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Sunday, September 13, 2009 
From this platform of poetry
I used to think it was equivalent to my identity
Until the rules and curriculums was made by egotist
Setting standards based on them and not including the different ranges
Knowing what was taught in school
But how many can think outside the classroom
Editing in the freewrite stage
And trying to build a house with no plan
Then wonder why it cant stand
See, dont have to worry about me
Equating myself to poetry
Claiming Im giving it a bad name
Thing is with all the hating and backstabbing
Grown folks playing game
Starting their own thing to not know all is a puzzle
The whole sum of this is
I am a Synapticalist

Many spoken word artists
Cant network with each other
But surely want all to support them
As though they are the only as well as the best
However, many become open mic fanatics
Like a drughead on crack
Talking about they are going to take our young kids back
But back to where
Many do the same thing copying
But the purpose is not the same
We should all work together
But yet some cant stand stormy weather
Maybe poets and spoken word artists should
But that dont mean it will include me
I dont do poetic family
People will learn why not to fall in love with another poet
While they are sampling and copying
Then claiming the original to be hating
While they steal
Many talk about homage to the past
But many are not true in their spirit
That is why they dont last
Always angry an sad
Haters always throw salt in the mix
Giving away preservatives
Therefore never can preserve their future
They did not listen to my reference
Made in the Open Mic The traitor series

Main thing is that
Regardless of the performance
I will rely on my dendrites, axiom, and synaptix
Pay attention to the logo
Synaptix control everything within U
But many cant control their own destiny
Copying and stealing
Not realizing that each copy loses a fraction of quality
Till it all becomes blank
Then thats where writer's block is
While for me, writer's block is my blocks of building
Of my residence
I will freestyle while others still stuck
But dont worry about me making poet as my claim
While many other poets cant pronounce my name
Just the same
I wont give poetry a bad name for I am not its father or mother
Son or daughter

I have my own style
So as I freestyle this
On the HTX site did my show
Then made a track from it as I flow
Even made promos and collaborations
I am a Aqword Rhythm Distortionist
That is not always in 4/4 time signature
I will go 6/8, 3/4 to make my own signature
I will not be a prisoner in the facility of mental incarceration
I will not be dictated by rules and curriculum
But will proclaim my freedom
There should be more to poets than poetry
For if not, thats why they always in the same setting of open mic
Not inspired lately so they cant rise
But me I will go in my versatile
Bringing the analytical freeverestylemix
The main perspective and reason is
I am a Synapticalist
The Aqword Rhythm Distortionist

 








Tuesday, July 21, 2009 


http://www.veoh.com/browse/videos/category/people_...

This is from the show Real Talk Real Woman from www.blogtalkradio.com/rtrw

This is the video experiment with the show Real Talk Real Woman show with Jaxx

Friday, July 10, 2009 

Category: Friends
One set is from youtube and the other is from facebook copy.

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Wednesday, July 08, 2009 

Category: Music



verse1:

Michael Jackson
Man, music of and though action
King of Pop
The system and haters, He Beat It
Always looking at the Man In The Mirror
Wanting change
System rearrange
Just searching for answers to see truth clearer
It was just Another Part of Me
As in him to love the world
He was able to share his energy as a Dancing Machine
Residing many times in Heart Break Hotel
Through it all, he was still Bad
Captivating the audience
It was a Thriller moment
His songs are my Jam
As I freeversestylemix on this track
No matter what, as I learn from him
I am Unbreakable
So Leave Me Alone
As I do my thing on this song
Somebody's Watching Me
Watching over me

hook:

This is dedicated to Michael Jackson
For all the things he did
From We are the world
To the songs we sing
International reach
As the world he teach
This track is performed as dedication action
So this is my Michael Jackson Jam
As expressing this as I am

verse2:

The man in the mirror
Would soon blossom from the coccoon of the catepellar
And blossom as a butterfly
Friendship story unfold
While alive
Told from the Jackson 5
For the message to reach everywhere
I'll be there
A-B-C
It's easy
For the principle
Is really simple
I am unbreakable
As remember the tour properly titled Victory
Your music presence is like the album of the Jackson Five
That its spirit shall still be alive
Living through the artists that pay and remember tribute to you
You shall always be remembered
By the many fans that were your fan club members
Sellling out stadiums through tours
One thing for sure
That I give this to you
This Analytical Freeversestylemix
Presented by Synapticalist

hook:

This is dedicated to Michael Jackson
For all the things he did
From We are the world
To the songs we sing
International reach
As the world he teach
This track is performed as dedication action
So this is my Michael Jackson Jam
As expressing this as I am

These are the words to the track I just got through recording in dedication to Michael Jackson. It's a 10 track mix and I thought about doing a contest with it, but anyway, these are the words to the track I recorded. And of course, the video to accompanied the expression.
Wednesday, June 03, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry
part1

I am here today to be heard with my voice
I am a tired woman
I am mad and angry
For all the stereotype that is thrown at me
I am frustrated
For I try to be respectful
Full of grace
But it seems like many of you support disgrace
You tell me to have standards
However you put videos of prostitution
And acts of whorism
I am the one God chose to bring your seeds to life
Carrying them as an armored vehicle
To finally get to its destination
So the act of pregnancy is to be art
Invested from love in the heart
Because I have other women who claimed to be independent
While I struggled to make wise investment
But people are stealing from me like thieves in the night
Stalking and preying
While to God I am praying
I keep pressing to keep God first
But it seem that many men for lust they thirst
I try to be a woman of wholesomeness
Showing the world that because of God I am blessed
But the test is to stay strong, independent
As a combination to be beautiful and intelligent
But it seems that media portrays foolishness
Because I am dark with voluptuous dimensions
The idea that I have it easy come across many comprehensions
While the lighter skin think in the industry they have it hard
Almost like they are saying all they have is intelligence
And I am just a woman with physique
No, baby
There is more to me
I am a strong beautiful black woman
Because made me as I am
So to all of you  men that think all women are about club and sex
Allow me to introduce you to the rule's exception
Best believe that not just anyone will be apart of the art of conception
When it involves me
Despite all of the statistics
I am independent, but I desire to be with a strong intelligent man
That is why I am single
I will not settle for less
I will hold to my standards and not let anyone penetrate me
Who am I
I am a strong intelligent WOMAN

part 2

If I was light skin
Maybe they will call me beautiful
As though with all the negative connotation of dark
Like it can be the color of darkness and evil only
But I want you to know that you and I are sisters
Light or dark we are all beautiful
But we have let media and industry divide us
I ask you why all the fuss
We are still considered to be toys in a man's project
So all we have is each other
But will we stop competing with each other
Or will we just let the spoils of rich and fame
Take control and play this game
As selling our soul
Well to answer that question for me
I know I will not play this game
For the selling of the sake of my name
It is so hard to stay strong, independent, and respectful
I have to work to keep what I have planted as seed
Blossoms to succeed
Knowing that I must not degrade myself
But I am surrounded by many who have sold themselves
So if I don't give in
Then, they always have somebody else
To fill in their fantasies
While I struggle to live in this reality
That we are losing our daughters
I ask God what do I do
God told me in Proverbs 31
To be a virtuous woman
Then men echo this
But all I see is the support of negative in sex
I know there are good men out there.
So I ask for all of the good men to keep fighting
For the man I want and need have to be a fighter
So we fight together in marriage
As our child we will have in a carriage
Growing together as a strong family
But if the weak minds keep winning
Then the fight for truth will be lost
And if I am a  child of God
This cannot be the cost
Paid for the all mighty dollar
For the Almighty God given us the ultimate sacrifice
So I must work for Christ
I must still believe in the Fruit of the Spirit
So the fruits of my labor must not be in vain
For if it does, that will make me insane
So this struggle I have as a woman
Is what I must live with in every decision I make
To be the strong woman and be examples to our daughters
We are beautiful as God made us
Then we can say, we are women
So I am more than someone to have sex with
I am more to just fill in someone's fantasy
I am a person, independent, strong, and beautiful
For I am WOMAN


Sunday, May 24, 2009 
Hosted By:
The Black Poetry Cafe

When:
Saturday, July 25, 2009

Where:
Hyatt Place Atlanta North
Atlanta

Description:
The Black Poetry Cafe presents The Poetry Fest Spoken Word Event.

Click Here To View Event
Wednesday, May 20, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry




Verse1:

From Mark G to Analytical G
Doing this track on the BPC
With correlative to coordinationg conjuction
Connecting bridges in continuous functions
We're the subject and our haters are the direct object
With our words
The haters are on the receiving actions of our verbs
We have blank verses but we are not shooting blanks
Our haters evaporates as we fill in their blanks
Free from restriction
Elevation is the mission
As we do the freeverses
That we're free from conformity
I am the man of orginality
Being differerentiality
As expressing this synaptix creativity

hook:

From Mark G to Analytical G
Representing the BPC
While we are continuously building, ascending in the present
Greatness we're equivalent
To the haters we are prevalent
To the poets, writers, lyrical scribers, artists
We have more, that's loaded in the store
BPC now have a  Synapticalist
As presented in this Analytical Freeversestylemix

Verse2:

As I Analytical Freeversestylemix this
Scribing like scriptural old
That's law and bold
To the new
With the covenant seasoned like Haiku
Through stormy weathers we made it through
From each chapter, it's weeding  tarrif from the wheat
And we will never be beat
Blue magic emitting from this expressional heat
Specific heat calculated in scientifical feat
The density is we can be solid to hold water
Simultaneously as ice
Versatily liquid like water
With the application of blue magic
We evaporate
Able to go higher anywhere
As the enemy cannot anticipate
We diagram sentences from gerund to participial phrase
Some are in the past
And they dont last
While we are continuously building in the present
Greatness we're equivalent
To the haters we are prevalent
To the poets, writers, lyrical scribers, artists
BPC now have a  Synapticalist
As presented in this Analytical Freeversestylemix

Analytical Freeversestylemix
Aqword Rhythms & Distortions
Tuesday, May 12, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry

Here comes the trash collector to save the day. Picking up bitchassness and recycling the muthafuckas into something useful and making money hustling at the same time like that old Tag Team song Here is!!! Bam!!!




It was like helldamnmuthafuckadamnationalbitchdumbassfucker
Haters always hungry
Thats why they come back to get some of this good cooking
The salt that the dumb ass threw in the mix in the first place
Now he is mad that all his food are all bland 
While mine is flavored while the track in background playing from the band
I am licensed CDL
Over haters I will prevail
The truck comes through
In pursuit to clean up the mess
And now with God replacing mess by shining letting others be blessed
No blessing blocks but hater's block
Writer's block used in construction to build the gates 
Then the punishment toture's device to put them on the chock
The Black Poetry Cafe's trash is around back
So better deposit trash there and money in the bank here
Otherwise, there is going to be God to fear
And may not have a last moment here
So to make this clear
The bitchassness stops here
Or like the abandoned prostitute
The haters will be fucked left out on the street
Therefore to clean the community
The garbage service comes in unity
To clean up the trash
And to let others know this is an example
For the next one will be bashed
Banished
Thereby the magic trick performed how to make the hater vanished
At at the end of my day, when it is time to eater dinner
Now on my way to Caf"meeh for nurishment to get away from the poison of bitchassness
Where I eat at the place where it's the meals of winners
By the way, the trash collector is there too. 
Come on now, hustler, meaning we got franchise damnit. 
Don't take it there. Leave it here, and we got the trash collection around the clock
Did you really think it was going to stay here and fester, like hell damn no!!!
For that shit got to go!!!
Remember, the word community can't be spelled without unity
So we unite and clean up the village
Then we as to the next higher level we pilgrimage

Analytical Freeversestylemix

This inspiration has been brought to you by Ms Spellman Brooks for exposing Bitchassness. Break the silence, stop the violence and stop the bitchassness. Thank you Spellman for great expression.

And this is my exitrance.


To hear the track select The Trash Collector in player:




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Wednesday, May 06, 2009 
Monday, April 27, 2009 

Current mood:  inspired
Category: Writing and Poetry
I want to dedicate this to Inkwell and Miss Nissi who were guest on my show at the link below:


http://www.blogtalkradio.com/htx/2009/04/30/IAMLIFE


So that show inspired me to write this:

I Am Life

From trials through tribulation
I know I can make this proclamation
That I Am Life
As a living testimony presentation
What the enemy have as defeat
The Lord has it as triumph
So the enemy is beat
Underneath my feet
Purified through fire's heat
To to live and say I Am Life
I Am Life
So I can inspire others
I Am Life
So I am free from death
The grip From eternal damnation
Through everlasting salvation
I Am Life
So I will not succumb to sickness
But claim happiness, joy, and to be blessed
I Am Life
I can be the individual
Not dictated by cloniality
But as God's plan to be original
As a living being, I am life
Through all the strife and Turmoil
I am regenerated and revived
Rehydrated through Holy Water and Anointed oil
I Am Life onward journey to Heaven
So it is Jesus, I must be representing
I am Life
And that's who my identity will be equivalent
Triumph over death, I will be prevalent
I am life not to be bound by earth's gravity
But to have eternal ascension
Comprehending the blessing bestowed upon me
Through all the valleys of the enemy
I will survive
As long as I'm alive
I shall proclaim that I Am Life

Synapticalist
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Currently listening:
Right Now Praise
By Jonathan Nelson
Release date: 2008-02-05
Friday, April 24, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry
Into Hell, I am Delivered
From the vision that was dreamed twice
What seem to become a reality
The crown I thought I saw for me
Seem to be an illusion
Seen in glittering lights of confusion
Which seem to be eternal burning conclusion
Into Hell, I am delivered
Isn't that an oxymoron
Delivered to a place of bondage
I thought I was free
Until I was pulled by gravity
Attracted to the direction of the south
Not able to travel north
Can't move east or west
For this seem to be the place of my eternal rest
Although peace won't be in this rest
For it will be restless
As the pain is relentless
It seems to be a game of the Creator
For He created the biggest terminator
If He knew the future, why did He create him
So is there really a such thing as a mistake
Or just because it didn't go as a person wanted as result
If there is no such thing as accidents
And all work together for our good
Then the evil element will feel justified
And evil backwards will live
So if there is a necessary evil as existence
It seem like trying to do all this good
That to be taken advantage of
To just end up in hell anyway
Be healthy and Im like
Why am I prolonging to live in a world that's cursed
We all have to go through a test
But God already knew who would fail
And who would past as the best
So what conformation was He seeking
He can give us revelations about what will happen
But it is like, it will happen anyway to teach us a lesson
And count it as a blessing
So if God knew the future
Why didn't He just deliver me straight to hell
If that is where I would end up
Drinking this poisonous cup
Confused and bewildered
Not on the straight and narrow
Seem the path followed
Into hell I am delivered

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Friday, April 24, 2009 



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Monday, February 23, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry



As I was listening to Jaxx's new promo for her show, I couldn't help but had this freestyle come to me.

By the way, you can check out Jaxx's promo by clicking here:

Synaptix Prommerical

I'm on your mind
I know you love to hate me
But you love to keep my name in your mouth
So repeatedly I tell you keep spitting it out
Now clear it out
I'm mentally in control
Why you pay for the price of your soul
You feel ackward all around me
But you keep coming back
Threw salt in the game
But you love to say my name
So spit it out
Free promotion all of you
So I will tell what this is all about
You can't help it
You love the taste of my cooking
The salt you threw
Now I cook the dish just for you
You hatin like you won a prize
And it came from me on the rise
So I will tell you the prize that you won
You have me on your mind
So you win a free blog
You don't know what to write about
I sparked your curiosity
The only thing, you can only focus on me
You have no substance
So you have to look at me
And while you do that
The people only know me
And you are still in obscurity
You want to know, if I am real
I tell you what to do
Is to check my skills
Here's the deal
Expressing how I feel
Stocking all the shelves
Broadcasting from the HTX
I'm the Aqword Rhythm Distortionist
I am the Synapticalist
As presented in this Analytical Freeversestylemix





Wednesday, February 18, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry

In 2005 this was an album title
That I was planning to come out against all rivals
For all the boxing in and entrapment
Just to meet their expectations
So in confrontation
I told them
Expect nothing from me
Except to be
The greatest disappointment
People need others to fit in a role
To play out the imaginative fantasy
As long as the person stays predictable
Then things seems to be orite
But as soon as the person shatters that image
Then it becomes a greatest disappointment
Why, because it is told that the person has become ashamed
But in reality, it is all a game
For really what it is, it is a revelation
A recognition
That the imaginator was wrong
For trying to fit all into one box
And what he says, is final authority
And is going to tell us how and where to live
Well follow these instructions
As going through these introductions
Expect nothing from me
So I can become who you want me to be
So to fulfill your fantasy
At the price of my individuality
I am here to tell you
You got cheated out the deal
If you want to know the truth that's real
Let me tell you how I feel
With all my skills
I will still be the greatest disappointment
As that may be the effect that's permanent
I cannot live your fantasy
When I struggle to live my reality
You thought I lied
For you did not recognize
I have multiple sides
So go with those toys of clones
And leave me alone
For keep dealing with me
You will continue to see
The message repeatedly sent
That I will be the greatest disappointment

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Tuesday, February 17, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry
Just couldn't  help but to freestyle this
About the troublemaker who try to start in silence
But want to get in violence
Starting shyt behind the scenes
Can't confront face to face
But claim to keep it real
Calling being around me awkward
But I don't ask for your presence
I did let it be as well
And wish you the best
But I cannot stay in silence all the time
While degradation and trouble is being started
I have to at some point find a way
To end this trouble
Wanted to come to me
As you used others
And came to me for you saw me weak
I see your true value of me as counterfeit
So I could be used to start shyt
Well hell and damnation
Here is your calling invitation
To the trouble maker
Meet your obliterater
This is time for your decimation
After all the stalking and manipulation
It's time to receive a citation
For the traffic offense
Traveled on this road
For this road is under construction
Detoured to your end
For troubled road has been shut down
Never to travel again
So start trouble again
Then your trouble will be over
For this shall be your eternal end

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