Lets all give madd props to one of the most humble & talented catz on here. Congratz Otto....looking forward to an inspiring month.

go otto! Go Otto!

Getcha flow on, go Otto!

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You made a fool of , tell me .
©MeShell N'Degeocello

do your thang, otto, and enjoy this month :) i'm truly happy you got aotm.

peace,

n.

Congratulations Otto! I am so proud of you! Your work is so beautiful/innocent/thought provoking. You are very much deserving of this honor! I look forward to reading your work this month. :)



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

Thas' my lil' bro! -- *Photo smiles all proud & shit*


Have a great month OTTO!


( ( ( S H I N E ) ) )

Looking forward to seeing what you put up here

hey fam, i just wanna say that really, i write the way i do, cuz of the inspiration and support that you all as my fam have given me over the last year and four months....i have grown immensely, as well as seen others grow, and that is a wonderful honor in itself...........thank you all! ill be back with some posts after i get some things together...thank you all!

love and respect,
-Ottizzle

fam.

peace


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

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

BIG ups Otto!!!!!!

grats otto its gonna be a good month i see!

ha, this isnt a april fools trick


i seen tha results, damnit


mos def, big ups O. u know u my dog.

:) go head go head

--Sig--
There is a symbol that explains life....A DASH. The punctuation between the dates that represent one's birth and one's death represents their life. Your life, one punctuation. Everything you've done in your life from birth to passing is that. Read any obituary....look at any headstone....look at that DASH. That is those peoples lives. The dates printed are not them, they only explain the years. Its that DASH that divides those dates that is you. Your entire life reduced to this: -

I am the life line

hahaha, have a good time, Otto!
Maybe you'll post that one....
you know what one i'm talkin about!
congradulations
___________________________
-Phyllis-




...The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and is tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom...

- Maya Angelou

Keys clumsliy, clankily kiss,
startling the sleeping engine-
it coughs, awakens, bright-eyed and roaring.

I shiver,
night is the fear in me,
and sheepishly lock the door.
I yawn, bored with shivering.

Midnight city scenery is life,
slowly passing by.
Except, you notice the city, the suspicion it carries.

STOP.
Potapsco Street is still,
as the blushing traffic light takes a brief hiatus from
green and yellow.

There is a lump in my pockett.
Spare change i suppose, more of a hiderance,
of a burden, than an aid.

I breathe,
more of a sigh than a breath,
and for the moment, I see myself as a tea pot.
Sitting, waiting, whistling, warm, alone...

It's a winter breath, the kind with steam...
My mind sees correlations like that,
since tea pots steam and whistle...
and I am alone.

I hear rhythms being played on my chest.
I'm sure everyone is a drummer at heart!

The buildings are standing in their polluted sleep stance.
If they only had ears, I'd yell: "Hey! Down in front."
They were blocking the moon.

It's dark.
I uh...
the blushing has ceased,
the gap has closed, and there is a green face smiling at me.
I don't feel like smiling back.
Left suits my fancy.

There are people.
Pretty people. Dirty, drunken, broken, dragging, pretty people.
Somewhere between here and there,
I found myself.
Uncontrollably walking in their direction...
faster.
I follow the distinct smell of street life...
faster.
More briskly.
STOP! Fear is the liar in me.
Clankily, clumsily, coins kiss the coffee breath cup.
The lump in my pockett has diminished.

I am alone.

wow, this is peace man, congratulations!!

i am so glad you are aotm this month for this is NOT a month for fools. this piece is amazing, otto. the skill with this piece reminds me of a certain irish poet (or was he english?) that i studied in high school. left me kind of in awe of your budding talent. and here:

"STOP.
Potapsco Street is still,
as the blushing traffic light takes a brief hiatus from
green and yellow."

that blush...i don't know if i'd ever have seen it that way, but you took me there. thanks.

peace and 'nuff respect,

n.

ps watch spellings, 'k? 'hinderance' not 'hiderance'.

and blessed us with your prescence.........i wrote it last year, and it got many responses similar to that of yours--very generous and kind ones. i look at this as my rite of passage here,people read it, and then kept reading my stuff from then on.......it brought back memories to type it again...thank you nat for your wonderful support!

-Otto

so you're waiting to hit us with the full depth of your talent, huh? man, go all out :)

peace,

n.

I've spent quite a few lonely nights in the city. I feel this. It's so urban, and very relative to many people. Kudos...

I remember this, OTTO -- And I'm still in awe of your writing!! -- *heavy sighs*

If I'm not mistaken, this is the pCe that hooked and reeled me into the "Wonderful & Witty World Of OTTO M." -- ;^)

I just love the hell outta you boy!!! -- *smiles*


(((That Is All)))

this is still one of favs from u

hmmm, yeah, still need to inbox you on this.
*chuckles* but, you know how lazy i get!
i'll get to you on it sometime though, no worries...
___________________________
-Phyllis-


...that is all...

Do yo thing, my friend!

You're a versatile writer
and i'm looking forward to some interesting pieces from you

Once again Congrats

Peace

I snapped your photograph with my eyes,
and the crumbs of a love dream-
are all that remain.

The picture in my mind-
of us,
and of what we were to become,
has slowly diminished-
the way a candle does,
when it burns for too long.

You and I each,
had flames once...
and we could have molded the wax-
to become ONE large candle-
the passion, I mean the flame,
would have been as hot as ever...

But it's not,
and something like hot wax bleeds from within my eyes.
To make conversation,
I'd ask if I had something on my face-
a streak maybe,
but the distance between us is too great,
and you are too far away.

I like how you built this piece. You kept with the theme, but had different elements unrelated to wax like the camera. Some times I feel a piece to be redundant and boring if it's just about one thing. Metaphoric or not. Liked this.

Burning flow~stream with a melted message of regret & painful memories!



Some photos just need to be burned! -- *sad smile*

this seems mad familiar too but the imagery/concept is still sooooo ill

awww.. i feel that there could be so much more to this.. but.. alas there was no more left to tell ..

This is a nice poem.

your lips

i acknowledge as...

utter-(ing)-(ly) disgusting,

chapped with hypnotic-pocracy,

and...

bitter memories of us.

now,

in the midst of a-

chilling~loveless~drout,

i have my pride to keep me warm.

She
smiled,

as
a
hint
of
tribulation
took
to
our senses.

Now
my
not~so
"pearly whites"
make
themselves
known.

>Now
>my
>not~so
>"pearly whites"
>make
>themselves
>known.

I had to laugh a little. Just a little bit *Smiles*

Fo sho.

"I have my pride to keep me warm"- Cute

i space out
(of bounds)
with leaps over-
the present moment...

as i rise, and rise, and rise,
my feet are still on the ground...
i get so high...

dream bubble can't breathe-
atmosphere too thin...
it bursts, dies, whatever...
probably because my feet are still on the ground.

the dog in the street-
was me...
and your asphalt scorched my paws-
as i shed,
and we attempted a handshake,
or something to the effect

the collar on my neck-
was blue...
but i'm color blind

you laughed,
pet my head a time or two
in pity-
and threw me a bone...

i didn't want to,
but, i chewed-
hunger made me do it.

These lil' "brain farts" of yours pack a (((Powerful))) smell! -- *chuckles*


Not a bad smell by any means, just strong enuff to knock brain cells around and make me think a lil' differently! -- ;^)


AND THAT'S A GOOD THING! -- *smiles*

LOL

had to get ya, sexy.

but yea, this had me thinkin differently as well. damn, think you for makin me smile for today, O.

..got me to thinkin w/this one..

you are so funny (When you're not trying to be) I like your sarcasm. It gets me every time.

that was a breath of fresh air

congrats on the aotm otto.. you deserve it


I hope that ur able to shine on... even after this month is ova.

peace


-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

i likes this one otto

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no donut no cry © medina marley

jpg image © DelaLuge

otto, you've got smarts. glad we (almost) settled that beef with bonethugzz/dirtymurdera. i'm definetly not wasting time when im ready your posts.

That's what's up.

i stand for what u stand...but i walk for what i believe...

congrats...u held it down right...keep it up

congrats man! it's well deserved..

-- - --- -
even in my absence my presence is felt

fuck me gently - Rag Doll

"baby," she said, "you're killing me..."
and she almost cried.

and i almost sprang from my relaxed state, and flexed all of my rigidy, raging muscles and screamed:

"HEY! DON'T call ME 'baby'! and anyway, didn't you mean to say that *you* have been too busy killing *me* to know anything...and stop crying...RIGHT NOW...don't call me baby...ok...and don't call me honey, or sugar or sweety...DON'T call my anything...and don't say 'Hey guy' and try to be sweet like you always do...."

Buy i didn't. Instead, i said i was sorry...but what i really meant was i'm sorry i ever met her, and that she makes me feel so alive, but i'd tell her not to smile either when i say that because she kills me everyday. That's the only way to know you are alive--to be killed. And in the morning i feel like looking out the window all day and not saying a word to anyone except to that great friend inside my head who always listens so wonderfully.

So, i said i was sorry, because i was...i'm sorry i gave her all she could ever want.

She is a klepto and a felon because she stole my heart and stabbed me, and now dead. i'm just--dead.

i think i know this sentiment.. we all do.. if only ..

let's just practice sayin what we really feel one day and see how that goes and if it goes the way it should then that should make us a stronger person..

but sometimes the words don't match up with the impact of the feeling...

but hey pick your fight right?

*Serious face* Much like this poem. (LMAO) BURN! (c) Micheal Kelso

I'm sorry Otto but you walked right into it. I just had to do it. LMAO

congrats otto-might not mean much from a newbie-but here it is anyway
definitely feelin' the "not so pearly whites"
I'll remember that for a while-very nice!!!

congrats, man. well deserved.

your growth is evident.

Your pieces are inspiring man. You have this individual style that you've obviously grown into...or maybe it grew around you...i don't know. but however it worked--i'm amazed by your work.
kleptomaniac
and
dead dogs rot
took me to the next level in thought.
definately intriguing and brilliant.

*go ahead... climb the ladder... i'll sit here and wait for the wood to rot
-UntaiNted

You have definatley improved as a writer and you deserve this more than most.....I'll keep lurking

^^^^^^

______________________________
"Cocaine is a hell of a drug!" - Rick James

"I'm Rick James bitch!" - Dave Chappelle

"Things fall apart and tend to shatter, she like that shit don't matter when i get home get at cha..." - The Roots "You Got Me"

"Sometimes i wanna write rhymes bout true crimes that have affected my community but we were to blind to see since our minds were under that mental slavery but there was one lone voice that cried out among the people." - Bonita

"Life is but a trickle of existence where we are mere beings pursuing a greater purpose." - Bonita

"Friends don't shake hands, friends HUG!!" - Davey D.

"I love hugs!!!!!" - Bonita

Peace, luv, and scented candles ya'll ;)

Bonita A.

i Just wanna say thank you from the deepest canyon in my heart. thank you for giving me the inspiration, feedback, and encouragement i have needed to become who and what i am today...truly, in a sense, we ARE a fam. and i wanna thank god for blessing me with the ability to think for myself, and to capture those thoughts with a pen...much love and respect and peace and happiness...

-Otto