ayo ...i really don't have much to say right now ....
but you know i'm really messed up right now ....
i just now listened to the berfday shout she left me on my machine and it fucked me up ....ayo i can't even believe this shit ....


and i posted her berfday poem with out even knowing ...but i guess there was just this feeling ......


70 pages wide ruled ...back to front ...love you woman



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Message: #0
Subject: (ieyeI) know you ...po&rep?
Posted by One_Man_Amazin on Jul-02-03 at 03:07 PM

My ears miss the sound of the sound of you missing my ears …
My eyes miss the eyes that looked back from inside your eyes…
Your taste is still with me …
But your touch has been long gone …
we share breath …
on a rainy afternoon only to never touch again ..
then let our rawest emotions spill onto these whites …
Pages ..
Linens ..
Eyes…
And Let the cry of love missed over flow onto cheeks and down faces ..
let them weep ..
the tears
of
lovers who never knew love ..
friends who never became ..
partners who never exchanged

breather’s

who

never

shared

breath....



They will never understand our connection.



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Message: #4
Subject: August
Posted by 3rd i on Jul-03-03 at 10:02 AM
In response to message #0

I am remembering the month of Augustus
You have always been the bearer of my sighs
Flesh upon my flesh
Your tongue licked the hollows of my southern groove
I could rely on the sound of your voice like the rising of the sun
I needed to be under your skin so I can feel what living really was
The earth quakes when u moaned
Monarch butterflies soared on gentle breezes
Your kisses were tempered to the seasons
You found be beneath the ocean’s waves
Dreaming of dry land
Called out to me in the voice of my soul
They have never known that
Artemis walked among them
You have whispered sounds in the palm of my hands
And I
Wept at your feet




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Message: #6
Subject: RE: August
Posted by One_Man_Amazin on Jul-08-03 at 12:04 PM
In response to message #4

I spoke those ….Words escaping into the nape of your neck too high to
hear with the ear…telling of love unconditional …and unchanged even
..when neglected by the very fuel …to which set this fire ablaze …this
game has taken a wrong turn into …I love you?

This game has taken a turn …a bank and a roll in to final
approach…steal away for a day… I’ll rescue ya broke heart for my pleasure then
throw it back where I got it from … and the cycle continues …

From big gurl blues to love you’s to miss you’s to fuck you…realizing
that I can’t move without thinking of you…we shared breath …and at that
very moment your air was my air and my air was your air and the very
thing that kept you alive kept me and we shared time space and relevance
at that moment ..the with out even looking back threw that heart of
yours back where I found it …and lost my pride at the same time …that’s
missing …missing breathing









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Message: #10
Subject: What i carried
Posted by 3rd i on Jul-10-03 at 09:28 AM
In response to message #0


I left with more than memories
Confused and couldn’t be near to me
The carrier of your ghostly seed
There were already TWWWWWOOOOOOO from you a
3rd u would have gone unnoticed
I would have said to him...baby u came from 3 months of unconditional
poetry
Of unsent notebooks, of I h(l)a(o)t(v)e(e) you’s.
He was the unborn son of our poetry








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Message: #12
Subject: RE: What i carried
Posted by One_Man_Amazin on Jul-11-03 at 02:38 PM
In response to message #10

Of unsent notebooks, of I h(l)a(o)t(v)e(e) you’s.
He was the unborn son of our poetry
Because u rejected me my body rejected him
Toxic soil to a seed planted in l(u)o(s)v(t)e
My grief would not let me bare a reminder of you


My seed aborted life it self and chose “strait to heaven” as the option
…with out passing GO
The barren orchard can not bear the fruit of love.. can not bear the
fruit of love .. only holds tree of lust .. and what lust brings is Sin
.. tho you neva had the opportunity to choose which road to take .. me
holding the keys .. neither damned enough to bear …rotten seeds .. oh
how could love be so cruel .. next life time!!!

sig.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Guess who's Back

The words I write are pieces of a long forgotten song

I have searched the world over seeking something that I have always carried within me

What is strength?

To draw from the well of my soul the energy to keep going forward

What is satisfaction?

Knowledge that this moment will never die.

I am on a carousel smiling

A moment of clarity where I remember who we were

I stretch my arms to the sky to embrace the sun

To show you that although I will never touch the sun

I can always reach

That is hope.

I am not incomplete without you

I deceived myself for so long thinking I wasn't whole

Thinking I wasn't worthy of love

I write, not because I'm sick but because it's like breathing

Words are forming on the horizon and I can feel Eurydice behind me

I was weak beaten by harsh desert winds

I had been exposed

My eyes

My brown eyes were closed

I was blind holding on to the doctrines of false prophets

Lost in a city of well wishers

I was a woman who didn't walk because she had always been told she couldn't

I slept for so long

I needed only your strength

I wanted only your love

In the end

I found my true self….waiting and wanting nothing

My skin is warm

My eyes reflect the light that is shining within

This is my covenant

That the void never needed filling

The void was always a void

Cocooned, I wanted to be safe from myself

I am an abstract individualist that wanted to conform

To a world that would still reject me

-Tichana Chipp
(3rd i)

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"And the more you hit something hard, the more hardened it becomes--the stronger it becomes. And that's what's happened: I'm resilient." - Michael Jackson

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http://sweetcreams.tumblr.com/

wow....wow....wow...


R.I.P.

<----- my phone

www.myspace.com/prolifkochise
www.soundclick.com/bands/9/lifthalegend_music.htm

"No one is smarter than anyone else, they just know more" -- Brian and Brandon

She showed me love.
Was good friends with my sis.
Mos Def she will be missed



Okp won't forget your work and contribution


Thanks for sharing your thoughts and ideas for us to see

I really don't know what to say...This hurts...

R.I.P.

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

R.I.P.

we was a little fam in here...
she was loved.

peace to you and yours and her fam.

_

shakin your block with a 6 million dollar bop

_

www.davidevanmcdowell.com

..............

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

I can't say anything.

I simply don't understand.

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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"

fmi: http://www.myspace.com/delrica

I knew from afar...this enigmatic moment...
Souls kindred...roads travelled similar...
Sat sidecar and coasted thru related scenery...
Compared old soul scars and red dirt roads...
Over collard green casserole fat back...
words run short like time did...
and I am keenly aware...
of gaping black holes where love once stood...
if only....

vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv

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and don't forget to check "DVS 4 ALDERMAN"

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shes my friend...

..damn...i ccan't believe it

I didnt know her but
still i show affection,
coz even though some dont
doesnt mean we cant express,
my respect for life and death
but friends is much more,
so i understand the pain,
many have gone though.

R.I.P

Intoxication, my voicebox rocks the nation
Sweet affiliation, the Doe Or Die situation - Az

*shakes head*

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http://www.lulu.com/content/132318
http://msmind.blogspot.com|the life

l'amour est la médecine fidèle d'un dieu.
i'm aching for your awe ©ms mimi diva

i went to bed last night with this on my mind
and its still haunting me
her family
her upcoming wedding
her peers
her words...
i really dont know what to say

i want to hug my friends and tell them i love them
hold my babies close, really close
mend fences with those that have drifted away

i usta read her poems and think...
i wish i were brave enough to share
what i write about my pain
and wished i was courageous enough
bleed honesty into poems
the way she did

her poetry dug deep
made me
uncomfortable
sometimes
stuck to me long after
i'd read the words and phrases
beautifully written
always
and so dam
honest
and that was just a part
of her

shit...
rip

@asiaradiant

I didnt see it comming this time.... for once I thought she was happy. I owe her my life.....dag.... I dont know what to...
I love you Nikki.... Im glad your finally at peace.
thats all I can say for now.....

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

IG: KnowOne215 | PS+ ID: KnowOne215

i just want chu to know
how i feel
how i feel

..

*sad day*...

www.anthologyfmn.com

Enter the Written World of Fahim Malik Nassar

The House of Caine (available)

Melancholoy Funk (available)

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

The Spook who sat by the Radio Poetry (av

this was a strong, talented, deeply complex woman who i respected extremly... she played a long and
profoundly important roll in my life here on freestyle for many years...

im so sorry she felt hopeless.. i hope she can see this and know how much she was loved..

rest peacefully beautiful.

Breathe E.Z.

~Vee~

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....:I'm Focused, Man:....
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"Do Not Let This Universe Regret You"

When she tried the first time she talked with southjersey and she was on AIM trying to get in touch with someone. I was asking her every 5 min was she okay. I hate this.

Stayls aka Peaches Cochran (THE REAL STAYLS)

Yes Natty!™

Don't try to downplay Pac and get mad because MC Underground with his complicated flows and lyrics can't move a crowd even if he pointed a gun at them. -Clash Sic

you took everything with you
& now we're left to mourn your silence.

i can't finish this.

i need time to process.

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@frawgystyle
IG = @frawgychurl

Tishana's memorial service will be Sat @11am at Hall and Jones funeral home, 2005 G str brunswick, Ga

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

IG: KnowOne215 | PS+ ID: KnowOne215

<--get grown,bus!--


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

let's talk:
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my uncles:
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so & so
such & such
bullshit?
pretty much.

Nikki always tried to get me to post in Freestyle and we used to tease eachother back and forth about it. I would come and read her poems but I never posted one of my own. She was always supportive and encouraging to me and that is something I will always hold in my heart.

I know she loved this forum.
And I know many of you loved her.

God bless her.
She is a beautiful spirit.

Much respect and love.


R.I.P. 3rd i: Heaven has a new Poet Laureate.

http://board.okayplayer.com/okp.php?az=show_topic&forum=20&topic_id=11026&mesg_id=11026&listing_type=search

She will be missed. This sucks.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y9KC7uhMY9s
You Know What Love Is.

www.myspace.com/ryendavidmusic
or
http://i8.tinypic.com/24qmosp.jpg
or
http://tinyurl.com/9u9nm

i didn't know her, but honey girl had me @ her screen name. as i lurked in freesyle, i looked for the eye, her i, if i didn't see it, i usually backed out. this is really sad and haunting right now, since out of the few poems i read, i chose to reply on one that alluded to death, oh this hurts to hear this. so, rest gently dear angel, rest gently, but when you get tired, reprise your glow ever-more, ever more!


True rebels after all, are as rare as true lovers,and in both cases, to mistake a fever for passion can destroy one's life@james baldwin

may she rest in peace. may she truly rest in peace...

*sighs*

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

l'amour est la médecine fidèle d'un dieu.
i'm aching for your awe ©ms mimi diva

why life gotta be so unpredictable??? thoughts and prayers to the fam and fellow okp's who were impacted by this loss...

over and out
du

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

-du

i just want chu to know
how i feel
how i feel

In the name of 3rd i, RIP you will be deeply missed.

Only God can judge me - 2Pac

damn.

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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?

@}-,-`-

He looks determined without being ruthless
Something heroic in this man, there's a courage about him
Doesn't look like a killer
Comes across so calm, acts like he has a dream
Full of passion

I miss Dilla~

damn... just... damn...

yo im so confused....am i thinking correct somebody hit me up asap



...this is southern face it/ if we too simple, then yall dont get the basics/ - Lil Wayne The Carter 2

http://www.soundclick.com/artist/5/youngsleep_music.htm

http://www.myspace.com/youngsleep

soundclick artist Pappa... track "Abandoned Child"

this shit is gonn break my heart forever

zin man I need a hug *CRIES*

this didn't fucking happen.. it didn't it just fucking didn't

I love her

this shit got me on my knees.. i can't poor enough liquor or write something worthy.. that woman was a queen, and she sufferred and I love her and I miss her oh fucking godammit do I miss her.. please.

fucking computer's gonna short out I'm crying so hard on it right now

she always spoke fondly of you and i know that the pain i am feeling must be tenfold for you. i know we can get thru this and i have some plans in the works to tributize her memory so that her beautiful words are not forgotten.

i wish there was more i could say to make it hurt less, but i am struggling myself. i just try to take comfort in knowing that she is no longer in pain, and she will continue to touch lives like she did when she was alive.





R.I.P. 3rd i: Heaven has a new Poet Laureate.

i never interacted with her much...but her words inspired me at times and in that is the continued blessing i think we all feel within the grief...

butterfly gone much
too soon; travel free of
earthly pain and fear.

farewell sis...

the new sig-

"When you know that the life and spirit of others depend on your life and spirit, you have no right to be afraid - even when you are terribly afraid."

-Sembene Ousmane

during my big depression years the freestyle board, people like 3rd i, was an extended family that really helped me through shit...even if i wasn't one of the main heads on this page and stayed lurking mostly it did make a difference.

i'm sad to hear this. 3rd i was always gracious and her presence and words will be missed. peace to her loved ones. damn.

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http://fivedeadlyeverythings.wordpress.com
bamf.

may a piece of peace wrap her in warmth

may whatever higher power she believed in welcome her with a smile

may her loved one's sorrows be replaced with her best moments

protect her, love her, take her to the place that she most wanted to be

ameen.

it just so happened this was the first response i clicked on...

that says it about as well as any other.

bless her life.


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~*~http://omidele.blogspot.com/ ~*~

"...we don't think in the dialectical rigid pattern of quatrain or synthetic pattern of sonnet: We think in blocks of sensation & images. IF THE POET'S MIND IS SHAPELY HIS ART WILL BE SHAPELY." ~allen ginsberg

im fuckin stunned, what an amazing writer

i didnt know her personally but it kinda felt like it cuz of her poetry on here

i was reading her myspace (myspace.com/3rdi) and thats so sad she was too young only 31.... maaaaaan

I can't speak.

*********

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

I have changed my AIM if you want to say Hi click on my orange man

good...

...ness

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

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

RIP 3rd i and sorry.
why has a million answers, same with how, when, who, where.
Sad and sorry are just some. "that could have been me" and I'll keep reading your poetry and wonder. For all and any of us this is a pity.
Love, peace and eternal blessings