this past friday, i was once again able to do something i hadnt been able to do in a while: i went to Legacy for Spoken Word Grooves! oooh, it felts soooo good to be out again listening to poetry. i dont think anyone understands how important the poetry spots are too me. i dont do clubs, unless im working, so this is the only time i go out. it was extra cool because the feature was my homie Marc Marcel, its always good to see the brother....he of course did a good feature. i cant wait to get into his new cd?
as much as i LOVE Legacy, its been around eight years, some of the poets and poetry had me yearning for more. i know there are different levels for poets....but a lot of these folks arent striving to better themselves as writers. they arent students of the art....i understand that poetry is, to writing from ones heart, but somewhere you have to expand your writing skills and show some growth. there was a time at Legacy, that the poets would be sitting at tables writing because they were inspired by another poet OR re-writing their work to improve upon something already written. i dont get the vibe anymore...its as if the poets believe that they are writing "hot shit" when in reality, they arent!
so we search for answers of how to improve Legacy and bring it back to where it once was....without scaring off new writers.
it will be an interesting task.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Friday, February 22, 2008
Finally
For the first time in MONTHS, I got to attend the local slam....this slam was to pick the regional team for the 'win and your in'. i didnt slam but it felt good just to attend and be around the poets...sorta how i felt going to Legacy two weeks ago....some how, i got suckered into the position of time and scorekeeper...even doing THAT was cool....the mighty Mike McGhee (sp) was in the house being his crazy self (he really worked the Pudding Poem)....it felt real good to be out, having a car again, is going to be a beautiful thing.....still gotta get used to the gas thing. gas prices are high and i have a gas burner of a car.....
if the weather olds up, its more poetry tomorrow at Legacy!
onelove
if the weather olds up, its more poetry tomorrow at Legacy!
onelove
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
the Grateful List....
-the Most High, once again giving me another day to enjoy LIFE. everyday, there is someone who doesnt wake up. someone, who doesnt get to kiss their child goodnight. someone, who's last breath will contain a plea for life and prayer for forgiveness to the Most High.
ENJOY EACH DAY PEOPLE!!
-the Hooptie, its finally legal and a brother is Roooooooollin!
-the freedom of being able to go....when i want to!
-family & friends, for giving me shelter from the inner storms.
-attending Legacy last Friday, it felt soooo good to be around the poets, the words, and the music.
-Impakt for picking a brother up.
-conversations about poets and their ego's....never would have thunk it...poets and ego's, so sad.
-the words that are still conversing with me, waiting to be born.
-she thought enough to call, just to check on me....thank you.
-rediscovering the female MC through: Bahamadia and Jean Grae.
-for those that still do the grateful list, thanks for reading mine!
-the Most High. for blessings seen and those unseen. the prayers answered and those not. The Most High, knows whats BEST for me. Even when my faith falters..you know my heart.
onelove
ENJOY EACH DAY PEOPLE!!
-the Hooptie, its finally legal and a brother is Roooooooollin!
-the freedom of being able to go....when i want to!
-family & friends, for giving me shelter from the inner storms.
-attending Legacy last Friday, it felt soooo good to be around the poets, the words, and the music.
-Impakt for picking a brother up.
-conversations about poets and their ego's....never would have thunk it...poets and ego's, so sad.
-the words that are still conversing with me, waiting to be born.
-she thought enough to call, just to check on me....thank you.
-rediscovering the female MC through: Bahamadia and Jean Grae.
-for those that still do the grateful list, thanks for reading mine!
-the Most High. for blessings seen and those unseen. the prayers answered and those not. The Most High, knows whats BEST for me. Even when my faith falters..you know my heart.
onelove
Monday, February 11, 2008
Music Monday - Kirk Franklin on Souljah Boy
Passed on to me....now to you...very intersting...
I wanted to pass this information on, I didn't know if anyone else was as behind on things as I was. Thanks to Tom Joyner's show this morning with Kirk Franklin I was enlightened. Kirk Franklin said he did not let his children listen to the song Souljah boy because of the words and the meaning of Superman. With that information I needed to find out exactly what superman meant other then the super hero. I Google searched Urban dictionary and put the word in and this is what I discovered:
Superman is when a guy ejaculates on a girl's back and puts a sheet on her back. When she wakes in the morning and stands up, the sheet is stuck to her back (like a cape) , you have officially supermanned that hoe. Watch Me crank dat Souljah boy now superman dat hoe.
Superman 16 up, 38 down
To have sex "doggy style" and ejaculate on her neck and roll her over the sheets....when she stands up, the sheet will have stuck to her neck like a superhero...hence superman.
In the song crank that or 'dat' by Soulja Boy they use the term "superman dat ho"
My mouth is still hung open with shock - I had no idea. It pays to know what the kids are listening to and singing. Here is the link to the urban dictionary should you need to look up other slangs....http://www.urbandictionary.com/
"What you practice (good or bad) is what you excel at..".
I wanted to pass this information on, I didn't know if anyone else was as behind on things as I was. Thanks to Tom Joyner's show this morning with Kirk Franklin I was enlightened. Kirk Franklin said he did not let his children listen to the song Souljah boy because of the words and the meaning of Superman. With that information I needed to find out exactly what superman meant other then the super hero. I Google searched Urban dictionary and put the word in and this is what I discovered:
Superman is when a guy ejaculates on a girl's back and puts a sheet on her back. When she wakes in the morning and stands up, the sheet is stuck to her back (like a cape) , you have officially supermanned that hoe. Watch Me crank dat Souljah boy now superman dat hoe.
Superman 16 up, 38 down
To have sex "doggy style" and ejaculate on her neck and roll her over the sheets....when she stands up, the sheet will have stuck to her neck like a superhero...hence superman.
In the song crank that or 'dat' by Soulja Boy they use the term "superman dat ho"
My mouth is still hung open with shock - I had no idea. It pays to know what the kids are listening to and singing. Here is the link to the urban dictionary should you need to look up other slangs....http://www.urbandictionary.com/
"What you practice (good or bad) is what you excel at..".
Thursday, February 07, 2008
the Wed List....Thursday Edition
im thankful for
-the most High, giving a brother another day to enjoy LIFE. Tonight,five people were shot at a city hall meeting. i believe two died. they werent at a club, in a gang or fighting a war. just having, what was suppose to be a peaceful, city hall meeting...
Give thanks for EACH DAY....
-my daughter, even though the phone doesnt ring as often as it once did. i have finally lost my babygirl, and it hurts!
-the parents, each day make me more thankful. everyday, more people are calling shelters, parks or cars home. i could be one of them...
-the Patriot fan, who didnt get mad at phone calls about their team losing. to answer a question....NO, i wasnt singing the praises of the Giants during the regular season BUT, that all changed during the Super Bowl.
-Jill Scott, who's voice and lyrics, cause my emotions to ebb and flow with each song! im going to attend her concert, even if i have to go alone!!
-the job, after my review, its official, im in line for a 'mens department' manager position...once the two new stores open.
-a week of being alone, i found that living with myself, isnt that bad. i tend to stay up too late on work nights....but hey, it was fun!
-Copa's Toy, aka The Zune. keeping my heart, head and legs moving!!
-the Most High, for the blessing seen and those unseen. the prayers granted and those not. for life, the words i write, the people i touch, the ones i have yet to reach....for chances, too many to name. thank you, thank you, thank you...YOU KNOW, whats best for me!!
onelove.
-the most High, giving a brother another day to enjoy LIFE. Tonight,five people were shot at a city hall meeting. i believe two died. they werent at a club, in a gang or fighting a war. just having, what was suppose to be a peaceful, city hall meeting...
Give thanks for EACH DAY....
-my daughter, even though the phone doesnt ring as often as it once did. i have finally lost my babygirl, and it hurts!
-the parents, each day make me more thankful. everyday, more people are calling shelters, parks or cars home. i could be one of them...
-the Patriot fan, who didnt get mad at phone calls about their team losing. to answer a question....NO, i wasnt singing the praises of the Giants during the regular season BUT, that all changed during the Super Bowl.
-Jill Scott, who's voice and lyrics, cause my emotions to ebb and flow with each song! im going to attend her concert, even if i have to go alone!!
-the job, after my review, its official, im in line for a 'mens department' manager position...once the two new stores open.
-a week of being alone, i found that living with myself, isnt that bad. i tend to stay up too late on work nights....but hey, it was fun!
-Copa's Toy, aka The Zune. keeping my heart, head and legs moving!!
-the Most High, for the blessing seen and those unseen. the prayers granted and those not. for life, the words i write, the people i touch, the ones i have yet to reach....for chances, too many to name. thank you, thank you, thank you...YOU KNOW, whats best for me!!
onelove.
Wednesday, February 06, 2008
Then and Now
A blast from the past....this was written in 2005. i liked it then, not to sure about now.
I remember her
Sitting, eating pixy-sticks
and chewing bubble gum
Until jaws became numb
Of hands on hips
Her making duck lips
While calling bra poppin
Hair pulling little boys dumb
Watching as her beret filled pig tails
flew wildly into the air
as she jumped double-dutch
legs pumping rhythmically up and down
her feet the rope never touched
the girls sang the cadence
"er’body, er’body, come on in
just one miss…and you take my end"
how we talked over happy meals
and ice cream cones
sharing kids dreams and stolen kisses
holding hands as we floated home
but that was then…..
before gloss covered lips
and thicky thick hips
short shirts that failed to conceal
ever expanding breast
before she was exposed to hair weave, colored eyes
and the bling bling scene
she started having crystal dreams and escalade wishes
adopted the name champagne
cause she left brothers and sistas
feeling bubbly and tipsy
she learned to do freaky shyt while rotating her hips
that keep dicks stiff and pussy’s hot
thus ensuing, the money would not stop
her beauty and body being her pass
to never ending parties and a lavish lifestyle
Prada and Gucci became her friends
Her thought pattern was not on later
But on right here, right now
but that was then……
her face become contorted
when thinking of babies aborted
from the seeds of invisible faces
made in expensive and unknown places
by way of karma sutra positions
and the selling of her soul
a process through which she grew old
and those memories in her mind became cold
she is twenty-nine but her eyes show forty
those same eyes tell an unpublished story
a cinematic epic for all to see…
all you need is too look deep enough
those that once worshipped her
no longer come to her alter with offerings of devotion
she is no longer the queen of the court,
her place is that of just another face in the crowd
that is her now
I remember her
Sitting, eating pixy-sticks
and chewing bubble gum
Until jaws became numb
That was her then
that’s how I will remember her
now
Copyright © 2005 Copasetic Soul
I remember her
Sitting, eating pixy-sticks
and chewing bubble gum
Until jaws became numb
Of hands on hips
Her making duck lips
While calling bra poppin
Hair pulling little boys dumb
Watching as her beret filled pig tails
flew wildly into the air
as she jumped double-dutch
legs pumping rhythmically up and down
her feet the rope never touched
the girls sang the cadence
"er’body, er’body, come on in
just one miss…and you take my end"
how we talked over happy meals
and ice cream cones
sharing kids dreams and stolen kisses
holding hands as we floated home
but that was then…..
before gloss covered lips
and thicky thick hips
short shirts that failed to conceal
ever expanding breast
before she was exposed to hair weave, colored eyes
and the bling bling scene
she started having crystal dreams and escalade wishes
adopted the name champagne
cause she left brothers and sistas
feeling bubbly and tipsy
she learned to do freaky shyt while rotating her hips
that keep dicks stiff and pussy’s hot
thus ensuing, the money would not stop
her beauty and body being her pass
to never ending parties and a lavish lifestyle
Prada and Gucci became her friends
Her thought pattern was not on later
But on right here, right now
but that was then……
her face become contorted
when thinking of babies aborted
from the seeds of invisible faces
made in expensive and unknown places
by way of karma sutra positions
and the selling of her soul
a process through which she grew old
and those memories in her mind became cold
she is twenty-nine but her eyes show forty
those same eyes tell an unpublished story
a cinematic epic for all to see…
all you need is too look deep enough
those that once worshipped her
no longer come to her alter with offerings of devotion
she is no longer the queen of the court,
her place is that of just another face in the crowd
that is her now
I remember her
Sitting, eating pixy-sticks
and chewing bubble gum
Until jaws became numb
That was her then
that’s how I will remember her
now
Copyright © 2005 Copasetic Soul
Sunday, February 03, 2008
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