tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75029114816422687712024-03-08T02:54:03.722-08:00Jack of All Trades...Master of NoneTRPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14221329882425849323noreply@blogger.comBlogger66125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502911481642268771.post-50007319093381308712012-12-02T22:01:00.001-08:002012-12-02T22:01:36.732-08:00Christopher ColumbusEven through confusion we found fusion<br />
No need for menus, we both order us<br />
Love of a lifetime, Haley’s Comet<br />
But now...we just living off its’ starry dust<br />
Going through the motions like black hair…<br />
Why has this conditioner harden us?<br />
Proxy---bonded and bounded 2 oxy<br />
Inhaling expletives from exasperation…it carboned us<br />
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Man we so far from us<br />
Aliens in our abode, fucking feeling like foreigners-in love<br />
Know the alphabets--not the language--it’s all Greek to me<br />
A stack of words in this pic we painted, but you don’t speak to me<br />
The only reason ya maintaining, cuz you texting them and me<br />
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After all these rabbits, monkeys and birds,<br />
I know your faith is fatigued<br />
But you camouflaging me with things from my days at the university<br />
I thought we’d never vanquish, as long as we believed<br />
Damn it’s so hard to sustain when all you see is sea<br />
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And you think the world ends, scared of La Niña<br />
Cuz you fear all the niñas, think I’m gonna veer to India<br />
We could discover a new world and eclipse Amerigo<br />
Love conquers all, Cupids nature's imperial<br />
Baby you can both fear it all and be inferior<br />
But you wouldn’t be here at all, if we weren’t superior<br />
It may take a miracle<br />
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Either bounce or bounce if ya wit me<br />
...memories only count if ya with me<br />
Recount all the mini-memories
is like accounting for pennies<br />
But then it amounts to a mountain of plenty<br />
reasons we even was, are and will be<br />
Ounces...There’s no many without any<br />
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I predicted this would happen, but I still wasn't prepared </div>
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Indigently steered in to the wall, and prayed to be spared</div>
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Read the revelations from the glass tablet, but I was deafened from the blare</div>
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Herald from Seer and heeled by the Sayer</div>
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Reared in the womb of her problems</div>
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Still neutered off her</div>
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Now outgrown the pot of closed doors</div>
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But still rooted in her</div>
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Tried to detour this runaway train</div>
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But still routed to her</div>
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Screaming my love through tears that puddle on my screen</div>
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But they muted to her</div>
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Am I suited for her?</div>
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Haute Couture or Tailored</div>
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Obscured by the ones from Baylor</div>
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I seen the trailer</div>
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Wasn't ready for a sequel</div>
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The aim was to keep you</div>
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So I was game for a reboot</div>
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Didn't know I was in the lane for a lame reshoot</div>
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Action, Take a zillion</div>
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Can't say I hate the persons, but I do hate the feelings</div>
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Filled in </div>
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Cavity carved the fleeting love of those women</div>
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But those are those women</div>
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I chose woman, but I knows women</div>
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Men go hunting </div>
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Women they go fishing</div>
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But is it so different</div>
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To kill or be caught </div>
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They live to be hooked </div>
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Ain't lived till I shot</div>
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<br /></div>
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Baby you were gone before you sent that text</div>
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Just cuz someone is new doesn't mean they are next...</div>
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...options....</div>
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....delete message...</div>
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...are you sure....</div>
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....New Message</div>
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Enter me! </div>
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The road from an embryo to an entity</div>
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I've lost it all..</div>
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Bye virginity</div>
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Sayonara divinity</div>
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Left with my enemies </div>
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Them or me, can't be haunted by their memory</div>
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In a Mexican Stand-Off with him, I, and inner me...</div>
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<br /></div>
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Please</div>
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Don't be afraid!</div>
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Be Amazed!</div>
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The maze of a raisin in the sun</div>
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The raising of a son placed upon a mom</div>
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Who gave chase to her wants and never wafted from the brunt</div>
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I was made in a dorm</div>
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She never stayed in a dorm</div>
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She wasn't too dumb, she was just too young...</div>
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And dangerous is what they labeled me</div>
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My race so enabling</div>
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My color so disabling</div>
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Maybe I was born with it or maybe it was Maybeline</div>
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All made up-A cover</div>
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But it's hard to escape the scene</div>
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Reality bites I had to figure out away to dream</div>
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Over hungers growl, figure out away to sing</div>
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You know a hood nigga always had a way to scheme</div>
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Like Nino puffin cigars in the carter hid a way like kings...</div>
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Of Princes of Paupers-No visit from papa</div>
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But he didn't know he had to visit the bastard</div>
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Its hard to write that sentence, the pastor</div>
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Told me God's my father</div>
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You mean the same dude who is the cause of the Christmas disaster</div>
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Unwrapping next months late rent</div>
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Both them niggas missing in action</div>
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Fathers found in my features made in both likenesses</div>
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Never thought I turn on TV and see him, I might as well try the shit</div>
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I was scared to meet him, didn't think I was man enough</div>
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But he stepped up to the plate taught me about manning up</div>
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And down</div>
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I been making moves since the OJ Trial News</div>
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How he gonna show me how to be me…how to be He?</div>
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How to be Me?</div>
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Why? Because my mother was paying bills</div>
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When I wasn't dodging detention I was avoiding getting killed</div>
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What's the problem with me sagging, I ranked number 14?</div>
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Where he saw potential I couldn't.</div>
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He just wanted more for me</div>
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To the world I was just adolescent adder</div>
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Where you saw a man, I saw a ladder</div>
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I saw a gram, when I saw adult</div>
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Trying to support my fam, telling time by my shadow</div>
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Silhouettes...</div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17166554961336540614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502911481642268771.post-41512506212599587332012-04-25T21:33:00.000-07:002012-04-26T12:13:25.658-07:00Heisman to Hell<div>
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Ain't no Vicodin for heart ache</div>
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Running with the truth</div>
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White Bronco for the car chase</div>
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Absence of evidence is the evidence of absence</div>
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Sole witness to the presence of my present for they asses</div>
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Whats a crime without passion?</div>
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Especially when the passion is crime-She's mine Motherfucker!</div>
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I bought them panties you ripped off,</div>
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Makeup you messed up-You kissed death when you kissed her</div>
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Nicole…</div>
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I don't remember our first kiss</div>
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But I remember last ones, each one a special gift</div>
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I knew what I had, but you didn't know that I had it</div>
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Stolen by this nigga covered in blood and one of your fake eyelashes</div>
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Tragic? Bitch Please! You didn't suffer nan</div>
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I am a MotherKiller, instead of a MotherFucker now</div>
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You had kids by me, but you don't want a brother now?</div>
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Left him dead at the door, and dared him to say he loved her now</div>
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Man I wonder who's the owner of this glove I found?</div>
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The tragedy is that I gotta live knowing that I failed</div>
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For the first time in my life, and I can't let that ship sail</div>
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I hope to end up where your eyes land</div>
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But now death to me is jail</div>
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It all started with a Heisman</div>
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It all ended up in Hell</div>
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....strike the pose...</div>
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...pull the gun away from your head...</div>
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<br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17166554961336540614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502911481642268771.post-53380286777647298342011-07-20T17:01:00.001-07:002011-07-20T17:12:59.161-07:00MonstersHe's a monster.<br />Oh how I longed to proclaim that, exclaim that, scream that, with the fear of a child-But<br />I can merely state it<br />In a stasis of pure belief<br /><br />She's a monster.<br />Oh how I longed to proclaim that, exclaim that, scream that, with the fear of a child-But<br />I can merely state it<br />In a stasis of pure belief<br /><br />He's a monster.<br />Although a beast of a different phylum, he hails from that kingdom<br />While not royalty,<br />The crown of broken hearts rest upon his head like thorns;<br />...He was merely ignorant.<br /><br />She's a monster.<br />The evidence of lore and tears from the empty bottles of foolish men's testimony<br />While not apparent in the forward,<br />The climax always rears the final punctuations' perpetual fruition<br />She was the textbook terror.<br /><br />He's a monster.<br />He invaded to evade; not to reign<br />He could have found a yielding and loyal subject,<br />Who yearned for a sire to claim the exclusive and covetous throne of her heart.<br />He was a conqueror of hinds, not hearts.<br /><br />She's a monster.<br />They way my name's last syllable slipped off her tongue and dove into my hopes<br />Seduced her horror into my heart <br />Plunging me into the oceans of her facade mythic depths.<br />Yet, even without common sense's air, I was able to breath<br />Her cursed kisses maimed me with gills<br /><br />He's a monster.<br />No fool, nor child this road was familiar as my failures<br />But his grasp, hugs, kisses, and glances painted the Picasso of things hoped for...<br />...over the reality of things to be-that were<br />I knew, I just did not want to-That Bastard!<br /><br />She's a monster<br />Yet I still swam in my grave, searching for her echo<br />A zombie, rendered brainless from the mirage of my life's prayers<br />She caused my heart to think and feel for me!<br />She effected my heart to think and feel only her!<br />She defected my heart to hers-That Bitch!<br /><br />He's a monster.<br />The memory of his reveal is as clear as pastures<br />As my defenses last hesitant instincts recoiled,<br />His true form coiled; and blasted into my vulnerabilities ajar window<br />Raising up and rearing his frightening yet all to familiar hood<br />His salacious hunger for his impending feast of my loves satisfaction<br />Caused his fangs to rain saliva upon like a volcanic ash<br /><br />She's a monster.<br />The glorious illumination of her light dwindled to a star from the sun<br />And as I gave chase, the faint glow grew; slowly outlining gaping and crooked jaws<br />Littered with the bones of missing Saturday night soldiers<br />They ached for me to find my home amongst the bed of bodies<br />And as her gullet created a drain, I flushed any resistance<br /><br />He's a monster<br />And as he lunged towards my me<br />All I could do was accept what is, and do what I knew best <br />I smiled...<br /><br />She's a monster.<br />Roped to her heart hungry stomach, <br />All I could do was accept what is, and do what I knew best<br />I smiled...<br /><br />You see I am a monster.<br />And with the inevitable looking so inviting<br />Enticing me to feast upon reality, the foil fantasy<br />Every predator is prey...to something<br />....and its feeding time<br /><br />...eat or get ate... <br /><br /><br /><a href="http://ryanphipps.blogspot.com">Jack of All Trades...Master of None<br /></a><a href="http://trpastiche.blogspot.com">TRPastiche</a><br /><a href="http://twitter.com/trphipps">@TRPhipps<br /></a><a href="http://facebook.com/trpoetry">TRPoetry</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17166554961336540614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502911481642268771.post-79449414836211877092011-06-20T00:59:00.000-07:002011-06-20T01:32:13.213-07:00Orenthal's Room<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://law2.umkc.edu/faculty/projects/ftrials/simpson/ojsimpson.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 335px;" src="http://law2.umkc.edu/faculty/projects/ftrials/simpson/ojsimpson.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>**Phone Rings**<br /></div><span style="font-style:italic;">Hello I think I have someones shirt, it was misplaced in my dry cleaning?<br /><br />Cleaners: We haven't had anyone call for a shirt, when did you take out your dry cleaning?<br /><br />Last month my name is ..., my girl usually drops it off my customer number is 789<br /><br />Cleaners: Oh hi Mr. ..., I met your brother he is a funny guy he came in with your wife last month to pick up your dry cleaning</span><br /><br /><br />Cup full of crown, drinkin staring at your name in cell phone<br />I should call you and go home<br />But I know your not alone<br /><br />This good woman I should try,<br />someone who can appreciate a good guy<br />One cup for me is too much<br />I'm about to call yo ass, pick up...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Fuck that nigga that's eclipsing me</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I can taste his toothpaste when you kissin me</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Fuck that nigga that's inside you now</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">He better be with you when it all goes down</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">(Are you home Right Now?)</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I might can't do better but I cant do worst</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Where has my woman been lately</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I might can't do better but I cant do worst</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ill just prayin waitin on you to get here</span><br /><br />Another cup of henny, I don't even drink liquor<br />I don't care how long it takes you to get here<br />I don't even miss you no more<br />Confused between nights and mornings<br />Cuz the sun isn't important<br />When your pluto....what you mean im not a planet just granite<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">hook</span><br /><br />I used to be addicted to facebook pimpin and tempted by fucking bitches that I almost had<br />Disappointment<br />I never knew I had to make an fucking appointment just to call yo ass<br />Where is the cake cuz--<br />This is a party yep this is a party<br />I hope you brought that nigga cuz this is a party<br />Thank you for comin cuz noone is leavin<br />God just lost another angel to his own demon<br />Wish I could go but ain't no escapin from freedom<br />--And this was torture<br />Free Clinic Waiting Room this is torture<br />Kept away from the snakes in the orchard<br />But damn eve for Christ shakes your just a whore for<br />The fruits odor, thats why you inhale, engulf and reorder (Another Please)<br />Hard stay updated when you fuckin the twitter Orca<br />Dumb bird tryna keep him at capacity<br />An Opacity to your insecure voracity<br />Combat Mortality...Fatality<br />Like Cano took his heart cuz his had yours<br />And yours has mine and I had to get first<br />Why in my dry cleaning did I get that shirt?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">hook</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">**Phone Rings**<br />(You have reached the voice-mail of...Please Leave a Message after the tone)<br />**Phone Rings**<br />(You have reached the voice-mail of...Please Leave a Message after the tone)<br />**Phone Rings**<br />(You have reached the voice-mail of...Please Leave a Message after the tone)<br /></span><br /><br />The roofs on fire, and the floor too...<br />I got some more juice... Is there more goose?<br />I don't wanna take it straight or ill get in some trouble...<br /><br />www.twitter.com/trphipps<br />www.facebook.com/trpoetry<br />www.trpastiche.blogspot.comAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17166554961336540614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502911481642268771.post-6050737032656627612011-03-30T19:27:00.000-07:002011-03-30T20:25:26.097-07:00Beautiful SproutWe were victims of youth<br />Suffered from the symptoms of truth<br />Now to you it was fiction, a dupe<br />Confused, by the white suit of a love so new<br />We had the condition of tooth<br />Armor was enamel<br />Even though enamored, we weren't armed for a hammer<br />Love became luv, broken hearts like our grammar<br />Hands burned by the wax from the flickering candle<br /><br />Too bad we were affixed to our ages<br />On each other we were fixated<br />In you're eyes I saw my life, and my sunshine in the reflection off your big braces<br />Our break was hard to fix because we had to skip spaces<br />Its hard to step up the stairs as a pair when your landings in different stages<br /><br />And you lie in different places, with different people...placeholders<br />Replacement players took their glow to shine and takeover<br />We got drunk of local affection, the long distance made it hard to stay sober<br />No need for calling or texting, physically connected to others<br />Became dejected and towards the west we turned our rudders<br /><br />Even after all these years I still smile when I hear ya name<br />Or whenever I see the flower labeled the same<br />What we had was an umbrella of us despite the supercell of doubt<br />So although it never blossomed it was the most beautiful sprout<br /><br /><a href="http://ryanphipps.blogspot.com/">Jack of All Trades...Master of None<br /></a><a href="http://trpastiche.blogspot.com/">TRPastiche</a><br /><a href="http://twitter.com/trphipps">@TRPhipps<br /></a><a href="http://facebook.com/trpoetry">TRPoetry</a><br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/marriedtosalliemae.wordpress.com">Married.to.SallieMae</a><div><a href="http://www.blogger.com/marriedtosalliemae.wordpress.com"></a><a href="http://trphipps.blogspot.com/">TUMBLR</a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17166554961336540614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502911481642268771.post-81597060298161342312011-03-08T09:03:00.000-08:002011-03-08T09:05:03.049-08:00Devil in A New Dress<iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BCWuFZPmhKw?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""></iframe><br /><br /><br />How you in my rear-view and my windshield?<br />It’s like a sunny day, with a wind-chill<br />You just blowing air like a windmill<br />But you take me there, horseshoes and timb heels<br />My heart feels likes it’s ran ten hills<br />Stop for breath looked up and seen a mountain....range<br />I thought I found a fountain, I found a drain<br />Cuz she broke my heart, I out here rerouting veins<br />Connecting them to vages with absent daddies<br />Vagina Vulture d.b.a Saturday Night Savage<br />Sunday Morning Vanished<br />Thanks to my guest, half dressed, mumbling something up in spanish<br /><br />Te queiro. Te quiero?!? Te quiero! Ay dios! <br /><br />No me conoces? Donde vives? <br />I never look up, cuz I know god see this<br />I aint ashamed, hell he's right here with me<br />In the club, acting up, he was right there with me<br />Main reason after Remy I still found that jimmy<br />I know he's right here, but why is he still right here with me?<br />I don't deserve it, why aint he deserted?<br />She did, bounced like it was right before the offering time of service<br />Goddamn Lucifer, I love ya daughter Lucy<br />Hot love, but no fire crotch Danny Bonaduce<br />How she got so many faces and so many races?<br />How I meet her so many times in so many places?<br />How she in so many sizes and so many ages?<br />Don't get her wasted, just point down and ask can you take this?<br /><br />She, they always reply in the positive<br />Insecurity modeling, unbottling immaturities swallowing<br />Don't know if it’s A.I.D.S or aiding cognitive-abilities<br />But it’s the facility for this soliloquy<br />Menstruating mentally<br />I don’t know if stability is in my vicinity<br />But I know these hours aren’t ours and these minutes aren’t meant to be<br />So every second is success<br />Trying to move on, but I see my ex in every club dress<br /><br /><a href="http://ryanphipps.blogspot.com/">Jack of All Trades...Master of None<br /></a><a href="http://trpastiche.blogspot.com/">TRPastiche</a><br /><a href="http://twitter.com/trphipps">@TRPhipps<br /></a><a href="http://facebook.com/trpoetry">TRPoetry</a><br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/marriedtosalliemae.wordpress.com">Married.to.SallieMae</a><div><a href="http://www.blogger.com/marriedtosalliemae.wordpress.com"></a><a href="http://trphipps.blogspot.com/">TUMBLR</a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17166554961336540614noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502911481642268771.post-30138202213600584452011-01-24T20:22:00.000-08:002011-01-24T20:36:16.041-08:00WHY WON'T YOU KISS ME BACK?Why won't you kiss me back?<br />The freon that courses you veins has caused your lips to feel like...nothing...<br />My cries, no matter the intensity, sincerity, or vulgarity, illicit that same damning response....a smile...<br />The smile that once filled me with a joyous fervor,<br />Now is a red-eyed gleaming terror<br /><br />Why won't you say you miss me back?<br />I miss you, and I throw my emotions missiles, with the muscles of a million men,<br />But they always miss you...<br />Your presence should denote your receptive<br />But whether it was dropped, evaded or intercepted<br />I can't hit my target, if its guarding...its self...<br /><br />How is your smile a sword and a shield?<br />I can't take anymore!<br />I drop to the floor and and kneel<br />Lying on the floor of shards of broken glass from the picture frame<br />Tears streaming down upon that glossy picture of you<br />The only bit of you that remains....<br />Why won't you kiss me back?<br /><br /><a href="http://ryanphipps.blogspot.com/">Jack of All Trades...Master of None<br /></a><a href="http://trpastiche.blogspot.com/">TRPastiche</a><br /><a href="http://twitter.com/trphipps">@TRPhipps<br /></a><a href="http://facebook.com/trpoetry">TRPoetry</a><br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/marriedtosalliemae.wordpress.com">Married.to.SallieMae</a><div><a href="http://www.blogger.com/marriedtosalliemae.wordpress.com"></a><a href="http://trphipps.blogspot.com/">TUMBLR</a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17166554961336540614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502911481642268771.post-8779178530480787052011-01-20T17:51:00.000-08:002011-01-21T13:58:54.752-08:00The Last LastAs we laid there, with our thoughts enveloping the moment<br />We said nothing.<br />Our silence, our blank stares, our pinky-lock said it all<br />This is not the first time<br />But it would be the last…last time<br />I grabbed her slender frame and lunged <div>Pulling her towards me, pushing me into her<br /><div>Trying to penetrate those two deep mocha guardians of hers and seize what’s mine!<br />What she has been holding back for far too long<br /><br />Her uncanny resilience could rival Wolverine<br />Not only was my offense met with opposition, but so was her volition<br />He had her. He has her. But I have her! </div><div>An ionic bond of wholes, a covalent bond of souls<br />So this last last time, this subatomic reaction has to go nuclear...<br />Nuking our nucleus, sending shock-waves through our neurons,<br />Shifting us from neutral to overdrive<br /><br />He has her, but she is mine.<br />Each kiss was the fruition of the fantasy of us<br />Inhaling her every exhale, in effort to take back every stolen breath<br />Engulfed in our cocoon, my hands traversed her every crevice<br />Eyes seemed to sprout on the tips of my fingers<br />With each touch I saw what she couldn’t say<br />Our lips' link synced our unconscious<br />And as my teeth grazed back on her bottom lip that final time<br />I bit the edge to hold on to her, to us, for a millisecond longer<br /><br />So anytime you need me, circle back to that night<br />Spiral through our indulgence, then pivot on that moment<br />Right before the crowns of my front teeth slipped off the rim of your supple lips<br />Because I am still right there waiting to have you again<br />...the last last...lasts<br /><br /><a href="http://ryanphipps.blogspot.com/"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Jack of All Trades...Master of None</span><br /></a><a href="http://trpastiche.blogspot.com/"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">TRPastiche</span></a><br /><a href="http://twitter.com/trphipps"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">@TRPhipps</span><br /></a><a href="http://facebook.com/trpoetry"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">TRPoetry</span></a></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17166554961336540614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502911481642268771.post-51077472931189187072011-01-06T19:55:00.000-08:002011-01-06T21:31:34.030-08:00De(a)f PoetryThis is not Deaf Poetry <br />Words simply scrawled, typed or signed is just fore-play<br />They can not grab you, throw you against a wall, stare you right in your eyes and engulf you like passionate screams, uncontrollable rambles, and satisfied yet exhausted whispers <br />It is for those who see without seeing<br />But it is not for the blind<br />Braille fails to raise my words from hands to hearts<br />Those bumps cannot detail, the relieving inhales, exasperating exhales and Barackish pauses<br />Not for emphasis, but for synthesis<br />Nary Morse coded sentences can beep exclamation, beeeeeeeeep exhilaration or beep-frustration...<br />It's stanza-ed it's scripted<br />It's random, it's rhythmic<br />It rhymes, it's written,<br />It's read, yet illustrates unfathomable pictures<br /><br />This is not Def Poetry<br />The cadence isn't chained, enslavement to whats on stations<br />It's not at all just for audio<br />75 percent of language is inaudible<br />Its Pentecostal<br />So you will mishear if your tongue is from what my body do<br />No incense, bare-feet, dreads and dashikis<br />You don't need to have only watched B.E.T.V<br />My flow is water....colorless<br />A robust, tasteless, fulfilling, insatiable treasure hidden in front of your eyes for you to discover it<br />This is not Deaf Poetry<br />This is not Def Poetry<br />But this is DEFINABLY, DEFENSIBLY, DEFIANTLY<br />Yea...this is definitely poetry<br /><br /><a href="http://ryanphipps.blogspot.com">Jack of All Trades...Master of None<br /></a><a href="http://trpastiche.blogspot.com">TRPastiche</a><br /><a href="http://twitter.com/trphipps">@TRPhipps<br /></a><a href="http://facebook.com/trpoetry">TRPoetry</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17166554961336540614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502911481642268771.post-24794380627130342852010-12-29T21:42:00.000-08:002010-12-29T22:01:07.184-08:001st and 15thPulling in thirty K, paying off Sallie Mae<br />Finding access to success through the alleyways<br />Thought school was an alley-oop to fair ways in Calloways<br />But when that galaxy found gravity, fell the facade of fallacy<br />REALITY<br />Hourly what the fuck is salary<br />IDK what salad is feasted on my sorrows to the morrow- devoured me<br />Got fat off my fears and "coulda been" calories<br />Never thought I'd be a drone<br />Never thought I'd be a clone<br />Single for three years never thought I'd be alone<br />Graduated highest honors never thought I'd get a loan<br />Got that refund check how did I ever get along<br />Fresh crib, fresh whip, stocked fridge with a phone<br />Cuz I was balling in college, I may never get a home<br />In heartbreaks hotel and mediocrity's motel<br />Apartments of Apathy Who Cares, O'Well<br />Dreams of Pulitzers, Oscars, Grammys and Nobels<br />The tragedy of imagining...Who Cares, O'Well<br />So sails my yacht of youth, salutations to my wants<br />In debt to credit and them bills debit first of the month<br />....clocking in...<br />....checking out...<br /><br /><a href="http://ryanphipps.blogspot.com">Jack of All Trades...Master of None<br /></a><a href="http://trpastiche.blogspot.com">TRPastiche</a><br /><a href="http://twitter.com/trphipps">@TRPhipps<br /></a><a href="http://facebook.com/trpoetry">TRPoetry</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17166554961336540614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502911481642268771.post-90077662716262077742010-12-27T19:41:00.000-08:002010-12-27T20:05:58.320-08:00Long GoneYou don't know what you feel...<br />Because you feel who you don't know<br />You don't know whats real<br />You just sit back and wait for the truth to show<br />Yea its gonna bug me for you to go<br />I can see it all, it happened so quick but its moving slow<br />The smile, the raise eyed brow, scowl, straight face<br />You just go out outta danger, thought you were in a safe place<br />In you i found more potential regret than a thousand men could forget<br />Never ever thought I'd be checked<br />You started playing checkers with pieces for chess<br />I thought I could be the greatest champion of this challenge<br />But you straight cross me over like when Jordan met Allen<br />That stumble wont hurt my legacy<br />but i''ll always wonder the deposits in the accounts that we left of We<br />Accrue interest of something we'll never see<br />What was aint what is, what we were will never be<br />We are what we are you know damn well I could have took you the stars boo<br />But I aint gonna argue, you was either gonna leave now or leave later<br />Sister girl, we hatched something that was a gift for the creator<br />Before our love bird could fly it had to sing its swan song<br />I was going long, looked around, and you were Long...Gone<br />...So long<br />...so lone<br /><br /><a href="http://ryanphipps.blogspot.com">Jack of All Trades...Master of None<br /></a><a href="http://trpastiche.blogspot.com">TRPastiche</a><br /><a href="http://twitter.com/trphipps">@TRPhipps<br /></a><a href="http://facebook.com/trpoetry">TRPoetry</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17166554961336540614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502911481642268771.post-24635009947579199302010-12-21T10:18:00.000-08:002010-12-21T10:33:14.609-08:00eriCaliforniaYou took the sunshine away from Texas<br />...well from me when you took your exit<br />Cali dreaming became your reality<br />Living your dreams became my fatality<br />1 of 3 but really 1 of 1 <br />Exclusive, elusive... 1 of none<br /><br />Our perfect match was riddled with indecision<br />On my part, on my heart were still gaps from her incision<br />I was still bleeding couldn't you see the bandages?<br />I still needed healing<br /><br />But you didn't want to wait though<br />I never thought the miles could be extended between Denton and Waco<br />Hours became days<br />We went months without talking even the shade started to fade<br />We both have put people on the bus<br />Passengers and Drivers of Broken Heart Anonymous<br />We like to pretend that it'll happen someday<br />Some way, one day right now is just a really long Sunday<br /><br />Who knows if its a vacation<br />Since us has been vacated, others have tried to make accommodations<br />But some reason they dont fit<br />Some reason they dont get<br />Why they always become formers<br />My manifest destiny...<br />Los Angeles, eriCalifornia<br /><br /><a href="http://ryanphipps.blogspot.com">Jack of All Trades...Master of None<br /></a><a href="http://trpastiche.blogspot.com">TRPastiche</a><br /><a href="http://twitter.com/trphipps">@TRPhipps<br /></a><a href="http://facebook.com/trpoetry">TRPoetry</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17166554961336540614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502911481642268771.post-3798363143042833492010-12-19T22:47:00.001-08:002010-12-19T22:47:42.482-08:00For JynineAlone so for long, I wrote so many poems<br />So many sad songs, for girls so far so gone<br />Sung about my nightmares but never bout my dreams<br />But this right here, this ones for Jynine<br />I took too long, them other girls were scenes<br />You missed the Lion, but you’ll be for the fin<br /><br /><br />We first crossed paths in the Spring<br />I was on my way out, you were thinking of coming in<br />All you saw down @ Baylor<br />That I was some crazy Omega<br />This was your first scene<br />I never knew what you could bring<br />Bing, saw you when ya came down for orientation<br />I was there helping my self to the future sensations<br />That’s when we met eyes, which increased my temptation<br />I rushed home clicked add, and awaited the MS confirmation<br />Hell yea I found you, baby I was bound too<br />School was a month a way, my orbit you’d be around soon<br />I couldn’t wait, I wanted you now boo<br />Got the number, Tx summer, so we<br />Up up and away<br />Talked on the phone all night, texted each other all day<br />I never knew you steal every scene away<br /><br />Hook<br /><br />School started, the pool parted, but it became populated<br />All the fresh fish, had a nigga discombobulated<br />I knew I liked what I saw, but I still aint know you<br />That you was a really a woman, you still aint show boo<br />I had fell hard once, and recently had been tripped again<br />Tore love’s ligaments, wasn’t tryin to slip again<br />So I started to dip again….again….again….and again<br />I had a gotten away with it, before that year<br />I had gotten away from them, but not you dear<br />It seemed, people couldn’t speak my name with out yours<br />Like Me Rhyan, in 05 when I was in Martin 4th Floor<br />We came synonymous, like like and feeling<br />It was so uncommon that I liked that feeling<br />Even though haven’t yet made to duo<br />I know well never fall off like Pluto<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Hook<br /><br />Hi…Jy….I<br />Sorry for making you wait Jy…My<br />Feelings were always there even if I aint show em<br />Feelings were always there how didn’t you know know em<br />My….b, eautiful less than 3 <3<br />l…o…v……..e<br />Emoiticon, but nothing is robotic<br />This smiley has a body, and you put the heart inside it<br /><br /><br />Hook<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://ryanphipps.blogspot.com">Jack of All Trades...Master of None<br /></a><a href="http://trpastiche.blogspot.com">TRPastiche</a><br /><a href="http://twitter.com/trphipps">@TRPhipps<br /></a><a href="http://facebook.com/trpoetry">TRPoetry</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17166554961336540614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502911481642268771.post-32598509556397442010-12-19T22:21:00.000-08:002010-12-19T22:34:09.521-08:00NATURAL DISASTERI am hip hop's petro<br />The oil is the ghetto <br />The beat is a Citgo-The central<br />Nevous system is angst and aggression<br />Thanks Mr. Reagen and thank the depression-Digestion<br />People's lives look inside its intestines<br />See Tyrone, Julio, Thien, and Preston<br /><br />One hand on the the trigger, one hand on the figures<br />One hand on the liquor, one hand on the swisher<br />One hand on the wheel, one hand out the window<br />Four Fingers Down, to the world of hating ass niggas<br />One Foot in Jordans, One foot in gators<br />Both legs on the court, but two different spectators<br />Judge, jury defendant and bailiff<br />Coach, referee, fans and players<br /><br />Eyes in the apartments, tears flood the pavement<br />Potholes are the pools and its such an odd placement<br />Cant no one swim, so when they drown there is noone to save them<br />Dreams and miracles are on time bill payments<br /><br />Everyone wants a loaf but they fighting over crumbs<br />So they toast brains for grains, aint got enough for the crust of the bun<br />Son! Its son's are sons of sons<br />Sons of a Bitches and Son of a guns<br />Believe more in the son of sam then the son of Lamb<br />But best believe they hit they knees when He comes again<br />He used syringes to teeth when his teeth were coming in-Stumbling<br />First steps over pots and pans<br />Pails full of banking soda, crack rocks in its box of sand<br />Drop the hand Mr. DJ, scratch and fade<br />If you dont wanna wipe out then catch the wave<br />Hip Hops at high tide, yet still cresting and forming<br />So if you thought the storm was a problem <br />I'm a fucking Tsunami<br /><br /><a href="http://ryanphipps.blogspot.com">Jack of All Trades...Master of None<br /></a><a href="http://trpastiche.blogspot.com">TRPastiche</a><br /><a href="http://twitter.com/trphipps">@TRPhipps<br /></a><a href="http://facebook.com/trpoetry">TRPoetry</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17166554961336540614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502911481642268771.post-51849525855393834002010-11-30T18:14:00.000-08:002011-03-30T20:11:55.658-07:00Motel ManThe last thing that I need is more pussy....<br />But girl I need your pussy<br />I don't even see who you could be...<br />But girl I see your pussy<br /><br />All I remember is the wake up, walk out, the check up<br />The waiting, the confirmation to serve who is next up<br />Text her, talk her, wine her, dine her<br />Treat her like a diner<br />Once I dine I next in line her<br />I'm fucked up<br /><br />Psychologically, mentally and spiritually<br />So I do it medically, methamphetamine literally<br />I don't even think I'm here to me<br />I don't know what I am here to be<br />Raw dogging randoms is the only things that's clear to me<br />That's why I always do it with my eyes close<br />Once I get inside, I try to disappear to she<br />Y'all think I live fast, but I contest that I die slow<br />Physically...<br /><br />Don't need heaven, when I got a harem<br />Hoes are home for a heathen, <br />My haven is a Days Inn<br /><br />...till the my days end...<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://twitter.com/trphipps">@TRPHIPPS</a><br /><a href="http://facebook.com/trpoetry">TRPOETRY</a><br /><a href="http://ryanphipps.blogspot.com/">JOATMON</a><br /><a href="http://trpastiche.blogspot.com/">TRPASTICHE</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17166554961336540614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502911481642268771.post-1340414536299152082010-11-22T06:59:00.000-08:002010-11-22T07:01:54.882-08:00Anchor (Free Write)What you think I aint know?<br />You thought you had me fooled<br />With all the sex and food, you thought you had me fueled<br />But after my Ex I went green<br />So my power is solar<br />But you weren’t shining on me<br />Eclipsed my heart...it was over<br />I stayed mostly because I was afraid<br />For another disappointment<br />Seems me and love can never meet up<br />Just a bunch of missed appointments<br />Should I give my heart condolence?<br />Or keep taken these empty Trojans as consoling<br />Me and my conscious had a conference<br />You should have heard the all the mean comments<br />Thinking I should just give up<br />And be happy with empty boxes of condoms<br />But theses boxes of randoms<br />Belong @ the garage sale<br />My trash is someone's treasure<br />How ever they just garbage here<br />Maybe I am just seeing the mirage still<br />I do wear glasses<br />Am I victimized cuz I'm astigmaztized<br />Young Harry potter no magic<br />Lighting bolt, no voldermort<br />I am the answer to toms riddle<br />But I can’t kill my self<br />I’ve tried everything, swords to missiles<br />...you see they always do this<br />Try to play me and make me look foolish<br />Then I try to blame my self, <br />Cuz if something wasn’t wrong they wouldn’t do this<br />They add to my insecurity, but it’s not me <br />It’s them, it's them, it's them, it’s them<br />From Questioning to Confident<br />Every time I kiss these girls goodbye, I know I won’t miss them<br />Can’t be buoyant with a leak, cuz I'll pollute like an oil tanker<br />These hoes are air in my sails<br />But I got the current, so what I really need is an anchorAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17166554961336540614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502911481642268771.post-11466827939147804802010-11-03T10:08:00.000-07:002010-11-03T10:23:27.246-07:00You Don't Even Know My NameI know you...<br />I know your name<br />I know how your eyes dance when the sunlight hits them @ the right angle<br />I know how when you smile, your left one is lower than your right<br />I know how your smile tilts to the left<br />I know you love the Jordan 3s in the original colors<br />I know you were a tomboy before college, so you still walk awkward in heels<br />I know you got a man<br />I know you it hard it was to go to a meeting after he slept with your neo<br />I know you wore sunglasses for weeks straight to cover up the tears and smugged mascara<br />I know you wanted to leave, but doubted you can find better<br />I know you want better<br />I know I'm better<br /><br />But you dont know that...<br />You don't know I wait to see pass by everyday<br />You don't know that we got class in the same building, and I hold the door when you arrive and as you leave<br />You don't know that I slid you those notes in your bag, when you were too heartbroken to pay attention<br />You don't know that I hid that last pair of III's that no one could find, just for you when they released<br />You don't know that I would never treat you wrong<br />You don't know true happiness yet, because you don't know me<br />You don't know the color of my eyes<br />You don't know the sound of my voice<br />Hell...you don't even know my name<br /><br /><a href="http://twitter.com/trphipps">@TRPHIPPS</a><br /><a href="http://facebook.com/trpoetry">TRPOETRY</a><br /><a href="http://ryanphipps.blogspot.com">JOATMON</a><br /><a href="http://trpastiche.blogspot.com">TRPASTICHE</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17166554961336540614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502911481642268771.post-21714031699628729262010-11-03T07:08:00.000-07:002010-11-03T07:16:37.773-07:00Fighting With GodI had a fight with God last night.<br />Condescendingly He glared at me, while I knocked back the last corner of Hennessey<br />As the last drop of liquid courage rolled into my bowels, I snapped!<br /><br />I threw the bottle at God and lunged for him…through him<br />Towards the fully loaded glock laying oh so consolingly on my bed<br />Defiantly, I turned around, gun square to my temple, staring God straight in the eyes<br />Laughing as the milliseconds to my fall of freedom tocked<br /><br />As I pulled the trigger, God grabbed my leg, pulling me towards Him<br />The bullet shot past my head into the wall; the gun sailed across the room<br />Anger surged through every cell!<br />I would not be denied this; after all He has denied me!<br /><br />Each lunge for my last opportunity of happiness was futile<br />God knocked me away from it, it away from me<br />But this would be the last time!<br />With a deafening yell, I dove towards the gun, turned and aimed right at His heart…<br />And fired!-Without hesitation or consideration<br /><br />With every shot that rang out, I cried more and more<br />Even if I wanted to let stop, I couldn’t!<br />The gun seemed to meld to my hands<br />And as the last shots echo dissipated, the smoking sword dropped<br /><br />I couldn’t open my eyes and accept my actions<br />Although closed, they leaked like levees<br />I couldn’t even fall on my sword because all of the bullets were gone…<br />I dropped…Yet something, someone one caught me<br />Slowly opening my eyes to discover the witness of my crime, shock engulfed me<br /><br />God was there holding me and I realized<br />It was him who was holding my hands to the gun<br />Ensuring every bullet was gone<br />And he whispered to me: “You can never leave me, For I will never leave you”<br /><br />You see last night I had a fight <span style="font-style: italic;">with </span>God<br />And I won! because you can never lose with God on your team<br /><br />...Fight with Faith...<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://twitter.com/trphipps">@TRPHIPPS</a><br /><a href="http://facebook.com/trpoetry">TRPOETRY</a><br /><a href="http://ryanphipps.blogspot.com">JOATMON</a><br /><a href="http://trpastiche.blogspot.com">TRPASTICHE</a><br /><br />Inspired by BMF Gospel Remix "Can't Shoot Through Jesus"<br /><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jbyDua2HL90?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" 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weather?<br />Can't hold you like coat or shield you like an umbrella<br />Selfish motives broke our ties, they the knives that severed<br />Us from us, I was s without u<br />Susceptible to it all, I was less without you<br />I guess I was too hardheaded<br />Ganja being more important than me, I couldn't accept it<br />In you I loaned so much interest, I didn't want to let it<br />Go uncollected-I am unapologetic<br />For wanting the best for you, I know your potential<br />If you made it kinetic, your future is exponential<br />I remember the first time I met you, so eventful<br />Beautiful without the makeup, face full of pimples<br />Hello Kitty kitten with a throwed off mental<br />Hardheaded and rock-hearted from all the bull she been through<br />While I wished things would have worked between us<br />If you didn't want to work it wouldn't have worked between us<br />I'm not happy that in our novel, we only lived the preface<br />But i am elated to know that we even existed<br />I know that the story is waiting for us to script it<br />Pages into chapters, Chapters in to books<br />Volumes of us rising to the bottom of God's foot<br />So this little bit, goes out to my Lil' Bit<br />Big thing in a small package, way more than a little bit...<br />to me....<br /><br /><a href="http://ryanphipps.blogspot.com">Jack of All Trades...Master of None<br /></a><a href="http://trpastiche.blogspot.com">TRPastiche</a><br /><a href="http://twitter.com/trphipps">@TRPhipps<br /></a><a href="http://facebook.com/trpoetry">TRPoetry</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17166554961336540614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502911481642268771.post-32160160348977728452010-07-21T19:04:00.000-07:002010-07-21T20:36:48.619-07:00Mandi Cortinas Music<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs179.snc4/38294_824912646520_23905685_44288540_7520642_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 576px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs179.snc4/38294_824912646520_23905685_44288540_7520642_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Should've came back for you ,<br />I thought I had the time, to do what I had to do<br />Caught in the high school life, I didn't wanna let you go <br />I knew it wasn't right... Why did I let you go<br />Hoping you will forgive me, never meant wrong,<br />Prayed you were patient, waited to long,<br />But I shouldve came back, but I shouldve came back for you<br />Shouldve came back, shouldve came back-Shouldve came<br /><br />With that fake Jacob watch I swore I had enough time<br />But by the time my wrist turned green, you had enough Ryan<br />You had enough pain, you had enough crying<br />You had too much playing, you had to much lying<br />I was all gas, hell I was trying to clutch Ryan<br />I was just trying to live, i didn't know I'd rush dying<br />First to teach me what love is<br />I didn't want people to see me in public<br />Kissing and hugging on a girl who wasn't<br />Cuz to them they was, and I was just becoming<br />I was so stupid, I guess that how youth is<br />Rather than pay for half carat diamond, we cop a really big cubic<br />We were a great harmony, we were choir students<br />When we kissed it was like perfectly arranged music<br />The notes were all harped and the beat was all fluted<br />Why did i let other peoples thoughts pollute it?<br />My thoughts and their thoughts became cahooted and convoluted<br />It concluded..and you felt looted<br />Never could imagine I'd hurt, never dreamt I could do it<br />Mind full of dirt, so live a vag I tried to douche it<br />But when you clean out everything, its more susceptible to disease<br />That's why women stay in my life, like peace in the middle east<br />Why real love didn't I seize?<br />I went left at whats right; Why did I let love leave?<br />Why to my fears did I cede and let us cease<br />I messed up more that my knee, my four years at Mesquite<br />All them late nights in ya car at City Lake Park, seem so far<br />Love shouldn't be hard<br />Love shouldn't be war<br />It's funny when things that couldn't be, are<br />That shouldn't be, are<br />That wouldn't be , are<br />When i could have came back, I should have came back<br />If I realized what I lost I would have came back for you...<br /><br />Should've came back for you ,<br />I thought I had the time, to do what I had to do<br />Caught in the high school life, I didn't wanna let you go <br />I knew it wasn't right... Why did I let you go<br />Hoping you will forgive me, never meant wrong,<br />Prayed you were patient, waited to long,<br />But I shouldve came back, but I shouldve came back for you<br />Shouldve came back, shouldve came back-Shouldve came<br /><br /><br />The one that I omit<br />The one I cant forget<br />Like the last shot MJ too kin the 14s to get 6<br />Now I'm Two Three, looking at the new me<br />Knowing it's more than money and mamis why I'm in Miami<br />I'm looking for the win, I'm looking for the ship<br />Grabbing for that last crumb in the bag of the chips<br />Looking for things I never lost<br />Missing things that I never caught<br />I'm forever off, and I can only blame myself<br />Baby girl a picture of you still stands on my shelf<br />It's behind a few things, but I know it's right there watching<br />You right there watching, I still cant believe what happened<br />Why did I leave you madam?<br />I sit alone crying at your picture asking all these questions<br />Knowing i need to be yelling at the mirror, charging up my reflection<br />How I saw myself, let to my insecurities<br />All the ambiguity, animosity, and buffoonery<br />This is my sincere apology for all the loonery<br />I made you look stupid, but made my self Blue Clueless<br />Can't solve the mystery, of the missing me<br />Don't need CSI to look for the cum<br />The crook has my DNA, Fingerprints, and motivation<br />know that I pray for you, know that I care<br />And the reason I don't call, its cuz I'm embarrassed about all those years<br />i treated you wrong, and took you for granted,<br />When you thought I was the world; Girl that's why you still standing<br />And with my pain all these young girls I'm hazing and branding<br />They don't even cross, they renegade<br />Just bringing women in the shade<br />Now matter how many lemons in lemonade-It's still bitter<br />I'm still bitter, no richer, never be wealthy<br />Till i do this I'll never be healthy<br />Let the record state you my first everything<br />And you are truly an angel that deserves every wing<br />Keep soaring...<br /><br /><br />Should've came back for you ,<br />I thought I had the time, to do what I had to do<br />Caught in the high school life, I didn't wanna let you go <br />I knew it wasn't right... Why did I let you go<br />Hoping you will forgive me, never meant wrong,<br />Prayed you were patient, waited to long,<br />But I shouldve came back, but I shouldve came back for you<br />Shouldve came back, shouldve came back-Shouldve came<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://ryanphipps.blogspot.com">Jack of All Trades...Master of None<br /></a><a href="http://trpastiche.blogspot.com">TRPastiche</a><br /><a href="http://twitter.com/trphipps">@TRPhipps<br /></a><a href="http://facebook.com/trpoetry">TRPoetry</a><br /><br /> <br />Inspired by <object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CsDmCMNXREs&hl=en_US&fs=1?rel=0&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CsDmCMNXREs&hl=en_US&fs=1?rel=0&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" 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to order food with no prices,<br />And I reassure her to get what she wants.<br />As we sip wine, I awestruck her with words and experiences experienced,<br />But mostly vicarious<br />She is taken aback by every syllable;<br />I am drawing forward with every smile.<br />And by the time the check comes, she is already gone.<br /><br />As we walk up to my bedroom, I am already thinking about Ms. Tomorrow.<br />Ms. Right Now is already Ms. Yesterday, and I like to live in the future<br />So right before I set down my phone to take her up, I send a text saying,<br />"Hello Ms....Today" <br /><br /><br /><a href="http://ryanphipps.blogspot.com/">JOATMON</a><br /><a href="http://trpastiche.blogspot.com/">TRPASTICHE</a><br /><a href="http://twitter.com/trphipps">@TRPHIPPS</a><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/trpoetry">FACEBOOK</a><br />THERYANPHIPPS@GMAIL.COMAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17166554961336540614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502911481642268771.post-77604273919519556392010-06-27T08:05:00.000-07:002010-06-27T08:06:04.438-07:00Midnight BreezeIt's funny how that the only constant is change<br />Yet no matter how wounded, you remain<br />In my veins coursing, in my stomach digesting<br />On my bones engulfing, in my mind infecting<br />She came, she came, she came, and she came<br />She left, she left, she left, and she left...I was a just bishop in the game<br /><br />I thought that what was...was<br />But it is, and still is when we met eyes<br />Face so familiar, but the time has waned<br />Feelings so familiar, but oh so not the same<br />The woman I want, and wanted is gone<br />And you are the shell, the droid, the pawn<br />But as I walked away, stirred yet eased<br /><br />Your memory, your name covered when the midnight breezed<br />...and off it blew...<br />...and with it...<br />I flee...<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://ryanphipps.blogspot.com/">JOATMON</a><br /><a href="http://trpastiche.blogspot.com/">TRPASTICHE</a><br /><a href="http://twitter.com/trphipps">@TRPHIPPS</a><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/trpoetry">FACEBOOK</a><br />THERYANPHIPPS@GMAIL.COMAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17166554961336540614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502911481642268771.post-75298734753666881522010-06-13T23:44:00.000-07:002010-06-14T00:25:31.429-07:00DirtyI'm bathing in my tears<br />Wallowing in your fears<br />Using others as soap<br />But the pains still here<br />I wish it was a shower, but the pain don't drain <br />Just sulkin and soakin the pain still reigns<br /><br />You were supposed to be the first one<br />Second chance @ wedding bands, ended up being the worst one<br />I was trying to make it work, but it wasn't working<br />I was blinded by the potential life<br />In the daze of the haze of you being my potential wife<br />You had an exponential light and I wanted to see where it shun<br />Ma of you I was in awe, but just like staring at the sun<br />Ya aura burnt my coronas<br />Ya lies Miss scorched my iris<br />Never again will you return to my retinas<br />Bring it back Mr. DJ of the relationship records<br />But when you scratched too much the 45 is damaged<br />That's why I'm sittin here-sittin here-sittin here stranded<br /><br />I'm bathing in my tears<br />Wallowing in your fears<br />Using others as soap<br />But the pains still here<br />I wish it was a shower, but the pain don't drain <br />Just sulkin and soakin the pain still reigns<br /><br />Damn! When you broke the dam<br />All hell broke loose, it was supposed to be damned<br />I think her name was Tam, naw maybe it was Pam<br />Man either way I had -am crammed all up in the lam<br />Living life in nights, I don't even know A.M.<br />Living life in satellite, no FM, or AM<br />I don't even know who I am, so i look through photos in a cam<br />with blurry definition, funny I remember it no different<br />Living life in the instance, it ends in an instant<br />Others deep woods huntin, I'm deep sea fishin<br />Reelin in holy mackerels, penetrating vaginals<br />In this sport I'm a shark, a whale of an asshole<br />Set sail with my back to, my past my mast to<br />A thick chick with ass and a star trail tattoo<br /><br />I'm bathing in my tears<br />Wallowing in your fears<br />Using others as soap<br />But the pains still here<br />I wish it was a shower, but the pain don't drain <br />Just sulkin and soakin the pain still reigns<br /><br />You stay poppin up in my mind's news ticker<br />I always see your updates and your new pictures<br />I cringe everytime I see you dat nigga<br />....Cuz i was supposed to be dat nigga...<br />But since he dat nigga<br />Fuckin all the other hoes, I be Dat nigga<br />Funny thing is I don't even see that nigga<br />All i see is weed, dat liqour, these hoes<br />Like the waterfall video before she goes<br />In the mirror, not thinkin about if I'm infected<br />But "Who is this man?" and "Where have I defected?"<br />Where is my pulse? Why can't I detect it?<br />If I'm deceased? Can I be resurrected?<br />Can i be restored? can i be re-corrected?<br />Can i be revived? Can I be redeemed?<br />Can we be reteamed, can it be re-dreamed<br /><br /><br />I'm bathing in my tears<br />Wallowing in your fears<br />Using others as soap<br />But the pains still here<br />I wish it was a shower, but the pain don't drain <br />Just sulkin and soakin the pain still reignsAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17166554961336540614noreply@blogger.com2