I remember when I used to call you late @ night...
And just talk about anything...and anyone...and everything...
And you used to smile, yea, I could tell when you were smiling
Your voice would get higher...more pauses...it was love.
Sometimes we would argue, NO, disagree...about democrat or republican
And other than that the path of the brothaman...
Yea it was love...
And sometimes you would tell me things that only God should have known...I listened, and told you things only I should have know
Damn it was love...
Then, you see, things got twisted...misconstrued...misunderstood...unclear...
And it stopped being love...
Sentences that ended in explanation points!
Pauses that weren't caused by smiles...
We couldn't talk about anything...or anyone...or everything...nothing...
Silence, only to be broken by tear drops, and the thud of a dropped phone
Slipped out of a not so dry palm...and sniffles that weren't the prelude to a flue, but hints of a metaphoric rain that doesn't cease to fall...pain...
Love letters that were addressed to the one I hate...
Phone calls to cuss us out for the letters...
New girlfriends and old boyfriends...and revised enemies...
But yet a common sickness, shared by the remedy...
Enclosed in hearts that which would have otherwise concieled the cure...
It was love


Yo its a fact that cyphers bring more unity...and shit we need it right about now...so feel free to just drop some comments, flows, or knowledge...thanx...

nice drop

i tried to cop
epiphanies at tiffanys
hopin that a rock
would get her to get with me
but ice only made things
m o r e
s
.l
..i
...p
....p
.....e
......r
.......y
the mysteries
of relationships elements
have me replacin the elegance
with verbs swellin with
bullshit and loose ends

my love ~~~stems~~~
from sumthin greater
then my penis
i wouldnt put it to paper
if i didnt mean it

dialating my person
with each bat of a lash

holy shit ya, u know i gotta get at this

that waz the tightest flow i ever read...or at least close to it
...tips hat...

-Otto

?love?
lack there of,
some sort of something mixed with
likeness/physicality/freindship
add a trip to Italy,
the Roman underground
the Florence Cathedral at night...

... relationship ...

i lay awake in a roman night,
hearing trucks and cars below my window
...i can do this ...
... this is right ...

rapped with cold air brought by the subway
seems to twist and entagle itself among our limbs
"you're awesome"
he whispered
or shouted
among the rumblings of underground giants
and i smiled 'cause,
i knew he meant it...

... but now we're back in jersey ...

i lay awake in my dorm room
as spring begins to lace itself through the winter nights
and i say
... this is not where i should be ...

and as we stood on the stoop of trask,
rain drizzles and my hair frizzes
and i'm cold 'cause this jacket just isn't cutting it
"you should tell me when you go out"
and i didn't smile
'cause i knew he meant it,
when all i wanted to do was

... run ...

l
o
v
e

or

somthing

e
l
s
e

(not much of a cypher, a free write, i'll hit you up with something later)

n/m

the Good Lawd Know'd I dun seent this fo' ma self! (Sorry, was watching the Color Purple the other day...)

Nice drop!

this piece was painfully real; but sometimes... that's love.
stay up!




"Poetry is more like improvisational jazz, where each person plays the note the he/she hears" - Alice Walker


"I've always told the musicians in my band to play what they know and then play above that. Because then anything can happen, and that's where great art and music happens" - Miles Davis

Was she restricted by the love
or addicted to the newness?
I'm clueless
the breastplate bares the weight of scars and bruises
why do this?
masquarade of acolades would serenade me
blatent disregard caught me off guard as she degrades me
ours was a mardi gras to her
but not one party lasts forever
i reached for sanctuary of her arms and found no shelter
filled my world with joy then shut it off like bill collectors
disconnected for nonpayment of newness by selector

u know i gotta hit this up


what's love, what's us
something great in tha purest form
with open arms
of pleasure
passion
a nact to get to know each other
a tact to work our good charms
sexy looks and licurious eyebrows
wet eyes and tasty lips
love is when we spread our chocolate over smooth melodies
and i'm not talkin bout bedwork
love is something that is bonded before precious gems cover our naked fingers
before drama sticks it's neck out
before pain drops of it's 2 cents
along wit
jealousy and tha heinous female dog term
love is what should've brought us together in tha first place
love is the sweetness u pour on me babe
(lik winks)

a lil keystyle
h back

what is
L
O
V
E
can i smell it
can i squeeze it
can i taste it
can i see it
can i hear it
is love an emotion
that shatters thy heart
in search for it
do i really love u
do u really love me
when i think of love
the stars above cast a spell over me
i see a queen in my arms
to hold forever
as we skip rocks over the river
i smell sweet scents
that will last forever
i taste hot chocolate
that warms body
as a chill comes over me
while i hear bumble bee's wheeze'n
by me
spread love over her tummy
thick like honey
is this real
is this how love feels
i don't know
because i still
search
as my heart beats faster
as i chase after
L
o
v
e
will i every catch it
jungle fever?

Free World Order
freedomfighter

Love is Django-ing Reinhardts
passion-playing French hispanola..
inspiration soaked purified palpitations
invitations...of...
excellence and aplomb
righting wrongs
coaxing ethers from rusted strings
winging toward
parallel suns mooning at high noon
whispering to a soulmate...
I'll be there
soon









"We must discover new frontiers... People have been standing for centuries before a worm-eaten door, making pinholes in it with increasing ease. The time has come to kick it down, for it is only on the other side that everything begins." Raoul Vaneigem





"No Deception, Good Reception" ....http://www.soundclick.com/bands/2/geometrymusic.htm

and gotta vent......


OkayWhore
I draw a drag among
dripping ashes
of my fourth cigarette,
remembering eyelashes
and goosebumps;
the loose humps of the
back seat, slipshod floor board.

Got bored after sex
and I smacked her up.
Smack like midnight snacks.
Like running heroin tracks.
Snacks like sex wax.
Wax like dolls.
Dolls like children play.
May cums flowers.
Hours pass by,
and I f*^ked April
in the shower.

It was my finger.

It was my fingers deep in your placenta.
Meant to be with rubber gloves.
Fact is, I never was in love.

no meanings.....just venting.....

I can heavily realte to this piece and let me tell you that your words repainted some images but love is love, stay positive....

Sometimes love is bright like the (((SUN)))
Causing your face to shine & glow
Sometimes love is muted or dim
You know it's there -- But -- (On the "Down Low")
Sometimes love is an action word
You KNOW it -- Cuz others SHOW it
Sometimes love is just a poem you "heard"
You *Feel* it -- Cuz of the way they FLOW it
Sometimes love is felt like a dart in da heart
With awkward beats doing double time
Sometimes love is a soul~full emotion
Beyond the physical--Pulling on consciousness of the mind
Sometimes love is reserved only 4 a select few
But here on OkayPlayer -- I LOVE ALL OF YOU!!! -- ;^)

*Yes I Do*


WORD!

hot drop

peace

Free World Order
freedomfighter

MiNd aNd ToNgUe

*he and me
we be like candy
confection and solid
yea...
love like
i swear
hands in my hair
tongue on my spine*

"my legs rested on your shoulders
working my thighs
scratches on your back
like the aftermath of knives
i shed all my inhibitions
and embrace yours
and you the same"

*i want to take long bus rides
to
wherever
with he and me
reflections of chuildhood fairy tales
this is what we are
this is what we will be*

*morning bliss
midnight ectasy...
i breath you
surely this is something but nothing
i can never feel with another
he brings me tranquility
i've mastered his anatomy*

"shoot
i feel like...
(sighs) i always feel good inside"

*fielmente enamour
he and me
from smokin and floatin
to my novice condition on the playstation
to sharing a slurpy from 7 eleven b/c you wanted
now and later
from shootin the breeze in memorial park
to contesting that my barbeque chicken is best
to laundramat confessions
from me greasing your scalp
to you caressing my hair as i fall asleep
from calypso to jazz
from Buddha to Orishna*

"there aren't enough words in the English language
or any language to express the way i feel with you.
this is no shakespeare sonnet
and i'd like to write you a symphony
but i don't know how
our love is silent yet profound...
i think you know the extremity of my feelings
through the expression on my face and in my stare...
this is real"

*i taste your soul
when we dance (not literally)
but you know what i mean
we dance in autumn
we laugh in fall
we sing in winter
and we play in spring
but when June comes
we make heat, sweat, love
he is my warrior
he is my infinite emotion
the remedy even
from all the physical and
emotional bullshit of this world*

"that is my explanation
b/c the question on hand was
'how do i feel about you?'"

(this sounds more like LUST)

T.J. aka satindoll

just addin my post to the cypher. i freaked this weekend....

tonight was to be ours
but unforseen circumstances
created for my plans a stalemate
all week you invaded my mind
and anticipation of looking into you eyes prevailed
but now nature does for me what i cannot
and in silence i watch paves slicken
as rain falls


pce

with
an
oxymoron
an
american dream
running
the
line
btween
divinity and obsenity
thoughts
ric.....
....oooo
chete...
off
of
i
n
f
i
n
i
t
y

peep the trinity

broken into but never broken
verbal
o0bruises0o
left her soft spoken
the proverbial
dime among lincolns
free thinkin takin flight

so0o0o0o high

so0o0o0o high

on an alternate plane of reality
taken down by rusty box cutters
and butter knifes
broken into the simplest elements

imperialism
and
manifest destiny

picture me
picturin u

american dreamin

this was decent. no outstanding lines caught my attention, but overall, the piece was aight.

peace

And sometimes you would tell me things that only God should have known...I listened, and told you things only I should have know
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


...^^^word^^^...

im not old enough to drink, so ill gulp apple juice to that...lol...
-Otto

Thorns and honey
Sweet lullaby nightmares
where trust once slept
in a bed made of pine needles
that smell so sweet, but prick
she stole my patience
and shew me about angst
and how women can be so slick
Damn Trick!
Her neck was sugar laced
her lips tasted of guava passion
With an arsenic heart she fed
My hungry soul
A banquet of slowdeath
and a chance to be a martyr,
For all the cats who lose control.
Love takes Toll.

I am left with nothing to write.
You spoke for me, (creepy).
The fact that we have shared similar experiences.
Funny how life is sometimes unoriginal in the scripts it rights for us.
Keep it up.

...But wait...
Do you hear something?

ToBeContinued;
------------------------------
Be on the look out for theBoxCarBoys...

Peace and Love are still in my lungs, never stale.
I still wait for the Poet to return so that I may Exhale.
---Boxcarboys

the love
I loved
ran away with my
favorite feelings,
and now..
I cannot get them back.
~


believe in .

Nice...

Snow_Flow

"Who say f*ck the major
labels...Who unsigned and
dead broke can still make
name before they even make a
demo"- Slug from Atmosphere

"Still say f*ck the major
label till it limps, put your
deal up on the table and
we'll show you who the pimp"-
MC Slug

she encircled me, she was the world to me, but she was hurtin me
with me and music, she was the completing third of me.
lies and perjury was sure to be our demise
useless tries left cheeks dripping, then dried.
she victimized and ripped a wide hole in my heart,
while she was holding my heart. now i'm left all alone in the dark.
this song is a part to help me vent and release.
she made me tough and strong, but now i'm gentle and weak.
i remember her speech, mentally intrigued me,
made me believe that she really need me.
now, when she sees me, i see through her false image.
fuck that hoe, scumbag. what we had is all finished.
she's a biznitchslut , not because the love wasn't there.
oh well...at least i got to fuck her in the rear....haha

rip tell. pierced by cupid's spear.

im putting this on here simply because you wanted "just this one"

so here you go

LOVE LETTERS

Good morning my love-
Yeah it’s been quite a minute since I ve written-
I dunno why-
Maybe because I ve been frustrated-
Frustrated to the fact that I want you near-
And things are so hard to come by now a days-
Like a simple kiss-
Even a wish of just having you-
In my arms- is soooo damn hard-
To even imagine-
Yep- I guess you could say-
It’s tragic- in every sense-

Cause- I want the ultimate passion-
Wit every touch-
And the frustration
Of not being near to get it-
Burns at my soul-

See I wish I could get you-
To lone for my lips-
My kiss- my words-
My actions-
As I lone for you-
Tell me-
Show me-

How can I break this curse of loneliness-
Show me the way to completeness-
Cause I m stuck in a reality of us-
That’s sooo far away-
Constantly thinking of you-
When you aint physically-
In the same place-


I want more than this-
Every other month visit-
Every other night-
Phone call conversation-

I need consistence-
In what we call relations-
And no I’m not saying that-
To say its somebody else-
Or anything in that nature-
Cause- it’s you that I want-
It’s just that-
I m tired of being alone-
Lonely-
And wishing and holding on-
To try and make things get better-
When in reality-
It seem as if it’s getting worse-

Hell-
I don’t want you tripping-
And thinking-
I’m flipping- but this shit-
This long distance-
It’s hard-
Very hard and I just need you near-
So try and help me-
Make this better-

Holla later-

THeoRY

If it wasn’t for the…
Warm drafts of recycled breath that circulates
While short skirts and sandals the ladies emulate
White tees and wife beaters the fellas style
Profiling avenues dolo for dozure more less like exposure
I probably wouldn’t remember it was Summer…
If it wasn’t for the…
Shine on that truck that struck gold
While viewing his advantage for hope
It struck a nerve, he’s sitting on alldays
It would take me all days to get were he at… anyways
But I probably wouldn’t remember it was all for the dough…

If it wasn’t for the…
Late nights and blind folds of the nitelife
Sacrificing ones idol time to become twice as nice
Feeling it and willing to submit to the Dark Vader
Sending rhythms through my ear drums speaking in seducing tongues
I probably would remember It was less then a feeling…

If it wasn’t for the…
Healing of the sickness, bad and still forgiven
Comforting when choices made were offensive
Confidence in me when I wasn’t feeling living
Love when it really wasn’t given…
Ohhh how I probably wouldn’t remember how my parents loved me…

If it wasn’t for the…
The lies, the people and my youth questioning
Being hushed then asked to stand and speak on faith
Giving testimonies of “His” work like I had no ability
Fallen on my knees as if I had no stability, like my agilities vacant
I most likely could remember I was a saint…

But if it wasn’t for the…
Truth left here from our roots
Descendants with Righteous Souls and Attributes
Prophets, philosophers who had a intellectual mental
Dealing with Fact no fiction everything knowledged allowed the extension…
I know I could remember… I painted that picture…

How could I forget that this life was my 1st love….

Like clouds fixated in the sky
Beautiful
Yet serving no purpose other than blocking the sun’s rays…
You stood in constant complacency
Not allowing me to shine
Causing rain to fall that washed away The Light
And I, Confused, Darkened
Confusion accumulated by the cumulous

lovely lovely lovely baby, sorry i took so long to come around, but this was magnifique! you hit the spot on my situation right true, only a slight few differences and it woulda been aim squared. peace Prod until next time