rhymes revisited

Mesmerized by his eyes
the way they follow me when i walk by
When he tells me that I
am the future that he envisioned
When he sees in me the beauty of long forgotten African queens
When he says i took away the sighs
and exclaims at how the span of my thighs
makes him sigh
in relief
that somehow, he gets to come home to me
His support system when he was going thru that grief
When he states that I, in my offering of comfort and solace
offered him the opportunity
for
Release
Fell in love with his tongue
and no
not the way u may think
I fell in love with his wordplay before his foreplay
entranced by the spells he'd cast
with the words he'd say
things like
"your image is indelibly burned into my mind" as he smiles
seeing me naked for the very first time
held me close as i cried
whispers of "i love u. it'll be alright", when my grandfather died
In his eyes i find the fountain of youth
in his charming way says i get better with each day
"like a bottle of chardonnay?" i ask
no he laughs as he takes me to task
and clasps my hands in his
as his eyes find mine
"more like
every day i can imagine
spending one more eternity
multiplied eternally
in your embrace"
"like every moment past is one less moment we have to share
so i wanna make them last"
as he proceeds to
kiss
my
face
cherishing every curve
every line
as i stare into his eyes

mesmerized



NEXT


come thru kickin lines extra potent
shit i'm invincible
rendered
invisible
competition can't see me like that 'blue magic'
100 percent pure got them foamin at the mouth like a crack addict waiting outside Betty Ford tryna beat that drug habit
flooding the streets like the second coming of God
episode two switched it up so it's...
Diana's Ark
and guess i'd be remiss if i aint warnem before i scornem
so my tablets
they prophecied my wrath before i even stepped onto this metaphysical plane
and
before my molecules could rearrange from ashes of greats and musings of the slain
it was written
She will descend upon this earth, a prophetess
upon her left shoulder bearing the mark of the phoenix
beware for her wrath descends upon the heads of her foe like swarms of locusts
it shall be done
so it is written

THE RANDOM


bought new shoes the other day
i really do need to stop buyin shoes. i dont go no damn where. Them shits are just sitting in the closet.

i have a keyboard, saxaphone, and bass guitar in my room. They've all been here for years. I have yet to master any of them.
Yet anotha resolution to add for 08

i just looked it up and it's saxophone. I always mispell it then forget which is the correct spelling

Sarcasm is sexy

dreds: sexy as all hell
old people: cool as shit
dark skinned brothers: my weakness
humor: gotta have it

However,
an old, dark skinned dred-head tryna spit game is not fuckin sexy in the least!!!

you know what song is dumb as all hell?
that I Got it From My Mama shit!!!

breastessiz
what's the big deal?

It's legal for women to walk around topless in NYC





not my thing but im givin them chicks props
but i'm just thinking
maybe a construction site aint the best place to be chillin wit ur girls hangin out tho


ever walked outside barefoot?

running thru my head:


I always pick x in tic tac toe

i jumped double dutch yesterday
i am however, double handed at times

red light, green light 1,2,3 son

im beginning to think the 10 kids might be a bit too much of an undertaking
7 sounds like a good number

I think the Justice League could use 1 more
superhero name: Mclaren 4MULA1
Super powers: strength, speed, agility, bullshit detecting, morphing, telekinesis


Bret 'the Hitman' Hart
Hulk Hogan



those were the days
me and dad chillin in fronta the tube

Ramblings of a Lunatic

i want to
i need to
touch you
extra sensory perception
as the thought of you overwhelms my senses
leaves me overwhelmed at the magnitude of your
your very presence
left quivering
silent
rendered mute
unable to speak
as i play over in my mind like my favorite movie scene
the things i can imagine you doing to me
and i could
i could explain to you in great detail how
the very sound of your feet
has me holding my breath
quickens my pulse and sends blood racing through my veins at light speed
how a look from you has me imagining silk sweat drenched sheets
bodies writhing to instinctive primal beats
How a glance at your lips calls to mind passionate kisses
of lovers through time
walks along shores under moonlight
engaged in conversation
where we relay life's hopes, ambitions,
fears, uncertainties
worries, dreams
your way with words so sweet
i can taste them
must be ambrosia from the heavens
like blessings sent from God to the tip of your tongue
and i swear he sent you just so i can hear them
when you open your mouth to speak
I linger in anticipation
of orgasmic elation brought to fruition by your
skill and your diction
elliciting out of body experiences
where you take me on flights of fancy
make me want to paint an image with words of how
i would love for your very essence
to run through me like the Nile
love forging on its banks like civilizations
how if only i could delve into you like the depths of an ocean under dark skies
scour the shelves of your mind
seeking to find all things that will bind us in space
and time


Next

the random

i did not know aunt viv had moves like that. did yall catch that episode where she was turning 40? she kilt that dance audition!!




I was always the lil smart kid who'd ruin the cartoon viewing experience. I know bout gravity niccah.

why the fuck are they up in the air until they look down. Then whynahell after the first 500 times they run off a cliff, dont they just k.i.m. ?? Stop fuckin lookin down idiot!!!!

geek to chic?? all they did was let a bitch's hair down, throw a new dress on her, then remove her glasses
go get a really ugly person and do that shit

speaking of glasses. That superman shit is dumb as hell. Dude don't got a mask on or nothin. He just
change clothes
then go


dumb ass disguises/ alter ego scenarios get on my nerves. Superman.Hanah Montana. I know that's u friggin idiots!!!!

Going into the witness protection program kinda sounds fun to me. Get a new name, new birthday (ima celebrate the real and fake one), move the hell away and have a perfectly good reason not to contact idiot family members
not a bad deal
not bad at all
i bet u that one broke ass family member we all got is gon find me tho. Gon show up on my front step askin 4 money. Niggah the mafia couldnt find me but ur 33 year old 3rd grade reading level ass fount(yes i said fount) me in two days. Go help the friggin gov't find Osama. leave my ass alone. Oh hell naw!!! How u gon threaten to out me if i dont lend you 3,ooo dollars???I got u tho. good thing i carry round this firearm huh? *gun shot* you was only a 5th cousin nyway.


stop snitchin?


y?
fuck u
ima be that bitch that snitch
lead them right to ur door
no shame in my game
ima air u out on national tv. let ur dumbass try to kill me. you gon be supecto numero uno playah.

embarassing playlist to be posted on monday

who's the boss?



Tony Danza?? get outta here. You know it's me
Tony can be my white chocolate sidekick
singin" Hold me closer Tony Danza"
Tell me why i honestly thought that's what Elton John was singin?
Then imagine my utter dismay when i found out it was actually 'hold me closer tiny dancer'.
like the tony danza better.

better luck wit the next chic
yes i know u think i should be flattered. You pssssssed me from across the street. I mean why couldnt i realize the privilege u bestowed upon me? Then you saw it fit to cross the street and try to talk to me. OH. the other 3 girls u just tried to get at? oh they weren't special like me huh?Why should i get offended that you commented on my ass before u could even see my damn face? oh so now ima bitch cuz i'm ignoring u huh? hold up aint no need to go callin me names playa. I never said i was alladat. Your dumbass invaded my three feet of personal space. Ain't nobody call u over.Rather be an ugly bitch than a dumb bitch tho and i'd definitely be the dumbest thing walkin if i even considered your ignorant ass.

ever had a stalker?


delusional
psychotic
til death do us part niggah
crazy
nasty
wanna smell my fart niggah
stalkin, poppin out the bushes
restraining order ass nigga
future serial killer
night stalker
richard ramirez ass niggah


'yeah big daddy
push ur seed in my bush 4 life'
for real tho
how would that sound?

you know somebody's gon go and name their child 'rock and roll' off that joint

random tandem

stupid people
cant fuckin standem
They gon have a bk chick making wind catch her caution
get it?
throw caution to the wind

I learned half my fight moves from Power Rangers son
yall know yall tried to reenact them fight scenes too. don't front


Ballys versus Golds gym
who wins?
ballys all day evryday kid...lol

I got a few doppelgangers strollin the street
people swear they see me places i know i haven't been
or they try to act like they know me from somewhere. I have an excellent memory. I don't know your ass. How the hell u gon ask me if i'm sure i'm not so and so? How the fuck i'm not supposed to know who i am??!!!!!

I used to watch America's Most Wanted hoping i'd catch someone familiar on there.
Was looking to see if any of the folk i couldnt stand were fugitives. Kill three birds with one stone
get rid of someone i cant stand
perform a public service
maybe get a reward
hey. im just sayin.......

Do you know all the words to the COPS themesong
bad boys bad boys what u gonna do what u gonna do when they come for you
ummm
ricky nah ricky nah ricky
ricky nah ricky nah rick ron rick
those are the words cuz i say so

so i actually listened to the words
what the hell is: You chuck it on that one
You chuck it on this one
You chuck it on mother and You chuck it on you father
You chuck it on you brother and You chuck it on you sister
You chuck it on that one and you chuck it on me


What the hell they chuckin???!!!

I have two playlists
why? u ask.Because i can do that. I'm Diana
nah.4 real tho
1 is 4 when i wanna mellow out
other is 4 when i wanna go hard

im thinkin bout adding a 3rd playlist
music i might not otherwise admit to listening to like:
cher, patrick swayze, spice girls...lol
singin: 'do you believe in life after love? i can feel something inside me say i really dont think you're strong enough. '
or how bout:'Can't break my heart. My achy breaky heart. Yall know yall was jammin to that one.
ima call the playlist 'I Don't Give A Fuck'
i'll probably add that tomorrow


half the blog views are me checkin out myself

ever made the devil sell u his soul?
ever dance with the devil in a pale moonlight?
ever danced on a car roof?
had sex on a car roof?

the dancin on the roof of car thing i gotta do. Now if only i can find the idiot willing to let me do it.
Do a bootleg music video to 'dancing in the street' and post that shit to youtube

Apparently i'm real late on the Prince tip
I used to just think of him as a poor man's Michael Jackson
never gave lil man a chance


but Darling Nikki is my jam
I knew a girl named nikki
I guess u could say she was a sex fiend
I met her in a hotel lobby
Masturbating with a magazine
She said howd u like 2 waste some time
And I could not resist when I saw little nikki grind


Who masturbates with a magazine tho?

rhymes revisited

you hear that beep son ?
it aint no motherfuckin test
thats his heart goin into cardiac arrest
swore he was invincible so could always....
beat the best, walked the streets at night but said in death he'd get his rest
and now here he rests
or should i say his body
cuz his soul is still troubled left behind his brother Robby, middle name be 'rob me', always the life of the party and
til day light hours little man be partyin
track lines on his arm covered by his cardigan, seen Juvy four times don't know when he'll see his dad again
and when he'll meet the man again
cuz the last time he set his eyes on him, they was cartin dad away
coulda sworn blue demons took him or at four thats wat he'd say
screamin 'leave my daddy be' 'why yall takin him away?'
seems we've come full circle ,prophecy fulfilled
they say the sins of the father be on his son's head
curse revisited so .....
three generations dead



she's the stuff of fables
her feats
they spawn legends
round one got u fell out on the floor knock out punch deckin
words headed towards you construction ball wreckin
metaphors like creatine ugrade my muscle flexin
then sprout feet poundin pavement my words hit the street
shizophrenic tendencies got you
back checkin,paranoia sets in and
i deprive u of ur lifeline leech blood letting
let the shit settle and watch ur face as it sets in
silk beset by sangria sweat shop reminiscin
life of the forgotten, the needle as it slips in
London 57 nights.
Nazi's blitzin
got folk runnin for cover as shrapnel hitsem
life be fucked up but truth is... when u did some
fucked up shit, karma's gon be that bitch that kills some
and for mils some niggas will do just about any shit
including selling out they fam like crackheads lookin for a hit
i figure ima be kovorkian
hand them death cooled over quick



rock my basketballshorts, tees, tennis shoes
hard to find the cute shit when ur a
ten in shoes but
dont be fooled
i aint always on my leisure
flashing lights shine bright and trigger epileptic seizures
got medics on the sidelines tryna come and relieve ya
first name jane. last: doe. middle: DOA believe ya ...
me
aint noone payin their respects,nobodies tryna come and see u
sent u on a voyage to india via
my girl arie
where u lived as an untouchable so i put you out ur misery
hit you wit the hardlines between the eyes ...deadly marksman
sniper shot from 30 stories high cuz ur a marked man
100 witnesses tryna figure how u got deceased
rolled away on a gurney black bag zipped over white sheet
got ur spirit tryna walk backwards and hit that backspace/delete
rewind to that second just before ur body hit the street
inevitable demise,
kamikaze pilot sweaty palms with vise tight clenched eyes,
figured things too late like bush administration lies and
government coups staged by CIA spies
enemies of yesterday turned tomorrow's allies. only trust half of wat u see.the rest?
assume are lies
but instead u saw what u wanted Like your name was rorshacke and before the ink could even dry was clear you'd never be comin back
Louie G flying over the bermuda triangle man fell off the radar track
like Casey Sheehan never returning from his deployment in iraq



notice nything different?
hows the new playlist?


I have to get my poetry game back up
have 15 million unfinished craps
i need inspiration

i think ima go bald next summer
said i was gon do it this summer but that didnt pan out
i was waitin on gettin the body right first

Kenya Moore is who i wanna be when i grow up
her body is bangin

speaking of bangin
why are folk still gangbangin?
some guys will bang anything
i rock bangs often

know wat song is in my head?
Passin Me By

goal 4 next semester is a 4.0

TMI

so i got this buddy and we were having an im convo
and he's like TMI girl just logged in. Apparently this chick likes to volunteer when she's in various stages of undress outta nowhere
He's like: if she's not volunteering any pics, why bother?
She just sounds extra to me
talkin bout it's hot she gotta take some shit off.SMH

so here's the TMI randomness:
u probly wont give a damn but oh well

one of my eyelids is larger than the other

i have freckles on the right side of my face

one of my legs is about a quarter inch longer than the other

i have the dumbest eyebrows. Them shits are sparse as hell

the first time i drank hot chocolate i threw up. never touched that shit again

i dont shave my legs. so what? u got a problem? fuck you then

i stepped on the scale today. it read 187

i rarely smile. i either laugh or look my regular bored self

ima size ten in shoes if you wanna get me a late christmas present

i used to pull out my eyelashes. dont ask why. i dont friggin know

I bootleg run cuz im tryna get ready for a marathon
chafing is a mother. my inner thighs from mid thigh level up is a shade darker than the rest
now i rock bike shorts under my sweats. shoulda been got them.
I don't get it. Folk bigger than me don't have this damn problem
I'm gon step up my training game for 08
said i was gon do the ING new york in 08. Ive ammended it to 09
i aint tryna mess around and die
Don't care if i'm last just gotta finsh that shit. Actually. I Lied. i would be mad if i was last. folk starin and shit. talkin bout hurry the hell up.OR WORSE: the pity applause.i' d b like shut the fuck up condescending bastards!!!

Aliens are among us and one of them goes to my gym

so im in the locker room getting changed to get the hell outta there and this new chick is in there getting ready to start her workout. She's hella toned,no stetchmarks in sight, makeupless but her skin is clear as all hell. The pretty motherfucker had me hating. Then the bitch had the nerve to smile at me and say hey like i know her from somewhere. Take your hey somewhere else!!!I aint tryna be your damn friend.Fuckin Alien drone. Next thing you know she gon wanna be workout partners. Fastforward and we chillin and shit. Im bout to sound real shallow, but i'm not tryna be the proverbial ugly friend. Yall know wat i'm talkin bout.

WHISPERS

ingesting remnants of carcasses

swallowed pride

force fed excrement they tried to pass off as a five star meal

as the lies make their way down your throat

suffocation

their testicles in your mouth

purificationas digested lies give birth

to expelled truths

Vietnam

Iraq

Serbia

Haiti

Sudan

Japan

Darfur

Guantanimo Bay

Abu Ghraib

cover ups exposed

like her

garments ripped from her body

14 years old

acts committed too horrible for the merciful to comprehend

as others who have borne this pain and legacy

look down from heaven

heads shaking and arms spread

to accept another into their fold

11-year-old girl from Kosovo

12-year-old Okinawa girl

when the keepers of peace

cant be trusted not to shatter it

violated under cover of fire

blasts like fireworks on that fourth setting of the moon

on that 7th month

smoke clears

bodies strewn

count them

each one an attempt at sin hidden

torture chambers become life

and life seems the lesser choicewhen the question is posed:

life or death?

chambers of semi automatic guns, like dragons,

spitting steel-tipped fire

memories of steel-tipped boots

grounding your face into the dirt as the cries of the inhumane plague your sanity

grains of rock dig into sun-kissed flesh

son kissed flesh

marring the beauty that God did create

threat of death looming low overhead like a noose

ring of rope

destroyer of hope

or so they think

reaching for you like a lasso

determined to snare souls

round them up like cattle

their own special branding

bodies dragged behind beds of pick-up trucks

badges and ink-black sky offer all the cover needed

disfigured, marred beauty

head, neckfound miles from mangled torso

can't quite make out how handsome he used to be

my boy James

Deeds of the souless

celebrated at tables where Lucifer dines with men

fields where the spirits of the deceased do battle with forces of evil

no rest for souls of the dead who perished in fits of rage over injustice

apparitions of the long gone and long forgotten

yearning for the Lord's vengeance against

masters of evil

axis of evil

a turn of phrase

annihilate

subjugate a people

strange bedfellows they make:justice and torture

clandestine affairs

secrets released,

like whispers

into the ears of harlots

Ain't Nobody Worryin

gurneys roll out over cracked pavement in the dead of night
as whispers begin
and sirens blare
she can't help but to think upon all those days of terror
shrieks
screams
held captive by memories of a mind twisted and uncertain days
of spirits too seldom lifted
and souls repeatedly crushed under unbearable weight
too numb to cry
too shocked to speak
too....relieved
funny how she'd given up on God's mercy
his grace a foreign notion
God where are you?
yetnow at this juncture
all those words, prayers
flood her mind
it was their time
they're in a better place now
just seemed like words before
but today she believes them
sends up a prayer
Lord if you've ever loved me make sure James and Denise
what i mean Lord is....
please make sure they find the peace in death they could never find in life
lost in the crowd she says her goodbyes
halfway down the block she turns
blank stare and final farewell
past neighbors who are quick to get their fifteen minutes
but couldn't spare one
to offer aid
dial three numbers
past some with tears in their eyes
as if their loved one had died,
hands held over their hearts
hearts that suddenly appeared on that day
must've cuz
wasn't nobody worryin before

NEXT

randomness:

i don't like mangos

peanut buttered bread dipped in coffee is the shit

i don't drink milk
atleast not straight

only wit cereal or something

The highlander was my show
just try and tell me Duncan Mcleod aint sexy

i wish somebody would buy me a chia pet for Christmas
I'd slam that shit down on their heads

why did i just see this youtube vid where this guy was checkin for big booty chics
talkin bout he was tryna find his Ms. Hottentot Venus?
SMH
Saartjie "Sarah" Baartman was a famous Khoikhoi woman who was exhibited as a friggin sideshow attraction in 19th century Europe under the name Hottentot Venus
Saartjie travelled around Britain, showing what to Europeans were unusual bodily features, thought to be typical of her people. She had large buttocks, a condition known as steatopygiaa, and visitors were permitted to touch them for extra payment. In addition, she had a sinus pudoris, otherwise known as the tablier (the Frenchh word for "apron") or "curtain of shame", all names for the elongated labiaa of some Khoisan women. (Although "sinus pudoris" refers only to the labia of Khoisan woman, all labia vary in size and shape to some degree.) To quote Stephen Jay Gould, "The labia minora, or inner lips, of the ordinary female genitalia are greatly enlarged in Khoi-San women, and may hang down three or four inches below the vagina when women stand, thus giving the impression of a separate and enveloping curtain of skin" Her exhibition in London, scant years after the passing of the Slave Trade Act 18077, created a scandal, and an abolitionistt benevolent society called the African Association petitioned for her release. Baartman was questioned before a court in Dutch, in which she was fluent, and stated that she was not under restraint and understood perfectly that she was guaranteed half of the profits. The conditions under which she made these statements are suspect, because it directly contradicts accounts of her exhibits made by Zachary Macaulay of the African Institution and other eyewitnesses.

France
Baartman later traveled to Napoleonic Paris where an animal trainer exhibited her under more pressured conditions for fifteen months. French anatomist Georges Cuvier and French naturalists visited her and she was the subject of several scientific paintings at the Jardin du Roy.
She died December 29, 1815 of an inflammatory ailment, possibly smallpox, while other sources suggest she contracted pneumonia. An autopsy was conducted and the findings published by French anatomist Henri Marie Ducrotay de Blainville in 1816 and by Cuvier in the Memoires du Museum d'Histoire Naturelle in 1817. Cuvier notes in his monograph that Baartman was an intelligent woman who had an excellent memory and spoke Dutch fluently. Her skeleton, preserved genitals and brain were placed on display in Paris's Musée de l'Homme until 1974, when they were removed from public view and stored out of sight

FUCKIN IGNORANCE I TELL YOU
nah not even
just stupidity
He couldnt have named it that shit without knowing the history behind it

History books are to be taken with a grain of salt. Depending on who wrote it or where it was written you'd think you were reading two different stories

Started reading The End of America: Letter of Warning To a Young Patriot today.
Like it so far
Wolf compares post 9/11 USA to Nazi Germany

i'll leave you with this:
a poem attributed to Pastor Martin Niemöller


First they came for the Socialists, and I did not speak out -
because I was not a Socialist.

Then they came for the Trade Unionists, and I did not speak out - because I was not a Trade Unionist.

Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out -
because I was not a Jew.

Then they came for me - and there was no one left to speak for me.