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the war of words, the lighter hue says your beauty is unworthy and ironically, so do some of your brothas but you fight on, Overstanding the revolution has nothing to do with white skin but the infection that has taken over a people still in invisible chains and bling'd out planations. the scars of war left on your belly, breasts and thighs, birthing the next generation, alone but you raise, you rise and you develop a new generation of activists, revoluntionaries demanding to be educated and not be treated as the black teens "as portrayed on tv". A new breed of new strength never seen. a harder war when the enemy is invisible. You teach, You overstand what true motherhood is.....what it is...what it t'is.... Grimacing as you walk through the streets, nappy-headed and hoe comes from faces that look like you...fuck Don Imus....what about Tyrone, Dre and Ray Ray....longing for the black barbie or a white one for that matter.....thinkin' they bein' enlighten as the hit the blunt and talkin' shit about the natural you. Walk ya Walk...Prideful.....Strut and Prance.....the revoluntary sista takin' back the family....takin' back our beauty....takin' back our men..... What a mockery that afrocentricity is a style not a mindset for so many of the black skinned people living in America. No need to rock the ankh because life is in her, she brings it, not worn as adornment. She is life, She is the first smile a baby makes.....she is the sunrise....she is the fullmoon... let this revolution be televised.....sista ClevaWords 2007 | |
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i keep a journal specifically for this reason, some bits from that:
"this mess escapes my lips like soot from an old smokestack; black, jaded, poisonous..." ...i sit here in a quarry - after my levee broke...i cried the tears i told myself i wouldn't anymore... frustrated, i smoke - while black crows perch and stare - mocking me... the wind blows but i can't feel it's chill... i can only see it's effects on the trees and the creatures they protect... ...an unstable offspring brought into an unstable universe - should the sum be then cancelled out? who knows, certainly not it... "it" - can i call u that? maybe you'll know me, perhaps know of me, or even neither case... many unsure of your presence as you are unstable.... Rage on both sides, a sort of negativity that none need start with, but i digress and welcome u nonetheless... chewed me up and spat me out like gum you'd buy ...@ a dollar store... lusted for the sugar but avoided the consistency i'm nothing but stale debris on the souls... of your shoes... and yet i still remain while you make your way into you next cheap/disposable thrill.. sick. so...- what did come first? love, or the falling into it? logistics dictates there must be a fall before the landing... my manipulated/configurated heart strings --dictate otherwise... ...i saw a man the other day skanking amidst tv totem poles and contemporary idols of jaded worship... (this is actually a true account  )
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I regret not keeping my travel journal up to date. Aside from that I'm too shy to reveal my deepest thoughts on here. There's Joy In Expatriation. | |
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billyjackbitch said: 2elijah said: Just Because Sometimes in life we encounter people that are envious or bitter of our happiness or success We may never know those reasons why Could be their lack of inner peace and joy within their souls They spend most of their time and energy wishing they had what others were blessed with instead of appreciating the blessings they already have So they take their anger and discontent out on the rest of the world.....just because 
LOVE Love is a powerful emotion. It's the deepest part of our souls and the center of our hearts. It flows like a river through our veins. An emotion so strong it holds relationships and families together, yet at the same time, so powerful it causes heartache and pain Daily Cup of Tea for the Soul Copyright 2007 www.poetrypoem.com/2elijah [Edited 10/11/07 8:48am] [Edited 10/11/07 8:56am] Amen. Hell,... WARS were started for love. Thanks I appreciate that you like my poetry...  | |
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JDInteractive said: I regret not keeping my travel journal up to date. Aside from that I'm too shy to reveal my deepest thoughts on here.
i admitt it was hard to post some of what's up there just because i know how i write, and while i think it's deep (not taking myself TOO seriously of course) i feel that i'm open to harsh criticism, like with my art... 
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Rhondab said: Fixin to.....
Woke up this morning and figured some shit out.....I figured this and that and the other thing too....I figured you didn't know that I knew....that thing wasn't real. I figured that the me, she and he thing would pass. I figured that I would be aight. I figured that I need to be fixin' to do that and this and the other. I figured that he would be needin' to see, feel and touch. I figured I needed to get ready, get fixin' to get ready to do that thing, the next thing and the other thing. I figured that I wouldn't hear from you today so I figured I'd just talk to the next, the rest but no, no not the best. I figured I'd just walk, talk and just fixin' to do more, do the next thing. I have to pass on the present thing but its the best thing but its the thing that I figured I can't get to so what's the next thing.... I'm fixin' to see. 7/24/07  ..you just tripped me out with this one. | |
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Rhondab said: Strength comes from the war
the war of words, the lighter hue says your beauty is unworthy and ironically, so do some of your brothas but you fight on, Overstanding the revolution has nothing to do with white skin but the infection that has taken over a people still in invisible chains and bling'd out planations. the scars of war left on your belly, breasts and thighs, birthing the next generation, alone but you raise, you rise and you develop a new generation of activists, revoluntionaries demanding to be educated and not be treated as the black teens "as portrayed on tv". A new breed of new strength never seen. a harder war when the enemy is invisible. You teach, You overstand what true motherhood is.....what it is...what it t'is.... Grimacing as you walk through the streets, nappy-headed and hoe comes from faces that look like you...fuck Don Imus....what about Tyrone, Dre and Ray Ray....longing for the black barbie or a white one for that matter.....thinkin' they bein' enlighten as the hit the blunt and talkin' shit about the natural you. Walk ya Walk...Prideful.....Strut and Prance.....the revoluntary sista takin' back the family....takin' back our beauty....takin' back our men..... What a mockery that afrocentricity is a style not a mindset for so many of the black skinned people living in America. No need to rock the ankh because life is in her, she brings it, not worn as adornment. She is life, She is the first smile a baby makes.....she is the sunrise....she is the fullmoon... let this revolution be televised.....sista ClevaWords 2007 Spoken like a true sista.....  [Edited 10/11/07 11:02am] | |
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7 Ingredrients for Compassion
1 teaspoon of warmth 2 cups of joy 3 tablespoons of smiles 4 jars of positivity 5 bottles of kindness 6 cans of understanding 7 bushels of love Now mix it altogether and spread it throughout the world Copyright 2007 www.poetrypoem.com/2elijah [Edited 10/11/07 11:21am] | |
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DREAM Live your dream Live your passion There is nothing in this world you cannot have if you believe you can make it happen ....Dream! Copyright 2007 www.poetrypoem.com/2elijah | |
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Happiness
Living through someone else's happiness, will eventually make for an unhappy person; seek what makes you content in life… and happiness will find you. Peace What is Peace? The clouds moving in the sky The sun setting over the mountains Birds flying over the trees The smell of roses The whistle of the winds over the hills The ballet of the ocean waves dancing on a beach A silent moment Peace....it's worth more than a million pieces of gold. Copyright 2007 www.poetrypoem.com/2elijah [Edited 10/11/07 11:45am] [Edited 10/11/07 11:47am] | |
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2elijah said: Happiness
Living through someone else's happiness, will eventually make for an unhappy person; seek what makes you content in life… and happiness will find you. Peace What is Peace? The clouds moving in the sky The sun setting over the mountains Birds flying over the trees The smell of roses The whistle of the winds over the hills The ballet of the ocean waves dancing on a beach A silent moment Peace....it's worth more than a million pieces of gold. Copyright 2007 www.poetrypoem.com/2elijah very soothing...very peaceful vibe. | |
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There is silence now between us,
I trespassed on the edge of your forgiveness, invaded your illusions of closeness, made an ass of myself to witness, How I long to bridge the gap between us, Like the blackness of space between the earth and venus, I long for your lips around my penis, your lips around my penis, your lips around my penis. 
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sammij said: i keep a journal specifically for this reason, some bits from that:
"this mess escapes my lips like soot from an old smokestack; black, jaded, poisonous..." ...i sit here in a quarry - after my levee broke...i cried the tears i told myself i wouldn't anymore... frustrated, i smoke - while black crows perch and stare - mocking me... the wind blows but i can't feel it's chill... i can only see it's effects on the trees and the creatures they protect... ...an unstable offspring brought into an unstable universe - should the sum be then cancelled out? who knows, certainly not it... "it" - can i call u that? maybe you'll know me, perhaps know of me, or even neither case... many unsure of your presence as you are unstable.... Rage on both sides, a sort of negativity that none need start with, but i digress and welcome u nonetheless... chewed me up and spat me out like gum you'd buy ...@ a dollar store... lusted for the sugar but avoided the consistency i'm nothing but stale debris on the souls... of your shoes... and yet i still remain while you make your way into you next cheap/disposable thrill.. sick. so...- what did come first? love, or the falling into it? logistics dictates there must be a fall before the landing... my manipulated/configurated heart strings --dictate otherwise... ...i saw a man the other day skanking amidst tv totem poles and contemporary idols of jaded worship... (this is actually a true account )
[Edited 10/11/07 10:27am] dig that flow.. are you ready for submission
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Rhondab said: 2elijah said: Happiness
Living through someone else's happiness, will eventually make for an unhappy person; seek what makes you content in life… and happiness will find you. Peace What is Peace? The clouds moving in the sky The sun setting over the mountains Birds flying over the trees The smell of roses The whistle of the winds over the hills The ballet of the ocean waves dancing on a beach A silent moment Peace....it's worth more than a million pieces of gold. Copyright 2007 www.poetrypoem.com/2elijah very soothing...very peaceful vibe. Tnanks!  | |
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“Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning. (Psalms 30:5)” | |
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The traces of a new truth emerge
I can see them reflected in your eyes Your perception of me changed But I did not feel different Until I saw this perception dawn Not to much fallen But slithered off the pedestal I feel tainted by the fact that you You of all people Lost faith in me | |
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He's not just a flirt
He bought me a t-shirt If I could go west I'd show him my best But if he comes east It will be the least Since I have a wife And don't need the strife I know that there's envy That's how metro men be I send him nice orgnotes Say thank you for sweet dotes He's not just a flirt He bought me a t-shirt I feel like I owe 'im So here is my poem 
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"Given the tenaciousness of our narcissism, its tentacles can be subtle and penetrating. We must continue to hack away at them day by day, week after week, month after month, and year after year. And there are all manner of pitfalls on the journey, such as being proud of how humble you have become." -- M. Scott Peck Fear is the mind-killer. | |
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eraclito said: sammij said: i keep a journal specifically for this reason, some bits from that:
"this mess escapes my lips like soot from an old smokestack; black, jaded, poisonous..." ...i sit here in a quarry - after my levee broke...i cried the tears i told myself i wouldn't anymore... frustrated, i smoke - while black crows perch and stare - mocking me... the wind blows but i can't feel it's chill... i can only see it's effects on the trees and the creatures they protect... ...an unstable offspring brought into an unstable universe - should the sum be then cancelled out? who knows, certainly not it... "it" - can i call u that? maybe you'll know me, perhaps know of me, or even neither case... many unsure of your presence as you are unstable.... Rage on both sides, a sort of negativity that none need start with, but i digress and welcome u nonetheless... chewed me up and spat me out like gum you'd buy ...@ a dollar store... lusted for the sugar but avoided the consistency i'm nothing but stale debris on the souls... of your shoes... and yet i still remain while you make your way into you next cheap/disposable thrill.. sick. so...- what did come first? love, or the falling into it? logistics dictates there must be a fall before the landing... my manipulated/configurated heart strings --dictate otherwise... ...i saw a man the other day skanking amidst tv totem poles and contemporary idols of jaded worship... (this is actually a true account )
[Edited 10/11/07 10:27am] dig that flow.. thank you 
i write strange shit sometimes, those are just bits and peices from randomly picked pages... [...i think i can, i think i can, i think i can...] | |
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Graycap23 said: The sandals in which I walk
Hold sand from a thousand lands Regardless the language I talk Nothing changes the foundation of a man  I like this, "ALOT"!surviving on the thought of loving you, it's just like the water
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KidaDynamite said: Graycap23 said: The sandals in which I walk
Hold sand from a thousand lands Regardless the language I talk Nothing changes the foundation of a man I like this, "ALOT"!co-sign | |
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oh fucking hell, why not. please don't make fun of me too badly, guys, i don't write much anymore.
did you hold me as a baby? i'm twenty now, you're both dead. the burial was a haze though i fondly recall making daisy chains in cemetery grass with the other granddaughter you ignored. your daughter didn't mind the smudges on our dresses, maybe you'll also excuse this guiltless apathy. did you never wonder what could have been?  | |
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evenstar said: oh fucking hell, why not. please don't make fun of me too badly, guys, i don't write much anymore.
did you hold me as a baby? i'm twenty now, you're both dead. the burial was a haze though i fondly recall making daisy chains in cemetery grass with the other granddaughter you ignored. your daughter didn't mind the smudges on our dresses, maybe you'll also excuse this guiltless apathy. did you never wonder what could have been? Very poignant and, frankly, sad. 
Ok, I'll post the ones I had on myspace. Anger Balcony bound, to pace and to simmer, To think complication into catastrophe, Mistake into malice, solacer to sinner. Maybe, just maybe, it was me? (Untitled) Twenty suicidal tendencies a day, Tired but yet old. Bed-ridden, and animated only in sporadic, violent oscillation, And looking every one of my years two-fold. "The seventeenth 'last time' will be the easiest", I joked. The doctor was not amused and his whole countenance frowned. I croaked. From lip to brow and back again, a wave of disapproval. "What are we going to do with you?", he said. "I don't know, but if you give me a cigarette I'll be your best friend." He took his frown and rose from beside my bed. I croaked again and drifted off to sleep, smiling foolishly to the end. Sincerely, Please Don't Die I heard you calling out last night. Oh tell me, did you fall? 'Twas raining hard, and more besides, I was watching football. Your family were not at home, and didn't rush to your aid? Your boastful tongue has cost you that, as now their loyalty fades. They never knew the man you are, but now the murmurs grow. Blood is only so thick, and thus, in time you'll reap what was sown, A bitter, vile crop that sheds your skin, laid bare to all. Sincerely please don't die because I'd rather watch you fall. | |
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evenstar said: oh fucking hell, why not. please don't make fun of me too badly, guys, i don't write much anymore.
did you hold me as a baby? i'm twenty now, you're both dead. the burial was a haze though i fondly recall making daisy chains in cemetery grass with the other granddaughter you ignored. your daughter didn't mind the smudges on our dresses, maybe you'll also excuse this guiltless apathy. did you never wonder what could have been? wow that was good. i wrote this ages ago(may 2001 or so). who knows now.i hardly if ever write anything anymore. have a looksy Dante's Swim Dante took a swim in the river but he never came back I wonder if hes still breathing if hes still intact? Maybe i’ll get a postcard from somewhere Maybe he’ll find what hes looking for there? I found a picture of us today the back reads “Taken Sunday the 24th middle of May All I could think was "does knowing somebody mean not knowing them at all"? Can you stay built like bricks or will you fall? Dante’s Swim. Memories are all I have left to remember him by-pictures,letters,movies,cds Will you remember me? Dante’s Swim. | |
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Christopher said: evenstar said: oh fucking hell, why not. please don't make fun of me too badly, guys, i don't write much anymore.
did you hold me as a baby? i'm twenty now, you're both dead. the burial was a haze though i fondly recall making daisy chains in cemetery grass with the other granddaughter you ignored. your daughter didn't mind the smudges on our dresses, maybe you'll also excuse this guiltless apathy. did you never wonder what could have been? wow that was good. i wrote this ages ago(may 2001 or so). who knows now.i hardly if ever write anything anymore. have a looksy Dante's Swim Dante took a swim in the river but he never came back I wonder if hes still breathing if hes still intact? Maybe i’ll get a postcard from somewhere Maybe he’ll find what hes looking for there? I found a picture of us today the back reads “Taken Sunday the 24th middle of May All I could think was "does knowing somebody mean not knowing them at all"? Can you stay built like bricks or will you fall? Dante’s Swim. Memories are all I have left to remember him by-pictures,letters,movies,cds Will you remember me? Dante’s Swim. I like that.  | |
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Fauxie said: I like that. thank ya! and i didnt even share my "i love you prince!" poems yet | |
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Christopher said: Memories are all I have left to remember him by-pictures,letters,movies,cds
Will you remember me?[/i] Gay. There's Joy In Expatriation. | |
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Sacrifice ~
To cherish, behold, bewilder, be kind love bittersweet grows deeper in time understanding, compassion, resistance, remind human heart, human mind every so harder to find twisting, turning, harsh, intensity flows fill me with extremes, contentment finally chose beating, racing, bruising, creating life a new, emerging, taking, being....everlasting. | |
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Christopher said: Fauxie said: I like that. thank ya! and i didnt even share my "i love you prince!" poems yet Oh shit, me too! My prince poems are electric! Especially when I rhyme 'newpower' with devour. | |
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