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Romantic Sanity!?
edge of mine
mind
this thing tis real
is she real
it's trill how you treat a nigga tho...
it's woah unto you who hold my heart plantitively
in your grasp
don't you grasp me?
not like that...
totally.
I love you.
and I never say that shit
but i do
when I go to sleep...
my eyelids are adorned with you
in the morn...
my ceiling is decorated
with little platlets and danglings of my darling
darling sarah
you are that
which stories attempt to convey
which soaps try to fake
no need for the faking
I am waking
up to the fact
that you are the psychoanalist
in complete control over me
and my romantic sanity.
"Holding The Mic is Power"
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I got the mic
dammnit!
you sit your black ass down
and listen
I got the mic
hold your peace brother
and listen
this is in my hand is cordless power
waves carry my message
to your ears
sometimes acoustically even
you WILL hear me
unless you get up
and walk the fuck out
in which case
I will chronicle your every step
out the door
in shame
don't fuck with me
when I got the mic
let me sing my song
it's got a purpose
no, really
my songs are rececitators
for the breathless
hope for the hopeless
stilts for the legless
this mic was made for singing
and encouraging
holding the mic is power |
"why should eyes bend?"
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why
why should eyes bend
when i say bend
i mean
look
lower than the path ahead
of the socket owner
niggas are so fuckin unconfident
and then mad
because they see
I and my eyes are confident
you can look into them
and see
from what I hear
why the fuck do I gotta bend
for the next nigga
why won't you pull your shoes up
and come with me
the door
open for success
is narrow
but together we can wedge like a motherfucker
and get through that shit
divided
you wanna walk ahead of me
and the fact that you can't
is a thorn
now ain't it?
sorry to report
my mind ain't change
and my eyes wasn't made for bending
these eyes was made for seeing
damned if I can't see past you
sincerely yours
nathaniel
and the eyes have it. |
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"watching tv"
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LAST EDITED ON Nov-09-03 AT 05:45 PM (EST)
in my ghetto brooklyn boy slump
in the chair
face aglow
indescriminate stare
right ahead
searching
for food
brain food if you will
something seen
will trigger
a reaction
usually
ha-haaaa!
or a whut the fuck?
it's weird how it captures you
holding your eyesight
with sordid stories
tepid love affairs
inducing supported infidelity
snacks in my lap
lips slightly parted in a dummed out fashion
beverage not far
never far
from said parted lips
instant visual and oral stimulation
you can't beat that
watching tv. |
"my how you've grown--beyonce tribute"
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LAST EDITED ON Nov-02-03 AT 08:59 PM (EST)
singing other girls parts
while they are there
and apparently uncapable
overcoming initial rejection
enjoying current do-no-wrongness
this essence
this throwback if you will
to the days of 3 shows a night
tight shows now
wow
you not playing huh?
your daddy must be proud
the young girl
who had to give up dates
to practice her breaks
and take after take
getting those arrangements
copasetic
wasn't it worth it?
friends lossed
more gained
some for you
some ain't
but years have prayerfully shown you
the glare of the hazard lights
like when you walk into a room?
do you ever see people as big ass hazard lights?
like oh shit..trun right
nah..turn left
asshole right ahead
crabassnigga at your rear
no need to worry
s.carter dotting every i
doting your every whim
with him
you seem to be THAT star
much overlooked
always doing your thing
but now the audience is greater
more expectant
don't get nervous mama
you will be fine
I was there
from the too grown outfits
all the way up to the
she think she cute
and I ain't going nowhere
babygirl you stay on my mind
fullfilled your fantasy(singing) |
Hearing Hathaway"
by: N. Thomas (circa03')
"...through our hearts
we never parted
and through our living
we're friends thru friendshipped hearts
and the way we are
when we're together..
(brrriiing--goes the sound of the guitar)"
....this always happens
when I hear hathaway
something just goes through me
a living
breathing
inner revival service of sorts
of course
the feeling is fleeting
but nonetheless
my reality
this is a part of me
when I hear little things like the peculiar rattle of the
morracas
or the deep natural sound of a live bass
that shit is real
realer than a fat ladies creases around her panty-line
when she takes them jokers off
after a day of sitting behind a desk for 9 hours
hathaway was the truth ruth
whether it was the summoning of the angels to
help him and us
pick ourselves and our heavy brothers up
out the muck and the mire
or picturing him peering through a wire fence
at the prisoners morning line-up at the local precint
which may have induced songs like
"he ain't heavy, he's my brother"
or "someday we'll all be free"
everything ain't literal
some see it as political
I see it was everyday
freedom
dum and smart we are each other
another color
but each other
hearing hathaway
has helped me realize me
and all that encompasses that nigga
hearing hathaway
has cracked open
and in some cases knocked down doors
in soul music
that were seemingly shut to US
unless we had the bleaching cream
or were cool with the whites
you know I'm right
sight has enabled us to see things in front of US
but hearing hathaway
helped me see ahead
GOD bless the dead
I am still hearing hathaway...
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