* Accidently deleted the first post... (see we don't delete on purpose, sometimes pc's have a mind of their own.

Anyway, this is the collabo AOTM! This is the time for folk to come together for the love of the word and comprise some of the most creative works ever written.

There's only one rule- Do not post who collab'ed with you in the title, nor in the first line. Reserve that for the bottom of the page to ensure no favoritism. If you want to read work, then you'll read work regardless of who rocks on the joint.

Oh yeah, no crews either. If you're in a crew then odds are you've collabo'd already...
Find someone new, poet or emcee or a combo. Expand your horizons, and learn each other in the process!

This is for Nat'l Poetry Month! Lets have some fun!!!

**Inbox those you want to work with. This thread will be just the work and replies, no convos.

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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

wishing there was something i could say to make u feel better/ upset cause ur upset/ uneasy cause your hurting/ with your head on my chest I could only concentrate on the rhythm ur heart makes when its breaking/ concentrating on whether or not i can hear the pieces shatter becomes my temporary occupation
one of which i plan on resigning from soon because to witness the disaster is like september 11th all over again/ but in this case i'd rather stay in the building and fight my way to the top to save you than to jump out this bitch and leave you trapped inside

but you aint listening to me- cause the more you try and befriend me- and hold on to me- im trying to break away from that- i need my space- and i know it hurts to hear- but damn i think i would hold you even- dear- to my heart- if you could understand- sometimes lovers have to let things flow- in order to find some since of love up in here- between the two of us- i mean- i love you- but whats love- when one is totally miserable- im trying to fight this- i really am- but i need this space baby- so jump out of this- as if this is that window- but baby ill be back to catch you- i love you


COLLABO WIT MARA(TOP MARA) (BOTTOM HARMONI REp 002) (aka THeoRY)

Fake people need their own planet so they can form one person!

that line right there...i know too many people who go through that.

good stuff...GOOD STUFF!!!!!!

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Yo Thanks for the love fam

Fake people need their own planet so they can form one person!

solid drop ya'll.....
>i mean- i love you- but whats love- when one is totally >miserable

felt that line....

Keep Flowin'.......

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an eagle soaring past destitution
with retribution
and peace fleecing it's feathers
through manicular weathers
of pain and corruption,
engulfing abduction
with forces beyond nature, but nature beyond forces
stands with worthy proportions,
peace
it speaks
as mountains take punishment
but still stand with scorned garnishments
saying united we stand, divided we fall
but inane pieces still scrawl,
creating worlds within a world,
evil within a swirl
of peace,
a cycle churned by jealousy
that was born within happiness,
now puddles of envy, sadness and sappiness
stain the already spoiled Earth
but the eagle still flys high,
where the harmony of opportunities are birth,
the eagle seeks the mirror of truth,
through it's beak, a smile is beautiful and no longer cute,
too bad it's dignity is overlooked and no longer sought,
but it still flies, with pride, peace of mind is what it has caught




Spacious skies catch heat
From anticipated defeat
So the eagle flies real low --
Hovering above waves of grain so sweet
Discreet --
Witholding secrets
From a world in darkness & decay
But where I stay the air is thin --
So I inhale peace from a prayer bouquet
Lord --
-- Okay --
Just give us strength and love for today
ONE day at a time to relax & recline
Resting anxieties --
For primordial peace of mind
Sometimes my sea to shining sea rocks so uneasy
From tearful trials & turbulent storms
While the enemy meta~morphosizes
Using vile deceit in various forms
Wars to the left of me --
Wars to the right --
Internal wars wrestle relentlessly
Makin' it hard to sleep at night
So with eagle eyes & outstretched wings
I exponentially evolve and take flight
Over purple mountain majesty's
Circumventing cirrostratus clouds
I elevate hate -- by hookin' a right
Soaring past lightning & adversity
(But still feeling the "Peoples" plight)
We shall see -- This sweet land of liberty
As the vigilant, victorious slayer
But in the meantime -- And in between time
Hold all souls up to the (((Light))) in labored love & prayer

yea, yea, yea, what up, ya know it's DS and photo hittin u wit something lovely. i'm on top, photo on tha bottom. look at this baby we created named peace. h back, tha love is here.

"There is nothing more poetic, but depressing than a male writer" -yours truly

amazing, nothing else to say, great, i cant wait to read it again.

we aint in a crew but decided to name it for when we do get together and rhyme


Yo Im sicker than a cancer patient with lacerations and mental abrasions in an unstable condition/
Have you in the position to beat you into submission you muthafuckas started dissing/
Yall have ya crew names the same as video games that shit is mad lame destabilize your frame/
Pulled out your brain from your nostrils Im the lyrical god yall just disciples with my bible/
You niggas couldn’t spot a punch with wordsworth yall muthafuckas premature in diapers eating Gerber/
Its me and cylence causing violence spitting optics ruin your iris rip out your eyelids im the primmest/
Yo we be wrecking shit our skill is more than adequate yo when the beat drop we let it rip/
Yall wack have ya pissing on yourself like a bladder attack slam ya on the mat/
You cant rock the mic you must have awkward site too see we cant beat you cause me and cylence defeat dudes/
Yall crews skill is as big as your penis and that’s not much yall niggas burly a fetus you cant defeat us and yall cats plainly the weakest/

Y'all can take us or beat us...red factions or dark clouds//Lead blasting
leave heads splashing...moving more blood than heart valves!//
Yo, it's cylence and opt, with lines that can rock any alliance or flock//
of wack rhymers or jocks who might have forgot I'm the nicest to drop//
Who's as tight in the spot? Well news flash, you writing liars are not//
Stop tryin' to box...i'm provin' these dude's pussy, like men minus the
cock!//
I know you're surprised and in shock! Well folks..it's a reason for that~
I'm obscene with the raps to make you queens that attack just lean and
collapse//
May be new to the site...but best believe I've racked hundred of wins//
From guys "trying to be real on the computer"...JUST AS THE SIMS!//
Get adjusted to them...that's the new logo for you screwed homos//
Who don't know, this crew's no-joke...this ain't even a dis, just a huge
promo!//


These crews are terror-shook, soft rappers not harder than Nelly~
So many clowns on this site, it feels like I'm against Barnum and Bailey!~
But I'm the ringmaster, that means I rule the big-top~
Y'all the type to get Ja Rule confused with hip hop!~
Ready for war with this team? Please, dudes don't start!~
F*ck rappin'..you betta DRAW the FOUR like the UNO card!~
You need to hide and scram...I know you're realizing damn, I'm the man~
My tyrant-plans? To put out your blaze like a fire-fighter can~
Know that Cylence is a riot-man~
I'll put the gun in your stomach to ensure there's enough iron in your diet
plan!~
This is the fuel...any competition against us will be physically brutal~
Your lyrics are futile...more "corny and lightweight" than tidbits of
Bugles~
Me and Opt don't give a diddly-doodle...flying-f*ck-or-gosh-darn~
Cuz we use "threads" to "supply defeat" twice-as-much-as-"sock yarn"!~
This ain't no dis yet it's just..me and opt as twinz wreckin' it~
Leaving the majority of this site more OUT-BOXED than sent messages~

tear apart your ligiments your wack and like Dilated Peoples I have ev-i-dence/
what we spit you cant surpass it cause what we kick well cause the back of your head-to-split/
you cats contain no fat like kool-aid drink mix your just for kids like trix/
shit look at your names its shows your maturity claim you 6 year vets when you havent finished pubertity/
so you fucken liars is pussy like vaginas and falopians you dont deserve to hold the pen/
hand your ass to you like a plastic surgeon in order for you to be clean you need to add detergint/
yall cant fuck with real mc's so you practice abstinance and you fuckers are virgins/
you couldnt produce a hook as a pirate yall dont know what the difference between a bar and a line is/
you couldnt be a fresh cat if you took a whole pack of winterfresh if you did your best/
you couldnt get with our worst testing our verse?Ill leave a blood mess on your shirt/
you on dictionary.com checking for words and like a guys horny nut yall brains ready to burst/
that aint even the worst me and cylence we wrecking your verse/

collab with me and cylence the verse with the ~~ is cylence

I may be young but at heart a veteran-optimas

you missing the point...your wackness is connected to you like a bone and a joint...your life’s going in all directions...kid that aint an excuse you need some emceeing lessons...see I leave you so burnt fr

ill drop yo.....
Nice......

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

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dope dope dope. first ive seen of cylence. man has skills and optimas is on point as usual. this is a formidable team.

any enjoyable read. You two play off each other well.
Keep Flowin'.........

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

IG: KnowOne215 | PS+ ID: KnowOne215

was tight. WOW

that needs to be on a tshirt somewhere, a poster, postcard...if bumper stickers could fit it all...bookmarks and lunchboxes (no pun intended).

this here:

Sometimes my sea to shining sea rocks so uneasy
From tearful trials & turbulent storms
While the enemy meta~morphosizes
Using vile deceit in various forms
Wars to the left of me --
Wars to the right --
Internal wars wrestle relentlessly
Makin' it hard to sleep at night

spoke to me so loudly it read itself for me...twice even before i could finish reading the poem as a whole.

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Psychodynamic MixTape

I cross-fade in and out
of your constant reminders,
shifting back into the darker gray area.
I feign artistic ignorance
but watch carefully through thin eyelids.
Moving between the blurs confusion designed.
As grandiose dreams of superstardom
and a unwanted but accepted false self image elope
I grab at angel hair ropes
hung hanging hopes with broken music notes,
left behind in stanzas.

And now I've been beaten by life
and my faith has been bruised.
I'm running blind through chalky dust
and I inhale deeply.

Promoting to youths a false lack of hope
in a world overshadowed by bomber planes.
Ruled by the sound of guns
Humming my melody of violence and self-destruction
while trying to muffle screams
in fifty-dollar pillows,
filled with the finest dove feathers.
It helps me to sleep at night.

I live on the upper levels…of lower class.
Whispering whispers to the wind
and making conversation
with the shrinking cracks called trust
That shrivels as the wealth grows.

I'm one step further
from understanding the sun's wishes.
Growing further away
from answering the moon's questions.
But still pretending
I know what I know, when I don't.
I move in strokes of black
from medium ball point pens
as I watch burning business men fly down
from fifty floors up.

But then it happened….
I heard her flow…..
Had to turn the (free)Bass down so I could focus
And instantly my eyes were opened
To the futility of it all.
And how I reaped what I had sown.
So in a last ditch fight for life & what is right
I choose to leave it all behind.

Living along the edge of titanic waters.
Listening to her band play
under the high tide waves while
the pressure keeps rising.
Their music flows through my soul
and
I forget how to drown.


I don't remember drowning --
Under waterfalls of wisdom
Nor wading --
In whirlpools of wickedness
But I do remember falling down --
In shallow pools of perception
Peeping a reflection
Of distortion --
Twisted in contortion
From tryna bend over backwards to please everyone
I made shade from cloud covers
I siphoned warmth from the sun
But I couldn't run from the harnessed heat of hostility
Lacking shyness and/or humility --
I boldly confront issues at hand
-- Stand --
On a firm foundation --
Filling hourglasses with quartz rocks
Sifted & lifted from sinking sand
I also listened to *KnowOne's* musical band
Serenading my soul with a soothing balm
As I inhale rose petal karma to remain calm
Through controversy & confrontation
I sing in strokes of indigo blues
From fountain pens lit with a poetic fuse
Exploding under pressure in primitive prism'd hues
Kaleido~scoping the climate of nonchalance & blindness
Never~The~Less -- I accept inspirational kindness
From strangers who keep my mind afloat
Sailing on a boat of benevolence
Wearing confidence like a calli~graphic coat


Ya’ll know the deal…..this a KnowOne (1st Half) ~ PhotoSynthesis (2nd Half) collab…….as always it was a pleasure Sis'.....

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that is going to be the word of the century for me...everything i pick to read/listen to lately has been hitting my ear just right.

wonderful work!

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If at first you don't succeed, proceed to the next, but lets
learn from the past and surpass our best...
I suggest we start again, or act like our actions didn't
prevent us from being friends...
Or rewind time to the task, and ask accurate questions, and
learn the lessons that didn't make this relationship last...
I'm going too fast...
I find silence in noise,
And get injured by the violence of choice...
Recuperate and recover just to find you found another,
How long did you search?
You might think I'm being rude, but in actuality it is the fallacies that we choose that has me saying the things I do...
and sometimes i cuss cause i cant calm the storm that was born when u told me to bust...into those sugar walls that installed our lust...
can you blame me for being angry, or belligerently blinded by the burden that maimed me...
I was focused, but but frustrated to the point where I was furious that I wrote this...
Id ask how your day was but u might say good, so I'll act
like I forgot to ask even though I know I should...

and pardon my manners if it seems i don't care
when you tell me about the way that she'll stare
into your eyes and see the ocean
my apathy simply cloaks the emotion
that's ripping through me as i see
i may have lost my best friend
so now i search through this world
to its very end
to find something as peaceful as what we shared
see i knew you glistened above me
long before your descent from azure
and our actions soiled the Elysian fields
where our friendship once lay open and pure
but i can't go back there again
i found peace in our silent departure
and to go back would be to rob someone else
of the blessing of you
so i do search...
until i find somebody new
and if at first i don't succeed, i'll proceed to the next,
learn from my past and surpass...

Prodigious and Delrica collab...the verses were spit in that order...

Don't Duck

P.S.A.L.M

http://cashmonet.blogspot.com/

http://www.myspace.com/hollisterholliday

'twas a pleasure to collab with you. *smile*

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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

Don't Duck

P.S.A.L.M

http://cashmonet.blogspot.com/

http://www.myspace.com/hollisterholliday

Nice collab y'all...felt the perception in the words of both verses...damn...liked the way it was interlaced...go on ahead y'all...

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

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

nice collab.... ya'll really vibed off each other....
Keep FLowin'.........

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

IG: KnowOne215 | PS+ ID: KnowOne215

thanks!

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Check this spring cleanin summer schemin poets fiendin for it type script… indian winter storm trooper swoop ya from intergalactic sports whips / dodge the avenger eye send ya or make it a night to remember… bet meye front fender offend ya leave ya stained red like legal tender / got busted shovels, rusted ice picks and only table salt left… these snow angels are caroling fables the auditory can’t digest / got seeds ready for fertile soil from months toilin in the basement… foiled again by madre natural seems her urge has grown complacent / standing adjacent to space and time on the grind plow in hand… playin like she ain’t gonna let me hit it this year… eye’ll be damned / flip that savy syllabic delicatesse that finesse like conditioner… make her undress down to her mantle tryin to shoot meye roots up in her / threw in the mazzy starr and by far played the role of procreator… just add water and ultraviolets for this summer’s thirst satiator……


Almost time to break out the white kicks to cross the block and
The weather makes me wanna bump Blackalicious in the walkman
No more jacket no more toque I can undress the fro
Great lakes on the concrete created from the meltin’ snow
Civil war ragin’ on lawns the last bomb’s about to blow
Grass pokin’ through like POWs who’s captors just let them go
How can you be depressed this time of year? That just don’t make Sense to Mo
The sunshine charges me up like I had superpowers
Go out and play some ball I could shoot for hours
Thinkin’ ‘bout employment so I can have some fun this summer
But workin’ on a day like today? Damn that’s a bummer
But sittin’ on my ass in class starin’ out the window at the green grass
The sun glintin’ off the cars that pass time crawlin’ by slow but my life’s goin’ fast
Lookin’ at this bitch at the front yappin’... man I already know this shit!
I just wanna go outside and burn a tree even though I quit
I wanna fill a whole notebook with rhymes but damn... writer’s block is a bitch

This has been a syllabic/jumanji production.

משה גידון בן יעקב עיסר

i would definitely have to hear this, cuz i'm having a lot of difficulty reading it out loud without knowing the true rhyme scheme.

but nice work!!!

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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

Don't Duck

P.S.A.L.M

http://cashmonet.blogspot.com/

http://www.myspace.com/hollisterholliday

((((((((.dioneye.))))))))
...meye style relieve...call me dioneye the eucalypt...

Peep my band Spanish Blue @ myspace.com/spanishblue

Don't Duck

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http://cashmonet.blogspot.com/

http://www.myspace.com/hollisterholliday

well done.......well done.....
*claps*
Keep Flowin'.......

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

IG: KnowOne215 | PS+ ID: KnowOne215

Picasso's

An inebriated imagination
per constructed situation,
constitution alienated,
initiation of counter-
demonstrations that cast
revolution sideways.
Winding,
past tunnels that funnel
incoherent bubbles
of oxygen, again,
intoxicated speech of
troubled impediments,
resident negligence.
Come now,
take America by the throat.
Cutthroat sheep placed
in chokehold tendencies,
while wolves wear wool,
to look cool.
Tidy up.
Make it comfy for me,
commercial.
Infomercial late night.
Spite the differences,
despite the relevance,
of reality.
Turn the tv over,
tubes and serial numbers
on blank screens blink,
like alarm clocks on power outages.
Stuck for time and broken of why.
Why care in the thread of a woven head?
A conformed uniform,
stellar,
in the cellar of deformity.
Synchronize the system as one
malnutrition of jurisdiction,
and dictate the dictionary
that decides your vocabulary,
among normality and socio-
technicalities.
So re-write the future we must
With the pen in hand
Be rendered unjust,
just because you can.


Because you can do anything
Mind power equals Truth and Infinity
No more standing on water as foundation
You sinking…
You should be thinking to get deep
Can’t blame you cause we was brought up by the beast
TV’s Reality A episode of Good Times
Now I’m viewing my lines
I heard they call it a rhyme
I say it's a philosophers nine
We flossed out on the grind
Noone to bring light to the kids
We too busy trying to get shine
Nothing for the conscious
No view from the 3rd I
Formula seems unknown
The cure is what we fear
Self…
So we holding the chrome
To the dome of intentions
Dimensions segregated like tongues and nations
Slaying B.C prophets character fooled by European America
This is Hysteria I propose oppositions of possibilities
Motivation and stability
Your will to thrive will destroy the Enemy
Is the Enemy the Inner Me…
Or You!
Find the truth
Know your culture and your roots
I only got one source as of now
That’s the Pen
As I write my King in the Pen
System got him in the inside looking out
What’s it all about?
Pesos, Euros, Dollars that make no sense
I rather live in suspense
In the wilderness
Living on higher planes
A universal scientist
Grafting this process we call life
In the 60’s they was ready to fight for the right
To Live…
So at times I wish I was there
Because we wouldn’t be here
But since we are... Just grab a hold of the pen
Stab the sheet with the blood of the ink
And commenst to save the art before it becomes extinct

This piece was brought to you by KnowOne (1st Half) ~ HEBREW_HONEY (2nd Half) and.... the letter A *lol*

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

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Hot shit. Very hot.

i was feeling the flow of the text to the page. very nice indeed. the second verse really caught my attention.

this is excellent work. but i must ask if anyone sort of felt like this was taking the form of a manifesto?

good job ya'll. keep at it.

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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

>but i must ask if anyone sort of
>felt like this was taking the form of a manifesto?

yes.....

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

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