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July 22, 2009 - Wednesday
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Current mood:random
they say to error is human yet some "can't" accept their mistakes they believe in the impossible, the unattainable, perfection.
they say thou shall not judge, but we still do, we call them out as haters cause hatinn is what they do. no reason to get mad, maybe you should jus work on yourself, stay the fuck outta mine, cause Im gonna stay on my grind. don't judge me too long, cause you'll be left behind.
they say you shouldn't lust, go around saying shit, like I really do love..... you? perhaps. speaking such powerful words when they have no meaning, a lot like taking a breath in and not even breathing
they say mean what you say and do what you do, cause your mind and your word are your most valued of tools
they say a lot of shit but people stay being fools, gotta have love for yourself, if you intend to find you.
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January 30, 2009 - Friday
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January 30, 2009 - Friday
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April 8, 2008 - Tuesday
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Current mood:  adored
Category: Writing and Poetry
Hot Shit
Hot shit something on fire/ Hence the word hot// Eyes bulge and pop out the socket when you step in the spot/ So hot you make traffic halt when you pull on the block// The dudes the flock/// So they something like a Siegel/ But I’m a Roc so I wear my beanie// It’s unreal how you got a dude wishing/ So I dream of genies//
Hot Shit
Beautiful, Carmel-skinned, and under 6ft. But, are you as good as you look? What I mean is do you obtain smarts Cause I don’t need dumb eye-candy Per-haps that’s why I eat so many smarties But, you passed some tests now I don’t stress Or should I say now I stress less No I aint got the time for games But, I’ll be your personal game boy And let you tap all my buttons You never know you might gain extra man And exceed far beyond your intended plans Can’t believe how good you look Like a Sunday dinner that ma dukes use to cook Not usually so mushy but, your persona got my emotions shook Just know that this is a brief synopsis of what goes through my head When I abruptly yell out HOT SHIT © 04-07-08
~ Black Ty ~
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April 8, 2008 - Tuesday
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Current mood:  enlightened
Category: Writing and Poetry
You are in love with Tommy, Because his last name is Hilfiger, But behind closed doors, Tommy, Is calling you a n*gger, But you could care less, Because you have been taught to dress to impress, If I ask you about your true history, You would have to look on the back of your jeans and Guess, You come up in the club wearing Versace, Clothes made by a homosexual male, So even when you say you are straight, It is very hard to tell, And for footwear, you wear Timberlands, Even under the sun, That same tree that’s the symbol for them, Could have been the same one your ancestors were hung from, I cannot forget Nautica, When was the last memory you have of ships, Coming to North America in shackles, Being beaten over the back with whips, And to my beautiful black queens, Whose creative womb has become barren, I am confused because your face says Nefertiti, But your sweater reads Donna Karen, When was the last time you saw Liz Claiborne, Conversing with black women, But as soon as her name is printed on a purse, To Macy’s you quickly go, running, Ralph Lauren doesn’t even look at black men, Unless they are driving him around town, But as soon as that slave master appears on the back of a horse, You put whatever you have picked up down, My people reclaim your status in this world and in your life, F.U.B.U. in case you didn’t know, stands for ( For Us By Us), Buying black will someday suffice, Do you know who owns Timberland fashion? Well, Timberland is owned by the president of the KKK, Surprised? Don’t be. Read more books black people, Always hope for the best and prepare for the worst, You may not get what you pay for, But you’ll surely pay for what you get. ~ Maya Angelou
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March 13, 2008 - Thursday
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Time Clicks as I await The hour ends before my take Sitting, thinking, waiting; my mind escapes The day grows old as night passes Wolves crying, coyotes howling; anticipating Watching, staring, seeing -- nothing Silence begins the day as morning comes without notice Tears begin to fall, slowly The day moves on without hope Wishing to be what is not to be The sun moves to its peak without a whisper or retreat Time moving, but still empty Stomach aching, curling Still waiting
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March 13, 2008 - Thursday
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Current mood:  gloomy
When love has come But soon is gone It begs the question Was it there
The love was lost And never found Lost without you Lost without me Lost into eternity
The love was just a figment A figment of our minds Something we could ponder But never express
Was it love or just a feeling Was it love or just healing
Healing from the hatred The hatred of our hearts Our past was deep and full of pain We needed this to release the stain
For this I do not regret The time with you that I had spent
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March 13, 2008 - Thursday
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You were my all, the one I adored, the one who I trusted the most in the world. I gave you the purist of me. You asked me to trust you. See my love was real, i guess yours was fake ,because i would have never lied to you or pushed you away. You have no idea how much I have cried, asking the Lord why my heart, why did you break me in half;this pain that consumes me and won’t let me think . My heart had never felt such pain, yet the one who asked me to trust, caused this enourmous hurt ,disappointment and yes shame. Don’t worry about saying sorry or you wish me the best what goes around comes around and that is what i have to say about that. Adios Mi Amor My Bay this Love is the One you let slip away. Don’t think that I will cry forever, I love myself too much.But yes, know this, you hurt me soooo Damn much. One day the only one you gave away will be the one your wishing for.
Why my heart????....
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March 13, 2008 - Thursday
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Current mood:  annoyed
These Feelings I Have
These feeling are always changing, for one heart to another. Always confusing my mind. Making me suffer sleepless nights, taking up all of my time.
These feelings are always shifting, from love to hate, to happiness to depression, Leaving me in a state of mind, that is not really, in the realm of reality, but stuck in a fantasy.
These feelings always distract me, from other things, that are right in my face, but are too blurry to see, Covering my eyes in a vail of black. Darkening my world, and my heart.
These feelings always hurt me. Setting me up for the pain of rejection. Tricking me into thinking that i am alright. It swallows me whole, and pushes the securities away.
Now I see, That these feelings that I have always had, have always been for just one person. But the false feelings can still give me hope. Still keep me living, breathing, dreaming. Helping me survive for another day
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March 13, 2008 - Thursday
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Current mood:  artistic
Category: Writing and Poetry
Rain
The coolish rain is there again This beautiful wonderful cathartic rain who makes me forget all of my pain in the rain it seems like i ran insane
it makes me feel like i was alive so i don’t have to see me in the bath with a knife it lets me suppress bad memories of my day and makes me feel like i was okay
the thin trickles are running down my skin the only thing i feel is the vertigo when i spin the marvelous wet of the tranquil rain who’ll never hear my cries in vain
who’ll never dare someone to judge it’ll never play tricks on me or comment not even watch I spin round and round and all my tears admix with water i forget all my fears
the fear of being lonely and never being loved although i know all these thoughts are daft what shall i do i am soaked to the flesh but still i won’t leave; i stay till i crash
i wanna stand timeless till my life is over then through the rain my pure soul will hover and take revenge on all these stupid supermen who always compromised myself and called me names
or just ignored me and handled me cold this has just been of them a big fault it won’t make it better to hit these ones back in any way i’ll always have to crack
so i’m going back to bear the painful ache that always comes to my heart when i’m in rage then in the rain i’ll be back again standing there shouting my cries in vain
oh wonderful beautiful rain
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