tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79908675467982096162024-03-13T12:07:37.113-07:00Zelly ConfessionalsRAW POETRYZellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01828044655836034364noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990867546798209616.post-57442881990936017982010-04-14T15:53:00.000-07:002010-04-14T15:53:45.590-07:00Too Much Sugah 'N Not Enuff SpiceI move too much<br />
I flip flop<br />
I fence<br />
people done walked all over me in my own house and they don't pay rent<br />
done happened one time too many and it ain't making any sense<br />
the road less traveled by? How about the one that ends.<br />
<br />
I flower<br />
I sunshine<br />
<br />
I am all together too nice<br />
a little too much sugar<br />
and not enough spice<br />
<br />
a little too wrong when I wanna be right<br />
a little too blind when I need to see the light<br />
I'm too down to earth, and reserved when I need to take flight<br />
a little too tame when I need a little fight<br />
<br />
I'm a little less heroic but I wanna wear the cape<br />
I'm tired of the heart I wanna be the spade<br />
no more smiles of clovers and koolaid<br />
I wanna rain on your parade<br />
Category 17 Hurricane<br />
<br />
I wanna be villain because the good guys never win<br />
I wanna drop the piano off the cliff<br />
hear the melodic crash<br />
and then<br />
listen to the keys breaking underneath the wind<br />
I want to grin like the grinch and plot to do it all over again<br />
<br />
I wanna shove my mind down your throat<br />
and not just give you a piece of it<br />
because i feel I've been far too nice<br />
I tell you too much brown sugar<br />
and not enough spiceZellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01828044655836034364noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990867546798209616.post-13829352680911716022010-04-14T15:14:00.000-07:002010-04-14T15:14:21.603-07:00The Garden/Law of Notionsit down and write a poem<br />
if life and death depended on it I couldn't write a poem<br />
not to save my life or the life of others<br />
not to save my papa or mommykins<br />
definitely not my brother<br />
<br />
write a poem or die<br />
write a poem or die<br />
die if you don't write this poem<br />
<br />
dwindling away i cannot force myself to write something<br />
that does not adequately fit into this world yet<br />
<br />
it needs time to breath and grow rib<br />
it needs time to eve<br />
it isn't times place to give<br />
creation<br />
but rather the making of it<br />
time that is<br />
<br />
time is not an object but a measurement<br />
writing isn't an object but a measurement<br />
writing is a measurement<br />
a measurement of how you analyze things places, and people around you<br />
<br />
writing is a living breathing creature created out of the measurement of opportunity a tool used to measure time.<br />
<br />
i should of paid more attention in math class because things make sense by what the laws say<br />
but there not adding up<br />
multiplied by my frustration<br />
the situation divides me<br />
i am writing but all the while i am still trying to figure out how.<br />
<br />
i havent eved yet i'm still waiting on adam to wake up in my garden<br />
and although its beautiful i too cannot see yet<br />
so walking blindly it is the beginning<br />
those first steps that truly shape an object<br />
i am being formed<br />
even if i am being still<br />
something inside me as well as around me is still forming<br />
and if you asked me today to save my life could I write you a poem<br />
I would die today<br />
<br />
putting words on paper does not make them great<br />
but rather the construction of them<br />
the manipulation<br />
so that begs the question<br />
are words inherently evil?Zellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01828044655836034364noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990867546798209616.post-76883170055237117412010-03-08T13:04:00.000-08:002010-03-08T13:04:52.019-08:00Training Daythey told me that i wasnt ever gonna make it<br />
told me that id never get to see the top <br />
but now im standing on the mountain looking down <br />
telln em i can't hear you anymore <br />
because your negativity is out of earshot <br />
shocked? <br />
negative nancsy better close yall mouth <br />
mess around and catch flies <br />
thats what my grandpops used to say <br />
killing em with kindness <br />
and pay them no never minds <br />
when you get in to that dark place dont dwell in it <br />
think of better times <br />
so thats what i did <br />
prayed for god to develop my gifts <br />
so i can i make a better life <br />
so i <br />
make art and i <br />
write <br />
and every brush stroke i put on my canvas <br />
gets me a lil closer to the end of the tunnel <br />
i can almost see the light <br />
i no longer hear your gonna be just like your mother <br />
go to jail just like your brothers <br />
die just like ya sisters <br />
dammit i put blisters <br />
on my hands to make sure i didnt end up in the same positiion <br />
ill be dammed if i end up on the same path <br />
cuz i didnt listen <br />
never knew my father but the men who raised me <br />
gave me a chance to be different <br />
put the whoopn on that ass <br />
and low key saved me <br />
from continuing the cycle of self distruction that ran in my blood like a disease <br />
so i look down from that mountain top with mixed feelings glad that i made it yet surprised to succeed <br />
screaming at the top of my lungs "KING KONG AINT GOT NUTHN ON ME" <br />
fell to my knees took a minute to breathe <br />
and then things became clear <br />
it wasn't over <br />
looking higher I wondered, "Where do I go from here"? <br />
<br />
...Zellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01828044655836034364noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990867546798209616.post-46154882869728893692010-03-08T12:37:00.000-08:002010-03-08T12:43:58.265-08:00Cyborgs Make the World Go RoundA fashion and life Manifesto<br />
<br />
Always wear glitter.<br />
Huge Gawdy earrings were made on the first day of creation and those that do not own at least one pair disgrace humanity and slap God directly in face.<br />
Color is life, live by it, die by it.<br />
Fuck Dick and Jane Everyone is a Dillinger and we live in the Era of Badassetry.<br />
Twiggy is in Hell burning in Dante’s inferno on the 8th level melting like the wicked witch she is.<br />
The curve is everlasting, the twiggy is extinct disappearing before your eyes and replaced by all the Toccara’s of the world.<br />
It is a cardinal sin to wear black on any day you’re not dead or visiting somebody who is dead.<br />
A hyper individual is past the idea of the individual, of the common place. They are the mechanized robots of society.<br />
Being able to think is being able to stand alone. <br />
The hyper real human is a cyborg.<br />
Always pack color.<br />
Know your palette.<br />
You wouldn’t bring a 38 to a gun fight with an AK47 would you? So, go get yourself a grenade & blow some shit up!<br />
Think from inside the box. Everyone’s so busy getting out that you’ll have plenty of space to work & pull<br />
from the past all of which is retro.<br />
The past all of it is retro.<br />
The current is metro (moving retro)<br />
& the future is post metro<br />
The world is a Tinguely place.<br />
They should call is the law of Julia. It sums up everything.<br />
And its opposite solves everything- keep moving.<br />
Robots are replaced with new models. Cyborgs evolve.<br />
Robots die. <br />
Cyborgs find ways to live forever.Zellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01828044655836034364noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990867546798209616.post-54501153539130436012010-03-08T02:44:00.002-08:002010-03-08T12:49:52.485-08:00Get Well Soon Hop Hopilln <br />
killn time <br />
killn bars <br />
killin kush <br />
killa cars <br />
killn near <br />
killin far <br />
killin niggas <br />
this rap shit can be a killah <br />
thats what they front up <br />
run up on you <br />
with their fake bullshit raps <br />
embrace a brutha in the same trap <br />
passin hoochie cooter mamas <br />
taking there attention for a minute <br />
caught in the relverie <br />
devilry <br />
{CLAP} <br />
snapping out of it <br />
bruh one says to bruh two <br />
yea i'd hit that <br />
and on goes the cycle of downward mobility <br />
"check, check out my melody" <br />
parading around foolish ideas and flauntin felonies <br />
<br />
sound waves deliever the message of what it is is to stay trill <br />
flashing yo fake diamonds and rent a grills <br />
across the camera <br />
when baby moms cant even pay the light bills <br />
teachin they daughters how to be tip drills <br />
industry flambay: sizzle and die: inexpensive fame hungry cheap thrill <br />
too fake to be real <br />
but the soldier boy waka flocka cats like, "he did it!? awww hell, i can do it too!!!" <br />
yea they can if they give all whack ass niggas like you a gimmick and a deal <br />
<br />
i tend to be <br />
how you living <br />
one hunnit <br />
hip hop <br />
nevr claim to be a stunna i dont want it <br />
i cant stand the culture <br />
everybody clings to you like vultures <br />
pick at you til theres nothing left <br />
rappers need to step up they bars about their guns and money heists concepts <br />
make me wanna foxy brown lose the gift of sound: go deaf<br />
<br />
hip hop smashing on you <br />
eliminate you in one breath <br />
i need evolution in my ears <br />
it dont have to be right as in riteous or stay left <br />
i just dont want no borderline commercial "On to the next" <br />
i didn't say go non secular <br />
just back to basics break it down to the molecular <br />
build it back up <br />
fuck<br />
I <br />
just would like to hear better gospel <br />
rappin bout the same old same is gettin docile (dossil) <br />
doCILE <br />
easy does <br />
eazy does it<br />
easy doing <br />
easy is <br />
easy biz <br />
easy eats <br />
easy beats <br />
easy lives <br />
im tired of these easy kats <br />
gettn over on these kids <br />
rippn em off tryn to pass wack music as the biz <br />
can we get back to the roots <br />
the elements <br />
and the elemental truth <br />
hip hopism as a religion <br />
to get godly spittn in the booth? <br />
can we melt the barbies in this uncuth plastic movement <br />
with napalm then bury them deep in cement blcks <br />
i want to get a one on one psychological sessions <br />
"tell me nicki what do you see in this ink blot? <br />
do voices tell you to talk like a dysfunctional robot?" <br />
I wanna get into their heads to see <br />
why they dont get the message <br />
and why this cool to be ignorant idea was manifested <br />
no need to confess it the labor shows the product <br />
hip hop was an innocent bystander <br />
in the war between society and rap <br />
and it just got caught up <br />
after the verbal gunfire <br />
i rode with you in the ambulence <br />
while they tried to bring you back to life <br />
got hopeful when they told me you were weak but managed to survive the damages <br />
and so i <br />
write you a get well card <br />
and hope one day in the very near future <br />
you can take off your bandages <br />
because the rap game is in a state of emergency <br />
an SOS call has been sited <br />
and hip hop needs to answer it <br />
rap is sick itself <br />
cancerous <br />
a ticking time bomb <br />
and only the pureness of hip hop can dismantle it <br />
<br />
get well soon hip hop <br />
the game needs youZellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01828044655836034364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990867546798209616.post-38644856846288659892010-03-08T02:44:00.000-08:002010-03-08T12:51:15.952-08:00Sleep is For P*****too tired to write<br />
talking nonsense yo <br />
late night west coasting <br />
trying to get by <br />
on no sleep <br />
overworked <br />
but i can't stop the hustle <br />
hustle or die <br />
die as in to sleep <br />
and to sleep to say we end <br />
and i refuse to give in <br />
and let some other chump chick bite my hustle <br />
when i'm so close to success i can taste it <br />
ill be damned i put so much work into a future <br />
death to complacence <br />
fuck patience <br />
im impatient <br />
i want it now <br />
but i understand i gotta give it til i get it <br />
so no sleepn when you ttrying to get somewhere <br />
thats how folks crash and burn <br />
falling asleep at the wheel <br />
im trying to put on work <br />
never leave yo cup unattended to <br />
competition always trying to slip you that ambien <br />
find yourself in an ambulance <br />
kweens like me avoid the ann boyeln <br />
all politics like VietNAM Ho Chi Minh and Berlin <br />
I dont play that tricky dick shit <br />
nor do i let the king ax me <br />
matter-a-factly <br />
i run my kingdom <br />
i run my ship <br />
and to them <br />
i could give a fuck less <br />
looking at em driving by hatin' in a hooptie <br />
while i wave at em from the cutlass <br />
life is up for the must get <br />
so i davy crockett <br />
and go for me musket <br />
and blast off like a rockett <br />
joan dillenger <br />
lyrical machine guns at the ready <br />
ever so softly killin ya <br />
verbal artillary: heavy <br />
black betsy <br />
dont think im wit it test me <br />
jigsaw mentality <br />
raw self centrality <br />
no shame <br />
step in this ring <br />
wear a raincoat it gets messy <br />
hustlns a messy job tho <br />
but somebodys gotta do it...Zellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01828044655836034364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990867546798209616.post-87916493627043253732010-03-08T02:43:00.001-08:002010-03-08T12:52:51.059-08:00Despite the Oddstoday i found out that my mr. right now<br />
was mr. right. <br />
cleared his busy schedule to be with me all day <br />
and not expected; to my surprise <br />
he <br />
learned something about me <br />
that was so deep in my closet i thought i forgot about it <br />
and instead of running away he stayed right there <br />
didn't flinch, didnt blink, said that i should think <br />
of it as something that makes me, me <br />
and i wouldnt be ther person i am without it <br />
and through the stubborn tears that rolled down my face <br />
fearing he would leave like all the rest <br />
to the best <br />
of his ability he gave me a ginuine smile <br />
saying he wasn't planning on going anywhere for a while <br />
if ever <br />
and i drifted to sleep <br />
in his arms <br />
for what seemed like almost half of forever <br />
listening to the rain beating against my windows <br />
realizing that in this world <br />
despite the odds <br />
i am lovedZellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01828044655836034364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990867546798209616.post-69226295668818102302010-03-08T02:42:00.000-08:002010-03-08T12:54:19.343-08:00Empowered Poem (Untitled)woman tell me why they<br />
say<br />
you<br />
are not strong enough<br />
tell me why they say you are to be subservient<br />
tell me why they refuse to let me through this glass ceiling<br />
even though i know i be desrving it<br />
woman you can give your opinion<br />
but that doesnt mean at all in any way that youve been heard<br />
im steady observing this<br />
that every time i try to give it to em all the way strait <br />
from 0-60 in 60 seconds they wanna grab my wheel like its the thing to do and swerve<br />
fuck up my path and have me flip off the overpass on a curve<br />
<br />
fuck you mighty man <br />
cuz gawd put a wo before my name<br />
power like WHOA<br />
outlandish<br />
forget your mannish<br />
ways <br />
you've lost your manners<br />
and oh<br />
lose my number<br />
k?<br />
class one clinger your incessant calls drivn me bannerz<br />
and bruh i need my space<br />
I will not let you dumb me down and follow your destruction to the grave<br />
i am not a trophy for you to put up on display<br />
<br />
so<br />
awake me from this idol slumber<br />
let me be not no numb-er<br />
then i portray to be<br />
image is weakness is what is seems<br />
"bring that coca cola bottle over here" says he<br />
and me? I say "excuse me, are you talking to me?"<br />
and he says "girl you a tall glass a water and Im thirsty"<br />
see<br />
society makes it seem like<br />
i need to be shaken up<br />
like a martini<br />
put a garnish on me and make me look nice<br />
send me out there on a platter wearing only a bikini<br />
so i can be objectified<br />
dehumanized<br />
thats what they do right<br />
parade us for the enjoyment of their eyes<br />
their pleasure<br />
we are to be <br />
accessories<br />
intricately accessorized<br />
machine like<br />
stepford wife<br />
materialized <br />
something that can be replaced<br />
if he should like<br />
<br />
society then says that<br />
we are built to be a part of their lives<br />
their lies<br />
we are to be a prize<br />
you looked shocked<br />
this should come as no surprise<br />
yes sweety<br />
a trophy til you die<br />
let him polish you up when he's not busy<br />
so when his friends come by <br />
they too can marvel at the v cut of your collerbone the outline of your behind and the thickness of your thighs<br />
with each look by unwanted eyes your brilliance is slightly dimmed, more confined<br />
repeatedly subjectified dying little by little over time<br />
only you know what for you is essential<br />
and you cannot fully shine<br />
if you do not realize your own potential<br />
women you are instrimental to lifes symphony<br />
you are the conductor, the maestro-ette, the writer<br />
you are the pro lifer<br />
you supply the world with population<br />
the world is your candle and you are the lighter<br />
illuminate the world with your power<br />
do not let a man establish your worth<br />
go forth,<br />
sweet flower, bloom, and pollenate the earthZellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01828044655836034364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990867546798209616.post-69956530355935130812010-03-08T02:40:00.001-08:002010-03-08T13:01:15.895-08:00He Makes Mehe makes me think about the next day<br />
before <br />
the sun sets on the very day<br />
that i'm<br />
day dreaming<br />
about him<br />
he makes me<br />
want to let my hair down<br />
call off of work<br />
and clear my schedule <br />
like:<br />
"Plans? what plans? I'm free"<br />
<br />
he makes me want to loose my mind like its the thing to do<br />
like being ideocentric is synonymous for normalcy<br />
in those idol hours of intimacy <br />
i think to myself,<br />
i was nevr supposed to fall in love<br />
i was never supposed to let myself feel this vulnerable<br />
but again here he is<br />
and again here i am<br />
and we both are there in the same space <br />
sharing each others air<br />
the only thing i can hear is the dreams beside me<br />
this is crazy<br />
i should be institutionalized<br />
commited<br />
both of which i already am<br />
i roll over and stare into the darkness<br />
wondering how long will it last<br />
and just as quickly as that thought came<br />
another came to overpower it telling me to live in the now<br />
the moment is the only quitessential thing that is necessary<br />
that<br />
and breathing<br />
<br />
i listened to the internal debate of myself for my self <br />
and realized that <br />
he makes me want to run out in the rain with no raincoat<br />
crawl across the dessert with not a drop of H2O<br />
you think oh<br />
she must be insane <br />
but it is he that makes me so.Zellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01828044655836034364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990867546798209616.post-76699576268770379082010-03-03T16:36:00.001-08:002010-03-08T13:02:49.956-08:00Revolutionif a revolution is to be televised <br />
tell 'em I <br />
didn't get the message <br />
tell 'em my<br />
ears went unprotected utterly terrified <br />
varified by the ringing in my ears <br />
let me clarify I am now <br />
deafed <br />
to conception <br />
did you hear me bruthaman <br />
death has manifested <br />
itself in culture <br />
played vulture <br />
to our youth <br />
and picked the bones clean <br />
so that the skeletons of once wholesomehuman beings <br />
lay earrily at the feet of humanity <br />
welcoming the empty dream <br />
with ghostly arms of deja vu <br />
cards on the table texas hold em <br />
I can see your tell <br />
Your left side twitches slightly when your doing well <br />
good revolution I win you lose <br />
bad revolution: What would Adolf do? <br />
good morning vietnam how are you? <br />
death before execution <br />
wake up from electricution <br />
shock therapy <br />
back to life <br />
back to reality <br />
how ever do you want it <br />
revolution is just a formality <br />
the action of change on steroids; juice <br />
be the change you wish to see in the world they say <br />
multiply by two <br />
then you <br />
will have the recipe not for revolt <br />
but the recipe for result <br />
because a revolution can be televised<br />
but if nobodys watchn and the volumes not up <br />
nor is program on the right channell <br />
what does it matter <br />
if everyones in the kitchen fixing a sandwhich <br />
and no ones paying attention?Zellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01828044655836034364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990867546798209616.post-58174613963340954362010-03-03T16:35:00.000-08:002010-03-08T13:03:51.180-08:00Gawd Save the Kweenphallocentric <br />
shallow, centered <br />
self, essential <br />
size him up <br />
black body <br />
male <br />
epicenter <br />
fail <br />
my epicenter <br />
all hail <br />
the kween <br />
i have entered <br />
bow down to your grace <br />
presents of lotions and lace <br />
audience of one <br />
silent applause <br />
i am to be looked at? <br />
pause <br />
blindfolded <br />
eager to see the goods <br />
eager to get the keys to see under tha hood <br />
heavy engine <br />
i likes that <br />
v8 power <br />
black gold <br />
deck of cards <br />
52 card pickup <br />
poker <br />
i fold <br />
uncover my eyes <br />
and let them discover you <br />
"not yet" <br />
foreign hands dance up my spine <br />
masked trust <br />
foreign kisses <br />
foreign touch <br />
drowing in pleasure <br />
let the ocean swallow you up <br />
euphoric attempted murder <br />
water boarding <br />
whats the name of term where you like pain? <br />
and all i can say <br />
while the waves rush over me <br />
again and again <br />
in hushed whispers <br />
god save the kween <br />
<br />
GOD SAVE THE KWEENZellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01828044655836034364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990867546798209616.post-91482077974138034452010-03-03T16:24:00.003-08:002010-03-08T13:05:36.885-08:00Money Problems: Late Night Poetics III wish I had rolls of money with a gold money clip <br />
but all i got is a nickle and 2pnnys 2 give you my 2 money cents <br />
all i wanna do is get those tuition greenz up <br />
but arnold raising the dollars so its harder to keep them dreams up <br />
mamacita work hard for the benjamins yet she aint seein jack <br />
pockets poor government gambling mylife away <br />
bad game of roulette <br />
always in the black <br />
<br />
(i'm gonna write more later i'm sleepy)Zellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01828044655836034364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990867546798209616.post-78366855228013394402010-03-03T16:24:00.001-08:002010-03-08T13:07:06.242-08:00Late Night Poeticssomething heartfelt might make ya heart melt bruh<br />
i warn you watch me closely <br />
i might pour acid on your cardio vascular <br />
and start askin ya questions you cant answer <br />
sir, <br />
the spectacular isnt always so spectacular <br />
my true self asks my blue self y is u after her <br />
guard up fierce when she was yungr all the boys used to laugh at her <br />
now they all try to master her <br />
riddle me i am the riddle you try to find an answer ta <br />
but you boys remain to go unsolved.. that is the reason i choose not to get emotionally involved.--- LATE NIGHT POETICSZellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01828044655836034364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990867546798209616.post-26918157008574170202010-03-03T16:23:00.000-08:002010-03-08T13:06:30.687-08:00Let Me Show You How Monsters Ballicky poo<br />
doo doo<br />
cockatoo<br />
tiramisu<br />
skip to my lou <br />
i love you<br />
yogi bear and boo boo<br />
rashad and nu nu<br />
intimate voodoo<br />
deny?<br />
you do<br />
have a spell on me<br />
no boohoo i smile<br />
dummy did stuffed up with yo infernal kisses<br />
internal blisses<br />
comes to mind when i think of becoming your eternal misses..<br />
"O"'s you caught me "X"'s you misses<br />
hugs and kisses<br />
tummy full of loves u dishes<br />
like a super dummynisen cd of overlord based remixes....<br />
u switches powers that turn me on and electrify me with delishes<br />
and i relishes in your webb u spinned submissive<br />
imprisoned<br />
like a jeanie in a bottle minus the 3 wishes<br />
minus cristina ag-a-larry<br />
i am yo halle berry <br />
lemme show u how monsters ball<br />
<br />
..........................Zellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01828044655836034364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990867546798209616.post-29567214890764043432010-03-03T16:22:00.000-08:002010-03-08T13:09:32.307-08:00The Last N****He said I love you. <br />
<br />
Go figga... <br />
The last nigga <br />
said the same thing to make my heart beat just a little bit quicker <br />
boom ticka bomb ticka... <br />
<br />
Yea, he made my body shiver, <br />
and yea he had me so sprung his internal organs needed replacing <br />
I'd give him both kidneys if need be <br />
and my liver <br />
blind as stevie <br />
signed sealed delivered I was his <br />
<br />
saw the rest of our livestoghether after day one <br />
didnt i tell yall i was sprung <br />
fooled me <br />
i be fool.. see <br />
thinking <br />
at the time this right here is cool beans <br />
such a cool scene <br />
played a fool one too many times didnt know i was the punch line of the joke <br />
<br />
funny ha ha <br />
later had me look back like damn how he fool me... <br />
<br />
he told me to hold him down and i did <br />
like i said signed sealed and delivered i was his <br />
he called me i picked up, "whats the biz" <br />
oh you comn round eleven, cool if thats what it is <br />
ten a lady cleaning house making sure everything clean and pristine <br />
eleven im ready waiting to hear my doorbell ring <br />
by 1101 im ready to do our thing <br />
share one dream ifyou know what i mean <br />
but its 12 and u aint o where to be seen <br />
you aint picking up calls or texts or anything <br />
stood me up once again you lied to me and i chose to believe <br />
<br />
not hearing from you for days after <br />
u become the master of excuses <br />
the the rhythmn in the music <br />
HIM: the music made me do it <br />
but (laughter) <br />
ME: you did itbecause you chose to do it... <br />
but one of those looks and that embrace <br />
and my angry face <br />
girl its gone to the wind <br />
once again and i was mad to see it go <br />
because if i coulda just pushed past him kissing on my neck' <br />
i could moved on to the next <br />
but i wanted to be blind <br />
so i asked the man tohand me a blindfold <br />
and so i fold and give in to the cycle of the i love you <br />
which is just a synonym for I'm sorry thats just more powerful <br />
so it up close it washes away wrong <br />
if you want it to <br />
<br />
(I wanted it to) <br />
<br />
I wanted to dance to a rhytmn that wasn't right for me. <br />
and thats where i went wrong <br />
so this new nigga who wants to say i love you <br />
you can't fool me... <br />
you have to show me you mean it <br />
do't tell me apologies for things u intend to keep on doing and have me believe it <br />
because i for one my brutha fa damn sho don't need it!Zellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01828044655836034364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990867546798209616.post-86497367872423606372010-03-03T16:20:00.000-08:002010-03-08T13:11:15.638-08:00LA State of Mind (the poem)I just wrote down evrthng that came to mind when painting this piece below here... LA STATE OF MIND POEM- By: Amanda Daniels Aka Zelles known as the Poet Truth B Real <br />
<br />
(Since I’m doing this late I’m going to write my piece on all the things it makes me feel and all the feelings and ideas I had while painting the piece) <br />
<br />
Ebony brown queen Wake up from your dreams. <br />
Fly because you are fly as angel wings <br />
Light me up <br />
Flash dance <br />
Where you rodeo wear <br />
Convertible; let the wind blow thru your hair <br />
Caught in traffic on sunset <br />
Day hasn’t even begun yet <br />
City of dreams and meaning <br />
City of angels full of demons <br />
Everybody has them <br />
Colorful as life is <br />
Nothing is just black and white <br />
But reds browns and yellows too <br />
An amalgam of sun kissed skin <br />
Amid thieves, exotica <br />
Night life erotica <br />
Robotica <br />
Club hopping and the strobe lights flash <br />
And we drink and we drink and we drink…. We stumble and then we laugh <br />
And we cry as close friends die <br />
You never know when they’ll be a drive by Or when one day might be your last <br />
<br />
You never can live forever being a menace to society <br />
Pour a 40 out for a deceased homies sobriety <br />
GIRLS IN THE HOOD <br />
Full figured <br />
Walking coke bottles <br />
Ticking time bombs of youth <br />
Of earth of dirt of Adam <br />
In truth, <br />
LA is our Eden <br />
But at the same time our tea unsweetened <br />
An old Rome at times <br />
Battered and beaten <br />
Weathered <br />
But birds of a feather flock together <br />
Live and die in LA <br />
LA confidential <br />
It’s detrimental to your health to go against the grain <br />
Nothing to gain you go for the adrenaline of the street life <br />
The jungles calling you <br />
Say hey to those rich folk in Baldwin hills I’m one of them <br />
In my dreams I’m one of them <br />
In my waking state im one of them in my death im one of them <br />
A Baldwinite? <br />
No <br />
An angel <br />
I make this city <br />
I exist in this city because I am that city <br />
And even though it’s not pretty all the time <br />
It has its moments <br />
Its twilights and its sunrises and its evenings <br />
Listen to the city <br />
Closer hear heavy how it be breathing <br />
3am and nobody’s sleeping <br />
Labor for that hustle <br />
Breathless skyline <br />
Those are things that comes to mind <br />
When LA comes to mind. <br />
<br />
the best coast i give it up for my west coastZellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01828044655836034364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990867546798209616.post-79921203225164712052010-03-03T16:18:00.000-08:002010-03-08T13:12:42.224-08:00Mind Chick (Battle Poem)I'ma mind chick<br />
into jedi mind tricks <br />
i weave metaphors galore into lifes divine-ment<br />
choke u out with the verbal, ressusate you like the heimlich <br />
this flo b timeless blunt and ruthless like Imus<br />
they raps be trash while mine clash like opposing colors jolting the dead concepts of the mindlesstapping feeling into the spineless<br />
im prime kidd no schmo can blow my optimal I shine kidd!<br />
i laugh at those quasi' modo's<br />
fast as flo jo<br />
to move on my solo dolo<br />
while they raps a nogo and audiences are no show and have been reassigned on consignment<br />
to a new assignment<br />
they raps need some new alignment<br />
get outta here with that dumbshit screaming out "Marco Polo"<br />
Blackstar, Def and Kweli<br />
hard hittinglike ali<br />
raps pretty as halle<br />
(no homo)<br />
where my cipha at?<br />
where my verbal?<br />
hip hop trippn over that hurdle<br />
and the finish line is 1000 feet furthar then before<br />
all i want is rhymes galore<br />
rhymes galore<br />
all i want is rhymes galoreZellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01828044655836034364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990867546798209616.post-20915078241468016932009-03-13T12:04:00.000-07:002010-03-08T13:11:43.963-08:00You Fuckn Up<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 85%;">You fuckn up</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Call me at hour that’s decent</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Not the hour for creepn </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Textn me on the weekend</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 85%;">like whats up with this freakin</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Speakn like you got the ill fire to get me leakin</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Im tired of yo porno preaching toes curln fingers reachn</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 85%;">To the heavens like yo shit is godly and you like you some kind of sanctified dick deacon</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Beacon of bitches</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 85%;">But speakin of bitches</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 85%;">This missus aint ya mistress</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Full of gummy raindrops and <strong>chocolate</strong> kisses</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 85%;">I know you feening but I don’t give fixes to tweakers that be weaker then white folks koolaid mixes</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Just how you don’t even PAY attention to boujee trixes</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 85%;">I play you on your own ish like movie flixes</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 85%;">You fuckn up </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 85%;">And im over here bustn up</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 85%;">like this bruh must think I’m dumb enough</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Dick aint love</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Don’t get it mixed up with lust</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Because pretty boy aint the one to trust</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 85%;">I’ve been there done it and you will get fucked</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Just yo ass will be the one left in the dust when dude busts</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Don’t catch feelings because I found out a long time ago feelings don’t mean much</span></div>Zellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01828044655836034364noreply@blogger.com0