Its been a minute since I blogged here on MySpace. Since my last post (more than a year ago), I have stepped up my Blogging at http://billioneUSA.blogspot.com. If you want to stay connected to what is going on in my world, see me there. So, this will be my last post here.

Thank you for keeping up with me. (Few actually can.)

Hope to see you soon,
Peace

Never knew that it could be like this

Never knew that it could be like this

         

We know who we are

Brothers from an African nation

Planting seeds in dream variations

Hitting planets when we reached for the stars

Now surprised that the world is ours

Never could we know the truth

Cause it was so elusive

The point of life is that we have to use it

Work hard in it, move far with it

Saw a spark but we retarded it

 

Hoped that heaven was a place on earth

And when it wasn't we dissolved the search

We didn't blow it?

We had it all but didn't know it

Repot the possibility then grow it

Show it how to do like you

Make it vast like the ocean

Call it love or you could call it devotion

The brightest light there could possibly be

That's the father in the sun to me

 

We found a direction

Found a way to bypass erections

Ejaculate a true connection

More than men, more than compatible friends

Potent copies of the best within

Infinite wisdom, wrote it on my soul with is venom

Opened up my eyes when I met him

Steel sharpens steel

Real words have the power to heal

Took a moment just to know it was real

 

Lyrical rising?

Kiss the page and hypnotize them

Peace concentrated inside him

Just add water to rekindle the flow

Let us go and let us take control

Cause it's all we know

We got ethos but we know that we can't eat those

Fill my belly with the soul of my equal 

Put the power to the paper and pen

Hit rewind then we start it again

 

We know who we are

Brothers from an African nation

Nursed from the same libations

Milk and blood, earth and dust

You can have it if you want it

But it's made for us

We be knowledge and we be kings

We be truth because we be free

We be thoughts and we be dreams

We found God in the simplest things

 

Never knew that it could be like this

Never knew that it could be like this

Every Jungle Needs A King

 

Never been one for appearances and negative images

Before we move into it just let me finish this

And I can tell you about the way that he did it

The smooth way that he spit it and how he had me up in it

The situation had me thinking I was caught in a dream

Now I'm a fiend hoping I don't burst at the seams

Overdosing on his sweetness he had a weakness

He was on the low so we had to creep this

Now everybody got it all figured out

Got me pegged as a home wrecker

Need to check your own record

Then you will see what this is really about

He gave me moments that I can't live without

Figure this out?

The first time I every saw a king

The first time that it occurred to me

That it just might be more than admiration for me

He had a smile that could part the sea

Six foot

Brown skin

Bowlegged with the grayest eyes

Brushwaves

Tight fade

So I gave him time

Had no number so I gave him mine

He was anxious

Wanted more than conversation

I said he had to be patient

Baby, we were barely acquainted 

But he had me bated  

So, what's the sense in us waiting

He had a place that was vacant

Said he hoped I could make it

It was really unexpected but I had to respect it

Dripping with affection it was more than erections

I would listen when he spoke

Much like a therapy session

Another level of rapture too hard to capture

Could he really be the smooth operator I'm after

He told me things that I will never forget

Only a man can understand just how deep it can get

Who would believe he has desires he can never reveal

Had an urge he couldn't purge until the need was fulfilled

Never had a moment of silence

Never had a day without violence

Never thought that he would find this

Moment of peace that he found with me

John Basil was his name but it was Steve to me

That's how we met

Looking for a place to be kept

It would kill him if you knew how he stepped

Sometimes the hardest places (and spaces)

Are right where you are

That's why these faces navigate in the dark

Treading lightly on a course

But of course it's never meant to last

We played it fast but got lost in the draft

Inhibitions spilled out and no doubt they led him to me

An underworld he never thought you'd see

I know he told you I was only a friend

He was a star and I was more than a fan

Now like a line in the sand I reappear on demand

When he needs me

The only one who treats me good

That's why I laid it on him like only a brother could

I know his spots?

Got what he got?

And when you not

I make it hot

Make it hard if you want to

If you really think he still wants you

I know it haunts you

I did the things that you won't do

What one woman won't the next man will

And the thrill of being kept was real

If I was his Mars and you was his Venus

Then he was the sun that kept it warm between us

You said he cheated now you're heated

Don't believe him but he never lied

You never asked him if he ever led another life

I'ma tell you the truth and get it out in the open

I'm hoping you could see it and if not then let it soak in

Bleed inside your mental it was not coincidental

That my phone was in your Lexus rental

No more choices than we ever had before
Closed our eyes and then we opened up a door
Let the mercury rise until it burned
It wasn't strong enough

Now we see it wasn't really meant to be
Too hard to fathom why we lived in secrecy
Though we found no resolve at least we tried
It wasn't good enough

Some kind of wonderful
Some kind of life
Walking the dark
Trying to flourish in the light
Looking for a place called perfect
Is it real
Will it be next time

Tragic seduction
Tragic demise
Welcome to the future
Try to leave your past behind
Looking for a place called perfect
Is it real
Will it pass you by

No better place then to be right where we are
Salvaging moons while we were gazing at the stars
Caught in a rapture while we were laughing at the sun
It wasn't bright enough

Now it ends as chapters do and as it fades
A new beginning finds you in another place
Where there's no sequel to the story that unfolds
It wasn't long enough

If there is a place where everybody's dreaming
Seeking the things that make us whole
Let us find it and never let it go
In it we shall find our moment and for once live in it
In that space where the truth is told
A place called perfect

The whole world is in love with you
Tragic manchild
Let me know
Is there something I can do
To ease the pressure
As it grows
Give it to me to hold
And I'll keep it deeply in my soul
All the things you can't let go
Bring it to me

Imagine life
Unscripted
Laced with candor
Unfiltered
Raging with an odor
That smiles on landscapes
With rust colored hues
Branding what emerges
From its soil
Raw¯

Epic events
That know no time
Have no knowledge of
The murk that revels
The elements of life
That lay under the crust
Pull it back and see
The purity of being
And you will understand
Transcendence

Witness the birth of man
Brought forth by day
Sprouting seeds of immaculacy
Perfect in their function
Though isolated by convention
Let them grow and discover
How they shall live
And rest there
In peace
Reverent

Knowing him
Protecting them
Comforting him
Cultivating them
Vetting him
Respecting them
Honoring him
Harvesting them
Reflecting him
For he shall find in them purpose

And we shall nurture them
Until we have rid the world of their pain
And let their fathers be grateful
In that they know him
That they know his name
And wear it on their mouths
And feed it to their young
So that they taste it
And finally
Trust their senses

It was the first time
I (ever) spoke my mind
The one time I ever told the truth
Was when I met you
You told me you were lonely too
That was the reason (why) I trusted you

With (only) a whisper you tapped into my soul
I thought you knew me
So I let you know
I knew it would end someday
But not quite this way
Opposing ends of the (coming) day

I'm learning a lesson
That was hard to teach
To the point where you won't talk to me
Or let me speak
So I can tell you how I see
The circumstances as they've come to be

You can say it never was
Or that it (never) will be
But the truth is that you needed me
To be that light that
Lit your path through deep
And endless misery

There'll come a time
When you'll be alone
And a song on the radio
Will make you remember me
And how you admired me
But inundated me
With impropriety

Let this be our (final) chance at peace
A point we both can reach
And take back our lives
Open our eyes
And no longer ask why
Let this (truly) be goodbye

Blessed Weapons: 4 Neo

 

Let him live and be the king that he was

Not a martyr, but a life yet sustained

Rise and do that thing that he does

Bring life to the page, errant lyrical stains

Tamed by cleverness and skill

Untapped resources flaunting wealth

Exploiting the disparity of what is art(ificial)

Thereby rejuvenating his sense of self 
 

Share his vision with the weak

And his lexis shall live on

Have his enemies at your feet

Be they barren, be they spawn
 

Don't cry for them, let them banter as the do

Profit from this anguish and their seeds shall worship you

 

***This is the Prologue to my first book of poetry LOVE: In Hindsight. This piece has gotten more of a response than any piece in the book. For More info about the book, visit www.KilmgelyBooks.com ***

Still Ain't Free

(For Colored Boys Who Considered Homicide: When Living Is Enough)

African: Prehistoric

Slave: c. 1619

Colored: c. 1866

Nigger: c. 1775

Lost: The Present

Heart born malleable

Like the clay from which he came

He stands before you in his nakedness

Poised for a journey yet defined

A king in waiting

To be modified

Without blemish?

Chaste

Untouched by the caustic order of the world

We dress him in our clothes and ask him to be us

He waits earnestly to be made whole

****

1960s

I am a black man.

(Civil Rights, Revolution, Afros and Dreadlocks)

Pick your afros

Pick your roots

Nurture your shotguns

To protect the youth

Melanin thickness

Spit fire with quickness

Thought you had my back

Now we all need a witness

Huey on trial!

While the ofay smiles

We need a revolution

But it's been a while

And we still ain't free

Still can't see

Brought him to a mirror

But he still can't see

1980s

I am a black man looking to be heard.

(Complacency, Disco, Jheri Curls and High-top Fades)

Permed his hair to make a statement

Though he's tragically complacent

Looking for a cause

Looking for applause

Killed his nappiness

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Now he's far from taking action

And ever finding satisfaction

Baptized in revolution

Virtually translucent

Adjacent and addicted

Apathetic and conflicted

And we still ain't free

Still can't see

Brought him to a mirror

But he still can't see

2000- The New Millennium

I am a black man looking to be heard but no one is listening.

(Hip Hop Generation, Apathy, Brushwaves and Cornrows)

Funky fresh, dressed to impress

Ready to fail

Brother keeps it real

But he's out on bail

He got 3 baby-mamas

But it ain't no fun

He got 99 problems

But a bitch ain't one

He had a chance but it slipped out his hands- ONE TIME!

Beat a case then he did it again- TWO TIMES!

Now he's gone, triple life in the Pen- THREE TIMES!

And his babies never saw him again

****

Head bloodied but unbowed

In a war he didn't create

He stands?

A testament to the hope of tomorrow

And awaits his opportunity to change

To undo the damage of conditioning

As he stands to inherit this plan of promise

We fail him, all of them

By building monuments that he's unable to conquer

And ask him to lift himself

Then laugh in his face when he is unable to achieve

Now, he doesn't believe that anyone is listening

He doesn't believe

Negro: c. 1442

Black: c. 1625

African American: c. 1965

Dead: Forever

*** I hope to have this book out next spring!

 

Quo Vadis

Ask me where I'm headed

And I'll tell you that I'm hoping

To escape the tight grip

Of a dream deferred

When the time comes

All who knew him

Will marvel at his freshness

The deepness of his

Newfound intellect this

Roundabout way of getting at

His unyielding drive

To finesse this

Image that arose

From a spark that

Possesses the art of

Making it all seem real

But the source is one

That is often illusive

It would be all too intrusive

To ask the many questions

Of how he got so fly

Some ask why but

To truly understand it is to

Imply that it is something

He is aware of

So he walks without

Even understanding that

The gift he has been chosen to receive

Grew out of a need to be protected

By the one who sowed his seed

Channeling Adam through a

Troublesome Eve

The only one he fears

Is the one who believes

That he is in fact

The son of all

Who evolved into a Hip Hop star

Tragic

Useless like wet matches and

Bumpy, split seamed mattresses

Lost, but he's an activist

Looking for a way to get back his

People who push him

And push him

And push him

Like he's practicing

How to be a king

And redeem his place

On a journey to better things

Not lucid dreams of

Crack-house fiends

And streets paved with glorified

Scenes of not quite living

You're cheating time

So, if you get to see tomorrow

I hope it's a little bit better

Than it is today

Because you're stuck in a moment

You can't get out of

And those you leave behind

Are the ones who are likely to pay

For this realm of overwhelming tragedy

That wasn't made for me

Set us both free

Hopelessly romantic in complacency

Ask me where I'm headed

And I'll tell you that I'm hoping

To escape the tight grip

Of a dream deferred

Detroit, MI-- March 20, 2007-- Singer/Songwriter Billione offers his first book of poetry as a testament to the various dynamics of life. The book, entitled Love: In Hindsight, was inspired by the many aspects of love and is a unique journey of poetry and song.

This chapbook of more than 50 pages features 12 poems and the lyrics to 6 songs and is the third of a series released out of sequence to highlight the author's growth as a poet.

"With any artistic work, the need to effectively represent yourself and your art is imperative. I want to offer my audience a glimpse into my life and allow them to witness my journey," Billione said.

Love: In Hindsight includes poems and song lyrics that provoke thought and asks the reader to examine the depths of love in his or her own life. The concept for the book emerged after Billione looked back at his life and examined how love not only changed his life, but allowed him to learn to love more purposefully. 

The highlights of the book include The River: A Digression, Secrets: 2 The Lonely, and One Long Verse For Hip Hop that travels through the nostalgia of the American cultural art form.

Published by Kilmgely Books, a collaborative venture with his business partner and sister VerShawna White is an opportunity to publish works by authors who sometimes fall under the radar of mainstream publishers.

White said, "What makes this company different is that it allows the public to experience music, poetry, and drama that add to the diversity of literature and may otherwise go unseen."

The official release of Love: In Hindsight is scheduled for March 27, 2007 and will be sold exclusively at the Eastern Michigan University book store, with a subsequent in store book signing and poetry reading at a later date.

For more information visit:

www.BillioneUSA.com

www.KilmgelyBooks.com