ok fellas.

before i decided to take this upon myself and head it up, i figured it'd be best that i peep the ladies' collaborative efforts, and see what the thrust was, see if it could shed any light on what direction we could be taking.

the truth is, being a woman writer and grouping up as women writers in some sort of solidarity has way more totally gender specific dynam than we could think to try to attack.

we are the majority.

so we gotta rock the mic differently.

i believe in the idea of a common topic, that we all can spill our creative guts on.

so, i did some brainstorming, along with my lovely partnerinthiscrimecalledlife... came up with something so simple, yet offering a truckload of possibilties for directions we can take it. i present to you:


The Rites of Manhood/What It Means To Be A Man

i think, with info gathered and inferred from personal observation, this is one of the most misapproriated and misunderstood concepts in the history of man. it's import is irresistable, but it's been convoluted with bad examples of manhood, solid male figures being absent from our lives, the music we listen to, the lives we lead and the boys watching us lead them. there's good and bad to all this, and here is where we can develop it.

so.

let's build.

post your stories, your poems, your rhymes, your freewrites, whatever. share your experiences, good or bad. your reflections on self, your ideas on how the topic should implicated in your life, whatEVER. i'm sure any working mind can see the angles this could address. i think this could possibly be a pathway for good dialogue, which would eclipse the simple scope of any post on this board.

might just change the next man's mind for the better.

how ever you feel it necessary to share, share. bravado, ubermasculinity, feminine side, whatever. drop and respond, we can get something positive popping over here.

feel free to let the board know who you are, too... i won't do like ezzential and post everybody's name... it's just too many of y'all cats. you know who you are, and whether you wanna contribute. holler at the post, and if this goes well, maybe it'll rock on into the future.


(...and, of course, this topic is up for discussion.)

i'm puttin myself out on a limb with this one. don't let me down, niggas!!!

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i can only 'begin' to try to give my father the 'props' he deserves. here's my feeble attempt. one of many to come in the future. let's get it going



how far i have come from tugging
my dad's pant leg for attention,
to be picked up and placed on
his shoulders, not knowing that
was the tallest i would ever be--

i feel it now-- as i search the
dark freckles of my face and find
his eyes staring back at me,
wondering if i'll ever be able to
raise a son of my own, as he raised me

yet, it continues, the lessons learned
and with time i've come to understand
i can never be told enough about
how a woman should be treated, how
cold the world can be, and of course

"i love you son". here's to his
voice and all it means to be loved
by him, he, who has given all he has
so that i may give more--to life,
to love, to my son made in my image

as i am made in his.






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"(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands" -e.e.cummings



"If you pluck out the heart
To find what makes it move,
You'll halt the clock
That syncopates our love." -Sylvia Plath

"So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past." -F. Scott Fitzgerald (The Great Gatsby)

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myself is sculptor of
your body’s idiom:
the musician of your wrists;
the poet who is afraid
only to mistranslate
a rhythm in your hair...
-E.E. Cummings

...I have no doubt that your father would be honored by your kind and heartfelt words.

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

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but niggas is scared to hit "post".

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"Pimping ain't art...but grabbing guns is?!"
(c) Menphyel

"I've come to realise that I never loved Hip-Hop as a whole,
just a particular era that happened at the same time as
I was actively checking actively for new music."

a male month collabo, where are they? come on men, sheesh...






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in a darkroom i pull up to a keyboard like a piano
eye's shut peruse bird's eye view over scenarios
landscapes of what i did or didnt do
due to the smooth blend of red bull
some clear liquour brings all to view
like...

my name called to accept a degree
from the stands ma'looking down with the tears for her baby
far cry from just a few joints before
worrying about my silence while my brother was
sent off to war
had crew but they never knew my vision
along with words, graft culminated to a lone mission
to places i just got dusted out
coke laced with herb
thinking its all about head on the roof because of her
from just like minds
to look at us primetime
mult-pack ramin to opening for common
i was on all of those milque tapes
a songwriter who couldnt share gift with blood
on the low it'll do
just what he did in the livingroom
now it's known in some circles
even my lady pushin'me with it to leap these hurdles
intrinsic,
once faced with eviction still this vision persists
to eat well off imagination
scribe a book,for self i set the pagination
than the other part of it
interview these artistsis
no doubt,
these layouts is schemes
from since over the phones with a few i spoke about this,indeed
came along way
since the nah,we not hiring now days
a charmed life best describes his road
he walks and laid,huh

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

worrying about my silence while my brother was
sent off to war
had crew but they never knew my vision
along with words, graft culminated to a lone mission

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

Interesting,


how while in the suburbs of west philly under foliage and prevailing wind, i realized you are no longer my little brother. nope. your path is yours, college man. enjoy it, enjoy it. of course there are the responsibilities of studying sometimes through the night, joining clubs, doing internships, networking with teachers, and so on but then there is also the drinking, the girls and of course rock and roll and we both know nobody has shit on hendrix--in that sense, i've taught you well. the house isn't the same without you here (i'm sure mom, dad and richard can attest to this) and i wish i could come to see you more. i'm not afraid to say it, i love you brandon. i wish only success and days of sunshine. when the days get rainy and the friends are few (although i could never see the latter being a problem for you), just know i'm a phone call away. continue to move toward finding your niche and spreading a little love along the way.

your brother always,
brian



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"...make him feel the escalade, put his feet in the blade" -Lil Wayne

"A cool friend of mine likes to say, 'Hip is to fashion as cool is to style.' To him, hipness and fashion are superficial, ephemeral and easily merchandized; cool is innate, and style is timeless. You can buy what's hip, but you can't buy cool. Some of the coolest people you meet are hoplessly out of fashion, have no idea what's considered hip at the moment and couldn't care less. Hipness is public; it does you no good to be hip if nobody's around to appreciate it. There are legions of hipsters, wearing their identical fashions, listening to the same music, reading the same blogs, crowding together in the hippest neighborhoods in their towns. But there are no coolsters, just cool individuals. Cool needs no outward validation."

-John Strausbaugh

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myself is sculptor of
your body’s idiom:
the musician of your wrists;
the poet who is afraid
only to mistranslate
a rhythm in your hair...
-E.E. Cummings

love and care for your brother...

for that alone, u get *props*

*nods*


~i get kinda scared for my brothers... they're getting older, yet... are remaining somewhat stagnant in the way they think. i worry for them, but... i keep in mind that perhaps, they will take what i've taught them and mix it with their experiences at home w/o me there, and... grow up knowing life is what... u make it...






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A chilly September wind
whips through the back door of a yellow cab
Dee Dee slides in holding Jazz hand
"Hey man," he nearly barks at the cabbie.
"We gotta get to Mary Imaculate hospital quick!"
The driver speeds off and within hours
a pain in the ass appears

Soon grows knuckle head negro
who lives for reasons unbeknownst to him
but still trudges through
a lfe so far filled with
sadness and depression
See, three years after September
Jazz moved away and Daddy was a name that missed its meaning
Dee Dee was mother father exponential
and she tried to teach manhood
but that's a specialized class
Not everyone can succeed with that syllabus

Walls were made for me to walk into
if emotions could manifest physically
I'd be full body casted thoughout high school
where through fights, infidelity
and a surealistic call to Queens streets
had me seeking a degree in thugmanship

But thank God for maturity.

I'm 31 now and maybe soon
life will bless me with the opportunity
to be Jazz to a Kenny who will look, stand, walk and/or act
like me
maybe e'll be funny like me
maybe he'll be shy like I was
maybe I won't pass away before I can teach him right
like Jazz did

Maybe his mom will be as strong as Dee Dee
in case I do...

But boy, whenever you appear
and grace the world with your spirit
always remember what it is to be who you are
Man is a word used to often but with the wrong interpretation.

Being tall doesn't make you a man
Being hefty doesn't make you a man
having sex and a baby
does not a man make

It's not the ability to make choices
but the strength and perseverance to live with
the choices you make
and stand by all that comes from those decisions

That's what Jazz has been trying to tell me
for all these years
That's what Dee Dee has raised me to believe

So am I a man yet?
I gather...
But that's not my choice to make
I'll leave that naming ceremony to my son.


-Fah.

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The House of Caine (available)

Melancholoy Funk (available)

Tha Anthology (Words 2001-2003) Poetry inspired by OKP and Wash, DC
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>A chilly September wind
>whips through the back door of a yellow cab
>Dee Dee slides in holding Jazz hand
>"Hey man," he nearly barks at the cabbie.
>"We gotta get to Mary Imaculate hospital quick!"
>The driver speeds off and within hours
>a pain in the ass appears

i dig the intro.

>Dee Dee was mother father exponential
>and she tried to teach manhood
>but that's a specialized class
>Not everyone can succeed with that syllabus

i like that. good choice of words.

>Walls were made for me to walk into
>if emotions could manifest physically
>I'd be full body casted thoughout high school

word to that.

>That's what Jazz has been trying to tell me
>for all these years

i'm wondering...are we talking about jazz, the music?

>So am I a man yet?
>I gather...
>But that's not my choice to make
>I'll leave that naming ceremony to my son.

great ending.

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i have the right
to my forefathers shame
my grandfathers name
my fathers mis-shapen game
and all the misadventure that caused the world pain

i have the right
to the worlds blame
like america we became
the ones who said we were in charge of all things

i have the right
as a man
to never understand
the ways of those who i love
but to take shelter in the miscommunication systems controlling the world

i have the right
as a man
to use the millions of scapegoats
created for men by men who bow to other men

i have the right
to fight to dominate the "alpha dog" fields
in the homo-erotic massachistic homophobe code of aggresion

i have the right
to cheat on women, steal, murder, pillage and lie
to live like the wasted kings who preceed me

i have the right
to say what people want to hear
to brainwash beautiful people into thinking there are nothing more then fixxes
to sell crack cocaine or arrest innocent teens

but as a man
i choose to wave these rights
on behalf of all the misled men before me
on behalf of my fathers who have walked in misery
on behalf of the responsibility i have to my history

i am not just a man, to ride the pendellum in the most politically correct way i know how
i love women and men, for i am the individual
personified through my own passage of rights into what adulthood represents for me
not the dissilusionment of the urban world
but the realization of our intent
in this world bent on communicating by any means necessary
whether through violence, sex, or music
i as a man have a responsibility to not only speak on behalf of myself and not all men
but to warn the world of bad people of both sexxes who will stifle your turn to speak
so that we as the individuals can one day complete our transition into a higher level of communication which no longer divides and conquers our world family

I am dream.

Well-said... too many quotables to mention... but this is excellent work.

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

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yo shit is tight true and 2 the point..on top of the point
ilikes that mind

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

random thoughts aquiesce and congeal
as i attempt to wield the truth as my shield
i am only the man i've become
yearning to become
the man who became
better
because of the worst thing i've survived
to thrive where others have lied
to stand where others have died
just so i can live and share this despair
seated in this chair
wondering why i'm so damn selfish
because it's easier to hold back
than give forth
still trying to figure out how
to eat soup with a fork

incense burns and candles melt
the world still turns and we all have knelt
to pray before sleeping
these secrets we're keeping
as an awkward attempt to stay whole
actually do us a disservice
who knows who deserves this
sometimes these words just
get stuck and sticky
you cannot evict me from this
tenement of language
i'd like to vanquish
alienation, anger, and anguish
even though they're excellent
fuel for the fire of creativity
consuming me with the power to enlighten
frighten or eviscerate
those who attempt to demonstrate
a desire to quench my fire

Yea..I come straight from the top/
Flow type perpetual meaning it never stops/
Flow intellectual meaning I'll never drop/
Anything other than classic...cause what is hot/
Eventually simmers...way and beyond artic temperatures/
Lyrical heebeegeebees enters your comfort perimeter/
These ruff Raleigh cats gettin' it on/
You mad because I say what you want...plus make it sound good in a song/
An example...set forth for the function/
Rappers need pamphlets complete with instructions/
See this is nothin'..I ain't even said a word/
Tendency to push buttons..also get on last nerves/
Just laughin' at those who hate...condition my health/
Vernacular masterbation..I'm feelin' myself/
I done told ya'll cats I got a contorted conception/
Handle bar lyrics so perhaps later you can catch on/
Ying-Yang...through a balance he started livin' his lessons/
Right there for you..so you ain't even gotta question/
The response after the fact..was but a mere taste/
Within reasoning for touchin' the mic in the first place/
I love Hip Hop..just call her my main squeeze/
Promotin' lyrics for days..avoids a brain freeze/
Feelin' like your life is coming to a closure?/
No sir...I just chose to expose ya to the culture/
You on the edge?..Imma give you a push/
Nov.2 was a celibacy day...no Dick..no Bush/
Makin' it hard for you to get on the grind/
Plus I stay above heads like gnats in the summertime/
There's no need to say I'm the best/
Cause what I speak and who I reach seperates the kid from the rest/
You're like WOW!..Bibble really did do the damn thing/
Wear the crown like King really was my last name/
You're a joke on the mic...quit rappin'/
Soon as you spit out your first bar...all of the boards started laughin'/
So when I'm done is there a reason to speak?/
After I ate the microphone and used cord to straight floss my teeth/
Grab a dutch yo...I'll call it my speech/
Can you even handle an L of this lyrical K.B.?/
Missed a few cheap shots..nah..didn't phase me/
Been doing this for years..son you must be crazy/
Effort set forth through struggle that often aids the/
Vivid pictures I paint..Hell!..I even amaze me!/
Won't even charge a phenominal fee/
I'll even ghost write your next battle rhyme against me/
Ladies and gents may I present the../
Entity..one who dispenses lyrics intensly/.......

©Bibblegolf

( The above is my freestyle to be featured on the North Carolina Hip Hop is NOT dead album. Inbox me for more info or possible guest appearances!!!)

...IF YOU THOUGHT THOSE LYRICS THAT I TYPED WAS TIGHT/
IMAGINE WHAT MY DELIVERY IS GONNA SOUND LIKE...

"The more a country produces..the richer it is...the better it should take care of it's people. - Dr. Aleida Guevara"

yo...ill rhyme kid...

tell me more about the NC is not dead joint...i'm originally from NC...just move to philly

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DeCisive is but a mere man
Am as honorable to life everyday
As I am to the paper
When I put a pen in my hand
I am a man
Raised in mind of God
I trial and trivale
In the struggle of life
Triumph irregardless of whether I may fail
When I tell tales
It touches the mind as some
Ancient spell of the ages
I am a man
Full of anger and rage
But can still carry a women's
Most gentle and delicate heart
And not have it break
Can carry the burdens of burdens
As the world keeps turning
And provide the upmost service
And let love resurface
To feed a nation from my plate
I face strife and hate
I walk as daily as death
I suffer through the days
To not be a slave of any old ways
I am a man...
NOW. get out my way!!

~Complex with the creative content on a conquest with concepts and context as concrete as poetry
~Its real and ill when I be sitting still yet still rocking to my mental rhythme.
~Its just right when I write

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until you huddle around 'stupid'
uniform pressed tight
beret smoothed down
listening to stammers of confidence
about an upcoming dance with a freedom who just happens to be dressed to the death

until you clasp your hands behind your back
spit harpooning your face
an ego tying yours back with steel gloves
just because it can

until you cry at the change a mirror is handing you
choking on forcefed values that were just right wing beliefs
3 years ago

until you stand beside a withrered goddess
and watch 'i'm sorry' hand her a neatly pressed flag
"he served and died with honor" replacing
her one remaining son..

don't talk to me about manhood

matter fact fuck manhood

and fuck you

for not asking/teaching me about choices

and the repercussions those choices bring.

and fuck you if you're tired of hearing about this.

_____________________________________

The cry I bring down from the hills
__________belongs to a girl still burning
__________inside my head. At daybreak

____________________she burns like a piece of paper. - YK

no disrespect to the other writers that already contributed, but.

you always inspire me.

good stuff, fam.

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crash... but i like that.

and i appreaciated these lines:

until you stand beside a withrered goddess
and watch 'i'm sorry' hand her a neatly pressed flag
"he served and died with honor" replacing
her one remaining son..

don't talk to me about manhood

matter fact fuck manhood

and fuck you

for not asking/teaching me about choices

and the repercussions those choices bring.

and fuck you if you're tired of hearing about this.


for their depth, honesty, and sense of "i'm fucking tired of this shit." Peace~






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until you clasp your hands behind your back
spit harpooning your face
an ego tying yours back with steel gloves
just because it can

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

There were ONLY (2) two MALE names on the "Ladies Collabo" this year -- Yours & Decstar's -- ;^(

I appreciate your presence there -- as I look back on that thread -- So allow me to give YOU props & accolades for the ~fire~ and honesty that you bring to THIS thread -- ;^)


You are a *STAR* in your very own uni~verse -- *Keep (((Shining)))*


And thanx again for your masculine presence on "Our" Ladies Collabo thread -- *wink*

A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence --
I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥

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it's a loong song, so ill post it verse by verse i wrote it about three weeks ago, but if you guys dont know what its about after you read it, just inbox me, or ask me here...

Verse 1:
CHORUS: The hate, the fortune, the myth
The legend, the child
For every time things been getting wild;
I reconcile my thoughts
Stabilize then patronize
And place truth before lies
My souls crying, but I keep
Walking cause my eyes keep
Stalking:

And once I sin my hearts
Barking 80 times per rhyme
Mind stimuli contacts the
Dorsal
The optic tract reminds the
Torso then bestows
Its intestines with lead injections
Chances of living lessen
Cries from the lungs to Jesus
For resurrection
A souls dying please come and save it
There’s no greater time when faith and death were
Adjacent
It’s a joke how the two work together
And begin lacing,
So tell us, will it make it
Dude just face it
Two parent cells multiply and add
None divide, but the younger one subtracts
Just lay down the facts
The elder was so fed up
Cause all it did was mess up
And began to get up
From its merciful downfalls
At where sound crawls
It stood up and danced around halls
From blood streams to where the
Eye served host for gleams of light
Mirroring in and out of clouds
Full of disruption
It had yellow and orange signs for
Construction
A new attitude now measured in latitude
But humbled down with gratitude

______________________
i try to practice my war like tactics, but in the clutch of your touch my armor just collapses - mighty mos def

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CHORUS:

And the road for the younger darkened
No bliss to ignite a spark when needed
But a hand succeeded to grip it from its
Waist
Moving thru distractions while his echoes
Chased
His perceptions mellowed down and faced
A wall that divided him and himself
His mind fails and his heart melts
A deep connection
With himself and why his lifes messing
With his head
And now he realized his thoughts
Fled from his mind and
His lifes only hanging from a thread
--All he’s saying was what do I do, what do I do now what do I do—
What he did was
Isolate himself from children
Cause all he was missing
Was how people used to listen
Conscience-smitten
It’s like his life gripped him
From his overshadowing pain
Then rearranged the
Foreshadowing mind game
To maintain a consistence
But, of course, he lived in between lines and
Jurisdictions
Still searching for answers
And why he advanced as
The problem cell
Maybe its cause the truth wasn’t brought up
That well
Well enough to know it like the back of your hand
And reprimand, then command
Misfortunes as if they were distortions
In a human body acting naughty
Just watch him slowly
As he begins moving potently
Remotely looking in circles
Wondering who’s out for dispersal
Then noticing that these thoughts were
Universal
But he fell short of his dreams
That hand, the elder cell, helped him understand
What connection means
Now he let out a shout, a scream
To let go, to let go of his supreme.

______________________
i try to practice my war like tactics, but in the clutch of your touch my armor just collapses - mighty mos def

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I am a man's man....
Molded in the image of man by men who...
Made sure my manhood shined....

My....
Father was Renaissance man....a man for the ages man whose...
Words would galvanize the meekest of men yet...
Most times barely managed a whisper....
This man...
Taught me manhood thru intent and gestures...
Aloof and conneccted...
My master...the paradox...
Left in my mind footsteps...
As deep as the Great Lake Michigan...
And maintains my manhood to this day...still....
Steel...

My....
Grandfather was a Southern man...
Man standing alone...orphan man....
Made his way thru life by....
Mustering the strength to fashion the ties to his manhood...
Brick by brick....a Mason...
He laid the foundation for a house full of men...
Who made merry in his providence....
My master....the maestro...
He made monuments along his road to meadows...
May they never fail to guide my way...
Magic....
Man....

My...
Brother was a man of his own...
Maverick Man....
Many a night my mother would pray maniacally for his manhood...
As....
He chased after minor moments that altered his mentality...he...
Taught me your road is a mighty as you make it...
Mystic...man...
Conjuring mayhem thru moes and money...
Then made his way back home aknew...
Makeshift....man...
His many modern adventures paved my way...
And made my roads easier to travel...

My....
Son is a mirror of the man who made him...
Mini me...
Little man manifesting multiple years beyond...
The miniscule amount he may currently claim to be his own...
Mother's...man...
He...
Made me manage my moments with his earth mother for...
In him I'd meet my match...
Staring back at his maker....
Trying to master the way he should treat his mate...
Miracle...man....
His messages meet me in the morning...
And making moments at midnight seeem to last an eternity...
Staring at my little man...
Making ammends with myself...

I am a man's man....
Molded in the image of man by men who...
Made sure my manhood shined....

vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv

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very nice.

My pops was a jazz man
Showed his vulnerbility through
Conviction of the blues...
And bee bopped his way through...
The day into night..
I think maybe one time in my life
I seen this man cry..
Some call it foolish pride..
Naw tears were to precious
And feel almost a waste when on
The outside
Wisdom like he traveled the world
Ten times over
But had been apprehended while
Watching tv on the sofa....
My pops is a preacher....
Old school rules
New school cool...
Taught me how to maintain...
I teach him how to play a fool....
Y'all this is my brother in the struggle
That happen to sowed his soul
In the birth of...me
I was given a chosen name
But without that last name
I would only stand symbolically
I got that mcdowell viligence and game
Attitude and temper like
This world owes me
And if it don't pay up
Imma make it feel my pain
And let it flood with the emotional rain
Of my people living in the last days..
I stand for you.
I give you who I am...
And welcome you as family mang.

~Complex with the creative content on a conquest with concepts and context as concrete as poetry
~Its real and ill when I be sitting still yet still rocking to my mental rhythme.
~Its just right when I write

http://www.myspace.com/decisive147

i hope you give that to your dad..

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

A question was posed and all arose
but none to the call

each one engulfed in gloating
and outshining one another
all the while evading

the answer

that lay on the tip of tongues
and harboured in minds and hearts

laughter, sadness and introspection
came as each articulated

hoping

to hear the truth
but also happy
to be in this false pretence

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www.cdbaby.com/cd/iko
"i created a record label just to release this artist,listen to the music and you'll understand why"

Men write notes to her music - revion

kinda hard to decipher what was never there to begin with
no tru male guidance for me to hone my craft
couldnt learn how to be a man from my mothers gay friends
im saying....
i dont disown or belittle anything ive learned from them
but i cant truly say i had that masculine teacher
am i soft tho?
to a degree with wifey and young seed
but catch Frak on the block with high socks and a hoodie
dont push me
ma dukes raised a barn burner
and shit dont stink unless you burn them bridges
i fought thru lectures and mental torture
held back so many tears that could keep southern cali wet for years
believe...i grew up quickly
saw drugs at its highest peak
and saw the downfall of a mother before she rebirthed herself
had needles playing acupuncture with her viens
hidden agenda top secret keep away from Frak
but the young kid was nosy
poked around and found a stash that would change the bond
close knit after the fact but before
was war
on all cylinders
head on collision endured counsling that wasted money
this was an in house thing
time breaded concieved an idea
ultimatum laid or lose a son before the end of the day
seriously
a prayer answered by daylight checked in
had to stay with auntie but could once breathe again
growing up to be a man so so young
missed alot of play time and the time i had to play
was more like bribes to keep a kid happy
didnt know it then but i can easily see it now
my shadow stalked me for years
i was never ashamed tho....never
just somewhat lost and confused
but as time pans out i realized and found out
a man is just that
a man
nothing more...nothing less
and a woman is just a woman
both beautiful in itself
together we create such beautiful life
weather it be gay straight or both ways involved
ive grown to appreciate what ive been blessed to have in my life
so you ask what does it take to be a man?
maybe you have to live in the next mans shoes to really see that




i just wanna say that this is a smooth topic to speak on cause it can go so many ways and to be able to read so many different directions and aspects on this is just a beautiful thing....cats is delivering some gems in this thread...peace.

fuck a sig!!!


why MiracleRic thinks me and him clic aight, here's the reason, u real with yours, i am once i bring my guard down, we both stupid as hell, we both got our talents, want a lot of the same things, like a lot of the same things, we both

now i noticed,
that a mans only weak sense
is once he starts speaking
because once he speaks...
he starts to love
and love only shows how strong you are
until a disruption lurks
Lurking makes a man weak
because of how angry a man can get
once he perceives his love as
affliction
and affliction keeps the switches flipping
its like how a man puts his finger on something,
but his omniscient point of view on the issue
is undecided
and when a man cant decipher,
he becomes frustrated,
which leads to a lower self esteem;
then adds up to a...
w-e-a-k
man.

--inspired by frak, nice piece you got up there man... damn...but its not really about you, i guess its about me and some other guys i know... eh

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i try to practice my war like tactics, but in the clutch of your touch my armor just collapses - mighty mos def

www.myspace.com/methodicaleddie

it takes a lot to be a man these days
i like to think i'm one,
but some would prolly say different
despite my twenty six years.

men, and yes i'm talking to you,
especially now,
we need to follow examples
but not just any examples

not the cats with the bling
not the rappers
not the ballers
we need our fathers
we need our grandfathers and great grandfathers
we need to know who we are
we need to know where the mistakes have already been made
we need to see how they managed the world
for if we see where they went wrong
we can see where we might go wrong
we can see how we want to be seen
we can allow our children to idolize daddy
and not Shaq or Kobe or Hov

when i look on the TV...all i see is
emasculation domination
we lettin TV portray us like we no longer matter
blacks whites latino's, everyone
all of us....suddenly were castrated on tv
and due to the lack of parenting
that's all our children see
and model
and then what?

this past weekend, i saw a 9 year old flip his father off at work. and what did the father do? he gave a very fake smile, looked around nervously to see if anyone saw (yeah i did) and gave a scared sort of chuckle as he told his child to not do it anymore. the child replied with not only the second hand gesture but a verbal reply of fuck you. at this point, i wanted to run over there, whip my belt off and smack some sense into the father, not the child. daddy lets son walk all over him, child grows up to be a controlling and domineering person who never handles the word "no" very well. no man taught that boy, neither of them.

annnnnnd this is how my dad taught me how to be more of an adult... despite my 15 years lol =D ...

but hey i got some ass beatings like woah lol and some verbal umm .. feedback *cough cough* on certain things that i have done in the past.

but hey, im growing older and more mature, and im learning...

that 9 year old kid should get his ass beat, by his mom.

______________________
i try to practice my war like tactics, but in the clutch of your touch my armor just collapses - mighty mos def

www.myspace.com/methodicaleddie

"when every man sticks up for each other" - my dad lol... but he was laughing after he said this so i dont know if he was serious or not.

______________________
i try to practice my war like tactics, but in the clutch of your touch my armor just collapses - mighty mos def

www.myspace.com/methodicaleddie

i'm not a man. but manhood for me means taking on the responsiblity to care.. accepting the other part to yourself and being content with it.. as being appreciated and noted for it,

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

Who am I?
Just another cat thats wrestling with his own
self worth in the world.

Because of years of a self imposed isolation from others
as well as myself.

At times inaquities aside from intimacy
keeps me from really lovin'my lady
freely like she needs to be.

See I could scribble words to page,
but for her to hear me say whatever i'm feeling
at any given is a chore.

Open communication is all they want.

Oh, less we forget...rigors of life
and how to deal. How you gotta have faith
to make it through your everyday,well...

I'm trying to find God, are you even there?
I'm really trying to find you.

I'm on my knees, sometimes with tears
like do you even hear me?

All I ever wanted was to provide for myself
and one day possibly a family.

Become the head of a household my ol'man never was
for me and my brother. Oh, how that would be the sweetest
of revenge.

But I know...I know, one has to be humble.
Speaking of which...

I put aside my apathy towards politics to actually vote.
I figured while I still have an address, I outta make
an attempt to get that little man out of office. Like it's
my last good deed before my ship goes down, y'know...

But alas, it served as a good analogy of my existence.
I tried something out and it didn't go my way.
Do I get mad and have a pissy fit?...just give up?

Or do I find strength from somewhere and push on,y'know...

Like alot dudes,
we never had that male role model to look up too.
Other than whats on the tube or the radio.

We gotta allow ourselves room to cry when if alone
and feeling overwhelmed by it all. Learn how to just hold
our lady or whoever for no other reason than just because.

I spoke of wrestling with my own worth earlier.
It's really with God who i'm wrestling with to unearth my worth.

He not only comforts, he confronts...

All those times you ask why is this happening. Why's that happening is us wrestling with Him.
You dont have real help until you have someone who will confront you about what needs to be changed in your life.

To challenge us to excellence.

We gotta get this right,fellas...

Shit, we are gettin'this right slowly but surely.

peace.

(chyeah.chyeah.chyeah.chyeah//cha.cha.cha.cha)

Love is a Sequel

My love is for you,
but I forget how to give it/
Tryin to be a man thats true,
and just doesn't talk it but lives it/

We run into problems when we dwelve into the past/
Insecurities in both of us how long will we last/

You say, I say, we'll try harder to keep the friendship real/
And do so by talking about what we know is the real/

What you need from me,
I also need from you/
the freedom of external communication,
if positive and honest should be recieved the same too/

These are sequels of loves evolution/
and by learning as you go/
we could have found a solution.

I was told the more things change,
the more they stay the same/
Your love has been our base,
since we first exchanged names/

Now were on this level,
and I can do the same/
But you scared to let go,
you have to share those reins/

My forever is just as equel as your forever/
and along the way we'll repeat the lesson that
will strengthin us forever, together/

Evolving as a couple soon to be complete,
Growing in our shadows learning living loves sequel..

Seed in Hand!

I M. Holla aka Real Talk

Just when I thought I was out.... They pull me back in....

If the nigga been grindin
he aint been to sleep all year!

UNtil

Prodding the floor
Hoping for questions to the answers
already drawn, embedded somewhere
in my head, falling off a shallow deep end
I besought myself to reach deeply with in
for until I could obtain that which was not
within, from within
He found me, before I knew Him
He was what it took to deliver me from my bondage
shrieks, cries and endless screams
Indeed I jumped up at the sight of the first
curvy thing that passed once I hit 13's watermark
For many more years to come
I would trudge along softly
At other times strongly
Hardcore mentality, soft spot body
Some said the sensitivity level stank to the high skies
above
..but what could I do other than
rescind everything and hold on to love
Recently I felt lost
Teary eyed, pretty much I died with her
but knowing she rose again
and dwells in a better place
indeed my sister is not only alive there
but in my heart as my cousin and best friend
..but what could I do other than
rescind everything and hold on to love
His Love that dwells in my heart
to love others as I love myself
I will Love
for I am born of Love
and Love is my nature
I am the nature of Love.

"Do to others what you would others have done unto you." - The Lord Jesus Christ

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yo, it's 2 in the mournin'
my feet hurtin', i be certain,
that imma fall asleep, sure thing,
immersing into linda, i'm finda bug,
in so much as my pen does touch, this paper,
wait naw, it's a screen, imma mess with the fader...
it's mad HARD to set, but i'm the creator of the architect,
forget matrix, i take this, to the next level, i set treble,
i bump bass, that starts earthquakes, then let settle,
my heartburn aches, and when march turn april, imma be
a litergy, with energy, fuck the anarchy, i'm like a panal,
goin' through a channel, showin' you a satillite,
of a photo image rap, that is right, knowin' that, set aside,
my name or whether i'm justified, so i can subsidise,
some surprize, stupid people listen to the dumbest guys,
if i was eminem, then i could say "bitch," and be publisized,
to the rich, see the stitch in ya pocket, that's a glitch,
wood? knock it, cuz on some lightening shit, i could shock it,
before you could say "groove," i could lock it,
i could make you feel in the midst of a mosh pit,
stay away, i'm toxic,
pray to say to vadar, that lata, "i'm afraid of the "gator," "alli-" gation,"
then you file a case ta, eventually face me,
look, me face u? i got the time, but it would be a waste to,
use it, i'll bake you, you lose it, i'll eat you and taste you,
and treat ya like a piece a pizza if i ever meet ya,
what you take me for, a fake g, a robert blake b?
that's a mistake, see? eat fake mc's like a pastry,
say a peep, i'll lay a sheet, of paper, and have you pay a fee,
like they say at KFC, but whatever, it's 3:15, after this Imma stay asleep.


just some stream of conciousness freestyle stuff. Thoughts and opinions are be appreciated. peace yall...

http://www.soundclick.com/bands/6/keys1music.htm

keys1..

what a disappointment, barely any of the guys even participated in this... oh well, theres always next year.

______________________
i try to practice my war like tactics, but in the clutch of your touch my armor just collapses - mighty mos def

www.myspace.com/methodicaleddie

The esoteric being

perceived weak by peers
for his gift with words

and his ability to excude
honesty and purity
all the while captivating and
enticing through simple conversations

the curious nature of his mind
and the depth of his eyes
say more than his words can convey
and he knows that

so he keeps quiet
even when he shouldn't
and they keep on letting him
get by with it

until the bubble bursts
and it's time to retrace
the evolution of their relations
to find the breaking point and it's cause

the ammends he makes with his faults and decisions
the power to see the bigger picture in every situation
striping down (his) emotions to their bare essentials
and connecting them to whatever is happening around him at

the time...

to be continued...(someday)

******************************************
www.cdbaby.com/cd/iko
"i created a record label just to release this artist,listen to the music and you'll understand why"

Men write notes to her music - revion

its naked and poetic.

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

title: I'm just like you

i can live my life
thinking i'm better than you
but still have your voice


title: birthright

earth receives my seed
love rain plays heartbeats on land
and i become man

title: manhood

sun silences sight
while night awakens the day
i'm still on my own

title: love

i don't want to breathe
i inhale death when you leave
i live in our love

title: experience

birds can sing sweet songs
minds can play redemption songs
i prefer to play

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lil poem:
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mindsight's my blindsight when i fight what's right at my bedside
seems i'm always the runner
the prey deflecting love by my blind pride
why do lovesongs that matter come from men who have gone blind?
maybe it's the things i see that has me treaddin dreadin
happiness on the loveline
or maybe it's the things i hear that has me balancing on wires
awaiting a shake to make or break my spine
my thoughts and my fears were aligned
sabotaged goodness for comfort even had my shine outshined and now
i've got love... on my mind...
loneliness was a farsight i never perceived would matter in my lifetime
and now as i dine alone i can feel signs
of a love waiting to erupt, be abrupt abort the corrupt and make love to lyrical thought and hormonal flow...

i'm saying that now is the time i need to love
but my soulmates a blindsight to my eyesight so i fight
every soul that physically kisses my heart and comes inside
but i yearn love more than breathe i seek life beyond living in death
i'm talking individual freedom from ancestral debts
giving up the superficial power found in senseless bets
cuz now
i'm ready
to breathe a love beyond my experience of the ones who left
or the ones i sent away because i had nothing left

i'm ready for u now sista
more than my body craves sustenance

because now, living is no longer worth living
if i live in the hopes of circumstance

come, let me see who i am with you
because without you

i can't be

a man...

signed,

man in search of true self = 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

that first piece really caught me.. thanks. its true to life. course you know it already.. i don't know if that's a good or bad thing for you ..

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

sometimes i'm just like my father.

i'll admit it.

there's so much expectation swirling around my manhood.

by legal definition, i've been a man for 6 years. the whole time there's been this silent trepidation bubbling inside of me, becoming more angry as time passes.

i'll be fair in saying that the expectation that consumes me isn't totally external; i'm a natural at demanding so much of myself.

but i'm scared, truth be told.

i'm scared of failing at this man stuff.

i come from a household that's very gender role oriented. it's a patriarchy, in the most non-negative way i could possibly mean that.

my dad is very man-of-the-house. sits at the head of the table at dinner, pays all the bills, was the disciplinarian growing up, was the oldest son and father figure for his brothers and sisters while his father was serving in the navy.

he works 7 days a week, 11pm to 7am, runs a tight ship, handles his business, has been married since he was 22 and has been raising children since he was 23. 5 kids, 1 wife, 1 marriage, no divorces, a house with one on the way, an upstanding part of the community, works on peoples cars; he could fix the word broke.

i'm the first son.

born in to the lap of expectation... the first grandson on that side of the family; his mother is about as classic and hard&fast traditional as a southern woman turned military wife in the big city will be. it's bled through to all of her children.

i guess i can charge his father's lack of presence when he was younger, and his mother's heavy handed childrearing procedures, as the culprit in making him who he is now. as much as made of the purported connection between father and 1st born son, it was painfully absent between us. i grew not really knowing, and being largely scared of my dad.

the only way he knew to get results from his kids was to resort to corporal punishment. it was never drastic. i never wanted to call child services on him. but that's basically how i knew him; how i referred to him in my mind. he was the punisher, i could hear him coming up the steps to the third floor, tattered belt in hand, belt buckle clinking like a tiny bell tolling the countdown to my bare thighs.

time passes, i get older, eventually i'm just taller than he, quicker with the wit than he, and much less of a shit taker than a drama maker than ever before.

we beef.

we butt heads.

he kicks me out at one point.

my mom stepped in and made a case for my continued presence... but that moment changed everything.

that year, 2001, i was given a gritty glimpse of reality. since then... i've been scared, man. i can't even front, because as each moment passes, i'm staring my manhood, in all it's amorphous glory, dead in the face.

i can't help but wonder exactly what i'm looking at.

booksmart niggas and the college-borne intelligentsia refuse to define a man by his accomplishments. some deny manhood as even existing. but, how can you challenge a man that's earned every breath he's taken?

how can you challenge him when he's earned it for his children?

when he's supported 7 people substantially throught crack epidemics and low paying jobs and recessions from war and his own fears that nip at his feet everytime he climbs in the bed and cuts the lights off?

my brother and i talked... we were teammates through much of our childhood, us being just 3 years apart. he had to move back home recently because of basically failing at living alone. when he came back, we talked about responsibility, and the proper care of such.

we both had to take a moment out of our discussion and big up dad.

but like, where does that leave me?

i'm 24. i'm broke. i'm in love, but i couldn't marry this woman right now even if she said yes. i'm wandering through life.

how would i handle kids? for all the good my dad's done, even HE'S arguably failed, in some respects, regarding that. who am i? i can't even handle myself.

i'm bent on this music nonsense... i be losing and finding my religion... i know i'm only 24, but as time passes, it's like, how long can you ride that excuse?

worldly possessions ain't nothing, really.

and i don't think i'm a failure already at being a man, as much as i'm unsure about how to fulfill that title.

i wanna give my kids the best. i wanna give my son the illest model to follow. i wanna give my lady/wife somebody she can trust, somebody she can love and rely on.

i wanna give my dad someone he can be proud of.

i think i could be all of the aforementioned. maybe i am. but i wanna go at it harder. i wanna BE something.

sometimes i'm just like my father.

ain't never satisfied.

i'm late, but i hope this added/adds to the dialectic.

niggas, if your dad held you down, take something from that. you know how hard it is to wear your own hat, day in and day out. it gets exponentially hard when you are rocking hats for a family.

one.

_

shakin your block with a 6 million dollar bop

_

www.davidevanmcdowell.com

i love it.

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it all. growing up. becoming so much like the parent we have always disliked so many aspeacts of... life isn't choosey... it has its ways of showing us shit way before we are wise enough to see it.

u got time. just make it worthwhile, and i'm sure u'll end up satisfying everyone u come into contact with, including urself.



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life when
loving yourself
.

!

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my convenant

with that which is unseen

yet bearing my legacy, already written
deep within you

-all that i am will be yours
i am scuplted and shaped by the thought of you

i've already begun my deconstruction and rebuilding
hoping to erect your haven
within this frail structure of self

if only i could prepare you
for the crush of your preconcieved expectancy
it's waiting to taste your blood

crouching at the edge of your mistakes even before you make them
shadowing your regal stride
hungry for your missteps

because we are predestined to fall-

but
in this, my solemn swearing
to be your foundation

before & after they try to break you
relentlessly sacrificing you to their paper gods
branding you with calloused remnants of your struggle to stay alive

i love you

((para o menino do bebê))

_

shakin your block with a 6 million dollar bop

_

www.davidevanmcdowell.com

i've already begun my deconstruction and rebuilding
hoping to erect your haven
within this frail structure of self

if only i could prepare you
for the crush of your preconcieved expectancy
it's waiting to taste your blood

crouching at the edge of your mistakes even before you make them
shadowing your regal stride
hungry for your missteps

because we are predestined to fall-

but
in this, my solemn swearing
to be your foundation

before & after they try to break you
relentlessly sacrificing you to their paper gods
branding you with calloused remnants of your struggle to stay alive

i love you

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

i wanted to write something about my brother thats lookin at 10 years now on fed charges, but i couldnt get it out. i havent been albe to get anything out lately. so i'll leave ya'll wit something from my "Cry you rivers" series. hope this is good enough.


sometimes my greatest pastime was to ask why you wasnt here
and a night when your joy would get the best of you was my greatest fear,
til i felt it was almost natural for it to happen,
like tha odds had set it self,
my greatest worry was why she cried before and after you was there
and hearing you call me stupid all the time,
how hating you became a neccessity
and loving you became a crime,
it wasnt like i didnt do enough,
you just didnt do anything,
there was just enough peace as there was in that house than there is wit us now,
just enough courage too small to roar beacuse of the blood in my mouth,
how could you make her your pisspool
and used her when you wanted to
or even a sperm cup
where i sat and grew for nine months,
pretty much, 16 years without your influence,
i fell for empty promises and invisble shoulders and still called you my father,
but they say living in the past will get you nowhere in the future,
so when your liver collasped and my mother wanted me to see you,
me loving you was a thing in the past,
didnt feel right goin back to it,
life is tough
and i guess what you was givin me was tough love,
but it didnt get tha job done,
made you more simple than tha way you created me,
i am stupid and ignorant if i state again that you are no longer apart of me,
but sometimes it's better to swallow that perspective than sayin i love you,
but i do,
i never say it, but i do,
and i was wondering if i could cry you rivers

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

Like I told blaksilence -- You and he were complimentary enough to grace us with your presence on the "Ladies Collabo" thread -- So allow me to grace YOUR work with a *soul clap* & heartfelt head tap to the brain -- *smiles*

I would think that this subject regarding your Dad would be just as painful as your brother's situation -- (But maybe not) -- *shruggs*

In any case, I felt a slight remorse & regret behind your words here, and yet it's therapeutic & good to get them out -- So I hope you feel better! -- ;^)

You've come a long way "young man" -- And I'm so very proud of you! -- *Best of Luck* in all future endeavors -- *luv & huggs*

A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence --
I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥

http://www.soundclick.com/bands/2/photosynthesis_music.htm

I'm going to leave this up until Sunday (to give ya'll a full month, like the ladies had).

In the meantime, start thinking up your o.p.p.'s so you can add them to the December thread, which will start in about .... oh ... ten minutes!


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My first chapbook: "This Chapbook Was Made With Pilfered Office Products" available now - $6.00

My 2nd chapbook, coming in 2007: "Orgasms and Ice Cream"

fmi: http://www.myspace.com/delrica

To see thought being provoked along these lines, by a female, is bordering "biblical" to me, in terms of, what the Proverbs depict in real women...I don't mind "laudably applauding thee" at all...


Three things helped me understand what being a man is

-Accepting and Realizing when one of 'those' that I Lead or take care of, might have a "better idea" than me

-Accepting and Realizing that MISFORTUNE sometimes equips an individual with the best-tools to solve a problem or supply a solution.

-Using "Godly" superiority to combat and extinguish potentially the Greatest Crime in the history of Mankind: Powerful White-Racism.

...just truth-storied in true stories...


Naw, I ain’t here to save a World, thats Jesus’ task
I’m just adhering to The WORD, by positioning me last
and It’s a stiffening-task! Did I add…it strengthens the calves?
having “tip-toe” facts past BUSH-Twisted math??

To say "PLEASE!!!" When 'Corn-Huskered' me that plea
Then say, “Please, bring ya best trial team to plead!”
Who peeped me keep a cheap racist-Court deplete
But I couldn’t see…wheelchairs ARE HARD on (Armani)pants’ pleats!

Dreamed I hung-out with Jesus, but couldn’t see his face!
IT was so vivid...I woke to tears down this face!
Displaced & wrongly imprisoned…ohhh--—but not disgraced
Since They’re “EFFECTS of Racism” victimizing 'this' Race

So I woke up inmates…who heard that constant scratching
of Me Up, very late at-night pencil just, ACTIN' (a fool)!
On Judges, Prosecutors, Congress…MC’s
No one’s Exempt…if I’m lyrically taxing ‘em----see!
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(HOOK)
Nosotros te llavamos hacia el cielo
Del deseo escupir ese fuego
Protegida del lago de fuego

(she said) We’ll never retire from takin you Higher
from desire to spit that ‘fire’
Until y’all safe from the LAKE Of FIRE
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When my wisdom birthing, refer to ~self~ in “3rd Person”
To exploit worthless hating-A$$ quirks' real purpose!
So…now when suffering INJUSTICE: blaXXX don’t even Blink!
Thanx to NO CONCERN for nushin’ that heathens think!

I always suffered setbacks, Prison-staffs muzzled me
Cause ”vs. The State”…I kept them dam boxing-gloves on me!
See, racist Judge was stuck on annihilating me!
WE COUNTED 16 CIVIL-RIGHTS VIOLATIONS, B!!!!!

Good-Lord pacing me, so I wait...patiently
On Xenophobia, that makes this nation weak!
Just wait you’ll see, when time...dismisses
Racist-cops exposed by Nebraska’s Crime Commission

Stop-Tracker Statistics 'hi-beam' and find Hate
Since Racial-Profiling Act of 19-nine-8
Now…being ‘this’ dark makes YOU mad while I admit I’m so glad
IF my skin gets lighter…I’ll commit suicide!!!
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(HOOK)
Nosotros te llavamos hacia el cielo
Del deseo escupir ese fuego
Protegida del lago de fuego

(she said) We’ll never retire from takin you Higher
from desire to spit that ‘fire’
Until y’all safe from the LAKE Of FIRE
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I stepped on teeth of LIFE’s 'Rake' many times my friend
It fly-straight up...hit me in the face again & again
COULD NOT FORGIVE YOU HATERS---—used to be my sin!!!
It came from me being 'The BEST' but never allowed to win

Ya secretly-swirled and unfurled hate, found 'Black Pearl'
But I stay full of DIRECTION while ya curl ‘round LOST World
STILL gave these “games” my all, God know that’s true fact
Didn’t want my fame in ya Halls, huh? Skin too black!

Now...whether wrongly imprisoned or...‘free’ as a prism
With precision...I bring it!!...to Xenophobia’s derision!
Just fearing no man since, my stunning reward
That GLORY!! When my eyes peeped the coming of The LORD

I Found that Mountain’s TOP…when yall left me hungry & starvin’
Saw...Dr. King, 2PAC, JFK, and Marvin
We’re just waiting for Jesus’ to return for everybody
To outfit the dead & the Living…in our "new" heavenly bodies!!

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blaXXX' breviaries: 2005---And we coulda saved more...if they ONLY KNEW they were Slaves
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but i had to.

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the letters are sent out at least
once a week- don’t want you
to think i’ve forgotten about
u- you’ve commented on the
pictures this time.
i’ve changed my hair
that look is different
and my, my , my
i’m getting to be more like jackie everyday-
boots and sweat pants
tuna fish and iced tea mix
can’t send up cereal anymore
u only got half as much as last time-
sorry hamzah,
we just don’t have it this month.
i’m doing the best i can
raising your children
& no, i haven’t heard from jackie.

the letters come back always
scented and neat- i hope this letter finds
you in the best of health and happiness- & u go
on & on & on about
the guards
and the brothers
and the dhikr beads
they tried to take away from you.
& how are the kids
you know it’s hard
being the oldest
w/ that much responsibility.
you will get out & find her some help
but jackie just don’t want it
try to do the best you can do-
i know your struggling-
but i need money for some
stamps and cigarettes
i started smoking again
this time is getting to me.

& here is a poem
until the next time
i know you don’t like
to come up- but, i miss
seeing you.
-so i send more pictures
some of the children
w/ news of 48th street
miss deenie died
and so did catfish
spidey went up north.

the next letter is short
an attempt at grief
you’ve known miss deenie since you were a boy-
but then a change of subject
Tekima you’re getting older
nothing like you used to be.
head strong
and making points all the time
never willing to be wrong.
you’re only sixteen
and i’m here to tell you
i love you so much
and that boy muhammad doesn’t.
i’d kill that boy
if i were home
but Hamzah-
i love him
i love him
i love him

so i give up on him
like i gave up on you
b/c im sixteen
and sweet dreams
aren’t returned by mail.

i decide to take that long ride
8 hours away
to see you for the Eid
the brothers have cooked
only wives and children allowed
& he’s bragged so much about me.

this is my oldest
she’s holding it down
raising her sisters and brothers
jackie should do better by them kids
i cant do much in here
but Tekima takes care of home.
so you invite me up
and i accept- pondering
what to wear to see my father.

8 hours up
the car is stuffy &
your wife talks on & on
he’ll be so happy to see you
you never come, and
he’s missed you since he’s been away-
try to smile
u always look so sad
& he loves those dimples of yours.

so, i sit silent
ignoring your wife
and her son in the backseat-
i hear you saying try to love them,
please be nice- but he’s not a brother to me

the breeze hits my face
and i trace your conviction to here,
first county
then downstate
mt mcgregor
clinton
and greene
your mother’s death
a drug conviction
and my dreams at just 16.

pockets are emptied
i take off my shoes
and kay is asked to remove her scarf-
but she’s muslim i say
so they sorta frown
and send her to the bathroom w/ a female guard.
we’re escorted through the snow;
the buzz of open doors ringing in my ear.
with each step fear springs up,
and i no longer want to see you.
but, there you are
such a great big man
Hamzah, they’ve cut off your dreads.
letters are realized as wives show off
babies and skirts are lifted to soothe sentences
and i choke down hatred- i can’t believe you
made me come to this place.
ALAMEEN!
the guard yells, and you turn around
with an air of formality and shame.
the guard walks over and extends his arm-
he’s heard so much about me,
girl, u look just like your daddy
he’s really shaping up
took some classes
and got a certificate
he’ll be useful when he gets home.

my eyes are lowered
can’t look in his face
Hamzah what have they done to you.
cut off your dreads
gave you a class
and made you useful to me.

but
i love you
love you
love you
just the way you used to be.

i love you
love you
needing some stamps
and a pack of newports
and sending poems for me.

i love you
love you
i love you
love you
when you were a man to me.

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

ima be back to re read.

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shakin your block with a 6 million dollar bop

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www.davidevanmcdowell.com

that i am
for he that is
the greater part
of whose I am
I am a man
> a son
a husdand
> a father
a friend
> a lover
I am he that made me
and he that is being made
I am the essence of Creation
i exist in the sinews
of all that is human
the force of spirit
and mind
the embodiment
of total power
while i bask in the moment of
my own confinement
i am an addict
the lowest crawling thing
trapped in the enslavment of
our times the seemingly hopeless
lost generation of dereliction demoralastion
formed in the fashion of what has made me
I also rise from the tombs of this condition
raising the minds and hearts
of those burned beyond recognition
i am made of the waste and matter
of what has been disregarded and thrown away
a dispised fluid (SEMEN)
see men run
see men fall
see men laugh
see men cry
see men work
live the last rites
of what i am...see men
LOVE in every action
see it is to be a man
it is to BE...

ASIEM
"Kuun fiyah Kuun" Quran
(Be and it is)
" A writer takes his pen to write the words again that all in love is fair" Stevie Wonder
checkout these sites
http://4luvofpoetry.com
www.poetology.com

"keep pennin till the earth birth's your rightful seed then nurture it wit more ink..."
ASIEM
"Kuun fiyah Kuun" Quran
(Be and it is)
" A writer takes his pen to write the words again that all in love is fair" Stevie Wonder




www.myspace.com/asiem61

Was good to meet you yesterday man!

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Cop my stuff, mayne!

My first chapbook: "This Chapbook Was Made With Pilfered Office Products" available now - $6.00

My 2nd chapbook, coming in 2007: "Orgasms and Ice Cream"

fmi: http://www.myspace.com/delrica

hope i'm not being too trigger happy with this, but i thought i'd give my summation of the month's worth of work we just had.

i thought it went well. obviously could have been better. alot of the names i expected to see were no show, i didn't get something i felt ok with out until late in the game, some of the respondees seemed to miss the chosen topic's thrust - but all in all - i think there's promise with the project.

thanks everybody, for participation and checking. this was fun.

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shakin your block with a 6 million dollar bop

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www.davidevanmcdowell.com