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One night a guy & a girl were driving home from the movies. The boy sensed there was something wrong because of the painful silence they shared between them that night. The girl then asked the boy to pull over because she wanted to talk. She told him that her feelings had changed & that it was time to move on. A silent tear slid down his cheek as he slowly reached into his pocket & passed her a folded note. At that moment, a drunk driver was speeding down that very same street. He swerved right into the drivers seat, killing the boy. Miraculously, the girl survived. Remembering the note, she pulled it out & read it. "Without your love, I would die."
Lemme tell ya' about a *ding-bat skit-zo bee-hotch* tranny named Annie... I met her one night under disco lights up at Candies She was starin' at me grittin' her teeth aimin' ta' see if I wanted a piece of he OR of she by way of flashin' granny panties She was shootin' pool actin' a fool so I took a shot and one tiny glance but got caught So I lit up a smoke and tried to play it off cool but it was too late she had pulled up a stool She slurred, "Hey young felluh, where ya' been all my life!" I replied, "Sorry to burst yir' bubble, but I got a wife!" "That don't matter kid, what she don't know won't hurt the girl" as she fisted my collar and yelled, "I'LL ROCK YIR' WORLD! Annie the Tranny is what they call me. Bet you been wanted ta' bone me since you first saw me!" Fear and frustration danced on my face I begged the bouncer to "Get this he/she outta the place!" My pleas were to no avail, and that sea donkey lurked hot on my trail flailin' it's arms and grindin' bar stools with it's tail Speakin' of tails... a shiny blue wale tail crept up her back Her jeans were mean, but couldn't hold her underwear's elastic slack but at least it beat feastin' eyes upon her crack then she... wrapped her grimy hands around my neck and asked, "You n' me, boy, what the heck!?!" I screamed, "Look here lady, you seem real nice for a tranny; but... ya' see... ya' need to hit the bricks, you and yir' Granny Panties!" At that point the joint started to really heat up people were glarin' like they really wanted me beat up I can't recall how the hell I got out of there alive and free it was like a big manly freight train headin' dead at me I'm pretty sure I owe the good Lord a big favor that beast was the devil and Jesus was my Savior! It's a night I thought would never end... the night at Candies Bar n' Grill Granny Panty Annie got a thrill tryin' to make me her sexy friend!!!
Your sweet nectar wraps around my senses like jungle vines steady drums beating Your heart near mine Your strong hands hold me suspended by my waist Just enough pain and strength against my supple skin For my taste The musk of your sculpted body and the forest has me going wild But yet, the tender way you protect me, reminds me of Being a child A safe familiarity with a strain of animalistic seduction Your invisible hold over me leaves me arrow poisoned Unable to function My long dark hair wraps you with smells of coconut and ocean Sun your locks full of mud and enemies Blood together, my warrior We make One
Respectful, intelligent, someone who loves me for who I am. That is the type of brotha I'm looking for but damn. My name is Diona Lanese Finley. When you look into my eyes is that what you see. The true, love, beauty, honesty, loyalty. Seventeen years old with a fifty-year-old soul. Now the truth is going to be told. My father taught me to be bold. The information I say please hold. So being me I wonder are all of my options gone. I mean from the sugar to the down low, From the thugs to the gangsters, From the cocaine he hitting to the men in prison. There's this boy that sits on his butt and can't even listen. The one who plays the Playa, or the P.I.M.P. Some jive time brotha who doesn't have respect his mommy. He think he can go out and have and affair with another. Here comes the control freak. I know he don't think he has authority over me. He'll be the alcoholic I'll throw out on the streets. A man thinks he can put his hands on me. I'll beat you down like we in slavery. That is no way you treat a woman like me. Proud, love her self, and have dignity. He doesn't know how to treat the mother of his child. Now I know you think this poem is a little wild. So that's why I'm going to say this loud and proud. Not all men are like that, I know I have one who has my back. Strong, loving, true, real, provides for my mommy and me. Yeah that's right, he's my daddy. I don't want a man just like him. But my daddy what me to have a man who would make me happy. That is what I'm looking for exactly.
We talk all the time.... I trust her I know she in control, cause that's what she is used to.... If it makes her happy I'll do.... I wish she'll let go and open up.... I know its hard to do after what she's been through.... Man the way i feel we could make stars fall from the sky.... I think things would change when we meet eye to eye.... Just a week ago I was thugged out..... But what ever she did brought the soft side out of me.... I hate that..... But I love her....... I can always count on her to tell the truth..... They say the truth hurts..... Her personality is my band-aid...... I see, hear, and feel her pain even where I cant explain it..... Friends now, but God holds the future...... My prayer is that she is in God's hands......... For K.M.W.
I know I made a mistake a mistake that I cannot change but I did it unknowing not knowing the consequences and there are many of them not knowing I will lose you forever and never be in your arms again not knowing you wouldn't want me back after all the times I've tried not knowing I would feel so much pain my heart aches and yearns for your love not knowing I would lay crying so many nights my eyes and head hurting from so many tears not knowing you would move on you no longer want me you like someone else not knowing you wouldn't love me anymore I still love you and always will I hate what I did not knowing the consequences
It's human nature to emulate surroundings And it's hard to separate yourself From those around you Emotions are contagious And like minds act alike Stand in a group of happy people, And you'll find yourself smiling. Stand in a group of excited people, And find yourself inspired. Stand in a group of kind people, And you'll become more empathetic. Stand in a group of hungry people, And you'll find something to eat. Stand in a group of depressed people, And find yourself in sorrow. Stand in a group of angry people, And feel your adrenaline rise. Most likely you'll remain in the group That reflects you the most So regardless of what you think If others act in one particular way Then guess what, you have become 'them' So if you attract manipulators, Maybe it's because you lie a lot. So if you attract unfaithful people, Maybe it's because you're a quitter. So if you attract abusers, Maybe it's because you enjoy pain. So if you attract indecisive people, Maybe it's because you're a follower. So if you attract those that steal, Maybe it's because you turn the other way. So if you attract those of low standards, Maybe it's because you act out of desperation. Most likely you'll remain in the group That reflects you the most So regardless of what you think If others act in one particular way Then guess what, you have become 'them'
Christmas Rebels It was about a weak After that night walk The unknown dangers, Made known, turned me weak, I was managing myself, After my heart was pulled, From where it sank, I was yet in the oven, Of my haven, To dry up the coldness, And the wetness, Of that fearful night loneliness, Today is Christmas, The whole mass, Was joyous, Every home, glorious, Meat was plenteous, Rice and beans. Was every homes means, Children bouncing in, New goat skin jackets, Mother's dressed in costly Beads and all the way, Father leads. For Christmas had taking over, Taking over the African Shrine, It supplied a joyous sunshine. Our pockets were full of cowries, Like a goldmine, Happiness was mine, For the usual war seemed To be hidden, and our teethes where like, "Forever opened". Oh! Joyful, blissful, plentiful Christmas. Providing joy each time it surface, But joy has a slender waist that breaks so soon. Christmas night came, so we visited Our beds as night rang it's bell, (To be continued in the next, same Poem).
Sublime I've been shedding snakeskin... so blind I've been destroying the noise my worst enemy Deconstructing my identity soaking shoulder deep in oceans of humility feasting upon fruits of tranquility breaking shackles freeing ankles from bloody mud puddles razor blade anxiety rising to a place where yesterday flees irrelevant tomorrow is insufficient Yet this moment of SUBLIMITY right now... forever remains a fearless paradise
Emotions so fervent, the mind of the dedicated With a path so rough he wonders how he tolerates it But he keeps moving with a steady locomotion Through stormy valleys and turbulent oceans Once or twice, he may have hesitated But his reasons weren't languid, unsated He looked around at his life Tempestuous eyes making sure his is path right He stumbles forward though dark unstable passageways Always facing his goal, vehement not to turn away He's like a strong tower, beaten but still standing No one knows when it'll fall or where it would be landing He's not too proud to tell you that he never cries But it's a desperate situation when tears leave his eyes Usually involving the loss of something vital in his life But with a kings golden spirit he makes that sacrifice He reaches his goal, basked in satin moonlight He kept moving, kept the finish line in sight And at last he can sit on his throne Smiling because people that told him he wasn't going to make it...were wrong
To Whom it may concern, the chances of my letter reaching you are as slim as a message in a bottle. My words throttle in waves of desolate emotion. As common at it may be, the moral to the message at sea is "Chance". To Whom it may concern, the chances of my letter reaching you are as slim as a baby walking without a waddle. My words throttle in falls of desolate emotion. As common as it may be, the moral of the waddling baby is "Chance". To whom it may concern, the chances of my letter reaching you are as slim as a sponsor less model. My words throttle in bankrupts of desolate emotion. As common as it may be, the moral to the model's degree is "Chance". To Whom it may concern, The chances of my letter reaching you are slim. Because of my desolate emotions, I try any how. As common as it may be, It's by chance that one day you might hear me Sincerely, To Whom it may concern
Only little black girl at school and her white friends admired her 'tan' –"I'm brown all over" she told them, proudly motioning to all her body. But skin color can be an issue I remember the back of the bus- although we rarely rode it because of that. I remember for colored only water fountains segregated schools and lunch counters for whites only. I remember the caste system at my high school- black step back, brown stick around, white you all right. I think Langston Hughes captured the cadence of it. Bright skin girls were queens and princesses, beautiful and fair. Black girls were well, BLACK and that was supposed to be a negative. And then a funny thing happened on the way through the sixties- BLACK was beautiful and the skin color dynamics began to change. It came out of the closet and was addressed by white, black, brown, red and yellow people. Now skin color is celebrated in all shades and hues although I still hear teenagers at my high school (I'm a teacher now) say things like, "I'm not sitting out here in no sun, I don't want to get any blacker than I am." And of course prejudice has not disappeared it has mutated and we do have stronger defenses against it in some cases. Interestingly even skin color defines some of my "brown" students. They react to the "darkness" of each other and their parents, relatives and friends. "My mom is real dark, Miss, she don't look nothing like me." "Miss, do you think I look like a Mexican? I don't look nothing like a Mexican." "I'm a Latina." "There's no such thing as a Chicano, it's something people made up, either you're a Mexican or you're not." "What does that mean-Hispanic?" "I'm Cuban, Puerto Rican, and El Salvadorian, from Belize; Honduran (We got black Hondurans, Miss)" That's the color of skin thing.
Life as an Addict Life as an addict, life as an addict Life as an addict is like running into A reinforce cinderblock wall Losses after losses Virtually Ending in a jail cell or luxurious casket Day after day the addiction keeps at it Eventually Opening doors to the soul Stepping inside leading you down A wicked and dark passage Ultimately Leaving you naked Clinching your wounds Shattering dreams Low self – esteem Thoughts in captivity Life of misery Life as an addict limited imagination Waste of God's creation But forgiven Evil, dark passage Reinforce walls, jail cell Lost soul, luxurious casket Life as an addict, life as an addict Life as an addict.
This is a poem. It's not abstract. So if you just sit back and listen, you'll understand I'm going to say this poem twice, so listen with your heart the first time but listen with your heart again Say good morning when someone says good morning to you Speak when spoken to Look a person in the eye and be confident even if you're not and be willing to learn what you know not Don't be so quick to speak out loud and then cover your mouth in shame once you realize what just came out It's too late - so think before you shout Be accountable for your actions Your character is defined by what you do when people aren't looking because when they are They see in your behavior all the doings of the heart So be honest with yourself and do the right thing...it's not hard Learn! Use life's resources I know what it's like to be in dark places going through trials - unhappy child But learning and reading and growing is all relative to your future So escape in a poem or good book and don't let the enemy defeat you Stay in touch with positive members of your family ties Record yourself saying wonderful things about your life Recite them daily...then write Be the first to offer respect Stay calm give others a chance to talk Be humble, but never nobody's fool Don't allow others to mistreat you Stand up for your rights and have a voice, but do it with dignity and be tactful. And girls... Go ahead..wear your skinny jeans and your bangles but accept other for their style, their view see things from their angle And fellas... Pull those pants up..tuck those shirts in and stop trying to be gangsta If I can see your underwear thats unacceptable behavior and it's not okay It's embarrasing to the struggle and it's a disgrace It's time to move past the stereotypes of race I know you got alot to face but once you learn what your ancestors did to get you to this place, It will seem like a walk in the park and you'll be proud to have helped the case Young people I tell you if you follow these rules You can change the world and become a generation renewed
What happened to those days when people were humble and didn't mumble behind each others backs? What happened to the women who had pride, dignity, respect, and good self esteem about themselves? What happened to kids honoring their mothers and fathers and respecting their elders? What happened to our elders teaching our children right from wrong? What happened to the young men who had accepted themselves for who they are? What happened to the pride, dignity, honor and self respect people had for one other? What happened to education and the rest of the nation who teach each other and demonstrate for one another? What happened to education and teachers teaching our children for this foundation? Wthat happened to our Generation?
Ignorance is a crime caused by putting up fences if we'd let go of the voices inside our heads and eliminate fears discussions would arise peel the blind folds from our eyes share real stories told without disguise encouraging progress could be made with concerns of what we've learned rather than what we are paid a fulfilling life is people based sharing giving looking out for others one human at a time despite our differences the truly rich way of living
Thank you for being in my life, to think you were only broken twice, you taught me how not to be late, and how to get my timing straight, my mother made you and loved you too, she stayed up at night to make sure you show true, I'm not going to say I'm happy you're gone but i do rue the day you were spawn now that I'm 18, you've done your job, I'm happy you will no longer make my heart throb, with every minute that i am late, made my life full of hate, so thank you curfew, and thanks a lot, now my own schedule will take your spot.
In a room filled with a solitary red hue The bourgeois spins a wheel With no destination, nor need She will spin until her brittle Hands bleed Just to satisfy her ennui and artifice But she does not see - the rien I see The monster approaching her empty dreams Spinning still - she does not know The insomniac rose will begin to grow The thorn of clandestine and ebony Ostracized for he began to realize What lies in nonsense is decadence Which sparks interest Who's lover is a dadaist But his story is over now As Seth lead the way A poet dies in dismay The thorn as she spun penetrated A distraction and a lack of action She knew the temptation for she so loved the sensation Of crass, rebellious - ways The thought laid it's seed In her Gaulish mind it breeds She has no other need and no regrets So she proceeds and the smile lets With full intention and desire Caring none of her fate that will transpire She presses her finger on the thorn So now she bleeds knowingly she did not recede
I've been pushed past the point where I'm willing to cry No longer having the energy to fly Always looking into the enemies eyes Rage enough to light up the sky Heart turning dark no love for the enemy Feelings gone replaced with a powerful energy Eyes illuminated with a black light, everything is grey to me Ready to eliminate any weapon that's thrown at me My rage has poured into the extreme Thoughts of the enemy unclean Deep breath, in out, focus while on a wall i lean Rethink on happy thoughts, trying to get rid of the sting Anger so hard to control Flames visible when my eyes are closed Tightening the bonds i try to keep my hold Defrosting my heart from ice cold
...eyes puffy caked up with cry Daddy ain't comin' home but she don't know why... grown folk sadness ripping inside her All she's known about lovin's in the coffin beside her
Black LOVE My head rested on the pillow of her smooth skin. She opened the curtains of her being, My hands slip into indulgence while they explored her expansive dark skin. With half words she whispered moans, followed by screams of passion. With her shadow I bounded, as she swarmed waters of our endless longing passed. By Jay Johnson
I dip my pen in plasma Write my rhymes in blood Immortal soldier stopping emotions with a mental plug I put my game-face on and hit the battlefield Turning insults to motivation make my writings feel Never hypocritical I never change like reciprocals Steady swimming forward, like a shark because its critical No rest, only the strong survive Mental toughness keeps me focused and keeps my eyes dry This is how i live This is what i feel Thoughts of a warrior bred with a heart of steel Decorate my chest with a metal for fierceness Bible says I'm blessed I'll live on guiltless My heart is cold Frozen from hurtful words And attempts of spiritual homicide always in my face I shrug them off and stay moving at a steady pace
The Scorpio's eyes see all Ready and willing to lay down his own laws He's completely focused on his path And yet no one knows his mysterious task His emotions are well hidden behind dark shades Only showing feelings for the ones he loves His words can be soft blankets or sharp as blades Movements strong and mighty or smooth like a white dove He loves his women unconditionally so Ranking 10s when others rank low Seeing blessings where others see flaws Looking for one but attracted to all His thoughts range from the simple to the complex Looking for ways to put his knowledge to the test His mind searches for meaning to his life Fighting viciously to survive strife The Scorpio is a deep and interesting sign A focused being that doesn't like to waste time He has a love for all things big or small And he's quick to recover whenever he falls
Haters give me reason to survive Just like tupac, i love to see disgust in their eyes We stand strong doing what we believe is right Laughing at the funny and lighting up the night Wars of the mind committed every day Tears as people lose in this game of life we play I got my partners on my side, riding like soldiers Smashing the past like giants throwing boulders I pay attention to my predecessors words The motivation that turns my mind to gold Striving to be a beast i shine like a diamond hard headed, stubborn, and bright like lightning I shed light on my enemies and foes Toying with them like a predator killing a doe I welcome you to my mind, call it Williamsvil From here i destroy with the poems i build Rest in peace, dear homies on the other side Overcome by haters, tricked into suicide Bless them father although they couldn't survive And help me as i continue on in this life
A spirit enshrouded in darkness Angry thoughts under his eyelids His soul withering in pain And his conscious fighting in vain Heart once warm and inviting Now ice cold and frightening Rage pure because someone did him wrong Muscles shaking like the ringing of a gong He's focused and his thoughts are clear To somehow entrench the wrongdoer in fear Yet no ones done wrong, their feelings just aren't the same The wrongdoer was a woman, who put his feelings to shame So for a while he's mad at everyone Mad at the earth, and mad at the sun He must go through all the stages of grief Until tears leave his eyes and he finds his release Love is dangerous, not everyone survives The trial by error test, to find Mrs. right You must have the courage, the will to continue on When your heart has been broken and it's beats are not strong
We livin in a world today, Where its streets over home Heartaches where pain rome… Its guns before goodies, Babies before books… Boys before brothers, & family below lovers… Its sex without rubbers, More baby showers than graduation parties And more funerals than weddings… We're blinded by lust, And trapped without trust… We're living in a world today, Where everybody falls a victim to the street.. A bullet is the only thing they seem to meet; Everybody's a follower, But nobody leads! We're living in a world today, Where only parents read.. The obituary is one thing they probably Aren't too happy to view.. But the kids who listen: Its only a few. It's more obituaries than honor rolls And this is what we live in… Today
Warrior raised to do battle In search of a meaning to his life Love always on his mind Lonely until the end of time Imminent anger beneath the surface A man that keeps his word Mindless romantic
Welcome to the first entry in the book of will Where lyrics and emotion mix to show how i feel Bred from stars i shine like a man of steel Looking for a master? Believe me i fit that bill An intricate mind blessed with lyrical explosions Not just poems, i rap with deadly repercussions My brain transmits like an electrical storm Immense intellect risen from years of pain and scorn I'm complicated, mind a little bit mysterious Playing tricks on you, have you thinking that you're delirious My syllabus for this is that i speak my mind in rhyme Backed by a musical sound my fingers unwind Some hate me because my mind a little bit complex Who knows what it will think out next Syllables catastrophic to the intellect of misinformed Leaving people devastated, destroyed after a storm I am Will Will i am and i Will terminate Shocks to the crowd as they try and relate I welcome you, keep track of this book of will It will surprise you when you see the way i feel
My eyes show me many incredible things From sunrise and sunset, to the fancy "bling" Art created by HIS hand, made by HIS mind And i enjoy these sights, and thank him for the ability to find All things beautiful, and to see more during my time Then my eyes saw you and i was thoroughly surprised A beautiful woman, looked like she was sent from the sky Like a magnet drawn to its opposite, my eyes could not look away Everything else my eyes have touched, all beaten this day Something about her just screamed independent, beautiful, and strong And i'm not gone lie, once or twice i pictured her in a thong :) But her sweet smile and graceful stride were something i had not seen And i became addicted to her, before i even knew her theme Then my ears connected sound to the sight And once i heard her voice my heart took another flight Her voice instilled confidence and showed a strong heart A woman strong enough to stand in the scariest of dark Even when sad her voice remained strong And you're listening to an angel, whenever she sings a song With all these good traits she was never conceited And when ever complimented, her cheeks would get heated As i got to know her, i discovered another thing Her whole personality, went along with what i've seen A get it done attitude, has her ready for life And she is so intelligent, knowing the wrong from the right And as time passed on, all the secrests we shared Trust that was built, and grief that was aired I'll never forget, when she showed me such trust To share with me her fears, when she was first touched She is my everything, and i feel so unable To show her my love, and have a relationship strong and stable I feel like i come short, like im chasing a queen Yet she still talks to me, raising me to a king With her heart i plan to be careful And i swear to always remain faithful Forgive me for my past, and help me in the present And i swear together, both of our lives will be heaven I LOVE YOU KEY
I know you're hurt But please don't cry I'm here for you We can get through This fiery raging land Is filled with hate But you and I Are not too late To save it from annihilation The hate we will cause obliteration You can't tell me it's not painful To watch this opera go on How can they go on Living their lives Without knowing of the pain The horror and betrayal Locked in every heart How can they do this? How can we let them? Together we can stop this hate Together, at any rate We can change their course of action Now listen to my plea Help me change them around Just you and me This task seems impossible Does it not? But what do we have to lose? Lets give it a shot I miss it In the good old days When kids were kids Getting high only happened On the swings The worst thing boys could do Was give you cooties Only scraped knees hurt And only toys got broken But now We're all grown up Living out lives Playing this game Losing badly But together We can fix this together Just take my hand We'll show the world
IN MY POET'S EYE I can't say, where you are tonight. I can't say, our love would have turned out right. I don't know, but I do know, you are still my love. Every night I find I still reach for you. Any time I pray, I still pray for you. I don't know the reason, But I know you're still a part of me. In my poet's eye, I still see you here. In my poet's world, I still feel you near. I don't know the reason, but I thought God meant this love to be. I don't know the reason, but I thought God meant our love to be. In my poet's mind, you are mine again. In my poet's heart you are here again. In my poet's eye, you'll always be my love. In my poet's eye, you'll always be my love. In my poet's eye, you are still my love. .......© ron wilson The video for this song on Youtube, search for "veebdosa"then select IN MY POETS EYE, either Vee Bdosa (aka Ron Wilson) singing or Emily Van Praag singing.
From the black canal, I awoke into a beast of light. Eager wishes through my very blood and soul, an illusion as my memory told. An illusion so real it seemed so true. A beautiful woman with plenteous silken hair, stood bare from end to end before my eyes and flowered a smile, as my memory told. The thirst of my soul rose, I moved near to touch her and she vanish. I turned and there she was bare from end to end before my eyes. She laid in china blooms,pure and simplistic, as my memory told. An illusion so real it seemed so true. I laid next to her and she cradled in my arms with eyes entire. Her lips were sweet to my desire, as my memory told. The harping angels rose, devil passion wrestled the tides of fate and drifted in. She moved in circles, and the circles moved, moved, and moved. My body mart to a motion not of my own. In the heat of passion, I awoke from the black canal into a beast of light.
When will this stop, how much longer do I have to take all your bull, It seems like everything I do is not good enough for you. I'm tiered of falling asleep at night covered in my own tears, I'm tiered of being your doormat, your one and only that you take out all your anger. When will all this stop? I am running out of words to make it all better. Only if you can feel what I feel. You would die already if you walked through what I walked through. I'm not giving up cause that's just who I am. I'll fight, unlike you give up and throw it all away. So I'm fighting now, and there ain't *****you can do to stop me. The beast is released, get ready for a nightmare you only dreamt of. You won't see me the same ever again. I'm dead to you, you can't call means tour own anymore. If someone will ask me if I no you, I'll deny it with a passion.
if you feel alone in this world your not alone. i wish that everyone had a fair opportunity to have all the joy in life. love, peace, hope, tranquility everyone needs it! it is hard for some people to show someone that they matter! popularity does it even matter when the price you pay is losing yourself to all of the important things. everyone is unique and everyone is special. wake up no one person is better then another i dont care who you are. people who think that they are better then other people whats the deal. are you serious? why do you think you are better. more people like you? are you sure they like you for you or for who you pretend to be? see there are people that are more deserving to be liked because they accually show their true selfs. is it hard to care about people even though you think you are better then them? can you honestly give me reasons why you are better then them. Honestly if you can give me 10 decent reasons that metter. not things like cuter, hotter, better clothes, more money, better at sports, if you can give me at least 10 reasons that arent bull then i will shut up. if not then at least have the decentcy to give someone a chance thed deserves it. i hate that and i wish people would not lose themselfs to popularity okay. its not worth it if you lose yourself in the process.
Finally I can let you go, Why keep u? You don't deserve me, You never did. Always using me, Used me for what you want, Which was anything. You wasn't fair, but hey life isn't fair right? You was there for me in the beginning, but u grew from me, I was there for you, Through every problem we had, I comforted you, Gave you encouraging words, Everything I did was out of love, It was my duty as a spouse to you, But u hurted me, Forgetting about my pain, You always wanted things your way, Going through for three years, You wouldn't imagine the stress, The pain, The deceit i went through, Trying to forget my past, I was loving you, But u said It wasn't enough, And you sure didn't care to help, You always thought about your needs, Your life that included me as a comforter, Not a lover, So think about you now, Go with whoever, Forget our engagement, Forget we ever met, Because I am going places, Places that you would imagine. Woooooo! Finally I am free!!!
I'm not supposed to be like this. Misfitted, twisted, confused, self conscience, and unoptimistic. I'm still trying to put in to words what it is that made me like this. Who it is that paved this. You know you carved the rocks to the road that I'm supposed to walk down. The only thing is you only paved it half way. I thought men could finish things like this. You only paved it half way. I thought parents loved you unconditionally. You only paved it half way. I thought daugters were supposed to be daddys little girls. You only paved it half way. You don't even know how amazing I am but still think you deserve the credit. You only paved it half way. Who do I owe my success to? You only paved it half way. You're the reason I can't trust dudes. You only paved it half way. You're the reason sometimes late at night I stop being too pretty to cry. You only paved it half way. I'm venting now, hoping for a better day. You see I'm not as screwed up as I should be. Get pissed, flip stuff, dip quick, and light piff. Get sick, spazz fit, sniff this, and sip stuff. This only makes sense to me. You're starting to become my enemy. I said I couldn't find the words at the begining of this. I think I found a few. Shed a few tears and throw on a smile or two. I just let the world see how volunerable I can be, atleast for an hour or a few. I don't know when I'll tell you this to your face but it's long over do. Got me up 4am cyber venting to you.
To the "POETIC, AWE, EVOKING POET" with the most~ "MIND TOUCHING WORDS OF THOUGHT" let me say ~ happy happy birthday to you ~ i lift up my glass with a~ "LYRICAL Toast" just as "Well Thought–Out" and "VERY WELL WRITTEN" as to say to you ~ i hope you have a ~ happy happy birthday~ that only a "REMARKABLE MAN" like you can do ~ happy happy birthday ~ to a "GENOUS,SELF-EXPRESSING POET" as "WORD STIMULATING" and "MIND AROUSING" as "Insight-FULL YOU"
Keep your options open. Falling fast isn't bad unless they're not expecting to be the one that's supposed to catch you when gravity catches up to what you think is an infinite unrealistic reality. And love is about as rare as blue roses growing in the mist of mas casuality. Did I mention this was an unrealistic reality? I know, it's getting a bit confusing and somewhat misleading. What I mean is keep your options open. Yes I know this statement is a bit repetative, but keep your options open. This is my blatantly obvious yet tactful attempt at subliminal mind control, or whatever they call it. Is it working? Keep your options open. You know falling for someone is about as difficult as it is to not fall for someone. Do you let your guards down or do you go all in? When you're older you go all in. When you're young and have been hurt you keep your options open, but you just tell everyone no one else caught your attention. When you're young and nieve like most of us you forget the caution signs every where and you go all in. I've said it so much you must have caught on to who the audience was, right? I think my options are open, or about as open as they can get, or maybe i'm falling but i'm fighting it. Maybe i'm as confused as any individual my age, maybe not. Maybe i'm just sitting here thinking of ways to totally mind screw you. Maybe this is me pretending to be smart and i'm just really over analyzing things. Maybe I picked up a few tricks on how to sound smarter then I am while I was in school. Maybe I am so intellectually intelligent in the most unobvious ways to you that this is mind blowing that I even thought of this. Maybe this entire thing is a lie and i'm just rambling for the sake of it. Maybe not. I'm only 18, what do I know, what exactly have I experienced in such a short amount of time?
Dangerous games misusing my name you always play these high school games giving you pleasure you giving me pain no wonder why women goes insane dont never come home staying away cheating on me day after day my head messed up thinking all men, all the same people get killed for playing this WHAT!!! dangerous game
Just left a relationship that lasted three painful years, Don't understand why I stayed so long but realized it was love. Not on his end but mines, I stayed up some nights wondering why, Cried myself to sleep other nights, Taking in every lie especially when he cheated wit my cousin, Still.....I was with him, Many friends lost because they warned me, Refusing to listen i cut them loose, Now i regret it, I've built up enough strength to let go, I forgave and forgot, We're friends....nothing more, I may still love him yes, But that chapter called Relationship, Is totally over!
Girl Side A lock and chain surrounds my heart. As true love can only have the key. A person comes and tells you that they love you. But can you believe them when you walk away? A boy looks at you and smile. You look back and think this might be the one. Until he goes and breaks your heart until it lies almost dead, clinging to life itself. You thought that someone would come and be your prince charming. And then you find out that it's a lie. When is it going to be my time to have a love in my life? Or when is it going to be my wedding day? A boy makes you feel comfortable and make you feel as if you were on top of the world. Then you wait for him at the tree that you two named YOURS but he doesn't shows up. You makes changes. You let him go and cry until you fall asleep. Now you feel as if the world was on top of you, and your not on top of it. Boy Side A girl comes along tell you that you are very cute. You tell her that she is too. But then she has a boyfriend. You feel set up. You sit at your kitchen table scribbling on a piece of paper. "I hate myself. I hate myself," a million times. You think about death and why hasn't it came yet. Makes you realize that you want to be different. A girl is alone at a park bench And she's crying. Blood shot red eyes look up at you You asks her is she okay. She looks at you and nods yes. You make her feel comfortable and tell her that she's pretty. She kisses you. You start to date. Then you find out that she has other "friends" She tries to explain. You don't let her. You lock yourself in your bedroom for the rest of the day. You feel unwanted. Underserved. You want to run away. You make a path of your own. And never look back. Just 'cause live throws rocks at you, don't let it win. Make you lifestyle yours. And don't never give up on true love.
we were two misfits fitting in with each other in a painting with watercolors. we bled red onto the canvas, blue tears leaking from our eyes we laughingly painted the sky; indigo with our hearts smiling through the black pain he demonstrated lyrical reign and in return, i chose to refrain from fearing him and his mahogany exterior so together, we stood, leaving the bench with cracked paint exposing the wood he showed me his 'hood as we walked on aged asphalt i tripped and he claimed it was his fault but the love-trip truly began when he sat by my side whispering yellow sunshiny words into the canals of my ear, he possessed a knack for lies i had to decipher like Egyptian hieroglyphics misguided by this misfit, i chose to walk away from his soft hugs and if you were to ask me where he's now, i'd shrug pretending he left my memory but in my museum hangs the painting we painted together as two misfits.. fitting in with each other.
The fear of the LORD is the beginning of Wisdom Prudent are all who live by it Psalm 111:10 AREN'T WE SUPPOSED TO have gotten past fear-motivated worship and Punishment-avoidance spirituality? Didn't God-as-Big-Brother step aside for God-as-Loving-Father? But is it not "fear of the Lord" Still one of the gifts of the Holy Spirit that we receive at our Baptism Affirm in our Confirmation? Jewish and Christian scholars alike have wrestled with the Hebrew phrase Yirah Adonai Offering varied and rich commentaries Recurrent among the interpretations "Fear of the Lord" Means "awe and reverence" As in this context "Fear" Can also refer to what we feel when we love someone Deeply that we would do anything in the world not to hurt him or her Or damage our relationship with love-ones Taken together Both meanings offer us profound Wisdom towards growing each day in Ever-deepening our union with God
I want to take you on a journey, From the present back to the past. To take a moment to reflect on, A possibility of why things do not last. I want you to take some time to reflect, On some of the things that you've gone through. Some of the things that created gigantic hurdles, That you are still fighting without having any clue. I want you to remember when, Those harsh words were spoken to you. Those words that still stick in your mind, For years and years all the way through. In your original plans back in the days, You had high hopes along with your dreams. But they were diminished by the advice of some others, And caused you to go through many extremes In a sense you had been deprived of your liberty, To operate in this present of the end of the times. To meet the maximum of the most of the potential you had, You still unto this day remember the lines. And some of those situations, That you had to face, back then. Are still staring you directly in the face, Because they have never left you from within. It's a sense of your freedom being taken away, Being mentally put into confinement involuntarily. Not being able to reach successfully for the future, Because your mental state of mind was damaged purposefully. You have emotionally been locked up for so long, That you don't even realize that you are presently free. Mentally restrained or captured if I may say, You had lost your very own future's custody. If this controls you at this very moment, Then bondage still has control of you. And the goals that you have set up for yourself, You will need to be delivered in order to see them through Well we are now at present and I want to ask you this, I want to know if I were to right now ask "Are you now able to achieve your goals?" Or are you still suffering as a "Prisoner of the Past"
I'm looking in a mirror at a man I fear. The more I stare, the more I become aware, aware of all the things he done to me. Like putting me through all the heart aches, left from his breaks. Having me go through the ups and downs and the sounds of emptiness. Each time I look in the mirror the stare become vigorous, it's never a glorious feeling to feel depress. I ask him in the mirror every day the same question WHY? He replies with an extremely loud silence. So it's you I blame for the shame I have on myself. And then I point the finger at you, for leaving my soul wounds black and blue unbearable to you. O.k. then I scream at you when I'm left playing the fool. The man in the mirror just look hopelessly waiting for me to notice that it's not much of a difference between him and I. I took a dare to stare a little deeper in to the mirror as it become clearer, I got the direction that the whole time it was my reflection.
What A Leaf So green and rich Healthy as can be But I don't understand it's only a leaf Surrounded by things that perish So green and rich How could this be It's the only leaf thats standing on the tree What a strong and mighty Spiritual leaf.
You asked me what it felt like when the needle pierced my skin. As if you couldn't see the pain filled expression on my face when the needle went it. You side line, my thoughts pine, this needles still scrapping this body of mine. And yet you still don't see it but you still want to know how it feels. You ask is it like a rush, can you see, can you touch? I know you hear the faint buzzing of this needle, and the sound gets fainter when he loosens his grip, and on that tattoo gun traces of my blood are still fresh. And yet you still don't see it but you still want to know how it feels. He's halfway down my ribs, and you know on that spot the pain is big but I swear i'd take every ounce of it for you, and it's in color so it hurts more but only for you. You know I have a few other tattoos I tried to cover up too just so you don't see the mistakes and understand that for you, this is real. That needle didn't flow so gracefully kind of like our relationship, see just by the way you're sitting there asking instead of feeling I can tell you don't get it. And you know i'd do anything, walk through fire, stand in rain, spill blood, cause pain, just so that you could understand that it's real. You wanted to understand it's real with this tattoo on my body that YOU can't feel, and i'm standing here looking at the finished masterpiece like damn. Another mark i'll have to hide, this ink is burning me inside and all you have to say is "are you done?" You know I did it for you but the strangest thing about you is you still don't see it but you still want to know how it feels. Maybe you should tattoo my name on you so I know it's real!
EXISTENCE of you is beyond mankind but that diamond that fell upon you shines. I call upon you only to get no answer, I want to love you but only get to hurt, I long to hold you only to be unaccompanied. You're the eyes for what I can't see but poison that eats threw me constantly. What is it you do to me that cause me to love you over and over again? I'm here and your cancer that keep coming back, no matter how many times I think it's gone. I'm losing hair, can't sleep, and take more medication then what I eat. Can't you see what's coming upon me, (you)? Every time I think were threw I become permanently attach to you like a tattoo. Damn I'm confuse, what should I do about you. Should I move on and become free like former slaves or should I embrace what we had and try to repair our past. Do I really need you or just want you. When I look at you I see you in a distance but I'm so resistant to your love. What I need to do is erase you competently from my mind. Which is hard to do when you wine, and grind, on me and then whisper slowly its all mine. Should I try to bandage up the deeply wounded heart or leave it so that I'm all torn apart. Should I make you my wife or hold on to my life. Should I return with my emotions black and blue so that we can remain like this poem untitled. BY.LEVORE ADAMS
It was my first time, her first time, and now our first child. I wish I had waited a while longer because stroking it a little harder made me a farther. I would be dead wrong dead wrong to tell her I don't want to be bothered. Ah I'm still a little boy not ready to take that stand as a man. Damn only if I would have use protection. It's to late to take back what's already been done. I cant believe I'm going to have a son. I question my self, should I be apart of their life, or wait to start fights about me and the baby looking nothing alike. Should I really take responsibility for my kid or maybe I can tell her I'm leaving to go do a bid. I think I'm going to stick it through, although That did get me where I'm at now. Maybe fatherhood is something I need to make my life complete. I'm going to hang around and be the best farther figure I can be for my son and having unprotected sex is done.
My name is Mr. Moore, And I'm 5'2". If you're a young a black male, I care about you. I am the father of two daughters, And the husband of one. I believe in running, Until the race is done. I appreciate music, I appreciate it much. I am a drummer, With a distinct touch. I enjoy the sound of a saxophone, And if you mention Jesus Christ, IT'S ON. I play both drums, And sax by ear. I can play the rhythmic notes, If they are near. I like counting money, Because I'm crazy about math. I have a little "hooping" skills, So don't get in my path. I had coached for five years, Being champs of the final three. Was put out at the buzzer, The first two were defeats. I had been with "The Academy", For eight years now. "Tricks of the Trade", Was about showing young men how. I am unique, And like a little rhythm. That is why I wrote, "My Bio" to be a poem.
The hood in me is too much to see but its all a matter of reality. You either get down or lay down, or just be a nobody, Yeah that's how the hood seems to be. The hood ain't got love its all smiles and cries, the hood will give up on you and let you die without saying goodbye. The hood in me wont let me be free. Instead it gets me locked up in a place far away. Now I'm sitting here looking stupid cause i ain't in the hood today. Thinking about when I'm gone go home to smoke my next blunt, or Prayin and hopin that I can get a chance to run, back to the hood just one more time, to tell all my hood fam' that I love em' and goodbye!
Life is hard and life hurts There are things that you have to go through to become who you are MEANT to be. Life isnt always fun and life can break your spirit. As in the wild, only the strong survive I'm losing the fight and I really need to change because I'm tired of living like this. I put myself into the strong category so I will be the one to survive. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger. I'm going to make it and everything will be alright.
I travel down this never before seen path. Thoughts are running through my mind but the longer I stay on these crossroads I'm otter time. Is it wrong for me to wants what's mine, a future, education, a dream. It just seem like my answer can't be found on these cross roads. But I insist on traveling down this dark scary passage that look like it's bring me to a early casket. It's coming to point where a decision must be made and a young life has to be saved. As long as I don't run into a dead-end, I will continue my journey till the very end.
Child if you don't get yo nappy head; Imma give you something to cry about. Get yo butt over here. Say one mo thang. Ima beat the black off of ya. Wait til i'm finish. I bet not hear another word. It'll hurt me more than It'll hurt you. You act up here, I'ma act with you. Im aint chasing after you. I put you in this world I sho nuff can take you out. That's a black mama.
A lot of homicides are taking place, The actual damage is being done. By more than just the one item alone, That we know of as a gun. Plenty of rapes are being committed, By a one that doesn't even have hands. Neither do they have legs to run with, Yet they are used by mere mortal man. You see this one item has wounded, A great many soldiers; it has. Physically in wars; the Civil, and in Vietnam, Still, mentally, a great many more it has. They enter in, yes through the head, They poison our feeble little minds. The damage that they do is tremendously worse, We are left in a mere mental bind. Bullets are what they are, Though not the type we physically see. They are invisible to the necked eye, But the damage is done mentally. We are trying to grow in grace and, Taught the "Word" in and out. Instead of having your faith showing outward, Someone has planted a bullet of doubt. With goals ahead and unsure time, You're striving to bring those closer and nearer. But before you have really gotten in the grove, Here comes a bullet of fear. Committed to a one who, Is just as much committed to you. But bullets of negativism come your way and, Now you cannot make it through. Being looked down upon for going against the trend, All you're doing is just being nice. Being on the top about to be shot not once, But with bullets of jealousy, shot thrice.
Its no secret, Im a beautiful creation He is flawless and there is no exaggeration Just one kiss can be an addicting situation Together we can have beautiful relations Its been a while since we laughed, since we talked Since we've made love or that is what we thought But either way it was so passionate so soft He still on my mind, its been hard to get him off Does he understand this not a joke? Is he that afraid so he pretends he doesnt know?
It's time for our youth to take a stance they can start by simply pulling up their pants. Yes saggy pants have been here a while, perhaps it's time to try a new style. You wonder why you can't get a job, it's that much harder if you look like a slob. It's a style that came straight out of prison, it's not you but the style that I'm dissin.' I know you'll say that you don't care, but folks are tired of looking at your underwear! Much worse you're constantly showing your behind, If you think that's cute you've lost your mind. You do it because everyone else is doing it, you can't be different just a little bit? Just who are you really trying to impress? You're walking around looking a mess. You're pulling up your pants every step you take, at least use a belt for heaven's sake! All you have to do is look in the mirror, what I'm saying to you would become much clearer. Your pants are so low that you can't even run, but they work real well for concealing a gun. These words of advice are for the ladies too, your saggy pants just aren't cute boo. Judging you is really not my intention, this is something I needed to mention. So pulling up your pants could be worth while, now you've created your own funky style!
For all that life has given me nothing is more greater than being a mom, that is the one thing in life that I cherish the most is to have been able to be a part of your lives to get to know each of you as the indiviuals that you are,And to have had the chance to grow with you and see where your lives would take you has been the best trip I've enjoyed,I know there are still more rides to enjoy on this road and I hope we continue to share those rides together whether good or bad I wouldn't want to share the ride with anyone else beside me except you,alway's knowthat whether I'm near or far,my heart and love will alway's be with you,to remind you your never far from my mind or thee heart, you have truly rewarded me in so many ways that I will never be able to repay you for the joy's and the lessons you have taught me,I only hope that when I've left your side that you have enough of my love in you to be able to walk on with all that I have tried to pass on to you,may it be enough to keep your heart strong.When i'm no longer there to hear the words you speak in person or by phone and when your mind starts to play games of the loss you feel,I only hope the heart will go on to pump the love I have for you thru your veins as a vessel of my love ,my mother had alway's let me know in words that I was loved but it's important to me that you be able to read this when you feel the need to be sure where my heart lies,we will never agree completely on alot of things but that will never stop the love that flows thru my heart,keep these words close to your heart and let them alway's echo as a reminder of what I feel for you,my children. love, mom
Tell me whats the purpose the purpose of why the grass is green and it can be any color it wants puropse of birds flying people walking fish swimming whats the purpose can you explain why? Tell me why we had civil rights leaders whats the purpse of them risking their lives all the marches, all the speeches, the life risking broken families, boycotts, sitdowns, riots whats the puropse of these people doing this, going through this whats your purpose martin luther king whats your purpose malcolm x was it for these bad little kids who purposely take things for granted education, dropping out, getting suspended that their grandparents didnt have wanna spend more time on the streets than in some books bettering themselves but instead they rather kill themselves illing themselves with gang violence sex, drugs, peer pressure life little boys growing up doing what with their lives busy hustling, smoking what these boys should do? little girls destorying their lives getting pregnant, sleeping with any man that tells them they love them save these children this is the purpose of our generation save the children change ourselves save society and if thats not our duty then whats our purpose?
An epitaph spoilt by an oxymoron; the journey of a twisted smile within a plastic face; a testimony of color sprayed in the subway, overgrown and wanting- city bound. My home base. Sanctioned by the night, steal from the darkness and luminous pathways within sweet, blinding light. Steal to the streets and recapture the home grounds. City spaces, i'm home bound. Where I long for a tomorrow but I can't get through today. As the law enforces that we can't spray on the walls, there bares our mark, from our covert, civic creed that hunts for open spaces to leave our memories in the dark. My people, my creed enchant the common faces with perilous and heroic statements. Counter action; we place these in all places. Testament to the memory that we will gaze at through our dreams, our people share the vision with all but only from conservative screams. Misunderstood so must be fearful. Washed away from the public but the images will be tagged forever, dragged down into the pits of our creation. Relived by spraying amongst the open spaces that alter from the changing tides of our mind. Glory to the architects whom compose the scriptures that will be sprayed away in due time. But will be avenged from the darkness as the city walls are a canvas of the reflections of our mind.
Me im who i am not who u want me to be You wont break my spirit cuz I let the Streets flow through me I look like im 18 but im bout to bust 22 Im tryna get my pen burnin like heat from a gun Killin the dj scene like second hand smoke kills ya lungs People say the streets will test ya like some SATS I watch young lovers boys and gurls battle against STD's So many tryna to open doors to fame without obtaining the right keys Everbody wants to standout like a fresh throwback Yall couldnt get the picutre even if ya name was Kodak No im not on mtv but I still bring the Direct Effect I can stay in between the lines but only God does it perfect Im tryna raise hip-hop like its a whole new epidemic Yet some brothas tryna race like they in the special olympics So even if they do win they still gonna end up being retarded Hip-hops is not where going it just were im from Im just an urban prince writing my life as a lyric from a poet Blacks was what i was made not my style of livin My urban thoughts are my pens expressions for the world to see From any given sunday to the emancipation of kiki this is where my mind expands from Urban Thoughtz are what i have not what try to invision To stay writing my soul through my pen is my Hearts Decision
Strange is it to me that we all grew up in the same Ghetto where I came from. Yet, we can't see it's not the white man we are trying to beat? Take a look around you and tell me if you see what I see... No white man, broke that glass in your street? No white man, made that brother get drunk or high off weed? No white man, made that brother steal your TV? No white man, made that brother drop out of school? No white man, made that brother put that gun to someone's head? The picture I see, is so plain to me, it's just you and me? You're the one's turning this place into this Ghetto you see... So, you tired of the ghetto and you want to get out? I think not? Because you're all too busy blaming the white man for all your own faults.
Waking up in the morning, Knowing that if your hair isn't proper your going feel the sting. It shouldn't be this way but shallowness is what makes the world twist and turn. Beautiful people get hired every day and we'll never know if it was because of their stunning ness or their portfolio. Honestly the first thing you do in the morning is check in the mirror. It's not because your shallow, you just want to make sure that you look good because you know that people talk and if they do it shouldn't be you that's ever mentioned. It hurts to hear whispers in the air and your name is being thrown every where and there's nothing you can do about it. Fix yourself up, even add a little make up to hide the things that even a magnifying glass couldn't see. You turn in the mirror in your most expensive high heel shoes, Your just going to the office but god knows the trip there is like a fashion show. Your just walking down your block but it feels like a run way, Girls can't help but check each other out it's just the principle female instinct. All this pressure to make yourself look good 20 dollars down the drain at the best salon to get your hair done and then it's sweated out in the hot summer sun. What's the use you start to think, but you could never ever change... even if you decided to chop it all off you would still have to pay to keep it straight. You want to look like holly Barry that's a tough act to follow, she makes it look so easy and then you end up looking like some knock off. Are you from canal street some fake guy will ask? Because I could sworn I saw you your just another copy cat. Ouch that hurt you though as you kneeling down in the mirror trying your best to survive the sharks that are thirsty for blood. Tears pouring down your face and you cry until the morning. The tears have dried and your eyes are red, hair is puffy so you grab that comb and hurry the same routine. It's sad but it's true some say beauty should be natural but there's only few who are natural bueaties.
True Brotha Strong, black, intelligent man One who has praise can stand Proud, honest, loves himself, that's why we need one another's help. True Brotha Yes, you are to me. Your friend has my heart going triple beat. Doesn't that remind you of Miss Stephanie? The glazing, the passion, the lovers eyes, the "Oh, your always on my mind" True Brotha Slow music in the background Sweet chocolate lying on the bed now Roses sitting in a chair Lights off, candles everywhere Waiting for your lady to appear Does this describe you? Or do I have what's coming up next confused? Cause I think your Valentines Day Is going to go this way. True Strong Brotha
people look at my skin like im different but im the same they hit me spit on me they call me Niger but deep inside im the same as any one else i cry pray but god is not answering me they talk about my clothes but inside i know the answer that god put me on earth for something but i know what i am a African American
Carmel skin beauty Once a truly loving and kind woman Until the streets found her and took her under. Immediately turned this child into a money chasing crack fien.Ask her what her life dream would be she would tell you "for daddy to make me his queen". This is the making of a pimps wife This little girl soon transformed into a "triff" simple minded woman who only wanted to be daddy's house wife. Being forbidden this choice she then allowed every men to entice her body, just as long as they called out the right price. This is a pimps wife With all the bling ,bling every now and again you will hear her screaming.( This is how you knew she came in late again.) this time with the redolence of alcohol and weed. "Daddy" didn't like that too much, so he thrashed her head in . Until she decided she could not take another breath. The woman was my African queen , best friend ,every man's ghetto dream, but in all reality she was me.
Hello, how are you? Yeah great my name is... Really thanks your too. Your welcome, wow whats this? Really hmm nice, yes! Mmm, boy what a nice chest! Wow, aww man can I touch? Thanks ,ooh nice and buff! So boy where you from? Oh yeah can I come? Thanks you, so you got a babe? For real what, man you got played! You see well boo Im feelen you! So tell me baby what it do? You are, so here you want my tens? okay boo you got a pen? Thanks so here you go. Call me anytime yo! (This that and some of those, I ain't say none of that stuff,I JUST FROZE!)
My love for you is deeper then the sea. I love you so much that I don't think about me. Lately I haven't been thinking about anything else. I only think of you and myself. I think we both feel that we should split apart. But the more I think about it, my life will be completely in the dark. Everytime we talk, we talk about lame stuff or nothing. Is this why our relationship is so boring? I think we need people who are more compatible with us. Maybe people who are closer and we know we can trust. Tell me, what is a relationship if you can't trust your girl? You should trust me and treasure me like a pair of pearls. When I think about us breaking up, I want to cry. Somedays I feel like I want to die. I can't even imagine the pain and sorrow I will go through. Can't you see how much I love you? I will do anything for you to trust me. I haven't done anything to make you doubt me. Baby what should do? All I can give you right now, is my love for you.
I'm a bitter fruit that fell from a tree... A bitter fruit raised in the Ghetto, no Daddy for me... I hated life and life hated me... This place was were I lived; it had made many other bitter fruits, just like me... No love did I have for this world, you see? Bitter at this world I will always be... Not one person has ever cared for me! My own Mother left me; all she wanted was that white rock...Not me! No tears from this bitter fruit will you ever see... So what if I'm a bitter fruit? Should I not have the right to be? No damn body has ever cared for me!
We are strong, wise and have the capabilities to rise. Countries have risen above communism. Women have risen above sexism. But when will we rise above the killings, rise above the deaths? We rise above the school systems and teenage troubles; but what about the rest? It's time to stop littering these streets with grief, time to give our families relief. How much more pain do you think the inner city can take? All these fallen tears are from the heartache that some of us chose to make. Live life instead of taking it, refuse death instead of creating it. Our ancestors rose above slavery, we're rising above hate; don't let these headlines ("inner city streets of boston hit 48th homicide of 2006")- become the inner cities fate. We rose above so much. We'll rise above it all; but it's time for our youth to rise before the next generation falls.
Lies,lies there they remain fulfilling the ear giving you pain saying he loves you lies of flame u dont realize it's nothing but a game wake up baby girl he so lame yall went on a date and he dont remember your name saying you the 1st girl he been with feeding you lies on the love train stringing you alone taking your heart for a ride and all he have is 3 letters pinned for his name
Born a beautiful child with dark brown skin, but my life was rough so where do I begin? My daddy left me when I was two, I became a Thug what else could I do? Destined to lose right out the gate, my life was filled with anger and hate. My mother did the best she could, but it was really tough in my neighborhood. My only role models were Pimps and Thugs, at fourteen years old I took two slugs. I decided education was not for me, I never knew what I wanted to be. By fifteen I decided to leave home, I was really scared and all alone. With no skills how would I survive? I couldn't get no nine-to- five! I started hanging out with the wrong crowd, but robbin' and stealin' didn't make me proud. Drugs and alcohol helped me with my pain, there was never sun- light always rain. I spent some of my youth incarcerated, Society's monster was now created. I began to realize that crime wasn't paying, I wanted to change you see what I'm saying? The last time I was released from prison, I knew I had to make the right decision. I finished school and got my education, staying out of trouble took lots of dedication. My mother once said to never let go, just because you were born a "child of the Ghetto."
You use the "N" word like it's going out of style; it's not just insulting but it's also vile. A six-letter word with so many implications; a word that has caused marches and demonstrations. You use the word like it's a term of endearment; why is your use of the "N" word so frequent? Do you even know the meaning of the word? Calling your own folks that is extremely absurd. If a white person said it you'd be ready to fight; but as long as it's your own folks it's cool and all right. I hear the word so often I can't even stand it; I wouldn't feel bad if our Lawmakers banned it! Rapper does that word help your rhymes flow? Are there any more positive words that you know? Does saying the "N" word empower you? Can you go without using it an hour or two? Whoops you slipped up and said it again! Do all of your sentences have to start with "N?" Are you trying to show your level of intelligence? You use it every sentence but you never make sense! You say: "I use the "N" word but I don't really curse," but by using that word you have done even worse. It was one of the first words your child said; he knew that word before he ever read. I ask what kind of example you are setting. It's definitely not a good one is what I'm betting. Take the "N" word out of your vocabulary; the inability to express yourself is only momentary. It's the most degrading word our race has heard; please don't continue to use the "N" word!
You seek acceptance from a posse of thugs; you have done every- thing with them including sell drugs. You're fighting for streets that aren't even yours; many friends are gone from all of the wars. These are wars that can't be won; can anyone remain standing when all is said and done? The cycle of violence never ends; sooner or later you'll run out of friends. Do you really believe that they are your friends? You look at me and say: "well that all depends." Would they visit you if you were incarcerated? Their true allegiance to you would be demonstrated. When you're incarcerated you will be on your own; they won't even call you on the telephone! If you were killed they wouldn't even pay their respects; you can see how much loyalty for you that reflects! They would pour out some liquor for their fallen comrade; you truly have potential so it would really be sad. Listen to these words from an Educated Poet; I'm telling the truth and I am sure that you know it. Yesterday your Posse took out someone's brother; you said: "well he shouldn't have wore the wrong color!." Maybe they took him out for being in your hood; whatever the reason it was definitely not good. It's so easy for you to take someone out; but you don't even know what life's all about. If you want a war you can join the Army; go to Iraq and be all you can be! Get out of the gang before it's too late; even if you have to move from your state. You say you're hoping to be around for a while; I suggest you give up that "Gang Banger" life style.
Grown men be looking at me. But I can't figure out what they see. Is it my young face, And my small waist. Is it my eyes Or my thick as thighs. Is it my smile Or my sassy style. Is it my lucious lips That remind them of tulips. Is it my curves Because I know they constantly observe. Or is it my Personatlity That fits me so tightly.
They Took His Pulse _ _ _ _ Now, they're Looking for Us Up and down the Street Drive-By-Boys …. Packin' Heat ! We Dissed' A Gang-Sign They Took… What was Mine Left a Blood-Soaked Message On A Pain Wracked-Package … Is He Breathin' ? … or is He Leavin' _ _ _ _ If He is… Then He Must _____ 'Cause They Took His Pulse They Took His Pulse Which left Us Furious Gotta' Let em' Know, We' Serious Do Somethin' – Delirious … We gon' Take They Pulse ! Gon' do something Perilous ! So – Infamous ! … we took each other's pulse _ _ _ _
In school by herself, Working and talking with nobody else. All alone in this worl' Is a young black girl. She is ignored and mistreated, by the teachers and students alike. If people see her they judge her, and spray paint profanity on her bike. She's still happy. Determined that her dreams will come true. Fearing nothing but fear itself, this girl is angry at nobody but herself. Angry, angry, angry. Because of being a woman. Because of the color of her skin. But, yet this girl is determined to win. She takes no stress and tries her best. Not because she's a black woman that wants to have fun, But because she is determined to be someone.
A child so young and sweet wondering would he rape me at that time in her mother's place a child so young with an innocent face so scared when the devil appear deep down inside, she cries a silent tear and knowing she lost her flower at a very young age she keeps the secrets locked up in a cage
paint me in all my imperfection and i'll be the pictur of perfection paint me in all my faults and i'll be flawless paint me in all my wrongs so i have none paint me as i am becauce i can not be changed
Late summer, late afternoon in front of the empty Pentagon the protest is over, nothing's changed, I'm walking home. But a young man, black, blue jean jacket, buttons passes in front. A smile exchanged. The truth is known.
We never met, But I'll surely bet You'll make me wet. We talk for hours, It seems your the one I'm looking for. You make me want to be your whore, I'll even let you do me on the floor, By the door or in a store. I don't really care, But if you dare Look at another female, I will make you become a she-male. If you haven't noticed, I don't play around with potentially good pick, Especially if we watching a flick. With your words, I feels so damn sexy, All I want is for you to come bite me. I've told you how I like it, So don't fight it, 'Cause that urge you have in those pants, Isn't telling you to dance, But telling you to prance.... Around Butt-Ass-Naked!!! Hold up, Wait a Minute!!! All this talk is getting me sad, To the point I might just get mad, But don't worry just yet, I'll be glad when you put it in. So Please, Don't let me keep beggin.
So many close calls Wishing I was dead right now So many close calls I gotta live for God right now So many close calls That could've ended my life right now So many close calls I gotta be a soulja right now So many close calls Thank God I'm alive right now It could've ended within a few seconds Gettin' caught up in the streets Could leave you hangin' in the streets Writing poetry to keep my mind cleared up Thinking so many thoughts in my head Wonder if it'll ever fall off So many close calls People think if the fear of dying will ever cross my mind I say no and keep reaching to the Lord Close calls could leave you speechless within a heart attack Thinking of the kids growing with no role models What about us? We gotta fight and live for the truth now
The hardest thing in life is always to say good bye...and when you realize you can't even say how you feel? i was missing my love, friend, teacher, and most importantly ma grandpa. when he was on his death bed i was ready to say good bye before i said hello. so now that i have realized i will never see him again i feel bad. he use to tell me things and now i'm just beginning to understand them... when i want to ask questions...i know i can't now... he always told me i would do something great...now i have...(my writting) but he will never be able to see me going them...only looking down on me... i feel as thought i have failed you...but you were right...me and cheyenne are getting along better... i have written so many poems but this is the hardest because i have to put so much onto this one... i remember when i was real young...you use to tell me that "can't" wasn't in the robertson dictionary... and i would say that i'm not a robertson...and all you would do is smile... as i think back their was so much i could have learned from you and didn't... and now to this day i'm still using can't...so i have failed you because i have given up... and truth be told sometimes i still can't get over your eturnal slumber... i miss the lessons you never got to teach me... one thing i will do like a robertson is i keep trying...just for you...only you... so as i say my prayers...keep me in mind and help me...keep my faith...and my love Tis is a free verse poem for my grandpa Willie Robertson May you Rest In Peace and watch over me Sun Set 2004
See now you known well in tha hood by selling weed Im known well in tha hood for doing good deads Now tha seperates us very much But you known for knockmin niggaz out with 1 punch Im dont run to watch.... I jus shake my head and eat my lunch When I grow up I wanna finish College When you grow up you wanna make an illegel profit Now we may have grown up in tha same place But we definately go end up and a different place I dont expect you to follow my dreams But I want you to be sure you follow the real things All you see is making money fast But being a dope man aint go always last So when you finnally relize your potental or if you dont Ima al ways be with you
I am a black woman. Black woman am I. This black woman is strong, and never ever shy. Could you look up to a black woman, of nobility and pride? Or look up to her for her intelligence, so vast and wide? Are you afraid of her serious face or piercing eyes? Do you feel sorrow when she cries? Do you know a black woman from Africa-ka-ka, But because of slavery now lives in America-ka-ka? How do you compare yourself to her? Or do you at all? Does your level of intelligence differ from hers and all? Could you be friends with a black woman, of attitude and style... Or would you stab her in the back after awhile? Are you impressed with this woman of color? Impressed with her courage? What about her pride? Yes, as am I. And you ask why. Because this woman is you, you, and her... but best of all this woman is I!
LIfe is real It's what you feel You inhale problems And out come answers You have to know what's right and wrong To have success Your whole life long Yeah, they call me flow Only because they don't know My name for real But that's for me to know And to not reveal Unless You can just see it on my profile If your'e not too lazy Ha! I'm so crazy But ,back to business On the weekends I'ts life time to take a break From depressing feelings But after 48 hours I bet you all can see It's just back to life Back to reality FLOW!


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]]>10 iconic spots around the city, 10 pictures, 10 Montreal moments for the scrapbook. Can you complete the #MTLMOMENTS photo challenge? Check out the challenge guide below, but obviously feel free to improvise and add your own along the way and make your own #MTLMOMENTS…
FARINE FIVE ROSES: One of the most photographed landmarks in the city. There are many places you can spot the Farine Five Roses sign, but it might be easier to spot while it flashes red at night! (Photo by vianeee)
THE GUARANTEED PURE MILK BOTTLE: Designed in Art Deco style in 1930 by Hutchison, Wood & Miller architects as advertising for the Guaranteed Pure Milk Company. It weighs 6 tonnes and stands 10 meters tall. (Photo by mtl_crane)
THE GIANT CROSS: The large religious symbol still shines above Montreal's Plateau neighbourhood. You might be able to see it from afar, but how close can you get? (Photo by noraofthewoods)
THE MAISONNEUVE MONUMENT: This statue of Paul de Chomedey de Maisonneuve, the founder of Montreal, was erected in 1895 as part of Montreal's 250th anniversary celebrations. (Photo by mathildefortier)
The beautiful houses of the Plateau covered in snow. In spring. Sighs… The sun will come out tomorrow! (Photo by Cesar De Alba)
"MAN" BY ALEXANDER CALDER: This massive twisting nickel sculpture is rumoured to be the most expensive piece of art in all of Canada, insured at 50 million dollars. Standing near this beauty also gives one of the most spectacular skyline views of the city! (Photo by claudiakaryne)
PODIUM, CAULDRON, AND THE OLYMPIC RINGS: Tourists and Montrealers love taking pics of friends and family posing a top the podium in front of the Roger Taillibert designed stadium built for the 76' Summer Olympic Games. (Photo by jfgreer78)
NOTRE-DAME BASILICA: See the spot where Celine Dion got married and catch an incredible light show! (Photo by Fernanda Mendes)
THE FUNKY STEEL CHAIRS: You'll have to scour the tree-lined streets of Montreal's Plateau neighbourhood to find this cluster of unique steel chairs surrounding a very unique world map fountain.The installation was designed by Michel Goulet and titled "Les Leçons Singulières." (Photo by jfsavaria)
OSCAR PETERSON MURAL: This beautiful mural by Gene Pendon of jazz legend Oscar Peterson is located in the neighbourhood he was born and raised in.
ORANGE JULEP: The very unique restaurant Orange Julep is a giant orange. (Photo by Eve Martel.)
GEORGE-ÉTIENNE CARTIER MONUMENT: This tall and stately monument is a popular summer meeting spot where every Sunday gather for the popular TamTams to relax and soak in the sun. (Photo by tradewinds2507)
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]]>Even with the temperature dipping thanks to the polar vortex, Montrealers and visitors alike have been braving the cold to capture some spectacular (and sometimes peculiar) #MTLMOMENTS…
A bike that isn't biking anywhere soon. (Photo by k4milia)
Fireworks explode during New Year's Eve celebrations in Montreal's Old Port. (Photo by antoinecoallier)
Boulevard Saint-Laurent hotspot Globe rings in 2014 with a "Wild & Gold" theme. (Photo by montrealglobe)
While we humans freeze our digits off, husky dog Apollo relishes the colder temperatures. (Photo by redoxreaction)
Just beyond the window frost is a quintessential Montreal street. (Photo by etvlan)
A latte from Le Moineau Masque (912 Marie Anne) warms the soul and treats the tongue's taste buds. (Photo by montrealaddict)
The doctor is in at Luminotheraphie. Find it at Place des Festival in Quartier des Spectacles. (Photo by maryhellyeah)
Icicles may be dripping from the historic Smith House on Mont-Royal, but inside they're serving up warm beverages and meals at Cafe des Amis. (Photo by mary_m197)
Capture #MTLMOMENTS at frames found around the city, like this one in Old Montreal. (Photo by fauvedoucet)
The very snowy view from atop the Tour de Montreal at the Olympic Stadium. (Photo by aurelien44)
Ice skating in the Old Port is very fashion friendly. (Photo by ramouha)
A few brave Montrealers bundle up to brave the -30˚C weather to go skating. (Photo by mevallieres)
A bike with snow tires, #WelcomeToCanada. (Photo by artnanoux)
A picture perfect Montreal during winter. (Photo by rafael_garcia1979)
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]]>Montreal is marching towards its 375th anniversary in 2017; counting from 1642 when Ville-Marie was founded by Maisonneuve and Jeanne Mance. With a history so tumultuous and rich, several museums are dedicated to cataloging everything that's gone down on this small island sitting tight in the St. Lawrence river…
The following selection of photographs of Montreal are from the McCord Museum Archives. They offer a rare glimpse back into yesteryear; when the Old Port was a new port, the Plateau was countryside, and the things we see in museums today were fresh, new and fashionable.
By 1884, Montreal's Rue de la Commune was a thriving hub of trade and industry. Fast forward to 2013 and it's now a protected historical site; home to Montreal's Science Centre, which is screening a 3D movie about sharks; Bota-Bota, a spa on a boat; and hosts Divers/Cité's Mascara, North America's largest drag show.
Montreal's Plateau is home to artists, students, and Montrealers who love the vibes that old homes with curved staircases on tree-lined streets give off. But once upon a time back in 1925, these were new triplex developments far in the suburban countryside. As you can see by the people in the photo, the Plateau has always been popular with hipsters. Nowadays a stroll through the neighbourhood will allow you to discover places like L'Aquarium, a spa where fish eat the dead skin off your feet.
The year is 1937 and construction on Holt Renfew - Montreal's most fabulous department store – is nearing completion. Holt Renfrew is still in the original location selling upscale fashion to luxury lovers. Any dapper gentleman looking for some swanky clothes should definitely check it out. Harry Rosen and L'Uomo Montreal on Peel, along with Ogilvy Monsieur at the corner of Saint-Catherine and De La Montagne are also great places for men to shop!
Back in 1890 this beautiful (maybe was considered hideous and plain at the time?) building on Saint Catherine street housed Henry Morgan's Department Store. Today it is the flagship store of The Bay and is connected to surrounding shopping centres via an underground tunnel network called Reso. You can get from Promenades Cathedrale and Place Montreal Trust to Place Ville Marie without ever braving the snow!
Boulevard Saint Laurent is nicknamed "The Main" because it's a central artery that splits Montreal west and east. The strip became a central Jewish district from 1870 and into the early 1900s with a flood of poor Jewish immigrants; who quite literally would get off the boat in the Old Port, and walk up Saint Laurent with their luggage and settle down. While many of the Jewish institutions were destroyed after 1950, culinary landmarks like Schwartz's and Moishes Steakhouse still stand. Saint Laurent has evolved into a boulevard of boutiques, bars, and restaurants.
Approximately 127 years ago Montreal suffered a massive flood. The flood was so crazy you could canoe through Square Victoria. 127 years later Square Victoria is bone dry and now home to the only W Hotel in Canada.
Did you know Mont Royal used to have an elevator? Back around 1900 people were merrily ferried up and down to enjoy the spectacular view. Now we have to enjoy a beautiful hike up like cavemen.
No, it's not Lady Gaga's newest look. It's an amazing plastic face cone from 1939 that Montrealers used to wear to protect their faces from snow storms. Can we bring this back? We're bringing this back.
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Taste MTL, November 1-11, 2013
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]]>Sea bass carpaccio with ouzo pearls and beets. Taken at Chez L'Epicier (311 Rue Saint Paul East) by @mocali.
A venison tartare with foie gras and a pumpkin dressing. Taken at La Chronique (99 Avenue Laurier Ouest) by @mayssamaha.
In the words of the Instagramer: "Parmesan-crusted goat cheese lollipops, pancetta on a mini clothesline, lobster bisque cappuccino, and cheese sticks served to us in a cigar box (photo N/A). This restaurant is definitely amusing my bouche so far." Taken at Europea (1227 Rue De La Montagne) by @midami.
Quail appetizer at the award-winning Toque! (900 Place Jean-Paul-Riopelle) taken by @eatinq.
A birthday girl celebrates with her friends. Taken at Baxo (343 Saint-Paul West) by @stephsophmtl. P.S. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Just before the dinning experience outside Barroco (312 Rue Saint Paul West). Taken by @carolynwheatley.
Dubbed "the finale: scallop sashimi, cucumber, green apple and fir powder." Taken at Restaurant Laloux (250 Avenue des Pins West) by @thebuttermelts.
This one is a doozy: "Slow-roasted cod, forbidden rice, escabeche of mussels, peppers, & chorizo, cod brandade cromesqui and poulette sauce with saffron." Taken at Auberge Saint-Gabriel (426 Rue Saint Gabriel) by @tastymontreal.
What's that main dish? Skate fish. Taken at Brasserie T! (1425 Rue Jeanne-Mance) by @lalaladyc.
The lobster bisque cappuccino. Take a moment to let that one sink in. Taken at Europea (1227 Rue De La Montagne) by @lolotaj.
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I love this hotel in Kona. It is marketed as "on the water" and it is! Only three floors of about 20 rooms, no elevator needed, clean with a lovely pool so close to the water that it is refreshed by the ocean from time to time. No TV or phone so even more perfect! A small property so going up to your room for a refreshment or snack is quick and easy. No need to walk blocks to your room as most large resorts. I want to live here and cannot wait for our next visit.
- Official Description (provided by the hotel):
- Boutique hotel on the water. ... more less
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- Kona Tiki Kailua
- Hotel Kona Tiki
- Kona Tiki Hotel Hawaii/Kailua-Kona


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