This poem is reminiscent of the days where we used to sit and discuss the ways of men and woman. The thought of those conversations are making me smile. Good times baby, good times.

"so maybe were not as bad after all
because even thought this world is built for a man's success,
a woman's drive is much sweeter"

Naw baby you're the sweet one *winks*

*I'm hella hella sexy*

  

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88. "RE: Man and WOman"
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lotsa good points in here.
but don't forget, lotsa people see God as a He.
___________________________
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and the soul sings on...

  

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54. "RE: May AOTM: Decstar"
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Congrats Decstar...do the damn thing partner!!

Deepthought

"When I hear wack rhymes, I get fed up"- Krs-One

"Even when I'm bragging, I'm being sincere"-LL

Verse One:

Could you tell me who released our animal instinct?
Got the white man sittin' there tickled pink.
Laughin' at us on the av

  

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59. "Questing King's World"
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in a khan kingdom,
a keen king and queen welcomes my quietness,
with a krestel on his shoulders,
we take a quick tour of their quarters,
a wise wizard with keratitis
kissed us with words of knowledge quite quiantly
as he wears a kitsch quilt,
we enter the wide kitchen
as the quasar woman cook
knishes, kielbasas, kohlrabies and kelp,
the king knavishly kidnaps a quishe,
momentarily, a wayfarer whispers to us that the quadrige awaits us,
we walk downstairs,
on the way to the wagon,
i see a few of his kindred having a kaffeeklatsch,
his wife wed our quest
as we wonder to a karate,
the worthy knights kick and quarrel,
pinpointing moves to cause kyphosis,
next we went to a wall
where keglers played with quartz,
we quickly quain through the westlands
where waifs and the queers were,
they respected the king
but had quirulous faces as the wagon was past them,
we with dispatch approach a quagmire
where kakas and wildcats and koalas and karakuls
and weasels and weevils,
i watch a wasp waylay a katydid
til my eyes wisk upon the king's wife,
her figure wailed such quintessence
as her lips look so wet from the kanguat,
her kirtle wore kalmias that were so well-favored
as we wondered on, we came across a field of warrented workers
and kleptomanias,
the warden whipped some with a knout
as we found or way to another city,
we stop and walk to a kabuki
celebrating the king's kinship and kingship quadricentennial
as the kazoos and kettledrums wail,
the king and queen quixotically kiss,
after that we made our way back,
we stopped so the king could buy a present,
we saw wonderful structures made by kame and kaoline
in kilns that were kindle by kerosene,
women were also knitting with qiviut and weave,
i got some water and a wet wafer,
after dinner, the king took me to a whorehouse,
wangers quaff walnut wine
and gambled on keno,
the kinky women wildly kissed me,
you could say karma chosed it's way,
a wintry wind whirled,
a killjoy white man knifed the king,
before anybody could get to him, he runs,
before he leaves, a knot on his knuckle explodes,
a killick kissed the king's chest like a kamikaze,
killing him

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

  

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78. "*smiles*"
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Honestly I didn't even read this because I took one look at it and all ready knew what is was. I think it was fun for you and I know you enjoyed doing it so it makes me smile. I remember you explaining it to me and I could tell you were enjoying yourself because it was a challenge. This was cool.

*I'm hella hella sexy*

  

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60. "Objective outlooks"
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optimistic opportunities
orbit a object of
such originality,
but occasionly,
his old but overwelming objectives
offer obscene obligations,
his obession and overindulgence
originates obstreperous
outbreaks of outlaws
that obvert and outwit
him to outdated opinions,
he retreats to his oasis
to plant words in his orchard,
he sings to the overcast
of oily october skies,
shuts down his onomatopeotic slang
and obey to his word osmosis,
obstruct the outer ozone
of his office
to occupy his openness,
although his minor outage of the obnoxious
organization of the others,
his orientation of his own orchastra
is what he feels officials owe to him

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

  

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103. "i love these pieces you u.. hehehe"
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its just flooowwwsss...

~~~~~~~~ luv R.
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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

  

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61. "Delegating Callous Entries"
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depressed elephants ear callous events
consisting of competion from dark eagles,
dogmatic eggs crack electric channels
of egotistical elements
that divert caskets
of divorced experts,
domestic dragons call diplomatic engagements
to equip and continue calisthenics
of enigmas and epidemic diseaters,
demigods dethrone cordial convenience
to counterespionage,
extract the empire of desideratum
and energize the dynasty of exactitude
evil does cut corpulence
to distill congenial constipation,
the death maker's carbon conceive a demon dog
as the cyberal chancellors crayon cottonmouth cobras,
decadence camouflage calumny
that caper discreet crusaders
on eccentric convases
with dark eclipses,
celestrail entertainers dunk crossiant in cosmopolitan drinks
to elevate their conscience,
delegates down dizzy champange
while deflowering courtesans,
contorting countenances with compact loudiness
as evening turns into day,
collegues exercise earth dances,
cannibals creep into their exertion,
but uncognizantly, the Christians counterattack,
color the evadors with their own cartileges,
catastrophe commence,
confederates cleverly decapitate echoelons,
carnage enters it's capital
as caramel canaries leer the extravaganza,
careless cougars and coyettes caress carcuses
as calamity circles them,
dictators coerce the contention,
elite elfs course cool cider
that clasp the drylands with the chutney and cockroachs,
crusaders chunk enkindled carafes,
deviants cannon cobalt cocktails
the climax corgulate
citadels, edifices and composition disintegrate

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

  

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62. "The Village of Venom"
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virile vipers versus vaginal venuses,
veterans versus virgins,
victors vomit vanilla venom,
verifying venacular verses and vindictive vowels,
veering viscid violet vines
into velvet vinagrettes,
verifications vary vertical versions,
venturing verbatum value
of versatile villians
but valor victims vie vanity,
vicarious vermins
visit vintage vendettas
of vivacious Virgos,
vultures voice voltage of vertex volumes,
vice versa voracious vespers
to voluptuous vacations
of varsity vicinties,
vigor vile vampires veto valiance,
finally venerable vertebraes
vessel into vague villages,
viciously vaporize vacants,
vexing vasectomies and vagiaitis
of verbs and vocabularies,
vast viruses vacate the vestige
as vigils view very verbatious
vest veined vichyssoise velours,
veneering vandals,
victory ventilate the verdict,
vengenance vibrate the vital vision of vulgarity
with virtual velocity of valentines
and variance,
void veal varieties
to vent vegatations of verbal vitamins,
the vote is versed, verdict is varnished,
vulnerable veils vanquish vows
on the verge of vengeful voyages

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

  

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145. "Another Alliteration (That wasn't intentional)"
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I didn't read this one because I remember it. I don't like it. Too many complicated words & too much repetition. That's the bad thing about alliteration. It can be a fun thing to do but it's totally repetitive.

*I'm hella hella sexy*

  

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63. "Levels Under Heaven"
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hopeless haggars hinder hazelnut hobos,
lavender leprechauns let up lewd leverages,
unleashing ulcer unconditional unguents
on ungodly legacies,
laminating hilarious labels
of lads and hobgoblins,
unicorns and leopards,
lynx lawyers horrify utilities
of history and hemispheres
of lesbian lavitars
with helter skelter hygiene
upgrading labyrinths
and underating hospitality
as lame humans leave
homages to harvest ugly hornets,
upholster lackluster universes
link licorice horoscopes
and eat homonyns and hoagies
loaded with uncommon literature
from horrdendous heredity
of unworthy hybrids
that loan hypocritical lavreates
from unanimous universities
under heaven but
hoover hills of lunar lands,
lick hymens to hester lust
undulating horny levels
of lathargic leagues,
hundreds of huge but hollow-headed liberals
utter upperclass languages
leering unique units
and underline homicides
with lais sez-faire uniforms
and unlucky hermaphrodite heels,
understanding lectures of hell lagoons,
but unsure of humanity,
their helmets hem long hairy locks
with lazy hairlines
listening, learning, levitating
uninterested hawks
that ladle their heather-gray laundry
as they hold their lemon looks
at Lucifer heathens
with upset hearts,
they hang uranium hulls
that hemorrhage urinea of loose lovers,
finally he-men and herbivores
leave their hiatus
to only need the hedonism
and lip heated herbs
as others unattach havoc hernias
by using the heimlech maneuver,
now heavy heiers learn how to help their universal homes
rather than heist understatements of lexicography

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

  

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146. "And Another (This one was intentional)"
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I didn't read this one either. I recognize your alliteration poems from before. I'm just responding to do some last minute "increasing of the post count" & also because I would like to see my name under all of your threads. It's pretty isn't it? *Smiles* & so is my flower.

*I'm hella hella sexy*

  

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64. "Soliciting Talented Actions"
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the appealing atmosphere of adultery
tantalized by temptation
sells a sultry scene
with a suspenseful theme
sensual anthems
to stimulate a aphrodisiac scene,
silhouettes with simple attire
surrender to the state's addiction
Sex,
spouses accept adutery as alimony,
tempess with silicon thoraxes,
arch to take sodamy and spontaneous sin,
the air shares a scandelous scent,
stawberry solutions sedate silver streams
as the torrid tempertures trace of
sweat against sensous strangers
as albacores attract albatrosses,
adults seduce tyros,
saints switch from angels to sluts
to seldomly sacrifice their shyness,
soft screams serenade trances of aspiration,
seamen accomapany women to satuarate their semen
across their ocean of toffee
as apricot aliens ameliorate adjacent tails,
agents snatch skirts to tamper with agape slots,
his tongue smooth tart shoulders
and tense spine,
tour the spinster silky skin,
touch her teat titties
and tone stomach,
she tilts back into a azure stupor,
her soul abducted by his stiffeness and affection,
she tries to abnegate her sacred thrist
but shivers as he teases her slender triceps,
slides his finger tips across her amazon,
his tool throbs against her thunder thighs..............

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

  

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147. "Again?"
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I remember you doing a lot of these. I think you damn near did ever fucking letter in the alphabet. I read this one half way (to refresh my memory of course) I remember the concept. I remember the conversation about it (somewhat) That was kind of nice.

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65. "Resting Zealous Intelligents"
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rectify ravens round rings for the revival
of Zeus,
a zilch Zen,
ingenious idiot
that retired by reveling Russian Roulette with rose thorns,
rain intoxicate the rough robins
as they recite idylls,
rival ibis intrudes,
but immediately retreat,
realizing the zodiac ritual,
to rookies, this rhapsody
is the icing to their identifaction,
they ingest rhubarbs, rice and ice residue
as their recipes reek of rosemary
as they idle their inculous,
insomnia rest refresh their reception
to their royal idol,
raspberry ink roll off their robes
as the rain resumes,
zoos of rastafareans
seemed interested in the incidents,
they sit impatiently on inclines
as Rabbis inspire illicit italics,
ignorant imposters incite ranches
for ransom,
the refuge irrevocably identify
that the regime are incognito
back at the region isolated of rebellious reactions
rounded by intelligents,
a ivory rainbow robs their insception,
an incandascent illusion is inserted into their radar
from infinity,
it's their religious rague,
the resolution to a revolution,
icon of idealism,
their righteous Inca,
the ravens regulate isthmus
as their rider rides through the air,
their ironic investment
intrigues independence
as he rest on red words,
the realm ripens
as his infamy rules again,
rejoicing the internal, interracial inhabitation,
his inauguration ignites an ill impact
as instant integrity
innovates the isles of remonstrance,
ready remedy to imperial reformatories

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

  

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148. "Finally"
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The last one of you alliteration poems. Those weren't my favorites (& you know why) In any case, I'm moving on to the next thread right about... NOW *smiles*

*I'm hella hella sexy*

  

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66. "7 words (lik and mara playin)"
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I.
M: Alluring seductress on the sneak, be vigilant.
D: slanted residue of kisses preluded, let's play
M: The temptress tempted by her own subject
D: explore my treasure, treats free and messy
M: Remains of dripping nectar from prior touch
D: candy rain parade my happiness within walls
M: Relish the fluids of my juicy fruit
D: let my almond joy satify ya appetite
M: Toy with the forbidden... complete my satisfaction
II.
D: home is you, not where you at
M: Ok...... I'm ready to come home now
D: as it rain puppies and dragons, relax
M: Feel protected in my arms, precious love
D: if death calls, i'll answer the door
M: My security lives in your unchanging hands
D: your cadence beat rhythms i groove to
M: ...and I exist in your internal song
D: u play the themes to my heart
M: ...and your verse is my eternal mantra
D: u're tha air i breathe to suceed
M: Wanna get high from your euphoric essence
D: i want to fall into your love
M: Molest my vunerable intellect with impetuous poetry

III.
D: riches and wealth are excessive bitches itself
M: a concession the proletariat will never retain

IV.
D: trapped between neglection and a soft place
M: I'm the root of my own deterioration
D: tears are safer on the other cheek
M: A little sleep, little slumber, brings failure
D: a fight is a war revolutionally impaired
D: a tear is the blood of emotions



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

  

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67. "RE: 7 words (lik and mara playin)"
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i dunno if i should be reading some of this!!
very nice. your voices move so well together.
very nice.
___________________________
-Phyllis-


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76. "Um hm"
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>I dunno if I should be reading some of this!!

Grown folks business younging. Move around. LOL

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77. "Good times..."
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Again this reminds me of the beginnings of Mara & Decstar. We would spend time in a cypher about whatever and it was fun. We both enjoyed it and I especially enjoyed spending that time with you. This was great.

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110. "it's funny"
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but reading this really articulated what this line:

"One team, one mind, one person, one soul..."

in your sig is 'posed to mean.

---i'm here---

"...do what scares you..." -- l. varela

  

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79. "Strange Fruit"
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green lies to my ambiance to high infedility,
never in the eyes of cheat will my heart be so oblivious,
whispers of indecent childs still rest upon my cheek,
hell bent backwards for my relic rinses,
my insides tenses,
but outsides trapped in remembrance of chapters not lost,
my mind is the payment at no cost,
my remains trust a will,
but maybe my angst is not to kill,
not to rely on revenge and guiltness,
but lie on wet grass of bliss,
fade phanthoms
as i taste the fruit of eve
while my sorrow plays the piano with adam
with porcelain keys,
windowless paines are the eyes i have,
but sorrow is the only thing it graphs,
caesar seasoned rain drops keep my hands glued,
i cant escape this weather
for my bitter has rised,
defies the cries
of empty mouths and full eyes,
silenced by puppies and dragons,
i see myself as one thing
as the fruit.....
sees me....
as...
another

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

  

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85. "RE: Strange Fruit"
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i like this.. i think is cuz of the references you chose to use.. the caesar and such.. intriging..

~~~~~~~~ luv R.
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149. "Strange Fruit"
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I like that song. The lyrics are wonderful. "Strange Fruit" That is a wonderful, wonderful song. It's the perfect song for inspiration. It was a good choice.

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80. "To My Sistah"
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i understand whispers ache your soul,
but maybe voices will warm your heart,
piece parts to parts,
loneliness aint the greatest of things,
but sad love was free,
love didnt have to be,
but maybe
a journey wouldnt haven been born,
just another waste of hope,
another heart scorn,
another success that never got a chance to succeed,
for sistah, poor sistah,
dont hang your head low
for shadows
that statue as a ho,
they dont know
how peaceful your smile glows
without the negativity,
criticism produced your wrinkles before old age,
headaches occur without the blows to the head
that you were used to for so long,
either from physical, emotional, verbal, herbal abuse,
cerebal contusions from the confusions
of the rememberance of life's tales that were to painfully to be heard,
but bearable to live,
so hard to say or understand,
but interesting to know,
see my heart doesnt want to cool your warm tears,
but be the bucket to hold them,
i want to be there so much,
but i cant answer the question
why we run away from the best things in life,
we swindle the troubles and thoughts,
trails and tribulations,
truths and lies,
guilt and whys,
and more lies,
wild how i cant be more or less of a father
or brother
or all the things a man suppose to be superior of besides a friend,
ma, shame and hate can only go as far as you allow it,
so we can build this barrier with the friendship we have
and as fast as you build something with your frustration and pain,
you can break down just as fast with your smartness and sweetness,
you being a woman,
you've done and dealt with things i could never see myself going thru,
you being a friend,
you loved me and delve your sorrow distributively,
some friends can be lovers,
but never true friends,
some people can be loyal,
but never be honest,
some women can be mothers,
but never wives,
some women can be you,
but i could never love them the same,
you just be who you are,
learn from your mistake of thinking a day of love
could last a lifetime,
know that you're the mother of some of the greatest thoughts,
mother of my friendship,
mother of many pains and sorrow,
but most of all, you're the mother of a beautiful child,
that survived,
what's mine is yours
and yours is mine,
so, can i hold my baby

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

  

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150. "Um hm"
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>for sistah, poor sistah,
>dont hang your head low

It reminds me of my own experiences. I think the thought behind it is really genuine.

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81. "Stealth Waters"
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and i drench myself in sorrow
and pain,
crossing my face in obvious rain,
lightly dripping my name,
clipping my fame,
worsten by parliament curses
and hoarsen verses,
my tears morsel words i wish i could say buth they trickle into perched purses,
hendering why my good things reverses

And i drench myself in sorrow,
it's the only thing dripping from me,
only thing that seems comfy and complete,
it seems like in the future i will still be soaked in these same pains,
it seems like agony should be replaced with my name,
Balik should be the definition of hurt,
clouds form, thunder rumbles as my headquake revert
to mysterious clauses,
my breath shorten by social causes,
hide tears,
but fear shows my face,
my original mentality pauses

and i drench myself in sorrow,
while eating wasted emotions for dessert,
why do i have anorexic pains of hunger when i'm full off depression that hurts,
this hell is devouring me,
thought i was suppose to eat the last meal, but now i see it's me,
taste nothing but rotten words and sour phrases,
my stomach has gone to ruins as i cring with bitter faces

and i drench myself in sorrow,
drunk off my tears that taste like liquor
and my eyes dance in a corner i so remember,
i count 12,000 bottles of myself on the wall,
wondering if one fall,
will God hear it and end this misery
or will the devil continue to play tricks on me
or will i continue to torture myseld within this envy

and i drench myself in sorrow,
letting depression be my popouri,
fumes trap me in writer's block, mind isolation, solitary,
clouds bury me,
but suddenly a break in those clouds
open my eyes with smiles

and i drench myself in sorrow,
but finally i see flowers bloom
and the clouds arent this misty fume
that made my tears roll so long,
made me feel so wrong,
i finally catch a moment without drowning in it,
i look up to happiness and find Johna's name in it,
finally smell the air of goodness and success,
i'm finally blessed
with rays i thought i should be familar with

and i drench myself in sorrow,
because i know my recess is only for a minute,
a slight peep at my reassurance,
vacation is for the old, so i'm not done yet

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

  

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mara
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151. "I remember this one!"
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This is one of my favorites. I remember a few things about the night you wrote that. I read it and was impressed. *applauds* A hand clap in memory of the Villanelle.

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Decstar
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82. "Graduation"
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finally, a day has become remarkable,
medium marshes bless the broad stage,
i sit in stiffened chairs,
my mind as royal as my gown
as i'm surround by my peers
and a bigger audience,
i daydream memories,
wonders of the wisdom i somewhat found,
20%from bookwork,
40% from my classmates,
30% from my damn self
and 10% from adults that wish they were me for some reason,
i sit listening to my principle from time to time,
my heart plays bass for the ban
as i gaze into the deep blue sea background,
that's my focus as the lower superiors
of my success and being here gloat with smiles
like they indeed taught me
math and science and english,
like they subsituted my electives,
like they lived through my class's hell,
the memories spring with such laughter
and creativity,
too many to count but too less than few before us,
from fights to pranks,
secrets to lies,
girlfriends to boyfriends,
good deeds to broken promises,
these 4 years have been soemthing
great and terrible,
depressing and sweet,
fun and sad,
but somehow, we are all here,
with a few extras,
for almost 7 years,
some 4,
some 12,
some 13,
some forever
we have traveled together,
attacked and been attacked
by something that seemed so intriguing and free,
but we ended up paying and praying to get out,
but for 2 hours out of the possible 17, 284 hours or more
of our lives
that we have had together or apart
in books,
magazines,
newspapers,
jungle gyms,
water fountains,
nap sacks,
first kisses,
monkey bars,
cafeterias,
food fights,
commons area,
games,
circuses,
events,
concerts,
pranks,
schemes,
orientations,
end of grade test,
exams,
libraries,
ditch parties,
after school parties,
parties,
check out slips,
dances,
learning labs,
choices,
detention,
after school detention,
saturday school,
skipping,
sex,
prom,
after prom,
now this graduation,
we are as one,
sit as one,
stand as one,
but walk as many,
feet on the wood grain gym floor,
heart in our throats,
some in the bleachers
and as focus as we are,
our minds are beyond this gym,
my unit stands,
sweating like rain from yesterday,
shirts moisted as morning dew,
i still walk,
still pimp,
vision blurred from the tassle that keeps hitting my right eye,
but i still see where i need to go,
i approach the steps,
hear my name from the audience,
"you go, boy"
"my baby"
"whack"
"uncle li"
i take one step to the beginning of a new future,
leave behind the old past,
"Decarrus Balik Whack",
one second my mind goes blank,
the next i shake my principal's hand as he hands me my heart back
and a fake diploma,
the gym looks a lot brighter now,
cant tell if it's from the flashs
or how i feel,
my dream has finally become reality,
i came here to honor and sit with the past and memories,
i leave here, stepping into the real world once again

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

  

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soulchild
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97. "RE: Graduation"
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so many images and memories in this one.
i like it a lot. i may read it a few more times.
___________________________
-Phyllis-


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mara
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152. "*Smiles*"
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>30% from my damn self

I laughed at this. The ending was nice & sweet.

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83. "Just the Twinkles in her eyes"
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it's not a special moment when i'm at your side,
it's not a special moment when i look into your eyes,
it's not a special moment when we cuddle at night,
it's not a special moment when i'm in that spot right,
it's not a special moment when we disappear in the dark,
it's not a special moment when we lay and listen to our heart,
it's not a special moment that got us here,
but it's more than that now, it's like a day that lasts a year,
hours that last days,
you should know you got me in this phase,
you know you got me so in love,
so impressed, so into you that it feels like drugs,
your words i fiend to,
your warmth i cling to,
my heart only concedes you,
my mouth only says your name a thousand times when i can only dream you,
you got me short of sprung but above loving you,
that's how much i want to be with you,
how much i want to be seen with you,
you got me focused on clouds when they are none in the sky,
you just got me, no reason for me to ask or tell why

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

  

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robynwildchild
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86. "i'm jealous.. haha"
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it's not a special moment when we disappear in the dark,

its special whenever your with the one you love..

~~~~~~~~ luv R.
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psycho.
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cities need fewer shopping malls and more skat

  

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mara
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153. "*smiles*"
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O how cute are you? *Blows a kiss in his direction*

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Decstar
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84. "what is love?"
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what is love,
love is too many things rolled into one,
love is sometimes fun,
sometimes wrong,
sometimes a song,
sometimes words,
sometimes love hurts,
sometimes love is depressed and confused with envy,
love is what it is, what it wants to be


what is love,
if love was what you wanted it to be,
wouldnt it be supportive instead of backstabbing you,
wouldnt love have come home last night
instead of laying in another love, in search of it's own love because it's hard to decide which love is right,
but wouldnt and could love be home,
a collective zone
that comforts you
instead of destucting you,
rejoicing you in clarity,
but love is what it is, what it wants to be


what is love,
is love even the four letter word we expect or thought it was,
because you definitely wouldnt want to love your love like you love your family,
if love keeps a family together,
then what keeps a relationship together,
if love is respect, what is desire,
what do we call that love that sets us on fire,
lust is another four letter word,
but it shouldnt be the same as love,
wouldnt that be obscured,
can passion and pleasure even fit the captivity,
love cant be what it is, but it's what it wants to be


what is love,
if i'm wrong, my recollections of love is when you feel for one like you feel for no other,
now, that may apply when you have different lovers,
of course that's just a cheater's excuse,
but what if you're trapped between emotions,
you actually love two lovers with the same devotions,
like you love her, but you love her the same way,
you love this job, but you love this job another day,
you love this blend, but you love this mixture too,
you fell in love with this masterpiece, but love this picture tomorrow,
you love these clothes, but you love this style,
it's crazy how love is what it is, it's really what it wants to be


what is love,
love is like something you never had before...
again and again,
love makes you kiss the floor,
love makes you act a fool,
love makes you scream and praise the lord,
in and outta church,
love got your ass whupped with a cord,
love created you,
love destroyed you,
love cooked for you,
love cheated on you,
love is a ego,
love is a memo,
love is a mystery,
a letter, a word,
a cause, a verb,
a mind state, a phase,
a phrase, a daze,
love is magical,
love is fun,
love is the gun that he/she held,
love is the dope in the pillow cases and under the bed that you held for him,
love is the ink that wrote you'll be there for him durin this rough time,
love is the wedding ring down the toliet, or out the window,
love is his clothes on the lawn,
love is the dreams we fulfilled,
love is the dreams we let go of,
love is the sun
and all the other planets,
love is so good, sometimes you take it and run,
love is so bad, it is no longer a necessity,
love is what it is, what it wants to be

what is love,
love is what makes you get up in the morning,
love is what made you jump,
love is what kept the tears going,
love is the alcohol when you're depressed,
love is the mind when you're obsessed,
love is the shoulder to cry on,
love is the fist that punched you,
love is the pillow between your legs soemtimes at night,
love is the hand you use at night,
love is the remedy,
love is the fighter,
love is the revolution,
love is the dictator,
love is the process,
love is what it is, what it wants to be,


what is love,
well, what the hell is it,
is the answer even listed,
it's it wrong for a man to even understand it,
so many people declare they know what love is, but really dont know,
some know they're in love, but really aint,
if love is protection, why do we have people killing so many people,
if love is marriage, why are they so many cheaters,
if love is special, why is virginity tossed so quickly and we have so many babies,
if love is time, why is it running down,
if love is support, why cant some be found,
if love is music, why are we declining in creativity,
if love is responsibility, why are they so many deadbeat fathers,
if love is a word, why does it have so many meanings,
if love is a emotion, why is it never the same,
if love is reality, why is hatred in so much domination,
if love is what it is, why does it choose to be who it wants to be

what is love,
it's beyond me,
love is what it is, whatever the hell it wants to be

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

  

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mara
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154. "*applauds*"
In response to Reply # 84


  

          

>love is what it is, what it wants to be

The repetition of this line made me think of Giovanni's voice reading those words. It just sounds like something she would write to me.

>wouldn't love have come home last night
>instead of laying in another love, in search of it's own
>love because it's hard to decide which love is right,
>but wouldn't and could love be home,

This also makes me think of Giovanni. This was a good poem. At some point (I can't remember where now) I think it would have been better (@ least for me) if you had eliminated everything from then on and kept the very last stanza. That was a nice ending. I think this was a nice poem.

*I'm hella hella sexy*

  

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Decstar
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89. "Devil's Window"
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We exhale pieces of what our souls once tasted like,
what i ancestors once breathed terribly,
dreams of freedom are restricted by the reality of chains,
clouds of smoke block our path onto the right way,
distractin our mind,
subtracting our time,
and i cry because people lose pencils everyday


no one will
listen to broken dreams,
rejected hopes,
or crooked smiles,
too busy frontin like they dont have the same problems,
the world wants made beds,
clean floors,
clean clothes,
sweet smells,
roses
and make up
because we are meant to believe that God dont like ugly

apart from keeping memories,
i wish that we could keep days,
i can keep kisses and cuteness in my back pocket,
but days would go in a special jewelry box
and on my cloud evenings, i would take our my summer nights
and spring days when the rain played
and a few winter nights with warm companions,
so i can feel like myself again,
so i can write like i once wrote
without preoccupation of assumptions and stereotypes,
broken hearts and even broken homes
and broken tears,

i took notes on happiness
and derived at the conclussion that happy people were once the saddest at one point,
their smiles are just cover-ups
because they have to keep an image,
a different kind of make up,
a different kind of lie,
a different kind of life,
and tears and smiles are related
in the thoughts of a mind's eye


gender blindness, color blindness, maybe blindness in general
is a beautiful thing,
instead of discussing who is the better sex or race we should be discussing authors and poems,
we should be trying to compete with our own minds, instead of each other,
we should find the comfort spot instead of the war zones,
we should be making a difference


but people never listen,
so i cry,
not for the sadness of it all,
but because
people lose thoughts everyday,
people lose words everyday,
i cry because people lose pencils everyday,
but then i remember that paper will always listen
and my pages will be here to stay

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

  

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soulchild
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93. "RE: Devil's Window"
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"and i cry because people lose pencils everyday"

i like that line quite a bit. it made me think...

i also like the idea about keeping days...physically keeping them.
i wish we could do that too.
___________________________
-Phyllis-


and the soul sings on...

  

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mara
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155. "aww"
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You are so sweet.

>the world wants made beds,
>clean floors,
>clean clothes,
>sweet smells,
>roses
>and make up
>because we are meant to believe that God dont like ugly

The last line is the "truth" Good job

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Decstar
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90. "I'm black and i'm proud"
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i'm a dedicated black man,
a lone fan,
chapter of a clan,
but to most, an awful span
of life and dignity,
root of pity,
sane prodigy,
trapped in animosity,
but i dont worry,
cause they'll never feel the pain that's a part of me,
think i'm fragile, but i'm very much strong,
think i'm short, but i'm ver much tall and long,
think the fear is still there, but it's long gone,
cause i'm singing a new song
like Harriet Tubman was my mother,
Frederick Douglas my brother,
Langston Hughes words i stutter
trying to be Marcus Garvey gangster
as i use thoughts and memories of those fallen black warriors as my cover,
i'm not going to back down
cause they call me black when i'm brown,
some call us fat when we're round,
or call us hypocrites when we just got found,
and lazy, sorry and self-centered when we just got kicked down,
we go through more than a struggle,
either being legit or on the hustle,
i use my pen and my tongue as my sword
to slander outlandish remarks that are plan to ruin my glore,
but some of that jealousy
comes from a friend of me,
i sometimes wonder how i can be hated by my own kind,
when most of my thoughts are identical in the same mind,
but most of our fury and arguments
is created by a name that we created, but another race used it,
to define our ancestors and what they were,
but are they in the same conditions as my ancestors were,
are we really trapped and enslaved
because we havent made our own way
back to our motherland,
but why should we join forces with the ones that ran
when we have made our own place where many thought we couldnt,
done many things that many thought we shouldnt,
thats what keeps me motivated to being a proud black man and more
and become one of the greatest as a troubadour (french word for writer)

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

  

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mara
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156. "All right"
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For the remainder of these posts (since it's damn near 12:30 & my ass is tired) I am going to simply state good things about Decstar *smiles* Then I'm taking my ass to sleep.

1. He loves writing & you can see that in anything he's written.

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91. "Alone"
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alone,
surrounded by scavengers, minions and sinners that call this home,
a zone full of troubles and illegal actions,
breaking down natural, but chemical findings into fractions,
i profit off their dysfunctional reactions
to chase luxury dreams
by using these fiends
that abuse the extraction of my work
to birth
higher and happier feelings,
knowing it's wrong, i still distribute the venom,
i eat like their devil when they feed him,
i'm not their leader or their relative,
hardly a resident of where they live,
our only known bond is that we are all God's kids
doing devilish skits,
forcing flashing american colors
to disrupt our cover,
hiding in disillusinal spots
on capitol known blocks,
a land of acoustic whispers and product handshakes,
speaking words only the streets can relate
and accumulate
the amounts of sins
that worries our kinds,
amping early graves
before the sun can deplete from the gray
clouds,
i'm surrounded by crooked smiles,
while mothers lose kids before the flowers can bloom in may,
before the hours can complete a day,
i'm apart of this trap, this maze
where the devil and God win, lose and tie,
where your best friend is something that cant breath, talk or lie,
in these dirty helms, death is your future and surviving is your present,
breathing is a mandatory definite,
in a place where you respect what you get,
think it's hard to make a dollar out of 15 cent,
try making close to half a mil off a dime and half a brick,
life is a hustle that we struggle with,
while our money, thoughts and emotions are toyed with by the government
and the lord test our wit,
while running from the devil and pigs keeps us fit
and smoking the ground is the only way we can escape the sick,
life's a bitch,
then you travel to underworlds of only two different dimensions,
we're already in hell, we should get into heaven

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

  

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96. "i can dissect this piece by piece"
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Thu May-20-04 04:11 PM

  

          

for my queries but im not..so i like this piece because in so many ways the title is a contradiction to what im reading in a way..its like ur sayin the decisions r our but near the end u use the word 'we'..hmm..
U placed a small 'l' on Lord y?

a land of acoustic whispers and product handshakes,
speaking words only the streets can relate
and accumulate
the amounts of sins
that worries our kinds,
amping early graves
before the sun can deplete from the gray
clouds,

..

  

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robynwildchild
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104. "RE: Alone"
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we're already in hell, we should get into heaven

yea that's pretty much it..
we ain't inbetween.. we all in hell.. yukkin it up..

~~~~~~~~ luv R.
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soulchild
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122. "RE: Alone"
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felt.


(p.s. 122!)
___________________________
-Phyllis-


and the soul sings on...

  

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157. "Ok"
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2. He's not what one would consider "formal" so it makes it easier to follow his writing. Unless of course he's trying to use every damn word in the dictionary again *smiles*

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92. "once a pimp"
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i'm in a game thats sometimes fun but is a gamble to be in,
you to to take chances and make decisions
and the states are always risen
to the point where you get tired of one and select another,
you push over a beautiful structure
to poison another,
because thats the object,
to take advantage of your project,
speak lies and procrastinate quality time,
amaze and confuse her with lines
that seems sweet at the moment but sour from the beginning,
we were taught by one woman to treat all women
with respect but it's something about one woman to close our ears to all women,
the few that are beckering and complaining got us wanting to perfect this as a religion,
we know what we missing,
a heart, we're selfish cause we try so many times and improve our game,
transferring lines to change
her heart, her views, her mind
to get what we want and move on to find
another to treat unusefully like rock stars
with their guitars,
boys
with their toys,
after we're done with them, we break them off and tear them apart,
and it works cause we never pay attention to the devastating sounds of a broken heart,
we think we played our part, gaver her quick passion and pleasure,
identified her precious hidden treasure,
but it's really somewhere around her lungs rather than between her thighs,
something more than her appeal, somewhere around her eyes,
once we recognize that, it cripples our thoughts, our view
of something we know now is so beautiful,
pictures of that springs in and out of our head,
become confused at why we didnt find this at first, but daydream instead,
kisses stain us like drops of heaven,
outta 5 stars, she'll get 7,
we ride on cloud 9 on our way to 11,
passing the sex, passing the lies, passing the deception and different phases,
but love is something else, pimping just switched places

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

  

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MiracleRic
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94. "RE: once a pimp"
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"we were taught by one woman to treat all women
with respect but it's something about one woman to close our ears to all women,"

dayam

Let me sport my Air Hyperbole 2010s in peace. (c) ansomble

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105. "that was perty beautiful lik"
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become confused at why we didnt find this at first, but daydream instead,
kisses stain us like drops of heaven,
outta 5 stars, she'll get 7,
we ride on cloud 9 on our way to 11,
passing the sex, passing the lies, passing the deception and different phases,
but love is something else, pimping just switched places

i liked the whole thought u unleashed.. i felt i was learning something..

~~~~~~~~ luv R.
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psycho.
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112. "RE: once a pimp"
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i agree:

>>you push over a beautiful structure
to poison another,
because thats the object,


...it is heartless, tha game is fun, its challenging and its invigorating to see the response from a female, but once you really stop and think, its kinda cold treating ladies as objectives...you put these words the right way dec...nice work homie!1

-Otto

  

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158. "ah ha"
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Again another one of my favorites.

3. I like it when you write poems like this. It's almost apologetic. Seems as if you're asking forgiveness of the past. When you write like this it's just a wonderful think.

*I'm hella hella sexy*

  

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95. "RE: May AOTM: Decstar"
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I had to drop by and say congratulations when i heard it was you on the AOTM tip.... you are truly an insightful and eloquent writer and it has been a great hounourto be blessed by you words on the board... Congratulations, you got this on LOCK!!!

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Decstar
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98. "Before You Love Me"
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satin roads ponder
with the misty sidewalks
that talks back to me,
on a night where the infantry
in the sky remain retreated,
something is needed
and something is wanted,
but i cant find niether,
crisp clouds abrase my eyes
from what i wish could transport from me to you,
cant believe
the evitability
of what's so great to me
came as a misfortune to you,
cant say the situation was brought the right way,
and the explanation just wasnt the right day,
but i threw myself before with emptiness
to leave short of pleasure,
i dont understand why i cant stand the smell of lies
when i rot of the same smells,
why i hide this very little woman like i'm ashamed
because it ratifies my own satiety,
now, i dont mean to say that,
but that's the truth,
to some intent,
no one likes baggage
and i dont buy bullshit beauty to represent me,
so if it was the alcohol that night that got you alluded
sorry that your thoughts were polluted,
dont get me wrong,
i dont want to waste your time or mine,
i just want to know you before you know her
and i want her to know you before you know her
and me, i dont matter,
i'm just the middle woman,
what makes her happy is what makes me happy
and i want it to be what makes you happy, makes me happy,
i guess thats why why you're mad right now,
i didnt tell you,
see, i'm selfish with my business,
but what type of man are you to know try to understand me,
you shouldnt've found out that way,
but you should've also gave me a chance,
i wish you cold understand how much i love my tutelary angel,
how hard it is to be a single mother with a punk ass baby daddy,
how she's the rays to the sunshine that sometimes
irritate the hell outta me
to the point where i have to enjoy nights like the one i met you on,
how i watch her run away, still knowing i'm here with open arms when she comes back,
how she further understands the hatred i have for her father
and will realize the love i've adopted for you,
i wish you could understand how cold i was when those stones were talking back to me,
how lost i was without those glowing eyes fluttering back,
how that satin layout looked too rough to lay on,
not to mention those cars that drove on it,
baby, i made a mistake,
but i cant apoligize
and i dont have to,
it's just things you'd have to understand
from my point of view,
i want your chest to be the satin sheets i desire to lay on,
from your heart to your tongue to your mind,
baby, let me walk miles within you,
just learn to love her, before you love me

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

  

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159. "All right"
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So maybe I was more tired than I thought. I didn't want to do this but I'm gonna have to do it...


*I'm hella hella sexy*

  

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99. "Janesis"
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stifle gazes at purple skies and black stars,
wondering about beings and belongings not known,
like fertile soil,
the fermented outcast are where thoughts and items grow
as eyes water it's ground,
blustered licks of air resides the brightness
as bulls eye forbidden grass upon the nocturnal playground,
chewing the falls of night
and chasing constellations,
walking on high noons,
looking out to magenta moons,
galactical tactics making mindstates a waste of space
because they are so much more to learn,
so much more to see,
playing with the tickleness of Aristotles,
Milky ways arent as tasty anymore
as Goats red eye stress
and stomp fishes of Pisces,
Scorpios pinch the remains of Orion's belt
as the Aquarises blind the structure of the night,
elements still grips the ambience of ashy dusk,
effectively dispersing vigorious Geminions,
tiney Cancers crawl through the rivers,
the darken weather whisk crisp breezes
as Aries fly with blue flames furring the wings,
fighting liberations of thoughts,
leaking the blood of inspiration,
ideas drip down as rain,
aspiring beings beyond themselves
and beyond the sky's belief,
Libra's lie in litigations
as Leos lick their fiery manes,
eyes shining at the drippings of Virgos glistening from the moon,
too bitter to touch,
but so exhilarating to watch,
the breakings of tha sun climbs again,
Janesis will begin again later

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

  

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106. "RE: Janesis"
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awesooome.. this sounded like.. well in my head looked like, when they show you those videos of the beginning of the universe.. the forming of planets and the thier positions.. i dunno.. ever watch the discovery channel and see that .. that's what i was thinkin, cept it was the narraration to it all..

with every place in heaven there is a star for each of us..

~~~~~~~~ luv R.
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111. "RE: Janesis"
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such vast beauty to the images
there were a couple lines that i wanted to copy and paste and tell you that i felt them...
but then i got too lazy. lol.

anyway, these words did wonders in my imagination,
from,
- a pisces -
___________________________
-Phyllis-


and the soul sings on...

  

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160. "Babe?"
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I'm taking my ass to sleep. I'll try to possibly catch the others in the morning or catch them in archives. PEACE!

*I'm hella hella sexy*

  

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Decstar
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100. "1000"
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just wanna say thank you to tha ones that replied and tha ones that lurked and tha ones that dropped some love and tha ones that have been loyal and the ones that are just beautiful and tha ones that are just unique and tha ones that always keeps it real and tha ones that got my back.

eh, my goal was 120, but since i got 100, i'm more than happy. i damn sure dont got 20 more poems to post, so i'm good.

love ya'll, man

peace and blessings to everybody.


oh..........special paging to FORNIQUE. me and J missin you, ma

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

  

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118. "u can get it.."
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u know we love u or you wouldn't be up here postin ontop of the OKP world.. lol

*hugs*

~~~~~~~~ luv R.
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119. "RE: 1000"
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*puts on glasses and starts on the first poem*

look man...you and Otto are the most versatile writers i've come across here and it's a joy to see y'all getting love and recognition

maybe one day we'll get to do a piece together...

******************************************
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Men write notes to her music - revion

  

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129. "RE: 1000"
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Only a coupla more days to shimmer on the Freestyle Board -- Before being taken to the *Trophy Room* to (((SHINE))) in Archives! -- *smiles*

I'm so proud of you boo! -- Although I haven't read each & every joint you dropped in this thread -- I scanned most of em' -- And I will commit to check them ALL out eventually in Archives -- ;^)

I'll bring my Ray Bans so I can see thru the (((SHINE))).

Thanks for a very satisfying & entertaining month DEC-STARCHILD! -- *wink*


You are Loved & Appreciated! -- *Forreal Tho*

A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence --
I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥

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101. "RE: May AOTM: Decstar: Chaste's Lateness"
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This isn't personal, it's just that I'm ALWAYYY'S LATE, but here I am throwing Congrat's Love your way and have fun.



SHINE ONNNNN!


  

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Decstar
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123. "Window Whispers"
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a simple plane can confide in such a behaviorial structure,
only to hinder sights of illanomic constructions,
a window still
reveals and deals
with the pain and tears
for years
to only be a inside-of-the-box component,
the mirror to the soberness from your worse feeling moments,
the only thing
is that the window paine doesnt always leave up to it's name,
the slightest harm it dues from time to time is from your hand prints
sheiking against it's colorless stillness,
the blind matter doesnt seek your heart, only soaks your anguish,
it's a hidden spot that needs to be touched but you can never reach,
searching for a voice but the window holds a different kind of speech,
it shares passion on the backs of past,
rain drops beat the exterior while tears smear the glass,
hold quietness for cold wonders,
dont have to worry about humilation, it makes gulps sould like thunder,
safe from society,
until it's proven that society isnt the cause of your rogue reality,
you figure out that trust and bonds always break,
just like the glass when it rushed you face,
you never understood why pictures wasnt as puzzled perfectly as the window paine
before or after the abuse came,
you understood punishment wasnt your crying or learning a lesson,
but being the guilt to empty confessions,
every window is replaced to replenish old trends,
once again reliquenting the fact that the window isnt there to protect you from society's wilderness,
but to protect society from the wilderness within

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

  

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124. "Moonlight"
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sometimes beginnings are not as sweet as endings,
like the sun slowly blinking to rest at the end of the day,
candles blown after bodily interviews,
a kiss goodbye for another hello,
sinceres and PS's at the end of letters,
the sun coming out after the rain,
the last piece of food sacrificed for you,
riped fruit at it's peak,
cool breezes after our hot estravaganzas,
cheesecake on your lips after the crumbs are gone,
last words to our favorite song,
last three words we stay to each other everynight,
being in love with who we are now than who we were before,
alas, finger hugs become as tight as holding hands
as we glow with love for everlasting romance,
so obvious now because love wasnt like this before,
bright now but ends greater everyday,
soon, it will end greater sharing the same us,
but for now, let this love be our moonlight after the sun goes down

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

  

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127. "RE: Moonlight"
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another pretty one
___________________________
-Phyllis-


and the soul sings on...

  

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142. "RE: Moonlight"
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this was sweet...

makes me think of summertime and love n stuff.



***********************************
i love you all

"when my love comes to see me it’s
just a little like music,a
little more like curving colour(say
orange)
against silence,or darkness…" -e.e. cummings


"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

  

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125. "RE: May AOTM: Decstar"
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CONGRATS DECSTAR!!! u know im lovin all your work, keep it up and stay on top of it all...stay real.

"onelove".....UNITY
TINA-MARIE

  

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126. "Getting Late"
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negated pictures that i need
fade in mists that i cant see,
air so clear,
but i'm still intoxicated,
throwing up desires,
swallowing pain,
it's getting late,
sweet melodies of cries
drowned out by smiles,
open to negoiate faith,
bumps and bruises of love,
seeing nothing with dry eyes,
cold blinks,
silent yawns,
why i gotta be here,
i still dont see the purpose
of gray mermaids dancing in the clouds
as my tears flood the ground,
romanced by throns while playing the violin,
crushing cupid arrows,
playing the harpoon with my eyelashes,
memories move to fast,
i feel the future callin my name,
but i cant hear anything,
raspberry setting,
feel so lonely,
surrounded by too many things,
i'm gone standing still,
flying motionless,
sufocating fragances,
tasting nothings,
spring's frost snap me into norelity,
nullified by winter heat,
melting away at my soul,
my red walls scrumble,
i call out for love,
but get no response,
birds fly at my ankles
as bunnies play around my head,
purple grounds got me perpretrating familar sensuality,
afraid to mirror emotions of tomorrow
because today never started

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

  

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128. "RE: Getting Late"
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>of gray mermaids dancing in the clouds

>playing the harpoon with my eyelashes,

>afraid to mirror emotions of tomorrow
>because today never started

I like those lines.
___________________________
-Phyllis-


and the soul sings on...

  

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130. "Thunderstrom"
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mercury mirrored clouds moan crackling tonalities,
the earth plays a metronome to it's fascinations
as tears of suffered lives
cool the soiling of a land
of human abhorrence,
the rain drip drops on asinine minds
that pleasure their own egos
while pandering false-figured geniuses
and wing-welded civilians,
in some way
the sky and the ground
repel and relieve the same,
like lightening that appears just for attention
just to show off it's colors for seconds,
just to distract others for seconds,
just like the modern imbeciles of irony,
as the liking of knowledge falls in teardrop form
places itself so down to earth
then fade to be born again,
thunder becomes the confrontation
that drowns in the rain floods
like always, the incidence is outnumbered by the rain
only to bore the hidden audience,
while quick ignorance,
i mean lightening,
steals the eyes of the famine roses
as puddle pools of subtle drools sit unsplashed

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

  

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143. "RE: Thunderstrom"
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"steals the eyes of the famine roses
as puddle pools of subtle drools sit unsplashed"

unsplashed...

haha.



***********************************
i love you all

"when my love comes to see me it’s
just a little like music,a
little more like curving colour(say
orange)
against silence,or darkness…" -e.e. cummings


"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

  

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131. "A,... B,.... Sex!!!!"
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Aprodisiacense Butters Crevices,
Densely Entering Frugal Grounds,
Harvesting Indigo Jazz,
Kinky Love Making
Navigates Obsession,
Pulsing,
Quenching Relentless Satisfaction,
Tearing Up Vividly
What Xclusively Yearns Zestiness

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

  

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132. "Aint no light to this star (to Bean)"
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aint no stars to this light,
no mirrors to this image,
no wings for this angel,
but heaven got clouds to await,
no maginifing glass to see this past,
no hoops with chains fall balls
or to hang dreams and goals onto,
nothing else will go on,
no passion for love,
no pillows for frustration,
no pictures worth painting,
color already expose colorless brothers,
butwhere are they now,
no sickness or illness for healings,
no children for aspirated questions,
no hands to faces,
no touches to feel,
no laughter for joy,
no swallowing pain that's already digested,
no heroes to save the soul,
no womb to rebirth whta's missing,
the time has come,
no world fit for the feelings
once held,
but never wanted to be let go,
no sweat to wipe,
there's nothing now,
my star just went out,
have to gaze for more familar constellations,
their silver sparkle is dimmer now
because of that one star without a light

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

  

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133. "is it worth it?"
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the moon would be nice to see if my vision wasnt always blurred,
wasnt always as swollen as his pride,
which i sometimes respect but not to his standards,
i see him see me and we act accordingly,
but then his blood boils of his past and fears
from eternity from one to another,
but i'm not the another,
nor the one,
just a woman in the mist of a diliema,
his words cut just as deep as his bladen hands,
but i cant leave just yet,
even his passion hurts but it's something about him,
something about how he didnt let me go from that balcony,
soemthing about how he called 911 after he stabbed me,
even though he didnt stay til they came,
something about how he loves me after he beats me,
maybe it was the flowers on wednesdays for no reason
or the visits to his mother's grave,
the bubble baths with candles without him trying to drown me,
i look further than the burns and bruises and scars that some see as his love,
i think i know better,
at least i want to know what would be better,
sometimes i talk to my pillow asking questions
like it's God,
i wonder why my crys and tears are silent beyond these walls,
they've heard me scream for help but wouldnt help,
they've heard my bones crack and break between doors,
they've seen my clothes torn apart,
they've listened to my moans and gasps,
they've touched my head,
let chunks of my hair and head cling to it,
when silence talks to me,
i think about of all the women in this same situation,
how we do the push-pull thing,
push him away to only embrace him stronger,
then have him leave my pullings for more,
i remember those bangings on my door late at night,
me, being teary eyed, starring at him leave on those stromy nights,
wondering why my friends dont like me anymore,
guess they got tired of being my crying shoulder,
knowing i wouldnt listen,
i still havent as he sits between my legs,
i still wonder is it worth it?
but nothing is worth being alone on valentines' day,
is it?

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

  

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134. "moonlight under venus"
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the fresh dawn of her smile,
the sound of the kindling wood,
candles of milky treasures
and thoughts of what i should
and could would do
under her moon,
togetherness of beauty,
the scene of perfection,
we rely on our ownselves
for pleasures uncandid for time
as i kiss her under her moon,
as we reminsce over honey,
i taste the essences of her maple brown sugar
as her stars played with my eyes
as i gallantly admire her moon,
i realize that this night was forever made
and the love was intimately approved
as she laid on top of me
and suddenly the lines between us disappeared,
i love the moonlight under venus

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

  

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135. "Photosynthesis (truly for ginger)"
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as green effects pandersize my thoughts,
i grow by the sun she give me,
the light that loves my creativity
that wishes it could duplicate hers
or even one lifetime over, shine like she does,
as crimson roses smile at her tickling,
they also stroke each other
and just when obsecure clouds brings us to our own world
and tears experience us
and she gets time to herself to relax,
we baffle for more,
sweat our own learnings from her to stick her head back in
from the clouds to bless us once more,
our celluar dreams multiple at her responses
and just when we learn that she is only part of the process
of how the sun
and the rain
and the clouds
and the cold
and the warmth helps us,
and they're too many to quote our growth,
we sing to her our thank you's for transforming positivity
into true OKPlayas,
so as the moonlight of others share our request,
we still know photosynthesis influences leaves marks of beauty
just as pleasurable as she is

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

  

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141. "RE: Photosynthesis (truly for ginger)"
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You are too sweet -- (I am humbled) -- And I appreciate the love & thoughtfulness you displayed here!


(((THANK YOU VERY MUCH))) -- ;^)

A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence --
I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥

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

  

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136. "Unsatisfied for language"
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subtle jabber in unjanctionary attire,
fire justice under my faith and fantasies,
taitive jibberish jog along my jaw
with wasted relaxation,
jinxing my just cause for right now,
just jitters lotioned by joy,
head over toes emotions pluster my juxtaposition,
unaware of the next jargons i leak,
my apex jacket liquid journals of the joker before,
my jungle heats the junction of the juridistion of journeys once lost,
but also once great,
my voice justle stupidity with silence,
uncharismaticely pondering feelings,
i paint playgrounds,
emotions are too hard to copyright

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

  

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137. "fallacious frostbites"
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wild is the wind feircely blowing the arrogance of the moon,
some starve for affection and attention,
but the joy seemed too distraught to be filled,
too used to be used one last time,
feels like i have all the warmth in the world to give,
but never make myself soft enough to endure the reception that never comes,
the salt grains of sand cling to me,
constructing the whisper of faded dreams,
making the stars my guests for tonite,
i'll cry feelings to them that my pen cant mumble yet,
my heart breaks at waiting,
my princess charming cries on destructed roads,
delayed at our faith to be,
the waves freezes my finger tips,
never thought to use them anyway,
happiness steps in and out as it please,
never remembered love living here,
but i still feel the day calling me out of the nights,
the sun outshining the moon,
the smile outweighting the whatever,
my goals may be lost,
but i maintain stability outside of the struggle,
patience kissed me luckily before,
it's not everyday or everyone that lives their true talent
or even lives,
the wind and the world talked to me tonight,
dried my eyes and somewhat warmed me with cold yells,
i'll take this frostbite anyday with the warmth of my passion to still love myself

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

  

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138. "Good Morning (in response to "Good Morning")"
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a princess dipped into my novelty in the wee hour,
where birds chirped billie holliday
and smiles kissed me that i've grown to hear but never knew existed,
where the bug on the wall could tell i was at my weakest,
but knew i never would show it,
where blankets of warmth was over blankets of the calmness,
relaxation interrupted by conversation interrupted by silence,
the soft grays and blacks blended with light yellows and blues,
but the hues of love still was attached to my eyelids

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

  

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139. "HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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take that G's and Robyn.

me blastin pass 135.

haha

once again, thank you so much people. i really need the love this month. really, really, really needed this kind of support.

always know that u can get ya love here if not anywhere else. i always wanted to have that option. glad i could find it here. even though we're all faceless til we meet personally.


THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU

this has been tha best thing i have EVER received. i dont know how to rate my good and bad moments, but i would mos def rate this as a GREAT moment and time in my life. will always cherish this and i hope my worlds have reached a part in your heart as well as in your mind. all is true and all i have seen, heard or done my damn self.

thank you for listening, now have a HOT memorial day weekend

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

  

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140. "u deserved it....thanks for the reading this month..."
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Feelin
Infectious w/insatiable thoughts
Of animated details of interludes
&
loops w/o the hooks..
a diatribe of expressions
fester at the tip of my
tongue saturated w/sex
longin 4 the moment
to submerge in between the lips
of funk
engulf his sweetness
that keeps me wet
on his long days from home


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