autumn upon us
like falling leaves on shoulders
bleed red and orange


***********************************

myself is sculptor of
your body’s idiom:
the musician of your wrists;
the poet who is afraid
only to mistranslate
a rhythm in your hair...
-E.E. Cummings

Baby, you know me
Wash summer's sweat off your toes
I'm ready to eat

thanks but no thanks
southern girts gets caught
between blank checks

Freeworld Order
Dangurus Mines

But no hankering
See her grits get caught between
Blank looks and buckteeth

ive come to accept
that i dont even like it
let along, miss it

releasing the ghost
nothing is supported malice
conspires fruit under

tree of life 666
wife is stronger vessel
less mussel sustain

universal components
macro phase in all ages grow
up to be like seed

holding on to pain
clutching tight to bitter woe
compromises love

evil is disguised
as comic book drawings of
babes conquering souls

there is a secret
it will only be revealed
when silence is born

passion decease
win love pricks thrones
roses pedal peace

within kingdoms
fail 2 exist between
colume of events

artistic vision
threw ray charles glasses
i's c beyond herstory

nm

i loved these lines as well

like falling leaves on shoulders
bleed red and orange

*nods*

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Pinwheels and HulaHoops|the book
http://www.lulu.com/content/132318
http://msmind.blogspot.com|the life

La magie, est dans ses yeux.
le prodige est dans son âme.

Since I have nothing
people say I have nothing.
What else do I need?

“He looks like hisself”
Blue and white and Black and black.
Speech. Salute. Pow! Taps.

That day, we ate So
much grapefruit, my lips started
to pucker like, “Daaamn!”

See now, I gots all
my numbas uphea. read. READ!
yea. yea. Naw! Dammit.

Do you remember?
I was there when you were there.
Yalookjusthasame.

“There is nothing wrong
with searching for the best greens.”
Look, just drive the car.

I think you're on to something...

There's no need to cry
--WeLL-- don't fear now.--Nunna that.
YES! Amen. A men.

she said no two times
he thought he heard yes when she
tried to yell for help


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myself is sculptor of
your body’s idiom:
the musician of your wrists;
the poet who is afraid
only to mistranslate
a rhythm in your hair...
-E.E. Cummings

i usta be a
poetess, now im just a
girl that thinks too much

good ideas tainted
panties and bad representations
of sound effects

produce nothing
but unreachable tabloids
juvenile detention

i write what
the rock's have been
waiting to say "B"

tsuj esuaceb-go on i'm just trying out my new pen

i guess i should'nt have
expected traditional
but i still said yes

turtles run risk
crossing finish line first
but without permission

did you spy?
one day the scope will crack
self image of power

found between five fingers
prison notes sketched on bathroom stall
motors lock in need of love

TE-TE
The End - To Everybody

And learn to count.

Pet peeve.

bitch get down on
all fours fuck style i just
get wild and say what i want
got a problem ill rock them
after thoughts of toejam
spam i call you out along time ago
and you was like an afro
falling out
dick rider

come and create a bow tie
and watch you get punched in yo eye!

i don't give a dam about none of you
i shit on post and boast while eating
oats call me mr. feel good i'm happy
popping shit like bubble yum

TE-TE
The End To Everybody

P>S< i tried my soul for a knife i tried my soul to slice
i tried my soul for all those who ever took my shit for gran it
and tried to duplicate it i flying in hell but those who stole
from me is left behind wit no fucking bail because go tell
the supreme government i will not fail and i'm bringing
pharoahs army to spit over yo................figure it ass wholes!

Five-dollar phrase-up
Passive-aggressive-psuedo-
Transgressive poets

Acres of blue ink
Course poems that spill trill spur
Recycled racket

Yes I love sweet toes
But a woman with big lips
Has the best sugar

strangers fire shots
you know you are a big guy
part of me just died

spiders use the web
sick perverts also do to
are spiders perverts?

you dont know me but
take liberties with your words
you really ARE small

and your sig is genius.

peace

stick shift in new gear
Beyond Philadelphia
gravity shortage

baby steps to God
Bus to distant nebulas
logic complacent

tool shed, hammer and nail
universe, meditation
innocent bystander...Bang!!

disrobing orchids
tuck their nudity into
shrivels and sleep bronze

us with angel crust moon waves
and we smile, succumb

over burnt blankets of plush

cold warmth in a hug

sprinting across brains
mount rush more points 2 gate way
space becomes structured

cities build classes
bearing service man's notice
rich clog drain poor flash

hold cell phone magic
and nature condems it's self
4 being a bug

liter

wonder why ya'll nigs
don't reply to my shit
Guess i lost my love



just something abstact i thought i'd write



www.myspace.com/marijaneraps

plum leaves fall from
small town girls I loved afar
city drizzles midautumnal

------------------------------
Something like Eldridge
Cleaver meets John Lennon

jasper touch and go
streets whispers murder breakfast
does eggs come with that?

all runny nose flu
coughing in summer season
make way for foot ball

i love winter time
except 4 all those snow flakes
blowing pipes 2 dust

you cussed at the brother up there when he was just trying to help you.

but

shrug.

these are good:

>jasper touch and go
>streets whispers murder breakfast
>does eggs come with that?


>all runny nose flu
>coughing in summer season
>make way for foot ball


>i love winter time
>except 4 all those snow flakes
>blowing pipes 2 dust

keep at it.

easy.

not words but app-roach
smokes in ash tray kill season
targets ducks resting

v shape one leaves pack
finding public square burger
belly full pot luck

call it success when
your the only one who can
see ending blood shead

but for real that's between me and that bitch
i rip a new whole in his/her chest
take 2 paces backward like a knight in chess
use mr. clean to clean up the mess
pour out a little vodka and say he was bless

on the real i don't like these mf here
i just come here for intertainment
when ever the fuck people want to responsed
i feel like i'm holding all the keys
and i choose no to please
but to leave things as they are

jealousy is a mother fucker! duke
chill wit the applies
i rather not talk on personal levels?

p.s and i'm not you fam dick head

and

where the fk is the 'second'?

when someone types '1st'

then there's usually a second

i scrolled through that entire bullshit like:

1st what nigga?



but eh


if it's a problem, let it be what it is


i'm here

like you already been fucked
thats wuz up
and you need to give up the paxel (little yellow bus) pit spit
2 day old crack pipe spinning in yo throat like an axel all night

librium prozac and ativan
got you snow in sand man grand illusions
step out the way before you catch a few alias contusions
jam on

sentences that have ever made sense under your login

it's almost like that 'special ed.' shit hit close to home...

made you straighten up for a second.

maybe if i say it again then i could actually get through your entire reply

let me try:

timmay.

pondering sucking yo moms tit
so to make it fit i had to hit
and move and catcxh a groove

stay talking and the war lord
going to stay walking on you
insanity for attempting 2 fuck
wit me

an all the dum jokes that shit just float
like you ego during indian summer never
no when i'ma step in wit a punch line
don't blink and it's over mikes coming back

ring king II
TE-TE
The End - To Everybody

and you were in there typing normal

i felt like your fathe...

pause.

i don't know what your home situation is like.
your father might be suing lifestyles right about now

pause.

i felt proud tho.

i didn't mean to make you switch back. go ahead and try to type regular again.

it's a good look.

what the fuck is you talking?
bitch you could never ever ever compare to be?
sound like you took way too many dicks in yo ass
at last from here on out you'll be talking to youself
bitch
rest in peace

TE-TE
The End - To Everybody

I ever saw spin out of a haiku about small-town women.
------------------------------
Something like Eldridge
Cleaver meets John Lennon

i've been ignoring that tough-type shit

because i know that you wouldn't have the heart to even Mumble that shit in my face

but i'll tell you what tho...

3-short lines
1-season word
1-cutting word
no rhyme or metaphor
(17 syllables, 5-7-5)