sumtimes...

sumtimes...

a feeling of despair envelopes me...wraps me from head to toe in a familiar smelling shawl and ever so slowly...warms my skin, while @ the same time chilling all that lies subterranic, buried within...my perseverance and courage -- qualities so admired in the unbreakable spirit that is me -- wear thin...my face grows long, drawn and the halloween mask i put on 2 cover it's nearly as gaunt...happiness is a swallow -- flitting around me and often, coming within inches of my outstretched hand...i wallow...in complete and utter despair, hoping for this little bird to alight on a shoulder @ least...for but a fleeting moment, bless my turbulent waters with pCe -- if i was muslim, perhaps i'd look 2 the east...scared 2 reach out 2 christ for fear of rejection...rebuked for failure and a fractured past i now walk a fractured path, my soul fractured into halves...the contrast...is stark like night and day...flee from me, oh merciless phccing despair...is my torment not enough? have you not flogged my optimism 2 death and called every last one of his bluffs? do you not feel? care? consider? love? yes love...love i said...but on contemplation, might i presume to say that jealous mistress...deceiver of nations; the most cunning of all lucifer's minions...the tormenter who promises warmth and happiness...truth, sanctuary -- convinces you to put a guard or 2 down, no longer be wary...agony is born out of naivete.

they say suffering breeds character....

if so, i should have enough to share w/ a nation or 2...and still have leftovers to go around...

--silence--

the wind is talking.




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"cuz this is no sell out
it’s a cell in
which I dwell but it’s not my personal hell
cuz it’s minimum security and I can come and go as I please
and I please my paper with ballpointed indentations as I unleash my frustrations
and think—when did hip hop become a nation?" -- RatPackSlim

i wanna reply to this in some way..

i'll be back.

"if i was muslim, perhaps i'd look 2 the east...scared 2 reach out 2 christ for fear of rejection...rebuked for failure and a fractured past i now walk a fractured path, my soul fractured into halves..."

u make it seem so simple, bro. every time u are fluid as hell. rock rock on...

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just breathe
thass what i keep tellin myself
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my AIM name is RatpackSlim
my e-mail is ratpackslim@hotmail.com
thass my MSN addy too
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Domepome Poets--the Dopest Poetic Prophets...

This is niceness curled in fetal position -- wrapped in pain!









"Men always want to be a woman's first love, women like to be a man's last romance" -- Oscar Wilde



"God is a comedian, playing to an audience too afraid to laugh." -- Voltaire

"if i was muslim, perhaps i'd look 2 the east"

that line, stuck out to me..
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"Let me show you/ what yuh missin' everyday.
once I get you/ you ain't neva' gonna walk away,
'cause I got more than just a dick and some money/
girl I wish you were here"

-Raphael Saadiq & D'Angelo


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Make way for the Domepome Poets

and he talks about me!!! this is definitely a read and a half, man. u put this ill spin on pain that grasps me. personally, it brings back memories and i find myself pullin for u when i read a piece like this. good showing. PEACE AND BLESSINGS



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dagg, you know...i created a chapbook in 2000 and this one lady that bought it told me after she read it that if she didn't see me everyday at work, she'd have thought i committed suicide...but though most of the pieces dealt with adversity, if she paid attention i always left a glimmer of hope, of refuge, of overcoming whatever held me back somewhere in the piece...

that is what your piece reminded me of...for you do have an "...unbreakable spirit..." no doubt...and i used to tell myself all the time, that pain makes me grow wise and i want to be wise so i will endure this hardship and these wounds that continue to seep, that lost ones continued to pierce...for my spirit was that of endurance...word...i digged your piece Fonetticus...your words always are metaphoric and eloquent and always make me want to see through your eyes so i can paint the pictures you see. word.

1 L O V E

peace and blessings unto you...
always,
anita j.

the wind speaks
whirling circles of thought
that wrench away wings of
indecision like cheap umbrellas
and complementary balloons.
let its quick-speak unravel
you from that familiar shawl,
show you the world naked and
prepare you for return to eden...
you feigned knowledge of sweet and sour,
stripped griot you now know Dire,
have slept in his bed and worn his clothes,
felt his Miss.Ery, reason extremity to pinky toe.
so now... take to the roof and listen
to the wind speak its true charms.
hear its warnings in midst of brainstorms,
or as its coils cool the warm rays
of the sun—wind supported
water walk of God’s only son.
walk your fractured path with
airstreams for levitation, let them meander
within cause soul soothing meditations,
lest you re-dress (regress), soul heir of Dire’s nation.


the wind soothsays:
let the world prepare for your second coming


peace,
~p~

e-mail: ptcrop01@stlawu.edu
AIM: okaypoet219

I actually wrote something last night called Blaspheme that sounded a bit like this, but more harsh.. I read it to fahim, and.. well.. let's just say.. it sounded as if... I wanted to hurt someone.. while reading it.. cuz it was that.. powerful...

if i was muslim, perhaps i'd look 2 the east...scared 2 reach out 2 christ for fear of rejection...

~this should be a commandment: thou shall not fear thy GOD.


rebuked for failure and a fractured past i now walk a fractured path, my soul fractured into halves...

~even if it wasn't intended I could imagine a soul../your soul breaking in two... vividry (vivid imagery)

the contrast...is stark like night and day...flee from me, oh merciless phccing despair

~ahem.. shake the devil off? the line above me reminds me of that saying for some reason.........

Keep writing it out... You'll be rid of it one day..... Peace~

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ms_mind@excite.com

think of the now ©mindful
Fa-(amazing)-him

Word!!!-- Your words always reflect an intimate knowledge of pain
No Doubt! Doubting everything while desprately holding on to a ----------- nothingless truth and
Damn!!!-- Damned while living still damned to die only to live ----------- in eternal damnation unless
Peace!!!- You can find peace in a piece that describes why

Just 4 words I found chanting while I read this

"Hope is a dream I over sleep for"

Just another thought....dont give up bruh

"A mistress is only as powerful as your desire for her"

was displayed very well..

>sumtimes...
>
>sumtimes...
::^:: imagined a sigh in between these lines..opened the piece very well.

These struck me ::

>happiness is a swallow
>-- flitting around me and
>often, coming within inches of
>my outstretched hand

if i was muslim,
>perhaps i'd look 2 the
>east...scared 2 reach out 2
>christ for fear of rejection

>have you
>not flogged my optimism 2
>death and called every last
>one of his bluffs?
::^:: EXCELLENT!

Wasn't really feeling these tho:
>...wraps
>me from head to toe

I believe u said enough with line before it with "envelopes" involved.

...for
>but a fleeting moment

Works very well with the swallow reference..but within the entire piece doesn't seem like your voice..*shrug*


Ending was solid..held a lot of weight .

Keep ya head up man..despair aint got nut'n on you..you too damn brilliant.

*dappz*
~respect~
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"Save the Bullshit for the farm...Asshole"- DanjaRuss

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"cuz this is no sell out
it’s a cell in
which I dwell but it’s not my personal hell
cuz it’s minimum security and I can come and go as I please
and I please my paper with ballpointed indentations as I unleash my frustrations
and think—when did hip hop become a nation?" -- RatPackSlim

has already been said...


uppin in the name of brilliance..
:)


~*HottLykeFiyah*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
(AIM & YahooIM name: KentuckianKween)
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"In my house feel free to dance like it's May, but there's a lotta old bills I gotta pay.." --Res



the sig is done.

I love this piece, your pieces always seem so sad, the emotion was felt, thankyou,


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"it's just a point of view people" (c)- Tisha


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AIM: understandTisha

your piece
had an enjoyable "diary-like" honesty to it.
a truly engaging read.

write on

peace
ladee





(=0=+)-9&*(&*+!+_@(__+!_~(+{_#)(@!+!... ((the separation between the sig and the message

so ive learned my lesson this time. i will no longer trust, and feel, and dream. i will wait. i will be patient. then i will decide...i will be strong, and refuse you.

"So shed your skin for me. Let's pull back the covers. There's so much about ourselves. We've yet to discover. So won't you let me in to the corners of your mind. ...So I stand before you now. Faulty but not broken. Fragile like the break of day. And sometimes sad like words unspoken. But I'll let you in. I'll let you in to the corners of my mind." (Nikka Costa)

"All About Love: New Visions" (bell hooks). currently recommended book

"Hedwig and the Angry Inch" (currently recommended movie) ...not for the faint of heart.

Demanding more respect. Making more gains in self-confidence. (current goal)

"I salt my breakfast eggs. All day long I feel created." -Annie Dillard

"Even the smallest victory is never to be taken for granted. Each victory must be applauded, because it is so easy not to battle at all, to just accept and call that acceptance inevitable."- Audre Lorde

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-MAPS!!! (many thanks to TseTse)

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have you: hugged your mom today? (do it)

be good...peace

.....take me away.

i've been goin through some shit recently myself and one of the things that one of my loved ones told me was that "you can't see a candle under the bright sun. it takes a dark room" dark and scary......i could see your light in the darkness of this piece....



kayper
kayper@kayper.com
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www.kayper.com (one day)

We walk the path forever. Why not walk
it together? - Me

"sometimes I write
with my eyes closed
so my heart
can recieve dictation" - LexM

And we’ve been drinking coffee for a while now, and I see in his eyes there’s something deeper than.. those scars on his arms.. which kinda makes me wanna hold him in some obscure way to cure him. It’s pretty clear, in the couple of hours we’ve been here, this boy is lying in a shawl that needs to be washed, and cleaned and hung out to dry. And maybe.. lost. Consequently I havent said much to help, just nodded and flicked the ash from my cigarette somewhere in the region of the tray. But that’s what I never do, I make little motivation towards helping a person, even though it seems like the only thing I really want to do, I just get more irritating to them until they understandingly.. leave. But this guy, this guy seems to be tryin to handle too much at one time like a baby with 3 warm bottles, fully aware that 2 are just getting colder.. and colder. Can I only tell him.. we can only do so much?

You are something I cannot touch. i'm sorry.




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mirage and reality merge in love

the stars are filming us for no one ~ Carol Ann Duffy



aim:OrangeLoni





or maybe i was just a girl_ashamed.

"...happiness is a swallow -- flitting around me and often, coming within inches of my outstretched hand..."

I feel you, dawg...to be swallowed my despair. I liked that image of the swallow being happiness instead of the despair.

"-- if i was muslim, perhaps i'd look 2 the east...scared 2 reach out 2 christ for fear of rejection...rebuked for failure and a fractured past i now walk a fractured path, my soul fractured into halves..."

contrasts of religion are hype...by the date of this piece, this was pre-good times at church:)

"they say suffering breeds character....

if so, i should have enough to share w/ a nation or 2...and still have leftovers to go around..."

You have so much character, love, and respect for everything, E. You give me your leftovers all the time--God knows that I need them.

nice job, Wordsmith


"When voices are laid,
Choices are made."-Jurassic-5