Congrats my homie! Let 'em loose!

Thanks OKay family for the 15 minutes... this is a challenge to reach for another level so look forward to some wordsmythodology coming from the biochemicalendopominological regions of brainwaves balanced by honesty's gift truths purpose and humilities honor...the sinlge highest principle LOVE...

so here we go oops got to get back responsiblity calls feel you soon!!!

*Photo Puts On Reading Glasses*


Okay, I'm ready -- :P

n/m

Now light the boards up.

Congrats asiem!


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

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For a "WONDERFUL" month of sharing and learning ...

It seems you ( ( ( S T R E T C H E D ) ) ) your potential to put feelings and thoughts into words -- and I'm just glad that your words will ~chill~ in the archives for further review ... as time goes by -- :9

It's been real .................... NICE!



*Much Love & Respect*

Congrats family

Been doin ur thing for a long time

Glad to see you get your shine on!

I just got in from a venue in Bmore called "Verbatim Mondays" hosted by Rebecca Dupas. The feature was a brother by name Ainsley Burrows, other Poets included Sabrina, Native Son, Temple and Paul Mabon. I can only hope whatever streams through touches the place touched in me.

A bird sings outside
my window it's past midnight
it seems things have changed

I sat down to write and nothing jelled so tonight i found something from 2005 written in here so...

ASIEM
Charter Member
1385 posts Jan-10-05, 01:23 AM (EST)

"a poet's love song"

raging warriors
made mad love
to the mic
and penned
a new beginning
for hungry souls
at venues last days
near death defiant
acts gave rise to
celestial heights
'what the fuck are we
fighten for anyway?'
who wins the war
for black souls
layed to rest
at the end of the night
when all that was
searched for
was a nut?
they came here
to get an orgasm
free of their own hands
so they too can
remain free from sin...

sistahs cry for
men to rescue them
from their own demise
waiting in line
for another brother
to keep them safe
from the pillows war story
beautiful are the women
that come to these places
looking for a spoken
word to express their anguish
and maybe for a moment
feel understood,
just to walk alone
basking in the arms
of a poet's love song.



ASIEM
"Kuun fiyah Kuun" Quran
(Be and it is)
" A writer takes his pen to write the words again that all in love is fair" Stevie Wonder

Congrats, and...the embrace of poetry is a fine hug indeed...




"My turn to speak in tongues"

--Photosynthesis

"the unexpected takes hold"--Robynwildchild

heavens gate rests at her feet
she spoke to me from the cradle
over 20 years ago now she speaks
at 4 weeks so i pause
contemplate times deliverance
of this mans fate
she spoke in ancient tongue
reaching the heart
i pause to reflect
let the mind resurrect
memories a family waits
pushing past blunts remedy of still minds bending
deciding criminal intent is enuff
to get by so why not place a small wage
and throw bricks at the penitentury
others did and flow came they hustle
a brothers story left at the alter with no confessions
just myspace pages that speak clear stacks benjamins
and weed till bud floats cross screens smell dat it says
two brothers toast like rivalries one red the other blue
images made them drop everything n smoke
now one river devides them but blood flows
babies cry a sisters prayer draws from on High
a blanket to cover them never caught standing still
this family keeps it movin
a derelict raises the dead no miracle recorded
unseen the hands on this wire
a mother speaks, images shattered just for today...they live as ONe
this family keeps it movin
3 down south incubatin by graces plea
silence measures faiths challenge to remain free
don't touch these 144,000
makes 9 perfect no soliloquy at dawn just Praises from a heart bowed
knowing he is heard the universe delivers them
one at a time she speaks to them from afar...so wait till the Son rises in the West this time the Earth cries out
Lord how long will u not hear their voices?
Look again this day the Son has risen...and it is in the West.

>i pause to reflect
>let the mind resurrect
>memories a family waits
>pushing past blunts remedy of still minds bending
>deciding criminal intent is enuff
>to get by so why not place a small wage
>and throw bricks at the penitentury
>others did and flow came they hustle
>a brothers story left at the altar with no confessions
>just myspace pages that speak clear stacks benjamins
>and weed till bud floats cross screens smell dat it says
>two brothers toast like rivalries one red the other blue
>images made them drop everything n smoke


*Word*

One breath
past midnight
she snatched
off the mask
this body
has held me
long enough
it's time to Go
got rivers to cross
Emanuel needs me
on his battlefield
a journey into forever
the Call is given
grant her passage
if her children
find Peace a remedy
let her enter
by the Gate called Beautiful
siblings sisters
will raise
questions at dawn
but soon they will see
this was no
noble quest
but a a small wonder
among them spoke quietly
listen
for the last voice
can't be heard
by mortal ears
just as legion
was made free
they too will
find truth, a friend

loving her came easy for me
i have loved so many times before
but this transcended
you see she held both
fanatsy n reality
her pussy made me dream of nothing
else than perfections gift
in a crowded room i found us all alone
for me to flirt with and play
guess who/
yeh loving her came easy for me cause evrytime i looked at her
i saw locks that flanked her reminding me of fire
nothing less than pure paSSion
while truly my reality she holds dearly...children
i mean she loves them
what else do i need ?
time she declared you need time to really
think about what you are saying to me man
casue for real i don't feel you like that.
i had to reflect i had to remember how many times i said i love you
i wanna marry you?
trapped behind a veil known only to those that practiced it
ISLAM taught me my intentions should always be marraige and security
unshackled passion kept me wanting
and an addiction to feeling good always made me more important than anyone or anything else so...
loving came easy alright just as long as it fit my script.
this time she asked me do u want me man? then you gonna have to date me, cause all you want is right here right now all or nothin and i aint playin that game wit you again.
oh hell no date, i replied, define that what does that mean? you can date me and another while i too can doo the same.? yes, she said, and sex what about the sex can we have sex as we please ? yes .
then i can't do it. cause for real you a keeper.
and then again i eat pussy to much i might as well suck every dick you flip if i agree to that.
Damn, i had to walk away from my pussy, my good pussy my heavens gate where freedom found my two illusive worlds merged into one.
i should feel empowered but for real all i feel is lost.
so here i am waiting...
there gotta be another chapter to this
it just has to be. till then i aint making Taboo chases a secondary excuse. cause i wanna to be free from that viciousness.
i want my pussy to love me like that momma and daddy kinda love the kind that lasted till both of their last breath stopped. yeh i want that good pussy that will last forever, just for me.

p.s. i forgot she said yeh you want my pussy but what about the rest of me? to which i replied you damn well when you bring the body the rest will follow. i wonder if all this could be said another way? cause raw make me wanna hollla... bitch don't u feel me?

Um, hm...Hi, Asiem.

For my first foray back in here...don't know why I'm responding to this post (the title! the title!), but it struck a personal chord for me. And, besides, it had me cracking up at the end :) Also made me say, another good muslim brother bites the lustful dust...oh well...insh'allah you did / will come through alright...

Congrats on being aotm, my brother...

N.

ahem Natalie you disabled your profile so i take it you are undercover private or just don't want no drama hassle whatever... thanks for peepin in and replying odd enough it helps to hear from us in here as for the piece I try to write truyhfully and at the same time ignite thought glad it struck a personal cord would you like to elaborate? lookin for your work

Nicely said. I thought the same way when I give the pussy to Him, branded and all. Oh, well. By the way, CONGRADS!!!


As soon as healing takes place, go out and heal somebody else. Maya Angelou
No man is free until all men are free.

Jah*lov*all of YOU>>>>

i need to write till this oozez from brain stems
till my finger get numb
i need to drop these letters one at a time till sunrise
cause i goota make some room for something to flow to me thru me
i gotta make some room this message is comin
i know it i feel it i gotta tap these keys till Sonstroke knocks me to my kneez and i bow humbly asking permisssion to speak
i gotta makes some room cause them mutha fuckin voices had me trapped i couldn't get off the track
i circled like people round the Kabba... going round and round i couldn't get off that track i couldn't stop like smokin crack i couldn't stop till all that was left was misery and pain laughin at me callin me names like ho skeezer baby breeder only to leave them back
all because i couldn't get off that track./them voices held me back them voices kept me watchin lookin out like a scout searchin for animal tracks, i couldn't get off that track...
Damn...........................trickin can steal all your dreams too.

case u don't know what trickin is it's lookin for sex and willin to pay for it and by the way if your man gotta get your hair done before you give him some you trickin too.
even more simply it is when something of value is given before during or after sex. most people are really trickin even married couples, just look a little closer.

"Going Over"

"Good Pussy"

&

"Makin' Room"


All seem to come from different parts of the brain -- and yet, they come from one & the same -- :9 -- (Kinda like the Trinity) -- three in ONE! -- *Different Perspectives Of Course*

But you've always had various prisms of perspection -- and it's been a pleasure watching you shine "over the years" thru all your poetic prisms.


*Shine On*

that said let's visit another "part of the brain" wait a minute how many parts of the brain are there?
anyway the sentiment is the same Photo and for real i must formally thank you for being you and true to the craft as well to this forum. you have been very instumental in keeping here and continuing to write

we really departed
sometime ago
i realized today
just how much
i really miss you
the way you recorded
every thought for me,
gliding seemlessly
across pages
i even called your fluid
my blood
today i might
say my ink spillz
only to be reminded
it's the
tap tap tap
of a keyboard
that i feel beneath
the very fingers
that used to hold you tight
morning noon and night
so i had to take time
to pay homage
to humble beginnings,
lasting memories
of how i got over
so many times
needing you
to pull me thru
to dry tears
from my face
to make me laugh
when i look back
in amazment
wondering just who
wrote that
it was you most of the time
that just seem
to slide by yourself
commanding me to
hold on till you were through
yeh i must say
we were always there
for each other
you see you needed me
and i needed you....
i celebrate the love of
THE PEN

the grail has been found
tongue meets the sun of son's light
there she speaks
Allah huAkbar reaches
the churches reframe
holy mass on Saturday
when weeping at the wall finds peace
what will become of it's followers?
respect yes to religions gate
but heaven waits no more
the moment told has come
why do u hold on to things long gone
no favor is the flavor you spit
last days ending
they keep the masses looking past today
searching for what
the Son has Risen
in the West
the Pope said they "sell God for profit"
\"plant a seed in my ministry so we can both grow"
voice resignates "who u prayin to"
Yah Jah Lah Vah
created images speak from graves till
the people fall to knees believing in fear all over again
50 spoke no change now 40 acres still aint no mule
for the son's of slaves lost the cause
while IZ ReEl keeps the grip on HOLY WOOD
creaping images cross screens and pipe dreams sold thru the air
cell bites the call drops just when the mind bends to recieve
the Final Call
LOST CALL is the message we get so now the Son has come and gone
while an image engraven in his image is all thats left
watch and prAY PEOPLE
the assasins are robbing the cradles at fourth grade
a sentence has already been passed
to inhabit the cell prepared for he and she who simply failed a test...little children sent off to follow
a script written from the tube you made in the space you dedicated to your space in time called my space in real time
Ludicris Methods fall at the knees of Weezy beggin for a bitch to bail em out by takin all holes at the same time she screams "4 what?"
a matrix ion flux in the butterfly effect
times dimension in suspension call way back to the future
up at dawn no rest at dusk everyday people trying to get by
while the haves make plans to keep them wanting what they got
a viscious world of make believe now reel sex has replaced real sex
as desires no longer belong to the church but inhabited by porns best
no natural affection, we can wait for the reun at midnight and get off together, never touching but still reach climactic endings
there has to hope for the believers are still sending messages
to forces seen and unseen the poor are no longer crying but numb by pain managment has peaked and found them mumified not knowing they r dieing from not knowing it hurts down deep...
what is there to do but record this for the survivers to remember?
there has to be something more..
check your heart is it still beating ?
ask yourself for what am i waiting?
why am i here anyway?
what happens if i survive?
questions awaken the mind to respond and act accordingly...


thank you J Pope of Bmore for loving spoken word and raising the dead from tombs....find her here
http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=98968323

water purifies
as i am baptised
emersed in seasons drift through
another moments pleasure
at the end where afflictions
meet addictions
the need for greed to change
hopes true colors
no more black or white
just green make sense
to those in charge of common
folks dreams made at the desk
of advertisers
we must speak life born in the mind
dead to spliffs puff chemically induced
hallucinations
these are the days
for rivers to flow and lakes to rise
bathe poeple in waters
while they can be found
the Sun is burning heatwaves coming in each season
the evaporation of religion will leave them wanting something to believe in so real life is the plan
artist write according to earths vibrations
make ablution
purify your minds eyes clean intentions begin all
wash hands to elbows, mouth,nose face head to feet wash people
and keep the faith
conscious minds bow too
looking past fallen soldiers no more
we hold a moment to reflect deaths door has been opened wide
as souls come through in numbers these days...tidal waves earth quakes sunami's, hurricanes,weather patterns changed by satelites sending high frequency noise pollution to other plantes connecting what the earth past present and future distruction
they don't know where these experiments are going just keep dumping the nations treasure into another scientific blunder
let us Pray quiet this moment....................
now simply give thanks for Believing
pour the water all over your body and sing praises

babies scream
born to mothers
with fathers by side
calling God's name
seeking Pradise in proportion to
balanceing his household budget
there is no end to his means
and resources so endless
are his imaginings
children raised in Love
not held down by his wealth
there are colors everywhere
cosmic rays reach the once hardened hearts
for the blind enemy to see him in new light
a black man dreams
for the world to see clearly
a new day is here
our time has come
now let us make him in our best image

tho i love my children
i am not with them
tho i send their mother
due proportion of my own income
it is not enough
three baies know their father but distance keeps
them apart from loves need to hold flesh
i know i love my children and they too love me
but my reality speaks i left them
a dis ease erased purpose
and found me desiring everything but them
I left them and their brothers and sister
long before i knew they were coming
the truth speaks and i do not hide
i would cry now but tears dry have fallen too long
to claim emotions need for meaning\
i stand a man working his way back to heavens Grace a day at a time
no one can say i really will live long enough
to make this day paradise for them
but still i try
a letter sent from child support almost
caught me ungrateful as i swaer before God I hurt
deeply for this wreckage doesn't seem to leave me
while these words may cross a divide as wide as the Mississippi]
I can't cry a river forever
so i rize at dawn to work for benefits
that still are not enough as i still give in to distraction cause this enemy lives within me
no woman by this side anylonger
i have too many times found issues to many to reduce the pain
so they too must go along with every true memory
that Love did exist in moments
my baby girl needs me so do tose boys but i am here digging
a shallow grave so i may be found alive
my parents loved till the last breath of his breath met hers on February 25th 2008 now Paradise opens again
a granfather am i trying to hold true to the generation
of believers that brought me through lonely years
crack dreams never have i but the obsession
to be needed finds me leaving all responsiblity just to feel real
compulsion set free to deaden the heart to honesty's gift...freedom
i digress in this moment waiting for God to make something
from the depth of dark clouds over me
a call from the heart asks simply will we ever be together before death knocks on the door again?
she cry's i cannot hear those boy's eyes i do not see as they reach for the sky in body
there are days when reality speaks and all i wish to do is hide but this day
reality speaks so i share for strength to be found in Me
my son's rays beam brightly as those born in the 80's
become men hoping the streets don't hold them long before the Love their mother gave kicks in...see twice i have been given three


thank you rebecca dupas for your spoken word called "needy"
you gave me the power to carry this out and i cried that river and was washed in the water found in knowing "reality speaks"

findher here http://www.myspace.com/rebeccadupas

And regardless of the circumstances ... I'm sure you're a "GOOD" Daddy!


By the way: HAPPY FATHER'S DAY boo! -- :P

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I am…water, mass, blood,
melanin, bones. ©Solange Knowles

with these phrases
i pray
i sing
i give thanks
i am arsalna
standing sitting bowing raising
falling prostrate
i am he serving living breathing seeking
knowing in reflection
remembering pure intentions
finding serene this place to be
i am watching while head lowered
gazing gently upon the face of beauty

with these praises
i ask what shall become
of those whose voices we raise
the soiled minds waking everyday to
to find viscious cycles waiting to teach them
low living from behind clouds of smoke
the toke the srtoke the dope the seeds planted
to still them before we can reaqch them
we cryed last night now raise the sun and find them humbled by
your light please we sing praises

warriors from the land of giants
from meccas promise
from babylons kings
soldiers annointed
by those raised in ranks
we have found peace in serving again
righteous teachers have been found among the beleivers again
the land will be healed no stripes this time
ayats have already been written
recited where hearts were once darkened
fire brands them with spokenword artist
in each corner of the place where bodies lay
resurrections gifts recieved
people are listening
the rocks have cryed out
the land is healed
cause we believe.....

thanks Native, 5th L found me listening to "Prayer of a Broken Vessel" and blessings came down
you can find them here... http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=35275960

Just wanted to drop by to say congrats; couldn't be someone what deserved it more.

The pieces you've put in here are ridiculous.. read through a few, but need to get back after a shower. I'll be back 'round fore the head of the month.

thank you !

sometimes a love comes down
bringing all love back around
higher beings sending
good vibrations seeing
babies teasing momma's
little lesson learned at midnight
daddy's sleepin momma wake
babies crying from heavens sake
love come down in small glimpses
bringing us closer thru our senses
there aint no need to watch
so close we been waitin
along time lookin even in books
this earth is singin again
this land is healing
a small boy in kansas
is doin our bidding
a voice been heard
dem shoes is walkin
this journey aint bought no little token
a love come down to find who will trust in what they say they believe?
so ask yourself this question Do You Believe in Love?

congrats mein, these pieces exemplify your outrageous talent, baltimore stand up!!

thank you brother your words mean alot so keep droppin we watchin

echoes found silence
bounced of walls
played a single note
in the ear of nearby listeners
one heart witnessed
envy and forgave her
another caught jealousy
but released the chains surrounding him
while pride trumped fear
and changed into courage
perfect images made no match
but merged slowly making love
till all that was left was laughter
echo's whispered
as the wind carried it 10 miles
only to return by treelimbs
swaying, grass bending while birds
simply sailed without flapping
what else could find peace
send it away only to find it
again over and over
nothing but
echo's

and this poem is one of your best worded in a long time...

definitely a visual delight.

another caught jealousy
but released the chains surrounding him
while pride trumped fear
and changed into courage
perfect images made no match
but merged slowly making love
till all that was left was laughter
echo's whispered
as the wind carried it 10 miles
only to return by treelimbs
swaying, grass bending while birds
simply sailed without flapping

good stuff *nods* Peace~

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Art is man's constant effort to create for himself a
different order of reality from that
which is given to him ©Chinua Achebe

thanks mindful "in a long time" best worded ok i'ma get past the blow to my ego and feel what you sayin like the continuity but in a long time :-)

I sing praise on high
from down low
remmebering still faces
creeping crawling
making cases
lustfilled images escape mind
just to reach hearts sillouette
third eye no see
what this life has been for me
cause i found places on high
to hide
fallen soldiers ride
angels come at dawn seeking
heads bowed
we know a call before sunrise
waits for no one
but we still sleep
spoken word keeps raising the bar
hip hop art traces time
little known voices whisper
ears pause listening
these are true believers tawkin death to life
cause now we sing praises on high
from down low
keep me wake some pray
my life 's at stake
momma's cry for daddy's sake
children at play no more blind
they speak death to life
from cradles to grave
visions no compromise
words been heard now entertain
thoughts long enough to get at me from an mc's mic
to spinners scratchin tryin to wake the lost soul of another brother
wit a gatt tryin to get in
no bodies in chalk lines tonight
sing praises on high
from down low
keep this flow
speak life in stages
from crack fiend dreams
of never seeing smoke rise in pipes again
to abused women no more fear of men walking by
sing praises
still waters rise deeper and deeper
this is where it begins
another whisper in ear
do you hear spoken word
come to life
come to life
come to life
now sing praises on high
from down low

thanks "shyster" another of Philly's finest spoken word artist

a gift given over night
they wake making
wrong from right
stolen legacy
taught yesterday
lost today
seeking buyers
to cop another piece
from peace
recieved by inspiration
fuck dat i gotta eat

I am Love's opportunity to express itself
gratitudes chance to belong
I am peace longing to be found
compassions plaything
I am purpose without form
honesty's home
I am the beginning of every moment
and the last place to find it
I AM AS I EM

the truth is I have never been here before
it appears the same as another time
but in this very moment i realise nothing is the same
right here right now
is as it is and never will be again
this i know in thought word and deed
but still somehow it illudes me
as does I have the abillity to change...everything
my eyes see my heart believes
yet my mind so often no ease
right here right now
i write these words to capture the moment
when i understood nothing will ever be the same
when i read this tomorrow
i will have already changed today
today i walked away from self indulgence
yesterday i decided to love me nurture me to understand me
right here right now
i left the past to live and not die
it really aint even that deep it just makes sense
no matter what I Am sent me to listen and walk accordingly so...

the heart of art is
always churning
making sweet buther
grapes get
smashed making
her whine


someone said
the sun is shining
so i moved clouds
from my eyes to see


the mind at rest
finds work
easy


all i will ever know
i already have
tho in reflection
i often forget


last night
i had the perfect dream
when i awakened
i only remembered
the nightmare


gifts are given
that we find them
hidden to treasure


life never with measure
of how long or short
how much or less
Life is...

There she is a forty eight year old black woman,
standing over 6' 2" wearing a blonde wig, shoplifting.
Although I've known her for years
she continues to amaze me,
and most people she meets. A psychology student
studying for her doctorate degree
whom meanwhile sells bootleg cd's and dvd's
and swears she is not ghetto.
This woman has the nerve
to believe in her own definitions of integrity
also wants to be the treasurer
of our community center.
The idea itself is insane
yet there is something so believable
about her that she gets voted
in and out of key positions
in every venue she is involved in.
Nevertheless, here am I watching her
from my cash register again,
wondering if I should inform her
that she is under surveillance
and has been identified by store security.
This woman actually has a knack
for capturing attention and somehow
making everything she does
seem practical and just good common sense.
Including, getting food stamps,
grants for gas and electric
and several other related service
usually used for the poor.
All of this yet maintaining a very
upper middle class lifestyle,
she drives a Mercedes (an older model)
owns her home at least 4 bedrooms,
is known to have stocks
yet she steals constanly.
She often rents to borders,
loves Starbucks; having each mug Starbucks
ever produced and placed on the market.
Eccentric? Yes in every aspect of the word.
But how do I tell her
she is about to be arrested?

It's been sixteen years since I wrote this letter. It's June 2008 the Presidential election year that promises to change the face and direction of not only America but the world. Did Barak Obama win? Did he win a second term? What's it like now that the world has seen the fourth term of the new North American government?
As for me has the change been as drastic?
Let's see I can only imagine; by God's grace Alliyah, is 16, Tatyannah 17, and Jalil 17 all grand's do I have any more ?
All my children are grown Michaela 39, Rashiid 37, Omar 35, Ismaeel 25, Khaliif 22, and except Xanthis she aint quite grown at 19 but i bet she is smart and a looker.
And where are Rhoda and Tanekia at 41 and 45?
Technological advances has kept me in great health since the North American Treaty actually made it a Republic or Union hmm?
By now the hater's as we called it might say the world is socialist but it is perhaps better off as for everyday people.
Long old wars of religion have just about ended forever racism sexism and hunger should have been eradicated since media exchanges have allowed people to just about live together without leaving their homes.
Twelve Step programs have reached far into what was once dictatorships and changed the minds of how people coexist.
Remember that perfect dream I had well it was just the other night but remember how everything for me changed from that dream?
I saw the world from a whole different place when I woke up, that's why I am writing this letter cause in that moment I believed and everything changed.
There are reality shows just about to kick off asking people to invent things to be creative to come up with the newest world, changing item. Imagine that one mind that can see past the troubles of our time.
We survived and now because of one thought, one idea, one single purpose we, none of us, are controlled by the fears that at one time had a grip on our minds and in just 16 years are now travelers of the Universe...Devine.

it 's Xanthia not Xanthis

It must be that i'm old
can't syncopate a rhythm
that catches a young reply
old timers gets views but
only from love gone by's
never thought i'd say it
but i might too old
don't scratch the surface
feelin a little lost
well hell at least it feels
good at night
when
i realise
how much i love to write
now that's the way it seems
when a player like me
is waitin for a reader like well
i won't say a name just to drop by and say...

no dis to those that drop a line or two but right now i would ike to hear from you

Times when I may be...
self -centered
I cry
Times when I may be
lonely
I cry
Times when I am
angry
depressed
self obsessed
I cry
There are times when
movies like Sex and The City
or As Good As It Get's
yeh make me cry
I may even wipe the tears from my eyes
asking why am I crying
I cry cause I am human
I feel
I think
I believe
I cry when my children
I miss
and their mothers I some how
dis missed
the water that flows sometimes I know
can cleanse even my soul
or wipe away the build up
on my heart like mold
I cry and I am a man
A father
a son
a brother
a friend
a lost lover
I cry cause if i let these ducts dry
I know I will die
Sometimes my poems scratch the surface
often too these poems are well defined
but nothing can replace what is behind each letter
of every word
simply
those moments in time
when yes
I cry

Man i loved this, not only the topic but the way you dropped it, like crying, short lines like tear drops, and long lines like a long cry, couldnt really put it in words, but most will understand what i mean.

>the water that flows sometimes I know
>can cleanse even my soul
>or wipe away the build up
>on my heart like mold
>>
****Nice***

As soon as healing takes place, go out and heal somebody else. Maya Angelou
No man is free until all men are free.

Jah*lov*all of YOU>>>>

For thirty pieces of Gold
a man lost his soul
For thirty pieces of poetry
another traded his life
untold
For less than a miserable price
a lie is made
just for someone to hold
what will i do ?
for thirty pieces
thirty pieces
for thirty pieces
thirty pieces
for thirty pieces
what will I do for thirty pieces?
believing like they
my thirty pieces will make me whole...

(This is a repeat / cuz it got lost ^UP^ top there) -- x(

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Thanx for a "WONDERFUL" month of sharing and learning ...

It seems you ( ( ( S T R E T C H E D ) ) ) your potential to put feelings and thoughts into words -- and I'm just glad that your words will ~chill~ in the archives for further review ... as time goes by --

It's been real .................... NICE!



*Much Love & Respect*

Thank you and every player on these boards that darses place pen to pad spill ink and speak...

so i make room for fluid letters to flow into wordsssssss making worlds merge in this cyber space............