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"Spare Change"

He sees the kindness in my eyes
and immediately asks for a dollar.
I havenŐt quite mastered the art of
conveying, Ňfuck youÓ without
saying the words.
So, I give what I can,
when I can,
friends shake their heads,
they donŐt understand
that even he who pulls himself
up by his bootstraps,
still begins with--
outstretched hands.
His eyes? Ń
Lucid.
Leaving them clueless
as he spoke of politics,
art, history and music.
And for it,
TheyÉ
I,
hated him.
Well, not him, but me
because through him I see
that we
are
broken.
In another time,
on another continent,
he would have been
a teacher, or a poet,
or just free.
I donŐt even have
the energy to dream
anymore.
I would love to tell
him,
you,
us,
to hold on,
but times are hard,
and I donŐt know if I have
any change left
in me.

by Black Yoda

"Lazy. Sunday. Morning."

Play fighting on lazy Sunday mornings,
arguing for its own sake,
until she reached her boiling point.
I would answer her attitude with a platitude.

ŇItŐs not about me holding on; itŐs about you letting go.Ó

She would get so mad that she would have to laugh.
To make her smile, I would sing off key,
or tell her the story about my grandfather
who nursed a chicken back to health when he
was a child. He proceeded to throw it out a second story window unaware that chickens canŐt fly, but they
sure do taste good with some dumplings on the side.

On those lazy Sunday mornings,
she would make salt fish and ackee,
hardo bread with guava jelly.
I would boil the water and set the table.
Then,
we would eat and just
beÉ
And,
It was during those moments that I would wish for the world to end
and begin anew
just so we could spend the day again.

by Black Yoda


I believe

I believe the sun rises in your eyes and sets in your hair, giving the world around you a radiant glow. I believe time only fly’s when you’re in a rush whit no real place to go. You miss too much life when you move too fast so I pace my flow touch my woman patiently and make love slow. I believe I like your style dig your smile and would love to taste your lips. Caress your hips feel your waterfalls flow in slow sips, make you shiver with soft touches from my fingertips. I believe what I perceive to be real and sometimes that includes a fantasy, especially if it involves you and me taking trips to ecstasy. All I need you to do is believe in me. When I came to your door meet me wearing something soft and sheer, let me hold you close and whisper in your ear secrets only meant for you to hear just to make you fold into me and melt. Hours later tangled in the bed sheets you can tell me how it felt. I believe I do everything better than everyone (including loving you) I believe if I can’t do it then it can’t be done, most of all I believe you should rethink your position and believe I am the one, so smile – you know you want to and you know what I’m saying is true, I know I’m getting through to you, but in case you haven’t figured it out yet what I’m saying is I believe that for me there can only be you.

by Qadir Shabazz


IN THIS PLACE

INCONDESCENT WATERS,
SOFT BLUE AND UNDISTURBED.
BREEZES THAT SWIRL AROUND YOU,
EMBRACING YOU,
CARESSING YOU,
TOUCHING YOU WITH WARM KISSES
THAT DELIGHTFULLY CALM YA NERVES.
YOU TAKE FLIGHT WITH YOUR MIND,
NOT WITH YOUR BODY,
YOU BEGIN TO SOAR.
MY LOVE-
IN THIS PLACE.

YOU RECOGNIZE THE TREES,
STRECHING UPWARD,BECKONING HEAVEN,
DOING A DANCE OF SERENITY.
NOW TEARS CAN BE BROUGHT FORTH
OUT THE DEEPEST PART OF YOUR SOUL,
IN THIS PLACE.

LAUGHTER CAN RISR IN YOUR CHEST,IN THIS PLACE.
THOUGHTS EXPLAIN THEMSELVES,IDEAS TAKE FORM IN THIS PLACE.
AND I WILL ALWAYS THINK OF,AND CARE FOR YOU IN THIS PLACE.

by CHOZIN ONE

SEXY IS SHE

Excuse me but,
i couldn't help but notice you,
noticing me.
See, they say I'm ONEdahful
Mr. ONEdahful that's me.

Sexy is she,
her body curved to perfection.
Sexy is she,
her intoxicating fragrance captures me.
Sexy is she,
her eyes are as bright as a summer day.
Sexy is she,
her smooth skin calls out for me.

Excuse me but,
I couldn't help but notice you,
noticing me.
See, they say I'm ONEdahful,
Mr. ONEdahful that's me.

See, my friends call me Chozin
and tha ladies call me Brooke
You can call me ONEdahful as I indulge in your looks

I'm not your average,
though if I were famous I'd be your average
say words in ya ears
make you Wonder for Years like Fred Savage

Sexy is she,
her voice was tha sweetest instrument.
Sexy is she,
a good person inside her heart cries in sentiment.

Excuse me but,
I couldn't help but notice you noticing me
See, they call me Mr. ONEdahful,
Chozin tha emcee

by Choz1n

DEEP/not the shallow or three footed/ Brain Exposed to the elements/ rarely hooded Put it/ utilize/ open my eyes enter your mind/ hear the cries/ Fetuses crying for their chance/ Abortion Clinics explode/ watch the fires do their dance/ Seduction of man/ Knowledge of the apple/ Abduction of bliss/ blessed in the Devil's tabernacle/ Scientist won't tackle the concept/ The Bible considers/ awareness a sin/ Now we're aware of God/ Geneticist battle/ to reach him/ through their next of Kin Did God want us Naked/ with Vulnerability/ or in his name/ enhanced with mental agility/ 2000/ the end of mankind/ or human soul/ Cybersex reproductive systems/ making babies on Computers!?!/ Trying to beat evolution/ but in the end/ we are the losers/ Darwin Triumphant/with your eyes to the Net/ No time for the Body/ you're not fit for nature anymore/ God Brings about new organisms to the shore/ Nephilum/ shaking the earth's floor!/ UFOs/enlightened/ illuminated/ rising from the earth's core Invasion from Within/ universal Paranoia/ Ego centricity/ rely on your doctors and yoyr lawyers/ economic crisis/ shock wave/ electricity Mechanisms replacing the farming industry/ tantamount/ charlattan/ beware of alien Gentrification Earth Rented to another species/ after rennovation/ Anthropology/Excavation/ Anthology/ Beatles and Cockroaches/ continue to rule the nation!

by DEEP

I keep the memory banks/that goes back to the days of the Dinosaurs A god/ like the one who brought humans on land /from the shores I'm in this Game of poetical devices like Metaphors/ Give you the Pharaoh Tuts phone digits in heiroglyphics/ You hear my rhymes /and ya want the specifics/ Meanin/ the origin/ like Semen It's Like Hip hop has been a part of history and nature/ like graphing and genetic cleaning/ Line streamin/ or Stream lining/ Waters hit the rocks to make the beats/ that keep the fish Rhyming!/ that's why some of us have liquid flows/ Homosapiens are amphibians/ for those who didn't know! (note:I know fish are not Amphibians) Listen to this Hip Hop specialist/ cause my art Traveled with the Hebrews/ on the Exodus! I'm sure slaves wrote rhymes against the Confederates This may not be so chronological/ but it's Hip Hop-philosophical Romans would envy the Greeks/ Cause the Italians just sweated the technique/ Bit off their Gods/ Went to Africa But their wop style couldn't move a crowd of nomad sheiks! So forget being Mafioso/ cause that becomes obsolete/ We were bropping bombs in Vietnam Breakdanced as Nubian Cushites in Africa It was on/ like Graphiti on Roman Walls We now piss on mcees/ like we used to piss in seas and on trees/ before Stalls! I'm Wild with the Freestyles/ like Animals in heat /making housecalls Respect this Hip Hop manifestation/ because Hip Hop is in all!!!!!!

by DEEP, the Extra Celestial


Friday Night

It was a cold winter night with snow on the ground;
Forecast for bad weather,a room with no sounds,
The light from the candles show two shadows dark;
The shapes and curves of bodies on a journey we embark.

Like a thief in the night you stole part of my heart;
In your arms I wish we could never part.

The intensity of the evening was obvious to us;
From each kiss and touch especially the thrust,
Sweat dripping from our bodies as we move all night long;
Never going far, your grip was so strong.

Your beauty is nothing but pleasure to my eyes;
My attraction for you caught me by surprise,
But this was different and made this so tight;
That this was one special FRIDAY NIGHT.

by Corey V. Green

Thoughts

It is said that beauty is in the eye of the beholder;
And when I see you, what I behold in my eyes is beauty;
Beauty of mind, body and soul.

To have you is a thought, I have often contemplated;
But reality sets in and the thought always dissipates;
Gone until the next time I think of you.
Since the first time I saw you, I wanted to get to know you;
And finally I have had a pleasure to learn a little about you;
And what I have learned can't be found in books.

I have began to care about you in a special way;
Special because of the friendship we share;
A friendship that knows no time.

What I feel for you is something I cherish;
It is something that I can express;
But most of all it is from my heart.

by Corey V. Green

As I bask in the light of the moon, whistling tunes
Of seduction to the wind causing clouds to swoon
The Black Desiac, since my afro caught the clippers
Stars burning for directions, in the dark they sought the zipper
And as the old addage goes "Where there's a will, there's a mess"
All because I keep it milky, and left a stamp on a dress
So this delivery, of chivalry, inspired by the song
Sung to me from the cosmos on how it's so long
No need for verticals, my hori-"zone" draws the line
Knock a red star inside out and make that black hole shine
Up in that solar system, focus on your meteors as I twist 'em
Leaving quasars feeling queezy, cupping craters when I kiss 'em
And Andromeda strains to call my name from pleaure pains
Change the fabrics of time, cuz I pulled out and left stains
Love a good piece of asteroid, you mortals stick to hitting skins
Sense everytime that I "COM" they put "E.T." on the end

by Black Knight

Reason

There is reason somewhere in life
For everything that comes along
But sometimes it is difficult to tell
Just what that reason is

We ask ourselves why
And no answer ever comes
For all the things that happen
And nothing shows the way

Finding ourselves without the reason
We go on as we did before
A little less contented
And a whole lot more unsure

Whatever cause, whatever reason
It always seems to be unclear
Will things always be this way
Ask that question this time next year

by RFalcon

Living In The Image Of The Black Teenager'

Descendant of the rulers of kingdoms,
Yet my status is worse than that of the animal kingdom.
Predetermined as soiled, evil, without feeling.
Who am I to stray from the path?

I say "Black is beautiful!", but where is the feeling.
As I venture into a white world,
I wear all the badges pinned to my race,
AIDS, Drugs, Gangs, Poverty,
While my Caucasian friends wear Honesty, Truth, Justice.

I get no respect from anyone, not even my family,
And I should be dead before I am 21.
Is this how my ancestors lived, NO!
I refuse to be ensnared in the image of the Black teenager.
Forced from studies to sports,
>From success to failure,
>From right to wrong.

I will live up to the royal character of my ancestors,
And I refuse to let myself or anyone else,
Become stereotyped as ignorant or dangerous.

I reject my badges,
And I will continue to reject them,
Until my body has taken its last, triumphant breath.
I swear by my Maker,
That I will destroy the image of the Black teenager.

by Kenya

In The Eyes Of The Beholder

I behold the benediction of day's
end behaving as if below the horizon
as the moon would rise instead witnessed
by nature's soaring eyes the coming
of your beauty gratifying the substance
swaying in the wind blown by the breath
of sky whose darkness has not come as
it is surpassed by the light which comes
again but morning sleeps still and the sun
rises as to silhouette the lovelines in its
fullness requiring the hair that is like woven
silk in a free-flowing manner eyes that a
diamond's glisten can not compliment but
only complain as it removes itself from the
eyelets of the yellow star's countenace crying
in knowledge of your sweetened departing
wanting to reach out in fear of loneliness
for you figure brings company to all

by Damion Jemison

I Fell In Love With Your Words

i fell in love with your words.
fell headlong into the spaces between the letters.
into the glowing blue gaps on the screen.
letting the language seduce me.
the meaning drawing me into the well of your mind.
bathing myself in the dark space behind the poems,
where i reach out to touch an image of myself.
following your voice
down passageways lined with metaphors cloaked in black velvet.
racing towards your soul with my heart laid bare.

by chizoba

Insomnia

I don't understand these thoughts.
They creep their way into the corners of my mind when I am thinking about
other things.
They more I try not to acknowledge their presence, the more they make
their presence known.
They consume me and occupy spaces that should be left empty.
They frighten me.
They enlighten me.
They awaken the sleeping part of me that I had forgotten was there.
Dark thoughts.
Deep thoughts.
The lines are blurring.
I can't tell black from white.
I can feel -- no, I can hear -- the beating of me heart.
It's the only sound in this empty room that is my mind.
I wish I could see the sun again.
I wish I could hear some other sound besides this pounding in my head.
I wish...

byAngela Chandler

round & round

remember when/how
everything shakes and echoes in the dark
everything squirms and whimpers in the dark
drifting
gorgeous/aimless in pavonine silken tatters,
threadbare
black velvet, crumpled
moire taffeta
rococo crown of tiny wrist-killing braids
trade beads/shells & bells/metallica miscellany

or: strikingly shaven, tattooed scrollwork
poetry oilgleam like lacquer- or whatever. fuck it-

decorate it all you want,
that skull's still a prison

by Hille B Waddles

At Smitty's Place

So we take a taxi to his place, and he's sitting there all long & lean &
pretty & maybe just a little bit dangerous, like a lseek young
greyhound/pitbull cross, built for speed and elegant violence... Bona
Fortuna's own son, wise mean-gentle eyes like a baby mercenary's, talking
philosophy and Dostoyevsky, proud of the easy depth of his wit and never
noticing that my eyes are glazing and I'm thinking no other thing but
Damn, what an utterly gorgeous son of a bitch- I want some more of that
RIGHT NOW- feeling vaguely guilty 'cos I'm always whining about how much
I miss literary & artistic conversation these days, and here's this
exquisite male thing purring lines from "Macbeth", offering comparative
critiqe of Burroughs & Miller, and I just want him to shut up and take
his clothes off... Oh yeah. Looks like trouble. Later I dream about
golden snakes with cloisonne scales.

by Hille B Waddles


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