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recent blog postsRain (Erotica)Posted January 22nd, 2008 at 08:43am
In college I used to write some poems and short stories and stuff... this is one of my erotic tales or whatever (makin it up on the fly) I'd like some constructive criticism... thinkin about publishing some stuff... Ya'll let me know what you think. (Song Playing) "Sometimes it feels like a misty Rain.." Slowly, rain drops flowed freely, in imperfect lines, down the Windshield of Jarron's car. The pounding of the downpour against the roof of the automobile, coupled... (continue reading) |
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what up world. I am a 26 year old young professional here in
Jackson. I love being out and traveling the world. I really don`t
like trying to get at women in the club cause I don`t feel like
either of us gets the true opportunity to know each other. I went
to undergrad in Jackson @ Tougaloo College. I moved to Houston to
attend Thurgood Marshall School of Law and I have recently moved
back to MS to work as my father's partner at his law firm. I`m not
sure if I`m going to like this internet thing either but i`m open
minded so i`m willing to give it a shot.
Life is a beautiful thing so I live it to the fullest and I`m not afraid to take risks. I`m a member of Omega Psi Phi Fraternity, Inc. and I am genuinely turned on by educated BLACK women. I am generally a positive person and I love to make everyone around me laugh. If you can appreciate potential, you can definitely appreciate me. If you are looking to talk with an honest man that loves the company and touch of a woman and is willing to assure her satisfaction... Don't hesitate to write me. I love to meet new people. here are a couple of my poems, they are not to be taken literally, I often write them as characters, not always as though they are words directly from my mouth or pen.: Rich Niggaz Visionless missionary leading The insightful to places unforeseen Sipping on a hot cup of the American Dream With two cups of sugar To help it all go down And too many coloreds trying to move uptown. A motherless child Often auctioned, orphaned, and offed by abortion Popping panacea pills So I can make it through the motions. Can t get to the top, The ceiling s too low, and Can t stand on my own two For lack of the floor Hard to keep moving when Shackled on both feet And hard to progress When you blocked by a Wall street. But my contentment is incurable And it ain t my fault Cause I see everybody gaining ground Yet I am always lost And I am always last Although I race the best And I can t get the scholarship Cause I can t pass the test But I can pass the best And that s all that matters Yet the rich get richer And the fat get fatter I gain weight it don t matter I get better clothes And can t wait to club in them To get better hoes And I m working out everyday To make it to the pros And been trying to get studio time to perfect my flows. And when I get my first check That s when I get the lac At the forefront With no one in back. Title: Song Grasping silken strands of nothingness With bloodied fingers and calloused hands I is A wordless page Read over and over again until My content is analyzed, evaluated, appreciated. I been full fledged lies and empty truths halfway motivated by whole hearts. A teardrop conceived by her eyes, Nursed by her cheeks, fading at her lips, Vanished. I be a soundless sonata With forever playing instruments. A masterpiece hushed to respect The deaf. I am a handless pianist with a trapped concerto Imprisoned in my imagination. I been spit on because of my face And spat out because of the taste And exalted upon inhalation And expelled upon the exhale of That same breath And yet the test for me Is a test to many Or my testimony Depending on which side of the bars you see things from Cause to me its clearer in a broken mirror cause I know that In at least one of those fragmented pieces Is me I just don t know which piece that be, been, or is, or which piece I am or even if I m at Peace. But if the jigsaw this Jig's seen Mean anything I Am Erroneous Junk Thelonius Monk a Felonious drunk and the Phoniest punk before a live audience singing the most recent rendition of Redemption s Song repeatedly until I m satisfied that the Pirates can no longer S-T-E-A-L my past, make STEEL (bars) my present, thus STILLING my future. Ladies and Gentlemen I represent .1 percent Of the face of Higher education And 70% Of those like I Make prison Populations. Allegedly I inspired The Emancipation Proclamation Yet I still today am Bound by The chains of Incarceration. And they say I Use it as a crutch If I mention my situation Yet if I don t say something about it Who will so again I m faceless. And I m faced with These racists on a Everyday basis And lost in politics Cause the black vote only been around For two generations. |
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