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5042, June AOTM!!!! Prez!!!! Posted by ThaAnthology, Thu Jun-05-03 05:56 AM
Congrats Bro!!! It was close with Scroo, but Prez came out on tizzoop! Well, you know what to do fam. Can't wait to read!
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5043, RE: June AOTM!!!! Prez!!!! Posted by presyzion, Thu Jun-05-03 06:05 AM
hey, y'all.
i truly appreciate this. thank you very much.
it means a lot.
peace
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5044, congrats... Posted by invisible ink, Fri Jun-06-03 02:29 AM
like i said well deserved......miss k
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5045, Two Posted by presyzion, Thu Jun-05-03 06:06 AM
—for single moms
Held her son against warmth. “Mommy, where’s daddy?” He hadn’t been
home in a week. “Be back in a few” meant he couldn’t live between the hardness
of fatherhood & the rock of marriage. “I don’t know, baby.” Mother dripped so many
tears. Got caught, once. Said her back hurt. Tad truth. Raising a child alone
strained the strength of her effort. On Sunday, spilled her needs into soothe. First
view of comfort in days. Dipped her eyes in paper news, looking for outlet
& a smile from the comics. Garfield, sarcastic & fat, chiseled a smile within the stone. Up
to cook. “Mommy, I don’t want that!” “Baby, mommy don’t feel well. You gotta eat this.” Digs in to watch him eat.
Smiles. But the way he holds his fork, like his daddy did. Another tear birthed to the floor. Realization:
two alone will have to work harder. Daddy ain’t needed, but the bastard could’ve left some money.
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5046, RE: Two Posted by BarTek, Thu Jun-05-03 07:13 AM
damn, your style is mad original. im loving this duke.
peace.
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5047, ((almost cried)) Posted by Ezzsential, Fri Jun-06-03 05:57 AM
that touched me.. cuz im in that situation.. sittin here readin this at the library teary-eyed. werd.. last time i talked to my son's father he said "i still cant believe that im actually a father".. lol.. i said "well he's five"
but yo!!!!!!!!!! PRez!!!1 i voted for ya ass so im glad u won!!!!
your works are always inspirational and originally visionary. that deserves honor.. werdum up..congrats man.
-Stephani
I'm a H.E.R.B. Holotyped Existance Rhetoric Bound
lol I overuse my "emotional center" peep my wack site and pic!http://hometown.aol.com/ezzsential/myhomepage/index.html
when my soul speaks: when watchin VH1 soul and they play back to back videos that i like, when I'm intertwined with intimacy, goin' to a Jill Scott concert and gettin in the front row, recievin a drum stick from the drummer, gettin on the vip bus, love, when talib pulled me on stage, then I asked him "what sign are you"? ,Common tellin people to "love themselves" at his show, tellin ?uestlove "listen to me flow" hehe, and he listened, when collaborating with people who write like me, findin a poetry spot for women!, bubble baths and rose petals, "100 ways why he loved me" as a christmas present, breakdancing and deejaying, expressin' my autonomy and femininity, phycoanalysis...
"I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world." "The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed." Albert Einstein
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5048, RE: ((almost cried)) Posted by presyzion, Fri Jun-20-03 12:00 PM
thank you for reading. i have some friends that are single mothers, and i see their struggles.
peace
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5049, RE: Two Posted by PhotoSynthesis, Fri Jun-06-03 12:27 PM
I think you must've lived a few other lives -- (Besides This One) -- Cuz you seem to relate to so many situations which I can't imagine you experiencing in "THIS LIFETIME"!
This was an awesome display of walking around in someone else's shoes -- Shoes too tight -- Too hole~y -- And too ragged for comfort!
*Felt*
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5050, RE: Two Posted by gsquared, Mon Jun-09-03 06:10 AM
I can feel that one...damn
We keep adding new songs from the forthcoming Geometry album, please check 'em-- ....http://www.soundclick.com/bands/2/geometrymusic.htm
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5051, Malaya Posted by presyzion, Thu Jun-05-03 06:07 AM
—for my unborn sister
Five years before me. Mom tried, please know. You’d be 33
now. I know you’d be beautiful. Probably’ve had curly hair & dimples. I asked mom about you
once, but never again. Her face dropped to sadness when I did. I hate to upset her,
so I took the words she gave me & shaped you myself inside my thoughts. I wonder
if you would’ve been protective over me? I know that I would guard you with
my fists & life. I love you, even though your soul never blossomed
into living shape. I love you because we would’ve shared blood & name. Sometimes,
when I’m alone, I think of you. I don’t tell mom or dad, though. I think of you pushing
me on swings & playing wildly in the summer heat. I think of similar
interests & wonder if we would’ve argued ‘til dad gave us one of his “looks.” Be thankful
you’ve never gotten one of those. They could knock a tree off its roots. He’s very loving, though. He’d probably’ve
babied & spoiled you. He loves kids. Me too. I want to teach kindergarten—
& I would’ve been the perfect uncle to your kids. But instead, you never birthed me a niece or nephew. Never
will I see your smile or hear you speak. I write these words to create fullness for the emptiness of you being absent. The
next time I smell the aroma of happiness, I’ll know it’s you blooming a smile above me to pick.
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5052, RE: Malaya Posted by BarTek, Thu Jun-05-03 07:14 AM
this was mad beauty. there are a lot of "to my unborn child" pieces out there but this was the real. your experience is conveyed well and ya emotions are honest which i dig the most.
peace.
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5053, This was really good Posted by Spread, Thu Jun-05-03 09:47 AM
of the poems about ones lost, this one stood out the most to me. Maybe because you never had a chance to meet her and your imagination did the talking, but the pictures were vivid, well-placed and clever. Much respect for that one. And because of your other piece, I think I'm gonna go visit my grandmother's grave today. I like to do that on nice days. That particular spot in the cemetary is quite relaxing to me. Death really can be a beautiful thing. I wish everyone could face that fact.
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5054, just amazing. Posted by RatpackSlim, Fri Jun-13-03 03:05 PM
wow, fam.
the depth and scope of where you go when you write...
you pack more honesty into a breath than most do into an entire book.
congrats on a well-deserved place at the top.
peace, slim
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5055, interesting Posted by sugabee, Tue Jun-24-03 05:23 AM
malaya: a filipino name means "free"
i have a feeling if a situation would ever trap you you could write your way out
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5056, Gussie Posted by presyzion, Thu Jun-05-03 06:08 AM
—for grandmom
Sometimes, I feel her. She gave me death as a gift. Most would scream
that death ain’t a gift! —I disagree: memories wrapped in her warmth,
soft flower grip folding blankets over sleep. Her tongue brandishing love—
embraces felt like summer, humid on the touch. When I see a child walking
safely in the street, hand inside hand of their grandmother, that is me. I don’t
pretend not to cry. I miss her. Not gone eight months, & the feeling
of when mom told me “son your grandmom died” still dum-solos my
eardrum. I dropped to kitchen floor hands, praying for comfort that she was
mistaken. She wasn’t. I heard a bellow shake pain inside my head. The distress is still what keeps me up at night.
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5057, RE: Gussie Posted by BarTek, Thu Jun-05-03 07:16 AM
wow. stellar write. imma write my grandma no doubt. thank oyu.
peace.
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5058, RE: Gussie Posted by MiracleRic, Thu Jun-12-03 06:22 PM
im late to this but the voice u speak is of a unique choice in every piece u bless us with
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5059, Unseen Communiqué Posted by presyzion, Thu Jun-05-03 06:10 AM
I’m here, at your writing desk. Two weeks after pain handed
me news of your death. I’m using your favorite pen. The one that birthed
so many poems, so many pages of thoughts & inspiration. Your mother let me in. Still
crying. I hugged her as strongly as I could, like you used to. As I write these words,
anger fills the pen. Why did you steal your life from living? I relate
to you because you know that I suffer with the same disease. Depression is hard, I know. But you could’ve turned to me instead of sitting
in the garage, letting car exhaust fill your lungs. Damn it! You should’ve known I could’ve helped. But
now what’s left, an absent friendship, conversational memories. Remember
when we were young, we’d debate Bruce Lee movies? He kicked the hell out of Kareem’s chest,
& Chuck Norris was just a memory after Bruce left his neck undone like a torn piece of paper. As
we got older, we both changed directions in music. Got into jazz at the same moment. You were
‘Trane’s reflection, Miles, mine. It’s funny how “A Love Supreme” & “Kind of Blue”
fit into my life so sharply right now. I listen to ‘Trane’s horn & break my hands
on concrete tears that fall from reddened eyes. Miles’ modal tone
reminds me of your haunting voice. I woke up last night. Dreamt you were telling
me you were okay. Damn a dream! Asking questions without answers, like walking
in circles without a purpose. I am broken, man. I need to head home. I’ll hug your mother, again. Be
back soon, lending my soul to your space. Next time, I won’t be as angry, I promise. I miss you.
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5060, RE: Unseen Communiqué Posted by BarTek, Thu Jun-05-03 07:19 AM
this is one of the most powerful pieces i have ever read. i am jus gettin into ya flow and the subtley of it is the strength no doubt.
Damn a dream! Asking questions without answers, like walking
in circles without a purpose.
DAMN. DAMN DAMN DAMN.
ya got it duke, no doubt.
peace.
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5061, OOookaaayyyy -- Posted by PhotoSynthesis, Fri Jun-06-03 12:35 PM
I'mma stop reading now!
I don't know if you have any more tear jerkers in this thread -- But I ain't takin' no mo' chances! -- *grrrrrrr*
I have no tissues -- And tryna suck these tears back up in my head ain't workin'! -- *sniff*
(((Sadly Beautiful Flow~Stream)))
*Felt*
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5062, man!!!! Posted by Giovanni, Mon Jun-09-03 03:14 AM
this piece reminds me so much of a piece i wrote for my brother we he left for the service.. the emotion.. the nostalgia.. capturing moments in time.. i really felt this one.. could really relate to this.. fortunately, the endings are different.. but could definately know what's it like to lose a friend.. even though, i lost mine momentarily.. the pain is still there.. keep ascending..
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5063, RE: Unseen Communiqué Posted by Toothpick, Mon Jun-09-03 03:56 PM
Man...I been writin about my depression for a long time..and you just hit it, man. You hit every nail I been aiming for right on the fucking scalp.
It's scary. Even the part about debating Bruce Lee movies...man..this piece was me.
-Tp
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5064, RE: Unseen Communiqué Posted by presyzion, Mon Jun-30-03 09:34 AM
i write about my depression often, too. it's theraputic in its ways... and often i feel better after doing so. thanks for reading.
peace
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5065, I hate to speak so soon.... Posted by KnowOne, Wed Jun-11-03 03:15 AM
but I think this may be my fav piece from you. Really......it speaks to me.
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5066, RE: Unseen Communiqué Posted by MiracleRic, Sat Jun-14-03 05:00 PM
ur voice is becoming more recognizable now, and its still very very beautiful, each line echoed, it was emotional yet numb at the same time, thats depression for ya, this hit home hard, this is wow, can i still change my vote? lovin it, peace
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5067, What It Is Posted by presyzion, Thu Jun-05-03 06:10 AM
People ask me why I write how I do. I tell them, “I want my words to swing.” “Swing?” “Yeah… Listen to Duke Ellington, Count Basie, any other jazz great, & you’ll know what kind of swing I mean.” If you know me deeply, or have come across some of my poetry, you’ll know I love jazz. I have a passion for it. I sleep covered in rhythm, brush my teeth in time-four tempos, tap my feet while doing everyday activities. I came across this genre while looking for meaning within music. There’s something about being serenaded by Stan Getz, while dancing with that perfect shape, that’ll get her skin covered by me wanting to expand our vision to all-night sights of slow dance-embraces. Jazz is art. Simple in its rudiments, & can be complex in the same breath. If I had a choice, I’d love to live when Bird first took flight. When the Savoy housed Chick Webb vs. Benny Goodman. Must’ve been electric. I’d be a 52nd street vagabond. Absorb all the lights & sounds & sleep only when my eyes weighed more than what my mind could hold. What it must’ve sounded like when Sonny Rollins would play deep into the night, practicing craft into the dark wind. Poetry & jazz cover my passions & hobby-grabs. Whether I write to a Coltrane ballad or to Dizzy shredding notes in blender-tempos, I’ll try to mirror what it is what I hear: rhythm inside emotions that could draw a picture with the hand of creativity.
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5068, RE: What It Is Posted by BarTek, Thu Jun-05-03 07:21 AM
you write like you are free.
"There’s something about being serenaded by Stan Getz, while dancing with that perfect shape, that’ll get her skin covered by me wanting to expand our vision to all-night sights of slow dance-embraces. "
genius.
peace.
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5069, Keep ~Swingin'~ -- Posted by PhotoSynthesis, Fri Jun-06-03 12:31 PM
I'm right there with you -- Hanging on for dear life! --chuckles--
This flow felt "Open & Free" -- Just downright Count Basic! -- ;^)
(((Luv'n It)))
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5070, Beautifully put Posted by Winter Blaze, Fri Jun-06-03 01:58 PM
You're a true talent and wonderful conveyor of emotions big bro- i've been priviledge to get some advance sneak at the pieces and they get better with each read. Don't ever drop the pen...
Lil Sis Kim
I need a vacation, can I sleep like Mr Van Winkle here?
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5071, Madd Props Prez!!!!! Posted by KnowOne, Thu Jun-05-03 06:12 AM
You deserve it..... Keep Flowin' yo......
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5072, RE: June AOTM!!!! Prez!!!! Posted by Frakage, Thu Jun-05-03 06:13 AM
haha, congrats fam!!!! this is a long time comin, you should have been one of the first to grace this but you here and im lovin it, enjoy it Prezo!!!!! peace
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5073, RE: June AOTM!!!! Prez!!!! Posted by gsquared, Thu Jun-05-03 06:35 AM
indeed, mad props prez....thing is, if you're aotm ya gotta show work worthy of the title and you have no prob w/that part....enjoy the recognitiion, you deserve it, and I look forward to reading your work---can't right now gotta go but I'll be back....much respect
We keep adding new songs from the forthcoming Geometry album, please check 'em-- ....http://www.soundclick.com/bands/2/geometrymusic.htm
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5074, RE: June AOTM!!!! Prez!!!! Posted by onelove, Thu Jun-05-03 06:52 AM
congrats man, you deserve it.
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5075, Congrats Fam Posted by scroofays, Thu Jun-05-03 10:01 AM
Yoo deserved this one. And yoor drops on this post show that. Good ish.
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5076, congrats Posted by Holister Holiday, Thu Jun-05-03 02:48 PM
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5077, damn fam. Posted by Aeon, Thu Jun-05-03 03:06 PM
you are killing it. keep this up.
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5078, RE: June AOTM!!!! Prez!!!! Posted by Sage, Fri Jun-06-03 12:05 AM
Congratulations Pres, you desreve it
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5079, Jane Posted by presyzion, Fri Jun-06-03 02:27 AM
They argued wildly. Blame-words clawed at his face. Tongue wielded thorn-yells
toward his back. As he walked away, he raised his middle finger. The same finger that use to
slip between pink lips & drown inside walls that dripped more wetness than
a humid sky. Heavy eyes stared & heaved tears toward dirt-stained concrete. Looked
toward the sky for comfort. Emotions lamented, like when ‘Trane’s horn cries “Alabama.” Saw
her reflection deep in a can of trash. Empty like her starved embraces. She tasted
waste in her thoughts. Regret too deep to surface, nausea was the manifested pain. Spent night debate doing on a park bench. Her
heart, numb from the hammer-rhythms of break-up’s swing. Debate: life in the aching
recollect or death in the quick slice of suicide. Matter, she didn’t think
she did. Eyes sore from knuckle-rubs. Off the bench, ran like lightening strikes back home. Timid
steps to a dirty kitchen. Sink housed four plates, two glasses & yesterday’s dinner knife. Still with
steak slivers on the edge, knife got met to a bone-thin wrist, creating a new image line.
Witnessed wine-colored blood pour in a delicate way down a boyfriend-bruised
forearm. Took a step back from standing. Now sitting from the overwhelm. Eyes begin to close
from the heavy reaction. Not long ago, she on her mother’s lap bouncing
happily. Now, only nineteen, gone behind the closed door of death.
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5080, RE: Jane Posted by Giovanni, Mon Jun-09-03 03:22 AM
"Took a step back from standing. Now sitting from the overwhelm. Eyes begin to close
from the heavy reaction. Not long ago, she on her mother’s lap bouncing
happily. Now, only nineteen, gone behind the closed door of death."
the way you build up to the closings are so viscious..
i read and only wish it were that easy for me..
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5081, RE: Jane Posted by presyzion, Fri Jun-20-03 12:02 PM
thanks, gio. i try--with the endings--to leave the reader with something.
i appreciate your comments.
peace
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5082, Lip Drawn Posted by presyzion, Fri Jun-06-03 02:32 AM
I sang to you, with lips that love your name. I draw your shape in my mind when we are apart. With open wings you appear demure, modest in the beauty that blooms spring flowers. Fly to me, above price & out of reach of mere open arms. I need you, I breathe your scent on my sheets with remnants of your shadow painting beauty on my wall. Not a life like yours has held my blackened soul. You touch me fluently, I see your type on the brightest day, the one that sends night missing as my eyes need rest & time to be thankful of your reflection. Nights flame when we touch. Your naked belly, its voice calls to become attached to my hand. Circling it I feel creation birthing more emotions, more reason to never want to escape. I show your image as I sit on the beach’s end. You are the breaking wave, its contour rushing to slant onto the edge of the ocean’s face, splashing blue, echoing your voice within the white foam. You have never grabbed my thread, pulling until my existence unweaves inside your hand. You enhance me. I thank you because I need you to realize my sense of touch.
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5083, RE: Lip Drawn Posted by PhotoSynthesis, Wed Jun-18-03 08:30 AM
"You are the breaking wave, its contour rushing to slant onto the edge of the ocean’s face, splashing blue, echoing your voice within the white foam"
My lips are drawn into a *smile* -- A permanent smile -- That curls on the ends with heartfelt laughter!
(((Thank You)))
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5084, Random Concepts Posted by presyzion, Fri Jun-06-03 02:33 AM
Because dark is what evil is, & light is when angels touch life,
I sit on the in-between— atop a heated ledge, below a golden door. &
because faith is stronger when I see, & sleep holds me underwater,
I dream of living atop life— but my purpose is sometimes blurry.
***
There is much to see here. I find myself looking at mirrors that reflect trees
& clouds that move slowly like making love-rhythms. I watch my life
watching others & wonder if they see what I do. At times I run like a child,
excited. Because innocence moves smoother than adulthood— why not run without
a care other than growing old? When I become old, I hope to still be able to run like I once did.
***
I love listening to jazz on a rainy day. Pull back the blinds, open the window
& listen to the sameness of a Blakey solo & the boom of a thunder-scream. The constant slant-tempos,
the crescendo of speed hitting splintered sidewalks. Sweet like “Mademoiselle Mabry” getting shaped
by Miles’ horn. I listen because without substance, life will be empty, without texture, light-less.
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5085, RE: Random Concepts Posted by PhotoSynthesis, Wed Jun-18-03 08:42 AM
This brought my readings to closure so nicely -- *sigh*
>I dream of living atop life— >but my purpose is sometimes >blurry. ------ (DON'T FEEL LIKE THE LONE RANGER -- I can relate!)
(((Pensive Thought & Beauty In Da Mixxx)))
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5086, YAAAYY LINO!! Posted by natralyght, Fri Jun-06-03 07:34 AM
i'm so happy for you!! i can't wait to read everything...i'm sure this is gonna spark my writing :-D
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5087, RE: YAAAYY LINO!! Posted by presyzion, Fri Jun-20-03 12:01 PM
thank you. and when you write something, i'd love to see it.
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5088, RE: June AOTM!!!! Prez!!!! Posted by slicklyric, Fri Jun-06-03 07:42 AM
congrats bruv.
"when a man aims at nothing, he seldom misses the target"
"absence of occupation, is not rest"
"write it down. the worst ink survives the best memory"
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5089, YEAHHH Posted by robynwildchild, Fri Jun-06-03 10:24 AM
WHOOOOO HAAAAA WHHOOOO WHWWOWHWHAHAHHAHA
YEA! deserve it.. !!!!
much lovE!
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5090, No Doubt Prez -- Posted by PhotoSynthesis, Fri Jun-06-03 12:22 PM
You are a blessing to this board boo -- With the intricate and unique pCe's that you write -- Stirring minds & hearts & imaginations! -- ;^)
Congratulations on your victory -- And I'll be cruising thru your work as time allows!
All this month -- (((Shine On))) -- And keep shining -- On & Off the Net!
P*E*A*C*E
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5091, Priceless Posted by presyzion, Sat Jun-07-03 10:07 AM
—for my mother
I remember when you had cancer. It struck me odd that
strength could have a flaw. I was broken. As your lips explained, painting my ears with fear,
I wished for a pain & shadow trade; you could instead see clear, & your disease could
become my new reflection. That day never ended: I still think of & dream shifting
pictures of the breath that exhaled our reality differently. I recall my prayers were a hybrid
of anger & faith. Living on knees beside my bed, praying
that a heal could slip inside your skin. Sleep absented me. My eyes, red like the blood
that would spill if you left: specific: cut my name from existence’s breath. Your are
the life that birthed my world. Five years, in August. You made survival the color
of your new eyes. I see you now & I smile that softly you stand with more
beauty than a landscape of bloom. The circle of your being, like the ring dad adorned
your finger with. Now I realize strength can be imperfect. Yet in that grasp, I am thankful
for your continuous steps. Pain avoided me like your death. I am allowed now to embrace what is perfect: your smile.
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5092, Oh How Beautiful -- Posted by PhotoSynthesis, Tue Jun-10-03 12:43 PM
*sigh*
I hope your mom had a chance to see this -- Or even have you READ it to her! -- ;^)
You're a good son Charlie Brown! -- *smiles*
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5093, Barbed Words Posted by presyzion, Mon Jun-09-03 02:58 AM
—about the couple I saw arguing
Words ran down the tongue with cleats on. The verbal continuum
of cuss words & impugn-breaths galloped strongly through the eyes
& ears. Arms flailing, with pointed fingers screaming louder
than any lip-roar. Neither could prove a point sharp enough. Back turns equaled
quick slaps to the face. Five minute escapades of “it’s your fault” & “I hate you”
became the stone that shattered the circle. I saw passion spelled across
their faces. Not ardent. Finally, it ended. Each on a separate direction, they left the other, weightless & alone.
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5094, OOoooooOOoooo -- Posted by PhotoSynthesis, Tue Jun-10-03 12:31 PM
>Each on a separate direction, >they left the other, weightless & alone.
I could see the weight~less~ness resulting from unloading a whole buncha shit (in their argument) that's been on each other's minds & hearts for a long time!
~A combination of empty~ness & weight~less~ness~
That may not be how U meant it -- But that's the way I felt it!
The whole flow was felt -- Like *Prickly Heat* -- ;^)
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5095, RE: Barbed Words Posted by KnowOne, Wed Jun-11-03 03:16 AM
>Words ran down the tongue >with cleats on. The >verbal continuum
I love that line. Nice work yo. This was felt.
Keep Flowin'......
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5096, RE: Barbed Words Posted by slicklyric, Wed Jun-11-03 06:57 AM
loved the observation in this entire peice " Neither could prove a point sharp enough. "damn, that was class
"when a man aims at nothing, he seldom misses the target"
"absence of occupation, is not rest"
"write it down. the worst ink survives the best memory"
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5097, How to Enjoy Posted by presyzion, Thu Jun-12-03 07:31 AM
I haven’t become tomorrow, yet. Today’s sun is still within seize, my fingertips still partially melted from grasping as much light as possible. Dawn just left me, dew-topped grass, the sign that night’s cold was recently here. Inhaling the scents of life is adhering that sense to the spillage of creation. I love color. Flowers interest me: the aroma, each body different, each color, its own sense of recognition. Outside my home, I reach down & extend my flaming fingers, gripping a handful of sunflowers, roses, amaranths. None I enjoy more than the next. Together: a formation to hand to my mother: a gift to warm her home: a memory of my gesture when I return to my own place of rest. Gifts are everywhere: children laughing, sunlight dipping to color the concrete warm, seeing an old couple embrace after life has given them togetherness as a lifelong companion. I observe all that sees my eyes move with their shapes. When tomorrow does come, I’ll have more knowledge of how to enjoy its blessings—how to become enthralled even if the gifts are sparser, hiding within cracked shadows.
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5098, RE: How to Enjoy Posted by gsquared, Fri Jun-13-03 03:25 PM
my oh my, I loved this...
We keep adding new songs from the forthcoming Geometry album, please check 'em-- ....http://www.soundclick.com/bands/2/geometrymusic.htm
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5099, RE: How to Enjoy Posted by MiracleRic, Sat Jun-14-03 05:01 PM
this made me feel good yo
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5100, Bridge Posted by presyzion, Thu Jun-12-03 07:32 AM
When I tell you certain things, my tongue is forming
paths. “I love you” is the concrete foundation. “I need you” is the softer
matter that pads the steps within my voice. When my words
reach you, the path is complete. My hand then reaches to you, & I spin with you
into one reflection. My embrace can tell you more—listen against my chest.
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5101, RE: Bridge Posted by slicklyric, Tue Jun-17-03 05:51 AM
every time i read any of ya post, they always seduce my eyes with surreal thoughts, and this one did the same- i was spinning into that reflection....
"when a man aims at nothing, he seldom misses the target"
"absence of occupation, is not rest"
"write it down. the worst ink survives the best memory"
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5102, RE: Bridge Posted by PhotoSynthesis, Wed Jun-18-03 08:25 AM
This one touches -- The heart -- The soul -- The mind with feather~soft tenderness! -- *smiles*
I'll be off the boards for the summer -- So I had to take one last peek atcha before I bounce! --sigh--
I'll be missing your work prez -- But I'm glad we had a chance to do our collabo before I left -- ;^)
(((Much Love)))
Keep wowing em' boo!
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5103, RE: June AOTM!!!! Prez!!!! Posted by Alias, Fri Jun-13-03 04:16 AM
COngratz!
BATTLE RECORD Wins:1 Losses:0
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5104, Voice Posted by presyzion, Sun Jun-15-03 05:46 AM
i now have motive to speak:
poetry.
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5105, RE: June AOTM!!!! Prez!!!! Posted by brownsugs, Sun Jun-15-03 08:38 PM
congratulations Prez
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5106, My bad. Posted by mara, Mon Jun-16-03 02:43 AM
Sorry I took so long to congratulate you (I don't know where my mind is at sometimes). I think you have so much skill and you really deserved this honor. Enjoy the rest of June as artist of the month.
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5107, i'm readin fam. Posted by dave, Mon Jun-16-03 08:34 PM
GOOD stuff.
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5108, Little Hands Grown Posted by presyzion, Thu Jun-19-03 08:05 AM
—from the father’s view, losing his daughter to marriage
I heard her mood whisper softer until sadness was her voice. Eyes
held mine still, as if looking at her froze me. I did not know what
thoughts made her this way; I did not ask. She approached, hugging
my neck as strongly as I’ve ever been embraced. As a man, we’re taught
not to cry, but I missed that day’s lesson. My eyes became the mountains in which
waterfalls exist. My face, red & becoming excessively warm. She looked
& explained that it was “time.” I looked at the calendar, wishing this day would instead be
a different one. I ran my eyes across hers again. Remembering. My little girl,
grown and going. We said goodbye with crying tongues. “Hurry, before my hands never let you go.”
As she turned, yesterdays became quickness across my eyes. & her steps forward began all of how tomorrow will raise her.
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5109, Resemblance Posted by presyzion, Fri Jun-20-03 03:33 PM
—for my father
When I was a little boy, I wished we were twins. & when
you would leave, I wanted to follow. The wind outside or the television or
my toys always convinced me to stay. At times, I am still
that little boy. The one that told my friends about you. Reverence.
& still, when I lie down at night, the same wind that made me stay home
years ago still convinces me to stay here. I want to go, but what if you aren’t there? I used
to worry that we drifted further apart than a phone call could mend. Or a hug. Now,
as I look at you inside my own mirror, I see that we are twins. Not identical in face
& breath, but the sameness of our eyes & emotions make others not even ask, anymore. You
aren’t my age, nor shaped like me; you are my father.
& now that we are closer in strength, I no longer wish for things other than togetherness.
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5110, Wished Turnaround Posted by presyzion, Fri Jun-20-03 03:43 PM
Today, my family left. One week was not enough. This day, the one that
approached with rapidness, will end, soon. My eyes will close. Nails
of desire will keep them shut. Dreams, maybe of them will birth light in the blackness. This
feeling is broad. When bodies that belong together aren’t, shallowness becomes
life. No valleys or forests or mountains to climb, exist. Coldness becomes. & at this moment, I’m
surrounded by a light. Lit only to write this poem. Lit long enough to bridge
my thoughts to theirs. When I close the page, the memories of our time together
will be the next opening. Tomorrow’s poem will be different: I’ll rejoice because of the blessing of time.
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5111, RE: Wished Turnaround Posted by gsquared, Sat Jun-21-03 07:19 AM
sounds like the voice of the cat with "the habit"...
We keep adding new songs from the forthcoming Geometry album, please check 'em-- ....http://www.soundclick.com/bands/2/geometrymusic.htm
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5112, First Captivation Posted by presyzion, Sat Jun-21-03 12:47 PM
She’ll be coming soon. Past family friend. Brown skin, soft on the touch from
lotion-rubs. She’s always been what pretty is. Stylish. She was riveting, just her walk
made eyes last a stare long enough to forget a thought. I’ve never forgotten. She used to
let me sip from her drink. I, my tongue unaware of how lucky it was. Didn’t matter then,
‘cause now, I understand. If she never aged, I’d want to do wrong. Brush my hand across certain
areas, this time, purposely. When I was ten, she’d watch me. Sit on her lap
watching TV-shapes I shouldn’t have. Was cool like a breeze-breath on the hot porch. She’ll be here
& I’ll have questions. Now, I can’t sit still. Legs, shuddering like grass-blades outside. It’s been
a while since my heart beat like this. My tongue can’t exit from dryness. Only been ten years,
but the bridge seems too long to reconnect the foundation. I bet her smile is still that new
coin in my raggedy pocket. This tumult is damning. I could wash my feet from the sweat
gathered in my socks. & my face is merlot, now. Car, enters. There she is, draped softly in a full-length
vintage-piece. Her face has changed, but nothing else. Enters the space, still with the scent that when I think of it, fills my nostalgia fix.
The embrace, just like I thought. The rest of this night, remembering. I’ll play her voice until memories can play it for me.
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5113, RE: First Captivation Posted by gsquared, Sun Jun-22-03 07:12 PM
...diggin it, this is priceless:
>>I bet her smile is still that new
coin in my raggedy pocket<<...shit like that is what makes a poet special...just someting like that is all it takes to get my attention...
We have a new tune up from the album that's gonna be done in July called "Balance"- ....http://www.soundclick.com/bands/2/geometrymusic.htm
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5114, RE: June AOTM!!!! Prez!!!! Posted by Mystic_Elixir, Tue Jun-24-03 04:35 AM
You know, I'm not sure I've ever read your work before *might have* but this stuff is wonderful! You are very talented, I enjoyed reading all of these pieces. Congratulations! You deserve it.
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5115, Criminals Posted by presyzion, Thu Jun-26-03 09:47 AM
Their feet are glue-sticks adhered to paper cells. Inside, they breathe
faster than what lips can exhale. The heart, darkened by crimes committed. What
is done is what got them there. A thief, murderer, rapist— they combine
to live the rest of their days inside of filth & neglect. Lives have a monotonous rhythm:
awaken to the sound of wood to metal, shower, eat, work, sleep. They are forgotten
pieces of skin, tattooed on each other’s souls. To make them move, force is needed. They
slither in line, shackled, looked at with an impassioned hate. No sun is bright enough
to birth a smile. It is a constant rain that clouds the coming moments. & soon, they
will die. Concrete graves of mistakes lying atop each other: the only closeness before disposing.
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5116, Ode to Youngness Posted by presyzion, Fri Jun-27-03 09:19 AM
Belly full. A mother’s bellybutton protruding in beauty. In two months, birth. A room, shaded with paint, new furnishings. The crib, colored with the softest bedding, the place where I will sleep, dream, suck my thumb. I’ve become a face, hybrid in features, mother’s nose, father’s eyes, they’ve become me & I am left to grow. They’ve picked blue, the color of a boy, the shade in which identity is named, masculine. At night, while being fed, my mother whispers me secrets, things not even my father knows. She takes my deep breathing as understanding of her words. Such intimacy between two should be what starts life correctly. We rock slowly, both nearly falling asleep inside the rocking chair’s trance. Now, I am terribly two. The age that shocks in behavior, but where I have started showing & becoming & introducing what my behavior shall be. I can run & dance, identify clouds & name everything that flies “birds.” I hear things like “timeouts” & “no, no, no!”— daily. Now, becoming five. Kindergarten, surrounding of other children & obeying another adult. We color & nap & play outside. I wonder if the rest of my life will be this way? For show-&-tell, I bring a favorite picture. My parents laughing brightly with ocean waves playing behind them. This is the picture that will always be with me. The one that when I remember as an adult, will bring me to the same classroom where I’ll wish I were again.
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5117, RE: June AOTM!!!! Prez!!!! Posted by MayoKing, Fri Jun-27-03 05:22 PM
congrats fam :)
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5118, RE: June AOTM!!!! Prez!!!! Posted by presyzion, Sun Jun-29-03 03:41 PM
thank you, very much.
peace
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5119, Congrats, fam... Posted by MUSE, Sat Jun-28-03 07:23 AM
Your work is always uplifting and inspiring but all the more... transcending...
you always take us "somewhere over there" and it feels like home...
nice touch of the word-brush fam... be easy and congrats.
~MUSE
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5120, Below the Line Posted by presyzion, Sat Jun-28-03 02:53 PM
40 cents will get you a “that’s it?” look. Eyes don’t see from the back & a beggar will scope you out from snipers’ range. That tin-rust can will stain your eyes. He’s been seen with 5’clock shadows covering the lean side of a hungry-look. It’s been a year today on 33rd & 6th. Broken pockets unhealed from empty hands sag below the waistline of poverty’s son. He’s danced alone beneath a stop sign. Found speech’s freedom spit across the face of downtown facades. He lives removed. Broken-record asks of “Excuse me sir” & “Can you spare a” receives back turns & rock-throw looks of "spare me." His gathering spot is old newsprint & ads for things today won’t know by tomorrow. He was born in ’55. The year Bird laughed then tripped to death. The year Clifford Brown became another dead jazz musician. He’s a nostalgia addict, walking on cracked wishes of past-living & holding onto the hand that never knew his touch. Old love, voice-whispers & perfume scents invade the mind with pains’ quickness. Blame it on love, man. Always blame it on love— he knows that. & means it. She was a terrific memory. But memories only feed past wants, & stomach-quakes scream louder than a whistle on a cop’s lip. He strolls off, awaiting the wait. Another death-black crowd of night dwindles down. Sun’s akin to light, but it never slides between iron-heavy hands covering a dented face.
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5121, Thankful Posted by presyzion, Mon Jun-30-03 09:48 AM
I like being thankful. For the touch that heals my wounds before a scar
becomes an eye. For the mother that had death before my coming. Her strength, an inheritance
richer than monetary blunders. For the father that taught strength through eye-stares,
strong enough to speak through silence. For the brother that taught what greatness was, & for
his intelligence being inspirational. For the God that judges my actions. For His forgiveness when
I become what I shouldn’t, when I pray & He listens. For the wind that sings to me when a voice
isn’t near. For shadows that flicker-dance atop my walls, flying shape in circular motions. For jazz music. For
the rhythms of its passion, guiding my writing to become its reflection. For poetry & its many forms. For
finding me when depression wouldn’t let me find creativity. For my place of rest & its many stories
that I will recite when tomorrow seems too dark to exist. For anyone reading these words, learning of my gratitude.
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5122, RE: June AOTM!!!! Prez!!!! Posted by presyzion, Mon Jun-30-03 10:00 AM
i wanted to say thank you again for giving me this honor. i truly appreciate it. thanks for reading and responding as well.
peace and respect
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5123, Yo sleep its me foundation Posted by foundation, Mon Jun-30-03 06:26 PM
I forgot your energy graces this site.. How ya been holdin up my brother ? I'm going to the east coast in August on a quest and would like to manifest a union of frequencies. In other words we gotz ta chill. I owe a great deal to you for helping me find me. Email at foundation_waf@yahoo.com
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