Yup.....you read right.....March's AOTM is both Blak & Del...a double deadly dose of literary artistry. I don't think we ready. (LOL) Congratz to you both....its been a long time commin'....but I'm sure it was worth the wait. Madd props....you two deserve it!!!!


Keep Flowin'....

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much love.

peace.


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exist in limbo.

"we are accidents waiting to happen" -radiohead

"Poetry is a kind of distilled insinuation. It’s a way of expanding and talking around an idea or a question. Sometimes, more actually gets said through such a technique than a full frontal assault." -Yusef Komunyakaa

"The Black Artist's role in America is to aid in the destruction of America as he knows it. His role is to report and reflect so precisely the nature of the society, and of himself in that society, that other men will be moved by the exactness of his rendering and, if they are black men, grow strong through this moving, having seen their own strength, and weakness; and if they are white men, tremble, curse, and go mad, because they will be drenched with the filth of their evil."

-Amiri Baraka, from "State/meant" in the essay, "Home"

"My love is my soul's imagination. How do I love thee?...Imagine." -Saul Williams

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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

co-sign

This up and coming producer from Philly does all live instrumentation and has a sick ass mix cd out with tight emcees from Philly. Web-site www.ahtakproductions.com Check that shit out and tell me what yall think. Peace.

Famousfarrah.com <--- a webseries I worked on

i used to sleep upstairs from god.

in a small ohio town
on the second floor
of the home
in which i was conceived, born and raised.

he wore a beard
his first name had 5 letters
his surname had 6
his middle name wasn't "h."
but it might as well have been
for all the hell through which i put him
and all the hell from which he sought to save me.

my god was true and livin'
he was blue from livin'
that by-your-collar,
stretch-your-dollar,
clock-punchin',
shift-rotatin',
7 days on-2 days off
existence.

so, he sought heaven in his family
and he created paradise from them.

he woke up each morning next to the only dream he ever wanted to imagine.

he realized his own fantasies with every point and every rebound
his sons crammed into the box scores of high school basketball games.

he accumulated siblings and parents among the townsfolk
who came to love him simply because he was good.

and he tried to pass his version of paradise onto me.

but i'm named for milton,
naturally, i lost it.

not when first phone call from precinct hall asked him to bring bail money for his first born,
or when brew and food mixed to soil his brand new living room carpet,
or even when i gave up on athletics before he was ready to.

no, i lost paradise the day i exceeded god.

it was one of those countless one-on-one battles
when father schools son on how the game is supposed to be played

he let me jump out to an early lead
-as he usually did-
before reigning jump shot after jump shot
on my bald, confident head.

but for the first time,
my eyes looked down at his
and my thighs were stronger than his
and when i pounded the ball against the concrete
backing him further and further into the paint:

god quivered.

spin move.
elevation.
ball.
slams.
through.
hoop.

neither of us had the heart to finish the game;
we both knew the outcome was inevitable
and he knew it wouldn't be confined to that court.

i never celebrated that moment
'cause i never fully believed in it

until years later,
when the old man
stood in my home
supported by defeated knees
admiring the evidence of my own victories:

he smiled

and extended his hand
not to shake mine,
but to ask for help walking to his car.

---i'm here---

"...do what scares you..." -- l. varela

WOW!
Better fasten my seatbelt...cause i think MARCH we're in for some good quality sh*t

great start!

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Men write notes to her music - revion

d, i believe this is the very first poem of yours that i read when i signed up on okp and, for me at least, that makes this start to your double header aotm even more meaningful. maybe if all life's lessons were this poignant we'd get ahead in the game much faster, but sometimes it's the trial and error and the scales falling from eyes long after the lesson's been given that can only make the lesson truly worthwhile. y'know?

peace, bro.

n.

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"I'm a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket and I'm waiting for my rocket to come." - Jason Mraz

"Conformity is the refuge of a stagnant mind."

yes, very good work....

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"I'm stalling in flight
Hovering over horizons
Waiting for night"

"My turn to speak in tongues"
--Photosynthesis

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the... poems to post.... *smiles*


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Great GREAT plot and execution. That's why you're AOTM right... This is definitely damn!worthy.

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õ¿õ? not big brother, but eye AM watching.

While others make plans to smoke, we smoke and make plans. - M. Ramos

Nommo Talking - Tremahne

Pronounced tre-mah-n

I believe this is my favorite flow of yours -- I remember the first time I read it -- It brought a *smile* & a tear to my eyes -- (at the same time) -- ;^)

(((Rainbows & Waterfalls)))

A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence --
I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥

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it never gets old...

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This was damn good. Heh reminded me of that Cosby show ep when Theo was playing Cliff...

Almost every son can relate to that. Good work.

*shit I'm inspired now hahaha*

-Improv!?...he's on that Damita Jo...

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Man up

“Inside every cynical person, there is a disappointed idealist”---George Carlin

christ in you.

-Otto

Congrats DBG and Blak! Wow! DBG, I'm really happy you got it, and Blak, I eat my words and I'm excited 'cause I don't have to wait and anymore and keep voting for both of you until you get it! LOL! Hugs, love, cheers, and respect!

Peace,

N.

NOTE: NOW Y'ALL BETTER RIP THIS!

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"I'm a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket and I'm waiting for my rocket to come." - Jason Mraz

"Conformity is the refuge of a stagnant mind."

Do the damned thing!

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Cop my stuff, mayne!

My first chapbook: "This Chapbook Was Made With Pilfered Office Products" available now - $6.00

My 2nd chapbook, coming in 2007: "Orgasms and Ice Cream"

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I'm just elated!!! -- *smiles*


(((Double my Pleasure)))


And congrates you two!

A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence --
I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥

http://www.soundclick.com/bands/2/photosynthesis_music.htm

congrats Delsbro & Blak Yukonomics!

yaaaay!!


peace
ladee

you know i'm gald this thing went down like it did ....peace playa's ....

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Guess who's Back

..to the both of youse, you deserve it now let the words flow..

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"I'm stalling in flight
Hovering over horizons
Waiting for night"

"My turn to speak in tongues"
--Photosynthesis

http://www.soundclick.com/bands/2/photosynthesis_music.htm

congrats, both of you...

anxious to see what this month brings...especially since i KNOW yer gonna bless us with at least one collab piece,right? RIGHT???

now back to AOTM already in progress.

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Congrats to Del's but its about fuckin time Blak got this.....ive been votin for dude every time except this time and all the sudden cats recognize the talent........shit works in wierd ways..just happy you shining fam..peace to both.

fuck a sig!!!


why MiracleRic thinks me and him clic aight, here's the reason, u real with yours, i am once i bring my guard down, we both stupid as hell, we both got our talents, want a lot of the same things, like a lot of the same things, we both

sometimes,
love is a big ole booger
and you're seven years old-
wise enough to know about the grossness of it,
yet curious enough to be compelled to dig.

sometimes,
you are a booger
dancing with index fingers,
longing to be picked
'cause the cilia that holds you in place
is neither comforting nor comfortable.

sometimes,
you dance with the right finger.

and sometimes,
you just don't get picked.

---i'm here---

"...do what scares you..." -- l. varela

what an analogy! ew! *runs away from the booger pickin' romeo all the while giggling at the silliness* cute

peace,

n.

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"I'm a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket and I'm waiting for my rocket to come." - Jason Mraz

"Conformity is the refuge of a stagnant mind."

But it's cute! -- ;^)


What an analogy?!? -- *whewwww*

A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence --
I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥

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such a poet. i never see u post. im sorry i didnt vote for you.
gosh, this is great.

-Otto

now in de hell is blak?


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ladies!...
gotta sat wassup to the ladies!
they just as niggerish as the next man
look at her
hoodrat with high end taste
moody,not yet mad
bus stop with a dooney and burke bag
cool as fuck
this dirt bag mamma
best believe if faced with drama
momma in y'ass quick fast
with them fake nails
like sis up at county bout to kill
a potential scholar cause she ignored the pill
in a room of about 30
shes like what...30
wouldve been sooner
but the crowd out front had other plans
so in the line she waited
now in the waiting room
now at the time her mind up she made
nah,aint doing this a forth time
thas'niggerish
beautiful brown lil'man will come of age
to a stage of when
upon acres
he'll hear tales of mis momma's drama
when she was niggerish
moody,not yet all mad
saw to the sky
way passed her dooney and burke bag
both have a good laugh
on ma's ol'niggerish ways
aint that somethin'

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me and the fellas would converge and heat up some Hot Pockets in preparation for Rap City.© Roc

dude, getting a response from the folks at freestyle is like watching water boil...© Tek

Mos' def' feelin' this -- FROM THE INSIDE--OUT! -- ;^)


*No Doubt* -- It's a "Black Thang" -- Aaiirrybody can't always unnerstan' it! -- *chuckles*

A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence --
I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥

http://www.soundclick.com/bands/2/photosynthesis_music.htm

one word
5 letters
started the conversation:

"my --gg-!"

"what up blak?"

motherless brothers waiting for the a train to brooklyn
traded science like one was named
isaiah
and the other was named
thomas.

on the platform,
a man whose beard reached to his waist
strummed two different keys of "fire and ice",
a woman collected the scattered contents of a broken grocery bag
flinging her spare arm at a little boy who knew how to dodge an angry hand,
and a cotton-topped couple held hands on a "duro"-endorsed bench
ignoring all of it.

two voices boomed from above
preceeding
two suits who descended the staircase
one sharing a story with the other.

one word
6 letters
ended the conversation:

"and then this --gg-- drove up in an escalade and..."

heads turned.
the motherless brothers rushed the suits.
double glocks cocked.

"what did you just say, motherfucker?!?"

the first suit turned the shade of whole milk
and stammered letters that didn't form any word.

"motherfucker, i asked you a question!"

the second suit hugged the bottom stairs and closed his eyes
jumbling the "our father" and "hail mary" in his head.

when the a train roared to a stop
two men laid dead
and two men fled.

say, word?

---i'm here---

"...do what scares you..." -- l. varela

That was mos' def' a ~DOUBLE BONUS~ -- The storyline behind this pCe was price~less.

Mind you -- I don't advocate violence by any means -- But it's REAL -- And it's how "WE" do! -- (((Forreal Tho)))

A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence --
I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥

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so,ok...why all the violence,mang?ha...its folks like yall that make BK look all crazy,lol...
wow...shouldnt mentioned a fire hydrant at some point...nah,but your a sick writer,dude...

blk

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dude, getting a response from the folks at freestyle is like watching water boil...© Tek

isn't it a shame though, as much as i understand it?

peace,

n.

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"I'm a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket and I'm waiting for my rocket to come." - Jason Mraz

"Conformity is the refuge of a stagnant mind."

Nice...that was crazy....

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moody,not yet mad
bus stop with a dooney and burke bag
cool as fuck
this dirt bag mamma
best believe if faced with drama
momma in y'ass quick fast

were u speaking of this one, blak? I really "really" dug the above lines... Peace~


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lol..

now make it happen

trilla fo oh fo
((wo))

no one is going to survive.

fate may not alert you to exactly what it has in mind,
but it cannot avoid telegraphing that play
that play being the end-
the end of you.

whether or not you'd prefer to pursue forever,
you can't.

you just can't.

and the sooner a person tips his cap to that
the sooner hair will stop appearing as clumps in his hands
and the sooner his roots can begin to grow in the direction of their destiny.

no one is going to survive
the big THIS
but one can try to survive all the little thises
that string together along the way
or one may not want to
for those little thises often feel larger than

l...i...f...e

and living doesn't seem worth the hassle
'cept for the moments that interrupt the little thises
when

l...i...f...e

puffs a person's chest
or pierces a person's sides through their lips and cheeks
or strokes a person's hand to stop it from trembling
and in those moments
the big THIS
couldn't be further away
and the little thises simply go away.

no one is going to survive
and none of us matter,
but were it not for the matter of all
the one you are
wouldn't be here
and here wouldn't be one half
as _________ as it could be
and the halves that need you to complete them
would matter less
leaving less matter of all for the here
to know now
forcing the now to know that it can't survive
without the one
and
the
one
is
you.

---i'm here---

"...do what scares you..." -- l. varela

no one is going to survive
the big THIS
but one can try to survive all the little thises
that string together along the way
or one may not want to
for those little thises often feel larger than

l...i...f...e

and living doesn't seem worth the hassle
'cept for the moments that interrupt the little thises
when

l...i...f...e

puffs a person's chest
or pierces a person's sides through their lips and cheeks
or strokes a person's hand to stop it from trembling
and in those moments
the big THIS
couldn't be further away
and the little thises simply go away.


surely. i believe these are probably the same lines i quoted to you about this piece before... isn't this the poem in which you first introduced the "______s?" Peace~


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>and living doesn't seem worth the hassle
spoke to me. Nice drop.....

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usually i shoot from the hip when i post. gonna do more writing first for this month. thanks for the vote yall....
still feeling my way through this

overdue
my next project to most
will be a debut
every line devised to you
comes across over night success
but nah...
this a dime and a few
pennies of many setbacks
yet that just kept flows in tact,righ'
few sugar sis damp cause of nicca's point of view
my raw subtle
oh f'sho will bubble indeed
my type of tai chi sedates souls
make foes reconsider
ill advised manuevers against the time tested
rally your ears around he who finessed it
you braile mines
those stale rhymes fall flat in the abyss
alchemist over whatevers given
powersteer driven
commadeered authentic long dick
out for pennants
staircase music
for those with a jones for labels
absolut on the rocks for like an hour still stable
this for those who
who saw eviction,steel cable
still able to bang out shit
opposite of frail fables and shit
one of many a mic mechanic
overtime with rhyme
killin'the stagnant
home grown minus the additives
at it again in all black like annakin sky
the black hispanic v.i still doin'it
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dude, getting a response from the folks at freestyle is like watching water boil...© Tek

>at it again in all black like annakin sky
>the black hispanic v.i still doin'it
>yeah


(((U Go Boy))) -- I mean ---- MAN!!! -- *smiles*


This flowed downhill like hott lava over ice -- *SMOOVE*

A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence --
I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥

http://www.soundclick.com/bands/2/photosynthesis_music.htm

that i'm impressed? no? well, i am 'cause this was tight! very nice! finessed this indeed

peace,

n.

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"I'm a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket and I'm waiting for my rocket to come." - Jason Mraz

"Conformity is the refuge of a stagnant mind."

"Hey Boyd! Ain't today your birthday?"

The body on the other side of the cold cell bars
did not stir
as the head nodded affirmation.

"What are you? 36? 37?"

Lips parted
to liberate the only words he would speak
for that day:

"37."

"Damn, Boyd, that means you've been in here longer than you were out there, huh?"

Boyd raised his eyes
toward Officer Kovacs
who was happy to be 10 minutes away
from clocking off the graveyard shift
at the Clinton Correctional Facility.

"I bet you wish they woulda asked for the death penalty."

Prisoner #112255123
allowed his eyes to drift back to the ground
that had owned them for nearly two decades.

He gazed at nothing,
paralyzed
by the everyday that had come to know him
on the day he would kill to undo.

"Well...happy fuckin' birthday to ya, Boyd."

---i'm here---

"...do what scares you..." -- l. varela

"He gazed at nothing,
paralyzed
by the everyday that had come to know him
on the day he would kill to undo."

head nod on the whole piece; those lines up there, though...cyclic...though, now, i wonder....

peace,

n.

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"I'm a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket and I'm waiting for my rocket to come." - Jason Mraz

"Conformity is the refuge of a stagnant mind."

THis was amazing....not what I expected at all.


Keep Flowin'........

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congrats guys.

and you, yes YOU! we have some discussing to do.



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"...lies are what the world lives on, and those who can face the challenge of
a truth and build their lives to accord are finally not many, but the few."
-- Joseph Campbell


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everyone loves,
but everyone doesn't love the same.
myself,
i tend toward the life and death approach to love
where my heart replaces my respiratory system:
desperately inhaling,
panting,
struggling to catch my breath
during the euphoria of the moment;
eventually transforming O-2 to CO-2
until
the air becomes thin
and the lack of it
chokes me.

---i'm here---

"...do what scares you..." -- l. varela

interesting.....

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one of my favorite MC's...




O)

assemble 25,000 fifth graders
and ask the question
posed to them previously
on at least a dozen occasions:

"what do you want to be when you grow up?"

the inbetweenagers will dream up
any number of real or ficticious occupations
but none will aspire to be

a failed writer.

few – if any – will anticipate failure
several may see a future for themselves
literally
but none will aspire to be

a failed writer.

i know i didn't.

but here i sit
cursing my own dna
for 78 inches
instead of the 84
that would have been celebrated
82 times a year
as the starting power forward
for the ___ _______ ____rs.

but here i sit
cursing my father's thousands
that didn't have enough cents
to be the millions
that would have piled high enough
for my family to sit in the lap
of a much higher tax bracket.

but here i sit
cursing the
blahblahblahblahblahblahblahblah
'cause i can't seem to write well enough
to spell out
s-u-c-c-e-s-s;
my pen is only capable of
s-u-c.

and whenever i see
what it is that i appear to have become,
i come to my senses
recognizing that my own inches
and the cents that were available to me
and the blahblahblah i know so well
are not really that bad.

they're just not quite as good
as my fifth grade self
might have imagined.

---i'm here---

"...do what scares you..." -- l. varela

was with the nyabinghi(?)
put on to do a site called this
arial fonts
color primary
wrappin'up this sick demo and school
i'm so very
ever so ready
to head back up top indeed
till than
this new site invites folks to post,right
i'm like dude
people really gonna read this shit?
on a humble
after postin'through him
adam opus the guise at the time
other words how i splits m'time
because of chiefin'
on the subject of name we speakin'
a verse sparked a thought of "yo!.."
from two words
blak than yukon
sounds like you on top of
obstacles conquered
its possible
plus this monolith onyx
move ahead now
in the moment the steez
how i get down
mongst the great
my place i take,right
now dark to light
from ranger to king
i'm sayin'
guess yall do like how i does m'thing
imagine that

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>guess yall do like how i does m'thing
>imagine that


Yes, "WE" does like how YOU do's yo thang! -- *wink* -- (((No Doubt)))

A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence --
I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥

http://www.soundclick.com/bands/2/photosynthesis_music.htm

her belly is growing.

i see this
even if no one else can.

so, too, do i see

that she falls asleep most nights in her own bed
with her nose buried in the splayed spine of a university textbook.

i see
that she needs a wrist watch with a second second-hand
'cause there isn't enough time in her week
for two part-time jobs on opposite sides of town
on top of her full load of courses.

i see
that she searches for the patience to nurture her baby sister,
the strength to scold her adolescent brothers,
and the courage to forgive her father and mother
for raising only one of their four children
before giving in to depression and addiction.

i see that she has needs.

her blood flows red
and no one would blame her for inviting a man to share her bed
especially not a brother as fine as him
him who brings her flowers every tuesday at 1:23 pm
because she dared him to
once
and he promised to return every week thereafter
if only she would reproduce that same smile.

i see
that she is now sick every morning
and sick every evening when considering the choice before her.

i see
that she and he were not meant to be a family
possibly because he already has one
probably because her own is more than she can handle.

i see
that she will choose
without regard for her first communion or confirmation
but in strict accordance with what she believes are her own limitations.

i see that she will choose life.

it just won't be mine.

---i'm here---

"...do what scares you..." -- l. varela

that i felt like 'one blood' rushing through her veins looking out on her world through her eyes, conveying that message and transferring it to the wisdom of the unborn who knows that 'i have served my purpose and my purpose is done...even if it is not what i would choose...' and there also seems to be a mild bitterness in that last line, y'know?

i enjoyed this read as always, d.

peace,

n.

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"I'm a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket and I'm waiting for my rocket to come." - Jason Mraz

"Conformity is the refuge of a stagnant mind."

wow.
can't say much else.
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...The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and is tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom...

- Maya Angelou

love
used to come
one
at a time
until
too much of
one love
was not enough
to free her
from the confines
of her own
heart.

rather than close,
she choose
to open
her heart
to as many lovers
as would love her
and she made each one of them
feel special
though she did not
specialize
in any one.

---i'm here---

"...do what scares you..." -- l. varela

very nice. kinda reminds me of that woman in revelations...i don't know why exactly, but it does. sad, too...

peace,

n.

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"I'm a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket and I'm waiting for my rocket to come." - Jason Mraz

"Conformity is the refuge of a stagnant mind."

congratulations to you both.

peace.

______________________________
It's better when it's

Jazz



†

you've inspired me in more ways than you know....for all the years we've grown together.

not that publicity is required to pay tribute to older siblings but your words are incredibly reflective of the person and the person is a beauty to behold.

if only my own misspent words could flow so freely, so melodically, so....well. Simply put, your work is incredible.

you got the poetic pen in the family and I got all the good looks. I'll take it.

The best education consists in immunizing people against systematic attempts at education
~ Paul Karl Feyerabend ~


The secret in education lies in respecting the student.
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson ~

If I...

thank you
laugh at your joke
wish you good luck
say that your shirt is dope
wave you to cut in front of me on the freeway
help you move
give you my full attention while you're sharing a problem
tell you I love you;

I do it 'cause I want to, not 'cause I'm s'posed to.

My only obligations in this life are:

to breathe
to sleep
to eat
to shit
& to die.

Because I must do each of these by myself,
I am not obligated to you in any way
& the only one I might do for you is the last one.

But that'd only be 'cause I want to, not 'cause I'm s'posed to.

---i'm here---

"...do what scares you..." -- l. varela

mhm.

so true.

peace,

n.

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

"I'm a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket and I'm waiting for my rocket to come." - Jason Mraz

"Conformity is the refuge of a stagnant mind."

the steady wail of stomachs signaled revelry
for the men who stood on the corner of Vesper and Oxnard
some were summoned by their own hunger,
but most rose in response to the desperate melodies that played hundreds of miles away

Mariano liked to tuck his left foot underneath him
as he offered his weight to the metal pole that also
propped up a wall of chain links
he had 3 babies in a small town in the state of Jalisco
that only the 97 people who lived there had ever heard of
& if you asked him (or if you didn't)
he'd dig into his shirt pocket and present you with a single photo
where all 3 of them wore sunshine on their faces
& if you asked him (or if you didn't)
he'd tell you, as best he could in the tongue that wasn't supposed to be his,
that the photo was taken on his oldest boy's eighth birthday
which was 3 years ago last month
& if you asked him (or if you didn't)
he'd sigh that he hadn't seen his babies since 5 days after that picture was taken
and he'd sink back into the fence
whispering a "Hail Mary"
preparing to pounce anytime any passing car slipped below the speed limit

Rodrigo planted his back against a palm tree waiting for the morning to pass
'cause the afternoon was always good to him
one day of work a week was usually enough to last from Sunday to Saturday
providing enough bread to pay for his 1/5 of the rent
for the room on Eighth and Victory where he laid his head
and enough bread to fill his stomach every other day
or enough tequila to tease his liver every third day
but he never knew which day it would be
and he could never tell whether it was the week or the weekend
every day became another that looked just like the one before it
except for the days when the skies over Southern California cried
on those days, Rodrigo would say to the other men,
"God's heart is broken, too."

Emiliano still wore hope on his sleeve as if it were his padrecito's finest cufflinks
his brand new wife and her belly fat with life
stood somewhere next to him on the edge of the sidewalk
while they waited patiently in Tijuana for Emiliano to send money for them
to join him in the States
he had been hired five times for work during his first month in Los Angeles
and he saved all $200 he had earned
at the expense of his own waistline
which shrank by the hour
unnoticed by the eyes that looked forward to meeting his first son
Emiliano guessed that six months of work would be enough
to pay a coyote to sneak Amelita across the border before the baby came
and he crouched anxiously in a mock 3-point stance
believing that Abraham Lincoln and Mickey Mouse were real people
who might one day be his neighbors

when a 2004 Dodge Durango eased to the curb on the western side of Vesper at 9:30 am
the blonde bobcut who lowered its tinted windows
sat up straight in her seat when the men on the corner surrounded the SUV
after a deep, calming breath,
she asked if anyone spoke English
standing side-by-side and on top of each other,
Mariano and Emiliano both said, "Si."
the woman craned her neck forward,
her eyes scanning the contents of the two characters
whose bodies were being smashed against her car
& when she judged them to be harmless, she asked if either man knew anything about roofing
Mariano and Emilano both said, "Si."
the blonde bobcut paused before unlocking the door behind her
instructing both men to get in
-which they did-
and the 2004 Dodge Durango turned onto Oxnard
accelerating toward the the work that needed to be done
and away from the wait that never would be
for the men who stood on the corner of Vesper and Oxnard.

---i'm here---

"...do what scares you..." -- l. varela

i like how
you had me thinking that this was placed a long time ago in america's history. but then you switched it up in the end...making the point (to me) that these guys did not only stand on the street corner in 1935...but today too.
___________________________
-Phyllis-




...The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and is tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom...

- Maya Angelou

i don't have to tell you
what song these lines come from:

"eventually
if it was meant to be
it would be
'cause we related
physically
and mentally"

you know them better than i do
and i dig that about you.

always have.

i remember that first day
names exchanged
handshakes, smiles, soft caresses followed
but what stood out most
was the way you elbowed cats in the front row at the common show
making you the coolest chick i had ever met

oh
and you were fine, too
still are
fine, that is
and (arguably) the coolest chick i ever met.

but that's not why i love you
matter of fact, i've loved you for so long
that i can't remember why i do
and i never question it.

it is what it is.

what has changed between now
and every moment before
is that my only thought of you is:

i want to strip you naked and make you howl
everyday
because i have nothing better to do
literally
because there is nothing better i could do.

and that would be a good thing
if you were mine
but you're not
and i'm not sure that i want you to be
'cause the freedom you give me is not unique
and i know enough
that i cannot trust
you to stay in love with me
no matter how deeply you've already fallen.

---i'm here---

"...do what scares you..." -- l. varela

...I've read each of these, plus each of the many others you've e-mailed me privately. The quality is always there. When I get home from work tonight, I'm pickin' up my own pen and gettin' to work. I appreciate the inspiration.

The best education consists in immunizing people against systematic attempts at education
~ Paul Karl Feyerabend ~


The secret in education lies in respecting the student.
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson ~

you can tell me i'm an asshole.

you don't need my permission
but i figured an invitation
wouldn't hurt.

and if anyone is qualified to say so,
it's you
'cause you see and know
all the things you never wanted to bear witness to
but you still answer the phone when i call
and you still invite me to your house to watch the lakers game
and you still don't ask me for the money i owe you
even though you know i can finally pay it back.

and i don't understand why

i'm probably not supposed to

i ought to just be thankful that you've stuck around
and i really ought to ask you to stay a little longer

'cause i'm gonna need someone
who won't call me an asshole
no matter how much of one i am.

---i'm here---

"...do what scares you..." -- l. varela

I can relate! -- ;^)



*Felt*

A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence --
I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥

http://www.soundclick.com/bands/2/photosynthesis_music.htm

I.
Sam and Jan
were never supposed to have an "and"
Sam: the self-professed homophobe
Jan: the man who loved other men
but neither had ever known a wit as towel-like as his own
nor had either ever encountered a –lic who could match him drink for drink
and neither Sam nor Jan ever expected his reflection to talk back to him.

II.
Jan’s jaw was made heavy by his libido
at first site of Sam
causing him to ask:

"Who the fuck is that?"

on the other hand,
Sam struggled equally
in looking at or away from
"familiarity"
and so it went
that Sam and Jan found their "and".

III.
Sam liked to rant
Jan liked to listen
Sam railed about the shortcomings of the capital "L" left
and longed for The Revolution
Jan hung on every word
even as he knew that "Stonewall" was pure Greek to Sam.
for Jan, there was something about
the combination of Sam’s cadence and passion
that could not be avoided.

IV.
Jan lived frankly
Sam respected Jan’s "frank"-ness
Jan did not carry himself like some "Mary"
and he proudly wore permanent wounds
on his neck, stomach and calf
as a resume for not being fucked with,
so it confused Sam
that he found himself more impressed with Jan’s deft tongue
than he was with Jan’s pugilistic prowess.
Jan was a charmer and sometimes
Sam thought himself to be "lucky".

V.
For years,
Sam and Jan were a lower case "and"
Jan put a governor on his feelings for Sam
and "governed" other man after other man
while Sam gave away his heart
to one woman every three years
only to have it returned after a month or less
each time
as if it had no value
as if he had no value
and each time,
comfort was called Jan
and value came from the man who would be
if only "he" weren’t.
and each time,
Jan considered upgrading their "and"
but "he" didn’t.

VI.
One day
when Sam had had too little to drink
and Jan threw punchlines
that had a washboard effect on Sam’s stomach
Sam asked:

"Why don’t you hate me?"

"Why would I hate you? Why would anyone?"

"Because I hate me."

"Why?"

"Because I’m not you."

Jan wanted to tell Sam he loved him
Jan wanted to tell Sam why
but he knew Sam well enough to know
that contempt was all that was left
maybe all there ever was
or would be
so Jan said nothing
bought his friend a drink
and left his "and" alone.

---i'm here---

"...do what scares you..." -- l. varela

i keep losing the argument with myself:

she was supposed to be my _______
but i lost that opportunity
and now she is only my _______

what's the difference?

what's the problem?

the difference is like...

like....

some people would say night and day
others might say
it's the difference between 5:58 am
when the moon still reigns
and 6:03 am
when the sun finally breaks through.

me,
i figure
the difference is possibility versus reality
and i really liked that possibilty
in the same way that reality
just doesn't sit well with me.

and that is the problem.

i want to not want her anymore
but i need to be close to her
-or as close as two people can get from 3,000 miles away-
so i continue to keep up my
end of the "we"
and i keep losing the argument with myself
that she is just my _______
when i know that i want so much more than that.

and i just can't have it.

---i'm here---

"...do what scares you..." -- l. varela

>i keep losing the argument with myself:
nice drop....

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

IG: KnowOne215 | PS+ ID: KnowOne215

its whats around that had me on awol
away from what the calender called me
over here for,yeah
somewhere while in the midst of the party
gotta call upon the flip
of overdue thangs'n shit
that plus where a nigga lay
became the batcave'n shit
yo...
out of the blue told he gotta get a provider
or its I without the light
s'like aight yeah you got me
peace of mind was up for grabs
for the take
plus the lab was close due to spring break
i mean its like yo
things take a spell or more
for more than what you got
than were you at,right
ha,enough of that
blak vertabrae,baby
blak's back with his crazy ass
official'ficinado holdin'bottles
of that scottish brew
alot of you think be german
but its not though
type colossal
of the original school apostle
ayo,del...dude i got you

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http://unclevicart.com/

me and the fellas would converge and heat up some Hot Pockets in preparation for Rap City.© Roc

dude, getting a response from the folks at freestyle is like watching water boil...© Tek

yo, the sun rise
365
and it stay high
300 times
in clear, blue skies
over big, blue wide
somewhere,
inside the city

god hides

waiting for his angels to bring him
the head of the devil,
but the kid is nice
and wings lose flight
like grocery workers lose strikes
like a dime'll get you life
when it's third and long
like prop. 13 made low property taxes right
and public schools wrong.

so the devil moves freely
from ro-day-o to ro-de-o
in a forest green h-2
bumpin' bootleg snoop

lookin' for god

thinking:
maybe the most is just an illusion
courtesy of industrial light and magic
johnson's tgi fridays.

when harvey weinstein rang his cell phone,
the devil did not see
the homeless man crossing the street
and did not have feet
fast enough to brake
for jesus mosqueda.

thank god jesus didn't break.

lung collapsed, he sat
in the hospital
devil holding vigil
waiting for him to rise.

on the third day,
when jesus opened his eyes
he saw his brother
pecking away at a screenplay
on a g-5
and asked the devil:

"se hablo espanol?"

quick tongue, only one
said: "no."

up from his bed,
jesus walked
sat next to the devil
and talked
video for
"we're all in the same gang"
on the screen overhead

jesus said:
"the me i see in you
and the you i see in me
is what makes me believe
that i will endure
even if i don't survive."

jesus mosqueda stood
left room 305
devil silent
at cedars-sinai
watching the sun set
waiting for the night to come
for him.

---i'm here---

"...do what scares you..." -- l. varela