Based on the jist of this piece, if anybody wants to develop their own characters to interact w/ this dude, cool. we can turn this into something ill.

Memoirs of Horatio Smooth


My wings will never catch fire
My eyes will never die
My mind will always conquer
My lies will always hide

For I Am
Smooth black brown marmalade brother
With thangs to do

I have various degrees
Tellin' white people
I know what I'm talking about
Telling black people
I'm too busy to talk

I Am Horatio Smooth

My ride costs more than you
As it shines and shimmers
And glistens in the mist
Of tradewind funk
Sex must have been made for me
For I I I
Am
Horatio Smooth
Groove warrior
Of the horizontal trombone
Trembling lips
Shiver quiver when I deliver
Shudders to make you stutter
And a grind
That makes prostitutes blush
And send me home with a tip

Yes that's right
I
Am your worst fear whitey
An intelligent black man
With thangs to do
Don't you be giving me
No shuck and jive pounds
"brother"
less you got what I got
and vibe to my vibe

I don't have time
To deal with ya'll now, anyway
'cause I'm on a mission
for missionary positions
lying back yellow coated sugahs
and having them sing like yellow canaries
as they draw back
canary yellow colored drapes
and fall off the bed

I am Horatio Smooth

Used to be dat nigguh
Then I was that wanna be
Going to class on time
Now I ain't got love
For either side
Mama white
No fault of mine
Daddy Cool daddy black
Daddy left that nigguh
H
Holding a bag
Not filled
But empty
And as I tried to get work
To do work
To be the man
For my mother

Ya'll Caucasian cats
Tried to kill me
With unemployment
And bullshit
But I learned quick
And here I stand
A grown-assed man
Pick of the kitty litter
And my peacock feathers
Stand unruffled
And ya'll stand there,
Confused

Trying to figure what side I'm on
Well, ya'll helped really well
In that department

I
Chose
Me
Horatio Smooth
Black brown white
Confused dude
Who you made
And let
Become
golden

***************************The sig spot**************************************
The Butterfly-
those things which you so laughingly call
hands are in fact two
brown butterflies fluttering
across the pleasure
they give
my body
- Nikki Giovanni 21 Feb 71

Sarcasm is a gift I open everyday- Me.

http://antthoughts.diaryland.com/
http://www.tha-renaissance.com
http://vergemag.com

Who are we? DPP. What are we? Family. Why are we? Because of the word, baby...we're here for the word.

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

my Norma Bloom


peace Ant

Loni

---------the rules are there aint no rules-----------
"this is the game that moves as you play"

Dont compromise yourself, youre all youve got- Janis Joplin

Whenever people agree with me, i always feel i must be wrong- Oscar Wilde

'i got the world by the fingertips
but it's slipping away
trying to find the strengh
to hold on another day'-neilien

some people feel a unity with God, well i feel a unity with some people.- yours truly

i'll smile when i'm not sure of what to say and when the vibe is less than tense but more than mellow... go figure, i cherish my smiles.


http://miaowcat.diaryland.com/ cos i did it too hehee

*********

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

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

Miss Norma Bloom
Sit down youngin
Let me tell you
I was the one they wanted their mamma to meet
I was
I was
The one they wanted their daddy to see
My grace lit the room
I was Miss Norma Bloom
I could outsmart your grandmammy
With table manners and conversation clique
I was I was
Miss Norma Bloom

Which was also my grandmammy’s name
When she passed on, I stepped into her flame

The Miss Norma Bloom
14 years dancing, you shoulda seen my thighs
modelling since I was born, I had the bluest, bluest eyes
18 years old
and ready for the world
daddy was my bank account
and mommy was my agent
I don’t think anyone won as many “pretty miss” pagents

That’s right, Miss Norma Bloom
No one rocked hot pants like little Miss Norma Bloom
Who
Married for money
To a body like honey
We bore the stars as our children
Like the sun and the moon
We were Walter Dune
and the talented young Miss Norma Bloom

as age hit me
sparkling diamonds could never, never
outshine my eyes

everyday he’d tell me he loved me
and I’d tell him I loved his money

every week he said he luvved me
I replied I needed a new Mercedes

He put our money into shares
Of a beach where
I could brown my body when we went there

One day I walked into the study
Saw him pulling hair
Trying to cry to me how
The beach was underwwater
Silly S.O.B expected me to mop his brow
Stupid ass Walter

Miss Norma Bloom
Was soon the ex
Mrs Nora Dune
See
They forgot my “m”
Because
“M” is for money
so its kinda funny how now I aint got none
kinda like Miss Norma Bloom is dead and gone

peace Ant

Loni


---------the rules are there aint no rules-----------
"this is the game that moves as you play"

Dont compromise yourself, youre all youve got- Janis Joplin

Whenever people agree with me, i always feel i must be wrong- Oscar Wilde

'i got the world by the fingertips
but it's slipping away
trying to find the strengh
to hold on another day'-neilien

some people feel a unity with God, well i feel a unity with some people.- yours truly

i'll smile when i'm not sure of what to say and when the vibe is less than tense but more than mellow... go figure, i cherish my smiles.


http://miaowcat.diaryland.com/ cos i did it too hehee

*********

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

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

***************************The sig spot**************************************
The Butterfly-
those things which you so laughingly call
hands are in fact two
brown butterflies fluttering
across the pleasure
they give
my body
- Nikki Giovanni 21 Feb 71

Sarcasm is a gift I open everyday- Me.

http://antthoughts.diaryland.com/
http://www.tha-renaissance.com
http://vergemag.com

Who are we? DPP. What are we? Family. Why are we? Because of the word, baby...we're here for the word.

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

lines had meaning for me:
I
Chose
Me
Horatio Smooth
Black brown white
Confused dude
Who you made
And let
Become
golden


i don't know how i feel bout mr. smooth..

i was caught feeling "sorry" for him..angry at him..cheering him on..getting annoyed by his braggin..understanding his confusion...

so the charater is probably as complex as "real" people are...

and isn't that what you strive for creating when you write these sorta pieces?

ppd.--->ddp?--->no--->ppd!---> oh!

www.sheflypaper.com

keep the motion
paperdollpoet
----

SPITFIRE|june 28th|the rebirth of hip hop.

www.sheflypaper.com

wow, I definately gotta get into this. Hold on, lemme put my character on

Stay strong

Lexx

iamlexx.com
newvintagegroup.com
aim: lexx3001

My name is Cory West.
But I was born in the East
behind the Iron Curtain.
I am a contradiction of your beliefs

for I am
a caucasian man of European descent.
I am easily judged, but hardly evaluated
for my phisycal appearance speaks louder than words.

But I am cursed, because my passion
Is the culture of the streets
And that is not what is expected
from a man of my complection.

I am a traveler, I've crossed
two continents and seven seas
And over years
I've built ideas and beliefs
Of what the world is

Through the eyes of me

I am self-taught,
self-cultured,
self-expressed,
I'm not a pimp, a roughneck or a playa
can't be categorized or labeled.
Language is my passion,
yet i speak with an accent.

Easily blend within a crowd, for I am average
on the outside.
But inside
I'm extraordinary,
So long as you can open up your mind
And let my thought inside.

I always contradict, because I love people
But I hate ignorance.
People ARE ignorant.
So where am I to go?
what am I to do?
I am that cofused dude
But I know
one thing:
its not by your appearnce how I'll be judging you....

Stay strong

Lexx

iamlexx.com
newvintagegroup.com
aim: lexx3001

If this takes off, we might wanna drop a cd with these joints.


***************************The sig spot**************************************
The Butterfly-
those things which you so laughingly call
hands are in fact two
brown butterflies fluttering
across the pleasure
they give
my body
- Nikki Giovanni 21 Feb 71

Sarcasm is a gift I open everyday- Me.

http://antthoughts.diaryland.com/
http://www.tha-renaissance.com
http://vergemag.com

Who are we? DPP. What are we? Family. Why are we? Because of the word, baby...we're here for the word.

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

word, sounds good to me. It didn't come off quite as what I wanted it to, but I love the concept! Think of something similar, where everyone can interact. Maybe an actual scene with a setting that everyone can approach from their own perspective. I dig this concept, tho.
Lexx

Stay strong

Lexx

iamlexx.com
newvintagegroup.com
aim: lexx3001

---------the rules are there aint no rules-----------
"this is the game that moves as you play"

Dont compromise yourself, youre all youve got- Janis Joplin

Whenever people agree with me, i always feel i must be wrong- Oscar Wilde

'i got the world by the fingertips
but it's slipping away
trying to find the strengh
to hold on another day'-neilien

some people feel a unity with God, well i feel a unity with some people.- yours truly

i'll smile when i'm not sure of what to say and when the vibe is less than tense but more than mellow... go figure, i cherish my smiles.


http://miaowcat.diaryland.com/ cos i did it too hehee

*********

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

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

I have various degrees
Tellin' white people
I know what I'm talking about
Telling black people
I'm too busy to talk


this was boo-gee snaps boogah....k





my eyes are green cuz i eats a lot of
vegetables...it dont have nothing to
do with your new friend.......e.badu

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

she rose and shook his
hand,bewildered to find something in
his simplicity had touched her very
deeply.......

excerpt from "Going to Meet the Man"
by James Baldwin

and developing them into so much more.. That's a wonderful gift Anthol. Stay Positive and Keep Posting.


~~*The Royal Signature and It's Court*~~

Introducing my brothers:

Michael: "Maurice, you have bad Aim."
Maurice: "Oh, I do?"
Michael: Yeah man, you don't see that? (pointing to piss on toilet)
Maurice: "Oh, I guess so."

lily: any of a genus of tall bulbous herbs with leafy stems and usually funnel shaped flowers. -The Merriam Webster Dictionary

http://wiltedlily.diaryland.com

Mindful: An extremely extraordinary exaggerator engulfing evolutionary extractions.

***************************The sig spot**************************************
The Butterfly-
those things which you so laughingly call
hands are in fact two
brown butterflies fluttering
across the pleasure
they give
my body
- Nikki Giovanni 21 Feb 71

Sarcasm is a gift I open everyday- Me.

http://antthoughts.diaryland.com/
http://www.tha-renaissance.com
http://vergemag.com

Who are we? DPP. What are we? Family. Why are we? Because of the word, baby...we're here for the word.

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

4

I M

*nuffsed*

one love.muse

"Are You Down With DPP?"
===================================
--The Domepome Poets

"Damn-near Poetic Perfection"- Seven

"Everything has a Mover...What moves u?"

"Seek, and you shall find..." - JESUS

~Time should be experienced in Breaths...~ me...

Selah.

=================================
THE BIRTH OF SPOKEN WORD: HIP HOP
=================================

Why hip hop got so damned pregnant she gave birth to spoken word
And that word became hip
And that hip hopped till hip hop transformed and became reborn
Claiming converts from canaan to Babylon

If hip hop was a woman
She would’ve been known as the shorty who snatched KRS-1



==================
SELF_AWARENESS
==================

"There was no mold.... God just freestyled me..." ~Sinsualmind

"Pardon me…
It's not that I question belief
But rather the structure
In which we are taught
To believe" ~ThaAnthology

"Who am I?"

I am the soul that exists beyond time and space
I am the beauty that has no face
I am the divinity that has no gender no nation no race
I am the words that hate can't replace
I

am

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

Indigo Matthews...

I M

I dig gold outta ma'shoes tap dance walks
with blue hues of moodyblues and gladness
i reiterate happiness and blind sadness with my stride
i glide

like liquid mercury on solid surfaces
i dance
prance
romance ballroom floors
like pavarotti squeezed tenor-high praises from thick air

I M

Indigo Matthews

undress souls with words
minds with breath
hearts with flesh
and kill death with every mesmorizin

thud

of my BASS
cleft

i'm left
handed when it comes to doin the typical
i'm Atypical kinda bruva
make women feel whimsical wishin on trent darby's well
wrapped in my arms atta broadway musical

Indigo Matthews

I go and dig out f'news
new truths
find roots and sing true blues
swoon u till i dig u till u
become an open treasure box adornin my flesh
measure by measure
with the pleasure
bein ALL yours
with a surplus bein mine...

I M

that memory
that glance
that passion
that "last dance"

that brings a tingle in y'spine

I B

who?

U C

where?

I M

yea...

INDIGO MATTHEWS

ya dig?

(c) Copyright May 23, 2001 by Artist Known As "MUSE"


one love.muse

"Are You Down With DPP?"
===================================
--The Domepome Poets

"Damn-near Poetic Perfection"- Seven

"Everything has a Mover...What moves u?"

"Seek, and you shall find..." - JESUS

~Time should be experienced in Breaths...~ me...

Selah.

=================================
THE BIRTH OF SPOKEN WORD: HIP HOP
=================================

Why hip hop got so damned pregnant she gave birth to spoken word
And that word became hip
And that hip hopped till hip hop transformed and became reborn
Claiming converts from canaan to Babylon

If hip hop was a woman
She would’ve been known as the shorty who snatched KRS-1



==================
SELF_AWARENESS
==================

"There was no mold.... God just freestyled me..." ~Sinsualmind

"Pardon me…
It's not that I question belief
But rather the structure
In which we are taught
To believe" ~ThaAnthology

"Who am I?"

I am the soul that exists beyond time and space
I am the beauty that has no face
I am the divinity that has no gender no nation no race
I am the words that hate can't replace
I

am

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

ehm, yeah. sorry this sucks so much. (shrug)

AY!
really!
bam.
okay, so
i'm jerry
my friends, you know.. they happen to tend to like to prefer to call me uh.. jerry.
and i'm the smoothest hypertensive idea man with
the hippest catch phrases from yesteryear
i'm fashionably late like that, yeah, that's it..
and i have deals, baby
deals that go fast like..
like they had some kinda damn.. rolling things..
like uh.. you know.. 3d circles.. attached to the bottom
and they'd roll.. damn, i'm a genius
NO LONGER WILL WE HAVE TO SUFFER THROUGH HAVING TO PUSH OUR CARS ALONG ON THEIR FLAT BOTTOMS
WE WILL ROLL LIKE GODS OF ALL MOVING THINGS
wuzzat? ah, yes. late again.
if i had a dime for every time that happened..
always coming up with these brilliant schemes like uh..
if i could just combat evil.. on a saturday morning cartoon show..
yeah, but i'd need threads for that..
like.. white robes, that's pretty uh.. yeah.. symbolizing purity in western culture, and we ARE in the western hemisphere right?
yeah, i knew that.. i just uh.. yeah, checking with you.
testing you, even.
so yeah.. then i'd need a power..
but not a violent power, because you know..
marketing appeal, kid tested, mother approved..
so, i'd just uh.. tell everybody to love one another..
or some shit like that..
but i'd need some sort of cliff hanger for a season finale..
like uh.. the bad guys have me uh.. hanging up off of a closet door, and then i pass out from loss of air to my brain..
and then they hide my body in the closet and lock the door, thinking i'm dead..
and then my sidekick, lazy russel, gets me out of there
and we go to try and find some eggs with a giant rabbit
for no damn reason.. kids love that stuff
what? what do you mean, christians won't like it?


.
.
http://ngfaa.cjb.net - The New Grimfurious And Friends Audio Archive
(i'm Bastarrde)

http://www.netaid.org - because uh.. time magazine told me to. hell, i dunno.

http://dreamwater.net/estrangular - i have poems there, too. if you're into that sort of thing.

"stress relates to those who walk around protected"

These were hot!
I M- complex cat, dug it
Jery F- A certified nut!!!
This turned out okay, huh....

***************************The sig spot**************************************
The Butterfly-
those things which you so laughingly call
hands are in fact two
brown butterflies fluttering
across the pleasure
they give
my body
- Nikki Giovanni 21 Feb 71

Sarcasm is a gift I open everyday- Me.

http://antthoughts.diaryland.com/
http://www.tha-renaissance.com
http://vergemag.com

Who are we? DPP. What are we? Family. Why are we? Because of the word, baby...we're here for the word.

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

All of ya'll been on point with these pieces and enjoyin the reads. looks like I'm goin to have to come back with my own. Keep droppin em.


"See I'm sexual/but it doesn't mean I'm not intellectual"-Me

I'm slow like honey/heavy with mood"-Fiona Apple

"The only things that I take serious is god/missin' money/and late periods/there she is"-lady luck

"I'm a sexy bytch, what!"-my boi

" I'm natural/b/c I'm me." Kitkat

The sexual revolution was born in between these thighs waiting to be reinvented.

I I I

I'm Willie D.

too broke to be Billie D
but I rock the brush back like him..

my game come from the QUEEN's hive
that yellow golden jive
I kick

like the click
on Gregory hines

tap shoe.. my game be givin' 'em cavities

right in that sweettooth they got for me..

I'm jazz in pinstripe suites
& got blues
in my tap shoes..

I dance like Sammy,

til' sweat got me blingin' like a grammy
but I.. I I I

I'm Willie D.

too broke to be Billie D

so I rock my dew dry..

my dew be dry
like that crack'd leather texture

on chap lips.. Billie be like "someone
give this brutha' chapstick,

'cause he tryna' be me. and his game so dry
I could strike it like a match stick.. and get fire"..

I I I

I'm Willie D.

an emulated Billie D

with the leather on my shoes crack'd..

too broke for polish.

too broke to be Billie D..

'cause he too dry. tryna' be me.
______________________________________________
"..she likes to be nibbled
on the ball of her foot
where she gets blisters from new shoes" -OrangeLoni

Giovanni's HOMEPAGE:
http://www.geocities.com/nyckenn_cole

Sinsualmind's "MENTAL SATIN" (yall need to check this sista' out):
http://www.mentalsatin.com

G's Journal:
http://ghostwriter.diaryland.com/index.html

Make way for the Domepome Poets

-----sig starts here-----
interested in buying my chapbook,
"Transfer"? Just visit http://myspace.com/alanking81

or

http://myspace.com/bustransfer
(see what people are saying
about "Transfer")

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

i wanna see where we're gonna take this...there is something real good happening here... where you driving us Anthol?? where where?? where????

so we got a brother with monee, a whitee with none, a travelling soul, a nut, a complex cat and Mr W. D from Giovanni

where we going where where where???


its ^ 2 U

peace...and lemme know

Loni


---------the rules are there aint no rules-----------
"this is the game that moves as you play"

I stand next to a mountain and I chop it down with the edge of my hand..cos I’m a voodoo chile… yeah I’m a voodoo chile- Jimi Hendrix (who the fuck else?)

whenever people agree with me, i always feel i must be wrong- Oscar Wilde

'i got the world by the fingertips
but it's slipping away
trying to find the strengh
to hold on another day'-neilien

Sweet Dutch Strawberry says: Hey bo
hunny sandwich,orange chocolate,yoghurt+jaffa cakes says: Hey jo wanna give it a go
Sweet Dutch Strawberry says: Yeah i'll have a go but where's my ho?
hunny sandwich,orange chocolate,yoghurt+jaffa cakes says: Oh true i dunno


http://miaowcat.diaryland.com/ cos i did it too hehee

*********

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

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

vibin off OrangeLoni,

We def in th'midst o'sumthin, heh...

We'll vibe, T-A... Soon...

one love.muse

"Are You Down With DPP?"
===================================
--The Domepome Poets

"Damn-near Poetic Perfection"- Seven

"Everything has a Mover...What moves u?"

"Seek, and you shall find..." - JESUS

~Time should be experienced in Breaths...~ me...

Selah.

=================================
THE BIRTH OF SPOKEN WORD: HIP HOP
=================================

Why hip hop got so damned pregnant she gave birth to spoken word
And that word became hip
And that hip hopped till hip hop transformed and became reborn
Claiming converts from canaan to Babylon

If hip hop was a woman
She would’ve been known as the shorty who snatched KRS-1



==================
SELF_AWARENESS
==================

"There was no mold.... God just freestyled me..." ~Sinsualmind

"Pardon me…
It's not that I question belief
But rather the structure
In which we are taught
To believe" ~ThaAnthology

"Who am I?"

I am the soul that exists beyond time and space
I am the beauty that has no face
I am the divinity that has no gender no nation no race
I am the words that hate can't replace
I

am

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

they call me othello jones
the whitest cat u've seen
i grew up in chicago
cabrini green
albino by birth
and my white white hair's usually under a ballcap
and my pink eyes are behind lenses
so u might think that i'm all that
but rewind for a minute to get my bio:
i grew up in
the place that thugs drove through fast
and i learned to fight way too early
seems that soon as my pops saw my hue
he mumbled somethin bout a boy named sue
some ol johnny cash song that he knew
and since he wasn't gonna be around
he figgered i better learn to fight on my own--
and so he gave the whitest kid he knew
the name othello, last name jones.
and i get by i get by i get
bye bye blackbird was the tune i whistled back in 1980
and i whistled cuz i never sang
i never sang
i never sang for my father
the audience of zero
and to younger bucks i became the local hero
cuz i was pumped up and ready to regulate our project
kinda like being the most noble inmate on the cellblock
the great white hope
except my great hope was not to be white
so othello jones played superman
while feeling more like clark kent
and knowing that with his fair complexion
he'd never take a walk down lois lane
i came to chicago with powers and abilities
the same as mortal men
and my weakness was not kryptonite
or the crips tonight
but the fact that i'm just too white
to be wanted
except as a reluctant icon
a freak of the neighborhood
but at least i'm the neighborhood's freak.
and i annoy the fk outta my sister
when i buy my nephew coloring books
of the incredible hulk
and together we throw away the green crayons
and we color that hulk
that reluctant savior
that misunderstood frankenstein monster
that noble savage
pink like me
pink like me
pink like me

-------
my AIM name is RatpackSlim
my e-mail is ratpackslim@hotmail.com

The Domepome Poets--we got the mad mad crew up in the house--

MUSE/ RatpackSlim/ Guerilla Love/Instant Axis/ Giovanni/ Noseitall/ Reflect/ ThaAnthology/ MudPup/Soul_of_a_Man/Presyzion/b thomas/Vitamin K/SemlohSpeaks...
and...U?

are U down with DPP?

-----------

-----
"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

always saw you as a pimp,nigga! lol



blak.baroque

----------sig-----------

http://unclevicart.com/

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

dude, getting a response from the folks at freestyle is like watching water boil...© Tek

keep the motion
paperdollpoet
----

damn the man.

www.sheflypaper.com

one of those big ol neighbourhoods with different clowns in aint we???
LOL..i can picture it now... and i'm glad paper is bringin a girl here, or i'd be on my own

---------the rules are there aint no rules-----------
"this is the game that moves as you play"

I stand next to a mountain and I chop it down with the edge of my hand..cos I’m a voodoo chile… yeah I’m a voodoo chile- Jimi Hendrix (who the fuck else?)

whenever people agree with me, i always feel i must be wrong- Oscar Wilde

'i got the world by the fingertips
but it's slipping away
trying to find the strengh
to hold on another day'-neilien

Sweet Dutch Strawberry says: Hey bo
hunny sandwich,orange chocolate,yoghurt+jaffa cakes says: Hey jo wanna give it a go
Sweet Dutch Strawberry says: Yeah i'll have a go but where's my ho?
hunny sandwich,orange chocolate,yoghurt+jaffa cakes says: Oh true i dunno


http://miaowcat.diaryland.com/ cos i did it too hehee

*********

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

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

We can take each character and do our own "The Ave" poetically, colaborating short pieces with each other to create this whole neighborhood vibe. I am so glad everybody came together on this. This is the type of board camaraderie we need. Get at me if ya'll dig this idea.

***************************The sig spot**************************************
The Butterfly-
those things which you so laughingly call
hands are in fact two
brown butterflies fluttering
across the pleasure
they give
my body
- Nikki Giovanni 21 Feb 71

Sarcasm is a gift I open everyday- Me.

http://antthoughts.diaryland.com/
http://www.tha-renaissance.com
http://vergemag.com

Who are we? DPP. What are we? Family. Why are we? Because of the word, baby...we're here for the word.

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

sounds fresh, I'm gonna attempt something in a minute.

Stay strong

Lexx

iamlexx.com
newvintagegroup.com
aim: lexx3001

This is kinda long, but I think its worth a read. Even though not really a focused piece, I think a good opener for other ideas.



Yes, its a lazy afternoon
I would still be sleeping if
not
for my sis:
"Cory, get up!"
and
"Cory, you still sleeping?"
and
"Cory, get your ass to the store!"
- yawn -
oh well
I put my clothes on and stumble
out the door

and thats when the sun hit me
with heat
and with light
light wind
more like a subtle breeze
that smells like magnolia with a hint
of ocean
And the sky is deep
and flawless
cyene mixed with navy blue
and my ears are hearing
kids playing and giggling
on the street and
somewhere in the distance, a Latin beat.

What was that I had to get at the store?
Oh yeah, some cereal, milk and bread
I put my car keys in my pocket
I think I'll walk today instead
On my way
I stop and say
hi
to miss Norma Bloom
who is smiling
on the bench with her lady friend in the shade.
And that dude
Othello
is sitting on the stoop
looking up lazily
listening to Jerry
Jerry F? is that his name?
He's telling othello about the other day
and it sounds funny, he's talking about
three girls and how he got played
cause he thought he was gonna get laid
hope he tells me this story later on in the day.
Oh, and I see these other two play
dominos.
its
Willie D and Indigo.
I walk over to watch their game
"Go fish!" Willie say
Cigar stubbs in the ashtray
I spot a bottle of E&J.
Oh well, I gotta go now

I hit the market, get the products and walk out
Stop in the doorway
turn around
pick up a notepad and a Bic
take an alternative route through the park
sit down on the bench and think
then write it down.
I see Horatio sitting down
I seen him around.
I heard he's into writing
so am I

Stay strong

Lexx

iamlexx.com
newvintagegroup.com
aim: lexx3001

you might want to repost it on its own thread, so we can get better viewing of it.
I like the interaction of the players in the piece.
You are definitely feeling me.

***************************The sig spot**************************************
The Butterfly-
those things which you so laughingly call
hands are in fact two
brown butterflies fluttering
across the pleasure
they give
my body
- Nikki Giovanni 21 Feb 71

Sarcasm is a gift I open everyday- Me.

http://antthoughts.diaryland.com/
http://www.tha-renaissance.com
http://vergemag.com

Who are we? DPP. What are we? Family. Why are we? Because of the word, baby...we're here for the word.

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

~~*The Royal Signature and It's Court*~~

Paper is more patient than people. -Anne Frank

lily: any of a genus of tall bulbous herbs with leafy stems and usually funnel shaped flowers. -The Merriam Webster Dictionary

http://wiltedlily.diaryland.com

Mindful: An extremely extraordinary exaggerator engulfing evolutionary extractions.

hey ant.

keep the motion
paperdollpoet
----

damn the man.

www.sheflypaper.com

it was
one friday
three saturdays ago when this
amaretto creamed mutherfucker was
leanin up on this
leather leather ride waitin
by the train for a woman

maybe it's crazy but i i i
feelin my red dress graze my ass
like summer breeze kisses and feelin
cool and sweet and
suddenly hot
met up with a man
so smooth he
named himself
smooth
so sexy he
defined sexy
granted curves to his car
and blessed the curves of my
thighs with his growin brown eyes i
said smooth let me bless your
passenger seat, let me
be the skin that soaks up your
tibeten massage lotion
lemme be the swollen soft
that meets the curly hairs of your
milky chest, lemme
bask in the powers
that be horatio
smoooooooth



==**peace**==

"The logic of divide and rule is still valid today." Capleton

DomePoem Poets; Vibe Nation; One ppl under the spoken word

.....

"Who need fossil fuel when the sun ain't goin' nowhere"
- Amiri Baraka

http://www.okayplayer.com/guidelines

BUY MY BOOK- only $6! Inbox me for details

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"i have stepped out of my body for a sec to "re-fine" my self and find my self attempting to "find" the orighinal me. i hope to return in due tyme."
Semloh.

--------------------
Feels good to be home. Damn, I miss DPP!
---------------

So. I told him:
I might love you...and he said
I will love you too--when "you"
get back.

.
.
http://ngfaa.cjb.net - The New Grimfurious And Friends Audio Archive
(i'm Bastarrde)

http://www.netaid.org - because uh.. time magazine told me to. hell, i dunno.

http://dreamwater.net/estrangular - i have poems there, too. if you're into that sort of thing.

"stress relates to those who walk around protected"

and the vibe that came along with it

u always startin shit, Anthol...lol

~~~SPITFIRE (NEW DATE): AUGUST 23, 2001~~~
Wanna know more? Hit me up: carameldom@hotmail.com
(((check the flyers: http://www.geocities.com/bmorestreetwise/flyers.html)))

http://www.welcome.to/okaypoets (u ain't a real okayplayer if u ain't been here)

"cats pop champagne/over misery and pain/like slaves on the ship/talkin 'bout/who got the flyest chains" ~~Talib Kweli

"you can't fool me! I'm too stupid!" (c) a random warner bros. cartoon character

~~~~
http://omidele.blogspot.com/
http://rahareiki.tumblr.com/
http://seatofbliss.blogspot.com/

give me a day or so to create a character..
don't let this post drop.

cool idea you started here.

"God is..She's like a motherly
Che Guevara, benevolent,
like 6 feet tall with dreadlocks,
a big machine gun and a
beautiful laugh... maybe."

~ okp DJ Scratch n Sniff

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

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

but still in heavy rotation right now. once it drops, it's in the archives

B aka "stanley longwood"

Move Over, Girl: A Novel - in stores NOW
(yeah, i wrote it. no, i'm not the guy on the cover.)
Random House
www.chance22.com

--
now playing: The African American Student's Guide to Excellence in College
on deck: another installment of Okaybooks
archives: Spoken Words | Move Over Girl

www.chance22.com
www.lionsstory.org
www.okayplayer.com/books

i dunno if i'm too late, but i got a cat i wanna introduce...
this isnt really finished, i'd prolly have to drop a whole dayum thread just to fit all the shit i wanted to talk about in here...but, here's his intro. dig.

i'm chewin tobaccuh
and chewin' the fat
spittin' out the gristle
and bringin' it back...

round here they call me cap'n jack
but y'all can call me Cal
Mr. Calhoun if i don't know you
southern drawl, dirty smile
got stories t' tell...
young ghetto bwahs t' reach
feed 'em some knowlegde wit dem dere collards
i'm always thinkin' fasta' than m' speech impedimet'll let me spit it out
yeah, i s-st-stutta
but when it came to the ladies i'z butta
where the fuck yuh
think they got th' name Slim Cutta
Calhoun?
known fuh gettin' high like the noon
m' daddy drownded his ass in a bottle
...folks say i'll be folluhn him soon
hell,
i..
i cant disagree
sometimes i be lettin' this shit git' the best of me...
2 wives and three jobs...
shit...
but anyways-

i'm chewin tobaccuh
and chewin' the fat
spittin' out the gristle
and bringin' it back...

i dont got no degree
cept' an arrest for 3rd degree assault...
(that nigguh's liquor wuz talkin' fo' him..sheeeit, it wasnt my fault)
caught
up
in pussy hunts and ass whoopins fo' some cash
useta be showin' up at the front door t' have the old lady throw my ass
out
so i'm assed out
passed out
on the front lawn..

no chillun'
cuz doc said my seed ain't no good
i reckon m' ass couldnt support 'em anyway
not like i should...
fuck it.
but, when i'm on the corner

i'm chewin tobaccuh
and chewin' the fat
spittin' out the gristle
and bringin' it back...

"To deal with ya'll now, anyway
'cause I'm on a mission
for missionary positions"...

i guess i cant rel8 so much cuz out've young black man, i've only got the first 2 locked down..*lol*...i'ma hit u back w/ more wisdom when i get outta boyhood...hehe...

ill piece 4 real tho'

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

seraph219: eh...
seraph219: i sorta wanna buy a mic
seraph219: just to hold it

"but is black just a singer
with a river of charisma on wax?
or is black bigger than that
picture of black cats

perhaps black's a

You all watch out for Auntie Bell M. Holmes coming as soon as I can sit for 2 minutes....
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"i have stepped out of my body for a sec to "re-fine" my self and find my self attempting to "find" the orighinal me. i hope to return in due tyme."
Semloh.

--------------------
Feels good to be home. Damn, I miss DPP!
---------------

So. I told him:
I might love you...and he said
I will love you too--when "you"
get back.

I am
Auntie Bell M. Holmes

from the south--got a hip hop flava
with a southun twang...
Can't nobody tell me I don't look good
'ceptn me, an do ya'll really spect tha t'happen?

I roll straight from the country
acuhs, and acuhs of land
chopping wood, an cuttin' grass
my pastures on one side of me
and my garden on the otha

So I guess tha's why I'm alone
can't no man handle me
Im mo man than he'll eva be
an mo woman than he'll eva get

I am Auntie Bell M. Holmes

Got a young body, with a old soul
or maybe its tha otha way aroun
I don't rightly remember cuz my mind
don work like it useta

But that don mean I cant work like I useta
Im from the ole school
they useta make us betta back then
all the stature for half tha price

Jus a little touch up every nah and then


Still in a block--sorry. This is what came out!
``````````````````````````````````````
"i have stepped out of my body for a sec to "re-fine" my self and find my self attempting to "find" the orighinal me. i hope to return in due tyme."
Semloh.

--------------------
Feels good to be home. Damn, I miss DPP!
---------------

So. I told him:
I might love you...and he said
I will love you too--when "you"
get back.

OKPS.... man.... yall got madd talent... i can't wait to see where all this goes... aight, i wanna get my feet a lil wet too... hopefully it won't suck

i'd take my hat off to yall in tribute, but my hair is @#$@#ed right now

i shall return....

~*HottLykeFiyah*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
(AIM & YahooIM name: KentuckianKween)

"I'm from the south...I'm a southern girl...home of the burnin' church...don't know much about the world...countryfied...everything i eat is fried...got a southern drawl...I'm so country yall...I'm a southern girl...from way down south...got a dirty way...cause I got a dirty mouth..." --Erykah Badu

but i'm a hater, tho

i apologize if this is subpar
but this life i lead so far
is unimportant

im confused of they way i should be
looking in the mirror i dont recognize me
cause what others see are diffrent drasticly

if i dont know anybetter so im a bastard
ive been told i have lenage of the "masters"
with spanish looks and dark skin

just another confused child
livein in barrios can be wild
for the mut down the street

the whites look at me strange
and cause my past to rearrange
cause they treat me like im not one of them

so i clame the spanish part of me situations
even though im part white through my mothers "relations"
because they are the only ones who will accept me

so i get called generic mexican
i dont speek the language and have no accent man
but still the accept me

so i go through exsitance with a smile
and a secret that ive know for a while
im completely niave to the world around me

so wit the confusion in my brain
i step out into the reain
to introduce the world a mut of a child

and in a world thats "equal"
they just wirte the sequal
to the delusion of a half bread kid

so i leave this place for higher ground
and the tranqulitty of the sound
of my people who forget my last name and only know me as manulito


~7~

"when we are born we all get a ticket to the freakshow, so i say why not just sit back and enjoy the show"-george carlin

"love and peace"- vash the stampede

"im an optmistic pessamist, i know the glass is half full, but where the hell is the other half"-anonums

"show me what lies just beyond my eyes/ would you take me to the world where my spirit flies/tell me is it really fact or just a pack of lies/show me whats beyond my eyes"- twiztid

"forget my name/rember it only as a handshake/introduction to my belief which is god/ride inside the waves of my interpreture/music, sound, hypnotic if you choose/but truth and life regardless of your quiestionable timid comprimises/which i intend to erase/which will erase without hint of reward as i am only a messenger and you a sheep in process of evolutin/almost at death with yourself and on the staicase of birth/soon you may almost forget te smell of your family"- jimi hendrix write april 25,1970

"sanity is for the weak"-soulblade

They Call me Sakani Ishwar
Cuz i be finger popping and pop lockin
Down the street i be moving to different beats
that Head wrap chic that
be
smokin tha illest spliffs

I keeps my baby on my back cuz his journeys with me
His father is a poem a Po Em-cee.
I be rough battle marked
cuz i battle everyday
cats that wanna touch my hypnotic booty sway.

I came from down south deep in the woods
The story is i was created from lost books
shoved back in hidden nooks.

I be Siren when my voice touches the ears of all who can hear
and i can be found spittin jive down on
Avenue 5.




Ight there's my girl Antholllllllllll...let's do this u ready








i was slave to you before u even asked.-VitaminK

Your Revolution will not happen between these thighs---Sarah Jones

Natural Born Killa NIgga u Natural Born God-Common "The Bitch in Yoo"

Hot Oral Turkey???--My half-deaf Grandma

N.I.C.K.-natural instincts controllin knowledge (c) Lefrak

if we was to do audios, you'd be MTV's reject/im pressin eject on this "quote on quote" of a battle, you couldnt get a dickride if ya changed ya name to straddle--Lefrak aka Instant Ax

Got aim: Sistawitafro
Got Msn: Jazzybelle75

19122552157@my2way.com

www.myspace.com/3rd_i

3rd i: so u gonna be my child's god parent
Dawgeatah: i already have 3
3rd i: yeah but do u have a black one..like pokemon gotta catch them all.

i am a self-mutilator
of the worst kind...
(c)MyLife

so there i was on the stoop with my nephew lil' scoop
(or at least that's what he's deemed cuz he digs icecream)
and we're coloring in his books.
when i hear this voice from down the block that sent me into shock
and i look up to see this head-wrapped queen step to the scene
and she's giving me funny looks
now i'm used to being stared at cuz i've gotta be the whitest cat
in the neighborhood here and it's a little scary--(oh, i forgot abt jerry--
but he's a few cents short of a buck and really down on his luck)
but now i apologize for digression.
she stops her song to look at me--she's really got her hooks in me
by now and i'm feeling kinda funny...i mean, she's noticing my facials and i don't think interracial
relationships were what she was suggestin'.
she looks at my nephew and says hello, i say, "hi, i'm othello--"
and she winks an eye at me (see i think she gets the irony)
and she asks me if i want to get a drink.
she sings out her name, a voice straight from the african plains
with a confidence and demeanor that make me want to meet her
but i feel that i might still be too pink.
later that evening after scoops back with my sister i meet up with sakani and tell her that i missed her
i'm not trying to be an asshole nor am i trying to play the mack role
but truth is i haven't dated in a while
so i give her a piece i wrote that i think's nice just to break the ice
and she's sipping on her cocktail reading my poetic block tale
and i see her break out into a smile.
she asks if i rock the mic or if i simply write
and i hesitate as i give a reply that is perhaps a little sly
but i tell her i'm a po-em-cee.
one drink leads to one more, and soon she's looking at the door
and i'm feeling social tensions but i don't know her intentions
until she sings out, "baybee go with me."
and we went back to her place since it was right around the way
and we listened to old school otis redding and the moment i was dreading
was when she asked if i wanted to stay the night.
i said i don't understand i mean yes, yr a woman i'm a man
but i don't feel that how i appear might have ran u off in fear
and she said "we're the same, child, when i hit the light"...

postscript: i haven't seen sakani in a while and i hear she has a child
and part of me wonders if its my seed
for the night produced a progeny i want him or her to be proud of me
and i wanna be the father that they need...

-------
my AIM name is RatpackSlim
my e-mail is ratpackslim@hotmail.com
and now i have a fisher-price "my first website":
http://pages.prodigy.net/robsturma

The Domepome Poets--we got the mad mad crew up in the house--

MUSE/ RatpackSlim/ Guerilla Love/Instant Axis/ Giovanni/ Noseitall/ Reflect/ ThaAnthology/ MudPup/Soul_of_a_Man/Presyzion/b thomas/Vitamin K/SemlohSpeaks...
and...U?

-----
"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

young Iris B. Brown... born as soon as i find the time...

but i'm a hater, tho

fkin writer's block... she's comin yall i promise...

~*HottLykeFiyah*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
(AIM & YahooIM name: KentuckianKween)

"I'm from the south...I'm a southern girl...home of the burnin' church...don't know much about the world...countryfied...everything i eat is fried...got a southern drawl...I'm so country yall...I'm a southern girl...from way down south...got a dirty way...cause I got a dirty mouth..." --Erykah Badu

but i'm a hater, tho

here she be, miss Iris B... okay, i cut it down a LOT, but it's still long as hell, and i 'pologize for that...

Iris B. Brown


I am
Iris B. Brown
and some folk be thankin’
that i ain’t down
but i am

i’m a bright southern girl
introduced to this world
in late april of ‘82
donned my mama’s hips at an early age
and filled the soulful space where pops shoulda been with rage
i never had a thang for pale almonds with legs
so i planted myself north of the mason-dixon
in search of a more colorful scene
yeah, i still got a little south in my mouth
but i finally found my heart in the Phillys and NYCs--
seems it was awaitin me in yankee territory
all the time
so here i am
southern belle planted in an urban hell
and lovin every minute of it

lady justice is blind
cause i stole her glasses
with hands i have yet to grow in to
these hands...
see these hands?
i took these hands and taught myself
to play Beethoven’s Fur Elise
taught Picasso how to paint a masterpiece
then i built my peoples pyraminds
amidst the weeping spirits
of the Nile
with these hands

maybe these hands
are a little too old
for the rest of me

that could be why folk think
young Iris Brown
ain’t down
but i am

mirrors became my enemy
about a year ago
when i was just 18
cause it seems
i’ve been cursed
with a smile that calls
men from miles
and oddly enuff, makes sistas frown
whenever i come around
not at me,
but at the high yella bitch they perceive me to be
my face don’t fit my personality
honestly
but folk don’t listen
when i try to explain
so i sit
quiet
and smilin just the same


I’m Iris B.
my irises be brown as bronzed cinnamon
and
sweet as a milky chocolate prayer
i’m the window to my generation’s soul:
i don’t say much
but see everything
i’m so quiet
folk be thankin’ somethin’s wrong
say i better get loud
or life’ll pass me by like a song
but
i’d rather take it verse by verse
and i’d invite you to sing along
but only i know the words
and i ain’t quick to whisper my lyrical lines
to just any ol’ body...
i don’t hear the “hey, shorty”s
of men in their forties
i keep walking
i ignore the “yo, redbone”s
of cats on their way home
i keep walking
and i just hate to see a man on his knees
talkin bout “hey baby... please, baby... baby, please...”
i just keep on walking

and folk wonder why
i’m so tired all the time...

i’ve been called evrythang
from stuck up and seditty
to bright yella bougie bitch
i don’t get mad
cause they might be right
and i’ll be that if need be
cause i’m too good to fight
so
i stay grounded and carry myself as an empress
high Yoruba priestess
magical musical mistress
naive to the naked eye
but to the trained, a ruthless seductress...

see
most cats think
iris brown
ain’t down
but
i am...

soothing vibes rise from my thighs
evrytime i arise to walk
and when they talk
brothas listen
hopin to audition
for a role in my play
no rehearsal dates, brotha
do it right the first time
or don’t do it at all

i sit high on my throne
behind an armored glass wall
watchin cats try to crawl their way over the top
askin if i got the time
i look at ‘em, smile at ‘em and throw ‘em my watch
cause that’s all i’m willin to give ‘em

i don’t give it up so
maybe that’s why they think
Iris Brown
ain’t down
but
i am

i am

i am Iris B. Brown
the hip twitchin
soul listenin
corn fed
country bred
sun settin’
moon callin’ diva
sweet buttered ebony goddess
chosen child of the wind
and through eyes as brown as sepia stars
i can call you to me
and keep you at bay
all in the same glance

yeah, go ‘head and think
Iris Brown
ain’t down...

life has left me craving sisterhood
and needing a man’s touch
but
life has taught me
that sistas don’t want you
if you’re easy on the eyes
and brothas only want you
when they want somethin
so
i’m like some kinda
tragic urban pocahontas
abandoned by her tribe...
folk say the way back in
is to let out a war cry
but i don’t wanna disturb the waters
so
i just keep still
and i’ll stay this way
til the right boat comes passin through
but don’t be fooled
the seductress is watchin you...

see
yall be thankin
Iris Brown
ain’t down
but i am

i am

i am
Iris
B.
Brown.


**p.s. - thanks, B!!

~*HottLykeFiyah*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
(AIM & YahooIM name: KentuckianKween)

"I'm from the south...I'm a southern girl...home of the burnin' church...don't know much about the world...countryfied...everything i eat is fried...got a southern drawl...I'm so country yall...I'm a southern girl...from way down south...got a dirty way...cause I got a dirty mouth..." --Erykah Badu

but i'm a hater, tho

Jcan Samadhi Jones



...I used to make luv to my wordz..
Watch them give birth to beautiful verses.
These verses, I'd watch them grow
And when mature enuff, I'd show them off
To a few open minded ears.....

---me

Damn i hate waiting
but i guess i'll have to wait until this cat
starts to percalate.
Do i'll practice my copeira and spin until i'm dizzy
i'll just spin until i'm dizzy and
then i think i'll make the sun go down.

Beatbox cypha interludes i be eluding
Cats that wanna place me on my back
i'm so tired of all that.
Cuz i be that peppermint scented dipped in
Honey Man Gos on and on about.

I'm his Queen to be but i dont be hearing that
cuz i got a mission to complete.
Gotta make the world safe for my baby
i'll be Queen some other day but for
this day i be Warrioress.

Makin war on cats that try to invade my space
i be moving thru time only to find
i was early so i'll wait like i'm waiting now
shit i just might head on ova ta Cory's.......















i was slave to you before u even asked.-VitaminK

Your Revolution will not happen between these thighs---Sarah Jones

Natural Born Killa NIgga u Natural Born God-Common "The Bitch in Yoo"

Hot Oral Turkey???--My half-deaf Grandma

N.I.C.K.-natural instincts controllin knowledge (c) Lefrak

if we was to do audios, you'd be MTV's reject/im pressin eject on this "quote on quote" of a battle, you couldnt get a dickride if ya changed ya name to straddle--Lefrak aka Instant Ax

Got aim: Sistawitafro
Got Msn: Jazzybelle75

19122552157@my2way.com

www.myspace.com/3rd_i

3rd i: so u gonna be my child's god parent
Dawgeatah: i already have 3
3rd i: yeah but do u have a black one..like pokemon gotta catch them all.

i am a self-mutilator
of the worst kind...
(c)MyLife

if you dont mind
~7~

"when we are born we all get a ticket to the freakshow, so i say why not just sit back and enjoy the show"-george carlin

"love and peace"- vash the stampede

"im an optmistic pessamist, i know the glass is half full, but where the hell is the other half"-anonums

"show me what lies just beyond my eyes/ would you take me to the world where my spirit flies/tell me is it really fact or just a pack of lies/show me whats beyond my eyes"- twiztid

"forget my name/rember it only as a handshake/introduction to my belief which is god/ride inside the waves of my interpreture/music, sound, hypnotic if you choose/but truth and life regardless of your quiestionable timid comprimises/which i intend to erase/which will erase without hint of reward as i am only a messenger and you a sheep in process of evolutin/almost at death with yourself and on the staicase of birth/soon you may almost forget te smell of your family"- jimi hendrix write april 25,1970

"sanity is for the weak"-soulblade

othello's got another story to tell, i swear..let me page him...

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my AIM name is RatpackSlim
my e-mail is ratpackslim@hotmail.com
and now i have a fisher-price "my first website":
http://pages.prodigy.net/robsturma

The Domepome Poets--we got the mad mad crew up in the house--

MUSE/ RatpackSlim/ Guerilla Love/Instant Axis/ Giovanni/ Noseitall/ Reflect/ ThaAnthology/ MudPup/Soul_of_a_Man/Presyzion/b thomas/Vitamin K/SemlohSpeaks...
and...U?

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"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

Ya'll Caucasian cats
Tried to kill me
With unemployment
And bullshit
But I learned quick

thiS is fuckeD up.....

yeaH...Caucasian's hold most of the top jobS buT it is you who are holding yourself done by unemploymenT...don't usE RaCe as an excuSe....it's petty....

it was aight until it got to that parT...

respeCt

save that for the activism board.

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http://ngfaa.cjb.net - The New Grimfurious And Friends Audio Archive
(i'm Bastarrde)

http://www.netaid.org - because uh.. time magazine told me to. hell, i dunno.

http://dreamwater.net/estrangular - i have poems there, too. if you're into that sort of thing.

"stress relates to those who walk around protected"

whAt thE fuCk Is wronG wiTh yoUr CapS LoCk?

jesus.... *shakes head*

---------the rules are there aint no rules-----------

I’m a pink toothbrush
You’re a blue toothbrush
Have we met before?
I’m a pink toothbrush
You’re a blue toothbrush
And we met behind the bathroom door

If the wind blew every petal from your precious red rose, would you be afraid of what you found inside?- Prince

SingMia: a fan is a electrical spinning metal piece
SingMia: eye am not a FAN
SingMia: eye dont get plugged into a WALL YET

and no i aint down with DPP so stop asking me!!

Aren't you the 1 who lets random guys touch her breasts?- HotThyng76

http://members.blackplanet.com/BlueErotica/

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

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

Dunn, he's a character. Characters have what is called character traits. I don't personally go into all that racism nonsense. Thanks for peeping tho. Be Easy.


******showing love to the sig********

"God wanted to change the world, so she made me a poet" -Unknown

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