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PEACE AND BLESSINGS BP this is the first revision. Its still a work in progress. Lets see I've lived in Tampa FL for the last few years after growing up in New York (Q-Boro stand-up). But I still long for my homeland of JAMAICA. I came down here to finish school after changing majors(again).Completed my degree in Secondary Education and since then I have started two businesses(Promotion and Marketing). In 2009 I was proud to start my own poetry venue "Island Vibez" with a few of my Tampa poetry fam. As we now approach our first anniversary I can only imagine what the Lord has in store for us.Next semester I will start a political science degree I've gotten used to life in the south but I still miss the days back in NY. I've learned that life in its entirety is a learning experience. As long as you live- learn, love, and grow. Keep it positive. Time lost to negativity can never be regained.
REMEMBER:
1. GOD never gives you more than you can handle
2. It always seems to get worse just before it gets better
MY LIKES:
1. I love this spoken word thing(Lyrical Aspiration stand up)
2. Cooking aka "Chefin' it up" Caribbean, Italian, and Asian dishes mostly(but I'm learning spanish now)
3. Being active: Basketball, Football, Track, Swimming and most other activities that work up a sweat
4. Helping people especially children(there was always someone to turn to in my neighborhood growing up, and I feel I should return the favor)
5. Cool people that have their own mind and ideas who aren't afraid to share them but won't force them on you either
6. People with a sense of where they come from(You don't have to be Jamaican or black for us to be cool but you got to know who you are)
MY DISLIKES:
1. FAKE PEOPLE: Whether friend or foe I will respect you more if you keep it real
2. Women who don't know how great they are and empower themselves through their relationships instead of themselves
3. People who choose to be a slave to fashion and trends(STOP BIENG SHEEP AND PICK UP YOUR PANTS)
4. The fact that there aren't more positive influences in the black community and the one's that are there don't get enough airplay or support to truly be effective
5. People that come for advice for drama in their life, listen, continue to do the same thing they were doing before and then complain about how the situation hasn't changed(TRY SOMETHING DIFFERENT!!!)
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An excerpt from "Holocaust"
By --D.R.O.D.--
The same one's that say
We need to move forward
By looking past slavery days
They say remember the Holocaust
The Holocaust gets museums
And survivors get reparations
While evidence of our invasion
Lie in museums awaiting carbon-dating
For measure of historical value
And are valued artistically and economically
As priceless
Which ironically goes to define this notion of reparation
See no price has been set
So no debt can be repaid
And for America to look back
And recognize it's own dark past
Is a no-no
So much so that Forty acres and a mule
Is now no more than Spike Lee's company logo
And I know that we are no longer slaves
But why is the confederate flag still allowed to waive
Deep in the heart of Dixie
Did my history teachers trick me
They told me the losers flag was taken down
Never to rise again
But we got rebel flags reppin'
On t-shirts, hats, and even on tv
And be the same one's we see
In pictures taken of Klan rally's
So maybe the Civil War wasn't won
Maybe secretly there was a cease-fire
To keep confederate farm money
Deep within the pockets of the union
Money that a matter of fact
Came off our backs
But they consider that
A Hollow Cost
PEACE
?Listen the Revision?
This is a revision of a lost love poem
Hoping to find the feeling lost with it's pages......
Attempting to be more to her than any man has been before
I chose to forget everything I thought I knew
Every post-up, prop-up and position
Every description given in the Kama Sutra
Or other sex scriptures
Every story told about licks, sticks, and tricks
That would turn the average woman and man
Into Queen Coochie and King Ding-a-ling
And would give them the ability
To leap tall buildings in a single bound
Crack headboards with a single thrust
And leave partners unconscious from sheer exhaustion
I chose to forget all these things
And while doing my thing
Closed my eyes and I
Listened to her body
And her physical reactions to my forte' for foreplay
Guided me down a path that covered her entire body
Allowing me pit stops to give kisses
To places long disrespected and neglected
Never given proper attention
Her back would arch
Creating waves on which my tongue
Would surf the shores of satisfaction
And crash on the island of pleasure
In giving her my all
I chose to forgo promises made
To save certain services
For the woman God would deem my queen
And I would make my wife
To brighten dark days
And light up my nights for the rest of my life
I lowered my head and spoke to you
With no diaphragm squeezing air from lungs
To resonate vocal cords
My tongue communicated with you
A cunning linguist in cunnilingus
Fluent in pleasure, but enough small talk
Lets play doctor
But it's more like operation
Because your sounding alarms
From me hitting the walls
In a half hearted attempt
Of bone removal
So maybe I should be a specialist
Like an internalist
Because with all this persistent pounding
I'm sure to have shifted an organ or two
Baby I will listen to you
As you hold me tight pull me close
Your body asks me to go deeper so I do
Slow grind, I step to you from behind
Because baby I got your back
Your front, and either side
You wanna saddle up and ride
That's fine, I'm here to provide
Lets make mattress music
Make bed springs sing till they get sore
Lets fall to the floor and wear out carpets
Till we're left on hardwood floors
Lets work in multiples of 24
While R. Kelly's 12 play is on repeat
Till you start to orgasmicly secrete
And don't want to speak right now
'Cause if I were to say one God damn thing
You get like Sparkle and say
Wait a minute, let me finish
So I do
Utter collapse and total silence
Is the only way to know your through
So I listen to your body
And work till you do
This is a revision of a lost love poem
Hoping to find the feeling lost with it's pages
And if you want to find that feeling with me
Then call me
I will listen to you
20/20 Hindsight
With 20/20 hindsight I see a clear vision of our past
And with love blessing hope to improve our future
I saw us not on the same path
But we were headed to the same destination of love
And while your path was more direct
Mine was cluttered with intersections of friends and responsibilities
That I put before you
Not realizing that these obstacles were causing an increasing separation between us
My apologies
Had I stopped helping everyone else with their problems
And asked myself what I wanted
I would have realized that with you was where I wanted to be
And needed to be
So again to you my apologies
Little did I know the time that past could never be recaptured
And was the main factor
To our lack of communication
To the continuation of our separation
Amidst all the confusion I never saw the contusions
I placed on your heart from a lack of inclusion in my life
So many times I spoke of you as my wife
But never were you there
So I guess to you it seemed like I didn't care
But I cared
Far more than even I knew
And for me to speak these feelings is like a late library book
So long overdue
I just didn't see it
I thought the silence between us spoke contentment
Never did I see the danger that was present
Or the growing resentment of my outside activities
But when we were together at night
I could feel that something wasn't quite right
And I should have told you
Told you how I love to wake up at night and watch you sleep
My nubian queen lying totally at peace
How I loved to hug you tight and feel your heartbeat
Against my chest
And of the Goddess I saw whenever I looked in your eyes
You were my oasis in a desert of loneliness
That made me feel blessed
And for that I thank you
And even more I apologize
I apologize for each and every tear that may have fallen from your eyes
For all the things that I never saw
Or just chose to ignore
Again to your heart I implore
For my forgiveness
I was blessed the day I met Shannon S. and Angie D
And now that my heart is freed
I will repent for each and every thing I lament
Not just in thought
Not just in word
But in each and every one of my deeds
Thank God for poetry shows to keep my sanity. I still like to out to the club and wil' out but it seems more and more like these clubs ain't got shyt to offer. But if club promotions and poetry shows put money in my pocket then that's a sacrifice I'll just have to make lol. KEEP IT POSITIVE BLACKPLANET. PEACE AND BLESSINGS
Keeping you warm from January thru December always remember
--------------------------Poet s do it Better------------------------
