I remember when I used to call you late @ night... And just talk about anything...and anyone...and everything... And you used to smile, yea, I could tell when you were smiling Your voice would get higher...more pauses...it was love. Sometimes we would argue, NO, disagree...about democrat or republican And other than that the path of the brothaman... Yea it was love... And sometimes you would tell me things that only God should have known...I listened, and told you things only I should have know Damn it was love... Then, you see, things got twisted...misconstrued...misunderstood...unclear... And it stopped being love... Sentences that ended in explanation points! Pauses that weren't caused by smiles... We couldn't talk about anything...or anyone...or everything...nothing... Silence, only to be broken by tear drops, and the thud of a dropped phone Slipped out of a not so dry palm...and sniffles that weren't the prelude to a flue, but hints of a metaphoric rain that doesn't cease to fall...pain... Love letters that were addressed to the one I hate... Phone calls to cuss us out for the letters... New girlfriends and old boyfriends...and revised enemies... But yet a common sickness, shared by the remedy... Enclosed in hearts that which would have otherwise concieled the cure... It was love
Yo its a fact that cyphers bring more unity...and shit we need it right about now...so feel free to just drop some comments, flows, or knowledge...thanx...
i tried to cop epiphanies at tiffanys hopin that a rock would get her to get with me but ice only made things m o r e s .l ..i ...p ....p .....e ......r .......y the mysteries of relationships elements have me replacin the elegance with verbs swellin with bullshit and loose ends
my love ~~~stems~~~ from sumthin greater then my penis i wouldnt put it to paper if i didnt mean it
3. "RE: *LOVE*, or the lack there of, *Cypher*..." In response to Reply # 0
?love? lack there of, some sort of something mixed with likeness/physicality/freindship add a trip to Italy, the Roman underground the Florence Cathedral at night...
... relationship ...
i lay awake in a roman night, hearing trucks and cars below my window ...i can do this ... ... this is right ...
rapped with cold air brought by the subway seems to twist and entagle itself among our limbs "you're awesome" he whispered or shouted among the rumblings of underground giants and i smiled 'cause, i knew he meant it...
... but now we're back in jersey ...
i lay awake in my dorm room as spring begins to lace itself through the winter nights and i say ... this is not where i should be ...
and as we stood on the stoop of trask, rain drizzles and my hair frizzes and i'm cold 'cause this jacket just isn't cutting it "you should tell me when you go out" and i didn't smile 'cause i knew he meant it, when all i wanted to do was
... run ...
l o v e
or
somthing
e l s e
(not much of a cypher, a free write, i'll hit you up with something later)
~*~*~*~*~*~*~newolf~*~*~*~*~*~*~
the light: so, you're having a pre-pre-midlfe crisis? wolfie: yes. the light: well, that's wonderful!
5. "RE: *LOVE*, or the lack there of, *Cypher*..." In response to Reply # 0
this piece was painfully real; but sometimes... that's love. stay up!
"Poetry is more like improvisational jazz, where each person plays the note the he/she hears" - Alice Walker
"I've always told the musicians in my band to play what they know and then play above that. Because then anything can happen, and that's where great art and music happens" - Miles Davis
"Your words stroke the masked femininity buried beneath pseudo nonchanlance." - Myself
6. "RE: *LOVE*, or the lack there of, *Cypher*..." In response to Reply # 0
Was she restricted by the love or addicted to the newness? I'm clueless the breastplate bares the weight of scars and bruises why do this? masquarade of acolades would serenade me blatent disregard caught me off guard as she degrades me ours was a mardi gras to her but not one party lasts forever i reached for sanctuary of her arms and found no shelter filled my world with joy then shut it off like bill collectors disconnected for nonpayment of newness by selector
"To be a poet is a condition, not a profession." - Robert Frost
7. "RE: *LOVE*, or the lack there of, *Cypher*..." In response to Reply # 0
u know i gotta hit this up
what's love, what's us something great in tha purest form with open arms of pleasure passion a nact to get to know each other a tact to work our good charms sexy looks and licurious eyebrows wet eyes and tasty lips love is when we spread our chocolate over smooth melodies and i'm not talkin bout bedwork love is something that is bonded before precious gems cover our naked fingers before drama sticks it's neck out before pain drops of it's 2 cents along wit jealousy and tha heinous female dog term love is what should've brought us together in tha first place love is the sweetness u pour on me babe (lik winks)
a lil keystyle h back
"There is nothing more poetic, but depressing than a male writer" -yours truly
8. "RE: *LOVE*, or the lack there of, *Cypher*..." In response to Reply # 7
what is L O V E can i smell it can i squeeze it can i taste it can i see it can i hear it is love an emotion that shatters thy heart in search for it do i really love u do u really love me when i think of love the stars above cast a spell over me i see a queen in my arms to hold forever as we skip rocks over the river i smell sweet scents that will last forever i taste hot chocolate that warms body as a chill comes over me while i hear bumble bee's wheeze'n by me spread love over her tummy thick like honey is this real is this how love feels i don't know because i still search as my heart beats faster as i chase after L o v e will i every catch it jungle fever?
10. "RE: *LOVE*, or the lack there of, *Cypher*..." In response to Reply # 0 Fri Apr-11-03 07:32 PM
Love is Django-ing Reinhardts passion-playing French hispanola.. inspiration soaked purified palpitations invitations...of... excellence and aplomb righting wrongs coaxing ethers from rusted strings winging toward parallel suns mooning at high noon whispering to a soulmate... I'll be there soon
"We must discover new frontiers... People have been standing for centuries before a worm-eaten door, making pinholes in it with increasing ease. The time has come to kick it down, for it is only on the other side that everything begins." Raoul Vaneigem
OkayWhore I draw a drag among dripping ashes of my fourth cigarette, remembering eyelashes and goosebumps; the loose humps of the back seat, slipshod floor board.
Got bored after sex and I smacked her up. Smack like midnight snacks. Like running heroin tracks. Snacks like sex wax. Wax like dolls. Dolls like children play. May cums flowers. Hours pass by, and I f*^ked April in the shower.
It was my finger.
It was my fingers deep in your placenta. Meant to be with rubber gloves. Fact is, I never was in love.
no meanings.....just venting.....
_________________________________________ "Too weird to live.... too rare to die..."
14. "RE: *LOVE*, or the lack there of, *Cypher*..." In response to Reply # 0
Sometimes love is bright like the (((SUN))) Causing your face to shine & glow Sometimes love is muted or dim You know it's there -- But -- (On the "Down Low") Sometimes love is an action word You KNOW it -- Cuz others SHOW it Sometimes love is just a poem you "heard" You *Feel* it -- Cuz of the way they FLOW it Sometimes love is felt like a dart in da heart With awkward beats doing double time Sometimes love is a soul~full emotion Beyond the physical--Pulling on consciousness of the mind Sometimes love is reserved only 4 a select few But here on OkayPlayer -- I LOVE ALL OF YOU!!! -- ;^)
*Yes I Do*
WORD!
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 ♥
16. "RE: *LOVE*, or the lack there of, *Cypher*..." In response to Reply # 0 Tue Apr-15-03 06:29 PM
MiNd aNd ToNgUe
*he and me we be like candy confection and solid yea... love like i swear hands in my hair tongue on my spine*
"my legs rested on your shoulders working my thighs scratches on your back like the aftermath of knives i shed all my inhibitions and embrace yours and you the same"
*i want to take long bus rides to wherever with he and me reflections of chuildhood fairy tales this is what we are this is what we will be*
*morning bliss midnight ectasy... i breath you surely this is something but nothing i can never feel with another he brings me tranquility i've mastered his anatomy*
"shoot i feel like... (sighs) i always feel good inside"
*fielmente enamour he and me from smokin and floatin to my novice condition on the playstation to sharing a slurpy from 7 eleven b/c you wanted now and later from shootin the breeze in memorial park to contesting that my barbeque chicken is best to laundramat confessions from me greasing your scalp to you caressing my hair as i fall asleep from calypso to jazz from Buddha to Orishna*
"there aren't enough words in the English language or any language to express the way i feel with you. this is no shakespeare sonnet and i'd like to write you a symphony but i don't know how our love is silent yet profound... i think you know the extremity of my feelings through the expression on my face and in my stare... this is real"
*i taste your soul when we dance (not literally) but you know what i mean we dance in autumn we laugh in fall we sing in winter and we play in spring but when June comes we make heat, sweat, love he is my warrior he is my infinite emotion the remedy even from all the physical and emotional bullshit of this world*
"that is my explanation b/c the question on hand was 'how do i feel about you?'"
17. "RE: *LOVE*, or the lack there of, *Cypher*..." In response to Reply # 0
just addin my post to the cypher. i freaked this weekend....
tonight was to be ours but unforseen circumstances created for my plans a stalemate all week you invaded my mind and anticipation of looking into you eyes prevailed but now nature does for me what i cannot and in silence i watch paves slicken as rain falls
22. "RE: *LOVE*, or the lack there of, *Cypher*..." In response to Reply # 0
Thorns and honey Sweet lullaby nightmares where trust once slept in a bed made of pine needles that smell so sweet, but prick she stole my patience and shew me about angst and how women can be so slick Damn Trick! Her neck was sugar laced her lips tasted of guava passion With an arsenic heart she fed My hungry soul A banquet of slowdeath and a chance to be a martyr, For all the cats who lose control. Love takes Toll.
23. "RE: *LOVE*, or the lack there of, *Cypher*..." In response to Reply # 0
I am left with nothing to write. You spoke for me, (creepy). The fact that we have shared similar experiences. Funny how life is sometimes unoriginal in the scripts it rights for us. Keep it up.
...But wait... Do you hear something?
ToBeContinued; ------------------------------ Be on the look out for theBoxCarBoys...
Peace and Love are still in my lungs, never stale. I still wait for the Poet to return so that I may Exhale. ---Boxcarboys
Steam-Powered Spit-Sessions Re-write the Bright-Lessons of Life each day with Nice-Blessin's...Word/Life/Write
25. "RE: *LOVE*, or the lack there of, *Cypher*..." In response to Reply # 0
Nice...
Snow_Flow
"Who say f*ck the major labels...Who unsigned and dead broke can still make name before they even make a demo"- Slug from Atmosphere
"Still say f*ck the major label till it limps, put your deal up on the table and we'll show you who the pimp"- MC Slug
Snow_Flow That's Key Row G!
"I live in the city, like any other/We all live alone/ The only difference is we don't seem to know it/Frozen and lonesome,When it's cold/ In the summer gotta wait for the loathing" - P.O.S.
26. "RE: *LOVE*, or the lack there of, *Cypher*..." In response to Reply # 0
she encircled me, she was the world to me, but she was hurtin me with me and music, she was the completing third of me. lies and perjury was sure to be our demise useless tries left cheeks dripping, then dried. she victimized and ripped a wide hole in my heart, while she was holding my heart. now i'm left all alone in the dark. this song is a part to help me vent and release. she made me tough and strong, but now i'm gentle and weak. i remember her speech, mentally intrigued me, made me believe that she really need me. now, when she sees me, i see through her false image. fuck that hoe, scumbag. what we had is all finished. she's a biznitchslut , not because the love wasn't there. oh well...at least i got to fuck her in the rear....haha
27. "RE: *LOVE*, or the lack there of, *Cypher*..." In response to Reply # 0
im putting this on here simply because you wanted "just this one"
so here you go
LOVE LETTERS
Good morning my love- Yeah it’s been quite a minute since I ve written- I dunno why- Maybe because I ve been frustrated- Frustrated to the fact that I want you near- And things are so hard to come by now a days- Like a simple kiss- Even a wish of just having you- In my arms- is soooo damn hard- To even imagine- Yep- I guess you could say- It’s tragic- in every sense-
Cause- I want the ultimate passion- Wit every touch- And the frustration Of not being near to get it- Burns at my soul-
See I wish I could get you- To lone for my lips- My kiss- my words- My actions- As I lone for you- Tell me- Show me-
How can I break this curse of loneliness- Show me the way to completeness- Cause I m stuck in a reality of us- That’s sooo far away- Constantly thinking of you- When you aint physically- In the same place-
I want more than this- Every other month visit- Every other night- Phone call conversation-
I need consistence- In what we call relations- And no I’m not saying that- To say its somebody else- Or anything in that nature- Cause- it’s you that I want- It’s just that- I m tired of being alone- Lonely- And wishing and holding on- To try and make things get better- When in reality- It seem as if it’s getting worse-
Hell- I don’t want you tripping- And thinking- I’m flipping- but this shit- This long distance- It’s hard- Very hard and I just need you near- So try and help me- Make this better-
Holla later-
THeoRY
Fake people need their own planet so they can form one person!
HEBREW_HONEY Member since Aug 14th 2002 1358 posts
Thu Apr-17-03 01:58 AM
28. "RE: *LOVE*, or the lack there of, *Cypher*..." In response to Reply # 27
If it wasn’t for the… Warm drafts of recycled breath that circulates While short skirts and sandals the ladies emulate White tees and wife beaters the fellas style Profiling avenues dolo for dozure more less like exposure I probably wouldn’t remember it was Summer… If it wasn’t for the… Shine on that truck that struck gold While viewing his advantage for hope It struck a nerve, he’s sitting on alldays It would take me all days to get were he at… anyways But I probably wouldn’t remember it was all for the dough…
If it wasn’t for the… Late nights and blind folds of the nitelife Sacrificing ones idol time to become twice as nice Feeling it and willing to submit to the Dark Vader Sending rhythms through my ear drums speaking in seducing tongues I probably would remember It was less then a feeling…
If it wasn’t for the… Healing of the sickness, bad and still forgiven Comforting when choices made were offensive Confidence in me when I wasn’t feeling living Love when it really wasn’t given… Ohhh how I probably wouldn’t remember how my parents loved me…
If it wasn’t for the… The lies, the people and my youth questioning Being hushed then asked to stand and speak on faith Giving testimonies of “His” work like I had no ability Fallen on my knees as if I had no stability, like my agilities vacant I most likely could remember I was a saint…
But if it wasn’t for the… Truth left here from our roots Descendants with Righteous Souls and Attributes Prophets, philosophers who had a intellectual mental Dealing with Fact no fiction everything knowledged allowed the extension… I know I could remember… I painted that picture…
How could I forget that this life was my 1st love….
Know Thyself and surroundings to better understand things non-existing and existing, unseen and the seen in order to be able to deal Equality(Equally with all things in life)...Be True to U!
Like clouds fixated in the sky Beautiful Yet serving no purpose other than blocking the sun’s rays… You stood in constant complacency Not allowing me to shine Causing rain to fall that washed away The Light And I, Confused, Darkened Confusion accumulated by the cumulous
30. "RE: *LOVE*, or the lack there of, *Cypher*..." In response to Reply # 0
lovely lovely lovely baby, sorry i took so long to come around, but this was magnifique! you hit the spot on my situation right true, only a slight few differences and it woulda been aim squared. peace Prod until next time