SPoKen WOrd At itZ Finest | ||||||||||||||||||||
| Rhymes, Poems, Love bookz I & II | ||||||||||||||||||||
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GROWTH: In this world of conformity, my life is constantly changing: Who was once closest loves, are now distant memories. What was once pain, is experience. What was once confusing is now clear. And in this growth, I find myself faced with new challenges and tasks. And in those, I have already found: disappointment, drama, new painz, and a whole host of bad emotions. Life changes, but it is inevitably the same. Within this knowledge, I understand that while negative is constant, so is positive. And both forces can be used in my work. My wordz are an outlet for my soul. I am only the penner of his thoughts. The things brought to you are his way of easing himself. I am only the messenger, he is the creator. DEDICATIONS: FOr SIrita, we have grown up so much havent we?: For James Lewis, I told you I had skillz dogg!!: for Sophia: i try so hard in some of my work to express the feelings that swirled around inside me for you and what we had: For Job Corps, thank you for opportunities: for my parents: thank you for sticking with me when I didnt have a clue, (and I still dont!) : TO my sisters, thanx for the support and the hook-ups (with the ladies) I love you both tremendously: to my brother Robert and Linda,you two taught me a hell of a lot about life, i'm always indebted to you two. Last but not least, to the people that will come into my life, and intrigue my body and soul, for those who will affect my outlook and help me grow, I am thankful for you even though I havent even met you yet | |||||||||||||||||||
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IM ONLY GONNA POST A FEW PIECES ONLINE TO SEE HOW IT GOES. IF YOU READ AND LIKE AND WANT MORE, E-MAIL ME AT [email protected] AND LET ME KNOW! SO WITHOUT TO MUCH OF AN INTRO, HERE IT GOES. Let IT Flow I: flow like water, holy as an alter, words i write, then playback and recite, your attached like a parasite, a hair mite, eatin my style like a termite, but these are sacred rites, forbidden and ancient, ancient and forbidden, my power source is hidden, lest parasites attack, and snatch whats mine, render me silent as a mime.... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Every Time I close my eyes, I dream and fantasize, of caressing your thighs, can you visualize, being down with me, laid out on a beach, your choice of the sea, pacific to carribean, we'll lay all day and then at night...we'll retire, sitting next to the fire, sippin on something smoothe, the sounds of maxwell soothe...oooooooh, just anticipating, you got me waiting, but it'll be worth it, soft love, no rough love, strictly our love, fore play, turns to 12, love has a new meaning as our bodies meld, we become one, ecstacy and pleasure, love like this before? never! REach new levels of love, soaring up above, to avalon, spending an eternity in bliss, it'll always be like this, if you give me the chance, your prior thoughts of pleasure i'll enhance, ill give you utter sexual decadance, so call for me, the M.A.C. , and i'll be with thee, for eternity... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ let IT flow II Lyrical diversity, like a flower blooming in adversity, in the rarest form, giving birth to a new mind, to a new world im born, like faded memories im worn, flow like an essence, you can feel my prescence, electric like the air before the storm, trapped in the sanitized dorm, seeking release, or peace, or pain decrease, my energy is dim, my aura is bland, from walking every day in this Blasted Land. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Let it flow III 6:3:99 Uncontrollably calm, a universe that fits in your palm, unspoken screams, waking dreams, psychotically normal, synthetically geothermal, alive yet dead, hungry yet fed, unrequited love, a dark colored dove, insanely sane, conservatively profane, a heart dangling on a chain, hollow inside, nowhere to hide, sybolic of affection, moving with no direction, the formless shapes, the oxymoronic tastes, the insipid fakes, the esoteric fate. Can you feel the words within the pause...can you see the effect without the cause, look at me, the epitomy of contridictory.... | |||||||||||||||||||
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