feel free to flap thoughts and phrases
think free and lace us
with the lyrical gift of LOVE...via poetry
emcee spitting or prose n short story...

here we go...

===========freestyle==========================================

i think love is over.....rated
love is over...then we rade it
we rate it

biz marquee said the bridge is over
boys to men called it the end of the road
musiq tried to have a conversation with her
but Aaron Neville asked her to just: Tell it Like it Is...

Love
is the power to let go of the past and be with what is
it's the freedom of letting others give
even if a complete understanding of what it looks like
is invisible... u just don't know...

i have no purpose other than to love
and sometimes it hurts
cuz sometimes i think that love has to look a certain way
but when i try to change her
it burns
it cries
it chokes fights breaks free and then it dies
because of me

i have no rhyme or reason
no formula no structure or rule to follow
love isn't something you plan for or evaluate
its something you take in and accept
or let it go and manifest
let it comfort you
and help you Be the Best

i'm speaking of that mellow love
soft head planted between milk-filled breasts
the love that nourishes babes hunger and thirst
bruising burnt-almond nipples
sucking
til there's nothing left
but rest...

i'm talkin bout that hungry love
that
can't sleep til you go to sleep while im on the phone
love
that
you should name me different when introducing me to yr friends
kinda love
that
i love your deeper than i let you know cuz i'm scared you might
love me back love

that love is pure
this love is free
but love stays censored by our past perceptions and analogies
can never get the true YOU or true ME
to
busy
conjuring up excuses
why you wouldn't couldn't shouldn't
but should toobad u didn't or don't know if u could
love me for me bullsht.
love is so uncomplicated and i can't stand it
cuz
the nature of being human
is centering all things around self
and self-control
fk the knowledge of god and connection of all
through breath-life-earth-water and (fire) soul
my goal

is to love til love asks for time out
love til love puts her white flag up for surrender
love til life says "get a room" in eternity cuz
folk can't handle that real sht.
i said

im here to love me
u
her
him
us
we
them
all
GOD

until life is just a four letter word
and love
becomes the silence that comforts the unliving

until
love
becomes the voice
of hope joy and peace
and teardrops of a father sister mother brother friend
that's been forgiving
even after death claims life after words spoken without thinking

yes

im sayin

LOVE

im callin u out sista
stop cuttin me the eye and hidin out
cuz my azz is out and my hearts in a sling
and im not drawin my hook back until i know your caught

and under my wing

LOVE

i love u
u love me
and
hey

we need each other
cuz without me in your life LOVE
there'll be no such thing
as the joy of romance
and the passion of 2 lovers
wrinkled blood-stained sheets and lavendar-scented satin covers

then

there are the others

that

without u in me

Art
Language
Religion &
Culture would not exist

without yr injection in my being and...and....

and

i wanna stop this poem but i keep finding words to say
maybe
the whole point is to be

speechless

just that would explain

why

love needs to be free
to be love
in u
me
her
him
us
and them

love is over..rated.
under-stated
but most of all

under appreciated

let it sink in

and let's just be... s p e e c h l e s s . . .

*selah*

~MUSE

(C) Copyright July 31, 2003 by Artist Known As MUSE - MarcArthur St. Juste

...
..
.

Speak and it shall manifest
Breathe and it shall live
Love and it shall triumph
Give and it shall never be
lost... ever... - MarcArthur
St. Juste

"not one voice unheard" -
VOICES NYC (Brooklyn, NY)

HALLELU YAHWEH! AMEN

Wow Muse, you always amaze me. Lovely piece... Don't know if I can add to something so complete... I'm gonna have to think on that a minute before I try.






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The day you can judge someone is the day you can become them...Until then, it's all speculation

can't wait for you to drop a line or two...

jump in... the water's good... *smile*

~MUSE

...
..
.

Speak and it shall manifest
Breathe and it shall live
Love and it shall triumph
Give and it shall never be
lost... ever... - MarcArthur
St. Juste

"not one voice unheard" -
VOICES NYC (Brooklyn, NY)

HALLELU YAHWEH! AMEN

you. this was peace and beauty...a little angst, but in the right places...i like the lines below... missed ya.

n.

>love needs to be free
>to be love
>in u
>me
>her
>him
>us
>and them
>
>
>and let's just be... s p e e c h l e s s . . .
>

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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."

i could be love
but for a minute...
and feel the things she feels
the way she heals and seals herself
IN love
WITH love
FOR love
so that she can give MORE love
of herself
to another

i would take that chance
and stand proud to be the one
IN love
proud to be the
ONE love

just for you
and you
and you

until i've multiplied myself
into yourself your self your SELF
and fired your soul with love's passion
to live in love
for eternity with me....

but i see i can't
be love and love love
'cause i don't yet love
the way love is loving me

and the minute ends
incomplete
'cause love just asks too much
love just asks far too much
you see.


peace all.

nats

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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."

i were love and love were a man
would you still want to be me
love me
take my hand? or would you, too, flee?

seems the only one complicated is me
not love not u not us not even "we"
but me

what if i loved you unconditionally?
is that possible for a man
a woman
or anyone who lives for selfish needs?
whether good or bad
done for others and society
truth is
our love is
not unconditional
always looking for a return or
dividend
never looking for a divide or end but
always searching to receive SOMETHING
'on the other end'

if we truly loved
without
motive

i truly think the world would end

cuz love doesn't ask much

its just that we want an end
when we give love nothing in return

what if
i

"would take that chance
and stand proud to be the one
IN love
proud to be the
ONE love

just for you
and you
and you

until i've multiplied myself
into yourself your self your SELF
and fired your soul with love's passion
to live in love
for eternity with me...."

would u

allow yourself

to truly love me?

or would u want a dividend in return...

*breathe*

....

~MUSE

...
..
.

Speak and it shall manifest
Breathe and it shall live
Love and it shall triumph
Give and it shall never be
lost... ever... - MarcArthur
St. Juste

"not one voice unheard" -
VOICES NYC (Brooklyn, NY)

HALLELU YAHWEH! AMEN

conditionality is a way of life you see
and love
she doesn't come conditionless
that would be a strapless braless dress

with N O support

giving gravity a chance
to bring IT whatever it may be
down
all around us

lifeless

and definitely, the world would end
without thinking about the dividends

the dividends

the ends do make the means
to give and get more love
because love asks for nothing in return
except the greatest return of all
MORE L O V E

dressed up as man woman child
aged eternal
it doesn't matter the gender or time

the need is all the same
given and taken over and again

so if you were me
and i were you
and we lived in love
i
you
we
and them

bartering ourselves on the only currency there
could you stand the cost of the exchange?
could you give measure for measure?
the value of our worth?
for eternity
JOY and PAIN?

it's a balance in opposites
this love thing

and i could live it
i could be it

if you guarantee me
that you'd do the same

so take the chance

"stand proud to be the one
IN love
proud to be the
ONE love"

with me

...giving/receiving the dividend in return.



peace,

n.

*big ___ exhale!*

look at what you made me go and do

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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."

its something you take in and accept
or let it go and manifest

and love is love love.. as Method makes us think
that todays love has encompassed through to the physical sense
that a sensation of love is a sexual innuendo
and orgasms are what you'll cherish next to me in bed
but no..
love
should manifest on a daily basis
with open ears and eyes to the children of the world who cry
for love and peace and understanding
i love the happiness that it brings
it makes me want to sing
don't ask me why
we give props to love and know it's feeling
but is love all around us
when we aren't looking?

what about those who never learned to love
leaving it in a waistbasket to burn
can they learn or be taught
can someone relate to them and help them grow?

~~~~~~~~ luv R.
https://www.facebook.com/robyn.wildchild12
psycho.
"Institutions encourage us to consider the opinions they sell as "facts" and that we "believe" rather than question the morality they pitch."
cities need fewer shopping malls and more skat

"as Method makes us think
that todays love has encompassed through to the physical sense
that a sensation of love is a sexual innuendo
and orgasms are what you'll cherish next to me in bed
but no..
love
should manifest on a daily basis "

love should manifest on a daily basis... amen. amen... a..men.


~MUSE

...
..
.

Speak and it shall manifest
Breathe and it shall live
Love and it shall triumph
Give and it shall never be
lost... ever... - MarcArthur
St. Juste

"not one voice unheard" -
VOICES NYC (Brooklyn, NY)

HALLELU YAHWEH! AMEN

I done gave up on love,
threw my hands up to the sky,
and told the Lawd, send
it to someone else, cuz
I've had my time with love.
in its most inviting stance,
love can make you
forget you're human,
make you lose your mind,
and hang on to the worst
thing that could ever happen
to your life (a worthless man).
love ain't flowers
and candies on valentine's day
wrapped up nicely,
smiling and waiting to be opened..
it's drama filled days
and sleepless nights,
hot showers alone,
and too many wet pillows....
love ain't for everyone,
on its worst days,
it's not even for the romantic...
I've denounced love,
because it's brought me
nothing but.. pain.


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Slowly Surely,
walk away from....
©Jill Scott

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

on this one.

witness: the toy.

---i'm here---

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

mindful,

i can always count on you to be the realist. :-D

i love this:

"love ain't flowers
and candies on valentine's day
wrapped up nicely,
smiling and waiting to be opened..
it's drama filled days
and sleepless nights,
hot showers alone,
and too many wet pillows...."

it's like a reality check that i've experienced on several an occasion. thank u for this.

~MUSE

...
..
.

Speak and it shall manifest
Breathe and it shall live
Love and it shall triumph
Give and it shall never be
lost... ever... - MarcArthur
St. Juste

"not one voice unheard" -
VOICES NYC (Brooklyn, NY)

HALLELU YAHWEH! AMEN

well, alot of people bashin but Ax is graspin love on branches tight rope walkin twigs for that heart pumpin advantage/and that might be cause i never felt love but "is this love, is this love!!!" ya damn right, im positive concrete in stone king next to his queen on the throne connected like hands control a microphone/viking poem, swinging love on the edge of my sword, piercing a heart and in turn creating some new borns/now move on, negative classifieds leak ink outside passive eyes, its ya classic rise minus the fall, occasional politik an argument and then make up after all/its a battle call just like hate, only difference between the 2 is that thin line of debate/diggin in the crates piecing together art within the heart, total package inside ya cabbage revealing darts that flame the spark/ive been carded by love, id'ed and fingerprinted, antique type of shit priceless breathe this clenchin fist/

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

I FLY LIKE A FISH
YOU SWIM LIKE A BIRD
TOGETHER WE WILT LIKE A FLOWER.

I was here (1983- )

he told me my toes were pretty.......and sucked the one in the middle with assertion...........i let the juice slide down my knowingness and floated........willingly...........into..........seeing what silence looks like in the pre-dawn................



then........right before we showered......right after we mourned within each others souls of past confusion................he licked my sweat.............tasted my brow..............and told me............in the worst way........he loved me.


kimabe03

if you didn't define yourself for yourself you'd be crunched into other peoples fantasies of you an eaten alive.

audre lorde

This line did it for me, not sure what it is about these words but I liked..

"in the worst way........he loved me."

Cool share

that was nicely done.. i liked it lots..

~~~~~~~~ luv R.
https://www.facebook.com/robyn.wildchild12
psycho.
"Institutions encourage us to consider the opinions they sell as "facts" and that we "believe" rather than question the morality they pitch."
cities need fewer shopping malls and more skat

in the worst way...

i love yr poems, yr lyrics, yr energy...

"he told me my toes were pretty.......and sucked the one in the middle with assertion...........i let the juice slide down my knowingness and floated........willingly...........into..........seeing what silence looks like in the pre-dawn................"

ayayayee... no words.

BEAUTIFUL! (k, maybe one...*smile*)

~MUSE

...
..
.

Speak and it shall manifest
Breathe and it shall live
Love and it shall triumph
Give and it shall never be
lost... ever... - MarcArthur
St. Juste

"not one voice unheard" -
VOICES NYC (Brooklyn, NY)

HALLELU YAHWEH! AMEN

together we wilt like a flower...

the imagery in this... *shakes head & smiles*

nicely done.

~MUSE

...
..
.

Speak and it shall manifest
Breathe and it shall live
Love and it shall triumph
Give and it shall never be
lost... ever... - MarcArthur
St. Juste

"not one voice unheard" -
VOICES NYC (Brooklyn, NY)

HALLELU YAHWEH! AMEN

"is this love, is this love!!!" ya damn right, im positive concrete in stone king next to his queen on the throne connected like hands control a microphone/viking poem, swinging love on the edge of my sword, piercing a heart and in turn creating some new borns"

connected like hands control a microphone...

if anyone emcees from the heart, u feelin this line. that's str8 real homie... nice drop.

~MUSE

...
..
.

Speak and it shall manifest
Breathe and it shall live
Love and it shall triumph
Give and it shall never be
lost... ever... - MarcArthur
St. Juste

"not one voice unheard" -
VOICES NYC (Brooklyn, NY)

HALLELU YAHWEH! AMEN

It creeps right into your hearts chambers=pumping=like=monsoon=boom

Un-expected it's in me

He=I=Us

I'm feeling the thrust=rush
My soul rids drifts of yesturday
His voice brings search in my maze
Never new this would be me
Where love rest
Sleeping peacefully in my chest

He=I=Us

We're ready
Gravitation has begun
Like earth on its axis
Spinning round & round
Endlessly my walk is dizzy
I'm falling in love?

Not sure, whatever "It" is (pause)

(Cell ringing, felt his soul smile, had to answer the call)excuse me fam


to be continued......

Never left un-answered clue's
When in love I'm all truth
Temptations lay
R.I.P it's dead
Wanting me to fall in the pit

He=I=Us

I'm down for whatever
Bonnie and Clyde ain't got nothing on US
We bust with readiness
Implulse tells us that life is greater than he and I
Explore and find peace within
Love self 1st
Then WE can make it

Once the crush un-folds

My eye's reads "LOVE" in bold.

Baring all of me nakedly I lay there next to he
After the intesity of us
We washed in sweet rain

If eyes could speak, we made love with them in the shower
If eyes could speak, our stare's would never end
If eyes could speak, I'd record every freaking word and re-play it back to remind me to keep love aLIVE!

eye's...

I will close them in the night and still see our portrait hanging by the moon
Shadowed clouds formed its frame
Never seen a sky so happy
I'll transform into Stevie Wonder then began to sing "Ribbon's in the Sky"~
We are just two gifts under a tree opened early before that holiday,
Proudly we un-wrapped our love to share forever

Whenever you need me
If allowed by The Most High, I'll always be there

LOVE...

So powerful the word as in reverse it reads *EVOL>LOVE and *EVIL>LIVE
We go forward and LIVE LOVE

I LOVE LOVE
and LIVE IT

I've found another soul who know's my heart beats on time like SADE's Band
"Stronger than Pride"

"it is what it is" MUSE said

Yeah...

I agree now watch my eye's speak again.

Re-Upping this Love Cypher, keep it going

aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

pour it all out on the page
every
last
drop
of

it

it which used to be
all
and
only
and made such perfect sense
at the same time that it was utterly illogical.

funny, some things never change.

think of it like this:

it's christmas morning,
you're 8
and shredded wrapping paper
covers the floor paying homage to
the toys
that will be your companion during the day
and that will lie next to you at night
for the next ___ weeks
until you grow tired of them
just like you did with the toys
santa brought last christmas.

oh, you forgot about them, did you?

well, they didn't forget about you.
and, truth be told, you merely
overlooked
them for the moment
'cause the mustachioed sergeant with the kung fu grip
was the target of a fierce attack
from some oversized stuffed "mutant" animals
just last week
and that same mustachioed sergeant
will probably make the acquaintence
of the shiny, new tractor trailer that turns into a robot
very soon.

so, the new doesn't actually replace the old
it just takes up space alongside it
and sometimes the old is merely a shadow of itself
and sometimes the old gets misplaced
or even chooses to misplace itself
and sometimes the new just doesn't hold your interest
like you hoped it would
or isn't interested in holding you like you'd like it to.

but the bottom line is:

you always need a toy to play with.

and some toys just play better than others.

---i'm here---

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

Dope. Nice love drop. !.

was felt here:

so, the new doesn't actually replace the old
it just takes up space alongside it


energy was definitely in there.....kimabe

if you didn't define yourself for yourself you'd be crunched into other peoples fantasies of you an eaten alive.

audre lorde

was was definatly mind boggling, and yet truthful as all hell.
damn.....

toys that we play with everyday
in search for the thing to make us happy
in our ordained distraction for amusement from reality's goals
we learn the way
and over the days
we get used to that toy
til there's nothing left to imagine with it
but it provides satisfaction
a never ending divine presence of interaction
that we cling to as children do
and until we find the next big thing
that toy is our all or nothing

everything has a different appeal and lifespan
toys jobs friends homes foods trends
they peak and fall on the great bell curve of life
just like
l o v e

~~~~~~~~ luv R.
https://www.facebook.com/robyn.wildchild12
psycho.
"Institutions encourage us to consider the opinions they sell as "facts" and that we "believe" rather than question the morality they pitch."
cities need fewer shopping malls and more skat

than others.

it's christmas morning,
you're 8
and shredded wrapping paper
covers the floor paying homage to
the toys
that will be your companion during the day
and that will lie next to you at night
for the next ___ weeks
until you grow tired of them
just like you did with the toys
santa brought last christmas.

oh, you forgot about them, did you?

well, they didn't forget about you.

I loved the above lines.. this takes me back.. to the time I got a "baby alive," something I wanted for the longest.. it replace my "my child," and now that I think about it.. all I did.. was shove every new toy to the side.. just to make room for even more new ones later... ahh.. "where is the love?" Loved this.



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Slowly Surely,
walk away ....
©Jill Scott

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

i loved this. there's nothing else to it. you had me going in a few directions but you ended it better than i could've even possibly anticipated.

for real.... you made an EXCELLENT point

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breathe.
smile.
live.
be thankful.
give back.

i'd rather not let my heart survive the rest of its life with half-filled emotions.

Beautifully written..your a love prophet.

Yes, love is something you have to work at
Compromising ambitions, goals set aside indefinitely
Heart felt love is not for the faint at heart.
Yet, love makes no demands
It asks or takes—never begs.
Never manipulates
Or conceal barbed thorns in its offered beauty.
And if you think your beloved is characterized by this—
RUN!

"You a 'long way from Starbucks homie...."
Dr. Dre, Training Day

Two warm bodies
Huddled under blankets
Lazily shutting out the Saturday morning chill
Love is comfort

A mother
Putting her very essence on retail
To keep her daughter fed and clothed.
Love is pragmatic

A father
Who encourages his son when he soars
Supports him when he stumbles
And picks him up when he falls
Love is strength

A younger brother
Leaping headfirst into a lost cause
Heartbeat ends in defense of his sister
Love is sacrifice

Hands entwined
Arms embraced
Chests heave in unison
Skin brushes skin
Breath escapes voiceboxes in soft coos
Eyes study lips
Lips curl into smiles
Love is beautiful

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

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love is that butterfly
struggling from its cocoon
. . you could kill it if you assist it

just let it be
. . i made myself a sponge
to the energy around me

-----sig starts here-----
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"I used to walk through the valley
like Psalms 27"
--

Keep this love growing fam...I'm fairly new here and if it wasn't for my love for sharing poetry, I wouldn't be here.

MUSE is a unity starter ~~

Love
it's like that music that i keep on repeat in my head
askin myself the same old question.
Is it still here or is it dead?
and i said to myself why even ask this question
if i need it, i'll fiund the best in, me
the best indeed, the rest i'll free, if
i find the rest in another, time to find my soul
and then mate with another, time to find my queen
because i already love my brother, my mother, my father i never met until today, so it's funny, that i'm writing this today
he touched me on the shoulder and said "My son." in his touch i searched for love, and found none, because i didn't know enough to love, i only knew him for ten minutes. knew him for ten minutes and somehow the love was infinite, but i still wanted more, for sure i kept to myself, the more i kept to myself, the more it damaged my health, but i walk in stealth and let love find me, and when i see it, i hope i can find the key

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I was formerly thenextbestthing if you were wondering.

My name is in the middle of equality~ Talib Kweli

Slow up ak before you get dropped and closed like a caption~Black Thought

So many people focusin on black people extermination, but we keep it balanced with that knowledge of self determination~Talib Kweli in Blackstar

yea you pronounce my name kweli! any questions?-talib kweli-the blast

yeah you pronounce my name tariq..any questions?-Black Thought-Thought at Work

i just noticed that

"I'm sick of these clones/ spitten written sh** off the dome/im sendin em home/back/when I react to this track im gone" ~Me aka BL

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The Business, Let me sell your mixtapes!
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My name is in the middle of
equality~ Talib Kweli

sorry that's all the emotion i could let out right now. i really did just meet my father for the first time today

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I was formerly thenextbestthing if you were wondering.

My name is in the middle of equality~ Talib Kweli

Slow up ak before you get dropped and closed like a caption~Black Thought

So many people focusin on black people extermination, but we keep it balanced with that knowledge of self determination~Talib Kweli in Blackstar

yea you pronounce my name kweli! any questions?-talib kweli-the blast

yeah you pronounce my name tariq..any questions?-Black Thought-Thought at Work

i just noticed that

"I'm sick of these clones/ spitten written sh** off the dome/im sendin em home/back/when I react to this track im gone" ~Me aka BL

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The Music http://www.myspace.com/blyrikal
The Business, Let me sell your mixtapes!
http://www.myspace.com/mixtapesareus

My name is in the middle of
equality~ Talib Kweli

i'm fuckin hungry, kid.

but i just ain't got the stomach to eat
'cause every time i try to put something down it comes right back up
and it ain't pretty
ever
no matter what it looked like on the plate
and it ain't like i always had this problem.
but the truth is:
it was never pretty,
nor was it meant to be
'cause even the times i kept it down
and digested it for all it was worth
those bits that provided
comfort,
strength,
and nourishment
were only parts of the whole
and the most durable part of the whole process was always

the shit

that it yielded
without fail.

---i'm here---

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

last year there was a week with nothing but full moon's & every night the moon took a different hue of blue. one day it was a deep ocean blue, another it was almost a midnight blue but it had a coating of sparkled silver to it...but my favorite was the one that was haloed by what i can only describe as antiqued silver & it was rounded in a way that made me swear it was
folding itself in

i remembering falling in love with the moon that night & i remember telling myself that i wouldn't write for love or love poems anymore... not the way i had.

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breathe.
smile.
live.
be thankful.
give back.

i'd rather not let my heart survive the rest of its life with half-filled emotions.

folding itself in
tearing me up
inside
valleys of blame and bitterness
lies

pieces of paper
floating away on
unforecast winds

love
pure and simple
i was
so naive

cos it wasn't
love
not the way
love was posed to me
supposed to be

love over

not easy

never easy

now it'll never be
easy
how it's meant to be

never love
that way again

cos those pieces of paper
translated into digits
others
and lost dreams

minds eyes pictures
constant snippets of past pain
can't seem to stop them
they keep disruptin the peace

and i know no redemption
uneasy

i'll never know
love
easy
never love
like that
again

~~~


my
blue
song
http://au.briefcase.yahoo.com/bc/lilibluu/lst?&.dir=/blue/blue+thoughts+lunavamoloonerdco&.src=bc&.view=l

My prerogative...

it ceased to live
passed away in my soul and in my mind
because time after time
a thief came and took its light
i learned to slowly
give up the fight
learned to stop envisioning sight
let it take flight
try as it might
it never wanted to really exist here
it survived surrounded in a jungle of fear
and it questioned on why my hold on it was so dear
now i'm swimming in black pools of empty
and the depth wants to drown what it knows is free
step out of my shoes and now i can see
why love could never exist as a 'meant to be'
for me.

------------------------------


'it's like i'm
fightin for freedom, writin for freedom...' -Common

'God opposes the proud but gives grace to the humble.'

James 4:6

i remember my first dosage of male love
his name was Stanley & we were in the second grade & he asked me to be his girlfriend
in hindsight, i should have accepted
b/c i was- what i now know as jonesing- after this boy
i'm a cafe latte complexion
but i would turn into red delicious every time he passed me
i remember that note he gave me... asking me to be his girl
it had that brown sugar scene to it-
a box for yes and another for no
i loved him for that note

i said no b/c i was afraid of the outcome
somehow i knew that it wouldn't last
& i loved him too much to let myself hate him
when things would, inevitably, end

so now, 17 years later, i still have that 2nd grade love
for Stanley
i'll always treasure him for the sincerity of that note
& fear myself more for, somehow, knowing how things will end
even before they start....
especially when it comes to love

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
breathe.
smile.
live.
be thankful.
give back.

i'd rather not let my heart survive the rest of its life with half-filled emotions.

i feel that one ms.

i'm sorta feeling guarded that way myself

what is love?
and do you buy into it?
can you love some-thing?
and also some-one?
and if you buy into it
are you buying some-one?
or some-thing?
is love exclusive?
or is it inclusive?
can you love two things
at the same time?
how do you know it's love?
some say they love out of respect?
but is that where love flows from?
some say love is in the room.
so does that mean it's voyeuristic?
does that mean that we simply cohort
and contort with each other in an attempt
to obtain loves approval?
they say that you can be in love.
so does that mean that we are voyeuristic
or removed from that thing that we are loving
or that one?
is that what love is?
an attempt to be taken away and not realize you're in
something all your own and seperate.
when did lust turn from
to-get-her
into love
together
or is it any different at all.
is one momentary and the other lasting the duration.
is the duration then one big moment.
or do you fall in and out
and just ride the current.

love

Who want drama?
Well you won't find none here,
Keep lookin' under rocks,
All you'll find is fear,
The peers within my circle,
Positive all accounts,
God-like in our nature,
Got no time for bouts,
War you can keep it,
Destroyin' more lives sweep it,
No time in the life-line,
For me to be beatin',
The living daylights and nightlights,
Outta the puffed-chested,
Billy bad-assed,
Rid away wit that trash,
I'll be praying you'll rehash,
All of your child-like innocence,
Positive all accounts

My handles
http://reyhugo.bandcamp.com
twitter.com/ihilbot
facebook.com/yahzone
soundlyfemusic@gmail.com

i wanted to write some off the hook
fly kind shit for him
some shit to have the great love poets saying "damn girl!"
& make the def poets & nuyorican crowd speechless
some shit to just make him cum in his pants & cry all at once
something so fucking fly that he would
demand me to be his,
shackle me up & make me his permanent love & fuck slave
but all i could do was say
"i love you, and i'm infinitely yours"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
breathe.
smile.
live.
be thankful.
give back.

i'd rather not let my heart survive the rest of its life with half-filled emotions.

You are my oxygen, without you I could not be
You allow my every in and ex hale
I am your two parts hydrogen
I give you your flow
We attract and combine
We liquefy and run into and all over each other
We covalently bond
You captured my love at first taste. I was held voluntarily imprisoned by the beckon for exploration of your undiscovered worlds
I was silenced by the awareness of a divine presence
I was illuminated by your essence
You melted into me and I was mesmerized
I spoke in indecipherable tongues, and saw in unlabeled spectrums
I felt, in a sense
Metaphysical
I sensed, that you felt the same





_______closing remarks______

"Love is the most beautiful experience in existence
we exist to experience this beauty"---Janelle M. Segarra

"Loving is much like writing
it is an exploration of the deepest levels of self shared with another"---Janelle M. Segarra

"If it is the dirty element that gives pleasure to the act of lust, then the dirtier it is, the more pleasurable it is bound to be."
--Marquis De Sade

"It has, moreover, been proven that horror, nastiness, and the frightful are what give pleasure when one fornicates. Beauty is a simple thing; ugliness is the exceptional thing. And firey imaginations, no doubt, always prefer the extraordinary thing to the simple thing."
--Marquis De Sade


"Love is anterior to life
posterior to death
Initial of creation, and
the exponent of breath"--Emily Dickenson

"And ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation"--Kahlil Gibran(...and *Z* seems to have learned this the hard way, which it seems is the only way to learn...)

"I am ashamed
to call this love human
and afraid of God
to call it divine"--Rumi (real name Jalal ad-Din Mohammed Balkhi)


Mystic: One who experiences mystical union, or direct communion with God or Ulitmate reality.

Elixir: A substance held capable of prolonging life indefinitely (also panacea) a sweetened, alcoholic, medicinal solution... I am

When you love me , love me not like your shadow, she makes her exit at night’s descent upon the earth, for I am your protector , diligently guarding you until the sleeper in the ocean makes his arrival known.

When you love me, my dear, love me as you would your favorite dish, for hunger for anything more you have not.

When you love me, love me not like you would your pillow, to whom you give no notice between hours of slumber and waking moments, neither love as you would the taste of honey caressing your lips, for a wonderful as they both are, they are still commonplace.

When you love me, my dear, do so as you would a good dream, remembered frame by frame, as you breath the freshest of air that sustains your life. Love me like God’s will manifested, right on time, my dear.


But then , you have always loved me to these depths and beyond and I in turn have loved you just the same.

______________________________
{Diffident:Reserved in manner}

{Alchemy:A medieval chemical philosophy having as its asserted aims the transmutation of base metals into gold.}

Gracias mi esposo! This was so beautiful! Te amo mucho y nosotros seremos juntos para siempre. Le prometo mi vida hasta muerte! *grande beso*



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"If it is the dirty element that gives pleasure to the act of lust, then the dirtier it is, the more pleasurable it is bound to be."
--Marquis De Sade

"It has, moreover, been proven that horror, nastiness, and the frightful are what give pleasure when one fornicates. Beauty is a simple thing; ugliness is the exceptional thing. And firey imaginations, no doubt, always prefer the extraordinary thing to the simple thing."
--Marquis De Sade



"Show me an artist who is not insane, and I will show you a fraud"---Me

"Love is anterior to life
posterior to death
Initial of creation, and
the exponent of breath"--Emily Dickenson

"And ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation"--Kahlil Gibran(...and *Z* seems to have learned this the hard way, which it seems is the only way to learn...)

"I am ashamed
to call this love human
and afraid of God
to call it divine"--Rumi (real name Jalal ad-Din Mohammed Balkhi)

"May I be, forward? Before word, is, intent"--Saul Williams

Mystic: One who experiences mystical union, or direct communion with God or Ulitmate reality.

Elixir: A substance held capable of prolonging life indefinitely (also panacea) a sweetened, alcoholic, medicinal solution... I am

it is what it is...

i heard u say it time and time again
neck twisted
spine disjointed
legs knotted and feet aching

it is what it is...

slap smile bite lick
dance fight scream
cream from tips of lips
to the tip of a lip
dreams
of how we flipped the script
when
life said love was a fantasy
and that
our last meeting

...was it...but

it isn't over

and tho
i'm the one bending over this time
and letting you ride my back like
you were air jordan on seabiscuit w/ hangtime
on the obstacle course of love..

mmm... "i love you"

it is what it is...

broken branches with green leaves touching soil with a drop of rain

it is what it is...

stray fish hoppin on bare floors with sea water at the cracks

*breathe*

really

"it is what it is..."

and i'm letting you be you and me be me
letting everything take its course and not have everything
centered around me
i'm letting love sing her song without cutting her off in between
i'm letting life have a breath without sucking it all up
for no one to receive

*inhale*

yes

i know breathe... the most abstract poem meaning nothing and everything it was meant to be like

when ever you say the words

it... wh...i..s...

it stabbed like a dagger in my feet
now
i understand
u
i know
me
and
it wasn't about what i thought "it" was
or what u thought "it" wasn't
it
simply
is...

and that's why i'm letting go of you
and opening up to me
it's the reason i love you and why i resisted being me
i simply feared what i didn't know
and now i can plainly see

that

"it is what is..."

was your way of saying

that yes,

you, too,

love

me

.

..

...

"i t i s w h a t i t i s . . . "

~MUSE

© Copyright August 8, 2003 by Artist Known As "MUSE" - MarcArthur St. Juste

...
..
.

Speak and it shall manifest
Breathe and it shall live
Love and it shall triumph
Give and it shall never be
lost... ever... - MarcArthur
St. Juste

"not one voice unheard" -
VOICES NYC (Brooklyn, NY)

HALLELU YAHWEH! AMEN

you seem as something from a dream
a dream I've never drempt because your grandeur is too great to conjure with the tool of mortal mind
your depth far too expansive to fathom
I've contemplated beauty, but never known it as brilliant as yours
I've imagined Heaven, but never known it to be so near
the sight of your countenance owns my anticipation
my heartbeat and breath both are suspended with every touch from you
they become metaphysical, leaving my body and drifting, picturesque, drifting under and above the firmament of the vibe we've created
I have been granted visuals into this ethereal parallel universe where the possibility of you and I and realms beyond is the most euphoric concept I've entertained in lifetimes
and in time, life, I'm certain, will grant us the perfection we both desire and deserve...and in the meantime
I desire to deserve you



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"If it is the dirty element that gives pleasure to the act of lust, then the dirtier it is, the more pleasurable it is bound to be."
--Marquis De Sade

"It has, moreover, been proven that horror, nastiness, and the frightful are what give pleasure when one fornicates. Beauty is a simple thing; ugliness is the exceptional thing. And firey imaginations, no doubt, always prefer the extraordinary thing to the simple thing."
--Marquis De Sade



"Show me an artist who is not insane, and I will show you a fraud"---Me

"Love is anterior to life
posterior to death
Initial of creation, and
the exponent of breath"--Emily Dickenson

"And ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation"--Kahlil Gibran(...and *Z* seems to have learned this the hard way, which it seems is the only way to learn...)

"I am ashamed
to call this love human
and afraid of God
to call it divine"--Rumi (real name Jalal ad-Din Mohammed Balkhi)

"May I be, forward? Before word, is, intent"--Saul Williams

Mystic: One who experiences mystical union, or direct communion with God or Ulitmate reality.

Elixir: A substance held capable of prolonging life indefinitely (also panacea) a sweetened, alcoholic, medicinal solution... I am

she was sitting at a picnic table
she wore overalls
and she struck me as exceptional.
she pulled me in like a wind tunnel
spoke like a matter of fact battering ram
and her smile sang songs of wow.

see, i don’t talk about girls too much like this
but first impressions don’t often leave me
far from speechless
and this may be romanticized
but isn’t that
how romance starts
an electric slide of the heart
beating to beat the band

a brush of her hand
when yr too close for discomfort
a brand spankin new canvas
that u can’t color by numbers

and so i stumbled like a stammer
i made it all up on the spot
i don’t know whether she cared or not
but i felt words about new futures
just aching to spill out

time to
chill
out
must
breathe
in

original sin dripping off of her like liquid laughter
and i don’t know what i’m after
or even where she’s at
but i’m happy to have even half
of the brand of musish music she’s plunked out
on the keys to my heart-to-heart talkbox.

in short
she rocks
like stones rolling
like sex pistols
like the who
who is she to shake me into bliss
even my acquired west coast sensibilities
never gave me the abilities
to handle aftershocks like this.

she rocks
like
kiss
planted on cheek
i am knocked into next weak in the knees.
she’s
just sitting there
an overall good woman
looking good in overalls

i need an overhaul
a revision
a second opinion
a remix

my coming apart at what it seems
may not be for the squeamish

but i mean this.
i do.
i can’t help it.
she was a love poem at first sight
and i had to run home and tell it.

and that’s why i let her do this to me.
it’s outward praise of inner beauty.
it’s a chance to express the bashfully unmentionable.
and i do it because
she sat at a picnic table
she wore overalls
and she
was exceptional.

-----
"You Sensitive Bastard", Rob Sturma's latest book of poems, is available directly from the author. It's a pretty book with a real ISBN number and everything.

www.myspace.com/robsturma

beautiful. I loved these lines

"i am knocked into next weak in the knees.
she’s
just sitting there
an overall good woman
looking good in overalls"

"She was a love poem at first sight"

---great lines, I also like the fact that the poem began and ended at the same point. Nice work. Much love.




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"If it is the dirty element that gives pleasure to the act of lust, then the dirtier it is, the more pleasurable it is bound to be."
--Marquis De Sade

"It has, moreover, been proven that horror, nastiness, and the frightful are what give pleasure when one fornicates. Beauty is a simple thing; ugliness is the exceptional thing. And firey imaginations, no doubt, always prefer the extraordinary thing to the simple thing."
--Marquis De Sade



"Show me an artist who is not insane, and I will show you a fraud"---Me

"Love is anterior to life
posterior to death
Initial of creation, and
the exponent of breath"--Emily Dickenson

"And ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation"--Kahlil Gibran(...and *Z* seems to have learned this the hard way, which it seems is the only way to learn...)

"I am ashamed
to call this love human
and afraid of God
to call it divine"--Rumi (real name Jalal ad-Din Mohammed Balkhi)

"May I be, forward? Before word, is, intent"--Saul Williams

Mystic: One who experiences mystical union, or direct communion with God or Ulitmate reality.

Elixir: A substance held capable of prolonging life indefinitely (also panacea) a sweetened, alcoholic, medicinal solution... I am

I'm a sukka for love, no,
I let love suck the very life I live,
Now I write poetry just because...
I didn't think I could get you back with and essay...
Or a sweet song, for that matter it probably would have been faster if I had just asked her instead of trying to flatter her whatever its better that it doesn't matter anymore...
I'll just let her...think she was victorious, ignoring us,
Ignorantly exploring us,
Not coming up with much, but a half-sized heart,
And a full load of lust...

Don't Duck

P.S.A.L.M

http://cashmonet.blogspot.com/

http://www.myspace.com/hollisterholliday

Don't Duck

P.S.A.L.M

http://cashmonet.blogspot.com/

http://www.myspace.com/hollisterholliday

love couldn't tell me what i wanted to hear
love couldn't tell me what i need to say
love couldn't tell me which way to go

so

i taped up love's ears
i gagged love's mouth
i covered love's eyes and i bound love's hands and feet

love wouldn't be able to hear me walk away
love wouldn't be able to call out to me
love wouldn't be able to see which way i left to seek me out and bring me back

when

i put love in a closet
dropped the closet
down a well
sealed it with cement

and moved on

but like the ring
love called out
love seeped through the earth
love haunted me with words

words i'd once known how to say

put them in my mouth
nutured them in my mind

love haunted me with feelings

feelings i'd long since put away

put them in my heart
poured them out in actions

love loved me stronger in my rejection
counted my neglection reason enough
to hold sway over my mind
that had taken over my heart

and bring me back
to contemplating

doing it all again
live it all again

IN THE NAME OF LOVE

'cause love can't be erected
from a fools guide to love
can't be created
from simply being told

you've got to live the love...

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

"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."

to love is to not fear opinions

~~~~~~~~ luv R.
https://www.facebook.com/robyn.wildchild12
psycho.
"Institutions encourage us to consider the opinions they sell as "facts" and that we "believe" rather than question the morality they pitch."
cities need fewer shopping malls and more skat

>to love is to not fear opinions


...and that is the beginning of loving yourself so you can give the same love to someone else.

peace.

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

"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."

We just shared our six month wedding anniversary. What a joyous time. Thank you for everything *smile* I love you dearly. And from now on, it's Coney Island waffle cone ice cream every anniversary!!!!



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_______closing remarks______

"If it is the dirty element that gives pleasure to the act of lust, then the dirtier it is, the more pleasurable it is bound to be."
--Marquis De Sade

"It has, moreover, been proven that horror, nastiness, and the frightful are what give pleasure when one fornicates. Beauty is a simple thing; ugliness is the exceptional thing. And firey imaginations, no doubt, always prefer the extraordinary thing to the simple thing."
--Marquis De Sade



"Show me an artist who is not insane, and I will show you a fraud"---Me

"Love is anterior to life
posterior to death
Initial of creation, and
the exponent of breath"--Emily Dickenson

"And ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation"--Kahlil Gibran(...and *Z* seems to have learned this the hard way, which it seems is the only way to learn...)

"I am ashamed
to call this love human
and afraid of God
to call it divine"--Rumi (real name Jalal ad-Din Mohammed Balkhi)

"May I be, forward? Before word, is, intent"--Saul Williams

Mystic: One who experiences mystical union, or direct communion with God or Ulitmate reality.

Elixir: A substance held capable of prolonging life indefinitely (also panacea) a sweetened, alcoholic, medicinal solution... I am

I have been meaning to participate in this cypher for a while but for some reason I can't seem to get anything going. I'll up this so it doesn't fall off before I do.

*I'm hella hella sexy*

his lips began their journey on my body
& his eyes told me that he wanted to
lose himself w/in the folds of
my inner dimensions
he began to whisper soft, succulent words
over my skin
& those words began to make sentences
that embedded themselves in me
so that his words & thoughts
past, present & future
would become a part of me & we would now
speak in our own tongues.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
breathe.
smile.
live.
be thankful.
give back.

i'd rather not let my heart survive the rest of its life with half-filled emotions.

i thought
love was a simple
buy me ice cream and we'll be friends
til
friendships didn't last forever

i thought
love was a bracelet
or pendant
shared by lovers
til
pieces were kept
but the love was gone

i thought
love was simple
and
that mom and dad had all the answers
til
love smacked me in the face
and kissed me
jacked me up in the heart
and dissed me
racked my brain into disillusionment
then missed me
recaptured my essence
and
rebuilt me
than finally called out
my name
and made love to me

see

i thought
that all my thoughts would matter
made sense
was truth
and couldn't be dispensed
but
love taught me
that thoughts are sensory driven
but when led by spirit
my thoughts = were all nonsense

i know
how much i've experienced
but
i don't know
how much i can take
but
love seems to prove me
time and time again
its not about what i think
or what i thought i could handle
love is not the equivalent of lust
nor metaphor
for things broken or unending

love

is simply love
like
a name is a name
a voice a voice
a soul a soul

each one unique
and is what it is
unchanging
but always moving

love
just is

when

i thought

love

was what will be.

*sigh*

*smile*

*breathe*

yes,

love

is

~MuSe

...
..
.

Speak and it shall manifest
Breathe and it shall live
Love and it shall triumph
Give and it shall never be
lost... ever... - MarcArthur
St. Juste

"not one voice unheard" -
VOICES NYC (Brooklyn, NY)

HALLELU YAHWEH! AMEN