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If Romeo and Juliet had Survived...
Apr 30, 2009
...that would have been true tragedy.
If they lived to see what true love was,
imagine just how bad it'd be.
He'd see right through her radiance
to her insecurity.
Instead of her being the ONLY one...
She'd be one of two or three.
She would stroll about her balcony
and his beckon would have drifted...
Then she'd cry herself to sleep at night,
indicating that she missed it...
Wondering "what hath thou done?"
to summon such annulment.
He'd show up late inebriated,
claiming She's the culprit.
They'd lye beside each other...
same bed, but separate heads .
They could have ended it in Lust...
Now Love is killing them instead.
Love... the ability to tolerate an extreme amount of pain and little control over the ability to stop.
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Holidays
Dec 24, 2008
Don't get me wrong, I love the holidays, I love the feel of the Xmas season, but this year it's not present ... the joy you see on a strangers face, is no longer joy...it's worry... the joy used to come from knowing that you got the most important people in your life around you and on Xmas morning, you're gonna give them something that is gonna make their eyes shine and face light up brighter than all the stars in the sky. And that alone makes you one of the happiest people in the world. So greeting a stranger with a warm friendly smile seems like the least you can do... but not this year... the faces have changed, people are worried about being able to give that special thing... they are worried about being able to keep their homes , some have already lost them...they are worried about the job they lost only a month or two ago because it closed down...they are out shopping and walking past bankrupt department stores... selling everything as clearance but with a 20% mark up... I see people worried about the debt they will go in after the holidays... this should be a tyme where people should be glad they have family, not worried about how they are going to feed them...they say MONEY is the root of all evil... this holds true...because I seen very few smiles on the streets.... closed empty buildings that use to flourish people looking for that perfect smile to put on someones face... the feeling of happiness has diminished ... but joy is not for sale people.... love can not be purchased in Zales or Jacobs... caring can not be found in Toys R Us ... only thing you need to spend on your loved ones is TYME.. biggest gift of them all... I hope everyone has a merry Xmas or what ever you celebrate this season... God bless you , and make those smiles just by being there to remember them.
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I am Hip Hop
Dec 12, 2008
I finally decided to record and put up an old keystyle I wrote way back when, no beat just vocals , I could never find a beat for it so I don't think it was meant to go on one.. anyway give itta listen all feedback welcome, let me know what I can do to improve. Thanks.
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Sea Of Suppression
Dec 10, 2008
I set adrift, on the Sea Of Suppression... My ship has been ambushed...leaving me destine... to swim to the shore... though the winds and the storm... But now , I don't know where it is any more... In the Ocean I wade... while I'm hopeless and strayed... miles every direction ... nothing, every which way... The Sea Of Suppression.. it is there, but it isn't... It's weird, it's a prison... It's fear and I'm in it... I'm scared, but I'm swimmin... Till my muscle give in... till my lungs reach their limit and then crumble within... Keep my head above water, I struggle to breathe... But I don't want to see whats up under that Sea...Bad memories... things I never could infer...I'm floating away in what I won't remember... I don't want to surrender...but my bodies regressing...Sinking in thoughts...I'm not bent on addressing...Before I went underway, the Sea seemed so placid.... So I loaded the deck, and batted the hatches...Crates filled with ashes...remains of repression, strain and depression...and unexplained questions...I Stowed away items not fit to be seen... stowed away nightmares not ment to be dreams...the intense and extreme...thats exempt from the scheme...cargo condemned of resentment and fiends....I set sail alone, on the Sea of Suppression...in search of a place I could dump all this mess in...Then I noticed a Raven cloaked in dark silk...Flying astern of the vessle I built.... a beautiful creature, a bird that holds merit...won't speak what is cherished...it is unlike a parrot...and black as my hair is... she perched on my shoulder....and gently I coaxed her...as we sailed off to nowhere... then a squall came along and disrupted our journey...awakening tides that where tossing and turning...the ship wasnt seaworthy...when the water went restless...overboard went the cargo in the Sea Of Suppression... now I'm floating...above me, my Raven, it soars...I wave it ahead, in search to seek shore... yet I sway dormant, in this navy cold water... fighting to stay out of Davy Jones locker... maybe those thoughts are ....just a nautical neurosis...for all involved to focus... this is not at all an ocean....The S.ea O.f S.uppression... My confession... it's mental...it's the sign of distress... Did you notice the signal?
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