From the Vault: black light fandango
black light fandango
(March 28, 2001)
dear sir and ma’am:
under the black light everything felt right
wish it could have lasted all night
three parts and three hearts and no false starts on that night
(this is no explication but a dedication to him and her and me)
three thirsty souls in the center of a sea
of bodies
like two sharks we encircled her
obeying the Miami bass
we grinded and freaked
and grinded and freaked
like ticking, like tocking
like grandfather clocking
like sucking and fucking we wished we were doing
her and me at the same time
so when we came together (to dance)
you got a snake in your hips and started to prance
you’d never been in a circle of three degrees
a circle of amour, not knowing what was in store
it was just a fucking party and we were just freaking this girl,
this girl was the last one on earth because she gave me my first hard on in years
and i had no fears, even if “oh, shit! what if I am straight?”
through the stench of cigarettes and sweat, i still made you and her wet
we encircled her
you touched my arm
i touched your hand
and suddenly we three understand
if this ever could really happen
it could only be her, you, and me
only that night
the crowd disappears around us and all that’s left is the black light
stranding three bodies in the black sea –
just her, you, and me
i touch you, you touch me, we touch she but
does she even need to be there for us to be aware
of the erectile function unifying our conjunction
we are fucking each other through her but
does she feel the prick, does she ride it, does she feel like a queen
inspiring the manhood of two to arise in between
you cannot look me in the eyes, ashamed at the blatant display of lust
that has caused this show
ashamed that
we each had someone else but they didn’t know
that she was the only woman that could make me think twice
and i was the only man that could make you think twice
and twice plus twice was about to get real nice
raw energy bubbling under skin threatening to explode
we were live we were hype we were the essence of sex
fluid crowds evaporating to reveal
you and you and i, he and she and me, girl and guy and guy
we are free
love: me
Posted on March 19, 2007 at 7:22 AM
Impure Thoughts While Walking to the Liquor Store
Pure memories can’t clean my dirty head
My locks entangle more than just the dread
My scalp does capture thoughts lascivious
The memories of men mysterious
I walk away in order to be free
For crazy men are always watching me
Expecting love that’s given out for naught
Remembering past loves I had forgot
My attitudes have changed, and this mindset
Peculiar, my past I should forget
But corner men cannot forget my sheets
I can’t forget their smell each night I sleep
Posted on February 28, 2007 at 7:46 AM
the knot inside me grows
the knot inside me grows
the more i know
i like you
but you have a man
who certainly understands why i would
because
well
look at you
you might not see what i do, but
trust
when i say that you are beautiful
i choose words carefully
and unveil them like new treasures
you know me…okay
so far
i want to know you better because
the knot inside my stomach grows the more i know
that i could really really love you
but you’re not leaving him any time soon
and
i
am not
going
to cry
even as poetry man plays
and i split inside myself once
i am half
and each half is half
and each half is half
and i am decimated into a trillion tear sized pieces of myself
because i am not that kind of man
you are his
yet you run your fingers through my hair
the last time someone did that
i was a fetish
and i shaved myself so it wouldn’t happen again
but you reached
and you caressed
and i allowed
and i touched
and i caressed
and i knew i was wrong
but i see you and my heart decides not to talk to my mind about this situation
because my mind has turned into a puddle of pieces of a mind
because i was a wreck last night
and cried and cried and cried
until i wasn’t even myself anymore
i was a dream
a dream that you threw a pillow and a blanket at me and gave me your couch
yet i still didn’t know if your man was at home
so i woke
and crept
and stared at your body while you slept
and i didn’t see him
but i didn’t see me either
i was in the shadows
waiting
fucking longing
and the knot inside my motherfuckin stomach grows the more i motherfuckin know
that i love you
even as poetry man plays
i won’t let you see a single goddamn tear
even though i’d kill to have you near
around
inside
my tears create the rolling tide
Posted on October 8, 2006 at 1:33 PM | Comments (1)
explanation
to explain the previous post...and all behind it...requires an explanation of self. i am, by nature, a passionate individual and i possess a rather large heart. there are so many issues that have gone wrong within our community, and i feel as though nothing is being done. granted, we have a lot of work to do, and there is much to be accomplished still, for we have yet to reach the promised land.
but our leaders have been silenced and in the removal of their voices, so went our hope. where is that hope? that passion that i know runs through the blood of every black person? there are days where i believe we have given up on the dream...or have forgotten it completely. and...that is a thought that shakes me to my very core.
"strong men" by sterling brown is one of my favorite poems, and after reading, i hope u can see why. yet i am still not content with our position within this society. and i guess the poem i wrote was an outpouring of that frustration and angst and the feeling of unrest that i have felt for awhile now.
do i have an answer to the problem? not quite. but i know that if u want to see change, u have to be change. as Gandhi once said "be the change you wish to see in the world." we as a people have such a large task at hand, sometimes i wonder where to begin with it all...but ive wondered long enough i suppose. in order to take steps in the right direction, i - we - must first take one. i can, i am, and i must. i owe it to...us. we owe it to ourselves. there is no individual success lest we help others to succeed in the process. lift as you climb...it isnt just about you. it's about us.
-storme
Posted on March 29, 2006 at 6:00 PM | Comments (2)
a promise broken
to provide a sort of background for all im about to say, read this poem:
Strong Men
by Sterling Brown
They dragged you from homeland,
They chained you In coffles,
They huddled you spoon-fashion in filthy hatches,
They sold you to give a few gentlemen ease.
They broke you in like oxen, They scourged you,
They branded you,
They made your women breeders,
They swelled your numbers with bastards. . . .
They taught you the religion they disgraced.
You sang:
Keep a-inchin' along
Lak a po' inch worm. . . .
You sang:
Bye and bye
I'm gonna lay down dis heaby bad . . .
You sang:
Walk togedder, chillen,
Dontcha git weary. . . .
The strong men keep a-comin' on
The strong men git stronger.
They point with pride to the roads you built for them
They ride in comfort over the rails you laid for them
They put hammers in your hands
And said — Drive so much before sundown.
You sang:
Ain't no hammah
In dis lan',
Strikes lak mine, bebby,
Strikes lak mine.
They cooped you in their kitchens,
They penned you in their factories,
They gave you the jobs that they were too good for,
They tried to guarantee happiness to themselves
By shunting dirt and misery to you.
You sang:
Me an' muh baby gonna shine, shine
Me an' muh baby gonna shine.
The strong men keep a-comin' on
The strong men git stronger. . . .
They bought off some of your leaders
You stumbled, as blind men will. . . .
They coaxed you, unwontedly soft-voiced. . . .
You followed a way.
Then laughed as usual.
They heard the laugh and wondered;
Uncomfortable;
Unadmitting a deeper terror. . . .
The strong men keep a-comin' on
Gittin' stronger. . . .
What, from the slums
Where they have hemmed you
What, from the tiny huts
They could not keep from you —
What reaches them
Making them ill at ease, fearful?
Today they shout prohibition at you
"Thou shalt not this."
"Thou shalt not that."
"Reserved for whites only"
You laugh.
One thing they cannot prohibit —
The strong men . . . coming on
The strong' men gittin' stronger.
Strong men. . . .
Stronger. . . .
i love that poem and the message within it. yet these days i have been feeling a certain way about us and so...here is something i wrote..as a reply i suppose (to see the poem in it's true form, go to my site).
Stronger
by storme
u promised
promised that after
400+ years of
oppression
400+ years of
rape and injustice
400+ years of
lynchings and hatred
and being downtrodden...
you promised me
the strong men
those who'd rise from the ashes
like the phoenix to
liberate and
give us free
i believed in those men those
strong men
i heard their footsteps filled with
purpose filled with
determination filled with
love for us
long before i came to this earth
and as i look around
i wonder....where
have all the
strong
men
gone? have they forgotten
us? leaving us
in a land not our own
a land that hates the descendants
of the very hands
who built it up
a land that would rather
spit
us
out
than swallow the
bitter truth
of all the atrocities committed
against us
where have those men gone?
those
strong
men
its like they
faded…
to…
black…
and back into the
shadows they went
lying in wait
for what i dont know
in times when fathers
are no longer
part of the family
unit
and mothers raise
hurt and
angry babies
in a society designed for their
demise
why do the
strong
men
hesitate to action?
where is the
hope?
where are the
heroes?
where are the
leaders?
where?
and when will they return
to set things right?
to guide us
towards complete freedom
to guide us
out of the darkness
to lift from our eyes
the veil of complacency
that has kept many of us
at bay
for so long?
you promised me....
the
strong
men
would keep on a-commin'
that they would just keep
gettin stronger
but what good is
strength
unseen
unfelt
unheard?
ive
waited
and
waited
for these men
these
strong
men
one can only wait
for so long
the re volution was
never televised
because
the re volution
died with the birth of the
bling
now we sing
a song for massah
again
blackface
for the 21st century
welcome to the future in past
participle
i tried
tried to hold on
tried to stay strong
and wait for those
strong
men
waiting does nothing
as we continue
to die
as we continue
to stumble in darkness
blinded
by our false
sense of comfort
our false
sense of equality
this is not the land
this is not the world
that
malcolm
martin
angela
rosa and
medgar died for...
those were our
strong men
those were our
strong women now
silenced and seemingly
forgotten
expect for the
28 days
in which we celebrate our blackness
28 days
of celebration
isnt enough
28 days
of revisiting our history
isnt enough
the days of slavery
are not so far removed
that they should be forgotten
those marches made
and children slain
and shouts for freedom
are not so far removed
that they should be forgotten
there is strength
in this blood
there is history
in this blood
there is the desire to make a stand
in this blood
lest we not forget who we are
lest we not forget where from whence we came
lest we not forget those
strong
men
of the past
the time for
waiting is over
the time for
action is now
time to
arise and
take claim of what is ours
forget 40 acres
what was promised
long ago has been forgotten
not all things shall be given
it is time to
take it
by
any
means
necessary
the strong
woman
is comming
she just
keeps
getting
stronger
Posted on at 11:26 AM | Comments (0)
thanks…
candle light and cloth napkins my best china wine glasses i made/was: stuffing that comforted you ham that sustained you greens that enriched you yams that sweetened you rolls that filled you cranberry sauce i accepted the bitter with the sweet but you were the turkey
Posted on December 25, 2005 at 7:47 PM | Comments (0)
january 10, 2001
dreamed about u last night
2 bad u’re not here
i was next 2 u again last night
so sad u’re not here
honing my abilities 2 traverse
a time zone by thinking of u
again
wondering when i’ll see u
again
can i call u up 1 day
and remind u how sweet my
tongue is in your mouth
will your roommate mind if
i bone u through the phone
try 2 b quiet about it
be discreet
u know u’re a freak
remember me
feel my mouth on those places
u can’t see
and let your hands reach 4 me
but i’m not there
flashback, come on yourself
just as if i were there
but i’m not
yet
do u want 2 remember what
being married was like
think of philadelphia
during 4 days in december
friendloverbrother
u took care of me
i took care of u
remember being
so exhausted that
we could not carry on
remember
my:
skin
hands
my wonder
as u sleep
2night and dream of me
if i were there 2night
i would b your man
Posted on December 23, 2005 at 5:00 AM | Comments (1)
be careful
be careful what you wish for, mon frère
a poem about you could turn into
something you’re not ready for
like
the things i might do
if…
and when…
and if…
a poem about you would not be the
shrine to your perfection (that
you expect), but a
monument to the lust that
you can’t quite comprehend
cuz i be like
damn
sometimes
and forget how to speak that proper
english that you’re used to
and i be like
fuck
sometimes
when you say those little things that
make we want to walk to where you are
and rip
some things
off your body
and watch
you stand naked in front of me
watch those
facetious comments
before you find me
ringing
your doorbell
be careful what you wish for…
mon frère
Posted on December 22, 2005 at 5:00 AM | Comments (1)
dude
this dude
puts me in the mood
this dude
puts me in a good mood
...dude
i wish i could say to the dude what i feel when he puts me in this...mood
dude, it's like beyond sex, and
dude, is this what it feels like to be
treated like
a man?
...dude
this is on some other shit
this is on some real shit
this is on some "where have YOU been for the past few months" shit
dude....are you reading this?
dude....can you hear me?
you put me in the mood
you put me in a good mood
you make me wanna hang up the phone,
catch the bus to the red line
transfer to the blue line
and walk a straight line
to your crib
and knock
and say
....dude
Posted on December 21, 2005 at 5:00 AM | Comments (0)
why sun chases moon
-because god knew that we’d be playing this game for so long, he might as well just set us both in the sky, out of everybody else’s way
-and it’s ironic that you revolve around something that just revolves around me
-and i can see you, but i can’t touch you, even when you are eclipsing my light
-i keep your shit together when you spin out of control
-why does my dumb ass keep looking for you, knowing you only come out when i’m not around
-sun chases moon because he loves you, anyway
Posted on December 20, 2005 at 5:00 AM | Comments (2)
July 18, 2003
Yesterday, I was the fly spying outside your window.
I was the captain of the plane that took your father overseas.
Today, I am ninety-nine point nine percent of your thoughts.
Tomorrow, I will be one-tenth of one percent.
I stumble over memories of a past not yet manifest.
And I wonder if I cannot write prose anymore because of you.
Posted on December 19, 2005 at 5:00 AM | Comments (2)
response
with apologies to erykah badu
i want to walk up behind you and
kiss you on your neck
but
in this earthly shell
i can only reach that spot
between your shoulder blades
i walk up behind you and
kiss you there
and i am a butterfly
making love to every inch of you
exactly as god made you
a beautiful tapestry of
light and dark and light and dark and
i am the tickle that you feel right now
i could be divine and bring water to your mind
but i’d rather bring you earth
the soil from the garden where
adam and [st]eve once lived
the dirt between the toes of the free ancestors
the mud on the clothes of the enslaved
the clay from mississippi riverbeds
the soil from gardens of our grandmothers
the sand from the playgrounds and the beaches
the dirt roads you drive over
the dust that clogs my lungs
i bring earth to your mind and it
warms
soothes
nurtures
protects
it lives
it inspires
it is
me
it is
you
you and me
are divine
i give you earth and kiss you
from the inside
Posted on December 11, 2005 at 9:00 AM | Comments (0)
From the Vault: Stab
pierce my flesh with the shards of your broken promises
slash at my heart with the blades of your l’s
look
listen
like
love
club me with the heaviness of your lies
never, ever, forever
and when you’ve done all that
nail my coffin shut with the dots in your i’s
i
am not the one
i
am not the one
you
might love me with all you got
but what you got is not enough
i cannot
live like this
betrayal with a kiss
from your lips
i could wonder whether you loved my
body before you loved my mind
but it doesn’t matter
as the body was given up by the mind
in exchange for love
but the mind doesn’t understand
(even after countless experiences)
that i can’t make you love me
with my body
because my body
cant keep you
you
say you love me with all you got
but what you got just ain’t enough for me
because i have inhaled those who promised me more
and i have been with ones who done me better
maybe i got entranced by your eyes
enthralled by your lies
and by the music i was hypnotized
but i hope you don’t love me because
i ate you out the best
and i hope you don’t love me because
you might get a poem written about you
and i’m not saying i’m stronger than you but
you don’t have to worry about my blood on your hands
so
pierce my flesh with the shards of your broken promises
slash at my heart with the blades of your l’s
look
listen
like
love
club me with the heaviness of your lies
never, ever, forever
and when you’ve done all that
nail my coffin shut with the dots in your i’s
i
am not the one
i
am not the one
i
must now love you with all i got left
because all i got is the words you left me
i create my weapons
with those words
i exact my revenge
with those phrases
i lure you into the land mines of my mind
and your world evaporates into nothingness
because you forgot and slipped on my simile
and i exchange your body for your mind
because i gave up my body for your mind
but it doesn’t matter
that the mind doesn’t understand
because now
i have no body
now i have no mind
i am verse
and verse needs but a voice
you
cannot love me with all you got
because all you got is the shadow of a fraction of
what you think love is
and that for damn sure ain’t enough
just as my body wasn’t enough
to capture your mind
and your mind wasn’t enough
to tame my verse
and my verse still can’t change your lies
and i hope you don’t remember me
because i wrote a poem about you
and i hope this doesn’t make you love me
remember me because i was the voice
the unspoken word that made you say
“i wonder what he’s doing now”
so
pierce my flesh with the shards of your broken promises
slash at my heart with the blades of your l’s
look
listen
like
love
club me with the heaviness of your lies
never, ever, forever
and when you’ve done all that
nail my coffin shut with the dots in your i’s
i
am not the one
i
am not the one
Posted on September 23, 2005 at 7:12 PM
From the Vault: i am crazy
i
am
crazy
i was born in diana’s tide
with a caul over my third eye
and my umbilical cord around my neck
i was wet
like the forests of the hesperides
i inhaled and swallowed neptune’s froth
drunk with his children, i envisioned our love
underwater
an octopus crowning your head
we became one
i am touched in the head
i grew to the age of twenty-one
in as many seconds
ejaculating myself from the tide pool,
i exhaled and created you
one sliver of my thoughts yielded you
this is why i own you
i must be psycho
because i followed my visions of sameness
and conquered my fears to be with
me
you are me
because you are crazy
if we were to join, we would not cancel out
but multiply like crabs on the ocean floor
i would kill your thoughts
before i kill myself
wipe your slate clean and re-assimilate you
into my collective
i am loco
because i had a vibe
a premonition
a feeling that things were right again
but again comes the pain
look in the shallow mirror of narcissus
and see me
you cannot live without me
you are dead
you are a zombie
you cannot tame me
i own you
i am insane
because life is a plane
infinitely expanding
and you can run
but you cannot jump into the next dimension
because i created you to be inferior
i am your god
you are god-fearing
you are mortal
when i kill you
i – me – insanity
lives on
insanity is reality
your fantasy is your fallacy
i am your prophet
i am your commandment:
pray that i decide to turn back the hands of time
because i pimp the fates
i am the sheep from which they gather the wool
that they spin to thread
i hold your soul in my hand
this is why you run from me
you jump
but five brown pillars stop you
i can swallow you whole
and pass you through my system
you are more perfect as my shit
i am your last lost marble and your loosest screw
i am your garden of eden and your armageddon
i am your evil genius
i
am
you
Posted on August 11, 2005 at 12:30 AM | Comments (1)
From the Vault: Maya's Elegy
she was the beauty that existed in
the harshness of words
and the anger of arguments
she was the elegance in silence
she was…
Posted on at 12:27 AM | Comments (0)
From the Vault: untitled
I write this knowing that
if you ever see it,
it is because my heart
overruled my head,
or else I am dead.
Posted on at 12:10 AM | Comments (0)
though the roses bear thorns
seeing his
picture
was
like opening
a psychic bouquet
hurling my
mind backwards
through
time;
reliving
mistakes.
do you think about that hot night
in that magical year when
three nines became
zeroes
and
one became two
do you think about
movies
and
clichés
and
me getting lost
in college park
and finally see
ing you
and
sleeping
do you remem
ber not
calling
afterward?
do you
think
about
being the first
to do
that thing
to me?
that thing
that made
me climb
the walls?
do you remember
the dl before
jl and o?
do you
often
think of the
time that i
saw you
on the platform
at farragut north
and you pre
tended not to
know
me?
do you remember
ithaca.
when
phone
bonin’
was
in
vogue?
when you reminisce
about
him,
am i also
in that equation?
do you remember
the boy who
you loved
that lived
in the closet
and forget
the boy
who could
breathe freely
and
write you
poems?
and you.
with the brands.
both of you.
do you
remember me?
those men
i do not love.
those men
i
remember.
things are not
necessarily
made right
with
the simple
passage of time,
though i grow
through
remembrance.
those that i loved
i still love
though
the roses
that
perfume my
memory
still bear
thorns.
i bleed
for the
pieces of my
soul that
were pierced
by
lies
uncertainty
half-truths
and
the closet
and love.
of these,
the thorns
of the
red roses
were dipped
in
night
shade.
and i wonder
if i bleed
ever
ry
time
i love
again.
Posted on July 28, 2005 at 3:23 PM | Comments (8)
Question
if i got
rich and
could fly to
you
every week
end
would you
be
my man
then?
Posted on July 21, 2005 at 12:27 AM
brother to the dawn
all i know is
it was sunday
and this nigga
my bad
this strong black man
introduced himself to me
and i was like
god damn
and my girl was like god damn
and my friend didn’t see him
but we pointed him out
and my friend
was like god damn, too
all at once
the limitless possibilities
played themselves out on the
drive in of my mind
what if i went there
instead of here
pledged that
instead of this
went here
instead of there
zigged instead of zagged
what if…
what if i were brother to the dawn?
i would stay up all night
watching his chest heave
up
and
down
and
up
and hearing his light snore.
begging to illuminate
his face
with my soft light
but he is night
and a shadow persists…
i try to think of
ways
to wake him up
stealthily
i pretend to be his blanket
tickling his skin
but the shadow…
i am an owl
but instead of hey…hey
he hears who…who
and hugs the shadow tighter
fuck that shit,
i’m brother to the dawn
i can wake the motherfucker up
and cancel this shadow out
…bitch.
but the shadow turns over, smiles at me, then goes back to sleep.
…i ain’t no home wrecker
i realize
as my father’s chariot
threatens to burn across the
sky without me
i leave
with vivid images
of lovemaking seared into
my mind
images
that i didn’t need to see
but needed to see
to remember that the fates are
cruel
i’m the brother to the dawn
too late for midnight
too early for sunset
and resigned to my fate
Posted on June 18, 2005 at 11:28 PM
Jungle in Here
(Spring ’99)
Change in the air in here
Once dry as the desert sand
Unexpected humidity in here
Breathing suddenly labored
Should be used to the rain forest in here
Created upon the promenade of one
Flustered by the exhibition,
The unknown is the greatest aphrodisiac
Jungle in this place of silicon and metallic alloy
Steam short-circuits a motherboard in here
Gaping legs forming obtuse angles
Loose loincloth creeps silently
Expecting a growl, a baby’ voice is heard
A bedroom whisper in here
Staring
Prayers for bigger thighs and shorter loincloths
Smiles of admission in here
Plans to accept the jungle as way of life
Posted on December 30, 2004 at 12:47 AM | Comments (0)
PASCAL
(Spring 1998/Winter 2000)
Yellow is a beautiful shade of
Black like zeroes
Off
The binary void
I met you there
And it was your hair
Fiber ethnic wires
Wow, are you my guardian angel
Or my patron saint
Check that email and then
Come get me
One as I enter
Zero when I'm done
On
Posted on at 12:36 AM | Comments (0)
urban tiger
urban tiger
black stripes embrace your
body the way
i wish to
emerald eyes do something
when you tread into my space
my jungle of allusion
you sniff
noticing the other cats
here before you
just practice, i say
i just stare
at the way you move across the pavement
hypnotic
muscle and bone moving in a liqueous symphony
a husky growl
is your aria
Posted on at 12:34 AM | Comments (0)
Collage Poem for him
All at once I knew -- I knew at once -- I knew he needed me
An empty room is merciless, don't be surprised if I confess:
I sometimes have the tendency to look at you
…religiously
So many nights…
So many dreams…
I shall not envy lovers, but long for what they share.
What the hell am I doing here?
My beating heart wants you
And my empty arms need you
You touch me; I hear the sound of mandolins
You are so beautiful to me
You kiss me; with your kiss my life begins
You’re spring to me
You're everything I need
…all things to me
Nothing even matters to me
Who would have thought his love could be so good?
Can't you see you're everything I hoped for?
If there's a thing that you need, I'd give you the breath that I breathe
Don’t you know you’re life itself?
I don't care if it hurts.
Just hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me…
Nothing even matters to me
You're part of my identity
You've really got…
You've really got a…
…I don't belong here.
What the hell am I doing here?
*******
Mashed Up from:
"He Needs Me" by Shelly Duvall
"Creep" by Radiohead
"You've Really Got a Hold on Me" performed by the Beatles
"Not Me" performed by Boyz II Men
"Nothing Even Matters" by Lauryn Hill ft. D'Angelo
"You Light Up My Life" performed by Leanne Rhymes
"Wild is the Wind" performed by Cat People
"I've Fallen in Love With You" by Joss Stone
"You Are So Beautiful to Me" by Joe Cocker
"Whenever, Wherever, Whatever" by Maxwell
Posted on November 21, 2004 at 3:37 PM
Probate
Cacophonies of silence fill this place.
My eardrums burst with ev’ry muted shout,
Though fear shall not appear upon my face.
I represent the thousands of my race
Who know the pain of which I talk about.
Cacophonies of silence fill this place
And I daren’t move; not even for a pace.
New families could quickly cast me out,
Though fear shall not appear upon my face.
Seven stand, though more began the race;
Seven strong – weary, but still stout.
Cacophonies of silence fill this place.
From bloody anchor to the bloody ace,
Our grit – do not mistake it for a pout.
Though fear shall not appear upon my face,
I march across the sands bearing the mace.
Who knows the pain of which I talk about?
Cacophonies of silence fill this place…
Though fear shall not appear upon my face.
Posted on November 10, 2004 at 11:27 PM | Comments (0)
believe (never before)
believe
(never before)
when adam first got evicted and saw that nigga steve
that was you and me
where was eve?
we have been here before
yet never before
when i see you,
dreams are realized
needs are met
wants are fulfilled
fantasies materialize
we have been…
as baldwin has been
as cullen has been
you and me
believe
when i am with you,
i am one
we are we
i in i
one
your natural scent
is my aphrodisiac
your natural taste
is my feast
with you
i never thirst
i live always
in you
never before…
i thought
hoped
prayed
but when you came
you were not them
you were not him
you were you
i in i
one
believe in me…
i am he
i am not them
i am not him
we are we
i in i
one
we have been
here
before
yet
never before
Posted on October 30, 2004 at 11:46 PM | Comments (0)
the rza
razor sharp
i am like
zoot suits
like
the tenth of the tenth
of the talented tenth
like
fresh shape-ups
and vintage jordans
i am
sharp
like a three year old
who can read
satanic verses
like
french curses
like
nails on a muscular back
like
a kiss between enemies.
razor
sharp
Posted on October 6, 2004 at 9:51 PM | Comments (0)
Freestyle
fuck
fuck
fuck the aliases
what you think this is
i been writing the ill shit since carter was in office
and i was
kick
kick
kickin' on my mom's belly button
from the wrong side
talkin bout
"sho' is dark in here"
and breathing fluid
now i spit venom
not giving a good got damn
bout how many "poets"
think they can outshine
the ill Ra
sun god plus
locks
looking like a yellow fallen star
fake
fake
fake poets trying to scr-scr-scr-scratch they way
out of a legal pad
thinking red ink on
yellow paper
is revolutionary
thinking writing about sex
sets
them apart from any other tom
dick
harry
malik
jamal
larenz.......
ne
gro
please
i've been lockin' since soul food was just a movie
and Oz only showed one dick every three weeks
not every three minutes
before def poets came to HBO
when Saul Williams was first gettin hot
yeah....that's the kind of mileage my locks got
i am waiting for the challenge, so step to me
you'll gets mad love from me
if love means
chew
ing
you
up
and shittin you
just to make your lines a little more funky
i am STILL the next generation of soul
dig that
live it
love it
out
Posted on September 29, 2004 at 7:53 PM | Comments (1)