Poetik

2010-09-27T20:20:00.000-07:00

they say i'ma nigga
pure and simple
a simple and pure nigga who is lazy and doesn't like the thought of work
to read...
to live...
i'd rather be whoo banging than trying to buy some land live comfortably
or...
I'm an Oreo... black on the outside and white on inside
even when the sky cried in 2005, my life was worth that of human feces
of dead bodies and unending tears
I'm just starting to getting it right man
ya understand
Got my latino homies reminding me everyday
i'm a slave that picks cotton and that they need a new pair of socks
old dixieland mental
and seth macfarland reminds that there are equal opportunity assholes walking
talking
breathing
seething in the pores
getting under the skin
tickling the sins that lied dormant as they grow hungry for more
worthless piece of...
shit colored monkey who won't amount to shit
excuse me as i vent
recompense of a wicked boy into a saved man who's back-slidden
my heart is hidden,but revealed truly to only one
and she know who she is
no kidding right now
but Mad homo in the hip hop industry
ask sidney starr he/she will tell u who laid the pipe
threw the yike
secretly wants to be a frisco dyke...
i'm sorry...
debra loved the ladies
just so happened we loved the same one ;-)
Alieus Sun out for no reason
cause its the writing season
i guess...

2009-02-09T21:23:00.000-08:00

been dead
been dead
no right said fred shit here cause it's unclear
so unclear
and the fear eats slowly knowing that the skin is hollow and numb
dum with no b
opened eyes but can't see
impersonal personally reaching inside chests to kick start still hearts
failed b4 the true start of the whatevers and whatnots
mims was hot 4 a minute and we jumped on the bandwagon
ass and nuts dragging
niccas can't get right
still soaked in the deep dark nite
dead
niccas been done got dead
4get what was said and believe in the truth and those who surround
and stop being so down dammit

2008-11-30T00:00:00.001-08:00

deep fears reside deep where the passion now hides
scared to offend,
but now i don't wanna die
i don't wanna die
die with the fact that my close friends think i'm just trying to get by
that i don't wanna even try
maybe i'm dead right now and don't even know it
walking dead that can't rest gentle in his soil made bed
where the worms seek to feast deep within old barren black skin drinking in old time sins
from emmit till to mr.cotten weary whom i clearly see is still far better than me
or rather i
but i won't die
i won't die
at the end the of the day
month
year
the tears are still seen clear my dear because i adhere to a long dead way of reasoning
though the seasons have changed and the pain is still on my brain niggaz still complain
i still complain
but the complaints fall on deaf ears and the tears go where there is no proper seasoning
seasons change, feelings change
but it seems like i remain the same
and really,honest to God, it's a damn shame
passion lies in my right hand
love in my left
poetry is in my soul
music is in my every breath
God is my creator
so what do i have to fear
fear is a weakness that i'm so familiar with that it makes me sick to my stomach
but not sick enough to run from it

2008-11-16T19:42:00.000-08:00

"Soothe Me Baby"

soothe me baby
soooothe me
soothe me with your kindness
because right now i'm feeling mindless without u here
without u near i feel like the husk of a man who can bearly stand, but i manage if only by the grace of God
and just the thought of seeing your smile again
your kiss is as intoxicating as the most potent gin and i'd gladly drink u in if only for the feeling that u help me to feel
and when the world starts to get me down
and the smile you put on my face inches into a frown
u start to soothe me baby
soooothe me
soothe me with your...
your....
beautiful spirit and the come hither stare
and wherever you are i so want to be there
because your smile is a smile that seems like it was born from the heavens
perfect like a 7
on a scale of 1 to 10 you're an 11
the angel of my dreams who keeps me pushing on
i long for the warmth of touch and the taste of your kiss
you're lingering in my heart so bad oh this caramel miss
she is like an immaculate piece of art born in flesh form standing
i'm so in awe that her presence is commanding
body built like a goddess, her every step in demanding
so when i start to see my skies start to grey
she shows me this smile born of the suns rays
she's soothes me baby
she soooothes me
soothes me with her...
her...
her beautiful brown eyes the likes of which seems to hold no sadness,
but you could lose yourself in them if you stared too long
she fills me up with a new type of love
the kind that feels right, that makes me feel like i belong
i think she was an angel in a previous life
because the love we have feels sanctified
i know in my heart that this love is true
i know it every time i look deep into her eyes
she helps me to be a better man
even if i'm not doing so well
makes me smile even when i don't want to
by telling me some outlandish tale
makes me cry,laugh,man-up and sing her name
and it's all done at the same time
just had to praise her for just loving me so
so i thought to immortalize her in this rhyme
so when i feel like i can't go on
she picks me up,dusts me off, and helps me to be strong
the woman just soothes me baby
sooothes me
she soothes me with her kindness
Lord you know her powerful loving is
soothing to me

:-)

2008-11-14T18:06:00.000-08:00

"a little benediction..."

i wait for my divine benediction
for it to rain on me like water in a shower
just to feel the love again
to be awash in the power

i wait for my quiet benediction
to speak louder to me in the most unbearable way
maybe i would still like pushing on
maybe my heart and mind wouldn't stray

don't know why i'm running
don't know why i can't stay
don't know who's coming
to claim me on judgement day
don't know if what lies for me is heaven
because me and my father haven't talked in so long
there's still a love for him in my heart
don't know if all i do is wrong
maybe i've crossed that line
turned into a habitual line stepper
don't know if i'll see my mom
or my grandmother though i have never met her

i wait for my benediction to come
though it seems like i won't get answer
this is my broken,often fun-filled,shattered life
but i don't really know what's the matter

2007-11-27T14:45:00.000-08:00

its been along time
amongst the hard rhymes and sexy dymes i 4got about u
nothing remains true
so nothing stays the same
im playing n a whole new ballgame that feels just like the same old same
so i try not 2 complain
and i just play my part n silence
defiance is n my name and with it brings a searing pain
then the rain pours
4 score and 7 years, many more tears and a bottle of beer
got so wrapped up n me i neglected u
neglected 2 the point that i 4got u and how u made me feel
i learned how 2 deal on my own
but 2 know avail, seems like i made own personal hell n these footsteps i walk
but i know if i stop walking i will surely die... so i choose 2 keep moving
many people on this earth dont kno my name and despite my faults and my shame u will kno it
cause ill continue 2 flow with it
hell gimme a chance and u will surely sing the shit
Cause im Vone aka...
and i can seem 2 do this shit all day
as long as i dont 4get about u
my words that bear an enigmatic meaning 2 have me seeing n2 my past future's or future's past
as long as i dont 4get

2006-12-06T12:02:00.000-08:00

remember me through my remembered flow, time will start 2 show that my complacent,adjacent mind has the rhyme 2 grow, i sowed the seed and never is there a want or need while others wallow in the greed the lord freed me from that habit
i was a silly rabbit who had bits of brilliance sprinkled on him and my resilience was that of a persistant naive bastard who walked up 2 sayaka chareese jones asked her "do u wanna b my girlfriend?" in a southern drawl
i'm quite southern y'all unforgiven plain simple quick 2 skeet on u like a ripened pimple my flow would pimp u like a pimp named slickback he'd tip his hat slap ya face and say how effin' gansta was that
born 2 rap,rhyme, and provide broken hopes and somber soliloquy, u may not admit, but i set'cha soul free because you'll remember me...
i'm from many days gone by but still i think of u ,thinkin of a truth and thinking of a truer brew, i move
nomadic asiatic bastard who once wanted 2 touch the cunt of sandy gavins niggaz stayed laughing but i was dead ass moved past ekeisha green 2 porn glaring on my t.v. screen lotion in hand
DAMN!!!!
and i'll remain T.M.I. till the die we die
I'LL HOLLA
2b cuntinued

2006-10-12T21:31:00.000-07:00

hey man check out the myspace page it's on the site now. i put some poems up there 2. and hopefully you'll b able 2 check out the pretty faces there. i'l holla back 4 realz!!!!!
LATERZ!!!!

2006-08-30T18:25:00.000-07:00

Set free a shackled mind so there are no feelings of being a runaway slave
who has become closed-minded with nowhere 2 go,
Set that what is left of a dead mind free and he greets the cemetary gates
2 let his poor body 2 lie as it may.

2006-08-26T16:04:00.000-07:00

We often speak on a wayward wind
on wayward sins and fairweather friends that grew tight from beginning 2 end
knocked back glasses like asses of tainted gin
my sin is not telling u i love u enough
not tellng u 2 go getcha stuff if u want it bad enough just because things got tough and out of the way
what i'm suppose 2 say is u can do anything as long as there is honor in your cause
because that would mean u r justified in my eyes
and i'll b you're no.1 cheerleader( minus the pom-poms and the uniform)
We often speak on a wayward dream
a dream that seems so farfetched at best you would only accomplish it with the favor of David, 2b blessed in a spiritual rest, but it's just a test 4 us
u c because you're in a spot where we always wanted 2b and that dream is quite visible so we all visualize and c
but baby don't 4get about ME!!!!
I never 4got the times about the rhymes that got thick like the grime in the dirtiest places when we all had dirty faces and dirt in places were even the Good Lord don't c but that's how shit b
Oh my niggamynervemyjellyjamperserve4real cause u my nigga and this just a small part of what brother(and sister)hood means 2 me...

2006-08-26T15:34:00.000-07:00

I send Thanx 2 my friends
thanx 4 bearing with me when i got down
thanx 4 keeping my head in the game when i was ready 2 give up
thanx 4 the mounds of advice
and just thanx 4 the unending love
I love you all from the bottom of my heart
thanx 4 not giving up on ya boy
holla

2006-08-23T19:13:00.000-07:00

Don't make the words personal, Hurts though, hurts some mo' when the flow won't grow 2 sow the seed,
So now there's a need 4 the weed and the greed that proceeds on contributin' 2 mass hysterical, lunatically lyrical, analytical, and damn-near viceral, jaw-droppin' words that were written 2b subliminal
Keep it 2 a minimal and don't make the words personal!
Life's mad pace moves at stop-n-go proportions, babies keep abortin' the things that are most important
contortion is used 4 spiritual love-life escortin' that of world views on love and it's simple distortion...
now life has been shortend.
Portions of sunshine in the mind can't find reason 2 rhyme while the Sign O' The Times is amoung one of the crimes, sittin' with fine white lines and broken spirits.
Feared shit 2 clear shit from the annul recesses, second guessed the best, so comes the test 2 a servant no rest believed stress was worry and worry was stress something weighs heavy upon the chest...
But don't make the words personal!!!
It hurts s'mo...
A toe tag's line on borderline insane brain games running away 2 remain mainstayed by a name change, seekin' a sugar-coated melody and dreams filled with cherry lotus blossoms and fairies who sing and dance...
Take that personally and you're GAY!!!
Confined in a comfort zone
Cramped, locked- up, and alone 2 atone 4 past sins on a throne that condoned the sale of all sales in tales that are passed down form his story 2 his story...
While the words remain simple and cute like that 2 dimples or digustin' and upchuckin' like that of new pimples or maybe hair-bubbles and troubles upon troubles double the pain and joy when the Good Lord touches u...
Because only then U see that of sacrafice and what the Son went through.
Made the words personal? True, but only 4 an example
Maps do chart a course as nature sits and tries not 2 fall short by the wayside so short of an attention span takin' drags of newports developin' lung cancer not knowin' the problem is not ressurected-ly corrected( it burns in the soul long before the lungs'll go I checked it) further inspected, times and eras are reflected in the lines on your face and the people that u have slept with...
So I check shit just so that this may be brought 2 an end my friend and I now leave on simple words that u can handle

(Get it? Example/Handle? Aww, who the heck needs ya!!!)

2006-08-23T18:12:00.000-07:00

How brave is the man that should pray for death?
lest he lives an unforgiven life
a life without hope or reason
one who has never tasted the sweetness of love
How brave is the man indeed that he has never smiled a smile of victory
even if the victory is minor
How brave is the man that should pray for death?
one who feels left by the wayside and tortured by the laughter of friends and family,
who he has accepted to hold near
Yet he was never to fit in...
Made to never be complacent while others fall right into their place in line...
Known to be an outcast,
A black sheep even to his own circle of comrades who tell him he is foolish and nothing more than a court jester,
a jester for the masses...
So how brave should he really be?
how brave is he who has faced death countless times only to pray for something that was not his from the beginning of conception,
before he was even a twinkle in his earthen creators' eyes
before love knew that of love...
How brave is this mortal?
How brave is this man?

2006-06-26T15:03:00.000-07:00

There was a girl that sang me a song once
while she was riding on top of me,
with her face resting on my shoulder
she sang there was no other place she'd rather b

She would speed up when the going got good
slow down 2 a crawl 2 make the situation better,
with my fingers gently caressing her back
she said make this feeling last like forever

I told her i'd give U eternity
and we'd be endless passionate energy unreal,
I'd b her D'angelo and she'd b my Angie Stone
then i wouldn't have 2 ask how does it feel

A young lady sang me a song once
it including my name and her crying some tears,
she never really missed her stride
but she was caught up in the emotions of all that she feared,

She sang a song that had no words
as she came closer 2 push me deeper inside,
the song became a whisper in my ear
but i think she said she was glad 2 b alive,

Take me away from my heartless man
cause he just doesn't love me like U,
he doesn't take the precious time with my body
not in the manner that u like 2,

u hide me securely away from the pain
u make me feel like i'm alive again,
U R the one who is in love with my soul
and it is u who should b my forever friend,

Truly it was a forbidden love affair
one that i would never forget indeed,
we supplied 2 each other our every want
we supplied 2 each other our every need,

But we went on for what feels like forever and a day
and she continued 2 sing me the lovely song,
because it was if it was my duty
2 take her where her soul belonged............

then some nigga bangin on my wall from next door said shut that muthafuckin noise up cause we was waking up his kids and that he had 2 b 2 at his 3rd job 4 4:30 that morning and if we didn't stop he was coming over 2 kick both our asses!

:-) I'm sorry i'm in a goofy mood 2day!NIGGAZ!!!!

2006-06-26T13:58:00.000-07:00

Dammit
damn shit and all other types of fukery, luckily i'm not in my right mind
so the words that i'm speaking u won't understand or maybe thats my plan 2 rant and rave b4 i reach the grave
graves where the old souls go for the flowers 2 grow
way back 2 days ago i was a ghost of a former self so with a lasting breath i fell...
in love that is, with this kid cause she said she'd love me long time
full on her body, yet so short of her mind and things were so sublime if only i were in my right mind, maybe i wouldnt have been so blind 2 follow the rhyme scheme
thighs cream, girl screams, and a can of whipped cream later, I'd foil every hater who i deemed greater than i 2 try 2 lay pipe like i
well muthafucka won't u try
i conceptualized my nights cries b4 they happened questioning the reasons y i keep rappin' tappin' on a water glass, ass dreamin' and smacking keep on attracting a rival faction cause they think i'm cute
FORSOOTH !!!!
yea, hey, verily and all that other bullshit that Shakespeare would utter
we spit of leavin muthafuckaz stanking under old covers while DMX like fucking dead niggaz with no rubbers
and I claim not 2b in MY right mind
back 2 the story i was fightin crime in a future time like an autobot who was ready 2 roll out i was caught in a challenge of the go-bots sprinkled with a little plastic man 4 flavor people prayed 2 a savior named lion-o when panthro was the nigga 2 count on words bond
while silverhawks graced the skies and jessica rabbit was a twinkle in my eye, i would fight king koopa with the mario bros. and chill with capt.n the game master
got a call on my 2-way radio from dick tracy, but we don't get down no mo cause he won't pay me, slayed me a couple of lizard men with conan, but i couldn't figure out what group of ghostbusters i belonged 2...
what was i talking bout again?
OH YEAAH!
i could go on and on 2 make this story more long or b like that boy beck who sung 2 a girl that he wanted 2 take her where her soul belonged, i'd still have the power 2 right all wrongs and still write all the old songs that r laying in the back of my head
yessir that's what i said cause my right frame of mind is screaming, "fuck u" while my left frame of mind is screaming,"fuck u 2 nigga!" and in the back of my mind he's saying,"Muthafucka, lets go get a peanut butter and hot gritz sandwich bitch!"
CHUUUUUURCH!!!!!!

2006-05-13T22:14:00.000-07:00

While I lay asleep not saying a peep
an angel creeped into my window whispered in a voice of one my long dead kinfolks
She spoke to me softly," Baby, U can't save the world."
Can't save the babygirls of the world 2 shower them with diamonds and pearls or maybe thats the problem cause i ain't rich
so we'll celebrate them by calling them the name BITCH and be at an eternal war of words
Instead of singin songs, we'll sing songs of automatic gunfire, constanly calling our fellow brothers liars and die trying 2 step over the next man just 2 reach the top
So I said," When will this madness stop?"
She just looked at me with eyes that have seen the death of a billion stars
as if she were analyzing my scars, reminding that I'm never 2 far from my own judgement
she's heavensent
and sometimes I feel like i should b complacent, but i can't
she holds my hand like my mom and says,"Baby U can't save this world."
If Martin had a dream then why can't we b in the places that we need 2 b because if God calls me then i'll b in a good position, tired of hoping and wishing for niggaz 2 stop pissing in the same water that we often drink from cause society calls us dumb, and people believe we'll kill ourselves before somebody else will
we kill for sport
we kill because patience is short and its pretty much the easy thing 2 do
we call ourselves easy,greasy,and shifty
and why does that piss me off more than the next man from the next clan because in some way, some how WE R ALL CONNECTED
so I begin 2 check shit and pretty much apologize for my course words
not like she hasn't heard the words...
she was probably there they were conceived
She stares at me with loving eyes that smile like the sun and yet they cry
She says,"Baby U can't save the world."
But I reply," Yeah momma, I know, but why can't I try?"

2006-05-07T23:21:00.000-07:00

we choose 2 lose & hold on 2 the blues instead of living life right
we choose 2 fight wrong while singin' the songs wrong when the power lies in a book 2 make us all strong...
but we refuse 2 read it...
believe it...
cause right now, on this day, I testify that I am one !
Without the guidance, teachings, and readings from this book I would have been long dead...
but the words have kept me, swept me, crept me into places where I was made 2 live & give everything that is me
See this turbulant journey's earned me the scars that are 2 far deep 4 u 2 see as 4 me I see them perfectly
the hurt in me comes out as love while most people use it 2 become thugz, bloodz & cripz letting the the blood slip, moving far from what love taught us
moving far from love love has brought us 2 drop us 2 drop us into one of the 9 rings...
7 things are deadly made & 10 things forged 2 b law on high, 10 things that are right 2 avoid wrong...
But yet we do wrong anyway

2006-05-05T12:22:00.000-07:00

It was written in stone that alone on a throne in the sky is where he'd b 2 oversee the being that is me or us, 2 cuss and fuss is not 4 us,but it is a must 2 live
A time 2 4give and give love freely and b merry
but the very thought of that is scary because its written in us 2 hereditarily b wary of everyone...including those we call kin
So the gin has become my friend until friends become friends again...til my heart can truly mend again, but then again when can we truly win again to become friends...
2 share love and hugs instead of war and death, with the taste of sulphur on our breath we step closer 2 giving our soul 2 the other and i won't dignify it by saying it's name
this game is a shame, hustle and bustle 4 the fame that remains 2 untamed, but yet we try 2 get it anyway hoping we can make a difference
but evil is persistant and sometimes we don't even try 2 stop it
we just let go of the wheel and wait 2 see what happens
Niggaz keep rapping 2 toes tapping and asses shaking, amongst the gun-clapping, Because we sing songs about wrong cause it's hard 2 see right that's why I write from nighttime 2 daylight because a revolutionary is born 2 fight trying 2 get from the darkness 2 see the light
cause when we're all happy he's happy...

2006-04-23T16:00:00.000-07:00

beautiful like in a mind's 3rd eye she is like a Mona Lisa smile wrapped in burnt caramel skin
she resembles a sleeping dream that wants 2 lay under me
giving me joy that i think i don't deserve,
She is word that is unforgettable that makes life joyful and liveable,
she carries on as a neo-queen
the likes of which cleopatra couldn't compare 2
she is true
she is a sleeping dream that wants 2 grab me and call me sweet
and in dreams is where we meet as bold lovers...
always in sleeping dreams

2006-02-13T23:11:00.000-08:00

momma told me 2 keep things simple
cause this life is a simple thing
let them niggaz talk about jewels
encrusted deep within pewter rings

keep things simple as a ray of sunshine
cause GOD made u one and the same
let them people do what they do
don't take part in the game

momma told me 2 keep things simple
even though she's dead and gone
but gone 4 over 10 years she has
but yet her name shall still live on

:-)

2006-02-13T22:37:00.000-08:00

fuck the bullshit u saying personally impersonal
baby i'll flirt with u make u into a better house wife
my life and yours set on a course that i c no end 2
i'm about 2 live so y can't u live with me stand here with me holding my hand doesn't offend me
but i'll become offended if u let go
let me know if u can't handle the neo-prophets rantings
panting cause i'm thirsty
yet u won't give me liquid 2 drink
my 3rd eye gives me 2 blinks b4 it's time 4 me 2 go
still wearing the stink of katrina waters
but u still keep sexing me
vexing me cause often at times i can't find u even with flashlight night vision
drowned in weed smoke and malt liquor still u keep whispering
fuck the bullshit u saying personally impersonal
don't make this shit here weird
let's b clear as i hold u near whisper more sweet lies 2 keep my eyes blind
2 facts that u thicka than a snicka and your body keeps calling me
even when fasting praying 4 an answer
u r like a cancer and feel like i'm the cure
even though i'm remain unsure
unpure
biting my earlobe u moan
fuck the bullshit u saying personally impersonal
just b here 2 stay deep inside me
let me ride thee
cause after all sweetness
it is valentine's day!

:-) do the get some dance

2005-11-21T16:30:00.000-08:00

I keep complaining that the words won't come
that i'll hold my nuts that I won't run
considered dumb when I sit by the way side, listening 2 the Pharcyde's
cant keep running awaaaaaaaaaay
so with my nuts in my hand I stay feeling like I don't stand 4 nuthin'
despite the prior events, I feel like somthing was taken from me
something precious and pure
yet I'm sure of the gaping hole in my soul where the blood water rolls on
and ancient african drum beats 2 long forgotten tribal songs ring ghostly everytime the wind blows by
asking the father of the sky why do i keep holding on 2 old pains
why can't i cry it out like the days gone by
it's not like I don't try but it seems like things have forced me 2 change
whether I wanted 2 or not
it's like my cozy spot wasn't suppose 2 get as cozy
that I was supposed 2 b a little more nosey went it came 2 my mind,body,and spirit
dealing with the same drama
dealing with the same shit
a stitch in time might have seemed fine when the rhyme felt more sublime than speaking the actual words
holding up my finger middles 2 the birds as if I was holding a pair of 6 shooters in both of my meatbeaters firing hot hostility like pair of seekers
me b the speaker, the thanker, and the the greeter while you just listen
If I'm writing in a new notebook or verbally addressing an audience with any mic I'm kissing
I give you my all
People call me a saintsinner and a beginner destined 2 never finish
they call me black judas 2 those who knew this
many a friendship has diminished
me being stubborn and all
but still i am the 1st 2 fall prey 2 those i deem stronger than me
when the Lord sees how and why does he keep loving, holding, and carrying me who am i 2 he
who am i 2 me
who am i 2 b when i get up in the morning 2 see a new day and my reflection because of recent events i really don't know myself anymore

:-)

2005-11-21T15:36:00.000-08:00

4 anyone that cares i'm still alive
went through some bullshit due 2 hurricane katrina
but i still live goddammit
it just wasn't my time to go
i say 2 my souljahs i apologize 4 the things that came at us sideways
i should have been stronger
but thank u 4 sticking it out with me anyhow
this is 4 anyone who gives a damn
4 anyone who cares

2005-07-17T08:00:00.000-07:00

"Young Atlas"

Young Atlas
a young man growing old trying to save the world's soul one baby at a time, one lady through his rhymes and all the lines that bow down in-between
Everything is obscene on the video screen as teams of writers come up with a scheme for something new to shame our creator
Not trying to be a hater
neither a martyr
While we worship Alize' and Cool Water colonges, I pray that these words are on point
Because this joint is about my life
My plights
My reason to fight
And if not for Curlie Mae, with the creator channeling through her, there would be no reason for me to write or sing
Young Atlas shall always do his thing bearing a cross the he doesn't need to bare
people mock him and stare, but if he could muster up enough reason to care, then he would share his feelings with his love
He then could take the chains wrapped around his heart and start living even though he's told he's set apart, but he's not driven to be a leader even though he wants to be...
To touch hands with the heathens and saints
Comfort those that wallow in the taint of inquity
To release these people who have fallen by the wayside and lost their stride, unable to get up again
He wants to be a holy soldier and all he wants is to be a friend
If we're troubled then our souls we could mend and keep ourselves uplifted until we are better
Then forever we'd pass it on to the next brother and to the next brother and to the next mother to birth creation
but mind and body must be patient
Soul must be willing because we'd be dealing with endless machinations of Lucifer through our skin,
We should strive for better things, but we should start from within
Young Atlas
Young Atlas
laid upon like a mattress in cheap motels oh the many stories he could tell of crap that wasn't meant for him to feel
So he steals time with his words to set his soul free and the anger in his flesh to be released so that his mind could be at peace and finally put this world down from his tired shoulders and start to live

:)

2005-07-14T09:00:00.000-07:00

Life shit

Temptation is a true sensation that I feel on an everyday basis
It traps me in this stasis field that feels almost 2 real 2 feel on my darkend skin
I pleases me like some tainted gin making me forget pasts sins that I committed when I can remember when
Then comes out my mouth that I am a child of down south values like the fakers, posers, & crazy fools
I've been used as tool 4 most of my life as in the essence of right & 2 shine in the glory & light of something greater than myself
As I take my steps & as I fight 4 breaths ,my thought process becomes inept as this brokenheart becomes prepped 4 the real world
Obsessed with all types of girls & women,making the transition from girls 2 women and where my mind is living, life keeps giving me...
Giving me the blues,
Giving me the fools that keep me on my toes,
Giving me these hella -flows with these broken hoes with open-toed shoes & bad breath
So I watch my step as a voice tells me 2 get ready 2 enjoy the ride

:)

2005-07-14T08:40:00.000-07:00

Southern Ramblin's

I cuss and fuss until my heart can trust this rush of true emotions it's like the oceans of the 7 just like it(oceans of emotions get it?)
I can say shit as soon as I can buy shit almost like I might try this upon the clearing of my head
Speaking of what I said 2 what I mean
Oh how I crave 2 b on the scene in a place called New Orleans something fierce like a triple double
lost in this world with a mind full of trouble
Often confused with a child who has been abused & whose heart has been misused over & over
I shoulder the name of Mr. Dobermayne as my niggaz laugh at my pain it's chillin' 2 my bones like I was in the pouring rain
It often makes my soul feel spent as I make a recompense on this sheet of paper in this book
My outlook on life is far from being right as I have begun my fight with the angels and the demons who are at war
I begin 2 explore the parts of my soul that hold my very being together
wish I could b at peace forever, but that's something inside my dreams, something inside my schemes that never seem 2 work out
I may scream & shout
whine & moan
sometimes I may feel so alone 2 the point that it starts 2 affect my bones, but being a bitch ain't what I'm about

:) one

2005-07-12T08:47:00.000-07:00

If I could only get the visions of ass out of my head long enough I could tell U my tale
a tale that I have told both the young and old in cold weather & even sunshine
U know I'm lying 'cause my dick keep jumping, U know, 'cause I like humping on something fierce
As my supplications pierce the inner U, the inner truth hurts worst than a 12 round burst from an AK-47
And even if I make it 2 heaven, it may still burn my angelic flesh, interrupt my earthen rest causing stress amoung the planet and stars
How bizzarre is it when someone says that shit! It comes from a rattled mind that just won't quit shit maybe one it'll all b better
Scratch that, because never will I see the day when things will start 2 play my way & my heart won't begin 2 stray & betray the essence of it's creator

:)that's it! Hope u understood it!

2005-07-07T10:38:00.000-07:00

I am chosen 2 be spoken word
had you heard of a "greatdayinthemorning" You'd be blind like Steveland Morris, but perceptive with your blind eyes seeing clear
holding fears in the palms of your hands like rose petals kissed softly by the morning dew
I'm asking you not one thing, but I tell you things to see what comes about
What awakend thought brings
2 b conscious 2 many ideas brimming 10- fold cold & calculating, marinating with good intentions
paying attention 2 the dimensions giving slack 2 where there is tension
I mention not my father & his son, the martyr to whom I owe so much, but I am unable 2 repay
STAY
Be still & be real 2 yourself & 2 those who are in your circle and even though you love them, they'll hurt you
even though they surround you, they'll desert you and you must be strong
Your faith must b long & tested like the hardest metal & your courage up 2 par by far
English man running with an american accent & black skin like an african
the souls of my kin no longer watch over me 'cause we've moved 2 far from the old teachings

:) go b a role model 2 someone 2day

2005-07-07T10:10:00.000-07:00

"Like Laryn told me..."Or "I just wantchu around"

Foolish when sleepy
cold, cold words creep meeasily when my guard is down
I just wantchu around
around my nether regiions, lips around my pleasure regions 'cause I need pleasing
unceasing and unending
quality time spent spending time in your lover's embrace
having your eyes memorizing every inch of your lover's face
Bliss in the kiss & passion no longer a distraction, but a driving force for the course of action
There is an askin' for touching for seduction & soft rubbin'
No, we're not clubbin', we're staying at home
while we're listening to Luther Vandross, I'm listening to to you moan
I just wantchu around
You say that I'ma clown with my words,with my mouth and tongue
I speak into existence my daughter and my son
Blessed be the child that's got his own home, car, & family just because it's meant to be
But you obviously mean something to me 'cause I see us together eventhough you're so far away
I hope I don't hurt you & never would I desert you
I'll hold you down
Because... I just wanthu around

:) Luv 1, Luv all

2005-07-07T08:36:00.000-07:00

"ruby red"

ruby red lips
fantasizing about her her beautiful ruby red lips
thinking about her hips & everything inbetween
she treats me so mean
don't wanna let me love her or touch her or letting me taste her lips
taste her kiss
She's scared 4 me 2 b inside her
or 4 me 2 lay beside her
4 me 2 even touch her hand,as I understand, is something of taboo
she is my truth
she's my forever constant
but she's not in love with me
not any more
I haunt her like a ghost that peeks in through the shadows
she usta moan when I stroked her with my eyes
we realize that this would b our last time being as one
naked bodies burning together being caressed by the sun
lost in one lonely act of a love
before the one soul becomes 2 souls that seperate with but a glance and take off 2 start brand new lives
But nobody ever says it's easy

:)holla!!!

2005-07-06T07:48:00.000-07:00

"I gotta get free 2 times"

I'm feeling like crap right now and people keep askin' me how can I be the way that I be
2 see the fucked-up shit that I often see
I gotta get free 2 times 2 ride into the sun
Clinically down and depressed
stressed, but so blessed I should be dancing on rays of sunshine
who cares if some chick won't love me, hug me, and fuck me...
'cause she never loved me so why should anyone?
Girls wanna tell me 2 come in
come in
Cum into this den of sin
partake until your back breaks, until the sweat is raked from forehead 2 back scratched like
the fever of the 7 year itch
There's a twitch in the eye of society while questions of my sobriety still loom
It consumes me
yet I still gotta get free 2 times 2 ride into the sun
New stories have begun while the old ones have died
Though the old ways in the old days were implied
In these days the ways are no longer tried
Tell me what went wrong Martin, Malcom, and Stokley?
'Cause shit back in tha day black was the race 2 be, now I can't see where everything went wrong
From our scholars 2 our love songs
Blatant sexual content that comes across as nonsense, but forgive me my creator for I pass unjust judgement
young ladies speaking of their "goodies" and strange hands in "gucci bags" with black queens comfortable being old hags
It's unjust judgement
yet my heart plummets something could never understand
Peace we wanna teach, but pain and chaos are things we preach instead of love
More glorified thugz and midnight strippers and it's more than the bumps in tha night that'll getcha
That'll hitcha when backs are turned tryin' 2 score score some new ass
I'm set apart in the old class as the new school acts a fool and proceeds on into ruination
screwing a whole fucking nation of babies having babies that's having babies
MAN, THIS SHIT HERE IS CRAZY!!!!!!
But it's all in tha way u see 'cause...
I just gotta get free 2 times...
Just 2 ride into the sun

:) ONE LOVE!

2005-07-06T07:20:00.000-07:00

Crazy intangible
Full-fledge mandible and demandable speakings
shit is leaking from outside the outsides of man
No longer with my clan
cause my peers are drinking beers until the human computer is useless,hazy and unclear
my fears are blown in the wind
My mind wants to rewind again and again and again 2 when friends were there in the end and family was tight like glue
Back 2 the old days when love was true like Converse canvas sneakers running up and down concrete basketball courts
jumping jacks in P.E. shorts with army boots on
I'm just trying 2 find a place in which I do belong
A place where good lovin' is abundantly strong and it's long like the eyes try 2 see and her thong is the only thing that coould keep her away from me
We'd fuss and cuss, but love is just...
Pure and Whole
for the mind,body,and soul
Soothing like r&b, gruff like rock-n-roll, but I would have a little peace and the bad voices in my head would cease and the bad choices I've made would no longer sit in the creases of of my brain

:) peace!!!

2005-06-28T06:54:00.000-07:00

"A Spiritual Observation"

Is it nessecary to be so scary under pressure
under the weather, whether things are good or bad
hot or cold
able to roll with the souls where human mind's dare not capture in visions of a dream's eye
to tell sighs from the size of giants who lived in biblical times or to complicate a children's rhymes with the very thought of thinking
3rd eyes blinking
telling I to keep things simple
more metaphysical like heavenly dimples on the face of one who is chosen holding no grudges not even against death, not even against self or any last steps that one might take
He or She is one who knows heartache and has become one with the consequences that have been made
has laid in situations that one should not have laid and got comfortable in, knows all about sins past and present, so quick to present them as scars against him and his creator
his maker
his very source of life and existence
with the persistance of sin the human condition comes in and thus Lucifer keeps us pinned against crosses of damnation fire and razor thorn bushes that penetrate leaving gashes as the life liquid gushes leaving him and us batterd, bruised, and weak
we can't bear the cross so we speak, but there is that human condition that we leak into the the tainted air clouding minds with have nots and can't haves
saying things to make the devil laugh while we suffer in pools of molten depression
When we should keep heads uplifted and body filled with holy spirits and positive energy
synchronized synergy makes the world a better place to live in...

Selah