see it's not that
i don't like poetry
or your words
let me say this
poetic mutha fucka's always got
summin to say
so many words that
fill my ear
my heart may even skip beats
but it was wordz
that i beieved
wordz that made me
give them all my pussy
now dem words fill my mind wit mizery
so it aint that i don't like
your wordz it really iz me
i dropped lines myself
trustin they would come back to me
return to sender is all i see
poetic nicca's make me sick really
always got summin
to say linked me wit Nefertiiti and Ho'es I really don't know
fillin my mind with all kinds of fantasy
so brother don't be weary
it really aint I don't love
those lips that make me wanna sing
all the pain away
it's just I can't take you seriously
so PO fucking etic You are
but this sista's seen to much reality
to believe...hhmph i wish i could
get back the moment i first believed
maybe just maybe
that poetry you speak
would mean something to me...
till then wirdz on paper
n especially passing gums
fall short of where i cummin from
damn, could you write me a peace on that?

@}-,-`-

Somebody touch somebody, tell somebody you love somebody... I love you! Step I love you! Step I love you! Step I love you!

Now send out those love signals...

That's a voice that's been rarely explored in poetry. And you smashed it. Nicely done!


"To be a poet is a condition, not a profession."
- Robert Frost

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Pretty much took the words right out of mouth. Nicely done little piece right here.. good read.

thank you

hippo hypnotize my wordz flies
24 hours later dead fries
live wires tear drops don't drop from dried eyes
ruffed up clicks clapping back between the thighs
don't understand fair play surprise
sending troops form buddha's prize
shadow boxing D.C. lies
shuffling why you want to die
or apply pace makers my
come on girls or my
video vixen vexed tripping in my
own head favorite color red wishing everbody dead my
lordshows no compassion my
heart never skip beats oh my
feet place on yo halo my
in steps great dane'n shepards locate and kill my
story is G i joe or jane this street hoe yoh
her every word i was yoh no fuck it we
can't go what you think i'm slow
placing stick figures in proper places
the devil is my face and every body else so many faces
cheeks rose mary read grace was under the shead
that shit that keeps pigon's fed
a crew of resurrected cold lead
pizz dough boys blend what she said
rock fish a coke bottle but no kiss
thirsting for this

Seems like you took over the mind of a frustrated female -- (demonic posession maybe -- :P) -- and wrote her words that lay heavy on her heart -- A heart *broken by multiple poetic suitors* -- (or maybe just ONE) -- But you expressed the agitated angst and frustration very well!

You Devil You! -- :9

we keep our poetic flows runnin like the streams, yeah nice 1 . .

I am an oxymoron
-xxx

eloquence rides the sea
of your promise to beckon
the truth to aid you
in such peril
your heart bleeds
through my pen
for me to slay the dragon
that kept you for so long
awaken dear soul
tender really
to my song
celestial beings
glide across time
in remebrance
of your warm embrace
once found by a small brook
where you kissed me
the first moment
we met, those lips
dripped pleasure
from my dreams
as I spoke in tongues just to
teach you the meaning
of things held in secret
wars began even in the heavens
just to behold your beauty
never had the face
of such innocence been seen before you
envy came after we danced
among the stars
causing a constellation to be born
these things we found written
on the tables of young lovers
seeking our fortune
found at the end of rainbows
you see dearest after
the clouds are moved
you will see
we made something happen
the second we looked into each others eyes
and that thing can never be quite defined so it is called
L O V E
You see sweet tender one
the veil that surrounded and kept you for so long
fell before my eyes
that I could see you
never will i risk losing you
so hear this whisper
I am sitting inside your thoughts
waiting for you to ask me to reveal myself to you

ASIEM I always enjoyed your words, I've thought em' I know em' but still liked the poem

I'ma take a chance on you today....
brother i spoke to you
in case you did not notice
just to let you know
I am really paying attention
tho i should not break this down
I'ma take chance wit you\
i said mutha fukas always got summin to say
now being the man you proclaim
this went right by you
your response again while
so aahhhem poetic
I sense sincerity in your voice
somehow you just might be innocent
now if that is the case
you reallyn betta think twice
about what it is you are doing
now let me break you off
like you do it

raped molested
disgusted at 10
woke up at 11
and found I measure
pleasure by how much pain
i'm in, simple disguise
hide no surprises
i grew up gangsta
shittin bricks
no half mezzure
little girls dream
i make it happen
no time for sleepin
now 16 a grown weapon
sippin dippin bippin
got highs n ho's slangin
17 babies droppin
1,2,3 daddy's boppin
holla glockin
21 salute kites flyin
still dyin to git mine
slow danced she got me
in a cell beside me
trinkets n commisary
no babies or daddy's
screams inside bars to wide
just creepin they peepin
corner hoppin
now ridin dayz end
9 years later
at a venue smooth playa spittin
his words found me wantin
slept the night away
3 years later H I V
the mutha fucka was gay
so please before you say another word
do me a favor think about how words changed this day...
was that po fucking etic enuff?
poof poof i pass

males beckon
females steppin
boys jerkin
girls lurkin
all the pain
and joy in between
determine
who raises the stakes
for the man and woman change

sistah caint nobody change
what hppened
this aint even a words to say
I understand
it does place
a word
in time
to reflect
the moment
we both got honest enough
to open a door
let another close
and see life again
from a window
an opportunity
to redefine
everything
poof poof i pass...

Nice Drop. thanks for Sharing.
Here's how I relate:



Can’t seem to forget
The Poet
Who spoke words
Of endearment to the still suffering.
Who gave me something I never had before.
So I thought!
His rhythm seems to suppress my thoughts,
Feelings
And desires in myself
That I’ve become
And remain unconscious.
Only to turn and
Wake to the side where He once slept.
How can I feel
when all I feel
Is Love
For real.
I pray for the Self Love.
Self Assurance
Self Esteem
All these things I couldn’t give myself.
Now I pray for deliverance
From captivity of my own mine.
To turn fantasy to reality
To free myself from what if, if only conscience.
To be able to Fly
To Soar
And Sail
One day on my own shirt tail.
Now that's
Poetic Justice

















As soon as healing takes place, go out and heal somebody else. Maya Angelou
No man is free until all men are free.

Jah*lov*all of YOU>>>>

voices
srike
cords
reminding us
of what it is all 4
an obsession at dawn
keeping pace till dusk
overwhelmed in fear
only finding distrust
no one wins after
heartache
minds find no ease
in seeking instant relief
there just aint no reason
to die if suicide is the answer
what piece is ther on the other side?
a poets pen falls dry....

>minds find no ease
>in seeking instant relief
>there just aint no reason
>to die if suicide is the answer
>what piece is ther on the other side?
>a poets pen falls dry....
Just might be the answer when I have considered suicide
when the rainbow is enuf.
I am ready to die like a lily in the desert/
& i cant let you in on it
cuz am to afraid
it will hurt again/here is what i have,
selfcenteredness/ denial/ resentments/
& so much of it/ it makes me sick.
touch wit reality/i dont know anymore.
i thot i waz doin it
i thot i waz
but i waz so stupid
i waz able to be hurt
& that's not real/not anymore/
i shd be immune/if i'm still alive
and tha's what i am feeling/
how i am still alive
and my dependency on other livin beins for love
i survive on intimacy and tomorrow/
that's all i've got goin
and the words waz like dope
and you knew that,
and still you refused my love
Was not enuf. My love is too delicate
to have thrown back on my face.
So i will die this death only to never return again.
No more thrown backs/Free at last.

As soon as healing takes place, go out and heal somebody else. Maya Angelou
No man is free until all men are free.

Jah*lov*all of YOU>>>>

self obsessions gift
to me eye only see
beyond prison bars
not far past misery
if eye could make the world
revolve around mine
eye could be happy
for a moment
till eye find
another reason
to blame all others
it aint pretty or even cute
no more to watch
pain gain momentum
overtake eyes
that really wanna see
but still remain to blind with reason
a
tear
falls
to
earth
in
hope
of
finding
a
seed
in
need
of
water

this was hot.

i'm really feelin it

good piece

up 4 da cause

This entire thread is fkn dope.

i didnt realize you kept kickin it through out the thread. everything is hot.

entire thread cause miracle moments can be captured by the pen..."Be and It IS"

'What was on the mind'
came out with let me tell you
a good point of view

say word this classic is still in rotation

good looking out okp
((wo))