Congrats Brother Muse...now light this sucker up bro!

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

and prove me wrong...

Don't Duck

P.S.A.L.M

http://cashmonet.blogspot.com/

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Thank you!

I have connected with you all (heart & soul)
and expressed my (past & present) feelings on
life
love
and

my self

i may not have seen you ALL face to face

but

i love u

if u read between the lines of everything i write

i am saying


"i love u"

like lungs crave oxygen
like life craves beings
like beings crave living

i love u

i love u like birds love the wind that blows in their direction
like fish the water an the gills that rise up for breath again

you all are the elections in atoms creating my shell, the
sparkles in the ocean
for me

u are beyond freestyle board and religious denominations
u

my people

are digital spiritual and ancestral vibrations celestial
manifestations of a language lost reclaimed in this generation
people

u are my inspiration

i lift my hands up in celebration
clap my lips together in cantations
angle my tongue forty five degrees multiplied in prayers divided
by my knees speakin in higher frequencies to call on the universal God (YHWH) to revisit rejuvenate and reunite
his phenomenal creation: human

b e i n g

born
eternal
i
navigate
god-like tendencies to create, heal, plant nurture love
feel
and
reveal my love to u

my

poets, writers, listeners, healers, griots, lovers, speakers, emcees, storytellers, teachers and divinators

u

are my orishas

oracles
rain
incense
sun
heat
air
stars

u

are

blood vessels pumpin life in my veins
hormonal spirits soul expressions e l e v a t i n g my soul
beyond
" p a i n " u

are

the prayers answered of yester-centennial slaves chanting beneath graves crying out ( j e s u s s a v e s ) to y'm'YAH

L o V e

to me

is what Y O U are

and i thank u

for loving me

to the okp family,

thank u

~MUSE

peace.

MY FIRST PIECE HERE IS A DEDICATION TO YOU ALL
FOR BEING MY INSPIRATION(S)
IN THE MANNER THAT YOU HAVE FED MY SOUL MY HEART MY MIND AND MY SPIRIT

God Bless You

in Y'Shua's Name i send blessings, love, healing, peace, and e l e v a t i o n in all yr lives.

Written Today (freestyled for u), November 1st, 2002 by Artist Known as "MUSE" - MarcArthur St. Juste


selah.

...
..
.

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 Deserved!!! and your Poem was Beautiful and Meaningful as always! Never stop the Elevation!!!^^^^


Peace God,

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!

RIGHTEOUS SOULS
Soul Cleansing MuSiCk...LiSing
http://www.i

Congrats Muse, don't ever stop writing.!

______

hips d¤nt lie f¤r the shy.

Congrats MUSE

Peace & One

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somebody told me
that it was muse month
and like moms day or pops day
we needed to take time
and celebrate our muses.
the voices that sha-klak-klak across keyboards
break pencils on rough paper
and speak in sleepy-eyed evangelics
somewhere between sunday morning and saturday night b-boy battle
the egoless egotists who share and share their likes
and spread their loves
and stretch words so thin across the page that you can see right through
to their subtext submerged in subversive subject matter
shades of gray matter
those superintendents of the inspiration arms
armed with a keyring to open minds and let freedom ring
do you hear the muse sing
sometimes it's a voice on a phone across state lines kicking freestyle rhymes
making me believe that the spoken word revival is just that.
sometimes it's words dancing down a screen so forcefully that they break pop-up windows
and declare the toolbar closed.
sometimes it's the genuine concern of a friend you've never met
a brother in the love revolution
and certainly
a muse
and so my muse month
is 365 days long.
------

my family...no one deserves to shine more than you. congrats, hugs, and daps.

brotherrat

-----
"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

aw man, fam. thnx RatpackSlim. u know we go way back with this one...im feelin the love u gave on here and u know what...the spoken revival is just that...love 365 days a year.

*smilin*

thanks fam, really.

daps.hugs.fingersnaps.soulclaps. and then some...

"one"

~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

New Breed…

im the

NEW BREED

god-given seed to bleed passion into reality
bring death to apathy and depth to affinity
i
be
that

new breed

horses gallop freely
dancin on hooves
when they see me
cuz i

be
me

a new version of the isis spirit
landin on the axis of horus' eye
spiraling upward to hell through hell
and up to infinity

the new me
baptized
released
and set free
cuz

life's circumstances
done burned me and now i be

the n e w

breed

i read stanzas of clouds
in the bars of atmospheres
i sing notes in sharps and thunders
and symphonies in flat waters

i be that

underwater wonder marvelled by sailors in the sea
i
am that extra-terrestial being manifested beyond stars and
astral scenes

im that

new

b r e e d

i bead thoughts and create necklaces of muse
worn and used by pharoahs of the heart
and queens of the soul

i break thoughts into drumbeats take new feats
by bounds and leaps
and leak spirit soul and passion unleashed
into vinyl spheres and invisible turntables

knowledge is cain
and i'm abel

able to slay logic into mercy
"ya heard me?"
and allow spirit, love and intuition
god's connection, yahwehs extension to flow
through me
internal-external-universe-all-eeee.....yes.

im that new breed
that god-seed
that life-breathe i feed
needy souls til even death bleeds
cold
from the love i regenerate constantly
(flows)

im the new breed

of

s o u l

im the n e w

b r e e d

the
new
breed.

peace~

MUSE

© Copyright June 25, 2002 by Artist Known As "MUSE" - MarcArthur St. Juste - Blessed of Yahweh.

selah. amen. ashe. love...

...
..
.

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

this piece blew me away the first time you put it up...glad you included it here again...each time eye read it eye feel as if eye'm trippin without the lsd...it's got this whole reality drenched in unconciousness type thing going on in there that meye words couldn't begin to describe...so eye'll just read again and let you handle that...

and leak spirit soul and passion unleashed
into vinyl spheres and invisible turntables

knowledge is cain
and i'm abel

able to slay logic into mercy
"ya heard me?"

.........these lines ain't for real.....unbelievable
"transform to go against the norm" syllabicdionysus

Peep my band Spanish Blue @ myspace.com/spanishblue

i read stanzas of clouds
in the bars of atmospheres
i sing notes in sharps and thunders
and symphonies in flat waters


::this was muse-ic::

~*~*~*~*~*~*~newolf~*~*~*~*~*~*~

the light: so, you're having a pre-pre-midlfe crisis?
wolfie: yes.
the light: well, that's wonderful!


icantspell

the message is well received..

loved this area :

"knowledge is cain
and i'm abel

able to slay logic into mercy"

sickness

---------Q------------


"..if One Man's amazin..pray tell, where does that leave You??"-D/russ

i got this

relentless rage
runnin rivers of wrath radin souls on a rampage i
rampage
ram pages of what sages spent ages to send to us

i
got this
relentless rage to
stab imprints on papyrus scrolls create holes
for the eye of horus to see through be through
me
im already through with this
endless torment
world government
spiritually dominant society sportin piety n notoriety
pushin propaganda warrin 'gainst selves while kids are dyin
free

to live eternally cuz this physical plain ain't offerin SHT!
to my youngone's, see?
we
dyin

a
free community
comin to become units on the axis-y aka "i" for
illuminati
see

we
comin .com login'in to unit committees that spread
slave chains across net pages
net cages
no wonder why we get addicted
can't leave chatrooms cuz we so afflicted
conflicted thoughts flow unconstricted in restricted realms
like the mind
we spit our souls into chatrooms leavin our salvation behind
on dusty shelves collectin pine leaves from the heels of
satan's, no "santa's" elves...(or are they fallen cherubims?)

im
not
givin in
to this

relentless rage to cage aged stealers
fake healers, soul dealers them
cheaters
got ths rage to slay candidates for presidency
not for the US
but for the church assembly
the mosque and
sht Home...temple ofthe (disfunctional) family
my family
like Jesus says
"are those u see around me" cuz

we vibe
on po e(con nomics -and- plantin)trees see we
breath death exhale life fuck night fight sterile light
and produce soul-leaves
spreadout mental branches have fleeting thoughts
of inspiration cleave off our sleeves
knit conscious thought into craniums like hair weeves
my
family
be the poets of the unsung community on
street corners, church organs, bartendin alcohol free drinks
in uptown nyc

yea...

i see depressin sht daily
and it
amazes me how we

BLACK PEOPLE

Be
Logically
Attached to
Cop
Killing

Peers government
Elects
Oppressin
Pioneers
Leavin us
Empty

in BAR CHAIRS toasting "CHEERS!" to our indignity

i got this

relentless rage
to page beepers of youth leaders
who beat us with past images of revolutionary bruhaha
like pootie tang beltlicks i spit mindkicks n slap em witha
"wah data"
wah data
bada boodoom bada boodom badda
dappit kappit wahdata
wahdata

wata

im reinventing conscious spittin quittin self to spit soul matter
creatin makin visions bubble up into a batter
bakin boldness to brew in yr thoughts
til
backstabbin negativity slippin mindcracks get caught
im sayin LIFE IS WORTH LIVING when yr Payin the Cost
of livin givin breathin lovin now 'fore its lost
yr job ain't who u are so don't hate on yr boss
yr life ain't sht so stop complainin bout yr what ifs and loss
yr soul ain't never dyin so shuddup give it rest
stop playin great n righteous get the pain off yr chest
true love will reign among us cuz after birth we experience death
true love will keep us livin when we got nuthin left
true love begins with knowledge in the soul not the head
true love is lovin self love life u'll neva be dead

i got this

relentless rage
and its runnin from me
cuz
true love stops my complainin now
i
set
my
self free...

free

from - relentless r a g e . . .

"peace"

~MUSE

© Copyright January 16, 2002, by Artist Known
As "MUSE" (Blessed of YHWH) -
MarcArthur St. Juste

DPP (Domepome Poets) for life...
-------------------------------------
We goin nationwide (DC/MD/VA,NY,CA)
(keep watchin
us...MUSE/RatpackSlim/Guerilla-Love/Pre
syzion/Semloh/Vitamink/InstantAxis/ThaA
nthology/Giovanni/B
Thomas/Leech/PolarBear/Reflect/Noseital
l and growing...)

i'm soulclappin tap dancin and romancin
cafes with my poetry
givin mad props to conscious MCz cuz we
be
the headseed that God Breaths that burn
weeds through line feeds
till we all be...mentally free...

My Page
-------
http://members.blackplanet.com/MUSE/

My Pic
------
http://www.welcome.to/okaypoets/

...
..
.

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

like a continuation of "New Breed" some how..

maybe it's within the tone..but i can see the two together in one massive piece.

---------Q------------


"..if One Man's amazin..pray tell, where does that leave You??"-D/russ

I like that I can talk
with you and you
seem to adore it. ©Jill Scott

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

muchas gracias
merci beaucoups
arigato
danke

~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

newborn corpses.

clouds cry no tears
while babies cry for lungs
hung by umbilical chords
that won't play music in "mommy's" womb.

...
..
.

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

hung by umbilical chords
that won't play music in "mommy's" womb.


wow... Um... can't type much, but.. these lines... have the ability to make one think.... Peace~




I like that I can talk
with you and you
seem to adore it. ©Jill Scott

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

one of the most powerful short
pieces I've ever read..

---------Q------------


"..if One Man's amazin..pray tell, where does that leave You??"-D/russ

=======================
Dedication to Giovanni
=======================

im free, b "yo! we be" the
Brothers to the night
pluckin light from existence plantin love w/ persistence
we be
soul partners passin lyrics bluntin physics spittin spastically
when...
me & my brother "GIO" flow
we dub verses from spirit masses and drop dope gems drastically
masterfully
we see souls singin then swiftly we dance prance
romance drums with percussive rhythms and the lengual lance
we be those

"Brothers to the Night"

plowin plight practicin gladness
push power press hours w/ millimoments of musical madness can't
pass this this
goodness this groove yes this
melody we singin when we move with the blues its...

fan-tasty
ec-stay-see
we livin in the rhythms can u flow when we
dance dance daannnnnce!
ha!
dance dance daannnnnce!

"Brothers to the Night"

we breakin records in chemistry
undermining physics laws are broken like mysteries
my boy and i we flow and floss yr minds w/ our dentistry
we're cosmic cool creations divinatin we're deities
we question like socrates
then answers just flow through me he
bounces my mind with ease we please souls emphatically
denouncin u flat emcees
we're sharp in our mello-"keys" im singin for "brother"
see... cuz

we

dance to bass, grimace the face, spread arms to race
flagrantly pace, boom boom, hearin the jazz feelin the horns
bop to the drums...pah'DEE! pah dum POP! now hip we
HOP to the mic closin our eyes we mesmorize heads start to rise
we elevate words multiply we live or die
through passion, poems spat in the mic...

Gio and I...

we be those

"Brothers to the Night"

Fightin the fight
Liftin up Love
Passin the Torch
Teachin the Young we sing the UNSUNG
Hero songs Anointin eyes with Holy Ink make cats think bout NEW
BABYLON
and when
cats are troubled by the 9-1-1
we manifest flows cosmic blows prophetic punches
bringin back hope sayin "the battle'z won"
under God
in-divisable prisms united as one...

we

are the holy ones the multicolored prisms of invisible light
we are the Godseed that mics bleed when we hit the mic
we are the passionfeed that sistas feel when we hit the thighs
"close your eyes...make a wish...and blow out the candle light"
we be those
boys to men dead to life and reborn again
ressurectin passion in pelvic poetic prose
melt the masses of mental slavery create drips from kissin a rose...

God Knows...

he did us
MUSE and Giovanni right

when he made US (united souls)

"Brothers to the Night"

~all love and peace to my fam, Alan King...Brother to the Night
and Warrior of the Light with Spiritual Sword aka THE WORD...

one love,

~MUSE

© Copyright January 22, 2002 by Artist Known
As "MUSE" (Blessed of YHWH) - 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

I love the music in your words here...you have a way with that in your pieces...thank you!

Peace & One

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hip hop was the sista cats slept on

hip hop was the sista cats slept on
til she was full grown and went platinum
then all th'masses ran past'em n like most men
they competed
self-defeated til they headed to the beats she feeded
i fell in love with hip hop when she hammered MC's enough to ask
"have y'seen her" -she was proper - not slick but rick slid his
lips in her foundation
rob bass and big daddy cane made her sweet while public enemy took her
womb
and created a hip hop nation for the black men
black women
black child
but then again
it was the pumas and adidas from jam master j and runDmc
that had me ROCK THIS WAY! with "fat boys" poetry
pt pt H h h h ha pt pt ha haaa....'the fat boys are back'slapped
the masses who lost interest til Biggee made a notorious come back w/
Super nin-tend-o sega genisis
i neva new that hip hop wld spread her wings like this
i
fell in love with hip hop
the moment i believed in God
a God that created beats like
Boom Bap
Badoom boom Bap
doom BOOM
Clap
Badoom Badoom
Dappa
doom boom boom'clap
yes hip hop made me snap it made me sway laugh n dance
romance and violence for mere entertainment
i fell in love with hip hop when crushgroove and purple rain
were the main big screen event

and when hip hop died

i said

when hip hop died at the mercy of gangsta rap n commercialism
when hip hop died at the hands of political propaganda and marginalism
when hip hop died at the expense of capitalism

i became a spoken word poet

and hip hop was reborn in my rhyme
rebirthed in my flow
reawakened in sasa time
returned to open mics and the masses til the she rised again
alive again
in the voice of poet-emcees who cried for hip hops thighs
layed in the wake of her spirit - once crucified

i
became a spoken word poet

and hip hop

became deified
descending in black rain cane sweet

she morphed in to brown sugar and found her way into me
via lyrical tasting

and freed me

hip hop

i fell in love with you

since the very first time

i called

on

GoD

~MUSE
© Copyright October 28, 2002 by Artist Known As “MUSE” – MarcArthur St. Juste

(to be found in future book im workin on)

*wink* @ guerilla love

...
..
.

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

when hip hop died at the mercy of gangsta rap n commercialism
when hip hop died at the hands of political propaganda and marginalism
when hip hop died at the expense of capitalism

i became a spoken word poet

...MUSE, the words you wrote throughout was so heartfelt for me...I agree with this above the most...as well as the words after these. Yeah, it freed me as well, and I'm glad you worte it in this manner, only YOU...Thanks again!

Peace & One

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or what?..brilliant.simply.

---------Q------------


"..if One Man's amazin..pray tell, where does that leave You??"-D/russ

i thought it rained
when lips kissed tips of drips of tears after years
of being apart
i found my heart
in the palm of your hands beating fast & slow
knowing that i know that i know
that i know
i love u
it was only
a tear
a breath
a lick of your tear as we took our first breath
that lead
to my understanding
that under standing beneath your breasts
under standing beneath your breaths
under u standing above my chest i left fear to be courageous
because i need u
need u like a child needs love in the first moments of conception
need u like love needs a child to birth as a token of love's
manifestation
sista... i need u like u need to exhale the past
and inhale lovedips from my soulhips without hesitation...
i swear
i thought it rained when yr tears melted in my mouth
when yr eyes pointed south
when yr thighs found locked in my arms cried out
"i need u mcarthur...to love me...unlike my father..."
i found yr inner fears and became the martyr when we touched
i found yr desires and became a flame that ignited yr paintbrush
as u stroked mental canvases with images of passion undefiled
contemplations of a love
that had my hormones go buckwild yr my love
child
u got me high on african rhythms
suspended in yr seconds
propellin past yr perception pressin pushin w/ powerful penetration
im the man u need
to create that future generation
plantation of poets
field of prophets
ocean of omni spheric entities...
when we make love, child...
our souls will intersect, dissect parallel destinies
and spiral heart-gasms into infinity - we'll...
fill voids "lock-key" kiss thrust circular love in spirals of 360
cuz when it comes to the joy & happiness we birth
we never go half on this baby
we mesh as one flesh,honed, and go all out and breed entirely
sista
got me
with a smile a kiss a dance of lips breath formations that swooned me...
this got to be rain
all this wetness glidin down on me like
silk
when it slids on me oblivious to gravity
"i thought it rained", i said
after three hours of love making without touching
and u lay on me
we moved without moving
and i thought it rained
cuz for the first time
u
loved me

xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox

xoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxxo

xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox

~MUSE

© Copyright (see date) by Artist Known As "MUSE" (Blessed of YHWH) - 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

I felt that one...

Don't Duck

P.S.A.L.M

http://cashmonet.blogspot.com/

http://www.myspace.com/hollisterholliday

me too fam... me too...

:-D

Thanks for love.

~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 just like thaaaat"... cause Muse you certainly get into me. Congrats! You are so deserving of this honor. "I thought it rained" was one of my favorites... and still is. Not enuff words to describe your style.. just keep loving and doing you! Smooches~

Awe see my birthday is this month so im blessed already.
Muse my favorite OKP poster. Imma be on these boards tough everyday now.. Write on my brother write on,

be simple

be simple

be simple i keep tellin myself as spirits call through coltrane in sax slurs and cat purrs
1 2 3 4 - 1 2 3 4 - 1 2 3 4 - 1 2 3 4
coltrane sings of fast life city daylight the night fight tryin t'get light when
things (just) ain right he...he...hittin that percussion passionately to remind me
life is not about the struggle but about livin out possibilities
shimmerin spirits tingle cymbals trickle down to me
in abstract formations to captivate my spiritual voice my entity
the spirits say to me
"no woman no cry" i
i
i know u just got a river flowin while he's hittin your thigh
he smilin at his game while tears are streamin from your eyes
mama demise mama demise
fuk maya angelou cuz caged birds can't sing when caught in claws of crimefiends
catchin sistas with dialect and intellect or ruffneck stances
romantic glances then prances and preys on sistas like country sistas crave ruff sex in the hay
"no woman no cry"'
"distant lover" i i hear your sighs in the cymbals i hear you tears in the snare
i feel birth pains in the bass sista , your tragic love song is in the air
as he
presses that skin gainst your dignity
pushes that phallic prince oppressin yr deity
chokeholds that pussy suppressin your divinity as you cry "PLEAASE!! LOVE! ME!"
PLEEEESE! LOVE! ME! and so sista
i appear as that new melody
the muse in your melancholy the spite in your spritzer the lemon in your elixir...
i MUSE become your future rhapsody declarin I love the you in me and the we that existed be for you met me
i am the iam the i am the last breath you were to inhale while other breaths held you captive
i'm the symphony singin sweet jazz to your earlips your ear lips as they kiss me back audially
im that im that im that uh 123 123 12 123 123 12 12 12 want to love you
want to LOVE YOU! want to love you like lovebirds love sunsets like sexfiends love twilight light
spirits like insight like new bloods like cock fights cock fights cocks fight til right becomes wrong when
brothers give up loyalty for that thong that thong that thong DING!! -- DONG!!!
DING!!! DONG!! womp WOMMMmmP! doo bee da bee doo bee dah bee DOO| WAH duh DOO WAH duh DOO right by me sista and i'll spread your thoughts like butter across your heart
do me right sista and i'll sing you serenades of laughter and forever memories to treasure in true intimacy
sista
i'm that golden seal echinacea whip appeal to heal reveal your wounds and lick them lyrically
i'm here to love you mentally kiss you physically and swoon your spirit ritualistically through sax slurs and
snare riffs and tongue spliffs off the ridge of your spine
sista sista...SISTA!! can and "KNOW" your mind like in old times when makin love to a woman was
ADAM KNOW WING EVE! can i KNOW your heart like God's CREATION lookin back at the moon as YHWH exclaimes to satan...JOB loves me...sista...lemme be that hydrogen bond that brings you back to your possibility
i want to free you FREE YOU FREE you from the shackles of "he wants me...he loves me...he's nice" to
"I love me i love me and love me enough to let true love love meenough to love lifes challenges and still
DO ME...DO ME... sista...don't settle...don't settle for the backseat when you need rest for the soul
your not old just weary so let me MUSE be your new melody
i MUSE am that new symphony singin sweet jazz to your b'doomlips b'doomlips with soul dips and love drips and love licks of the corners of my mouth as nothing but "i love you...I LOVE YOU...I ...LOVE...YOU' comes out my mouth...
i MUSE am the new song the new poem called "i love me..."

woman no cry no more
i muse declare your liberty
tho i've never held you a slave
i simply tell u that you hold balance of your realities between your eyes
your existence rests solely on your ability to see the possiblities and realize
that sista
you are what you call your self out to be
and so i MUSE now declare to be your NEW SYmphony...
repeat after me...

"I love me... I LOVE ME... I ... LOVE... ME......"

thank you

(c) Copyright December 28, 2001 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

woah... i see why u got picked MUSE.. what words! so many thoughts.. Ur definately dedicated to ur linguistics....
congrats to u..even though i dont really know u..

peace
-stephani



Essense riterated to shiver me,
Torn between oceans and pools with glass in between,
I am weary and grasping your techniques,
With perspired perspectives
oiling the squeeks
I cannot lye down in a feathered gap,
and picture air-brushed nails
For baby, it only sheens to follicle of every accupunctured/ angered label
and suits wishes of slow-motioned pivots
and bouncing curves with not a word coming from my lips
but we teeter 'tween obscure bliss
blessing a bruise that's braised
breaking at risk......Me "PunCtuReD BLisS" copywrite @ poetry.com/ best poets of 2002

peace to peotry

BASH WIF MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

fortified with the essential vitamins and minerals

Stephani

the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

Muse If you didnt already peep it I left a nice appreciation free for you....keep the beautiful things blossoming...

"Your wack set is faker than a bomb threat by a nervous terrorist who's so scared that his palms sweat" -- Kweli "Down for the Count"

"Imagine that livin a century, strength of her memories / felt like an angel had been sent to me / She lived from Nigg

This is the first time I've read any of your shit...and...DAMN. You are truly a talent...props to you.


And now...the ever-changing sig...

"The ornaments look pretty, but they're pulling down the branches of the tree."
--John McCrea (Cake)

"Thicke is exactly what Michael Jackson wants to be...he's white and he's able to make good Michael Jackson-esque sounding music."
--My friend Alex

aim: cflartey

Beware The Illgaluminati.

http://charlesonlymusic.bandcamp.com
http://soundcloud.com/charlesonlymusic
http://theyesyesyalls.com
http://twitter.com/shamelessplug
http://instagram.com/charlesonly

:)

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"Life is 10 percent condition and 90 percent response -- that's something my father used to say -- it's not the situation, it's how you respond to it." - Mos Def

You deserve it, inspired many of us to elevate, built and grow in a positive way

Big upsssss
-----------------------------

____

hate keeps my teeth white

it all started with your Cleansing Cypher.....you made me reach deep inside myself, and you brought out something inside of me that now resides in my daily life...and that was awareness. i owe that to you MUSE, thank you so much.....you deserve this AOTM, you have been holding it down for a while now....Bless you my friend

==============
Passion Brew…
==============

beltslaps to wrists and barebacks burn like orange liquid
teasing tastebuds with a chill in summer...

hummer...

slumber becomes masquerade unveiled
as the veil is torn in two split by the oneness of me in yr space
manifest on the grimace in your face
miss'd
place'd
emotions spread out on the canopy of your thoughts
laying yr soul out on the bedspread of your head
til it erupts yelps of heartsnatchin oos and aas blinkin red
code
red
passion in the midst

cool waters become a mist
drenched in the silence of your kiss
evaporating in the unheard scream of your cry
travelling in the unwed mouth of my sigh
i...

am
passion
in disguise
as a muse for the soul alone
making love to heart n soul
penetrating my teeth in marrow kissing bone
succulent to the wisdom i tooth perpendicular to your crown
when yr neck is the pathway to "openness"
my mouth says "i get a-round"

sift sift
pound pound
shakin skin rattles
ritual sounds

sigh sigh
mmph mmph
dip double triple
again
go let's more round one yes

pounce pounce
dribble bounce chest
sway bump
fiddle grapple fumble "YES!!!" its

never best

to mix
passion
with spring

the zest of summer
makes the hormonica spaces sing

passion brew

is winter fucks as hot as hell
passion brew
is u and me
screamin
"brown skin"
til that bronze you caked me in
crowns me king

and then

we sing

like three birds on my doorstep singin
"don't worry 'bout a thing"

*break*

midnights are echoes of laughter outside my door
emptiness is the cold sheet awaiting my arrival as i hit the floor
sweetness
is momentary flashbacks of closedlids and sweatdrops on arched backs licked of the tip of my lips

remembering your kiss

and i want it all back

"its been 1 yr 6 mos and 21 days
and u've been missed"


*return*


african chants
griot shouts
and spellbound spins of human windmills in the air
kickin sand amidst a circle fire with all my ancestors stand-
ing there
clashing seashells singin echoes from the past and future in night ears

and tears

fall out of isis' eyes into the palm of MUSE
and we clench each others lovehandles til candlefire gets
blown by the wind of pelvic thrifts rifts and sways

isis cries

in yr eyes

and i say

"it's okay"
and

we lay

in the noise of silence called "LOVE"

*selah*

.......
......
.....
....
...
..
.
.
MUSE

© Copyright July 15, 2002 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

the more we connect
the more i vanish
the more we speak
the more i vanish
the more we connect
the more i vanish
the more we speak
the more i
vanish

in your space
im
wind caressing your shoulder
kissing your neck
licking your ears with silent breezes
for you to talk to me
breathe me
inhale
exhale
receive me
you are

poetry
the curvaceous lines
over
the contour of your face
sides
hips and eyes are
poetry
leaves branches fruits
and nature's symphony

mama
u be the gun that hung my thoughts
caught my voice
til it erupted simultaneously
with your inner thuddings of passionate
mmphs
and aahhhs
baby
u
wonder me

in yr thoughts lyrics breaths rhythms chants imprints
u
sway
under me
til i
lose ground
and fall on
yr
sound
to reawaken the posture that flows in me

sista

u n me
me n u
we can be
are was
will be
a
flow
that far extends beyond
the reach of young folk poetry
baby
we are the crossroads the missing link
the merging point of reconnecting our history
we are the shaman bones, cracklin flames
ganga smoke re-telling secrets of our ancestry
goddess

it is energy
what we got
when u and me
make love
connect
i vanish
constantly and what is constant
is that i
vanish
when
yr
inside of me
i
inside
i
vanish
when
u
me and i
and u
in i
vanish
connect
in soul via love dancin
chanting
rhythm bouncin pouncin
enter
lyrically
goddess
mama
baby
say daddy
n
come see me
so
that
i
may
v
a
nnn
i
shhh

in u
my lyric

u
r
my

poetry...

so
come
be
a
line
a
line’d
align
a
line with me

and

breathe
til
u can’t see me
for
in yr space
I

disappear

cuz

the more we connect
the more i vanish
the more we speak
the more i vanish
the more we connect
the more i vanish
the more we speak
the more i
vanish

© Copyright August 6, 2002 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

u are what I am trying to be...dang this waz ill...

Don't Duck

P.S.A.L.M

http://cashmonet.blogspot.com/

http://www.myspace.com/hollisterholliday

-©

Omni:
Lunchbox tha Narcoleptic
Ginseng
Warlock
Xcaliber
Divine Versatile
Fathom 9
Die Hard
Izno
Ralph FLeezy
T1000
Obsidian Blue


Death to Smoochie "and" Anthea.

Lunch and Yank - Spitters Union
Lunch and Chuck - Lunchbox For President
Lunch and Obsidian - Vivid Strokes Of Reality
Lunch and tREB - FreeLunch
Lunch and Dutch - Mr.Shhhhh You Only Live Twice
Lunch and Kneegrow - Know Games

And good stuff. Keep on goin'! I'm enjoying your work very much!
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Remember Innocent Until Proven Guilty? Is it just me or was that just a rumor?

©2002 DeRaye Lecarlos Miller

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...but I ain't one to gossip, so you didn't hear it from me!

http://www.myspace.com/lecarlos
http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/sexual

Love birthed me a child.

love
birthed me
a child to maturity
a parent to fear
a warrior of love
and a lover of my peers

love
birthed me
a child aged beyond my years
my soul transcending decades
of ancestral spirits and cleansing tears

love
birthed me
and now
i
am hear

waiting for it to
rain again

love

i wish you were here

so that we could
dance again
past hours of love jones
smile again
over donuts with no holes
speak again
after midnight in soul code
make love again
like u n i did before my arms grew cold

love
birthed me
a child
in the form of a memory
and now i nurture her constantly
until u return
and bring her back to life
as our reality

love
u
are
my child
and i'll ride a taxi cab into eternity
just for
your love
your breath
your kiss

in me

*inhale*

*exhale*

mmph.

again.

Dedicated to "you"... i miss u baby. love... i miss u.

MUSE

"this ones for the lovers" – MAXWELL

© Copyright September 10, 2002 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

MUSE....man, what can i say???

i don't have words in me to start "critique"-ing your pieces man....they all hit me in ways that only a few poets can, all i can say is you are a poet who is mos definitely divinely inspired. i want either an autographed cd or book from you when you start droppin like that!! much love man....

we can't sing songs
about redemption
to caught up wailin 'bout pension plans
teacher's wages and wedding bands

we get trivial over the simple
and tackle the complex with fumbling hands
low income don juan's scavenger minors on street corners
while their brothers shout obscenities about "the man"

and i am

livin in projects like mosquitos on fly paper
trying to find an opening like slaves in a chamber
seeking a new name like african queen sojourner
wanna burn these invisible bars n chains
like snow in the grip of salt in the cold of winter

and so i find u

we make love fuk hard til we splinter
lick drops of backs like slaves after runnin from the massa
i dip trust into your river while you anoint me in yr alabaster
n i cry

faster faster

like we runnin for a train
runnin from the pain
hidin from the rain
as life keeps pouncin hurt and challenges
in our terrain

so we grip love handles til clenched teeth capture grains
grains of salt from sweating backs
tryin to find solace in
...cracks
once violated with plungers
we excel beyond cages
in passion playin with storm clouds creating thunder
and baby

you've got me
under
your spell

hell is a better place
now that you're in it
prison is like paradise
when i'm lost in your spirit

and when you say that you love me

i love you too

i only wish that there were more moments
where i can show tht to you
amidst anger amplified almost every hour of every
aching day

by folk who don't know shit about
my person
and i'm over here rallying
tallying participation for the growth of our communities
tryna play martin and malcolm mahatma ghandi for our families

and all we do

is wait for government food
like birds in cages
complainin 'bout wages without seeking
a way out

so forgive me if my soul and i aren't responding
while you cuss and shout
me n my mate r too busy grippin love handles
bitin (prison) bars
while you get foam in the mouth

i'm tired of livin in cages baby
"thats why i'm here with you"
thats why i got hope

'cause finally i got somebody like me
who finally

wants to
get out

of the projects under workfare livin near
drugs, violence and "niggas" who don't care
about me
or
my baby

no lady
no sir
no son
we ain gon shout

time to pull fists from the sky
and punch our way

"out"

(caged birds)

in love,

~MUSE

© Copyright 2002 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

Felt this one. Definately.

'hell is a better place
now that you're in it
prison is like paradise
when i'm lost in your spirit'

Very NICE.

"I've got hundreds just like you, and I'll have a thousand 'fore I'm through." -- Johnny Cash

Amazink writinks MUSE..

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--/
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/

the honesty and intensity in your words inspire me...there is such grace here as you write about the injustices while writing about love untold...MUSE, again & always thank you for sharing your heart on paper...

Peace & One

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.i been shot.

I been shot 9 times by rhymes manifested in a bullet hole
The truth is told
Nukkas not about building
Its bout the benjamins the shortees the diamonds n gold
Bling bling bling
Sounds like funeral music to me
With angels walking down isles with 9s and
Children outside radio stations with picket signs for all the
Gangsta rhymes missing on radio
Makes me wonder what the fk mcs are doin when they stay out all night in the studio?
Got me wishin rap cds never made it to audio until I ran
Until I ran
Until I ran to hollis, queens to find a master of funky hip hop and shoes
Adidas became the mandated attire for kangol hats, gold chains, loose jeans and pinstripe suits
I ran through hollis to captivate jazz syncopated in lyric synthesized by drumbeats elevated by melanin voices over loudspeakers and crowded rooms
Jammaster Jay held it down
*soundbite*
*scratch scratch scratch*
two brothers on the mic, sistas clothin tight, waving in the air, brothers shout n stare,
music hits the bass, Jammaster moves the place, Adidas stomp and move, all smiles are on my face…
pop pop pop

& now gunshots seem to be the common “sample” for hip hop
Jammaster Jay? Before this Biggee and Tupac?
Like terrorism abroad ain’t enough we gotta turn new york into IRAQ?
Yo FK that!

I been shot

& my lyrics are having a cardiac arrest
no rest for the weary I got thunder beating in my chest
bullet vest – I digest venom – bullet proof? That’s for comics and legends
the world’s end is coming
from the end of a gunshot

I been shot by the grimreaper of hip hop

He wears locks, baldie, gold, diamonds and a rolex watch

I been shot

Caught in the heart by a mediaclip as death rises like smoke from media lips

*gunshot*

“I don’t need this…”

*wikki scratch scratch scratch*

I need bliss

*scratch* bliss *scratch scratch* I need bliss

*scratch yea*

I need *clap* bliss bliss * BOOM bliss bliss BOOM bliss

I need bliss BOOM *snap*/BOOM *snap snap* (repeat 3X)

Pop pop pop

And the bliss I seek yields life through words and space through glass ceilings
The bliss I seek gives honor to the dead and hope to the living

I seek bliss a peace of knowing that people care beyond their own dealings
I pray that someday we’ll understand the importance of our breath and actions
Grow some feeling
Cuz only way we gonna be happy
Is if we keep on breathing
& healing

& believing

in love

not

“I got myself a gun” – NAS

gunshots…

I’m inspired by life and all it brings but my flow is in jeopardy now

Cuz

.clack.clack.

I been /glocked/clocked in/locked out/caved in/gonna shout out… people…

Gotta break out
‘’fore our children shout out:

“I BEEN SHOT!”

please

before our children shout…


.
.
.

i

b
e
e
n

s
h
o
t
© Copyright October 31, 2002 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

venting.

seekin salvation i sink into saber tooths
seekin savior's truth but instead
find u

daughter of lies
trapped in venus like honey to flies
got my
eyes

glued on lids
prayin for yr disappearance
like a demon exorcism
i twist thoughts
in 360s hopin my neck
can endure this
soul-disease called

yr spirit

can't
flow with it its so
decrepid
speeds hurt w/ comfort like a dodge intrepid
not even
cupid

wld be
stupid enuff
to
shoot his bow in
yr direction

knowin dam well
love
receives rejection
at the projection of yr voice

all niggaz
rejoice
and clap hands as you sway hands
and lap dance to the polluted grounds of space
in my face
and all i can do is
grimace

at the thought tht

"i ain smack u yet...and
u still in my face"
can't

displace
this distaste
o mase
in my mouth
wanna

spit it out
til
your eyes fall out
but sht.

i have to work with u tomorrow.
and the day after.

hell must be club med
with a pool of fire
filled with laughter
cuz
while u ain in it
the spirits have hope
for a "thereafter"
but damn sista.

*sigh*
*deep breath*

if death had a lottery ticket
it wouldn't pick yr number
and if life had a choice
it would mix an elixir
for yr slumber
cuz yr spirit
takes folk
under

and i'm pissed

so i kissed it.

and flames burned my heart
created a spark
and i spit it.

venting.

yr spirit
hippo-critic
goes bolistic on the
simplistic sista
yr insistent
persistent
resistent to what's evident
and that is

yr not present
simply
livin in past hatred
code red, sista
yr mind's dead
and
cold mists freeze air-rays
leavin folk in "curiously conflicted aura" phase

and it just
amaze
me

how u can smile
hypocritically and re-dial hatred
in a second

Father Yahweh grant me grace
to pace
in love like Pastor "MASE" and
kill the demon
like bruce lee shoulda done for brandon

cuz sista

u got my hands on
(they're grippin)
on yr demon
(now they're rippin)
I'ma kill it
(no i'm not done)
gonna grill it
(halleluJAH)
gonna sing it
(ah!)
just whip it
(wWWA!)
rebuke, refuse n cast it
(OUUUT!)
in Y'SHUA's name!

out
til u understand
the significance
of
yr new name:

blessed.


"pece"

*exhale*

phhhh.....ewww...mmph. hhh. m.

"thank u."

~MUSE

(freestyle)

© Copyright March 5, 2002 by Artist Known As "MUSE" (Blessed of YHWH) - MarcArthur St. Juste

DPP (Domepome Poets) for life...
---------------------------------
"For evil to bend its knees, admitting
its guilt, to implore the forgiveness
of God, is the hardest thing in the
world." - Malcolm X

"Politics and Hypocrits is makin us
Lunatics" - Marvin Gaye

...
..
.

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

drum-taps…

*drumming*

i

i give hommage to the drums bendin over forwards
than kickin my heels back
make a mental mic and spit anthologies centuries back
i
backtrack
to ancestry long before my heartattack when i lived 10 years ago
being birthed 40 years before
before i rebirthed witnessing my rebirth 29 years from the present

i
give hommage to
drum-taps
th' boom baps
whip snaps thumb snaps knee cracks ankle laps and skin slaps in
morse code

i give hommage to ancestors speakin chapters in drum-taps and rhythms, i

dance

hands to hips thrust out to space
hands to heart spread out to erase
former foes and present pains
i stomp my feet until it rains pada top pom
pa ta ta (repeat)

i

dance

as sand rises from my ankles in whirlwinds
as
drummers sway heads and arms transcending
i
jerk back hands arms chest and swaying
and yell shout chant out dance out praying ahhhhhh!!!!eeeyaaahh!
ahhhh! eeeyyaahh!

piddit ta ta ta
piddit ta ta ta
piddit doodm doodm do'd

i clench sands in my hands that become crystals
that sparkle in my third eye
resonating prisms of light radiating energy at the hipotnoose
of my two thighs

don't turn back to trouble boy
my ancestors cry
don't turn back to heartache boy
my ancestors cry
you have the power to raise up boy
my ancestor cry
you are the link that binds us boy
don't give up don't die
don't give up don't die
don't give up don't die

and even if i wanted to, i cry
i can't, because i hear the Most High
JAH LIVES again in breaths times breaths "i"
i live because i existed in "i"
ancestral bodies carried my "i"
to see beyond the flesh, tho i die
so i can rise again in this life
can't runaway im droppin this knife
"i"
gots to live
my ancestors call
u gotta live
just dance dance and chant
i chant and then i dance and i run
i smile because i now see the sun
i Yah
i sing I Yah Ha ayee Yah - i Yah
i sing
i live now (in) JAH
i live
in
drum-taps
pa da TAP! tip tap tip livin in the
Badoom boom BAP! clack! uh
Badoom boom BAP! clack! i said a
Badoom Boom BAP! Clap your hands because i'm now
travelin back
into my space into the realm that i live in
i'm jerkin snappin fingers to rhythm
i'm dancin cockin head back i'm livin i'm givin
up the past now i'm livin
in the hope that i've had for ages
but never knew
til
i
heard
the
"sages"

spirit
ancestors
griot
entities in
spaces


between inhale n' exhale
in
faces

between the realm of life and our dreams
i finally heard their voices speak
to "me"
to me
to m' "e" (my entity) i d e n t i to T'he Y'ah in me

i kneel down to the drum smilin endlessly
to thank you JAH for bringin LIFE
back to me

through ancestral calls
fallin
from thumb "BAP!"s
and palm knuckles through

drum taps

*breathe*

*exhale*

... ... .peace.


~MUSE

© Copyright February 11, 2001 by Artist Known
As "MUSE" (Blessed of YHWH) - 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're beautiful. you're one of the first people to move me on this board. and yeah, thats really true. its good to see you in this spot. well deserved, my friend. well deserved...

Happy birfday... congrats kid.

one,
cogniti

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n/m.

~MUSE

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.

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 know I am a little late but you know the heart behind it is just the same. You doin' ya thang boo.




~


Sometimes 'just breathe' is the hardest thing to do.

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Not too long ago I use to play with babydolls pretending they were you (Hannah).

Never too late, Candy1!

and thx for the Eagle *s*...

Mugr

~MUSE

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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

shine your light....nobody deserves to more.

one love,
drew

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I'm a Capricorn, so don't take me personal, but take me serious.

Why do we call each other nigger? - Me

If you are going through hell, keep going" - Winston Churchill

Just my $.02...you can keep
the change.

Ple

Congrats!
Muse, you really deserve it! I love ur work..keep it up. Do you have a book out btw??? Cuz i want it..

Much Love
Caroline aka Lady Ceee

Inspired by moshe post to rep your city. Here's my version:

New York, Haiti...

got
oxtail dumplings
gombo veggie soup gotta
coups-d'etat on my block clockin bruvas
gettin gats t'make stats become facts givin a fk
bout fiction

excuse my diction got this conviction 'bout inflictin
affliction 'pon my generation i'm hatin
drug-pushers, money-hookers, body-hustlers, mind-killers in
daylight nightlight or twilight
i'm hatin the plight of fightin selves like the blind seekin
their blindsight

so
when daybright concrete beat souls of feet to push me to daily week rejimes
i ponder the joys and success of communal bonding via verbal vibrations over linguistic laps of lyrical legumes

mushroom and rice black rice green peas
Sak pase! ALE! O NO! you hear on corner streets
Got Barbers speakin snake slurs by sikkin sistas through teeth
or chattin shoutin fists out mouths bout politics and island heat

i'm in
New York Haiti, cod-fish pattie "pan gro neg" sospwa duri
got sistas creole cussin, apartment phone fussin lookin fine
yea i got sistas in the dozens laughin chattin and runnin bye

New York, Haiti
for the plumbers
flushin out love droppin doos in dumpsters
popo pushin plungers profile-plunders while my nation cries
rebel blood in veins we wearin capitalistic voodoo in bloodshot eyes

while cats get
mesmorized
lost in our prose and pride
showerin sistas with many a rose
and takin foul niggas frequentin bodegas outside

slappin wooden tables with no legs on our thighs with
elephant tusks with morse code. numbers dotted "LOVE"
is spotted while
wooden laundry tools pinch cheeks til flesh is matted

Yea
i'm reppin new york Haiti
shotguns island love and more
we got love for william clinton
reminiscin debates of dick-bush-gore

we lure
we loot
we live
we love
we last outlast all bullet-proof thugs
cuz for us
in nyc

its not about the osama
its bout the sht we encounter daily

so we
get lost into our families
isolatin selves from world monopolies
nap manje bwe san problem san regre
livin life to the fullest
until we're dead

physically

cuz in NYC Haiti

we never die
just re-awaken

from a long, enchanting sleep.

peacee.

~MUSE

© Copyright February 19, 2002 by Artist Known As "MUSE" Blessed of YHWH) - MarcArthur St. Juste

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..
.

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 had me at "oxtail"...lol

---------Q------------


"..if One Man's amazin..pray tell, where does that leave You??"-D/russ

music music

i felt venom wrap round hormones thrust through veins burst out in heartbeats
i saw hearts burst inflated with poisonous breaths spat on drumbeats
i danced w/ the dome to djembe slaying spirits in senseless songs
i swayed hips in aborigian clouds raised arms in arabian winds,
slapped palms on african gourds and shook hands to latin american sands

and on sunday mornin
the mornin after that jazz
the day after we listened to the bands
i stood up tall shouted halleluYah and clapped my hands

music is poisonous
if the words spoken ensnare the soul
music is venomous
when words emitted create a hole
a hole in spirit a gap from god
oh music is not powerful
if its words have no love
no music
is not powerful
if it bases on lust lust lust lust
the mic just bust bust bust bust
ya tongue goes thrust thrust thrust thrust
no depth cuz u just cuss cuss cuss cuss (cuss)

i reinvent the music with the sound of my soul
i renovate the mindset platinum lyrics im gold
the love i proclamate is love above for us all
im here to raise you up not bring you down make you fall

music music (clap ya hands)
music music (people get up ya hands)
music music (people clap for tha band)
music music (lyrics we understand)

venom is the poison of a man on a mission
with nothin else in mind but a sexual position
lyrics of the day are now so empty and bland
people listen to me will ya lift up ya hand

im free nowww (cuz jahz on my side)
im free howww (cuz ya'll are free yea aright)
we see y'all (that music is here to he-al)
hear me now (jus clap ya hands its fa re-al)

music music (clap ya hands)
music music (people get up ya hands)
music music (dance in church voodoo man)
music music (preacher get up an dance)
music music (people let us feel free-hee)
music music (you can be what you be-hee)
yeaa
music music (clap ya hands stomp your fe-et)
oh
music music (people music is free)
yea the music is free
like water runnin through me
creatin blood and a tree
spreadin out family
we gots to free it be free
the music needs to be free
the people need to be free
the children we need to breathe...

so people

oh please

don't constrict music with "me"
don't conflict true soul with "money"
erase the past and present right now
lets live the future, yea how...

by creatin music
live
free
love
and powerful

N O W

(thank you)


~MUSE

(c) Copyright April 21, 2002 by Artist Known As "MUSE" - Blessed of YHWH - 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

im creatin for myself a new existence and i haven't begun creatin yet
i said
im creatin a new existence & haven't begun creating yet

light exploded into existence from darkness thru sunlight
piercing daylight into mindsight that

my ancestors could "die right" givin blood and "new light"
as "new birth" became a "birth right" which i claim and fight for

a birth i already died for

and so i travel

travel through spaces in cracks of life livin strife til
words become thoughts become speech becomes my reality

i never knew the power of words til i manifested in the form of
"i hate me" not knowing what adolescent tongues were doing to me
i "died" to me
lied to me
sweat fought danced bought sold my entity losin the "i" in id'entity lost in the id forgettin how i came to be
powerfully by the first breath of JAH
into a vessel known as the ADAM me Osiris me Ogun Oshun & y'my jah in me...

im standin here waitin to see existence take a new turn
but i won't
!SPEAK! for me
got too MEEK u see? or simply in denial of my divinity?

i can RE-CREATE me

if i simply !SPEAK! me into existence beyond my present, see...

so i'm speaking, hummin chantin n drummin

piddi papa POP! piddi papa POP! Pidi pidi pidi
Piddi papa POP!

i am

i am

i am

creatively meshed in eternity a shinin star of massive divinity
equalin equinoxes of happiness
enhancin consciousness of masses exhalin "madness" inhalin "gladness"
dancin past sadness stompin it down
i am the re-it-i-ration of the yahweh's "boogiedown"
i be that
mmmm sound
that groove theory manifest in to scientific law bass pound
i be that
left right
left right
we gon getit on to-night

i am

i am

the sexual healing orchestrator of feelin
manipulator of sublime erection implantin sensual
flesh-notes and pelvic-cantation

i be that

jaaaaaaazzzzzz

SssenSssation!

i am recreating self in the words of the father of creation

"let 'i' be light " - and it is good

"let 'i' be love " - and it is good

"let 'i' be happy" - man its all good

"let 'i' be true" - freedom fam, i'm feelin good

i am the new born rebirthed entity called the MUSE

I create relate consummate and regenerate love inspiration and erotica juice

I am the breath that long awaited to be spoken

I am MUSE and for u

I am creating this piece

I said

im creatin for myself a new existence and i haven't begun creatin yet
i said

when I was dead

and then I spoke

and lived again.

~MUSE

© Copyright December 10, 2001 by Artist Known As “MUSE” – MarcArthur St. Juste