respond here and let me ask you 4 questions about your writing.

i'm curious about someshit.

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The cry I bring down from the hills
__________belongs to a girl still burning
__________inside my head. At daybreak

____________________she burns like a piece of paper. - YK

"I'm scientific, but my reflex gangsta"- Black Thought

like you're from a rough neighborhood but you have pretty words. explain that contrast for me. what effect do you think that has on what you put down on paper?

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The cry I bring down from the hills
__________belongs to a girl still burning
__________inside my head. At daybreak

____________________she burns like a piece of paper. - YK

>like you're from a rough neighborhood but you have pretty
>words. explain that contrast for me. what effect do you think
>that has on what you put down on paper?

I'm from all over Baltimore. East side, West side, we moved alot when I was young. No matter where we moved, it was always the hood. Always. Bein in that environment, God was my guardian. That, combined with what you learn on the street, will equal knowledge and wisdom. I started writing as a teenager when I needed an outlet to express my anger with the world. I chose to use a different writing style in explainin my feelins, cuz most times, whites AND blacks expect city kids to talk a certain way. Whether they're "gangsta" or "conscious". I'm neither. I'm just myself, and I write about the truth. So if some intellectual words come through in a piece wrapped in some raw, gritty reality, it's just a reflection of what I see. There's a bang of intelligent cats in the hood. You GOTTA be smart to stand a chance. So...here I am.

"I'm scientific, but my reflex gangsta"- Black Thought

internet' theory.

can you?


if you throw words around the way that you (we) do...

you're soft?

in all honesty,

is Shakeet wack for internet rapping?

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The cry I bring down from the hills
__________belongs to a girl still burning
__________inside my head. At daybreak

____________________she burns like a piece of paper. - YK

When I can read at live joints I do. But my time is such that I can't always do that. So I share with the OKP fam. If a nigga disagree, so what. In whatever way you can touch people, you should do that. To hold back your art because you feel it loses integrity because you're posting on the internet is stupid. Going furhter, for some reason it seem like cats WANT to stay computer illiterate. Like this gives them some pseudo realness. Niggas love to not know.


>if you throw words around the way that you (we) do...

>you're soft?

I am one of the realest niggas to walk this planet. Point. Blank.Period. No one will ever tell me different. I've been thru too much in my 25 years. What? I gotta write about cavin niggas faces in with hollow points or how I keep them Pyrex dishes ashy? The fu** ouuta here with that bullsh**. I don't curse, lol. But the attitude of some of our people make me so angry. One of the realest songs I've ever heard was 'Love Is'. "It's all love where we come from/In the hood love we was told to run from....Funny, we love 'em more when they're relaxed in a grave/Wonder if a thug is raw, is he actin' afraid?" © Common.


>in all honesty,
>
>is Shakeet wack for internet rapping?

What would be wack is if dudes didn't realize the potential of the internet. The networking ability to meet people you would never meet on the street. Trust, this ain't just an internet thing with the kid Shakeet. Live performances is how to really get your name out there. But the internet certainly helps.

"I'm scientific, but my reflex gangsta"- Black Thought

what does the name have to do with you as a writer?

wtf is 'style'?

wtf is ur 'style'?

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The cry I bring down from the hills
__________belongs to a girl still burning
__________inside my head. At daybreak

____________________she burns like a piece of paper. - YK

It's Hebrew. Shakeet = Peaceful and Lok em = Warrior. I don't know why I added the "h" on to Lok. *shrugs* Man I had so many pseudonyms through the years. Shakeet was just the latest. lol


>what does the name have to do with you as a writer?

I chose that though, cuz I'm very angry at the world. Alot of people suffer and die for no reason. Like all the Americans that died in the Iraq war. When the president has admitted invading the country on false information. That's so many fathers, mothers, sons, daughters, husbands, wives, sisters, brothers, good friends who didn't have to be taken away from their families. I'm not even going to touch Black America. Katrina victims. The tsunami victims. AIDS in Africa and India. It's overwhelming on my conscience. And what makes me super angry is the fact that alot of these tragedies are man made. But I can't be some vigilante and start goin after people I think are corrupt and genocidal maniacs. So I use the pen. Speech is a form peaceful protest, and I use it to channel my hatred and anger.


>wtf is 'style'?

Hmmm...That could be subjective. Some say it's swagger, some say it's content. Who knows what the newest definition will be.


>wtf is ur 'style'?

I'm not sure I have one. I've been dubbed as "Mr. Messgae". LOL But I'm really just doin what I feel. Everything I write is from the heart. It's just one man's take on his environment and the worldwide community. And I'm never gonna come negative or irrelevant with my art. I'm just me. I don't know what style that translates into. I'm just bein real to myself.

Alias out.

did i miss sum'n or can i believe my eyes???

sha is destro???

where the hell was i when this leaked???

"It's the return of the gangsta, thanks ta..."

-du

Caught me off guard too!

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

IG: KnowOne215 | PS+ ID: KnowOne215

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http://msmind.blogspot.com

why is it then
do we leave the details to the devil
but get angry at God? ©kimabe

no shit in 06.

where is motherhood in your writing? in other words, when was the last time you wrote something down, re-read it and saw the influence of your mother/your wanting to be a mother/ your acting like someone's mother...in it? what was that like? what piece was it?


all of that is one question.

heh. good sunday 2 u ma.

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The cry I bring down from the hills
__________belongs to a girl still burning
__________inside my head. At daybreak

____________________she burns like a piece of paper. - YK

i honestly believe my mother is alive in everything i write, but there are poems drawn from my upbringing and thoughts of her... two examples, since you asked:

ONE

*for angie, val, uncle michael, betty louise, hattie mae, and ralph jones.

remembering when

on the corner of 32nd
and waters ave., she'd stand
back on her legs, hips
tilted out, butt in the
air, and a scarf wrapped
tightly around her head.
a role model for young
prostitutes, lips pursed
around a newport, hands
gripping a budweiser,
waiting for the kids on
the block to come and lace
her with their candy.
i'd head *nod* throw
her a smile, and tell
her, "make sure
corey comes by later, my
momma say she got some
yardwork for him to do."

with her eyes squinted,
she'd stare into the
sun's face, and grab
a nigga, any nigga in
passing by the hand,
whisper in his ear, then
lick what seemed to be
overshaded lips with oranges
or pinks. her daughter camille
and i would hop scotch in front
of my house and eat dreamsicles
till she was finished selling
pussy. "my mama makes me sick."
i was older. i was always
older than my playmates, but
camille had a harder life.
at age 8, she told me
of being sold to men her
mother knew in past lives
just so they could make
rent. she'd gotten her
period before she
could even spell the
word menstruation. i loved
being around her. she smelled
of old quilts and mothballs,
reminded me of my great-grandmother.

her mom would bob and weave
to and fro from corners, always
being sure to keep one eye
on camille. "i wasn't always
this way angie's gurl," is what
she'd say to me. and at 10, i wasn't
too sure what she was
talkin' bout. "yes ma'am. okay," is
what i'd muster up each time.
away from us, she'd waltz, newport
in her mouth, right hand rubbing
cement burns on her left thigh,
and her hair now revealed. camille
would whisper to me, "doesn't
she make you sick?"
i'd shrug my shoulders, glance
in her direction, and slurp
the vanilla goodness that always
seemed to drip down my fingers
from my dreamsicle. "but, she's
your mama, and my mama says,
you only get one of those."
we sat there, watching
camille's mother, our legs
crossed, hanging over the first
step of my stoop.
camille's mom, standing back
on her legs, head tilted to the
side, shorts riding up her ass...
ske kept her eyes focused
on the sky,
remembering when
she was so much more.

©Tremaine L. Loadholt/ Friday, July 22, 2005

ps. angie is my mom. angie jones to be exact...


TWO

glue

she's got her arms stretched
out, motioning me to
come into them, and i've
already found my way outside
of her grasp.

tears in her eyes
settle, but with a blow
from my pursed lips,
they disappear.

money this, money that,
money here, money there,
a burning hole in
her pocket; stings
my hands.

she's held on
for 25 years,
not knowing when to
let go.
i've decided to
help her.

©Tremaine L. Loadholt/Thursday, June 30, 2005

as for me writing about motherhood from my point of view, or poems mentioning my being a mother... *shrugs* it's been a while since i truly sat down and written a poem on that level... why? i have some issues with it rite now, so... it's not one of the things i can truly bring myself to write about at this moment. i want it, but i fear i won't have it. u follow me? i can't clearly focus on it rite now and am afraid penning a poem on it at this point, won't do much good. mmm, i hope i was clear enough in answering the questions.

happy sunday to you as well.



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why is it then
do we leave the details to the devil
but get angry at God? ©kimabe

no shit in 06.

andshit with this right here:

you would throw a mother question my way *shrugs*


2.) what would a personal synopsis of your book look like?

somebody asked me to recommend them a book. if i recommended yours,
i'd be able to say that the author wrote "this" about her own shit.

what would "this" be?

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The cry I bring down from the hills
__________belongs to a girl still burning
__________inside my head. At daybreak

____________________she burns like a piece of paper. - YK

A collection of poems from the happenings surrounding my life, my world, and my growth; and while each of them do not speak of my own personal story or stories, they are glimpses of the lives and people around me. I'm a writer, I live vicariously through the lives of others; it is my inspiration.

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Pinwheels and Hula Hoops: my book
http://www.lulu.com/content/132318

http://msmind.blogspot.com

why is it then
do we leave the details to the devil
but get angry at God? ©kimabe

no shit in 06.

i owe u 2 next time.

preciate that participation tho.

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The cry I bring down from the hills
__________belongs to a girl still burning
__________inside my head. At daybreak

____________________she burns like a piece of paper. - YK

how ya doin?

@asiaradiant

1. at one point, i saw you type something about being in an abusive relationship. did that actually happen to you? if so, tell me about how that changed you and the way you get/put your thoughts out.

if that's too personal, pardon me, i'm barb. walters-esque (pause)
on sundays.

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The cry I bring down from the hills
__________belongs to a girl still burning
__________inside my head. At daybreak

____________________she burns like a piece of paper. - YK

dang, you go deep on the first try.

yeah i was in a bad relationship for a long time. one that started when i was very young and ended when i finally grew some girlballs and crept out with my babies in tow.


the way that changed me and my expression...
i wrote continuously thru all of that experience altho i was a bit disconnected because, never in a million years did i think my life would turn out that way. but only when the recovery/rebuilding started did i feel free enough to write from a deeper place in me. i never shared what i wrote with anybody back then. it took a while for me to get the courage to do it. so, something as simple as reciting a poem at an open mic was a huge milestone for me. i learned alot about myself thru that experience. the change was not really me becoming something else. it was more of me becoming connected with who i was and being confident enough to be that without concern of what somebody else would think.

@asiaradiant

tough situation. glad you grew them scrotums.

when do you / will you.... stop writing about your children?

have you started writing about them?

if so, are they an endless source of inspiration?

i would think that you could just look at them and words would start to come...

true/false/not exactly?

expound.

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The cry I bring down from the hills
__________belongs to a girl still burning
__________inside my head. At daybreak

____________________she burns like a piece of paper. - YK

i have always written about my children. i've posted a poem about each of them on these boards.
'his walk changed'(i think that was the title) about watching my oldest son become a young man.
'sunshine' about my youngest son who seems to carry the sun in his smile.
'quietly untitled' about my daughter, rip.

i wont ever stop writing about them.

they are a source of inspiration. i can look at them, think of them and it puts words in my head. but sometimes, by the time i start writing, its not obvious that they sparked it.

so yeah, id say they were a source of endless inspiration.

@asiaradiant

does it?

tell me about a totally different / obscure topic you wrote about.

show me the piece.

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The cry I bring down from the hills
__________belongs to a girl still burning
__________inside my head. At daybreak

____________________she burns like a piece of paper. - YK

funny you should ask that. just the other day my friend told me, 'all you write is love poems'. and i admit. i do go thru phases where i write alot of one type of poem. lately, its been on that love tip. but i've written about lots of other things. just seems like, on this board i get the best feedback from the love joints. maybe i suck at other type of poems. -shrugs- but yeah, it does get old. like now, i get tired of my own dam love poems and just chill out for a while. i still journal and sometimes it comes out like poetry but im not writing any poems on purpose or posting.

other topics....

crack babies...

she tossed and turned on the sofa in a dark room...footsteps passed in and out...sweet pungent scents creept into her nostrils...scratchy muffled voices echoed thru her half sleep dreams.

she hid her valuables in the seat of her panties...a ten dollar bill from an uncle, a key to a place she knew nothing of, and the ring her father had given her.

she kept these items between her thighs...because that was the only place her mother would not reach for..in times of shifty eyes and dry throats..in times of twisted bellies and desperate desire.

springs from the sofa cut deep into her thin hips and legs...hunger had become the welcomed feeling of being alive still...not yet dead, she tries to escape..eyes closed, from the world that had become the color of everything with no distinction between beginning and ends of chaos, sadness, instability and lonliness.

she squeezed her thighs tight and turned her head into the cushins..only to be nauseated by the smell of piss...so she turned her face back to the cloud of quick fixes and clinging fingers

she prayed that this night her valuables were safe...she knew that the day her valuables were tampered with...the day the seat of her panties were invaded by strange hands with aching desires...she knew then that all would be lost.

so she kept her valuables next to her gentle youth...and squeezed tight her childhood...and prayed that the smoke would clear...and wide open eyes would disappear..and mamma will wake her with pancakes and love
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on gaining knowledge of self...

i cherish the moment light crossed my path
all false innuendos disintegrated while the ashes of ignorance formed doons from winds blown in from the right.
i had finally manifested my true sight.
purpose became my focus while i marched on in true form towards my queen-dome.
many men in robes with white collars tried to abolish my divine plight to get right and stay right and know
but knowledge comes in many forms and manifests as armor against sword flailing monsters
middle men with only one plan
to interrupt my integrity...disrupt my direct connection to the inner me...the god i see...reflecting thru my pupils...dont need men in suits lacking scruples...bible in one hand..dick in the other...singing hymns in sanctuaries...emptying the pocket book of my mother....
i breathe easy cause his breath is in me and i have no fear of a hell damned eternity because...i feel i see i live i be...all the miracles of earth's mysteries...the water in lakes, ponds oceans and seas...the moon light reflecting the truth that i see...

i cherish the moment light opened my eyes and revealed the devil in disguise, disintegrating all the trick knowledge that had been my demise...abolishing the oppression from self appointed locks, chains and rods
now
i am a scribe with divine influence...these words i smith are a gift...im just manifesting the spirit in me moving swift
from shallow waters to deep abyss...move the pen across the page with abandoned inhibition...it wasnt my plan but became my mission...appointed by the most high and im just the instrument...spilling out the water he put in me...water, wisdom,woman...it keeps on comin until my breath eazes and my hand stops moving...the conclusion is...this is not an illusion or false hope or pipe dream..it really is as it seems...
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anger...

every word catapults from your lips
and shoots straight thru hearts
like sharp spikes
i dont like you very much either

the fact that you expect me to fail
only drives me harder
so yeah
fuck you
and
yours
cause you aint shit
but twisted
and angry
and sad
and i decline
the invitation
to party
with your pity

these tears are not
sadness
but rather
anger
you dont get the satisfaction
im not angry with you
altho i would end your life
if i had no concious
but i am only angry
that i am behaving
like a typical woman
since so little about me
tends to be typical
maturity helps me to realize
that these emotions
can bring about more problems
and more confusion
so i am breathing deeply
and fighting back the urge
to snap your fuckin neck
in half
so i just use these words in my head
to skate around the true emotions of what i am feeling
and write some wack shit that dont make sense
you better be glad i write
cause if i didnt
there would be one less person breathing
in this fucked up world t'night

....and you call yourself my father
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k, these were written a long time ago and most likey posted here. i realize these are not really obscure topics. i have about 30 diskettes full of poems and these came from the ones saved on my pc.

tell you what. give me a topic. i'll freak it.

@asiaradiant

i owe you one next time.

preciate that participation.

i see you pimpin zin 2.
i was going to tell him about the time that
i knocked u off buttnekkitt wit socks on...
on top of a bunch of james brown records

but i figured...nah.

_____________________________________

The cry I bring down from the hills
__________belongs to a girl still burning
__________inside my head. At daybreak

____________________she burns like a piece of paper. - YK

i thought we agreed to keep that between us.
its hard out here for a pimp and you aint helpin matters.

@asiaradiant

Lookout now! --

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's not really the question but...

everytime i click something of yours there's always exclamation points and smiley faces and well-wishes

and candy canes

and rainbows andshit.

it's almost like you're one of the carebears sis.

what i really want to know is:

if you go through it like everyone else then what was the last bad/sad thing that made you write your thoughts out? if you have written something sad, expound. if you haven't, expound.

_____________________________________

The cry I bring down from the hills
__________belongs to a girl still burning
__________inside my head. At daybreak

____________________she burns like a piece of paper. - YK

Our attitude has a lot to do with our circumstances.

Those with pessimistic, shitty, or PITY~FULL attitudes are always down in the dumps having pity parties -- And they emit negative vibes that (like a magnet) -- Attract negative situations.

I'm quite familiar with "Murphy's Law" -- (Whatever CAN go wrong ... WILL go wrong) -- at some point in time -- Cuz "Shit Happens" -- *No Doubt* -- But my attitude plays an integral part in handling situations and moving on with life (with a smile on my face) -- LOOKING FOR GOOD THINGS TO COME OUT OF BAD!


QUESTION: if you go through it like everyone else then what was the last bad/sad thing that made you write your thoughts out? if you have written something sad, expound. if you haven't, expound.

ANSWER: I wrote out my thoughts several years ago when a friend of mine died of an overdose. I was mad at myself for not recognizing the signs -- I kept thinking that time & love & friendship would change things -- Instead of getting him some help. His family had pretty much disowned him, and most of his friends kicked him to the curb -- So I was the only one hanging on. I don't know what I really could've done to help him -- Besides knock him out and drag him to a rehab center -- But I was even mad at God for not answering my prayers for him.

I realized later on -- God DID answer my prayers -- (And his answer was NO!) -- "HE" decided to take him home instead -- Cuz it was just his time to go.


Personally, I've been laying my fears, my hurts & disappointments, pain, etc. at the feet of "The Man ^UPSTAIRS^ -- (I lay my burdens down -- at HIS feet -- and leave them there) -- Walking away with a smile on my face -- Cuz I *know* they're already handled.

So writing them down, particularly on a poetry board, ain't an option for me, nahmean? -- That ain't my kind of therapy. It works for some, but ain't nobody on the internet gonna give me $650.00 for rent money, ain't nobody on this board gonna find me a job if I lose mine, ain't nobody here gonna mend my heart when it's broken.

Oh yeah, they can sympathize, they can empathize, they can console thru type~written words -- But they can't do for me what GOD can, so if I'm gonna write anything on a poetry board, it's gonna be for fun, relaxation, and mostly to keep me away from the TV set -- (Spending 4-6 hours gettin' my brain sucked out -- Or lettin' it turn to mush)


And yes, I'm somewhat of an "animated" person -- So the smiley faces are right up my alley --

In my field of work in Telecommunications, I'm a "communicator & translator" -- So yeah, I use CAPS, !!!exclamation points!!! -- and everything I can to get my point across -- *Yuuup*


"Carebear Sis" -- Aaaaiight -- I BE THAT! -- *smiles*

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

>Those with pessimistic, shitty, or PITY~FULL attitudes are
>always down in the dumps having pity parties -- And they emit
>negative vibes that (like a magnet) -- Attract negative
>situations.

you calling me a shitty magnet? i'm saying pho...

heh, na. jokes.

i'm actually glad you typed all of that out. it made me look at you a whole different way.
ur kinda like my aunt... who will smile at you even when she's pissed off
and then turn around and tell jesus how she's one millisecond away from kicking u down a flight of stairs.

i dig that.
and carebear was a compliment.
i meant..the rainbow jawn? wtf was his/her name?

i can hear okp women collectively scratching me off their list at the mention of a rainbow carebear andshit.

2.) you said you lay your problems at 'His feet'. are you a christian poet?

something else?

If 'He' requires you to live a certain way...are you? if you are /are not....how does that influence what you put to paper?

overall, what is spirituality/religion/ 'Him' exactly?

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The cry I bring down from the hills
__________belongs to a girl still burning
__________inside my head. At daybreak

____________________she burns like a piece of paper. - YK

>you calling me a shitty magnet? i'm saying pho...

>heh, na. jokes.

I've never felt a shitty vibe from you blak; so hopefully your magnets attract good & positive things. I mean, we all experience bad things in our lives regardless of our attitude, but HOW we handle them determines the next step in our growth & development, nahmean?

And yeah, I smile a lot -- Thru disappointment and pain -- While telling God if he don't hurry up an' do summmthin' -- I'm gon' hurt somebody! --

But HE answers my prayers when HE's good & ready -- So I just wait on HIM -- All the while adjusting my attitude --

I LOVE the carebears -- So I took your carebear comment as a compliment -- *Yes I Did*

You're now a coupla notches "higher" on my list for mentioning them too! -- *smiles*

QUESTIONS:

>2.) you said you lay your problems at 'His feet'. are you a christian poet?

I'm a Christian -- (Not the best representative for a Christian) -- But I AM a Christian -- (I ain't perfect / But I am forgiven) -- So it gives me a chance to start over again, daily.

Poet? -- I dunno blak -- I consider myself a "word manipulator" -- A juggler of sentences -- (And I have fun doing it too) -- But I'm skurrrred to call myself a poet on a serious tip, cuz there's not much depth to the majority of my poetic work. I skim the surface -- And only dig deep sporadically.

But if YOU wanna call me a poet -- I BE THAT! --


>If 'He' requires you to live a certain way...are you? if you are /are not....how does that influence what you put to paper?


Have U ever seen me go off on a tangeant here on the board -- spewing profanities and flippin' the fingertip bird @ folks? -- (Not a nice picture, trust me) -- Tho I "TRY" to do better yearly -- -- But even on the other side of this screen, tryna live the way HE wants me to is a daily battle. So NO, I don't live the righteous life on the daily, I just try to use the gifts HE gave me to share and (((Shine))) HIS light!

My outlet is different that most folks here; however. I sketch and paint -- THAT'S where my frustration, confusion, happiness, (all my emotions) -- are displayed. -- (Unlike most of you poets who write down your feelings)

I already told you -- I give me hurt, pain, disappointment, etc. to GOD in prayer -- So I don't walk around FEELING that burden -- Or "needing" to write it down like many poets do -- (HENCE MY SURFACE SKIMMER STATUS) --


>overall, what is spirituality/religion/ 'Him' exactly?

I recognize that we're a TRI~PART entity -- Mental/Physical/& Spiritual.

The spiritual is what separates us from the animals.

So we can feed our minds with books & knowledge -- We can feed our physicals with vitamins, workouts at the gymn, the best of food & drink ---- But the "spririt" in most of us is usually 'STARVING TO DEATH', cuz we don't feel the need to "Feed" it anything! Some of us don't even acknowledge that we have a spirit.

Consequently, many of us walk around taking two steps forward and 10 steps back, cuz we don't have the connection that keeps us progressing on the right track.

I *know* -- IN MY KNOWER -- (The soul/spirit part of me) -- That I have a connection with a "Higher Power". I won't get on my soapbox about that, cuz that's neither here nor there to an athiest or agnostic -- But I will say that I've learned over the years to "plug in" to that Power -- DAILY -- for a source of energy, a source of enlightenment, a source of confidence, a source of LOVE.

It's what keeps me going -- Like charging up your cellphone! --

I've had my share of Bible Studies & Church meetings -- But "this" is more about a RELATIONSHIP with my Maker.

And in most relationships, when you wanna get to *know* / I mean Truly *know* somebody -- You try to find out as much as you can about that person -- And how that person can affect or influence your life.

I've been "working" on this relationship for years now -- And I'm sure I won't figure it all out til' I'm on my deathbed -- But I continue to feed my spirit from different sources -- I spit out what don't taste right -- (and don't settle well in my spirit) -- & I chew and swallow what digests properly -- (Even if it don't always taste good) --

It's a never~ending journey!

I'm just glad my folks gave me the foundation -- To stand on the ROCK for support -- And to search constantly for my gifts & talents that HE gave me -- So that I can TRY to represent ...


By the way blak -- I like what you're doing here in this thread.

(((Thank You)))

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

how does your yearning for it / disdain for it /something else for it
affect your writing about relationships?

you have a wedding piece? if so, lemme see thatshit.

....

glad u responded here pho..
u turnt my whole opinion of you.

young, freak, religious, struggling, happy, woman, girl, sad, prude

^what combination of those words describes you best?

>You're now a coupla notches "higher" on my list for mentioning
>them too! -- *smiles*

move the movement ma.

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The cry I bring down from the hills
__________belongs to a girl still burning
__________inside my head. At daybreak

____________________she burns like a piece of paper. - YK

I think marriage is a beautiful thing -- When it's with the right person.

My intent is to "wait" for that (((Special))) person ------ I can't settle for anything less.

I'm not necessarily "high maintenance"/"high strung", but I can be difficult to understand -- And I'm very independent & assertive, never~the~less, when that "Equally Yoked" person comes along -- I'll be ready --

I have a very special friend who's been in & out of my life for years -- But he's not marriage material.

The thing is -- I don't write much about LOVE relationships -- (Tho I feel like sometimes I don't know exactly what I want -- I KNOW DAMN WELL WHAT I "DON'T WANT, NAHMEAN?)

But you're making me understand myself a lil' better blak, just by your questions / and my answers.

See...

I'm not worried about marriage -- It'll happen when the time is right -- But since I "Trust" in God to point me in the right direction -- I ain't settling for some conterfeit dude who'll show his true colors years down the line after 3 kids -- a mortgage -- and bills out the kazooo.

I don't worry 'bout much of anything -- (Not that I don't have issues) -- But I don't worry about them -- So my source of inspiration on an emotional tip is pretty much dried ^UP^, which is why I mostly PLAY on the board --

My writing (for the most part) is like cotton candy -- Melts in your mouth/tastes good -- But ain't got much substance.

It's kool tho -- I'll leave the deep & wonderful writing to you expressive, pensive, thought provoking, deep thinkin' ppl. -- And if I have a brain~storm with summthin' valid & pertinent, I'll let ya know! --


>young, freak, religious, struggling, happy, woman, girl, sad, prude


Yes!

All of the above --

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 have a very special friend who's been in & out of my life
>for years -- But he's not marriage material.

^i don't understand this but i'll save it for another time.

>My writing (for the most part) is like cotton candy -- Melts
>in your mouth/tastes good -- But ain't got much substance.

^this either. but again, i'll save it

>>young, freak, religious, struggling, happy, woman, girl, sad,
>prude
>
>
>Yes!
>
>All of the above --

heh. preciate the participation pho...

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__________belongs to a girl still burning
__________inside my head. At daybreak

____________________she burns like a piece of paper. - YK

I appreciate participating --

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

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"Science" and Religion are the two most dangerous weapons of ideology. See holocaust.

Why do "scientists" constantly produce statistics based on "race", a social construct?

1.) How real is the rap dream to you?

at what point will you say to yourself...
aiight fuck a rap career i need a 401k and a diaper?

will you ever say that?

finish this:

when i reach the pinnacle of my musical career i'll be......

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__________belongs to a girl still burning
__________inside my head. At daybreak

____________________she burns like a piece of paper. - YK

>1.) How real is the rap dream to you?
>
>at what point will you say to yourself...
>aiight fuck a rap career i need a 401k and a diaper?

ha! You wouldn't believe. This rap thing is something I dabbled in back on the block. This past year is the most consistent I have ever been writing. I starting to think I'm pretty nice with the pen and pad, but a serious rap career? I can't really picture it. I keep thinking about the cats I thought was nice who got shutout and disrespected by the industry and the clowns who get deals. Plus, I'm doing okay right now, so I would have to feel called to it.

>will you ever say that?
>
>finish this:
>
>when i reach the pinnacle of my musical career i'll be......

Posting audios on Okayplayer. LOL. Or if by some miracle, flowing back and forth with BT and Mos Def over Tuff Crew's "My Part of Town".

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"Science" and Religion are the two most dangerous weapons of ideology. See holocaust.

Why do "scientists" constantly produce statistics based on "race", a social construct?

what did each one of them add to your style just by listening to them?

# 6...?

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__________inside my head. At daybreak

____________________she burns like a piece of paper. - YK

>what did each one of them add to your style just by listening
>to them?

It keeps changing over time. This is what I take from these MCs:

Mos Def - His word selection and cadence is masterful at times. He pays careful attention to the concept, but at the same time manages to pull off lyrically superior lines that most of these cats couldn't create if they weren't talking about anything. I'm influenced by his word selection though. He's very aware of syllables and makes it sound effortless. Dude is a genius.

Slick Rick - Turned bangers into a conversation pieces. He was the first to really push charisma and skill. The hood loved him and he was heavily quoted. They key here is memorable lines, like stuff kids would make up in the playground: "I saw a pretty girl, so I sat beside her, then she went grrrrawll like she was Tony the Tiger, I said oh no, there's been a mistake, I said my name is Slick Rick not Frosted Flakes."

Special ED - I always loved the way he rhymed on "I got it made". It was kind of a throw back to cats like Slick Rick, but with this energized New School feel. He's another one that paid special attention to syllables. He kept it lyrical but knew he was rhyming for that hype ass dancefloor. It's a certain way you deliver a line that'll have people dancing to your flow and not the beat. "I'm outspoken, my language is broken into a slang, but it's just the dialect that I select when I hang."

Black Thought - The energy and cadence is top notch. The MC's MC. He bounces around from basic to genius, old school to next school, His flow is tailored made for instruments not beat machines. It comes across as organic because you can hear him spit each word at the exact moment ?uest's drumstick hits the snare. He's probably closer to James Brown in that sense than a lot of other emcees. The key with BT is his wordage and natural rapping ability. Just try repeating some of his verses. He'll never have to worry about biters. Try remembering them. It ain't for dum dums. That's something you only achieve from hard work and experience.

Jay-Z - I'll be stoned for this, but Jay-Z is almost like the Thelonius Monk of MCs. Less is more. Still his verbal assalut on Reasonable Doubt is on par with some of the greatest hip-hop albums ever. He relies on accuracy more than punch count now. He puts together lines that when delivered just makes sense sonically. He pays attention to each word and it's place in each sentence. Then he delivers those lines like he's negotiating a merger with AT&T; complete control and confidence in what he is saying.




># 6...?


Chubb Rock, Nas, L-boogie, Com, face, Meth, Sticky Fingaz, Pharoah, Em, A-3000, Peedi peedi, etc.

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"Science" and Religion are the two most dangerous weapons of ideology. See holocaust.

Why do "scientists" constantly produce statistics based on "race", a social construct?

and allat.

i owe u 2 fam.

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The cry I bring down from the hills
__________belongs to a girl still burning
__________inside my head. At daybreak

____________________she burns like a piece of paper. - YK

oh alright i see shakeet at the top ....so shoot?

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Guess who's Back

say your kid wants to write exactly how you do now when he/she gets older.

poetry, rap, and okp beef included...

encourage/discourage?

why/whynot?

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The cry I bring down from the hills
__________belongs to a girl still burning
__________inside my head. At daybreak

____________________she burns like a piece of paper. - YK

this is just the surface of what i write i got notebooks and notebooks



I would def encourage it and trying to build on it for her and him to be better ….

My poetry …. Written like it is because it it raw emotion …I don’t proof read anything I write here poetry or other wise …nor do I plan it out I just open a post and write …so it can’t get any rawer than that …I just go on how I feel at the time …..i would love to see my son find words to spill his rawest emotions like a man with out shame …. I have seen my daughters poetry …. I’m working changing the way she looks at some things when she writes ….


Rap is like politics in a verse ….remove emotion from poetry and you got rap …fast thinking on ya feet …..and reporting what you see in abstract form ….mostly with an objective point of view …


Beef ….will only make them stronger and make them more creative on the fly …

The only thing I would change about them is the time they spend on jaunts …I would spend more time ….

But my son is going to throw heat …so ya’ll better get ready .

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Guess who's Back

it seems like you care about every little thing anybody
says about you

u mean, my nig? or just sensitive?

you the hardest critic on yourself?

if so, what's your worst work?

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The cry I bring down from the hills
__________belongs to a girl still burning
__________inside my head. At daybreak

____________________she burns like a piece of paper. - YK

Well I haven’t been called mean ….my kids don’t even call me mean …my wife says I ‘m mean to people …I don’t have “koof” meaning sometimes I don’t use tact. but just out right mean …well yeah …I guess …a mofucka is only gonna do to you what you let them …so when these dudes pop shit I check ‘em on it … I don’t care what these cats have to say …I just want to see if they man up to those words they speak …I don’t talk shit about people behind their backs so don’t do it to me …if I don’t like something about you I post it in the open with ya name in the title …and if a mofo manned up to the shit the other day …I was just gonna ask him why he felt that way then …write three rhymes about them … I’m arrogant I know my daughter acts just like me … she addresses her self in third person … my son is the star on his team … and he has a health dose of confidence … so he got better grades …because I told him … B average honor roll was cool but B honor roll was better … so he says he wants to be the best so he’s shooting for a honor roll …

Mean …me nah if you know me you know I’m not mean I’m cool peeps just ask the right people … example me and ric beefed hard when he got here but I respected his writing … when he and ax came down to record they spent the night at my house, wifie cooked for them …I’m cool peeps you just got to get to know me … I’m a “made” man tho … so don’t pussy test me …

And furthermore these goobers up here be popping shit ..like if they saw me coming in real life they wouldn’t cross the street …so I check they punk asses.

I’m a perfectionist…after I finish I always think of some other way I could have freak it …my mind is always going .

My worst work …my first marriage … I could have done better …
Rhyme wise … recorded “a rose” … written … this shit called “brizzle”

This…..

Classics
We lean back …to the inception this rap shi …
In the ghetto …on floor laminates …doing back spins …
Freeze the frame …
laid with crossed legs …and crooked smile with one hand to hold up ya face …
dookie braids …jellies …and monopoly money … all hunids and five hunids ... pulled toy guns to run it …
friendship meant something …
tho never spoken the truce …between me and you … nothing new
to this day duke ….


Brizzle …my nukkas be my nukkas 20 grand
Women be my women ….and my mans be my mans
And even if the sun ain’t shining on my ass
My brizzle be my brizzle …no question ask …


Son east or west coast …up top or dirty south …
In the Lex Luger …or 10 golds in ya mouth …
We bout it bout …elbows

That’s why i never finished it ….

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Guess who's Back

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The cry I bring down from the hills
__________belongs to a girl still burning
__________inside my head. At daybreak

____________________she burns like a piece of paper. - YK

If fucking were graceful, I'd be your dancer

I have boarded the train to nowwhere waking up to find myself somewhere

who/how are you fucking so gracefully...that yall are dancing andshit?

na.

when was the last time you cried while writing something?

when was the last time you laughed?

if i gave u 1-10 words to describe ur style...

what wld that look like?



>If fucking were graceful, I'd be your dancer

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The cry I bring down from the hills
__________belongs to a girl still burning
__________inside my head. At daybreak

____________________she burns like a piece of paper. - YK

I find something to laugh about everyday, can't be serious all the time.

The last time I cried writing was two years when I had my miscarriage before my son. The shock and impact of my writing about my experience was overwhelming and much needed release.

Description of my writin'-hmmmm good question
"Delusions of granduer mixed with Shakespear's ghost" or better yet "Fragmented dreamscapes crying for attention."

Peace
Kitkat

If fucking were graceful, I'd be your dancer

I have boarded the train to nowwhere waking up to find myself somewhere

did you?

they say writing is therapeutic. is it?

other than the tragic miscarriage...
what else has writing gave you a 'much needed release' for?

good or bad.

show me ur favorite piece ever.

sorry about your loss wint.

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The cry I bring down from the hills
__________belongs to a girl still burning
__________inside my head. At daybreak

____________________she burns like a piece of paper. - YK

I think I put the miscarriage behind me when Marcello was finally born. My pregnancy with his was equally as tough and I was on bedrest for the most part with a pregnancy related illness. Also, during his delivery was touch and go b/c he wasn't reacting well to the contractions. So when I had to have the emergency c-section I could feel the knife and didnt' care- just wanted my lil guy safe and sound. So I was hella drugged out and don't remember anything up until he was in my arms.

Yeah writing is therapuetic for me- I have a crazy mind sometimes and I need to release the demons and the dreams that plague my mind. Even the characters in my pieces are specs of me and the different facets of my personality. So through those characters I release whatever emotions are kickin' my ass for the time being

Favorite piece-damn that's a toughy all my pieces are my baby and I can't really choose one. Sorry, but all have an equal place in my heart good or bad...

Peace
Kitkat
If fucking were graceful, I'd be your dancer

I have boarded the train to nowwhere waking up to find myself somewhere

Even though I dont write much any more.

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

IG: KnowOne215 | PS+ ID: KnowOne215

between being in a relationship and not being in a relationship
when it comes to what you put down on paper?


that 'not writing lately thing'...what's that about?

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The cry I bring down from the hills
__________belongs to a girl still burning
__________inside my head. At daybreak

____________________she burns like a piece of paper. - YK

>between being in a relationship and not being in a
>relationship
>when it comes to what you put down on paper?

When your alone in the world you seem to find solice in your writing. Like the pen & pad is your true love. You write about your feelings, confide the inner person in your words, and maybe even write about the love that you long for. Once your in a relationship, ofcourse you go through that honeymoon period, where ya nose is wide open & your writing that "roses are red" type ish'. However as problems come (which in some shape or form they always do/will) you will always return to your mistress... the written word.


>that 'not writing lately thing'...what's that about?

I wish I knew. Im really at a fork in the road. My inspiration has always come from my pain/depression. Writing was like my life line for as long as I can remember. However, I've in the last 2 years, got some counselin', some brain candy that I take daily, and it seems to kill my depression some what.... but also my inspiration. So Im kinda like Mike Tyson. The depression meds, calmed him down, but when he needed to fight, they would take him off them for awhile so that he could tap into that pain/anger to give him an edge. So right now Im really either gonna go one way or another. Either find a new inspiration, or just give up on writing all together. And as time keeps passin' its lookin more & more like the latter. Which also calls into question should I be mod of this forum. But thats a whole other issue.

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

IG: KnowOne215 | PS+ ID: KnowOne215

put what is so inspiring about pain/depression... into words for me.

what's the most painful writing you've ever done?

the happiest?

why is it more difficult to write about the latter?

is it more difficult?


....

as far as the mod. situation...

when u look at ur record here

whether or not u write anymore is irrelevant

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The cry I bring down from the hills
__________belongs to a girl still burning
__________inside my head. At daybreak

____________________she burns like a piece of paper. - YK

>put what is so inspiring about pain/depression... into words
>for me.

Its the only emotion/feeling is the only one that actually inspires words. I mean in the last 2 years Ive felt a level of happiness that Ive NEVER felt before. Yet.... cant write about it.

>what's the most painful writing you've ever done?

A piece I posted called "The Realest Thing I Ever Wrote". It was in the archive, but I took it out. I'll repost it here if you wanna read it.

>the happiest?
My 1st "Alias - everyone battle me" post. I just called out the whole board & took on everyone who wanted some. And won almost all the battles. I was impressed myself on that one.

>why is it more difficult to write about the latter?

True happiness is a whole new feeling for me.... so I dont know how to formulate it into words yet. I've known sadness most of my life it feels natural to write about it.

>is it more difficult?

Yup.

>as far as the mod. situation...
>when u look at ur record here
>whether or not u write anymore is irrelevant

Really? You think so? I appreciate that. I just wonder what a lot of the new heads, who just seem me pop up in a reply ever so often think of me. (as a MOD I mean)

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

IG: KnowOne215 | PS+ ID: KnowOne215

shoot








www.tommorrowsworld.org

what is the most secretive / embarrasing thing you ever put to paper....?

if you can't tell me that...

what significance does writing things with a double/hidden meaning..

have to you?

do you do it?

if so, where?

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The cry I bring down from the hills
__________belongs to a girl still burning
__________inside my head. At daybreak

____________________she burns like a piece of paper. - YK

set about being good
set about being good
set about being good
XadaboBangGud

i wrote of personal adversity - emptystevies
i write of things that inspire me - XadaboBangGud
i wrote of experiences - idle

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or computer screen.

which of them made you do it recently?

what came out?

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__________inside my head. At daybreak

____________________she burns like a piece of paper. - YK

Miles Davis Laryn Hill De La Soul Sting Mos Def Jimi Hendrix Ray Charles Jimmy Cliff Brand Nubian the Police the Pretenders Talib Kweli Jill Scott Prince Stevie Wonder Al Green Run DMC Dead Prez the Coup UltraMagnetic MC's Alana Davis Sarah Harmer Ben Harper John Lennon Bob Marley Sade Musiq John Lee Hooker Santana Slum Village the Roots Dave Mathews Band Marvin Gaye Gil Scott Heron Jann Arden Beck D'Angelo Big Daddy Kane Schoolly D K-os Nirvana Radiohead Eric B and Rakim BDP Steve Miller Band Led Zeppelin Kanye West Common a Tribe Called Quest Blue Rodeo the Pharcyde Slick Rick Ice T

Laryn Hill's unplugged inspired me to OKplay
Ben Harper inspired "Ben's Shibli's Stevies"
Miles Davis inspired "with a little help from friends"



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:)

http://worthwatering.blogspot.com
Can it be I stayed away too long?/
Did I leave your mind when I was gone?/
It's not my thing trying to get back/
But this time let me tell you where I'm at-- Jackson Five

how often has a broken heart made you run to your notebook/computer screen?

what was the worst time?

who inspired the best thing you've ever written about love? show me the piece.

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The cry I bring down from the hills
__________belongs to a girl still burning
__________inside my head. At daybreak

____________________she burns like a piece of paper. - YK

>how often has a broken heart made you run to your
>notebook/computer screen?

Like most, my best stuff comes from my worst stuff. I often go for long periods without writing, and then feel the need to purge and get it out. I wrote "believe" to get over one heartache, and rewrote it to get over another, ha!
>
>what was the worst time?

Wow. That's a hard one. The first time is always the worst, because you don't know any better. I will never be hurt like I was the first time I got my heart broken. I'm talking about the "snotty nose-make me wanna holla for my mama" first time. It was a hot hurt, that burned fast and comparatively quick.

But the second time is in some ways worse than the first, because you know what to expect. That is a cold hurt. Because you know more about what it really takes to love someone, and open up despite the risk. I think I ended up trying so hard not to get hurt again, that I set myself up for failure.
>
>who inspired the best thing you've ever written about love?
>show me the piece.
>
*Ahem* I will allow the guilty to remain nameless, but it someone I'd known since High School. Almost a love and basketball sans the fourth quarter.

I wrote a poem called

"Things Unsaid"

I have no idea why I am here
I’ll have you know my intentions were
just to
sleep
I didn’t expect that I would feel this
comfortable, relaxed.
Here at your house after a hundred
and one nights of refusing to come
creating clever excuses like Sharazad
who
made up stories to save her life,
I’m here in your bed hoping you’ll save my childhood fantasies
Is this where you wanted me?

I’m ignoring
the strange hunger
of wanting to be filled,
that is simply satisfied by your hug

I’ve been in love
It doesn’t conquer all; it doesn’t even make you a more than conqueror
I’ve spent many a nights longing
smarting
bleeding
my portion of sour poisoned love until the bite drained
The man I loved,
like all the others, left before he came
But you already know that
And you and I are just friends
And we talk so easily
And I don’t want to be here just because you’ve decided you are lonely


But here I am.
I in the poppy fields of your cologne
In the greenness of your arms
new like a fresh blade of grass
I feel the hunger of words without action
The soft jazz on the radio
the presence of music, and the absence of harsh light
which makes everything blur
I am scared to tell you what all women
tell men when they feel like this
That I could imagine one thousand and one nights of forever
like this
Fitting
Getting drunk off your sleepy breath
as it creeps ever so lightly on my neck.
forgetting the wall that you so easily erect

Am I one of many a web of women
who unsuccessfully tried to scale you?
Are you intrigued by the fact that you are in a place no other men have been
waiting
to catch me in your web?

How can I tell you that at seven years old I used to listen to midnight love
Grown folks’ clichés were my soulful syllables
singing of something mysterious that made mommies and daddies shut the door
I wanted to know what Luther and Regina were talking about
when then wailed that sweet plush in the middle wail
Back then
my precocious ears wanted to gulp down like an Otterpop
when I wondered
what
it would feel like
to share this kind of night
warm, sweet, thick and like the back of your neck
with a man like you
How can I tell you that when you hold me closer
and kiss my neck it is like your lips are reading my thoughts
your lips are speaking to me in a language I have never known
but still know like the secret words
of childhood
How can I tell you that I want you to know me,
all of me, invite you to test the waters of part of me that few ever swim?
That I love you more than I ever loved him?

I am afraid of you
Afraid that I enjoy your changing moods
too much for my own good
Afraid because when I hear hurt in your voice
I want to kiss your silence
into speech
until at last I know
And just when I think I hear my fear echoing off my ears
I feel your breath against my neck and your lips are asking me back to
quiet moments a thousand and one days before
I even met you
with a curiosity that
is precocious and real today as it was then

I want to love you.

I want to kiss brown mango lips, so thick and sweet
I am tasting all your vulnerabilities

In this space I want to know you.
See the man behind the wall, if he is willing.
Move me. I’ll let you.

Anita Baker is
coloring
the night a dark shade of blue that rests on everything
including your sleeping face
which is unequivocally one of the most beautiful I have ever seen.

I suck my lip hard,
hold
my words behind my teeth,
my thoughts in the webs of my mind,
my emotions under my skin
before my
my skin, my lips, my mind
end up betraying me
and I slip and say what
could come so easily form my smarting mouth
in this moment,
aware that moments, like the night, like jazz, fade ever so quickly

“it feels good to love you….inside……” Anita sings.

http://worthwatering.blogspot.com
Can it be I stayed away too long?/
Did I leave your mind when I was gone?/
It's not my thing trying to get back/
But this time let me tell you where I'm at-- Jackson Five

when it comes to writing, ms. mimi diva is......?

define 'strong'.

define 'weak'.

which are you?

why?

....

i dug things unsaid.

>I wrote "believe" to get over one
>heartache, and rewrote it to get over another, ha!

haa

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The cry I bring down from the hills
__________belongs to a girl still burning
__________inside my head. At daybreak

____________________she burns like a piece of paper. - YK

a strong writer is an oxymoron..a story teller that gives the world truth

a weak writer is inauthentic


When it comes to writing

Ms. Mimi is....

stronger than she thinks
even in her weakest moments...

http://worthwatering.blogspot.com
Can it be I stayed away too long?/
Did I leave your mind when I was gone?/
It's not my thing trying to get back/
But this time let me tell you where I'm at-- Jackson Five

aight i never liked those in school.

R.I.P. Martin alexander (Marty Gra) Alston - my brother, my mentor , my friend-

how does that influence what you write?

if you could tell everybody here one thing about your area/how you grew up...


what would that be?

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The cry I bring down from the hills
__________belongs to a girl still burning
__________inside my head. At daybreak

____________________she burns like a piece of paper. - YK

( really a bad sign if you read revelations)
Hampton ,Va
>how does that influence what you write?
it has made me more aware of life, the ugly and the beautiful. It made me realize that it takes a lot of strength to survive. My writing is just one of the ways i deal with it.

>if you could tell everybody here one thing about your area/how
>you grew up...
>what would that be?

The whole 757 area is basically Military we have four bases within 20 minutes of each other. It's also a big port area so there is a whole lot of trafficing (legal and illegal).I lived 18 years of my life down the street from a hospital and a high crime area. Just about every night i heard gunshots andambulances. I had A father who is an officer and family members(including my brother ) who where criminals. They all had great stories to tell which is why i like writing stories. Being so close to both sides sometimes i can't tell who is right and well it reflects in my writing. (atleast i hope it does)

R.I.P. Martin alexander (Marty Gra) Alston - my brother, my mentor , my friend-

Creeps out of lurker mode, what do you want to know?
gee

what does your name stand for?

if you could clear up a misconception about you...

or a problem you have on or off the boards with 1-20 sentences...

what would that look like?

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The cry I bring down from the hills
__________belongs to a girl still burning
__________inside my head. At daybreak

____________________she burns like a piece of paper. - YK

I have always kind of kept a low profile and dropped in and out whilst life etc. gets in the way of posting so was getting a feel for the place, who had stayed, who had moved on, what the general tone was, this is such a fluid place that I didn't want to just jump in without a clue what's going on

>what does your name stand for?

err.. not a lot I guess, short for Gavin and my old man always shortened it to gee, I prefer it to Gav (hate being called that) which everyone seems to do naturally so hence gee, having said that, as a kid I used to wear a g on a chain and always said the g stood for git

>if you could clear up a misconception about you...

I wouldn't presume to know what people think of me so not sure what any might be

>or a problem you have on or off the boards with 1-20
>sentences...

Focus

>what would that look like?

I have a tendancy to flit from one creative thing to another and this affects my focus. Primarilly I am a drummer and by that I mean I have been playing fourteen years now with all the music obsessivness that I have because of that. I also write songs occasionally although I spend more time arranging them as well as writing lyrics, book(s) and posting on here. I wrote my first book over the last year and a half I was at uni during a down period musically and although it's not very good I at least know why and it taught me a lot about the process. I have been writing a second for something like three and half years now and am about a third of the way through it. Musically I am currently in the one band that I love being in but for various reasons didn't turn out how I wished musically. My other band just split and so there is a possibility I'll be doing something else with a larger input i.e. doing some wongwriting as opposed to just being a drummer and arranging like I'm currently doing. However, been very frustrated so started to post here again trying to get the juices flowing and because I've missed the work of some of the real talents around here. If you've made it this far I'm impressed because despite only being nine sentences they feel like a whole lot of self indulgent nonsense so the answer is focus, as a good friend once said, "The thing with gee is that he needs a good kick in the arse every now and again."

gee

why isn't Morehouse a world renowned...
best selling author?

do you see words the way musicians see notes?

if so, expound.
if not, expound.

which subject matter scares you a little bit?

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The cry I bring down from the hills
__________belongs to a girl still burning
__________inside my head. At daybreak

____________________she burns like a piece of paper. - YK

shoot.

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