Salutations...
August...the end of summer...bullshit! It's just getting started out here in the H. Ever noticed how huge Lenny Kravitz's cranium is? Aight, enough random thoughts. I caught up with Ezzential this month. Beneath the curly hair of her avatar is a neck.noddin', 'round the way shawty with a knack for words. She gives alot to this place so...

check what she had to say


So, you're the self proclaimed "femcee" of the
boards,huh...define.

I guess. There's other fems that RIP it in here as well... Robynwildchild/Chaste Souls (memba when we battled, peep the archives unda "Betty Boop")But battling is mad fun. I like to see what I can come up with. I can't even freestyle that well , but on the "keystyling" tip.. I love to buss it! Write disses.. then apology letters n shit... no grudges intended...


Back in October of last year, you created the official okp "Female Collaboration". Went real well...what was it like
200 responses, right? All the ladies of the board pretty much came out and showed support. Even those who rarely come by as much.


Yo, nothing is more beautiful than to see different styles intertwined. The female collab was cool cuz people I didn't even know contributed,and I always believe that females need to stick together..cuz all I see is chicks scrappin ova dudes (I swear I'm not hatin!) word up. But overall, that's why I love OKP so much. Cuz all of us (male or female) are really unified for one purpose and it's all love!


Would you think of trying another Female Collab?

Most definately... I'm looking forward to it.


When your computer was stolen, how was that resolved? Is
that why we havent seen you around as much?

HAHAHA... I double backslapp peeps who fugg wif my ishh!!.. j/p.. yeah man... I don't even know who stole it. But the monitor on the laptop was broken anyway, and they forgot the charger. So they got played.. and that's what they get.
That's definately the reason for me not bein around as much.


Back to the femcee title, when cruising the boards, what do
you look for? Your one of the few ladies who actually check
for the emcees here as well.

I read everything. Original poems, collabs, battles, etc.
Whatever catches my eye and intrigues me...I especially love it though when cats change. Like they come on the boards and they're mad simplistic or just come on and write rhymes that didn't really require much thought and it's like after a while the boards influenced them and they begin to develop their own style and approach to writing. It's the best to watch that shit cuz you confirm that OKP has a purpose..


Most controversial thing you've done is...

lol... umm.. I almost took down a casino once?
They harrassed us, kicked us out; I got mad people involved. Inspectors, managers, etc.I wrote a greivance statement.
After they surrounded me, they apologized. I still think I could have had a FAT lawsuit for discrimination, and I tried.. but my girl didn't wanna pursue it... and it was all about her!


Got a thing for thugs?

Shall I link a photo of my baby's daddy??????
hehehe..fugg that... timbs and jeans beat button up polo shirts and khakis any day!I hate the type of cats who use Saline on their face and pluck their eyebrows n shit. (sorry =X )

In your own words, whos the Ezzential we dont know.

(shrug)... I don't even know how to answer this...
so I just gotta offer a link to my site...

www.webspawner.com/users/delicateaurasoul/index.html

and I'm heated at them too.. I wrote the damn webmaster cuz I added some shit the other day and I didn't know there was a limit. So it just pushed some of my work off the page.. I'm so heated about that...


anyway, thank you Blak.. this is peace...
thanks for alil recognition mayun..(MUAH)
this mag idea is hot..I'm coppin every issue...xoxoxoxoxo

watch out for the red flag,pimpin...

blk in a bit

always good to see a yukon mag up. blak doing his thing, ezz-steph keep it short, but WAAAAYYYYY to scandal free :) lol! i wanna know more about them thugs! and especially what happened at the casino! why were you getting thrown out in the first place??? oh, and do you try to freestyle up in bean town occasionally and what's the scene up there like?

peace,

n.

>lol! i wanna know more about them thugs! and especially
>what happened at the casino! why were you getting thrown
>out in the first place??? oh, and do you try to freestyle
>up in bean town occasionally and what's the scene up there
>like?
>
>peace,
>
>n.


hey NAT~! well.. to answer ur q's..
the thug thing: i dated a cat for 3 years who was infested with the microcosm of the "rap video life"..and I was an unhappy gyrl.
I love the look, but not the life.. feel me?


lol bout the casino...

dude @ the door was tryin to get with my gurl, so i went ahead of her and then i pulled her through the door jokin around and was like "he's too short for u anyway, girl".. dude got heated and told his boss that she didnt show him ID.. so the manager came up to her asking her to remove her hat and glasses, and why didnt she show ID. My girl was like "he didnt ask me" and pulled out two.. the manager said they didnt look like her and grabbed her by her shirt.
I got heated and was like "dont touch my girl" and asked him his name.. with a smile on his face he told me.
so we bounced from that area and were walking around the stores n shit.. but they were like following us and calling eachother on the walkie-talkies n shit..
so i got heated and spoke to a host that was like "you can report that".. so an inpector came down, looked @ her ids and said they were sufficient, brought us back into the casino and basically made those fuckers look stupid ..
there were managers in suits, and all the staff pretty much and they were like "sorry for the inconvience".
BLAH.. it didnt end there.. i was like "nah, i wanna write a grievance statement".. so they gave me the papers and we bounced outside to get all the facts straight.
By the time we finished the shift had changed, so i informed the manager on duty what happened. He seemed kinda aggrevated but took the paper n shit.
So.. we're chillin in the player's club and a host comes to the door and tells us we have to leave cuz they were sayin that my girl didnt have proper id again.
So, I got heated .. and went to go check the manager.. we got in a huge fight and I told him his name is going to be reported, he was unethical and abusing his power, etc.
We argued all the was out and by this time we had just about every security guard surrounding us.
I went to try to go do the same thing as last time and get the inspector, but the new manager beat me to it and basically got on the same page with him before i could.
lol.. the next day we were in the casino.
I tried to pursue it further tho, I contacted people of higher positions and by this time my girl (who this whole thing happened about) was like "they have too much power over us" and didnt wanna do her part.. so i just gave up.. lol
I still think we would have got PAID~!shiiieeeeeet
lol..

and about bean..
yeah the hiphop scene is cool here... there's like 4 hiphop radio stations and alot of underground shit, but most Boston emcees are so cliche to me. Alot of them sound the same. Frankly, BOston is pretty wack, it's a very conservative city...
we have duplicate hot 97. commercial hiphop 94.5, then there's 88.9 which is all underground that airs eevry nite from 7-11 from the college.
It's fast up here and people are ignorant, basically. Mass has the worst drivers.. people cut eachother off constantly. I went down south in June and didn't wanna come back.
The only thing that i really like about mass is that it's so diverse, I have neighbors of every race and it's cool.. noone cares...

thanx for the Q's nat..
peace

-Stephani
www.webspawner.com/users/delicateaurasoul/index.html

www.3kingsmusic.com < for spiritual hiphop
www.enneagraminstitute.com < for self-analysis
www.hiphopinfinity.com < an awesome ughh site
I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound


rules are for those that need structure
discipline is for the anal retentive and power hungry
repeated tests are the only thing of which i speak
we need to be tested to find out which part of the soul is weak~robynwildchild

You have the strength of Beowulf but cripple it because of your affinity for the monster
You have been sustaining yourself on the gruel of self-destruction for so long your stomach rejects the ambrosia of life
While the hero of your mind stands by without action while the monster of your emotions sever friendship like arteries under the knife~PG

"fingertips of sun
trace the edges of this room
I turn my face so
your leaving does not eclipse
your kiss on back of my neck"~Ambergirl

someday I won't have to tell myself the obvious
or pretend to be oblivious
~Robynwildchild

"pain is usually the source of my work. the way i have dealt with mental adversity is by embracing it, and allowing certain ideals to wash over my consciousness so that i could purge my pain."-tek

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me

hey, ms ezz,

thanks for the response and the info. sounds like a messed up nite out, but good looking out for your girl even if she backed out at the end. you're a good person to have around when issues arise :)

i figured as much about boston. whenever i'm up there to see my sis i always feel stifled even when we go out....though that might just be because my sis and i have such different tastes in things and i always go where she leads the way. (go figure!) where were you in the southern end? ga? nc? dc?

i checked out your site and this made me smile:

"ms. autonomy< the mother (to a beautiful six-year-old, Seneca Antonio Rainey JR), the work-a-holic, hold-down-the-fort, the comforter/nuturer, the cooker/ the cleaner,the teacher,the intellect, excelling, strength and dedication, tough love, the fighter, learning, growing, hair slicked back with sneakers(ursula rucker style)"

i never would've figured you were a mommy! (i think that's 'cause i think of mothers of our mothers' generation rather than mom's now; a different kind of coolness/freshness/hipness/whatever) that is quite cool :) *ponders some more* and tough, and rewarding. worth it. i'm happy for you.

thanks again, and peace and respect to you.

n.

i've given her a voice... like whilst i read her responses, i can hear her... or rather the voice, my mind decided to pick for her. reading her words and how she's stated some responses, i kinda gave her this mc lyte/latifah voice with a little jennifer tilly twisted up in there too... i'm bugged, i know this... but good read blak... and ezzential... peacers~











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is all
got ©amel larrieux

ill, whatup ezz, miss ya, goodlookin blak

all offishal now and shit with the anchor .....loving it ....yo yuk...give me some meat tho

ha, i'm in cohoots with the powers that be now. yukon mag has been invited through the front door now. i went pop.lol...ezz...the people want more, wassup...


blkstrlnr

gimme some ideas..
I linked my site..
that has alot about me..
be more specific.. I'm down for whateva! lol


-Stephani
www.webspawner.com/users/delicateaurasoul/index.html

www.3kingsmusic.com < for spiritual hiphop
www.enneagraminstitute.com < for self-analysis
www.poetry.com < for haiku's/poetry contest, to copywrite your poems
www.hiphopinfinity.com < an awesome ughh site
I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

You have the strength of Beowulf but cripple it because of your affinity for the monster
You have been sustaining yourself on the gruel of self-destruction for so long your stomach rejects the ambrosia of life
While the hero of your mind stands by without action while the monster of your emotions sever friendship like arteries under the knife~PG

"fingertips of sun
trace the edges of this room
I turn my face so
your leaving does not eclipse
your kiss on back of my neck"~Ambergirl

someday I won't have to tell myself the obvious
or pretend to be oblivious
~Robynwildchild

"pain is usually the source of my work. the way i have dealt with mental adversity is by embracing it, and allowing certain ideals to wash over my consciousness so that i could purge my pain."-tek

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me

This was tight, Indeed! -- ;^) -- (((Most Enjoyable Read)))

Blak, you asked the important & critical questions that needed to be answered -- But I'm sure if Ms. Ezzy wants to share more details & info about herself, she has ALL DAMN MONTH to add on to this thread, nahmean?

In this thread she should be able to share her favorite poem -- Her favorite rap or freestyle -- Her favorite colors, ice cream, sexual position -- *hehehe* -- Whatever the hell she wants to share. -- It can get as deep or as shallow as she chooses -- Depending on what SHE wants to share with us.

Bottom Line: You did your job as the interviewer -- and a damn nice job too! -- But you'd think this was the Enquirer rag magazine the way folks always want more dirt and details -- *LoL*


By the way Ezzy -- I look forward to another "Female Collabo" -- So just holla when ya ready! -- *wink*

>By the way Ezzy -- I look forward to another "Female Collabo" -- >So just holla when ya ready! -- *wink*


yo photo... should we wait til October cuz it's OKP female month?



-Stephani
www.webspawner.com/users/delicateaurasoul/index.html

www.3kingsmusic.com < for spiritual hiphop
www.enneagraminstitute.com < for self-analysis
www.poetry.com < for haiku's/poetry contest, to copywrite your poems
www.hiphopinfinity.com < an awesome ughh site
I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

You have the strength of Beowulf but cripple it because of your affinity for the monster
You have been sustaining yourself on the gruel of self-destruction for so long your stomach rejects the ambrosia of life
While the hero of your mind stands by without action while the monster of your emotions sever friendship like arteries under the knife~PG

"fingertips of sun
trace the edges of this room
I turn my face so
your leaving does not eclipse
your kiss on back of my neck"~Ambergirl

someday I won't have to tell myself the obvious
or pretend to be oblivious
~Robynwildchild

"pain is usually the source of my work. the way i have dealt with mental adversity is by embracing it, and allowing certain ideals to wash over my consciousness so that i could purge my pain."-tek

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me

Perfect Timing! -- ;^)


My birfday is in October -- *smiles*

my birthday's in october too. photo - you and i should get somethin goin - birthday-girl-female-okp-month-collab. lol

ha.. nice i like the read... *shall i attach a picture of my baby daddy* lol

thanks for the props.. and me and my timbs will meet you and your at our next FEMOKPLAB

er something like that...

LETS DO IT.. i'm in the mood and i'm all fired up like a rocket these days.. i'll rip a new one out.. !!

wanna battle????


www.webspawner.com/users/delicateaurasoul/index.html

www.3kingsmusic.com < for spiritual hiphop
www.enneagraminstitute.com < for self-analysis
www.poetry.com < for haiku's/poetry contest, to copywrite your poems
www.hiphopinfinity.com < an awesome ughh site
I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

You have the strength of Beowulf but cripple it because of your affinity for the monster
You have been sustaining yourself on the gruel of self-destruction for so long your stomach rejects the ambrosia of life
While the hero of your mind stands by without action while the monster of your emotions sever friendship like arteries under the knife~PG

"fingertips of sun
trace the edges of this room
I turn my face so
your leaving does not eclipse
your kiss on back of my neck"~Ambergirl

someday I won't have to tell myself the obvious
or pretend to be oblivious
~Robynwildchild

"pain is usually the source of my work. the way i have dealt with mental adversity is by embracing it, and allowing certain ideals to wash over my consciousness so that i could purge my pain."-tek

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me

you wanna take it first or me?

your diddy .. you choose

I'm better @ defense...


-Stephani
www.webspawner.com/users/delicateaurasoul/index.html

www.3kingsmusic.com < for spiritual hiphop
www.enneagraminstitute.com < for self-analysis
www.hiphopinfinity.com < an awesome ughh site
I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound


rules are for those that need structure
discipline is for the anal retentive and power hungry
repeated tests are the only thing of which i speak
we need to be tested to find out which part of the soul is weak~robynwildchild

You have the strength of Beowulf but cripple it because of your affinity for the monster
You have been sustaining yourself on the gruel of self-destruction for so long your stomach rejects the ambrosia of life
While the hero of your mind stands by without action while the monster of your emotions sever friendship like arteries under the knife~PG

"fingertips of sun
trace the edges of this room
I turn my face so
your leaving does not eclipse
your kiss on back of my neck"~Ambergirl

someday I won't have to tell myself the obvious
or pretend to be oblivious
~Robynwildchild

"pain is usually the source of my work. the way i have dealt with mental adversity is by embracing it, and allowing certain ideals to wash over my consciousness so that i could purge my pain."-tek

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me

i will gladly host this Tonya Harding and Christie Martin slugfest and play Don King the promoter.....ima set the odds at 4 to 1 on Christie Martin....if yall ready to rumble...i'll gtet Blak to play Michael Buffer...get back at me...i'll have the contracts written up in a few days...yall got the inbox number...peace.

this was nice...its good to read ur words--thoughts...miss ya..

I'm lovin these monthy mags.... very insigntful to get a small glimpse of what makes "E" tick.

*looks at her all cock-eyed*
tip up the cup
better suck that 40 up
slacker
you messing with the mad hatter
and i'm drinking this battle down faster than a porn star sucks up man batter
ima ripping the hubcaps off your car
i'm the lioness in this bitch so hear me roar
you need to practice ya defense
i'ma play it easy for starts in the offense
my mutiple personalites are sure to exploit ya frame of mind
what's up bitch you begging for a dime
got me waisting my time
on this pathetic post
they praising you like you were ghost
cuz they know you shot an gone
like tupac but they're ain't no ressurrection
you tryin to fuck with master perfection
the pms is cracking your face open
and your feeling the pressure of ME
the R O to the B Y N
i got the light i know u see
take that shot of wildgoose and shave those sideburns off ya pussy
is your crotch growing hungry or growing loose
cuz ya holding up the caboose
of this train
put up your dukes its time to unleash ya whine
so i can bury u under my mindframe

"you messing with the mad hatter
and i'm drinking this battle down faster than a porn star sucks up man batter
ima ripping the hubcaps off your car
i'm the lioness in this bitch so hear me roar"

lmao...thats funny and the shave the sideburns off ya pussy had me dying......this could get interesting if Ezz posts.

I have to get heated.. its been a minute...


Demolish feminine products with this microcosmic tampon
Get your swear on cuz ur shits frail fawn… mediocre like Malcolm
Childlike calgon drips from cartilage, promoting whining feelings
This sausage stumbling needs railings
I’m keeling you over fiending from this syringe
Binge on your garbage like pail kids, Cuz my fire lines singe n pin- point pistols
BULLSEYE!
Now pull out ya shingled studded dildo.. there slumberparty….caught u redhanded branded in stripes .. a comatose candy rapper
ur shits bumps jigs and fiddles and is straight “hapslappin” ,
skittles fall from underneath puppeteer veneer that’s haphazard
impaired by the glare of the kick and snare
musical chair broads are adjusted and fear belly flops
cuz their blubbering slop over the top, apart from real rhetoric
I baton silly bubble blowers, they only kick cold-pepperment
ICE BREAKER- shatter illiterate idiots that wanna talk about my resurrection? youre no rose in concrete. more like chucky lovers
full of more drivel drooling lactose directions - straight from mufflers,
With their mouths opened wide and funneled
@ the entrance with a trail of surburban giggles,
I’m checkin for chicken shuffles in your hairdos and reebok heirlooms….



-Stephani
www.webspawner.com/users/delicateaurasoul/index.html

www.3kingsmusic.com < for spiritual hiphop
www.enneagraminstitute.com < for self-analysis
www.hiphopinfinity.com < an awesome ughh site
I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound


rules are for those that need structure
discipline is for the anal retentive and power hungry
repeated tests are the only thing of which i speak
we need to be tested to find out which part of the soul is weak~robynwildchild

You have the strength of Beowulf but cripple it because of your affinity for the monster
You have been sustaining yourself on the gruel of self-destruction for so long your stomach rejects the ambrosia of life
While the hero of your mind stands by without action while the monster of your emotions sever friendship like arteries under the knife~PG

"fingertips of sun
trace the edges of this room
I turn my face so
your leaving does not eclipse
your kiss on back of my neck"~Ambergirl

someday I won't have to tell myself the obvious
or pretend to be oblivious
~Robynwildchild

"pain is usually the source of my work. the way i have dealt with mental adversity is by embracing it, and allowing certain ideals to wash over my consciousness so that i could purge my pain."-tek

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me

she's gotta get heated cuz i walked in and stole the show
oh no.. i'm bringin' in the buckets and they ice cold
i'ma holla at you for a minute
then i'm gonna roll, rub you out with the heel of my sole
you tryin to catch bus on my block
right after you buying up ya supply of meth and crack rocks
smoking it up stupid like that bitch carrot top
ezzy ya flow has crapped a shit in the wrong spot
but i see you straining squat in the corner complaining
this is tight hot an i'ma spacing you out far
putting the clips on your nips and shocking your hips with volts of pure electricity
i got more talent over this piece poppin up with the dominate wordmastery
shut em down with my addias
moving em out of the suburbs into the city's meanest
you got a missed hit on the bullseye better go back to the range
i'm in the game on the streets i don't need the heat to make you feel tha pain
shuffle the cards throw the dice pull out the hearts it don't matter what you got
i'll still win
so i'm just wondering...
if you so hot then why to gotta break the ice to jump in?
*throws chunks of ice into the crowd*
i'm a lil crazed i know you afraid
i'ma tie you up naked and let the dogs eat you
cover you in glue and stick flies to you
drag race a grand prix with you tied behind it boo
stay simple
before you hurt yaself... put down that pencil

peasant
your scrawny laundry gets tossed in septic
tanks - like ya minnute measurements are even up to par
skanks, get their frail hearts broken and jarred
pitter patting.. my lids enclose the embarrassment
a rubbish collection of you maggots in the corner , like a blair witch punishment...
a fuckin fest.. I'm whippin enslaved numbsculls with hiphop slash prose...
oh you stole my show? I'll have u know..your show is studderin
artificial material in live stereo, fuckin bubblin
has me doin loca-motions n shit
right left right
when im done in freon you'll be frozen with my quotings n shit
you're rockin mules in raw hyde- pippie longstocking flowings n shit
cuz u loose ... . sportin L's and things like leverne and shirley
put a cap on ya crap cuz it spills "corny"
you failed the straight test loc, ur lines paint swirvy
your puberty punchlines are bench warming
cats are hootin but they hollarin "EAAARRRLLLYYY"


-Stephani
www.webspawner.com/users/delicateaurasoul/index.html

www.3kingsmusic.com < for spiritual hiphop
www.enneagraminstitute.com < for self-analysis
www.hiphopinfinity.com < an awesome ughh site
I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound


rules are for those that need structure
discipline is for the anal retentive and power hungry
repeated tests are the only thing of which i speak
we need to be tested to find out which part of the soul is weak~robynwildchild

You have the strength of Beowulf but cripple it because of your affinity for the monster
You have been sustaining yourself on the gruel of self-destruction for so long your stomach rejects the ambrosia of life
While the hero of your mind stands by without action while the monster of your emotions sever friendship like arteries under the knife~PG

"fingertips of sun
trace the edges of this room
I turn my face so
your leaving does not eclipse
your kiss on back of my neck"~Ambergirl

someday I won't have to tell myself the obvious
or pretend to be oblivious
~Robynwildchild

"pain is usually the source of my work. the way i have dealt with mental adversity is by embracing it, and allowing certain ideals to wash over my consciousness so that i could purge my pain."-tek

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me

don't flatter yourself
your lines are thin
your broken in like country farm equipment
rusty and obnoxious yellow
you speak like a new neighbor tryin ta say 'Hello'
i'ma throwing rocks at your wit cuz its mellow
your a cow breathing out carbon dioxide
but sounding like day old horse shit and that's on the plus side
look at it
its like that fake tit that gave you Syphilis
all malignant
cuz the doctor fucked you when you were put to sleep
which i might add was the only dick you could get on loan from the government
they called it project Deep
but ezz lets see
lemme cop a quote from me
"someday you won't have to tell yourself the obvious
but for now you can pretend to be oblivious"
cuz its like the ring to your monogamy
your the bitch and i'm the queen and this'll be the poetry engraved in the coffine for you see
i'm the captain and the caption below the picture in the paper says that your the victim
better find someone else to listen
cuz the shits being thrown out the door
whether you think your a diva or a whore
the choice is yours you need to shit on the pot you piss in
cuz your rhymes aren't worth half time it takes to diss them
my trap door is dropping
your going down
and i ain't the guy at the bar who just brought the round
i'm that bitch in the drivers seat
trading you in
Look girlfriend do you need to borrow my pen??
i'm sure i can sign your name on the line at the end
to say you came up with that chorus part to pretend
that you were as good as me..
you think i'm laughing
keep on girlfriend test me..

goin on...

LIVE AND DIRECT HERE AT THE YUKON MAGAZINE,BITCH!...

welcome to the yukon convention center, our femme fatale combants are duking it out for the heavyweight(?)title of the first ever blak yukon....ah,fuck it....couldnt think of anything.

*steps off and goes back to work*

And gimmme summma that popcorn! -- *chuckles*


Chocolate covered almonds? -- *Photo hands Clarion the box*

damn this is so good! robyn's killin' it! c'mon, ezz! i'm rootin' for you here 'cause it's YOU and not just anyone battling! *diplomatically says 'good job to you both. very good job!'*

peace,

n.

I think you ripped me fair and square, girl..
you got skills..
thanx for battlin me..


-Stephani
www.webspawner.com/users/delicateaurasoul/index.html

www.3kingsmusic.com < for spiritual hiphop
www.enneagraminstitute.com < for self-analysis
www.hiphopinfinity.com < an awesome ughh site
I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound


rules are for those that need structure
discipline is for the anal retentive and power hungry
repeated tests are the only thing of which i speak
we need to be tested to find out which part of the soul is weak~robynwildchild

You have the strength of Beowulf but cripple it because of your affinity for the monster
You have been sustaining yourself on the gruel of self-destruction for so long your stomach rejects the ambrosia of life
While the hero of your mind stands by without action while the monster of your emotions sever friendship like arteries under the knife~PG

"fingertips of sun
trace the edges of this room
I turn my face so
your leaving does not eclipse
your kiss on back of my neck"~Ambergirl

someday I won't have to tell myself the obvious
or pretend to be oblivious
~Robynwildchild

"pain is usually the source of my work. the way i have dealt with mental adversity is by embracing it, and allowing certain ideals to wash over my consciousness so that i could purge my pain."-tek

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me

you got skills don't act like your all dead from me! lil old me!

lol.. thank you

well shall commence again sometimes soon!

peace luv respect!

>I read everything. Original poems, collabs, battles, etc.
>Whatever catches my eye and intrigues me...I especially love
>it though when cats change. Like they come on the boards and
>they're mad simplistic or just come on and write rhymes that
>didn't really require much thought and it's like after a
>while the boards influenced them and they begin to develop
>their own style and approach to writing. It's the best to
>watch that shit cuz you confirm that OKP has a purpose..

the growth and change of individuals is what makes this place something to keep coming back to.

it needs work, but tell me what chu think.. =)


Away on a sapphire planet, I can float indian style on disks and be touched intimately
w/out the wrong timing

I saw how you sat next to me and laughed like a proud father
as my hair extends like a little girl
and I turn

why can't I touch it?

I push and pull it's rubberband
stretching it as far as it goes

forever are hands moving passionately up my body
dragging their feathers to taper my spine

I remember when we hugged and you wanted to touch my hair from the bottom, and meddle them all the way through it until you reached my head to cup me at an angle

cradle....

me...


I can't keep watching from a distance

because tears will shatter, lips will pout in the swollen simplicity... the alpha and omega of my life

the incisions are floral.. however...

but when your watching me.. I can't help but to think...

what about you?


-Stephani
www.webspawner.com/users/delicateaurasoul/index.html

www.3kingsmusic.com < for spiritual hiphop
www.enneagraminstitute.com < for self-analysis
www.hiphopinfinity.com < an awesome ughh site
I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound


rules are for those that need structure
discipline is for the anal retentive and power hungry
repeated tests are the only thing of which i speak
we need to be tested to find out which part of the soul is weak~robynwildchild

You have the strength of Beowulf but cripple it because of your affinity for the monster
You have been sustaining yourself on the gruel of self-destruction for so long your stomach rejects the ambrosia of life
While the hero of your mind stands by without action while the monster of your emotions sever friendship like arteries under the knife~PG

"fingertips of sun
trace the edges of this room
I turn my face so
your leaving does not eclipse
your kiss on back of my neck"~Ambergirl

someday I won't have to tell myself the obvious
or pretend to be oblivious
~Robynwildchild

"pain is usually the source of my work. the way i have dealt with mental adversity is by embracing it, and allowing certain ideals to wash over my consciousness so that i could purge my pain."-tek

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me

Away on a sapphire planet, I can float indian style on disks and be touched intimately
w/out the wrong timing

ha...gurl i saw this..one question why the question at the end?

i was dating this guy that reminded me of my father..

and it was like he would watch over me

but I couldnt help to think .. "what about him".. cuz he was so extrovertedly concerned with everybody else it seemed...

it was kinda rushed tho.. i felt i could articulate better anyway =D..
ima rewrite..

thanx.


-Stephani
www.webspawner.com/users/delicateaurasoul/index.html

www.3kingsmusic.com < for spiritual hiphop
www.enneagraminstitute.com < for self-analysis
www.hiphopinfinity.com < an awesome ughh site
I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound


rules are for those that need structure
discipline is for the anal retentive and power hungry
repeated tests are the only thing of which i speak
we need to be tested to find out which part of the soul is weak~robynwildchild

You have the strength of Beowulf but cripple it because of your affinity for the monster
You have been sustaining yourself on the gruel of self-destruction for so long your stomach rejects the ambrosia of life
While the hero of your mind stands by without action while the monster of your emotions sever friendship like arteries under the knife~PG

"fingertips of sun
trace the edges of this room
I turn my face so
your leaving does not eclipse
your kiss on back of my neck"~Ambergirl

someday I won't have to tell myself the obvious
or pretend to be oblivious
~Robynwildchild

"pain is usually the source of my work. the way i have dealt with mental adversity is by embracing it, and allowing certain ideals to wash over my consciousness so that i could purge my pain."-tek

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me

fiction a bit much..

temptation... desire.. mmm very beautiful... the words you chose are very delicate to the situation ... such passion.. go on girl!

I wanted this to be a collabo with morehouse.. but he's not cooperating =P... I hope he adds...


>I’d rather sleep on layers of hands with the pillows of
>fingers pinching me to see if I coexist where wind blows and
>dresses bell and fill with air so I can drift from incision
>to incision and not fully acknowledge the weary willows or
>crying rivers and how everything is being pulled to the left
>and how all colors are streaking at my waist because my skin
>is ripping away in pieces to make a cloth for the sky
>because I’m hot from the sun beating, my heart beating.. the
>friction is causing static that needs to plummet and land in
>a fluctuating eye, striking like lightning, leaving hairs
>peach fuzzing a purple aura, that forms a bubble that will
>once again float my spirit into the curves and ribbons of
>words…impaling the gelled air ,sloshing us to reach for
>eachothers hands and you won’t let go through the scattering
>projections and holograms, the milking wools of clouds and
>we can kiss forever into the whirlpool infusing with
>sparkles trickling

>Hold me silver, glistening
>Angeled and bent
>Collect me now before I streak through your hands
>
>For we are past making love
>I don’t think you can plunge yourself deep enough inside me
>
>Hast I only wake from this slumber if I can dangle from your
>arms...




-Stephani
www.webspawner.com/users/delicateaurasoul/index.html

www.3kingsmusic.com < for spiritual hiphop
www.enneagraminstitute.com < for self-analysis
www.hiphopinfinity.com < an awesome ughh site
I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound


rules are for those that need structure
discipline is for the anal retentive and power hungry
repeated tests are the only thing of which i speak
we need to be tested to find out which part of the soul is weak~robynwildchild

You have the strength of Beowulf but cripple it because of your affinity for the monster
You have been sustaining yourself on the gruel of self-destruction for so long your stomach rejects the ambrosia of life
While the hero of your mind stands by without action while the monster of your emotions sever friendship like arteries under the knife~PG

"fingertips of sun
trace the edges of this room
I turn my face so
your leaving does not eclipse
your kiss on back of my neck"~Ambergirl

someday I won't have to tell myself the obvious
or pretend to be oblivious
~Robynwildchild

"pain is usually the source of my work. the way i have dealt with mental adversity is by embracing it, and allowing certain ideals to wash over my consciousness so that i could purge my pain."-tek

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me

another good edition of the magazine. i'm always happy to read these. Nice to meet you, Ezzsential, and inbox.

soul.

Hi ya'll...

Here I am...

I have had a BIG REVOLUTION recently.. and I'm ready to tell the world how I feel about everything, regardless of how they take it or how controversial it is...

I'm ready to let the world know about me... and my dreams, aspirations, etc
without deteriorating to illusion and fantasy to escape my real feelings..
as I have done for so long

but yo, my soul is burning.. and someone's gotta hear it.. so I mine as well post it here.. right???

I love you guys...
I'll be back...




-Stephani
www.webspawner.com/users/delicateaurasoul/index.html

www.3kingsmusic.com < for spiritual hiphop
www.enneagraminstitute.com < for self-analysis
www.hiphopinfinity.com < an awesome ughh site
I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound


rules are for those that need structure
discipline is for the anal retentive and power hungry
repeated tests are the only thing of which i speak
we need to be tested to find out which part of the soul is weak~robynwildchild

You have the strength of Beowulf but cripple it because of your affinity for the monster
You have been sustaining yourself on the gruel of self-destruction for so long your stomach rejects the ambrosia of life
While the hero of your mind stands by without action while the monster of your emotions sever friendship like arteries under the knife~PG

"fingertips of sun
trace the edges of this room
I turn my face so
your leaving does not eclipse
your kiss on back of my neck"~Ambergirl

someday I won't have to tell myself the obvious
or pretend to be oblivious
~Robynwildchild

"pain is usually the source of my work. the way i have dealt with mental adversity is by embracing it, and allowing certain ideals to wash over my consciousness so that i could purge my pain."-tek

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me

Great edition blak. I enjoyed the read, and I enjoy the presence of our lady.

Peace.

>I love you guys...
>I'll be back...

good job to both parties.

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living my life like it's broken.

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a truth and build their lives to accord are finally not many, but the few."
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