calling ALL poets/writers/beings with pens:

this is OUR time to shine, as well as put our written talents to work! this post will serve as the the freestyle board's contribution to the okayauction that is in the making. the auction's proceeds will be donated to a charity that has yet to be decided upon. i'll keep this post up until august 28th! then i will attempt to find the best to way compile the pieces in a book format and send it in to Fireband, who is heading the project.

this is how this is gonna work:
- post your best piece here! ONE please! any style, any length, no censorship! check your own grammar..if it isn't important to you then don't!
- included title if there is none i'll assume "untitled"
- include a BREIF bio. 5 sentences or less.
- include the name that you want to be given credit to (screen name, real name, poet name)
- *include shoutouts (please keep short) if room is permitted i'll include a thank you page as the last page. please format as so----> paperdollpoet: anthony, amiia, etc etc.

take your time and search for that best piece this will be here until august 28th!

ATTENTION:
upon posting your piece here you are saying that you are agreeing that you have given me permission to print your poem and include in this "anthology" as well as aknowledging that this is your work.

for info on the auction:
www.okayplayer.com/dcforum/DCForumID1/7943.html


paperposterchildfornothing
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1 out of 3 girls is sexually abused before she is 18.

save our daughters

"the more we learn the more we are, or ought to be, dumbfounded." © author unknow at this time.

www.sheflypaper.com

seriously, yo. i'm for it.

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shakin your block with a 6 million dollar bop

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www.davidevanmcdowell.com

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hate keeps my teeth white

Bio: Amal Shirwa..Young Somali Female,Muslima Lives in the Netherlands,Partime Poet.Enjoys life and what it offers...

Why this poem: I was touched by the personal story of Babuya Oleke, a child who suffered from the scars of war. Within this poem I used actual few phrases of his story to capture the pain and ugliness of such a trauma...

shoutout to: love,life and happiness
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Babuya Oleko
(Dedicated to all child soldiers)
War torn beneath the
The Nile
West of punt land
Beyond the hot smile of the sun

Afrikan boys
Freestyle
To the beat of gunshots

Blood
Rush
Bullets
Dance
To the djole of the djembe's
Blood run
Fast after
Dirty wounds, yellow fever, trench-foot & guilty shock


baby boys masked with fear
Young lords of the left front gear
Fight the haunted spirits


'Check if they are still alive.'


The boy looked around helplessly.


'Pierce the heart!' the officer yelled

Kill, killed, killing

Blood rush
fill rivers of townships
heads smashed against the hard mud
of mama's hut

KWEI give me your woman.'

But you are only 14.'

Robb her! The soldiers yelled

Rob, Robbed, Robbing

After the hot sun hot
Young warriors young
Speak lost men tongue
And
dream about Uhuru songs







~~~~~~~~~~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?

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hate keeps my teeth white

if i do recall Firebrand's original post, he wanted only material that'd been copywrited, right? does that still hold? r y'all gonna pay 4 copywriting those that get sent in w/out any CW? jus lemme know how it's going down...i'd love 2 help...

papermoderator indeed...lol.

paperrallyin'troops

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"Pimping ain't art...but grabbing guns is?!"
(c) Menphyel

"I've come to realise that I never loved Hip-Hop as a whole,
just a particular era that happened at the same time as
I was actively checking actively for new music."

research copyright prices and standards..

i don't know how it works when copyrighting a rack of folks work under one "book"...as far as if the rights belong to me or what if someone's work is copyrighted already..etc..etc..

and i'll e-mail Fireband and see what I can do...

thank you for the reminder..

paperjustwannabeapoet

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1 out of 3 girls is sexually abused before she is 18.

save our daughters

"the more we learn the more we are, or ought to be, dumbfounded." © author unknow at this time.

www.sheflypaper.com

Fireband got back to me:
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Sure...they can do a poor man's copyright for now,
From: FireBrand
Date: Jul 19 2002
And Casworld media will copyright the book itself...I don't know how that will effect the orginal works...but we will need it in by 9/15/02 to be able to copywrite it for ya'll
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I've inboxed Fireband back and asked if all rights for the works will still remain to the original authors..

i'll post that response when it comes..

so far so good...

we'll make this happen one way or the other..

DAMN THE MAN!

shepapertheonewhoputthesatininyourboxers

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1 out of 3 girls is sexually abused before she is 18.

save our daughters

"the more we learn the more we are, or ought to be, dumbfounded." © author unknow at this time.

www.sheflypaper.com

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1 out of 3 girls is sexually abused before she is 18.

save our daughters

"the more we learn the more we are, or ought to be, dumbfounded." © author unknow at this time.

www.sheflypaper.com

lei, you know my memory.. please keep reminding me..






I can still feel the chill
I reveal my shame to you
I wear it like a tattoo
© Sade

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my work
http://meetmsmindful.wordpress.com
http://www.lulu.com/content/7598631
http://evan-roth.com/grey.php

I understand the copyright issue, what I'm confused about is where do we post our works? will it be here in this particular subject title?

Thanks.

"I've got hundreds just like you, and I'll have a thousand 'fore I'm through." -- Johnny Cash

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1 out of 3 girls is sexually abused before she is 18.

save our daughters

"the more we learn the more we are, or ought to be, dumbfounded." © author unknow at this time.

www.sheflypaper.com

how do you go about getting something copywritten? if it's not a quick answer, i'll just research it myself.

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"I can't promise I'll try. But I'll try to try."

but you can still put your work in the collection b/c casa Media will copyright the collection for us.

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1 out of 3 girls is sexually abused before she is 18.

save our daughters

"the more we learn the more we are, or ought to be, dumbfounded." © author unknow at this time.

www.sheflypaper.com

We will copyright the Anthology itself to prevent piracy, and we will also log an ISBN to help out as well. We wanted copywritten works so YOU feel safe in that CasWorld wasn't going to steal anything from you. Which we aren't. This has a chance to be a big live event in the ATL, and to be sucessful on-line...here is your chance to be seen by the world.

Good luck, and good writing.

Thanks for your help...all that submit will have a vote on the final cause that will be supported. The voting will be done on-line when the auction opens this fall.

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avatar?
Gregory Issacs...the man.

" If we can't learn to live together despite the turmoil of past generations we are doomed." -Stern

"Why is the country run by an ovbious idiot? Why is New Edition trying to make a comeback? Why are a lot of women attracted to thugs with no potential in life? Who shot J.R.?
Why can't I find a woman that knows how to make Lemon Meringue Pie with the little Nilla wafers around the edges? And more importantly, who in the fuck left the gate open?" --Jarek James.

"And where today is the stable community that would sustain such a couple, where one can be both poor and diginified and raise one's children with decency and hope... If the answer is education, does our society adequateley provide that tool of self-improvement to the less well off?"-- Sidney Poitier

" I'm not mad 'cus I'm losing! I'm mad 'cus I don't know how to win!" --Kevin Curtis Daniels Jr.

"And herein lies the tragedy of the age: not that men are poor,-all men know something of poverty; not that men are wicked,-who is good? Not that men are ignorant, -what is Truth? Nay, but that men know so little of men."
W.E.B. Dubois

"Slaves got options...cowards aint got shit." --PS
"Once upon a time, little need existed for making the distinction between a nigga and a black—at least not in this country, the place where niggas were invented" -- Donnell A

please forward all information there. Thank you.


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avatar?
Gregory Issacs...the man.

" If we can't learn to live together despite the turmoil of past generations we are doomed." -Stern

"Why is the country run by an ovbious idiot? Why is New Edition trying to make a comeback? Why are a lot of women attracted to thugs with no potential in life? Who shot J.R.?
Why can't I find a woman that knows how to make Lemon Meringue Pie with the little Nilla wafers around the edges? And more importantly, who in the fuck left the gate open?" --Jarek James.

"And where today is the stable community that would sustain such a couple, where one can be both poor and diginified and raise one's children with decency and hope... If the answer is education, does our society adequateley provide that tool of self-improvement to the less well off?"-- Sidney Poitier

" I'm not mad 'cus I'm losing! I'm mad 'cus I don't know how to win!" --Kevin Curtis Daniels Jr.

"And herein lies the tragedy of the age: not that men are poor,-all men know something of poverty; not that men are wicked,-who is good? Not that men are ignorant, -what is Truth? Nay, but that men know so little of men."
W.E.B. Dubois

"Slaves got options...cowards aint got shit." --PS
"Once upon a time, little need existed for making the distinction between a nigga and a black—at least not in this country, the place where niggas were invented" -- Donnell A

Okay, I think I wanna post a poem.

I shot the bebe gun.

if anyone particularly likes one of my works....let me know because I would like to be included. I just can't decide what to include.


♀¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤♀

don't be fkn evil.

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1 out of 3 girls is sexually abused before she is 18.

save our daughters

"the more we learn the more we are, or ought to be, dumbfounded." © author unknow at this time.

www.sheflypaper.com

i'm hot

im confused
didnt this say:
post ur best peice here
i came ready to write
where do i post my best peice??
come on...

paper where ya at..
makin me look like a paper chaser. hehehe
wildout

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1 out of 3 girls is sexually abused before she is 18.

save our daughters

"the more we learn the more we are, or ought to be, dumbfounded." © author unknow at this time.

www.sheflypaper.com

Who is Anita J.? Metaphorically, she is the embodiment of a seed
cultivated, blossoming thoughts, ideas and dreams
inside of strong spirit that refuses to surrender power
to the night...Poetikkally, she is..." Queen, Mother, Earth and Moon amalgamatively..." ...and
Personally, she be a truth seeker, a scribe,
a baby on this spiritual journey, an aspiring
half of a future essential foundation and
at very least, the personification of PEACE.

WILDOUT--- a hungry pupil, rhyming to breathe, climbing to see, but picky on how i get there.. i am a scribe, in an industry that is at war constantly becuz it revolves around kings
i write to breathe, and breathe to write, so i may exist
and teach my daughter isis everything life has given to me...1ne
(what is this a personal ad...shittt...peace okfam)



"RISE" by AnitaJ & WILDOUT

as the..
sun rays
dance down
to the soil
which my soles touch
the warmth in my soul blush
on a foreign land
where i concieved my conception
of what it means to be a part of humanity
where i recieved the directions given but not followed
this land does not belong to me, it is rich and not hollow
as long as it can still breathe
some see,
the conclusion was to keep it diseased
dry the flowers on an upside down canvas
achieve superiority over torn flesh
power over a dead world, which leaves you where you began
with power over yourself, what is it that you dont see?
stop allowing them to force feed you all this greed
like a bad meal you tryin to eat to impress "good company"
when insititutions form, do we forget our independant respect?
if you can't trust what i'm saying then..
some take my kindness as weakness,
some hord the pig feed while i survive on scraps of sweetness
there's no point to be found struggling against yourself
nations are only formed by allowing independant self-clarification
fuck public examinations, stand lookin into a mirror
wonderring what their goin to be sayin
dont you realize it's you that you need to be facing??

contemplation
of a crumbling corrupt nation
dilapadation of the temples
of our exteriors
a shoulder that seems inferior
too weak to carry
all the boulders
that life keeps adding onto our loads
travellin' down roads
some of which have left us reaping fruitless crops
so we stop
consider where we're headed
take a look around 360 degree angles embedded
in the cerebral map we glance at whenever we become lost
how easy that is when judgements are cast
and we can't see the real cost
of what it's doing to one another
lashin' verbal attacks on each other
but your reflections the same as mine,
closer than a sister or brother
more like that divine spiritual essence
can't front like i don't recognize that presence
in every living being
but it's our eyes that lead us to mistrust what we be seeing
so who you fighting against really?
when it boils down to the ground
the acid you spittin' becomes your own mourning sounds
that you hear in your darkness, your own cries through the night
stop hurtin' yourself by hurtin' others
end the cycle and find your path to the Light...

life is a dream
i wake up concieved in
sweatting my ass off
trying to pass off the tragedies
that i claim are not
indirectly effecting my trains of thought
why do i lie?
i dont even go to church any more
but i sit under the trees and cry..
speaking tongues that have traces of where my real heart resides
where walls are victim to defamation
and words are victim to fall dead, if they dont attack everyone who enters their premises
still i stand a pacifist in action against the nemesis
damn

transformations left me with a new perception
my body became the temple that i worshipped inside =ing my ressurection
i began to keep 24/7 in my heart the place where my Creator could reside
and hell i still cry
cuz life is still amass with burdens
and though i'm still strugglin'
still moving through obstacles
still facing adversities,
fears and the worst of my own insecurities
I'm still alive with the breath and strength to keep fighting through
Cuz this world is a battlefield
but we're armed with experiences laced with lesson-filled jewels
that'll bring us wisdom and truth to help us on our pathway
can't give up no matter how rough be the terrain
keep elevating
keep maintaining
keep breathing life energy
cuz it's our choices that'll determine
when our hour glass's sands will cease
RISE

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1 out of 3 girls is sexually abused before she is 18.

save our daughters

"the more we learn the more we are, or ought to be, dumbfounded." © author unknow at this time.

www.sheflypaper.com

my yet to be written best piece..

entitled : "Heaven's Panties"

~respect~

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"..if One Man's amazin..pray tell, where does that leave You??"-D/russ

peace,
~p~

AIM: seraph219
okaypoet219

"on this occasion i shall play the flute.
play on my own backbone." (c) v.v.m.

peace,
~p~

Hello, my name is Shadrach Kabango. I'm a 20 year old student/emcee/writer/a lot of things... I love to write and hope to one day become the better part of myself... best luck to all and in everything... Peace...


Our colors range from danger signs
to shades of benign grace
from undefined space
to the shade of the divine's face

people and time shapes
the place
the color line breaks
the meanings we assign
and the way we define race

like what's black?

are we 40 swiggers with gats?
and gats with triggers?
these triggers just
triggers bigger stats
facts and figures

perhaps, blacks are niggers
or just the future forcasted
cuz fact is, many figure
that those tracks
that they're diggin are black

but is black just a singer
with a river of charisma on wax?
or is black bigger than that
picture of black cats

perhaps black's an enigma
with a stigma attached
and that's wack

but that's fact
track that through history
and back, it's a black mystery

was it is to be
consistently black-listed
from Tom's-to-the black-fisted
black is at the bottom
of ever social sta-tistic

or lost in a black-hole
with black souls
trapped in the black-mold:
fast-talking, talented black-gold

our perception
of a dark complexion's
marred with question-
marks and lessons
if we start reflection
on this smart deception

we can tear apart connections
of black to evil,
black to people
that lack cerebral abilities
and are slack and feeble

black is equal
black is peaceful
black and white aren't distant
if u know that every black or white
individual's different

still this system
seems plagued by these distorted black facts
and so black's,
still an enigma with a stigma attached
and that's wack

that was excellent, man.

do you perform that?

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shakin your block with a 6 million dollar bop

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www.davidevanmcdowell.com

not yet... not a lot of places where i could around where i stay!!! Thanks for the props, though... i'm starting to take writing more serious, so i really appreciate any feedback... peace...

nice introduction to the boards... i'll be lookin for more outta you.

peace,
~p~

AIM: seraph219
okaypoet219

"on this occasion i shall play the flute.
play on my own backbone." (c) v.v.m.

peace,
~p~

thanks... and please check up on my posts anytime... peace bro...

that was my reaction...holy shit! lol...that was dope as i dontknowwhat...thank u for that joint.

__________________
http://twitter.com/theloniousfunk
http://havetravelled.blogspot.com
http://instagram.com/arsonwelles

“Be uncomfortable; be sand, not oil, to the machinery of the world.”
- Gunter Eich

great idea. there are a lot of drop dead amazing poets in these parts. so here goes.

i don't know if it's my best, but it's my favourite.
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I TRIED

I saw the silver flicker
As it tore apart your flesh
Deep rich
Mahogany strength
I bled
As you breathed your last breath
You cried
As I died in your arms
In my mind
Your soul seeped through that hole in you skin
And I tried
I tried to push it back in
But I just wasn’t strong enough
Wasn’t fast enough
To stop time
And that metallic ball of hate
From entering you
Puncturing the part of you
That loved me
I tried to gather your love
But it was too thick
Too heavy for my hands to grasp
I’d been to stop it’s flow forever
But the more we grew together
The more your heart stretched
Until not even faith
Could keep fate
From busting through the door
He’d been knocking for awhile now
But I know you tried to ignore
His sounds and stares
And mine too
But how long did you think
You could dance around his bullets
When he shot me during our 2nd tango lesson
How thick was the shield
That covered your eyes and ears
---Excepting my white lies
Instead of the black truth---
Certainly not thick enough
Because that black ball of fate
Blasted through your flesh
Like sunlight through the water that was left
From the storm I cried
I cried
As I hovered 6 feet above us
Watching myself die in your arms
I tried to return your soul
But it was all around me
In me
I stole you
As I stole kisses from another
I stole us
And that black ball of lust
Was a ticking time bomb
That blew up in my face
And now I was left
To clean up the hate it created
And I tried
But your love was everywhere

«·´`·.(*·.¸(`·.¸ ¸.·´)¸.·*).·´`·» «·´¨*·.¸¸..¸¸.·*¨`·»«·´`·.(¸.·´(¸.·* *·.¸)`·.¸).·´`·»«·´`·.(*·.¸(`·.¸ ¸.·´)¸.·*).·´`·»«·´¨*·.¸¸..¸¸.·*¨`·» «·´`·.(¸.·´(¸.·* *·.¸)`·.¸).·´`·» «·´`·.(*·.¸(`·.¸ ¸.·´)¸.·*).·´`·»«·´¨*·.¸¸..¸¸.·*¨`·» «·´`·.(¸.·´(¸.·* *·.¸)`·.¸

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http://omidele.blogspot.com/
http://rahareiki.tumblr.com/
http://seatofbliss.blogspot.com/

First of all this post was an excellent idea.....
I have too many pieces to choose a best, besides IMHO most of them suck! *lol* ... so I ust picked one that I REALLY felt in my heart when I wrote it..... certainly not my best, but it meant a lot to me at the time....

Domestic Silence

She has died this night……..the date is not important
Just know they’ve been together for about a year
She was not the first one killed
By this murderer holding no guilt
But tonight his burning anger shall extinguish her flame
And in his possession, her soul shall wilt
Voiceless words of rage spoken by his cold eyes
Re-tearing a lifetime of healed lacerations in her self-esteem
Still this mockery never felt so welcome
Sarcastic love is better than none at all
Take it as you will, but it’s the only love she’s ever known
And so instead of taking a stand, she allows it to progress
She’s sure he’s a good man that loves her, he’s just under too much stress
Others will try to convince her to run away & just leave him be
But they don’t truly understand, they can’t see all his good qualities
Their not in her tunnel of vision, & thus can’t see the light
Just because his actions make him wrong, doesn’t make me right
If you were as close as I am, you’d see past his temper to the real man
The one that’s loving, caring, & has a gentle hand
(But she has yet to notice that the hand is now a fist……)
She thinks, “I don’t mind that he doesn’t give me flowers” with a silent sigh
But this changes suddenly as his first blow causes a black rose to bloom around her eye
Gritting her teeth she bears it, cause this is her best friend
And this pain over time she’ll actually learn to take pleasure in
So after this fateful night she will never be the same
This one accepted act of violence would leave her forever changed
And though he won’t kill till many years later
With one too many blows to the head
tonight both he & she will fail to recognize the fact
That actually, she’s already dead……….
-KnowOne

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"Too weird to live.... too rare to die..."

IG: KnowOne215 | PS+ ID: KnowOne215

KnowOne aka William Crabbe. 24 yr old M from Philly.
Much love to all the OKay-Fam......
KnowOne@excite.com

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"Too weird to live.... too rare to die..."

IG: KnowOne215 | PS+ ID: KnowOne215

My Name is Dehejia Maat Waterlily
Poetry is the air I breath. I'm a Poetic, Kamitic, Deep Rooted, Original Earth Woman representing DC.I also am a co-host for the Cyphers Corner (www.thecypherscorner.com), a show for by and about poetry. I have been a featured artist for Groove Gumbo, WHUR (fm 96.3), WPFW (fm 89.3,), WOL (am 1500). My poetry constantly graces “The Flow”, a neo soul station on XM radio. I have traveled from VA to Canada doing my poetic thing. Opening sets for Gill Scott Heron, Fertile Ground, Julie Dexter, Jazzfatnastys, Shirley Horn, Marshall Keys and Winnie Mandela. I am a Poetess, Teacher, Singer, Dancer, Play-write, Artist, and Lover of all things natural. I am known in different places as Dehejia, Soul Sista #1, Madawaka, and Keeper of the Forest.

Shouts out to my ansestors, my King Rush, my brother Jamal, and my best friend Kiona, www.illpoets.com, poetology.com, 4luvofpoetry.com, okayplayer.com, the whole U st crew, Derrick Witfield, Komplex, the whole B-more crew, Raheem and Ellington for being an inspiration, my favorite singers/poets Sade, Stevie Wonder, Alice Walker, Eloise Greenfield, Langston Huges, Nina Simone, Billy Holiday, Bill Withers and Zap Mama. And to my friend Gill Scott Heron, be strong and balanced brotha, you will be out soon.

Title: My lost soldiers

Sometimes I walk down these streets blindly
Daydreaming bout
Marcus, Malcolm, Bobby, Huey, Martin
And Toussaint
Soldiers Soldiers
I want so much more than what I see
Hanging round the block
Slinging poisonous rocks
To the deranged
Lost
Tossed to the toxic
Wind my brothers are
Seeing so much evil in eyes
Causing me to disguise
My reality with dreams
Seems like their ain’t no soldiers left
Soldiers Soldiers
All I hear is talk
Walking instead of marching
Starching their white shirts
Going to their corporate jobs
Bogged down with the
Weight of the world on there
Shoulders
On shoulders
Where are all my soldiers?
Boulders of nonsense in your
Briefcase
You chasing pipe dreams
Seems like to me you ain’t
Climbing the ladder
Rather they climbing up over you
Brotha brotha
I’m dreaming
I’m dreaming
That you would wake up, wake up
And become the soldier you were meant be
See if you can save our world
Soldier
See if you can cause some freedom to unfurl
Soldier
Emitting revolution from your head to your tightly laced up boots
Soldier soldier soldier
Shooting down all the white houses
Tearing the roof off…..
Then I come back
I realize you still wack
Ain't packing nothing
And I go back to Martin, Marcus, Malcolm, Bobby, Huey,
And Toussaint
Love fills my soul but I still wonder where have all the soldiers gone
And when are they coming back?

(c)Dehejia Maat Waterlily

All praises to the Ansestors that light my way though the darkness

www.illpoets.com

but my first and favourite....
My name is Tracy aka Semloh to most. Early twenties female from the state of Mississippi. Not much to tell, but hey, I hope you like it...
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SouleMate

Soule…mate
I wantoo be part of your
soule…mate
walking up the way to a star-filled soule-ar
that is your
soule…mate
Asin
checkmate
Asin
chess
Asin
the strategical movement of your gentleman-like
freakiness across my board of life
U know I wanchu…to give me injections of sublime
erections that make me dance…
As my ancestors of Africa on their native land
It ain't eezee beein cheezee
but
getting rid of
the sensation
that is the essence of
U…
is like Saturn trying to get rid
of that
damn belt that wraps around its heavenly body-
that envelops its
soule…mate
A friend
once preached
that
we all need to get some
religion à my beeattitudes
Blessed are those who rejoice in love
Blessed are those who unite in poetry
Blessed are audio-inept, for they shall gain knowledge
through spoken word…
I
am love
I
will be your poetry…
Bless me with you
spoken wisdom…
Make love 2 me like
you do your words
Unify
us in
mind
body &
soule…mate
I wan2 B near your…B-N…2 B a part of…
I wan2 B Ntertwined with…
one with…
I wantoo B your soule
Hell…
you may not know it
but
U R my
soule…mate

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Feels good to be home. Damn, I miss DPP!
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So. I told him:
I might love you...and he said
I will love you too--when "you"
get back.

The DPP Fam, Sosha/Poetic Flux (Traci),and Tre. You all were instrumental in making me who I am and how I view things today. I love you all...also can't forget my other peeps: Stacey, Toya, Sherlynda, Sophia, Cassandra--you all are my girls forever. Mal--you are more important than you will ever understand....

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Feels good to be home. Damn, I miss DPP!
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So. I told him:
I might love you...and he said
I will love you too--when "you"
get back.

It may be too late to post this but it's worth a shot...

(Ergobliss)
forget reality
we'll meet up in the middle of my fantasy
and listen to time while he drops his hat on the street corner..
just so he can make some money
and live a bit better
off singing love melodies..
and if i could
just pack up and fly away..
give up and live by the words of another day
i wouldnt even if i could
cuz i'd rather be here with you then misunderstood
and i've turned my life around for good
i've changed..

(Anita J)
...changed my cycle of reality,
see i used to be what others wanted me to be
but life is so much different now
I sing a song that beats the bloodline of my own
Ancient Lineage
From my Past lives ago
Into this present time frame
And I now real eyes that Today, this very moment
The breath that we breathe is so much more important
Than the bitter tasting salts that society's boxes
Forces us to be placed in
I'm choosing to mesh my soul's purpose with your
Spirit's intent and we can bend the universe's outer limits
Backwards into a space where no one's ever been
Tell fantasy his dream's about to soar off into another galaxy
As he and i embark upon the intangibleness of touch

(Ergobliss)
to stand with a rush of passion
that cripples and washes away the dust from past relationships
and i see now that i have found my true happiness
as time continues and falls limp
wonders where its meaning has went
to as lights fade and dim
under a slipped clutch
to grasp our hearts and ties them together
around our index fingers so we'll always remember
eachother..
as we lay in this bed
to the early mornings break
with morning dew to plaster its worth all over my window pains
and blur the suns rays
that creeps along the floor
and lay sound his face..

(Anita J)
as I taste the sweetest juices that come trickling off his skin
the nectar of two heated bodies intertwining
we chart our connections through celestial births
stargazing at our reflections in the blackness of the pools in our spirit's skies

(Ergobliss)
and when we rest
we watch the world take its own course of action outside my windows
as you lay your head on my chest
and we talk in our native tongues and you reveal your stress
and i realize with this love i give
its like a new breath
and if i ever stop
i would find myself dead
or even worse.. fuckin with regret
and living in a world that has never bled

so i close my eyes
with the soothing sound of your breath and words
like a lullaby
to my ears
and sometimes i wonder wut i would do if i lost you
with the fumes you release
i wonder if my heart would cease

(Anita J)
...freeze, minus a beat, halt for a minute or two
maybe more, all i know is what i feel
and that is that your love is like the epitome of
Joy inside my Peace
You bring security to my foundation
Where once my earth used to quake

I used to stand atop a mountain and scream your name
Into the deep valleys of my hollow self
Wondering how long i'd have to be patient before you'd appear
Bringing me back the echoes I had never heard before
Yet no one else can overstand
Or see why you're so important to me...

(Ergobliss)
...they say your not worth it..
but wut do they know..
worth is only in the eye of the beholder..
and as i get older..
i learn that in order to be loved..
you must give it..
not wrap it..
hide it..
and conceal it..
damn i couldnt live without this vanilla sky

(Anita J)
I couldn't live without this melodious blend of ingredients that we've created
Love is the single most important factor in my life
The sustenance that keeps me living, growing, moving
And I am truly in awe
Inspired every time,
You enter my presence
For you are my reflection manifested in another physical temple
For you are forever part of my life...

1 LOVE

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

Purchase my poetry book
The Painted Shades of My Soul
by Anita J online at http://www.buybooksontheweb.com
or by emailing paush@hotmail.com

great. *kicks herself* i dont have a good one, what kind do you want? romantic, bitter, haunting, etc? or is this one big ol throw it in and see which side it lands up?

*********

Not everything is as difficult as you want to make it.

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†come to the park & play with us†

www.uppitynegress.gov

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Kamikaze Genes
____________♌♀
goddess; small g.

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eversprings
exciting the moment
lying dovelike
across the cloud
beauty possessor
loud
vouching companionship
hand-in-hand
our
existing
pricking away
at old selves
queen
sheeba
queen
sheeba
queen
rousing vinca
roots
a mothergun shoot
for those stars
back bonin' it
like d. hold on
love
lurking the underworld
sheba:thunder girl

run my
tounge life
for us
sake

a shaded fantasy
now i know why i don't trust fate

ilovemei

peaces of blesseds
ca
ca
-ressin
my breastplate of kingdom
peace of blessed
ca
-ressin
my breastplate of kingdom
peaces

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Title: Ugly ass mongrels
By: Enoch ( James Daniels Jr)
E-email: gliphic@yahoo.com












And ya can't be a Queen with out a King for long / at lest
back then you couldn't /So time passed / which it must / and
things happened / which they did / The world turned on its
axis pushed by the pivotal question of WHY / And she went
out lookin for a man / Till she meet a man /
A man? /
AMEN !
/ a man /
One of those red boned, gray haired type of
Negroes / They lived happily for sometime / next to the Big
water in the east

RIGHT ON SISTA /
RIGHT ON BROTHA /

And they had a girl Ayodele /
Ayodele ? what in the hell kind of name is that ? / what's it means?/

it's African don't be ignorant / and it means "She who brings joy" / when she
came outside, the sun would turn the temperature down
some so that she wouldn't sweat /
YA don't say/
I do /
The only problem was in this little happy home next to the Big
water in the east was that Ayodele was lonely/ And during
the day she would stand and look out at the Big water/
consequently the girl started to sing/ Thinkin about when
she was young and life in general /But she didn't just sing
she sang /I'm talkin bout a song that brought the clouds out
the sky and the moon inta the reach of a baby's pinky finger
so that they could get a better listen / And men would come
from far and near to hear her song fall from her lips and slip
through the gaps of their fingers and hope the song lingered
in between their ears till the next day/ It just so happened
that it was time for this girl to marry / she wasn't bout to stay
with mamma and daddy forever/
right on
right on/ so you
would think all this attention would be good/ nope/ ever last
one of these brothas was as ugly as hell/ look like somebody beat them with a bat at birth
gorilla babbon ugly / FUGULY as hell ugly


and you seen the children of a good
lookin woman and an ugly ass man.

Babies be lookin like ……fucking mongrels/
Say what/

mongrels


ugly ass mongrels


ugly ugly ass mongrels





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sig starts here.....

When I write I want ta write lovely
Like heavy heavenly palms quality
Words Fortified by King David’s army
Solomon like wisdom expelled from me
how could all this be in one beings body

Needing you
I lay tortured by moments in coal stations
silhouettes cut like paper shapes against my private streets
not knowing if I missed you
I dared not leave the spot of your heralded arrival
Mecca of my dust wrought pilgrimage
into the dark wool of your tresses
where Zeus left memoirs of glory
and want of body on cold shores
the conversations the accusations and the laughter of dementia
resound here
voices are timeless and words hang
lives gather like cobwebs to be torn through and discarded
you my man are well guarded by fortune and providence
feline Chance lays in your lap to be loved and abused by you
like any beggar I will pay for promises
and give myself each day for a shot at night to help me die
these are not words or weary realizations
they are the broken stumble
of the apocalyptic gait I take now tumbling down avenues
down the Boulevard of Saints
they are the lament of silence
lament for the gifts you bring
solitude and a strike at beauty
one candle and one match in the ship's hold so I may look
upon your body as I would gold images
in the constant museum of the unattainable
we all drink this eternal brew
and become manifest in it as
unbound open fugue
our eye is the one eye that sees all except itself
in you is the mirror
needing you like sleep I found the slab of your doorway
your windows dark
and nothing but the sorrow of immobility outside
and nothing but the solace of
no need to be mobile
within

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

"I've been looking
for some kind of an emotional
investment with romantic dividends" - T.Waits


"I can't give you my heart, but I'll leave everything else here to die in you arms, in your morning, like dreams."- (L_S)

"And I imagine...with great pleasure...all the horrible stirrings of the nonmanifested to bring forth the scream which creates the universe. Maybe one day I'll see you trembling, and you'll go into convulsions and grow larger and smaller until your mouth

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um can you explain this post to me
why you post the three lines and what connection,if any, does the stuff about the girls mean

i'm not dumb, just curious

peace and blessings
mei

thats her sig
paperdoll poet is the okhead in charge of this anthology page right here..
so tha post just says what the subject says
then there are 3 lines to seperate the post and her sig
and then she gives her message bout the girls
which if u ask me..
is important as fuck..might add it as my sig too


anyways.

hope that answers it all.

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one ah dem moderator dudes to
"anchor" this post..if it is possible t this point.

oh..and I'll post my piece tomorrow.

-respect-

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"..if One Man's amazin..pray tell, where does that leave You??"-D/russ

but thats okay *in scareface voice*



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Making Love Poem

Now,
I could lay your body down
Unclothed
Silken with oiled perspiration
Resting on mink blankets

I could sing rain poems
While everyone’s favorite
Nag Champa
Coats bedroom air
Like sheets we’re about to ruin

I could make language
Turn tongues
Mixing cussing with religion
Pulling Halleluiahs
From nectar’ed core
Of Georgia peaches

I could tell you
My essence was brimstone
Striking the womb
Causing my earth
To give birth
To fire

I could…
But ah, what that got to do with love?
When loyalty is a cat
Coming home
After pussy footing
‘Cause the sex was good

When young sis licks dicks
On first dates
Baiting Jiggas
To bust Crystal nuts
On chicken foreheads
Or four chicken heads
High and contorted in closets
Manage trios be their innocence
Forever lost in locker room short stories



Nah shawtie…
I ain’t the one for making love-
Physical

If I’m gonna make love,
I’m gonna make love
Real
I’m gonna make it
Spiritual
Like monks on Himalayan Peaks
Sipping spring water
After praising the Sun Moon and Stars
I’m gonna make it last…
Not like Keith Sweat ballads
Or snores and cheese omelets breakfasts
But last like making love jump brooms
As if I were Kunta and she, Maggie
Giving birth to Kizzies
So the future could have my eyes

All I know is, right now
All folks do is make love
Fashionable
Scantily clad rappers, dancers, singers and actors
On channel…yep that’s it,
All of them
And since when you gotta be naked
To sell or drink beer
Or brush teeth
Going from decent
To desen-sitized
I remember covering my eyes
When titties popped out of movie screens
But now we got thirty year old men
“feeling on the boo-hoo-tie”
of our children
raping the beauty from their spines
and snatching age away
like a stolen kiss

Nah boo
Fah don’t make love
Entertaining
I don’t lick clits
Cause it ain’t a body part to me
To me, that’s home
Where it all started,
And that’s where I rest at
I don’t do doggie style
Cause I ain’t a Pit
And she ain’t a bitch
But I will caress black moons
Cascading waves through
Vertebrae electricity
Understand,
What I do for she
Goes beyond words
Beyond sound
And quite frankly,
It’s none of ya’ll business
‘Cause Fah don’t make love
Public access
Telling all my friends
The blow by blow (pun intended)
Ya’ll don’t need to know
If she screamed cried
Sighed or laughed
(cause a brother had one of those days…)
Ya’ll don’t need to know
If she’s freaky, meek,
Loud or good
‘Cause love has no
Adjective, noun or verb greater
So in what words or stories will
You find a comparison?

See folks,
Somewhere along the way
Love got exposed to the Sun
Like Magwi
Turning sex into a gremlin
With suspense repercussions

But to me
It’s more
It’s without connotations
No preconceived notions
See, me and she…
Made love
Out of conversation
I loved her thoughts before I thought of loving her body

And probably,
This planet would rock
In tastier grooves
If we took ours
Into arms and made love
Last…
© Fahim Malik Nassar 26 April 2002

www.anthologyfmn.com

Enter the Written World of Fahim Malik Nassar

The House of Caine (available)

Melancholoy Funk (available)

Tha Anthology (Words 2001-2003) Poetry inspired by OKP and Wash, DC
(available)

The Spook who sat by the Radio Poetry (av

Sketch Artist

Excuse me mista
Can I have a tissue
For my face?
Ma’ nose is runnin…
Thank you…

Can I have some crayons and paper
I wanna draw
I wanna draw my momma
My momma pretty
She always been pretty

Why the white lady over there say
She don’t like my momma
Momma ain’t do nothin to her
My momma got dreams
She a princess
And she always wanted a horse
She keep talkin’ bout it
To Rico, Ms Purty and Daddy
All the time
She want a horse
So when I get big Imma buy her
That horse,
Cause she keep settling for
The one she see
In that burnt bent spoon
An’
I don’t never see no horses
In there, but she do
I think
Cause she always get quiet when she burn the spoon
And she always be nodding
Like she riding the horse
Right then
And he rockin’ her to sleep

My daddy don’t like dreamin tho
Cause he always come home and wake momma up
He just a big strong man
And he be tryin to make us tough
So he hit me and her
But she stronger than me
Cause she take it better
She just go and find her
Horse and lets him rock
Her to sleep again
And she fine,
It’s me that’s weak
But I’m learnin
Cause daddy loves me
I know cause
He buys me crayons
And I color
My favorite drawing
Is when I draw
White lines on my paper
Cause I see
My Daddy and Rico draw them on the table
An I’mma
Be like them when I’m big
So I draw
Like them

Why do you look at me like that mista
Like somethin wrong witcha eyes
Like you’re sad
Are you sad mista?

What color crayons you got?
I wanna draw some more

I wanna draw my big strong daddy
Cause I miss him

Where’d he go?
Well I was walkin home from school once
And I saw my big black daddy
Resting on the street leaning
Against a big green dumpster
I said hi and ran up to him
To hug him
But he was sleep

Do you have any red crayons
I wanna draw the red hole
He had in his pretty blue shirt momma bought him
For Christmas
It was round and red flowed from it
Like it was fresh ketchup
And wine that momma be drinkin sometimes
When she wakes up from her dreams
I wondered why daddy was leakin
But he was sleep
So he didn’t tell me
How to do that magic trick
Then some white people came and put me in a car
They drove me to my Aunt Karen’s house
And said daddy wasn’t comin home no more
And momma went to the hospital
Cause she was sick

I liked Aunt Karen’s house because
She was nice to me
She taught me things
Like how to make men happy
She used to make men happy a lot
And I learned quick
So quick that some of her friends used to come see me
They’d buy me toys and
Give me money
And I liked that

But then Auntie got sick
Do you have any purple?
I wanna color the colors she had on her
Face and legs
She didn’t want me to see her change colors
but the make up she wore
didn’t hide them

I thought it was cool
How she could do magic too
But she didn’t do it long

Do you have any black,
Or grey
Cause I wanna color the smoke
That showed me
How to do my daddy’s
Magic trick
To myself
Cause I made Rico mad at me
Cause he wanted me
To do what Aunt Karen taught me
And he was drawing white on the table
And I spilled it
When I went
Down there
And I was scared that I messed up his picture
And accidentally
Clicked my teeth
And he hit me
He hit me so hard my eyes
Closed
And I fell

He showed me
Daddy’s trick
Because he had it
All in his lap
And pointed thunder at me
Then I had it all over me

Can I have that white back
I wanna draw you
And the clouds

You know what?
I wanna draw
Eleven
But I don’t know how?
Can you show me
I never saw eleven
But it must be nice too

I just wanna color
Cause I like to draw

© Fahim Malik Nassar 19 Dec 2001

www.anthologyfmn.com

Enter the Written World of Fahim Malik Nassar

The House of Caine (available)

Melancholoy Funk (available)

Tha Anthology (Words 2001-2003) Poetry inspired by OKP and Wash, DC
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The Spook who sat by the Radio Poetry (av

in all honesty... that was the most powerful thing i've read in a long, long time, man ... wow...

bio: 27 years old, been writing since the 5th grade..never took it serious until high school|| born, bred and based in the Caibbean island of St.Kitts (Sugar City Baby!!)...graphic artist/web designer/sketch artist/poet/writer..psychologist for me.

hail ups: Babs, Momma, Leyoca, Lau, Al

Poem dedication: Babs, Momma, Leyoca

title: { you made me write this }

isn't it mortally ironic
that it is your eternal
silence
that screams the loudest
in my choir mass
of jumbled thoughts ?

while the preacher
in slow mo
fiddled through scriptures and sermons
i feverishly out ran
his every word
to your finish line

trying to save you
from an afterlife
that held promises and dreams
hostage

surely limbo
had better accommodations
than heaven or hell

nightmares of good byes
slipping out the back door
before hello had awoken
and night whispers to day
to come quickly

light shedding skin
bearing the day's misery

eternal scars
hidden beneath
a make shift tapestry
of smiles and cold silence

designated
online "flasher"

surfers stuck to boards
gazing at my nudity

if only for a minute

so that my pain is cradled
between bewildered eyes
and shared in sighs..
of emotion

as attention spans the screen.

by R.Alastair Browne

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"..if One Man's amazin..pray tell, where does that leave You??"-D/russ

Her womb quivered and spasmed
pain erupted through her body
her fingers clutched the bedsheets, and their tendons tightened beyond her control
Her mind raced one way and another
Finally, as if she'd made a decision, her fingers raised
followed by her arms, and then her torso
those same fingers found themselves punching furiously at the keys of a typewriter
Another labor pain flowed through her
and still she smiled, knowing what she was contributing was just
The report of the keys echoed through the air, distinct like bullets, striking the page
blam blam blam, the machine was her release
Her man whispered words of encouragement
sweat beads fell down her forehead
She noticed that the night had come and beyond their window they could hear the encouraging shouts of the rebels and their bodies falling to the ground
dead before contact, they returned to the dust of their making
She realizes that her feet have fallen asleep
Finally the last bullet letter is added, and she is satisfied
Her husband wretches the newborn from it's safe haven
nestled between the bars of the typewriter
she smiles tiredly
Her greatest work is born
He calls it "The Truth"


16 wishin' I was 25.
Hope to attend Howard University and pursue a career in Journalism.
Takes classes on Philosophy and debate at CASA (Center for the Advanced Studies and the Arts.)
Attends Oak Park High School in Oak Park, MI.

Exodus thanks: The Lord God, TheProdigiousPoet, Mommy, my whole entire family, Antonio Baker, Deeanna, Marcus, Brian, Cassie, Kurtis, Voncaira, Erin, Jessica, everybody at Upward Bound, and Oak Park High. Especially 2004.

šālōm

P.rodigious
S.emplisstech
A.frika
L.aXyDaZiCaL
M.iracleRic

"Lot's wife is now a product of the morton company" -Nikki Giovanni

"An eye for an eye will make the whole world blind." -Gandhi

"Until they become conscious they w

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NAME: Angie K.
BIO: Hailing from Norcross, GA by way of three continents, I began writing poetry the summer of 10th grade in a bid for my sanity. I stopped writing for a number of years until this June when something clicked and I just couldn't stop writing. I also gave my first public reading in an attempt to combat acute stage fright. I am currently working on collecting the oral histories of my people to someday turn into a children's historical novel.
THANKYOUS
angie K: all the poets who have inspired and continue to inspire . . . and my mother.

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THE WRITING PROCESS (in extended metaphor)

paper and i . . we're like two people
accidentally catching each other . . .
naked
for the first time
(cause someone forgot to lock the bathroom door).
uncomfortable with looking at our nakedness,
but curiously transfixed,
we're unwilling to fall too deep
into pools of gazes,
into twinkles of eyes.

but when the awkwardness passes
long sighs of contentment-
deep breaths of each other's scent
intoxicate,
inebriate.
timidly stretching to touch skin
fingers feel on themselves
a natural familiarity,
awed by skin's vulnerable beauty,
it's venerable purpose.
sensations of tracing unique prints
over cross-hatched epidermis,
this,
the irrefutable power of touch,
the arresting sight of meaning
embedded within words.

tongue-kissing in furious bursts
with the finest crafted thoughts,
hand painting magic with the wand of a pen-
strokes of precision and
happy little accidents,
teasing master peaces
or just sweet piece(s).

on flat-pressed bleached-bark,
fondling ideas to neurotic phases
and fellatio or cunnilingus of simple genius;
masturbating wisdom till it cums to the people
cause knowledge alone is just an impressive
trophy fcuk,
but wisdom . . . she is that frontier
that many work lifetimes to reach
but never ever come close to . . .
climax.

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"She who succeeds in gaining the mastery of the bicycle will gain the mastery of life." --Frances E. Willard, How I Learned to Ride the Bicycle


Bicycling is the nearest approximation I know to the flight of bir

Homage to the word:


grrrrrrrl
u weave me
thru
yrself
seamlessly
u breath me
thru yr
space
timelessly
when im in
yr
voice
i
seem
to
flow
mindlessly

and so i rhyme spit shout WORD
til vowels empower me
to
rise up
from my ashes
in flames
of a phoenix
u
deify me

purify me
baptise me in
stillest waters
quench mental fires forge
verbal paths

don't u know's it's like
lava flow hot and
unstoppable u
burn me cold
flowin
chillin

grrrrrrrrl
when u
fell outta the dictionary u
made sounds that spoke to me

verbose
u left me comitose
as u kissed more territory on my ear-th
than the pope
u see

grrrrrrrl
u be
reason for radio
the seasoning to audio
and when music loses purposes
grrrl
yr ass can play solo
cuz
yr ways yr thighs yr
moves yr grooves
are

Hhhhip
like THAT
and
THIS
piece couldn't do justice
to the solstice of your syllables
the resonance of yr sounds
the palpatations of yr perculatin pronunciatin pounds

m mmm.

grrrrrl
when i
glided my
optics
pressin fingers
'pon
nipples 'gainst atlas
...u
moaned for me
i spread out yr consonants
so that yr vowels
could
crone for me
n
whisper
sweet tender vibrations
to the dome baby

grrrrrrrrl
u make me wanna
take my pen
and
ride u
on
bonded paper
spill my ink
in
yr container
and
let
the sharpness of my point
rrrrrip
(baby grip)
thru the layers...

grrrrrrrrrl
u be
patterns to pages
makin spaces for
meditations
carving white spaces with
black decorations
providing inspirations
through repetitions
and combinations

grrrrrrrl
u be bridges between people
sidewalks to freeways
a playground for metaphors
building blocks for similes
subtitles and sidetalk

u be the air that talking breathes
u be the food that thinking eats

the paper be wearin
ur jewels
ringin fingers with o's and
crownin heads with u's
u be
the shapes that intentions hide in
the light that makes the letters speak
u be be the inspiration that poets seek and the
lovers that writers keep

and every time
pen and paper touch
they create new life
u be the beginning the genesis the generator
placin the world on yr accelerator
u be the speed that makes understanding high
u be pandora to misunderstandings
when invisible or unspoken
u be the real crack that marion barry is tokin
and when CENSORSHIP is chokin yr voice
i
sing
redemption songs
through
AAAAAHHs and OOOOUUUMMMs
& rebel chants of Ogun,
do tonguedances of Isis to
drumbeats of oshun
that liberate verses
once deemed as curses
til this ritual becomes a religion
cuz
grrrrrrrrl
u
are
THAT contagious

our ears
are
souls seekin salvation
crowin w/ crucified tongues
bleeding tears cryin
"come save us"

WORD
u
ARE that JESUS
ISIS
YEMAYAH
sojourner garvey &
MANDELA
or Harlem's Shining Star
MALCOLM
u are miles coltraine monk and taylor dayne
diana ross and kurt cobain
u r the fire that rages through pages
of papyrus and dead sea scrolls

grrrrrrrrrrrl
in yr name souls were
bought and sold
but by yr spirit
they were freed

in yr name fires were set
and books were hidden from seeds

in the shadow of yr power
some people fear yr transgressin
dismiss true expression as trash
and pray for empty blessins

but ur language runs free
unlimited by dictionaries and
bright with possibilities
u spill skies into galaxies and
blur borders with heaven
u motivate hatred and love
ur freedom makes the world leaven

and i can shout combinations of u
in yr homage but i'll never fully
reflect yr capabilities

so i shout yr names on the
backs of clouds and
send them off at the speed of sound
blanketting your power around and offering
only
to be yr transmitter
cuz
grrrrrrrl
u weave me
thru
yrself
seamlessly
u breath me
thru yr
space
timelessly
when im in
yr
voice
i
seem
to
flow
mindlessly

.....

"Who need fossil fuel when the sun ain't goin' nowhere"
- Amiri Baraka

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