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soul searchingsearched my heartsoul searching
found its rhythm still beats for you
I waits unknowing
your life in the balance
as my hands search idly by
for your balm in Gilead as the tears begin to fall pudding worries round my toes
remembered footsteps of you and me
with u left to fight this alone as I silently pray whispering entreaties to Yahweh on your behalf
as my heart beats in time with my tears
leaving the life of me in hopes to continue
the life of you


L.A. aint so progressiveit seems I have this recurring dream of L.A. Where everyone I meet asks me to sign my life away... and it ok cause well hey thats the way they do thangs we do thangsL.A. aint so progressive
and it hangs like a thick cloud cause even when u think you've met someone decent they still recent and ask could I please have your autograph just in case you make it so we know where youve been
and I question
but what about who I am ?
an angel in the city of angels perhaps?
thats fine but please sign your name on the dotted line
and time after time i sign and


a brown betty i know...there's a brown betty i know who dreams in black and love ...a brown betty i know...
wants all for herself and all for her black man ...
wherever he may be ....
she prepares herself daily for the moment the connection is made ...
and past impatiences become present dreams ....
and future dreams no longer deferred....
she find sanction in her femininity ...
rubs magnolia petals on her skin for him ...
vaselines her elbows and knees...
shirley temples her fingers and toes ...
and shines like an brand new penny ...
hoping to catch his eyes ...
be pocketed for an eternity


god diamond teethof sounds in her mouth i'm collecting the breathgod diamond teeth
sex organ eyes and accordance of doubts,
this is the day our history puts out
the wind circles back round come drugs and disease and from tongues it will sprout out like slugs we appease
chasing smoke
from dreams
i can't seem to leave
and now the most i can do is reflect on my self
stand with you under big trees & protect our health
as you shift
your wealth
to my cheek


Pashmina Blackpashmina blackPashmina Black
things i say and do may not come clean through my words may not convey just what i'm feeling
today is one of those days when i wake up with black stars in the middle of my eye. where the hell is that pashmina?! and the rhythm continues. the covers slowly glide down as he stretches out his arms. the shower is hot and polite: shall i burn you? not today, i’m a black star. he reaches for the charcoal and brushes his teeth perfectly. the cheap rugs in his room feel velvety, though its not like they have a choice. moonwalking down the middle, dripping wet polite dr
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my enemy said to me, "love your enemy."
and i obeyed him and loved myself. gibran
how was the lion king?
please tell me why anyone would fav this crap [link]
Two pieces this week:
'The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas' by Ursula K. Le Guin
A short story by a great writer; she was greatly influenced by communism and you know how the romantic ideal of communism appeals to us black folk. Equality, equity and what not.
'I Am The Black Gold Of The Sun' by Nuyorican Soul
A track with so much positive energy and rhythm: the piano/keyboard in the beginning opens up perfectly for the soulful house beat and vocals. The break in the middle really adds up to the climax, up to the point that you just want to turn up the volume harder and harder as the track progresses.
My two cents, sexy.
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I'll be anything that I need to be
You can't defeat the D so easily.
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~Kohakuiro
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my enemy said to me, "love your enemy."
and i obeyed him and loved myself. gibran
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