C(squared)

This is a post to cleanse.
whatever yr feeling
that ain't right hurts your soul
hinders your growth stunts your flow

here

in this space

i want you to create.

peace,

MUSE

mental block thoughts constricted by time bought and i'm
caught
not up
but in the clock (tick tock) of others who got things to do
like i don't
caught
in
cracks
not spaces
cuz there's not enough room for me to make faces
in the constraints of my races
for freedom
financial freedom
mental freedom
soul
spiritual
emotional freedom
physical freedom
of self expression
i
undergo depression
soul rejection as i keep pressin toward the mark
and get
nowhere in a hurry quick
standing with a question
"how did i get my self into this sht."

and so i quit

tho in life im not a quitter
i
quit

q uarantine
u rban
i gnorance and
t riflin spirits

wah d'TAP!

trip
tricklin water drippin flowin freely gushin strongly
all began with a drip as i
sip spiritual sanctity in the serendipitous serenity of silence
and trap terrorist jackals in the temple of tranquility
i
free me
pom pop pi pop! haha
i
free
me - ha
woop pop pi'top! jah i
free me (yah) i yo don' stop hay i
free me yes of life i can't have enough
oh yes
this life i can't have enough
cuz of love in this life
i can't have enough i need
love in this life
and i'll have enough
i
need
love

= = =
= =
=

spinnin like a snake in a whirlwind
i dance
clappin like a thunder in lightning
i laugh
snappin at the rhythm of passion
i be
nothing in the face of my who i am
great
i be
great
fearful of things i have at stake
i can't
fake
the joy i have the power i feel
when i'm
free
to express my self so easily
so i
breathe
in
hale
so i
breathe
ex
hale
so i
breathe
don't fail
i just
breathe i
pre
vail...

breakin blocks
i speed clocks
i crack locks
i knock knocks on doors stop
i can't stop
cuz i got
my mind ha...
i got
my mind ha
yea
i got my mind

ha.

i'm unblocke.d

*smile*

MUSE

whoa-aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

peace and (whoa-aaaaaaa)blessings
me-i (whoa)

did i mention that was whoa

UNBELIEVABLE

Given a life to live...
breath to breathe...
steps in need of walking and talking out...
doubt...
settles in...
gotta get rid of it...
not just a lot or a little bit...
but enough to make you think and sit...
spill your guts...
find out what's what...
and what's left...
and what's right...
and what's kept...
sacred...
when the rest is just as naked as a baby on it's first day...
in the worst way...
I need this...
to see what's up in my spirit...
I'm near it and will not fear it...
I'll move on and cruise as much as I may...
lettin the sun stay...
on my back...
and the ocean breeze in my face...

I'm diggin this right here:

"sacred...
when the rest is just as naked as a baby on it's first day...
in the worst way...
I need this...
to see what's up in my spirit...
I'm near it and will not fear it..."

=naked as a baby on it's first day... Dr...this was tight.

MUSE

i
angel
fallen from ashes
into oblivion
inhale flames
to consume self in fire

the
higher
i
rise
the more life seems to conspire
(against me)

the
higher
i
climb
the more i see damage in the wounds i inflict on me

the
more
i
try
(oh yes)
the more likely i will do the things that do nothing for me


the
more
i
lie
(to my self)
i find my soul beneath a boulder of past chances of being free

i
free me
i be me
i cry we
i free we
i leave me
to be free
so outta my way! i cry
to me
so i can be me
outta the way! i cry
to let me be the true me
outta my way! i cry
to cast out former demons
outta my way! i shout
cuz outspoken is i freedom

outta the way of me
i find my inner peacedome

outta the way for me
is
stepping into self-expression
i said

outta the way to me
is
the only path i have
to be
who i am

outta the way to you
outta the way of me
outta the way i be
to let me be for u and everyone

so

i
angel
fallen from
ashes
to oblivion
inhale flames
to burn
inner demons
claim Yahweh's Semen
to bE ONE
in HE one
with we
ONE
in uni-verse
eternal-lyrically

i
burn

rise
from
ashes
as
phoenix
soar
as eagle
life time space unite
become
my
nemesis
i
reach
zenith
and create
my
genesis
as
being

who

i

am

so i burn
burn
inhale
exhale
smoke
cough
past
inhale
life
breathe
love
spread
passion
become

action

of love

in action

i burn

with passion in love
with life being who i am
in action
as
an angel
now
arisen

no
longer
fallen
in


life.

(c) Copyright August 22, 2002 by Artist Known As "MUSE" - MarcArthur St. Juste

this is very true in life. like these lines.

i
angel
fallen from ashes
into oblivion
inhale flames
to consume self in fire
the
higher
i
rise
the more life seems to conspire
(against me)

the
higher
i
climb
the more i see damage in the wounds i inflict on me

the
more
i
try
(oh yes)
the more likely i will do the things that do nothing for me


the
more
i
lie
(to my self)
i find my soul beneath a boulder of past chances of being free

also these images were delivered directly to my eye.

so i burn
burn
inhale
exhale
smoke
cough
past
inhale
life
breathe
love
spread
passion
become

action

of love

in action

i burn

with passion in love
with life being who i am
in action
as
an angel
now
arisen

no
longer
fallen
in


life.


peace

GRRRRRRRRRR....

MUSE!

write a theme song for me why don't you?

tight...

Why???
Y....
Are???
R...
You???
U....

Staring at me with those blank eyes
So white...so clear...
Like the broad side of cloud mooning the stars
laughing...because the sun is shining...
and the sky hasnt started crying yet...

and Im thinking Why havent you started crying yet??
Cant you see my story??
Cant your hear my song??

I am that which is at the end of every life sentence
givin unrighteously...
I am that which balances on black dots
spinning infinitely confused like black cops
in a city where race has no reason...
where color has no code...
where knowlegde has no known
for I am that crooked exclamation line
wandering the globe...
screaming at the top of his lungs for a sign!!!
I am a question and so....

this is my answer and with...
that I continue my search to do..
what I can to find...

an answer....

I dunno,,,little key
Im a bit rusty

What stood out most for me:

"I am that which is at the end of every life sentence
givin unrighteously...
I am that which balances on black dots
spinning infinitely confused like black cops
in a city where race has no reason..."

what is missing for me:

a plot/direction of the piece
-and-
a sense of cleansing/healing/overcoming the issue.

thanks for the key/drop. the language is beautiful.
now come back and complete this.
:-)
one

MUSE

*tingling with excitement* Man oh man oh man.. i been waaay too busy to write much lately, but you just lit a fire up under this latent ass of mine.. im comin.. damnit..

Breathe E.Z.
~Zhana Vee~
all work (c) Copyright 2002 (or as dated)

BlackPlanet ID: Phenomenality

~~We are not human-beings having a spiritual experience... We are spiritual-beings having a human experience.. You are the product... of the Karma of your Soul~~

~ Be humble, for you are made of the earth... Be noble, for you are made of the stars..

days with pouring rain
after droughts over my mental plains
shames.. admitted and faced
taste aged and released after long waits
i split my tongue open and vent my inner rage..

WILDO?T

thanks
for re-introducing inspiration to me ..Due to my writersblock...I have ignored the freestyleboards ...lately...I regret now..cuze it seems like I missed on sumn good stuff...

Hopefully everything is okay with you and yours :)
~~~~~~~~~~Soulpowa~~~~~~~~~~~


AfrikanproverbMonth:

'Death is like a robe everyone has to wear'.
(Mandingo proverb, Guinea)

'Even without drumbeats, banana leaves dance'.
(Ekonda proverb, Congo)

'Do not insult a crocodile while your feet are still in the water'.
(Nilotic proverb.)

'War has no eyes.'
(Swahili proverb.)

'Wisdom does not come overnight.'
(Somali proverb)


Bytheway I'm a She..Not a Hehe..okidodo?

to the point - penetrating
and powerful!

phenomenal WILDOUT

this was a cleansing in itself.

one love

MUSE

thanks MUSE.

WILDOUT.

Spiderman--

The AmaZing??

Is Peter Parker

Rusty??

A bit--

Im...keying little
"I dont know's"
(until I find the one that fits)
an answer--

Finding two "cans"
(to replace the I cant)
I what??..
((I am))
Due to searching my(self)
I continue_ that...with...and...
this is my answer and so...
I am a question...
((that is its own answer))
-for God cosigned my lungs when he parted his lips and blew life into my soul...
-for wandering the globe screaming for and explanation from a line of crooked "I"'s...
who cyper knowledge from a code that has no reason...
who are known to try and make race move a city...
when black dots dont move, and politicians dont run...
they purchase...
black cops...
to do black ops...
for white collars...
who stash cash crops in the aids infected womb of the ghetto...
leaving my people spinning infinitley confused in a steple
of unbalanced views...
--unrighteously giving sentences of life every end possible..
cause who can really read the gospel
if illeteracy is an obstacle...

I am that...

and this is me...

that which is...

Cant you hear my song!!!
Cant you see my story!!!

And Im thinking...Why havent you started crying yet??


The sky hasnt started crying yet...
because the sun is shinning...
because the sun is smiling....laughing...
like the broadside of a cloud mooning the stars...
So white...so clear...

Staring at me with those blank eyes...

if illiteracy is an obstacle

mmph.

diggin that. and this line here:

"-for God cosigned my lungs when he parted his lips and blew life into my soul..."

what??? u been smoken that ganga, marley used to blunt on stage, live in concert, eh... dang.

yo, thanks for comin back and posting again...

one love,

MUSE

"I am a question...
((that is its own answer))
-for God cosigned my lungs when he parted his lips and blew life into my soul..."

you make me want to throw fire at your face prose! (that means i dig this a lot)

i have cd for you. stop by the spot tonight if possible. if i don't see you, i'll pass it to illpoetic and deem him mercury.

seasons change. mad things rearrange...but it all stays the same.

how dare you presume me to be the witch who brewed ur life's sorrow
the woman who raped you of your innocence
the town whore who seduces only the husbands of the wives who have children and befriends the mothers
accuse me of being some sort of personified scarlet letter
paint me to be
self-absorbed, pitying, centered
when in the sea of my pain..
...those tears that came from me till 4 in the morning, everday
the only thoughts that i could conjure were of making your existence one of contentment
i challenged myself to make myself better to be better to you
and you dare accuse me of
being less than the great woman i know myself to be....
JUST KNOW THAT I CONTINUE TO SURVIVE IN MY TRUE EXISTENCE

Mis pensamientos:
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
My sixth sense guides me to unknown places where I find unknown folks and I am grateful that I have arrived.

"he kisses her as she talks so he can taste her thoughts b4 they leave her lips...
" - 3rd i

"until.... the day is night and night becomes the day.... you are me and i am you.... i'll be lovin' you..." - stevie wonder

u cast a new spell sista
and if there are such a thing as good witch's
you'd be the good witch in OZ (with MJ and diana ross)
*wink*

lemme comment. i dug this:

"...those tears that came from me till 4 in the morning, everday
the only thoughts that i could conjure were of making your existence one of contentment
i challenged myself to make myself better to be better to you
and you dare accuse me of
being less than the great woman i know myself to be....
JUST KNOW THAT I CONTINUE TO SURVIVE IN MY TRUE EXISTENCE"

===this stated powerfully a stance of a woman
in face of undying love for an unappreciative man
blaming a woman for his past and not accepting the responsibility of facilitating a joyous future and fulfilling partnership...

at least, that's how i perceived it.

thank u for this.

one love,

MUSE

clean me mother Ganges
hear my crys
i'm feeling so numb
i am Indra's celestrial thunderbolt striking tall standing trees
If u blink u'll miss me
My feet protrude from my mother's vaginal canal
come tickle my feet
My Father Neptune gave me
the Red sea as a gift for calming the Harpies fury
Inspiring poets that seek my gifts i am drained
if u love me you'll break
A pretty piece of flesh born of the Valkaries
Bound to Loki
i drip poison in his eyes
His cries are my crys
FreeDOM
RELEASE ME!!!!!!!!!
I am sleeping in the Congo river bed
Sister Yemeyah brushes my hair
as i dream of Djembe drums
Drums that set my heart's pace
Trapped in your river beds
Imprisoned in your dams
Free me!!!!!!

gripping piece.

u put a hurting on me! i love the visual of the djembe
and Yemeyah brushing your hair.

now comeback and free ME!!!

(i'm still left with being imprisoned)

the next half i seek is healing... probably one more graph...
i wouldn't change a thing...just ONE more graph...healing.

declare yrself (and me) free...

one love,

MUSE

Free ME!!!!!!
i will seep thru your cracks into your homes
pool in the basement of your dreamhouse
I will seek my freedom through the holes
of your air inflated pools
i will become Icarus and fl away from you
I will rise like my brother phoenix
ascending into heaven!!!

clean me mother Ganges
hear my crys
i'm feeling so numb
i am Indra's celestrial thunderbolt striking tall standing trees
If u blink u'll miss me
My feet protrude from my mother's vaginal canal
come tickle my feet
My Father Neptune gave me
the Red sea as a gift for calming the Harpies fury
Inspiring poets that seek my gifts i am drained
if u love me you'll break
A pretty piece of flesh born of the Valkaries
Bound to Loki
i drip poison in his eyes
His cries are my crys
FreeDOM
RELEASE ME!!!!!!!!!
I am sleeping in the Congo river bed
Sister Yemeyah brushes my hair
as i dream of Djembe drums
Drums that set my heart's pace
Trapped in your river beds
Imprisoned in your dams

Free ME!!!!!!

i will seep thru your cracks into your homes
pool in the basement of your dreamhouse
I will seek my freedom through the holes
of your air inflated pools
i will become Icarus and fly away from you
I will rise like my brother phoenix
ascending into heaven!!!


BAM! THIS IS TIGHT!

===i felt it all meshed well together... i hope this is what you intended. This is phenomenal. i dig it, sista gurrrl! TIGHT!

One Love,

MUSE

oh wow....

just...


wow.


i was hypnotized by this one.

gotta come back with a piece,
lawd knows I need some cleansing.

come post in this cypher about that thing u don't wanna talk about... *waiting*

mhm.. yea. that one, buddy. c'mon... right here. click "reply"

lets do this.

MUSE

in the midst of all this new love shit
i have once again begun to lose myself
the the mystifying sea that enters my dreams
only in the time of night
and your simple actions
cause me to realize that this new love shit is no
dream world
but a honey-sugar reality
that can give you a cavity
and so
i have once again awoken
to realize that
i must still be me in better form to love the better of you
and i must not lose my self in this new love shit
for if i do i may never be found again
and would therefore have to create a new reality within my illusions

in the midst of all this new love shit
i have once again begun to lose myself

===many of us (if not all) relate to this...

the the mystifying sea that enters my dreams
only in the time of night
and your simple actions
cause me to realize that this new love shit is no
dream world
but a honey-sugar reality
that can give you a cavity

===its the small simple things that help us to realize things
the simplist guffaws, pet-peeves, etc... SLAP! us right in the face and we get...this is no joke... i like that.

and so
i have once again awoken
to realize that
i must still be me in better form to love the better of you

===honestly, this poem could have ended here for me. it is complete. i am left with the feeling of being awakened to a new awareness of who i am, what i have been doing and who i am going to be to have what i want in you/that person. fantastic.

now here:

and i must not lose my self in this new love shit
for if i do i may never be found again
and would therefore have to create a new reality within my illusions

you could have placed right before the preceding lines i quoted and left the poem on a state of fulfillment and self-awareness

or

u can keep this ending, but i'd be left with
"i still gotta watchout for this new love shit for it bites me
in the a** with another reality check" - healing is the purpose and goal... thats my take.

this was a tight drop. thank u and keep comin...but give me feedback on what you think or if you agree, repost and add/adjust in accordance to the theme of Cleansing/Healing.

Thanks.

One Love,

MUSE

>the the mystifying sea that enters my dreams
>only in the time of night
>and your simple actions
>cause me to realize that this new love shit is no
>dream world
>but a honey-sugar reality
>that can give you a cavity
>
>===its the small simple things that help us to realize
>things
>the simplist guffaws, pet-peeves, etc... SLAP! us right in
>the face and we get...this is no joke... i like that.

that's what i think about this. more often than not, we meet someone great and begin the new steps of love and almost become so mystified (sp?) that one loses focus of reality. and then it's almost as if when it hits you by a small thing you start to feel as if your new love is a palace or empire that has suddenly come crashing down. when it's not that at all, its just that we are all human and although some of us may be soulmates we are not perfect. but there are some of us that are soulmates after all.

>
>and so
>i have once again awoken
>to realize that
>i must still be me in better form to love the better of you
>
>===honestly, this poem could have ended here for me. it is
>complete. i am left with the feeling of being awakened to a
>new awareness of who i am, what i have been doing and who i
>am going to be to have what i want in you/that person.
>fantastic.

i didn't want to end it there just b/c i had some more thoughts and so i felt compelled to incorporate them.

>
>now here:
>
>and i must not lose my self in this new love shit
>for if i do i may never be found again
>and would therefore have to create a new reality within my
>illusions
>
>you could have placed right before the preceding lines i
>quoted and left the poem on a state of fulfillment and
>self-awareness
>
>or
>
>u can keep this ending, but i'd be left with
>"i still gotta watchout for this new love shit for it bites
>me
>in the a** with another reality check" - healing is the
>purpose and goal... thats my take.

you are right, healing is the purpose and goal and so is realization. but being that i do agree with ur ideas, i'll play around with it and definitely let you know what i come up with.

much peace and galaxies of love.

it was the newness
that had my mind in orgasmic state
and my body right behind it
and my mind was first
imagining my babies calling you daddy
and the day when we entered marriage's home
then made a sweet love that would make
any mistress envy
it was the newness
that had me watching the caller id
waiting to see ur name and number
so that we could start yet another mind blowing conversation
and begin to fall in love
and fantasize about
how well our bodies
would fit together
in a hug or orgasm spitting encounter
it was the newness that had me thinking you were the one
to take me out of old woman rut
and make me feel like a 20-something w/ everything still perky
(which is what i still am...)
it was the newness that had me spitting out these epiphany-like
love poems
thinking i was saying some new shit...
it was the newness that had my tolerance for your insecurity growing (when everyone knows i'm impatient as all hell)
but now that the newness is no longer new:
i don't miss you when u don't call
and i'm back the the real (old) me

This sewing was inspired by an incredible soul.. if u left 2day, you've done more to change and guide than most achieve in a lifetime... THANK YOU.

i respect silence
silence renews me
silence glides and caresses me
as i
sink into myself
as i
loose the weight of worlds
shedding my unreasonable perception
of the lack of time i
release
from these calenders and clocks
into a warm bath of serenity
bamboo shoots from my cerebral acreage
as i become
and travel
as light
gliding over millions of evolutions
slowing to see
what creation has made for me...
the water
rushing against the solidity of rock
smashing into particles of golden sun
reflecting the infinite blue above
the water
a description of the unfathomable power
my spirit flows on
the spirit of evolution
the miraculous force
that inspires rocks and dust
to weave themselves into biology
the force that can turn scales into feathers
seawater to blood
caterpillars to butterflies
the power that sustains the planets in their orbits
that wheels our Milky Way inits 200-million-year spiral

the word God
is so small
because my God... is EVERY GOD
every bronze-footed, woolly-haired jesus
every blonde-haired, blue-eyed christ
every yahweh
every jahova
every buddha
allah
father
lord
jah
grandfather
grandmother
mother earth
i and i
evolution
revalation
revolution
you
love
YOU..

i can only find freedom
in the ropes that bind me to you
you are IN me
i need not look anywhere else
you
in
me
we
are
everywhere

i hear you in the breath of my seed
in the cry of the hawk
in the wind chasing the leaves of fall

i see you in the shapes of cumulus clouds
in trees ten times my age
in the wrinkled face of my nana

i taste you in the sweetness of whole wheat in black bread
in the smooth richness of an avocado
in cold creek water in a cupped hand

i smell you in the air after the cleansing rain
in the freshly cut green onion
in the thick carpet of emerald moss

i've felt you in the smooth bark of white aspen
in the texture of wet and dry sand
in the velvet
of my infant daughters skin.

i read your letters to me...
in the words of all that see this
in the rainbows & sunsets & monarch butterflies
in the life cycle of the salmon
in the joy of shared grief
in the calm before the storm
in the weight of a man that can't cry
in the fullness of love
in the ones... that never judge

my eyes are drawn up to a world that is not yet mine
i see my solitary existence in the vastness of life
but i am now conscious
of my connection
to the inextinguishable brilliance of the light
flooding thru me and changing each cell in my body
our souls have capacities much greater than one lifetime
every day is new
another chance for another choice
another chance to choose to love

we must imbue our personalities and relationships
with harmony, endurance and joy
feel this sense of immense time
so that our brief, flickering lives
may truly reflect the work of vast ages past
and also the millions of years of evolution
whose potential
lies in our trembling hands

come with me on the frequency that i walk
join me in the wavelength of my mind
congregate with my consciousness
evolve and see..
How beautiful.. Is the Light!

Breathe E.Z.
~Zhana Vee~
all work (c) Copyright 2002 (or as dated)

BlackPlanet ID: Phenomenality

~~We are not human-beings having a spiritual experience... We are spiritual-beings having a human experience.. You are the product... of the Karma of your Soul~~

~ Be humble, for you are made of the earth... Be noble, for you are made of the stars..

You are LIGHT and i thank u for this contribution.

this piece is epic.

quote:

"we must imbue our personalities and relationships
with harmony, endurance and joy
feel this sense of immense time
so that our brief, flickering lives
may truly reflect the work of vast ages past
and also the millions of years of evolution
whose potential
lies in our trembling hands

come with me on the frequency that i walk
join me in the wavelength of my mind
congregate with my consciousness
evolve and see..
How beautiful.. Is the Light!"

phenomenal...

One Love,

MUSE

hate-filled with no faith in my deliverance/
is there only emptiness beyond?/
what is death, if i ain't livin' this?/
i wake up in a sweat from a dreamless sleep/
the seamless line bleeds between my realities/
and i wonder what difference i make in each

with no faith in my deliverance...

diggin that line.

and:

"what is death, if i ain't livin' this?"

this piece is tight but feels short and abrupt.

i want more... in addition, the ending leaves me reflective
which is cool - but the push here is to heal and cleanse

reflective leaves me melancholy, but a purging
can only come through a finalization, affirmation, a peace
a screaming, crying, shouting, a release of some sort...
and leaves me feeling free.

i want more (2-3 more stanzas) and leave me in a space
with victory over the past, over melancholy over this
...feelin that was captured so well as you spit it in this graph...

are you up for the challenge? hit me up with some purging fam...

One Love,

MUSE

thanks for the push. i was able to unclog myself a little bit.


hate-filled with no faith in my deliverance/
is there only emptiness beyond?/
what is death, if i ain't livin' this?/
i wake up in a sweat from a dreamless sleep/
the seamless line bleeds between my realities/
and i wonder what difference i make in each/
when it's inches i take, not leaps/
the frustration creeps, unassuming, unseen, consuming what i started with, where i am, and everything in between/
i push, it pushes back even stronger/
'til i feel i'm surrounded and no one can hear my cries, falling on deaf ears/
for they have their own fears, and i am alone here, the only time that exists/
for the past consists of only mental images and future twists are equally likely pain or bliss/
so i'll be content to kiss the foreheads of my nephews and niece/
blessed children, that give me peace

oh my.. that was so beautiful... I'm gonna write that out and put it up on my wall! big up.

seee!!!! u badazzzzz...

i got nieces and nephews too... this was blazin!!! thank u for comin back... i felt this.. this was pure love...str8 up. thank u.

MUSE

I'm here
I taking that next step
Relocated in DC
Making people proud
But Im not happy
or excited
or anything
I'm in the wrong place
It feels just like high school
I have been running away from that for years
Telling me its time to get serious
I would rather have life expierieance
But I'm here
I wanna be taking pictures
Holed up in a dark place
watchin my lens eye
make that blank paper a place
But i am here
Can't even major in photo
and i am here
know the fights
the storms about to brew
between mother and i
whos thunder will hold out longer
whos lightning more electric
i will have to stand my ground
after i give this a semester try
but its my life to live
my choice to make
i need to take time off
time
to make
portfolios
time
to be
me
time
time i decide how to use

and i'm taking time this week to do that.

"but its my life to live
my choice to make
i need to take time off
time
to make
portfolios
time
to be
me
time
time i decide how to use"

===time i choose to use the way i want to use it... this is peace.

thank u

felt the purge and free-ness... ;-) thanks.

One Love,

MUSE

U fell in love with who I claimed to be
And now we're on the outs cuz that's not really me
I'm sorry because I misled you
and to let the truth be finally told bullshit was what I fed you
But, it felt sooooooooo good to be wanted by u
that i left me on the corner when i went to ur house
and never let you see what i was really about
never did i imagine that in the end i would love u back
thought that i had no room for that
I'm sorry that i didn't give u an option to see ME
But, the truth is when i look in the mirror I don't like what i see
and i got secrets that no matter how close we get, i won't speak
somehow when i'm with you i seek perfection
but, i'm NOT perfect and u think i am
and that has me saying we can't be
i can't hustle u or play u for the fool
one of these days i gotta take off the mask and be me
but, first i need time alone
so,
for now i have to let u go
no more putting on the show

this whole piece... thank u for being so open like that...thank u... this hit me in some way...guess i related to it in some way... here:

"I'm sorry that i didn't give u an option to see ME
But, the truth is when i look in the mirror I don't like what i see
and i got secrets that no matter how close we get, i won't speak
somehow when i'm with you i seek perfection
but, i'm NOT perfect and u think i am
and that has me saying we can't be"

===this is beautiful... but. (and u knew that was coming) i want more. the end is too abrupt... like u don't want to look into yourself anymore than u have... i want more til u finally free of yourself THAT GUILT and HURT and write a line or two that frees u and the other completely.

k? c'mon back. more more more... look in...cleanse out.

one

MUSE

Got to reach in this closet and pull out that pain
Lost of a grandmother,
Soul was lost now re-arranged,
Chasing a dream and never waken up,
Aggravated with no love too call my own,
Pulled out an old book of stories since I was 10yrs.old
Abused as a child...now grown
No regret's held above my head,
Life is a test of fate
Now I look in the mirror...
The person I see is smiling,
The closet which was dirty is now cleaned.

after that line:

hit me with
1) what the fate/hurt/issue was

2) how u got through it

3) segue right back to the last two lines.

===i say this because i want more. the piece is cool, but u brought me (were bringing me) somewhere and stopped and concluded. no no no.... u betta tell me the juice on u sista...come out the closet. *smile* and tell me what u been through to be free and open. yea... u know what i'm sayin! c'mon bck and finish this... i ain' lettin u off the hook, sorry...okay, i'm not (i get to read more)... now cmon back...i want...MORE!

:-)

MUSE

Got to reach in this closet and pull out that pain
Lost of a grandmother,
Soul was lost now re-arranged,
Chasing a dream and never waken up,
Aggravated with no love too call my own

Whisper's from the past telling me I've been wronged,
Hurt in the first degree now hear me,
Part of my family tree hurt me,

Took my virginity and threw my trust away
"Why this happen to me?"
Left un-answered life move's like a clocks, seconds, minutes, hours, days and years...
Pulled out an old book of stories from like 10 years ago...
No regret's held above my head,
Because of what I wrote and re-read
Reflected the image from what is made of me...
Innocently dancing to rythm's my feet freaked..
Moving like a child on a stage for the world to see..
What haunted my shifter's?
Past and presently..
Over coming the day's of my only innocence...
One spoiled fruit left in a concealed bag, spoil's the rest freshly now forbidden fruits..
No one deserve's my reflection of my other life..
As I move away from that state of thinking..
My thoughts bring light of my old experience's..

Life is a test of fate
Now I look in the mirror...
The person I see is smiling,
The closet which was dirty is now cleaned..
Washed away with confidence and love for self..
Cleaned my closet and dusted my shelve's..
Bought some new shoe's, closet bares new clothes..
Blissfully I'm starting brand new
Freshly refilled my "closet"of life...
Prevailing love for "ME"
No more misery and strife.



kb

BEAUTIFUL!

this also stood out as well as other parts:

"No regret's held above my head,
Because of what I wrote and re-read
Reflected the image from what is made of me...
Innocently dancing to rythm's my feet freaked..
Moving like a child on a stage for the world to see.."

no more misery or strife...

Blissfully starting Brand New!!! yes!!!

thank u... this totally fulfills the intention which is...cleansing, healing, purging
and freeing of the past...

i experience this in your piece and thank you again for coming back and doing the work. Thank you.

MUSE

Thankyou for acknowledging my return...Have a cool one


klove bklyn

this woman
my fellow sister
possibly a sister of my soul
has come to my life by way of pain
through a place that i thought could only be of beauty
this place called experience we share
lays the rightful lesson of appreciating (us) women
and as it would be rough waters
to acknowledge that we are sistes
therefore support and cherish eachother
it seems the mystically natural thing to do
for we always wish eachother to be blessed and be beautiful
we are drawn to eachother by mystery
for our dealings were seemingly over
i wonder who
this woman
is meant to be in my life and
who i am meant to be in hers
.... time will tell and the wind will take us

i love this piece and here is a quote:

"we are drawn to eachother by mystery
for our dealings were seemingly over
i wonder who
this woman
is meant to be in my life and
who i am meant to be in hers
.... time will tell and the wind will take us"

i like that this woman almost sounds intertwined with you
to the extent that she, seemingly, is you.

well...now

i want you to imagine that time has told the story and the wind has takin you to your destination... who is...this woman.

declare her to me
her strength
her beauty
her victory

the end result of who she is
not as a victim
but as
yr victory.

hit me back w/ a piece. u knew i'd ask. c'mon back.

*wink*

MUSE
lets' go.

Peering behind glass
i want to be remembered
a museum piece

c'mere...

u see...

im gonna challenge you with this
(and its your fault - nobody told u to go haiku on this cypher
but...it is a cleansing cypher so...)

hit me up with a cleansing haiku of the same vain...

be that piece.

i can't wait to see this. let's go. i'm waiting. write here.

MUSE

Feng Shui cleansing space
boxes of my memories
this curator quits

Turn your back again,
And I'll stab it-
Payback is a bitch so they say;
Who would have thought?
Two people I trusted conspired
Against me that day...

Just be glad you had the chance
To hide your little dance,
And make up alibies and lies
To cover your romance...

With HIM, Though?
Still Stuck.
Fahrillll.... FUCK!
See, my anger morphed to hurt and pain.
Now I'm ill.
Duck.

I'm shooting at your heart cuz you deserve it!
I plan to cut it out and serve it
Cold
Whore d'overs at a feast of
Vengeance in <b>BOLD,</b>

I guess even the best things get old.

And don't think I'll forgive and forget.
A grudge this heated hasn't cooled of just yet.
I'm gonna hurt you worse, to coherse your regret
And watch you both die slow while i flow another set.

I'm STRONG and I'M FURIOUS
And there's a FIRE IN MY GUT
That fuels me thru the duels
And feeds my desire just to cut
Your happiness into peices,
Release this little 'what'
Let my words be piano wire
Closing your airway shut!

SLUT!

BITCH!

CUNT RAG!

WHORE!

DON'T EXPLAIN! DON'T SAY SORRY!

YOU CAN'T BE TRUSTED ANY MORE!

What, did you think the ring was fake?
Was your plan to make your man
Think that marriage was a mistake?

Damn...

Have your cake,
and eat it.
I'll take your fate
and beat it.
Kneed it with the knuckles
That wouldn't fly at face;
Retrace the day it happened,
Wondering how many others might have been;
Can't talk to you anymore...
You might be lying to my face.

Taste this venom laced kiss,
Mase mist spit from a faithless,
Faceless Hate Twist State, gist
being:

View what you lost
See husband turned holocaust
A warm heart turned to frost...
Funny how little souls actually cost.

MY NEW NAME IS 'THE HURT'
You made me.
Wanna Flirt?
Maybe I'll change it back to Rob
Once your memory is in the dirt.
No more tear stains on my shirt.
No more acting toward you curt.
No more acting toward you, PERIOD.
Be GONE or Be inert.

Move along...
I'm moving on...
Can't prove me wrong,
I've let it fester too long.

Move along...
I'm moving on...
Watch the gold ring drop,
Sample the sound for a song....




LioNatural

SHITTTTT!!!! UNBEF!#$%!#$%!#KING LEAVE ABEL!!! no leave CAIN. but sht.

PantherLeo... FANTASTIC, AYAYYAYYEEEEEE!!!!

THANK U. U blessed it.

nuff sed.

somebody get a new mic please. this ones melted.

"MY NEW NAME IS 'THE HURT'
You made me.
Wanna Flirt?
Maybe I'll change it back to Rob
Once your memory is in the dirt.
No more tear stains on my shirt.
No more acting toward you curt.
No more acting toward you, PERIOD.
Be GONE or Be inert.

Move along...
I'm moving on...
Can't prove me wrong,
I've let it fester too long.

Move along...
I'm moving on...
Watch the gold ring drop"

touchee...

*wink*

MUSE

and here i thought it so abbrasive no one would touch it. some fires won't go out until they rage yaknow... and sometimes screams can be just as loud on paper/message boards as they can from the throat.

respect to you for engaging the board with this thread. by the looks of all the contribution, we all needed it. i know i did. we don't even know each other, yet you helped spark healing and that in itself is poetry.

JahLove

LionMon

I've been to too many shows were my mans put me on like "What you know about this cat son" and the emcee was terminally wack so to all wack emcee who somehow make it to the stage.........

War chant Cherokee on a rant
Last of the mochians I tumble roll and slice you with the slant
Weapon x advance
Eagle claw clamps on the fieldmice so on all fours they ran
When the clan came thru the land, stop, drop and roll man
Fist hands ready for last stand
Grit jaws ready to bite sand
Cuz I hit em like the heavy weight champ
Swell a mellon like water was its maiden name aka family embel-am
Then again miss the murderous men
Moving in swift and silent no telegraphing or hotel sign in
Catch a glimpse then deaf and blind em, box em up in an inch of space confining
Six was the last depth they lying in
No more wading in the thick of thought like Po-si-aden
Run up on a wack emcee on stage and I’m firing
To hit mangement marketing and all seed money supplying em

heavyweight champ, u pounced the mutha outta these cats
and i ain even seen them... dang homie...

was u mad? *smile*

this was a tight spit. thanks for the drop.

come drop anytime and feel free to speak on anything else that u wish to purge, cleanse, heal or free yrself from...get off yr chest..etc...

and always

always

i repeat

always

end it

in victory, peace and love...

iiight... come on back.

one love,

MUSE

is overflowing
in ink stained tears
undiluted
and it's hard for me
to think clean thoughts
when past betrayals
have left my
mind
polluted
I'm a lost case
you can't save the heathen
whose prayer before a meal
is disgrace
Today is all I have to spend
unless tomorrow can't
find a better place or
investment..
and it's stuck
with me for another 24
through darkened clouds
i can sense the resentment..
wash my sins away with a single
prayer
and piss from up above
heaven sent.

didn't mean to bite your title...

whew... Damn DanjaRuss...

i felt yr pain. now

bring me the healing rain.

lets' go...

lets go.. .*clappin hands*

lets go... come with it... my pain part II aka my healing...

bring it on.

MUSE

how i wish simple words
and motions of the tongue and lip
could free my mind
my soul
from the sins i commit

my pain is my absolution
and my mind is suffering from it
i feel nothing but
the agony
of a thousand souls lost longing from someone they love
fuck a rhyme scheme i'm just gonna speak
my soul has no time to form words in syllabic controlled speech
this shit is boiling up inside me
it's time to RELEASE
this post has been here, eyeing me for weeks
lurked on it for a minute, felt all your words
the pain inside me has had me locked down for a life sentence terms
but time to change all that, fuck pride and all that
the lack of funds in this day and age has me living in a slum
haven't been able to live like i used to since 9-1-1
plus my babies momma has blocked me from him
been damn near 8 months since i held my kid
i hear him everynight, crying in my head
but the courts are locked down and my lawsuit's been on suspend
so i find bullshit things to do with my time
and i can't keep going without this soul cleansing rhyme

is felt man..
keep your head up and don't lose hope.

That was a very honest and revealing piece,
wish you all the best in life.

-respect-

first, i acknowledge you for doing this.
i praise the almighty Creator for your courage, your love,
your openness, and a heart that is willing to live and give
and still keep goin until it dies out like a battery.

like a friend of mine said "when i die, i want them to write "used up" on my tombstone"

meaning that you gave your all to life and lived it fully the way it should be lived. you are of courage and i acknowledge you for that. Here's what first caught my attention:

these lines:

"how i wish simple words
and motions of the tongue and lip
could free my mind
my soul
from the sins i commit

my pain is my absolution
and my mind is suffering from it
i feel nothing but
the agony
of a thousand souls lost longing from someone they love
fuck a rhyme scheme i'm just gonna speak
my soul has no time to form words in syllabic controlled speech
this shit is boiling up inside me
it's time to RELEASE
this post has been here, eyeing me for weeks"

u flowed so free its... man... its water.

and the latter part hit me. i know anyone else who read this felt it too. now,
i think u know where i'm heading...

i want some more cleansing from u... u stopped and i know it.

u have to finish it. come back.

and finish it. and be free of it
and it will free u

to BE free
in the midst of everything

its all on u (and me)

let's go.

(im with u on this)

free u

free me

free us

MUSE

WARNING: VERY LONG PIECE HERE...but also very honest....Thank you MUSE, i think this is the one you wanted from me.
-----------------------------------------------------------------
this is my verbal labotomy
to end my dichotomy
my schizophrenic ideology
on how my biography
affects my biology
and destroys theories in anthropology
on how humans live chonologically

i do not live in your time
i live in the past as i live in the future as
i live in the now,
seeking times that re-live times before,
before,
before was just a metaphor
for the brighter days ahead
when we revert to way back when
life was easier

as we grow and age
and remember those days
of how good things used to be
every person nearing retirement says this decree

when life was easier (better)
we made no important decisions
back then our parents honed our precision
so when we were in their shoes in the future
we would make more out of our PRESENT condition
based on the lessons we learned from their direction

when i was twelve my father passed away
my mother buried herself in work to hide her pain
sister was pregnant, she would be due the following May
she was unwed and moved home to my dismay
my brother took it the hardest for his son and daughter were robbed of their relationship with their granddaddy G-A (GARY)
and i was hitting puberty with no one to guide my way
so i got sidetracked left and right
temptations sucked me in and i lost sight
of what i could have been, and should have been
instead i sought but drugs, alcohol and easy women
my pain was never dealt with, it was just kept inside
my life became a struggle and i began telling lies
i told stories to my friends, family and teachers
they all assumed i was fine,
i'm sure a few of them knew it was just my fake exterior outside
drugs eventually took hold of my mind
i was 19, college freshman and fried
years of escapism finally caught up with time
and time
kicked my fucking ass out of school
shape up or get out was their only rule
moved home and admitted my issues
got myself some expensive pills prescribed by a shrink
little pink bastards,
don't believe that translucent brown bottle label ink
they are not good for you, trust me, you'll forget how to think

so i kicked my wake and bake routines
emptied my bottle of antidepressants
never to be refilled
and
made myself a whole again
until alcohol found its way back in
turning 21 is a bad thing for a depressive
you now have easy access to drug yourself excessively
cheaply
and legally
no more paranoia,
you can drink guilt free
binging became a habit for me
i wouldn't drink everyday
but i'd drink every thursday friday and saturday
there are days when i forgot my own name
my path was now headed towards meetings at A-A
and one night when my mind was really clouded
i had sex with no condom and tried to pull out
but some sperm seemed to find its natural route
one month later i got that call
now i tried to fight it at first
but i accepted the fact that she was going to give birth
to my seed
my fruit
the next little me
i just hoped i could handle this all mentally
i failed
i failed bad ya'll
i fucked up while she was pregnant
she wouldn't even speak to me at all
finally she did,
about a month before the birth of our kid
but she wanted me to have no part in HIS life
that i was unworthy of this blessing of HIS life
she had a point, my life was pretty fucked up
so i've spent every day trying to clean myself up
proud to say i haven't touched a joint in over 2 years
but the bottle still gets me from time to time
but not like it used to
after he was born, she let me see him twice
the feelings holding your son are indescribable
and unrhymeable

then she called me
and told me i wasn't to ever have anything to do with him
or her
again
you're cut off from your son
so i called a lawyer to see what could be done
she didn't put my name on the birth certificate
so i have to sue for paternity
which costs mad ends
as does hiring a lawyer
i'm a starving artist more or less
work at a fulltime job, but it doesn't pay the best
i can't afford shit
and to see my son costs about two thousand
two thousand dollars is nothing i know
but i have no money, and too proud to take a hand out
so i sit here and wait for my money to compound
saving is easy when you make more than you spend
but just on simple bills, my funds are at an end
before the next check comes

i'm lucky if i can save a fucking dime each month
so i sit and wait, and pray that the courts will contact me
demanding a test to prove my paternity....
funny, i lost my father
and i'm losing the right to be a father
life's fucked up

so that's why i live in the past and the future right now
cuz the present is no place to be if you're me
its no place for anybody
and don't feel sorry for me,
the last thing i need is pity
just hope you can feel me,
and understand why my soul needs a good thourough cleansing

Much Love to anyone who took the time to read my life's story...it all needed to be aired, and this is the perfect post and place to do it

WARNING: VERY LONG REPLY HERE...

*smile*

first of all, freakwhensee... thank u man.
thank fucking u. and if u felt that
feel that muvafooknahcondasata (can't cuss now, but shissgleshzzifit!)

okay. got that out.

scroll down bruva... i read the whole piece
and i'm gonna reply to the whole piece.

THIS

is perfect.

and i declare it
and
YOU

COMPLETE.

peace.

(don't click away yet! read on!)


>WARNING: VERY LONG PIECE HERE...but also very
>honest....Thank you MUSE, i think this is the one you wanted
>from me.
>---------------------------------------------------------------

===You're welcom...and yes, this is the one i wanted from u. thank u for being generous in sharing it, for real... thank u.


>this is my verbal labotomy
>to end my dichotomy
>my schizophrenic ideology
>on how my biography
>affects my biology
>and destroys theories in anthropology
>on how humans live chonologically

===okay, first of all WORDPLAYYY!!! depth clarity precision with speed!?! brutha... u been holdin out, u bitch. yes i cussed... i forgot i said i wouldn't. i'd never call a woman that, but yr a**... u deserve it. *smile away*

(next)

>i do not live in your time
>i live in the past as i live in the future as
>i live in the now,

===u just brought to light such an indepth reality that cats haven't grasped yet. i understand ...so much man u don't can't even conceive how much i grasped these lines...these lines! hmph. next...


>seeking times that re-live times before,
>before,
>before was just a metaphor

===word play and the intricate details of your thinkin in these lines alone...amazing, phenomenal, fanastic, indepth and penetrating. hm. next...

>for the brighter days ahead
>when we revert to way back when
>life was easier
>
>as we grow and age
>and remember those days
>of how good things used to be
>every person nearing retirement says this decree
>
>when life was easier (better)
>we made no important decisions
>back then our parents honed our precision
>so when we were in their shoes in the future
>we would make more out of our PRESENT condition
>based on the lessons we learned from their direction

===u did a great job breakin down what "they" mean when they say "life was easier". great work here. and the final 3 lines flippin how u are parenting the present with their past wisdom lving into yr future with lessons learned... *shakin head* i did a triple take and my soul did a arrooo? like scooby doooo.


>when i was twelve my father passed away
>my mother buried herself in work to hide her pain
>sister was pregnant, she would be due the following May
>she was unwed and moved home to my dismay
>my brother took it the hardest for his son and daughter were
>robbed of their relationship with their granddaddy G-A
>(GARY)

===gave us a lil history and helped us tie facts together, finding pieces to a puzzle...


>and i was hitting puberty with no one to guide my way
>so i got sidetracked left and right

===great setoff point: puberty. not that u planned that in yr life, but to nip it in the bud like that in this piece is essential to how u built up from this...phenomenal.

>temptations sucked me in and i lost sight
>of what i could have been, and should have been
>instead i sought but drugs, alcohol and easy women
>my pain was never dealt with, it was just kept inside
>my life became a struggle and i began telling lies
>i told stories to my friends, family and teachers
>they all assumed i was fine,
>i'm sure a few of them knew it was just my fake exterior
>outside

===here i was able to experience being you and being "outside" you simultaneously...takes skills for that bruh...this is also a spoken word piece (not only written) in case u didn't know...so
i expect to hear this performed or about it having been read to an audience (of your choice) soon. no question. ya heard? done deal...next.

>drugs eventually took hold of my mind
>i was 19, college freshman and fried
>years of escapism finally caught up with time
>and time
>kicked my fucking ass out of school
>shape up or get out was their only rule
>moved home and admitted my issues
>got myself some expensive pills prescribed by a shrink
>little pink bastards,
>don't believe that translucent brown bottle label ink
>they are not good for you, trust me, you'll forget how to
>think

===did u intend this? shrink, pink ink think...? if not, it worked within the framework ofthis piece in transitioning from hormone to substance being the basis of change in yr life...and the influence on a key component for propelling yr life: thinking...


>so i kicked my wake and bake routines
>emptied my bottle of antidepressants
>never to be refilled
>and
>made myself a whole again

===inspirational and powerful here. setting self free powerfully.

>until alcohol found its way back in

===ouch. i felt this...

>turning 21 is a bad thing for a depressive
>you now have easy access to drug yourself excessively
>cheaply
>and legally
>no more paranoia,
>you can drink guilt free
>binging became a habit for me
>i wouldn't drink everyday
>but i'd drink every thursday friday and saturday
>there are days when i forgot my own name
>my path was now headed towards meetings at A-A

===turning 21 is bad for a depressive...and u proved it here powerfully... i want to read this to my youth group. u broke down the science of living life this way and how it leads to A-A. hm... m sayin... gotta think of anutha way t'cuss ya butt. :-D


>and one night when my mind was really clouded
>i had sex with no condom and tried to pull out
>but some sperm seemed to find its natural route

===ayeeee!!! u rhymed this and everything. and it hurt. that's a gift.


>one month later i got that call
>now i tried to fight it at first
>but i accepted the fact that she was going to give birth
>to my seed
>my fruit
>the next little me
>i just hoped i could handle this all mentally
>i failed
>i failed bad ya'll
>i fucked up while she was pregnant
>she wouldn't even speak to me at all

===these are what emcees, poets, and songwriters should be writing about... real life...not just "bling bling". u hit us off with the "real thing" how it is to LIVE LIFE low
and HIGH... i was right here with u... like a sista on a terry mcmillan novel 8:30 in the mornin... u feel me? i was with u...still with u... (next)

>finally she did,
>about a month before the birth of our kid
>but she wanted me to have no part in HIS life
>that i was unworthy of this blessing of HIS life

===emphasis felt. well done.

>she had a point, my life was pretty fucked up
>so i've spent every day trying to clean myself up
>proud to say i haven't touched a joint in over 2 years
>but the bottle still gets me from time to time
>but not like it used to
>after he was born, she let me see him twice

===self-awareness, acknowledgement leaves the opening for self love in abundance... good segue into yr son.

>the feelings holding your son are indescribable
>and unrhymeable

==="indescribable and unrhymeable" sht. *speechless* its like a shepherd in the face of Gods great wonder over a mountaintop... yea...


>then she called me
>and told me i wasn't to ever have anything to do with him
>or her
>again
>you're cut off from your son
>so i called a lawyer to see what could be done
>she didn't put my name on the birth certificate
>so i have to sue for paternity
>which costs mad ends
>as does hiring a lawyer
>i'm a starving artist more or less
>work at a fulltime job, but it doesn't pay the best
>i can't afford shit
>and to see my son costs about two thousand
>two thousand dollars is nothing i know
>but i have no money, and too proud to take a hand out
>so i sit here and wait for my money to compound
>saving is easy when you make more than you spend
>but just on simple bills, my funds are at an end
>before the next check comes
>
>i'm lucky if i can save a fucking dime each month

===every thing felt line by line. the ability to show yrself
responsible while pressed for money and time...

u rhyme n***a! (u know i can't...say that.. know wh'm sayin...)
tight!
(next)

>so i sit and wait, and pray that the courts will contact me
>demanding a test to prove my paternity....
>funny, i lost my father
>and i'm losing the right to be a father
>life's fucked up

===irony (laughter, sadness, irony, metaphor and then more in one piece!?! muvashuka) m m mm. u know?


>so that's why i live in the past and the future right now
>cuz the present is no place to be if you're me
>its no place for anybody
>and don't feel sorry for me,
>the last thing i need is pity
>just hope you can feel me,
>and understand why my soul needs a good thourough cleansing
>
>Much Love to anyone who took the time to read my life's
>story...it all needed to be aired, and this is the perfect
>post and place to do it


===and i am glad u did it hear. believe it or not, this is a community of folk who hear u...and feel u... and i especially, moderator of the Cleansing Cypher... Bless u. thank u fam. u loved us enough to love yourself enough to cleanse us and yrself

Jah Bless U
eternally and forever in your present, your future and you are Cleansed of your past.

Thus declares the Cleansing Cypher Angel. *wink* (yours truly)

one love,

MUSE

i
lost words in memories
and i hear shouts from a mother that crys on the inside
and i see a father standing missing his young ones
and i feel a brother not wanting to part from the present
and i am a girl
with words lost in memories
and unknown futures hanging within an hour's reach
and standing helpless seeing these scenes
and unable to change the course of time
and predetermined sechdules
that make me run races that
i
don't want to run anymore
that make me smile
when
i
don't want to smile anymore
and keep talking to me
when
i
just want to be left alone
and they turn their heads
when
i
need too see the light of other's eyes

'cause it's oh so dark in this tunnel
and my flashlight just ran out of batteries.

tears
f
a
l
l

'cause it's oh so dark in this tunnel
and my flashlight just ran out of batteries.

tears
f
a
l
l

*i feel u*

nuff sed.

MUSE

I am mal~nurished on ya love
since we fight so much .................
mal~nurished on family
cause they don't approve of our moves ........
mal~nurished on friends
see the just take for granted .........
mal~nurished
hungry .......yet over wieght.....
if I sharpen my tools YOU think I forgot about you .......but I didn't there's just not enough time in the day for everything mal~nurished ......

i feel u.

no room for all that baggage and excess energy...beautiful.

one love.

this is a different style for you
but i dug it, nonetheless.

come back and spit another.

there's still more hidden there... i want it... spit it out...

free...

MUSE

a thousand thoughts...
a million emotions...
and no starting point.
and to add to the mess: a lack of talent for writing
though I still feel a motivation for an attempt.. :
a throbbing confusion
caused by a blockage in my channel of growth
and a mile of pain

no direction
no clues
no place of refuge
just the raw intensity

I ask for peace
for strength
for understanding and enlightenment

and finally, I ask for prosperity.




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(this was terrible) a little weak.. extremely short. it feels like.. it just started.. and like one's still waiting for it to begin.. but I think the moment passed before I had a chance to put it all out. plus I haven't written for so long... like.. eh.. never.
and I got disrupted in the middle and my feelings totally changed course.. ANY critisms and advice will be appreciated.. my first piece (EVER put out) y'all!! someone congratulate me! or scold me... whatever.. but I feel like I've grown already! amazing. god bless.

and finally i ask for prosperity...

now

u have received it all

what is yr experience now if u have it all
what is life like now...

share...

um.. I'm not there yet. I pray, one day.

----------------------

I search for wisdoms and I wait on for enlightenment

Lost in the eternal fuck up of nopeace
I have no hopes, no love (for who can love when they have nothing to love with?)
no dreams (all my visions have been marred by miles of cynicism, brought on by pain)

Mere biology keeps me alive.
Automatic breathes.
Tasteless consumptions of nutriments.

Late at night, I'm busy in belligerence with my spirits
Late at night, they haunt me



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that's as far as I got. then it just kinda stopped. but it doesn't really feel like an end.

lol

i know... :-p

it's a visual piece...i want you to create a piece like that...futuristic kinda.

what would it be like? it's not the here and now, but

if it was...what would you experience?

if this is challenging for you to do...

*smiling*

m sayin...

;-)

MUSE

trying to figure out how to hold it together/
is it my words thoughts or the letter/
the girl next door or the chedder/
I wish I could grow feathers/
and fly away from life/
determine differences and extract strife/
but who am I?
all we have to do is sit and wonder why
i get the lyrical soap and wash of the lie/
deep cleansing of the mind spirit and body/
holding my knowlegde like a gangsta holds a shotie/

holding my knowledge like a gangsta holds a shotie...

i can see that. powerful image if someone cld sketch/draw/graph it right. thanks factsoflife... keep droppin.

MUSE

wow......how did you know this was what i needed to read right now?? thank you sooooooo much for this poem. THANK YOU.....i love it..and its helping me so much..... you are trully a blessing from God!

Love& Guidance
Ceee

thank u for the acknowledgement, Lady Soul.

the Creator has a way of placing what we need
in our hands or on our path
in a timely fashion

it is a blessing to hear
that it was manifest with u in this cypher...

i'm feelin that fa real...

*hugs*smooches*love*

&
blessings
MUSE

I’ll put my hand on the stove for a third of the time we spend together to replace the emptiness I fear that I hide from in closets under clothes, trying to break the knob and hope someone comes to find me. Someone that looks like you... and I'm sure there’s no clones or good enough impressionists to wear your smile like you do. So back when I would give you a hard time, I just wanted to be held by your attention, cupped in your fingers like falling water. I’ll be the faucet all day, if you keep washing your face and I don’t want to write anything that looks like this again at least not this soon so please keep calling.

==============================

We crave the meat of existence
We are slaves of experience
Junkies on the surreal holy streets of our own consciousness

"I’ll be the faucet all day, if you keep washing your face and I don’t want to write anything that looks like this again at least not this soon so please keep calling."

beautiful.

im still left with a wanting...its a beautiful wanting, but
i want u to allow yrself to be free of want
and wanting...

even free of being wanted.

ad lib some more...this was beautiful

i want more.

peace

(i want more. did i say i want more? oh...my bag.)

;-)

MUSE

UP

i need me a safe place
to breathe my own fire
repair my torn soul
and piece together the fragments
of my tattered existence

where my tears feed the earth that nourishes me
and i become buoyant on a sea of my inner self

a place where i can build shrines
of apparently insignificant signifiers
that point me to the divine within me

i need the courage to breathe my own fire
in my safe place
when i am surrounded by nothing but
my own doubts and recriminations
and
the fear that when i do speak
i will be silenced again

i need to be unfettered in places where
people are offended by my truth
and they seek to silence me
to keep their peace
and for the sake of what they believe to be my best interests

i need a white and blue wall of silence
that i and fold and re erect whenever i need it
i need a space in which to create music to feed my soul
and shining blades to protect my spirit

a place in which i can rock huge white boubas
and ostentatious geles
and be an individual

just

like

every

one

else




**************************************
i'm so tired of the love the semi-autistic!
i want lavish waves of emotion.

--thrill_factor

Where there is a woman there is magic. If there is a moon falling from her mouth, she is a woman who knows her magic, who can share or not share her powers. A woman with a moon falling from her mouth, roses between her legs and tiaras of Spanish moss, this woman is a consort of the spirits.
--Ntozake Shange

God bless female sexual response. It's varied and rich and surprising and wonderful. It's hard work and it's all play and it's a lifetime of sensations just swinging on a playground swing or allowing ourselves to be touched and moved -- physically or emotionally -- by another.

--janey

the vagina is the holy of holies, the place where the penis finds the doorway to bliss and where human life arrives after descending from eternity. This is the realm of the soul par excellence.
--Thomas Moore

AIM--> cislandbushmama

i can totally relate to all of it... i know the feeling, love.

u are fire indeed and to be consumed by one's own smoke is fatal. a horrible act.

be u
and be u
and u be who u be
whenever u choose to be
and choose to be u eternally
and even if any one thing person object anything
stands in yr way
or against u

u will not dismay
cuz
u choose
to
be u.

feel me?

here's what really caught my attention...guess cuz u opened with it:

"i need me a safe place
to breathe my own fire
repair my torn soul
and piece together the fragments
of my tattered existence

where my tears feed the earth that nourishes me
and i become buoyant on a sea of my inner self

a place where i can build shrines
of apparently insignificant signifiers
that point me to the divine within me"

i love apparently i i'rs pointing to the divine in us... beautiful!!!

now

u know what ima say.

it ended with

:like everyone else:

and now

u are
who u say u are
or say u needed to be

be that in the next round

and hit me up with it.

*wink*

hurry, i'm waiting.

*tapping screen*

yes,

c'mon.

*smile*

MUSE

little self-given godtitles with bibles to pass around
hold yourself in crystal balls and shakeshine the glitter
DANCE
We all want in your pants where your hands already are.
guilty testimonies of pain for fame all we want is your
DEATH
Tragically displayed bereft lips splayed in some misdirected kiss
You're missing the point, we want anointed beauty to
END

here's what i need.

there is a lot in this piece - but its all compact.

expound some more and

1) who is speaking?

2) make it obvious or clear who yr speaking to

3) why do u want anointed beauty to end?

re: 3) i have a feeling that beauty is just beauty and the mere addition of "anointed" already indicates an inauthenticity. if that's the case, and yr intent... leave it that way... otherwise, expound.

come on back

u gonna work and be free.

sweat it out.

cleanse baby, cleanse... u have NO idea
how much of a contribution your works are to us.

please
comeback
and do this.
thanks

and God bless...

MUSE

Polluted by
distilled dilluted
dogma,
plastic people finding
their cellophane salvation faith
in perfect layers of
deadself soft shell.
A necrophilic obsession glamor
clamor(ing) for white-washed brain cavern
uniformity (purity).

yr wordplay is tight.

this piece is closely related to "filthy..."

but remember that the purpose is not simply to make an observation, but to take a stand in the face of what u see
that empowers and frees u to be who u are...

its not about others.

its about you...

because u

deserve the attention

not "them"

yea

u heard me

get to work

*listenin for lead scratchin paper"

let's go.

i'm waiting... post the reply right here.

MUSE

i found a sphere
in space
and
life
circumstances
concepts
traditions
couldn't erase the sphere i placed
in my psyche
it was life
redefined by me
a
new sphere
360 degrees
and
i
rebirth newborn ideologies
theories are discarded for life-fulfilling prophecies
past hurts are amputated
allowing newgrowth
for inner being and freedom to be...

i
love
me

and that sphere
is what has me
seeing
360's
in
miles
of
nothingness

emptiness
becomes
readiness

to
be
who i was destined to be

me

amplified to the humanitarian degree

me

reconstructed in yr unknown beliefs
me

existing transcending boundaries
far exceeding what i have seen

me

i am a sphere of acknowledgement self-universal-communal love
expressed beyond shores infinitely

i

am

yr sphere

if u

my wife

should enter me

and create a new life

representing
the beauty

in
u

and
in me

honey,

i love u

(though i've never met u)

and so i

see yr sphere in spaces that were once unseen
places that were inconceiveable but now seem like
places i've been

yes, love

i loved u forever

and for u i scream

beyond this sphere of emptiness
into

our sphere

once unseen

and now forever prominent

for u

and for me

my soulmate.

MUSE

a lover of words and the woman for your soul
your soul~mate
shall be one too
and the words that wrap around your sphere
and hers
will join to connect your spheres
and hence bind you into love to fall into it
and this bind will create a new vocabulary
that only your ears and your mate's ears will hear
and yet those whom surround you will hear it
in the form of whisper....
and wonder what sweetness it is that is wrapping them.
she will come to you or perhaps you will come to eachother....

Passionate games played out in the first match
Boxed my soul in this ring un-anounced to man
Left hook by crazy wild dreams
"Me" fightng the truth's of life
Knocked me out flat
Counted 9times
Got up started all over again
Un-dissputed by the pain that tryed to overcome me
Lost of a life
Wish the pressure wasn't so heavy
Weight was overbearing
Looked in my corner
"HE" a "Freind"
Stood there with open arms
Holding my broken hearted lucky charm
If this battle is won?
I take home the charm, him and my strength to be just me
"I'm not me in my own eye's, it seems, I became something else"
Letting go of that un-wanted stress

Becoming, nothing other than the best...

Best of me,
Best of thee,
Best of We,

You and me
I flee now
Fights over now I breathe
Not in the ring just living out my dreams.



"Open your mind, all your secrets are out now, I know what you thinking, ooohhh" by berni Mack

i am bound by ropes of fear
caught in strings of past pain
lured by an opportunity of freedom
yet it is elusive
because i am hooked onto/into self-doubt and insecurity
lambasted by words of internal negativity
so i see myself outside myself and wonder
how did the web begin?
because i see places where the silken nets were almost broken
i can touch spots where the string isn't so strong
so i push myself to begin the task of unweaving old
and weaving new
my new web will be made of spanish moss
it will smell like rain sometimes
and its caught inhabitants will be light, passion, and love

peace and blessings!
li

ps..i was kinda nervous! ;-)

should make this a song... very inspiring...

""I'm not me in my own eye's, it seems, I became something else"
Letting go of that un-wanted stress

Becoming, nothing other than the best...

Best of me,
Best of thee,
Best of We,

You and me
I flee now
Fights over now I breathe
Not in the ring just living out my dreams."

Muah...magnifique! *kissin fingers*

:-D

MUSE

cuz i'm covered in your filth
your curse words
your grimy touchy feely hands on my booty and chest
damn i need to wash u offa me
left the remains of your fanasty
in a white pool in my belly button

i need to wash
you from my medulla oblongata
festering my thoughts
with your doubts and demeaning nature
pissing in the alleys memory lane


i need to wash






She turned lap dances into a career-Mr Red

http://www.geocities.com/okay_poets/blogger.html

i know this feeling all too well.... use dial soap it cleans off pretty well....

and tell me about it

how it feels to finally be free and clean

but catch

each
and
every bit of residue, crust, dead skin
and scrub it off and out
in this piece

peace,
u know the deal

i'm waiting...

MUSE

i don't wanna look at her
paradox
so beautiful in an ugly way
contridiction
She hungers for a loving touch
shattered
her flawless skin full of sores
le belle dela Sur

have a makeover and write it...

*smile*

yes,

i went there...

let's go.

hehehe

MUSE

(can't wait)

(my cleansing for 9-1-1)
=========================
emerging souls rising from smoke to a zenith
where longing souls choke/passing spirits rise from ashes
morphed to phoenix
9 lives eleven days multiplied prophecies make no sense til we in it
diving gods in winged battleships creating thunder as children
see it
bridges collapsing spiritually and souls run to temples but
do they mean it
cries are heard like waterfalls as newyorkphilly and dc calls
unheard got folk grieven in the spirit
flags draping walls across america rain robes of patriotism and
we wear it
antennas broadcasting love n unity trainrides solemn street air coughin breathin death while life is bein...hurts
when "they"'re no longer in it

i rain tears flickering crystal in candletips til demons fear it
cleansing crying "FREEEDOM FIRE" lighting candles til hate can't bear it
WE SHALL OVERCOME riding songs of 70s revolutionary love we
flooded 14th Street and Promenades with it
and FEAR arose above planes in september until media angels came
upon mr FEAR and Killed it

i never move in movement with the masses until i feel it
but 9-1-1 keeps playing songs of redemption as i reel it

no room for al quaeda bin osama bush ala conceited
can't take a bomb and feed gas and fuel and then we beat it
no time for self-profession, claimin greatness cuz you heated
no presidency's run for people's rights exchanged for lives bleeded
no more i cry no more no more
no hate no more competing
time for our nation to turn to God and start
completing

we carry on our daily livin life like it comes free
but fact is it was given never earned like several degree

Jah love done breathed love passion life and purpose for the whole
its time we fed the spirit rebirthed love and live the soul

3 thousand soldiers clapping marching rising free with glee
the only ones still crying are dying souls

u

and
me

so

i won't leave the masses hangin cuz this movement
i
DO
f e e l

im spreadin love this 9 - 1 - 1

Hallelu-Yahweh

Spirit Sealed

come post your love and peace on Cleansing Cypher love revealed
and greatness joy fulfillment shall arise
as death's unpeeled

* * *

9 chances
1 door
1 life

i use my talents to birth energy healing life
got folk blunting love lyrics like ancient warriors
chanting Godspeed smokinlovepipes

my soul's ripe

and im bringin u my sweetness

eat of this love

eternal freedom J'shua Peace yes true forgiveness

N'sh'allah peace and love Y'm'Yah I rise from ash to phoenix
soaring eagle
spreading wings
my torso scarred with time/experience

so
yr distance
now
minute
compute this love
i
share with u

9 eleven

means

LOVE needs u

so live life fully

and
2
thine own self

be

trUe

"LOVE needs u"
. . .

selah.

. . .

MUSE

© Copyright by Artist Known As "MUSE" - MarcArthur St. Juste

i pour over sacred woman texts with feverish abandon
and pack green clay over my self
dancing fervent prayers to the benevolent forces in the universe
in the hopes that i can draw the impurity of you
out of my flesh
it’s really my own fault that i am soiled
i saw the haze covering you when we first met
and i opened my arms in the hopes that you’d return my embrace
i was drawn to you because of your lack of fear

intense women sometimes run the risk of crushing their lovers

i soon discovered that your lack of fear was an apathy that i chose to ignore
striving to become the whole outdoors
with no ocean to balance me
teetering precariously on the brink of emotional extinction
i turned to myself and opened my heart enough to let me in out of the cold
and then a little wider to allow for your departure

i bid you peace my love…

**************************************
i'm so tired of the love the semi-autistic!
i want lavish waves of emotion.

--thrill_factor

Where there is a woman there is magic. If there is a moon falling from her mouth, she is a woman who knows her magic, who can share or not share her powers. A woman with a moon falling from her mouth, roses between her legs and tiaras of Spanish moss, this woman is a consort of the spirits.
--Ntozake Shange

God bless female sexual response. It's varied and rich and surprising and wonderful. It's hard work and it's all play and it's a lifetime of sensations just swinging on a playground swing or allowing ourselves to be touched and moved -- physically or emotionally -- by another.

--janey

the vagina is the holy of holies, the place where the penis finds the doorway to bliss and where human life arrives after descending from eternity. This is the realm of the soul par excellence.
--Thomas Moore

AIM--> cislandbushmama

this is a masterpiece.

*still breathing and smiling with peace*

thank u, serpentinefire. thank u.

MUSE

I piss razorblades I
piss people off with my sharp wit I
shit bricks and throw them at
windows, shattering them and
leaving the panes with chattering teeth.
Confidence here, there, everywhere, forcing
it's unfamiliar taste down my throat
and choking me until I can't scream
this ain't me but
submissiveness sucked.
All I did was get fucked for my kindess
and ridiculed for my self inflicted blindness.
I need al my weapons so
I stick to my guns
until all my cards add up to twenty one.

i liked that a lot, esp. as i'm a usually passive person who just lets things slide, but have been taking less shit lately. change is good.

"   I piss razorblades I
piss people off with my sharp wit I
shit bricks and throw them at
windows, shattering them and
leaving the panes with chattering teeth"

==mmph. this was raw, vivid imagery. sharp and bleeding. for real.

now u end with havin all yr weapons, ready for gunnin at 21...and im feelin that impact. now...

*ehem*

yea, man...

now, i want u to BE 21 and tell me what its like to let the arsenal loose and BE that...

yea

hit me with that

(healing)

(freeing)

(be free)

(cleansing)

hit me.

MUSE

Twenty one
I slap a card down for each gunshot
paying tribute to all the things that I'm not
restricted like a youngin' outside the club
free to sound off
let another round off
natural high is the freedom that I smoked a pound of
dig underground just to find nonconformity
overestimated the world's enormity because
its mine, its mine, its mine
who's world is this?
swriled this kiss like thirty one flavors
let fate lick just for doing those favors
she savors
and now I got a submissive girlfriend.

beamer
who got the keys
word streamer
barefoot aquarian eyes couldn't shine brighter
lighter fluids passed
FLAMES
eruptin in his girl...

have ya seen her?

!!this was peace!!

"who's world is this?
swriled this kiss like thirty one flavors
let fate lick just for doing those favors
she savors
and now I got a submissive girlfriend."

its yr world, b... its yr world... *bowin*

tight!

m hmmmm..

MUSE

i can dig it
and
its dug

thnk u homie.

come back to you. karma is a reality. everything good that u put out will return to you...

me out last night and I didn't appreciate
the shyt one damn bit....
I guess that means that whateva the hell you said is true
and
I guess that
"Tre tried to tell me it was gonna hap-pen but she never told me when..."
And hell yeah Im hurt but not because you DID it
but because you did IT and the
hurt of heart is not break it's
ache and hell yeah damnit I guess what I am
trying to say is
I love you.
And will keep doing it...if only you
will let me.
And it's been sitting there all of this time
and you know me, I'm not an emotional broad, but I guess
I'm finding out that I am a broad nonetheless. One who actually has a heart--and conscience--and tears. Real phuking
tears...that I feel right now streaming down my face and I don't care who sees...but no one
sees because the only one here is
me.

whhoa.

"And hell yeah Im hurt but not because you DID it
but because you did IT and the
hurt of heart is not break it's
ache and hell yeah damnit I guess what I am
trying to say is
I love you."

damn.

i feel this in the heart, semloh. u speak trufe.

now...

ima set yr challenge here
(not easy)

to

allow yourself to flip it to where yr like "hey...no one knows but i'm feelin free...and when they all do know...it no worry me..."

somethin like that...

hit me back

and

c l e a n s e . . .



MUSE

always a new thing"

Just when things
seem to be right
another twist and turn
comes to make
a person think twice
how can it be
with all the love
and good from me
i seem to face
only more misery
looking for solace
in the face of time
hoping to turn
everything back around again
searching for that eternal light
and question to my prayers
of where i am now
in god's great plan

answer yrself as God.

(yes

i went there)

*tap tap*

breathe

im waiting

:-)

MUSE

the black could of survivals house
lies a room they call the light house
whose key changes every day
and can only be obtained
by the survivors
and these folks only know they have
THE key
when they breathe in
and thank their creator for
the hurdle they've just surpassed

IT WILL ALL MAKE SENSE SOME DAY (but always more than one)

and the whole damn world seems to move
counter clockwise so what do i do
step out the cipher
and create my own circumference with myself
as the radial focal point
spittin lyrical libations down the throats
of all those who
look up into the sky
waitin for drops of rain to fall down
from some supernatural phenomenon
i split yah lungs with shards of radical truths
watch as they slide down nice and slow
filled with smooth aloe-
covered skin
liquid fire but the burn
will be the flame that you need
to inspire or ignite
the infernos of revolution
i'm speaking change
out from within the strangleholds of stagnation
that blinds the will of freedom and change
causing blasphemy and procrastination
pessimistic tones be killin' highs
but it's the highs that be killing them
cuz as they be floating higher into the skies,
they become more out of tune
more disillusioned
to the fact of what is really going on
but i suppose to truly know the truth,
you gotta know the opposite end of the spectrum

this was phenomenal

now incorporate the first person.

and free her in the mix as being part of the masses...

*wink*

MUSE

will be back with a quote. i loved this piece.

im not left complete because im left without "you"

the "i"

come back

and feedyrself to me
so that i
too

can cleanse with u

feel me?

come on back.

MUSE

u do all of the above... it's all sounds just right and just fine

and the whole damn world seems to move
counter clockwise so what do i do
step out the cipher
and create my own circumference with myself
as the radial focal point
spittin lyrical libations down the throats
of all those who
look up into the sky
waitin for drops of rain to fall down
from some supernatural phenomenon
i split yah lungs with shards of radical truths
watch as they slide down nice and slow
filled with smooth aloe-
covered skin
liquid fire but the burn
will be the flame that you need
to inspire or ignite
the infernos of revolution
i'm speaking change
out from within the strangleholds of stagnation
that blinds the will of freedom and change
causing blasphemy and procrastination
pessimistic tones be killin' highs
but it's the highs that be killing them
cuz as they be floating higher into the skies,
they become more out of tune
more disillusioned
to the fact of what is really going on
but i suppose to truly know the truth,
you gotta know the opposite end of the spectrum

Pardon my interjection
but it seems necessary for reflection
I'm meetiny my own self at the intersection
of this crossrhodes
you see
whenever my rage is directed outward
it only means
that my own energy
will eventually deplete

I serve mental freeze
For lost souls who bring me to my knees
Praying to end the delirium, before another one becomes a martyr
I would barter
All my material possessions away
To bring back peace of mind through simplicity, can we allay
The fury that life's torrents wash upon us on the daily
I hope not, cuz how could our souls ever grow if it wasn't appropriately
Taken through the experiences that taught us the full realm and scope
Of what it meant to truly feel the definition of inspiration, love and of hope
i speak on we and include me cuz i be part of the all
divinity's presence runs incessantly through us like waterfalls
my spirit's contained in my brothers and sisters everywhere
so i carry us to shore to alleviate our mountains of cares
standing in the ocean, i'ma let the rain pour down over me
so i can wash away my acidities, and all other impurities
allow my heart to pump fresh blood and circulate that through my veins
and dance tonite just like the moon as it waxes and wanes.

my quotes:

"spittin lyrical libations down the throats
of all those who
look up into the sky
waitin for drops of rain to fall down"

---u might as well entitle this goddess of sanctity/freedom/truth & sanity... i dunno...but this hyah..hmph.

"i split yah lungs with shards of radical truths"

---*makin "hurt" face*, this was nnnnasty...:-) - in a good way.

"smooth aloe-
covered skin
liquid fire but the burn
will be the flame that you need
to inspire or ignite
the infernos of revolution"

---this is fire breathing metaphor, here.
"i'm speaking change
out from within the strangleholds of stagnation
that blinds the will of freedom and change
causing blasphemy and procrastination
pessimistic tones be killin' highs
but it's the highs that be killing them
cuz as they be floating higher into the skies,
they become more out of tune"

loved the word play and the flow is fluid...

"you gotta know the opposite end of the spectrum"

---just lettin u know, that in this piece, the message of this one line was clear...

these were my quotes...

give this piece a title...

it's waiting to be called into existence... as a name.

*smiling*

imagine a nameless unborn child. to penetrate the realm of our existence as a being, that child must have a name...documented.

*shrug*

im just sayin...

;-p

MUSE

I keep chucking rocks at your window but you think its rain and I fall like showers so soap up and wash me away with a broom made of sunshine dust pan cooking bad breakfast we eat far away like long distance fire ants that drink themselves to death orange juice share my loneliness yes this is yet just another small fraction of my brain laying across a sheet ass naked screaming for someone to scratch between my lines like back scratching walking sticks that spin my birth records and I break dance to my broken past in diapers too small pissing all over my mattress spring board life up and down roller coasters like drink mats don’t stain my turntable with your terrible songs I miss the smell of candy the hint of morning in a diner the homeless man in an overcoat that tap dances for hugs and I french kiss with myself in the restaurant bathroom where the light buzzes like my refrigerator used to in my first house from the other room I always thought it was my mother you talk static and I pray for snow so we can sleep in and make morning into afternoon snacks where crumbs are always the best excuse to clean what’s been dirty for years so I’d vacuum your brain if you’d let me plug into your heart.

==============================

We crave the meat of existence
We are slaves of experience
Junkies on the surreal holy streets of our own consciousness

tight! okay
here's your challenging cleansing assignment:

" I always thought it was my mother you talk static and I pray for snow so we can sleep in and make morning into afternoon snacks where crumbs are always the best excuse to clean what’s been dirty for years so I’d vacuum your brain if you’d let me plug into your heart."


she says come and plug into her heart. now what.
lemme hear the vacuum in her brain like the light in the
restaurant that buzzes like the one in the refrigerator...

(yea man..i pay attention to detail)

yes,

be the one who
no longer allows distance to separate
a love willing to blossom
if u
simply
step in and forward
and make it happen.

yea

what's that like...

*breathe*
*inhale*

and....

*"Post Message"*

MUSE

Shoulda' never second guessed you for a minute/
Sh**, I let you 'all up in it'/
So if I didn't trust you/
I must have just f***ed you/
But I know that was real love we were expressing/
Can't believe I was second guessing your actions when i wasn't around/
Had me feelin' down/
Real low/
Goes to show that i need this cleansing cypher/
like a terrrist needs a sniper/
Like my eight glasses of water/
A smile from my daughter/
I need to find a true trust/
deeper than lust/
so I can put my mind at peace/
Stop feeding the belly of the beast/
Begin my cypher with prayers to the east/
I guess it starts with trusting myself/
believing in me/
than we can share real honesty/
I'm cleansing my soul in the name of purity/

felt this inside o'me yearnin to be free
and u freed me, b...ruva bruva black ruva
black river
stream
ocean
serene
u
freed me
and
now
i flow
up
stream...

*daps*

---
here's my quote:

"I need to find a true trust/
deeper than lust/
so I can put my mind at peace/
Stop feeding the belly of the beast/
Begin my cypher with prayers to the east/
I guess it starts with trusting myself/
believing in me/
than we can share real honesty/
I'm cleansing my soul in the name of purity/


The most precious things in life are free..."

===that is free....right there? yea... i can dig it.

one love,

MUSE

thank u

(come again)

(anytime)

I'm pouring out my soul/
more precious then gold/
Releasing the pain to make me whole/
Guess that's why i wear copper and brass on these hands that i hold/
Open/
Hopin' for blessings/
Praying for understanding as opposed to blind guessing/
Caressing the keys/
typing my truth and turmoil/
Digging the Earth and tending to my soil/
I'm letting my wordz float in tha' wind/
And still, MUSE dont know who I am/
I am your friend/
communicating with you poetically/
expressing myself emphatically/
Building to Sum-thing mathematically/
Cleansing myself brings clarity/

i wish to extend my gratitude
for opening my mind
and allowing the words caged within
the five walls
(the round-shaped room)
of my soul
to pour out
they continue to flow and grace me
and i fall into a love with each one
for its syllables and characters
possess a beauty of centuries

and

when they join to make a sentence
then a stanza
or whisper a phrase
of inspiration
they bring me joy
i feel like a first time mother
with each set that i lay into the wind
i say
a prayer each time a collection is born
to wish it long life and luck
that its blessings touch me
so that i may continue to give birth

they

at times feel to be a creation
of a mystical universe
born to a people of a kind and empowering
light
i wonder if in reality
my round-shaped, five walled room
is in fact a portal
or is it in fact my creation
that i may be so blessed to be possessed
by characters of such grace and power
a whisper tells me
it is a combination of imagination and reality
this universe exists within me and i
exist within it

so

to you mate of my recent life
i wish to extend my appreciation
for bringing my words out of me
to let me be who i am
with each character and syllable
for allowing me to be a color
within the canvas of this universe

thank you..... my luv
i am FREE

five walls...

" i fall into a love with each one
for its syllables and characters
possess a beauty of centuries

and

when they join to make a sentence
then a stanza
or whisper a phrase
of inspiration"

indeed, u are
the colored oils on a canvas of universal spirit
and unity

ur blend in the mix of life
creates a star-gazing symphonic harmony

and your words

are sunlight to treeleaves
and for beings
the air we breathe

u

seethe out of silence into soul

u

are the epitome of

happiness

you

are words

tht make me

W H O L E


*wink*

Thank YOU

for your contribution...

we are truly blessed.

MUSE

"the weights"

Sitting on the back of stars
Comets burnt out in my gaze
Against my skin smoked proofs of the suns rays
Bones fortified through milky ways
But to this world I must return
Dreams interrupted by the screams of sunlight towards the darkness
Mixing to caffinate my morning blend
Hugged my thoughts within
Put the weights I had rested back on my shoulders
Stepping over struggles of a life grown colder
Need to shower in the rain
Wash away stains of a rage enflamed
Dripping dry tears of genocidal confusion
Keeping thoughts so beautiful
Witnessing a reality so
So, so, so…..;
Depressing, unforgiving, sad, ugly
Blinking only to catch de ja vu of innocence
Babies born
Fathers gone
Mothers scorned
Pain…
But the weights must be carried
The load is never light
The shoulders just have to be strong


just trying to do what i can do when i can do it.

It's never a game
you just think it is....
stupid

this was a tight setting:

>Sitting on the back of stars
>Comets burnt out in my gaze
>Against my skin smoked proofs of the suns rays
>Bones fortified through milky ways
>But to this world I must return
>Dreams interrupted by the screams of sunlight towards the
>darkness
>Mixing to caffinate my morning blend

the contrast between sunlight and darkness...tight!

>Hugged my thoughts within

right...beautiful...its like bracing yourself.

>Put the weights I had rested back on my shoulders
>Stepping over struggles of a life grown colder

visually saw this whole piece. okay...

here we go.

Challenge:

"be the universe - calling out to the narrator in the poem
and have the universe say 'i am taking yr struggles back'
what would u use yr muscles, shoulders and being for then?"

write it.

but when writing it...know that the end result is healing
empowerment

freedom

u dig?

hit me off with it here if you feel it.

thanks,

MUSE

rage of humiliation
spreads on canvas of human indignation
radiation
from blood cells
to brain cells hopes locked up
in my mind cell my
heart swells UP
and i
SHUTUP

tired of the sun up
sun down
talk bout love and healin
and no one to be found
jus
my own sound
my heart beat
pound for pound and
crickets
keys typed to fury
puree of syllabic lyricals shoutin out PURE ME
POOR ME POOR ME
Pour me a blessing for i die from the hate i bleed
i
feed
feed off of rampages of the hurt inside
runnin rampant ranting abstract cuz it hurts my pride
so i
ride
ths
motha
fka
out

til i shout out cast out fight out a round for round
spirit soul vs demons inside my mind bout
i
dont

punk out

im jabbin funkthoughts til the funks out
im punchin thoughtbags cuz its time out
im slappin duckin jabbin crossin punchin life
cuz i've BEEN out
and im
not givin up
cuz im
goin for a KNOCKOUT

hittin my obstacles witha
1-2
1-2-3
1-2
what?
1-2 BAP! SLAP! BIFF! CUFF!
ima have life's heartaching issues TORE UP
KICK hurt, dissappointment in the ass call me SHO NUM
cuz im the last muthafkn DRAGON/TIGER/BRUCE LEE from flow-Gun
i "BLOW"
"RUN!"
i don't STOP "SUN!" cuz i got mine (LIFE) and fightin HARD cuz i
GOT ONE
and im the ONLY ME to BE ONE
NUMBER ONE
in
my
own
HOME,

the domepome

this is a summon (muthafka)
cuz this life i'm livin
this love im givin
this breath im breathen AND
this faith im believin

is

home grown.

so issues

back it up

or leave me the fk alone

cuz i got some fire for u

there is power in my pen son

now

issue

go home. no?

then come on...

*wap wap*

come n get some...

*hahaha*

MUSE

i live live lyrically combat chaos competitevly breathe breathe blessedly make no mistake about it MUSE is US making live Easy for MusE - M E (me)

*wink*

breathe...

exhale

peace

i create the possibility of being free
allow myself to exist in the love of me
its okay to be
out
in
up
set
and freely express but don't deep-press
when self is on the incline
sometimes when i got mind
rising high
life swears i'm on the decline
i fake out n say "no , i'm fine" but
i know for real i ain in line
so i
align with faith
and possibility
possiblity for my self and my life
of being loving happy and free
im being free
accepting all responsibility
i
cause things to happen
and its okay
that somethings don't be
i love others
others love me
i see
i've been waiting too long to
LIVE FREE
Free life to be me
Free time to feel free
Free self expressively
and just speaking freely i feel it in me
a sense of being
that calls to me

i see that life is a field of green grass and beautiful trees
orange mangos and violet red cherries
juicy avocados and plaintain made with veggies
beautiful life
beautiful earth
i
spread my wings to fly

f r e e

and accept who i am

as just

being

me

a life extraordinary

is
loving self life and others

*breathe*

and loving the life i breathe

peace.

MUSE

muse, you keep it comin' with that ill shit. different flows, wordplay, emotions. impressive.

i

press
deep
aquire
f
u
n
key vibes click sensuous thought patterns to okp tribes

im
alive

at the snap of yr breath
im
alive

when u have
nothing
left

im
alive

if u continue to cleanse yes
im
alive

in healing rhythm and th'lens
yes
im

alive

in
yr
3rd eye.

peace.

MUSE

thanks for the encouragement muse here it is again for ya
give me the rest of your feedback

Letter to my unborn child

First of all don't believe anything that she says
You can't trust her.
She'll convince you of things that aren't real
And then when you bust her,
She'll go off, get depressed,
Start to throw childish fits,
And then one day you'll come home
To find she's cut her own wrists.
You'll run to her side cryin,
"Come on Momma please dont die,
Whatever I did I didn't mean it!"
And then you'll ask "Why?"
But the answers won't come,
No matter how hard you try.
They didn't for me.

Now I'm not sayin for you to hate your own mother,
Because she is you mom and there won't be another.
But son think about ou own mind.
When the pressure is so much that your teeth'll grind.
All the pain that she'll cause,
And all the trauma you'll see,
Maybe then will you be able to understand,
And sympathize with me.
When you go through you life maybe you will find,
That the destructive spiral she's on will never unwind.
Don't let her bring you down,
In all her paranoia,
Because you can try and try to help,
But it'll only destroy you.
Oh yeah if she ever touches a bottle,
Sorry to say that you'll see.
You'll be on the recieving end of her maliciousness,
just like me.

She'll tell you she's doing better,
But remember,
No matter what pills she's on,
What drugs she's taking,
She'll never be stable,
So don't be mistaken.
She might put up a front,
And you'll think everything is okay,
But it isn't,
And you'll visit,
Her in the hospital one day.
They'll tell you they're helping,
And that she'll be alright.
That she has this, she has that,
And she'll only have to stay a couple of nights.
Then when you leave that horrible place thinking,
"How can this be?"
Just remember that this has all happened to me.
I want you to know that no matter what shit you go through,
That I'll be there,
And I've been there,
And most of all that I love you.

first my comment:

"All the pain that she'll cause,
And all the trauma you'll see,
Maybe then will you be able to understand,
And sympathize with me.
When you go through you life maybe you will find,
That the destructive spiral she's on will never unwind.
Don't let her bring you down,
In all her paranoia,
Because you can try and try to help,
But it'll only destroy you."

wow. and ...ouch. powerful stuff.

imagine the healing touch of your mother's love
for herself
and how it somehow would manifest
as u being on the receiving end

its like - doing a poetic presentation to mama
bout how life would be
if she
really "loved me" (herself) and allowed herself to
be free
of all the hinderances of your unity, joy, and being happy as a family.

promotion must entail or include: what love is
what love can do, how much you'd enjoy yourself if life was like :this: (this=the ultimate way life should be...) and after this piece, gimme 4 lines to breathe. or that are images of tranquility (sunset, water, etc...)

This piece can only be 50 lines.

*wide-eyed*

yea, I said 'fitty'

:-D

hit me back.

MUSE

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