it's my birthday
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Wednesday, April 20, 2005
Tuesday, April 19, 2005
haiku #0178 (inspired by women in hip hop class)
she got too much mouth
said he to he last week
her wombs says otherwise
said he to he last week
her wombs says otherwise
justin timberlake vs usher raymond
ever watch justin timberlake strut around like usher raymond? i mean, we know they are both trynna replace Mike Jackson and be the new king of pop (usher has successfully done this for me -- check the abs in make me wanna)... i remember the young 14 year old rockin' timbs while riding on the hood of the car as devante (former jodeci star) swerved down a winding road... he was a baby then - but was singing bout thangs that made me blush. now, he rocks a glove during his concert recorded in puerto rico, moonwalks sideways (really that's all it is) and keeps the women screaming (present company, ahem, not included). but really. he has become an incredible entertainer.
but i can't help but be a bit mad at mr. timberlake (aka leave janet jackson out to dry after HE ripped off the boobie cloth). first he has no gumption when giving up the goods on taking ms. britney spears' virginity (a true gentleman closes his DAMN PIE HOLE and be thankful he's getting any!) and then he bounces on N'Sync to start a solo career. now i LOVED cry me a river. fa real -- wasn't even mad that it looked like ole' Brit dog... however, the song "senorita" geared towards the latinas - was as tasteless as stretchmarks at a strip club. i mean, i got some but i stay'z in my lane, homie. now this song -- preaching in a high screech tone (u know how he do) was cool - until he said something about "don't let him take yo crown" as he slapped said crown holder on the ASS!? huh
so once he dissed my girl ms. jackson (cause im nasty) and usher called him out (don't say my name and his in the same sentence) -- i can't help but shake my head and turn the channel when his cameo appearance on snoop dogg's video rolls across my tv screen.
but i can't help but be a bit mad at mr. timberlake (aka leave janet jackson out to dry after HE ripped off the boobie cloth). first he has no gumption when giving up the goods on taking ms. britney spears' virginity (a true gentleman closes his DAMN PIE HOLE and be thankful he's getting any!) and then he bounces on N'Sync to start a solo career. now i LOVED cry me a river. fa real -- wasn't even mad that it looked like ole' Brit dog... however, the song "senorita" geared towards the latinas - was as tasteless as stretchmarks at a strip club. i mean, i got some but i stay'z in my lane, homie. now this song -- preaching in a high screech tone (u know how he do) was cool - until he said something about "don't let him take yo crown" as he slapped said crown holder on the ASS!? huh
so once he dissed my girl ms. jackson (cause im nasty) and usher called him out (don't say my name and his in the same sentence) -- i can't help but shake my head and turn the channel when his cameo appearance on snoop dogg's video rolls across my tv screen.
Monday, April 18, 2005
what more can i say!?
austin was and is beautiful... life was hectic ova der! the festival was a bit err different this year. but dont let me jump ahead. i'll start from the beginning!
wed: j and i head to the airport. i had my first WHEELCHAIR ride, courtesy of this damn cast & might i say -- i was pretty much feelin' myself! oh no! not only did they push me around in that lil' piece of steel and vinyl heaven - but, we passed ALL OF THE SECURITY LINES! and what a day to do it. they were wrapped around the corner like jive's groupies! (sorry i couldn't help it!) and we were off to make the boarding! first on the plane, nice... had a nice nap all the way to texas, where reggie met us and sped us to firebirds. a nice burrito shack (understatement, trust me) and we filled on chicken and steak MONSTER burritos. i should've taken a picture of the damn thing -- it was crazy big -- like my butt! whoa!
next we headed to Ivanho's house (former poet present singer). we watched movies while J snored on the floor like a damn geezer and i watched leguizamo in a riveting role in King of The Jungle... Rosie Perez, Anabella Sciorrie and my boy Michael Rapaport was in it -- if you wanna know that story email me! we later went to feature at Neo Soul at Club Sahara and it was a nice warm and receptive crowd. one thing cant nobody tell me about is the hospitality and support you get from AUSTIN... there are one or two fake ass mutha-sucka's in the bunch, but that's life homie. Kim, my sista from another mutha was hosting with our B-Fran the man that can throw the hottest impromptu poetry party (worldwide). watched their youth slam team get down, a gang of poets -- left and got some jack in the crack (two cheesecakes, please!) and headed to B's crib...
thurs: reggie came and swooped us to registration where we looked at each other and wondered why the hell we were awwake so damn EARLY. touring artists KNOW: jetlag is so SINCEREEEEE. i tried to OD on coffee, before KIM looked out and took me to get some starbucks (i cant do that organic ish) where i partook in the White Mocha GOODNESS, one for me and one for my girl amanda! yea, i met her mom. she is so cute. we sat in a circle, agnes (my favorite UK' WOMAN POET), nii, amanda johnston (the martha stewart impersonator!), jive (who?), thomas, tim gibbard (flyest dude in the tallest shoes), mike (freebie jukebox poet) and everybody else that walked up to our COOL table and said HEY! amanda placed first in the anthology reading (go girl) and we laughed hard until rescued Jive and I. we went to dinner at LOGANS. a place where they throw peanuts on the floor -- i'm thinking "I got more home training than this!" but i tried and threw one shell on the floor just for the thrill of it! unfortunately, our waitress was a bit too popular, because the dudes next to us, tossed a peanut at her. it ricocheted off her shoulder and hit the Jive in the knee -- he then finds his NEW YORK STATE OF MIND and offers these young men a taste of his fists. subtly of course. they say, "dude, it's cool. sorry" but continue talking shyt under their breath. Kim overhears the chaos and loses her freakin' mind. she gets the manager -- who is of little help, as far as they are concerned, and then requests the regional manager's information. after this little interrogation homeboy is shivering and the fella's apologize again before finding the exit. i look at my salad - sure they are spitting in my plate of steak and catfish as we speak before asking the waitress to cancel the order. sure we will just have to snack on muffins from the coffeeshop where we will perform at in 30 minutes, but Kim insists. says they wont do nothing "or else" and we eat the food that miraculously finds its way to our table. the show that evening... dulls from the shine of this one - so flub it.
friday: we have a radio interview with reggie to promote the mitchie's show and a slam that evening. jive is the feature, since he's the winner of last year's title -- so it's up to me to do my thug thizzle. first prize (man and woman highest ranking receive) three hunnet and fiddy dollas... taalam is also the feature (as he and jive tied) so the opening raises the bar of poetry by a freeekn mile! i aint mad though. relentless takes care of me - pure southern hospitality. mike henry, videographer of the upcoming flick "SLAM PLANET" and austin slammaster (i think) hosts the jumpoff and joaquin and akua take first, me second and tito from corpus cripus takes 3rd... nice afterwards, we make our way to waterloo for chicken wings, cramping our bodies into Mike Guinn's mustang (baller) just to be greeted with an "KITCHEN CLOSED" sign! boooooo taalam then suggests Baby A's a spot with great drinks and questionable food... too bad we found out after all 15 of us were seated. Akua, Izm Dark & King Savior (phoenix), Vocab, Joe, Jamela (Aqua's peoplez) and several others sat with Jive, Mike and myself feenin' for chips and salsa. akua and i got buck -- i can't front. i could've lit a match with that hotazz stuff. but i was starving - so hell! jive's plate of food was purely DISGUSTING. so we returned that. paid the bill and found our way back to B-Fran's crib.
sat: i don't wanna wake up. neither did j. but we had several shows, including my favorite MITCHIEs. Reggie was picking us up to drop us off. but i wasnt feeln that so much. so i acted like a diva. stayed in my PJ's and talked to KA and B downstairs while Tweet cooked breakfast. Jo, B's wife to be, hooked up the starbucks after giving me some really cute coffee-like capuccino! i love her. she has the best love poems. i call her the julia roberts of poetry... ya know, you fall in love when listening to her poems and really want her to fall in love too (i.e., pretty woman: ho meets trick -- fall in love, pleez. my best friend's wedding: friend wants to take friend from fiancee, dammit ho! fall in love pleez! and mona lisa's smile: teacher teaches ladies not to just be a ho, but falls out of love in the process DAMMIT!). anyway - we eat beef sausages, and Tweet (a man that had a heart attack on thursday and recovered by saturday) offers to cook a brisket for our going away dinner. this is when B-Fran promises a poetic after party to close out the festival. did you hear that? i think i heard the angels singing! laaaaaaaaaa
we eat, head to our designated features, jive at the coffeeshop and me at mitchies (all day) for the next 8 hours. that's right people. poetry ALL DAY! the first reading was real light (less than 20 people) but i met some nice ladies from Panama and a new poet (as of the night before after being inspired by the slam). the next reading, J and Jo show up with her son Youngstar (a powerhouse) and her lil' momma AUBREY! das my girl we played UH OH for about 30 minutes...i swear
the urban slam then pops off and we have over 20 poets hit the mic. Joe kills it with SPRUNG, Jive rips it with Once Upon A Date Rape, Vocab and Sassy have an incredible group piece and several other honorable mentions -- but did you hear me say over 20 poets? damn.
right after that -- we have another showcase called the urban showcase as a part of the festival and taalam, jive, KA, Knowtorius 13, Izm, myself, Mike Guinn and Youngstar. we did it like a theatrical production and it was phenomenal. an outstanding way to end the festival - i must say! we had a poetry auction (which was so fun) and it was between god's gift and a systa i nicknamed "camisole" (because of her shirt!) and afterwards we cleaned up. i shopped: scoring a book entitled the american directory of uncle tom's. joyce gave amari two books and two beautiful picture frames for her christmas photoz, before we headed to B's for the poetry party. there we were greeted with dominoes, spades, chess, pool and boisterous laughter. the brisket was BANGIN', the macaroni salad was DOPE - B was stressing and i was taking advantage of the moment! relentless and i shared the dominoes table but lost by a full house. i just found a seat to devour the remainder of my cheesecake, took pictures (will put em up soon) and laughed until my stomach hurt. taalam made jokes on the sly. KA let me make fun of him, alot! and at 1am, we stopped all other activity and commenced to having our OWN DAMN POETRY SHOW! didn't chu hear me when i said HEY? for the next 3 hours, we heard poetry from everyone in the room (as they were all poets) and i didn't go to sleep until near 4am.
less than 4 hours later, reggie takes J, and I to the airport... where we will sleep on an over-filled aircraft with memories of the best poetry community in the country. word up
bak n bklyn
wed: j and i head to the airport. i had my first WHEELCHAIR ride, courtesy of this damn cast & might i say -- i was pretty much feelin' myself! oh no! not only did they push me around in that lil' piece of steel and vinyl heaven - but, we passed ALL OF THE SECURITY LINES! and what a day to do it. they were wrapped around the corner like jive's groupies! (sorry i couldn't help it!) and we were off to make the boarding! first on the plane, nice... had a nice nap all the way to texas, where reggie met us and sped us to firebirds. a nice burrito shack (understatement, trust me) and we filled on chicken and steak MONSTER burritos. i should've taken a picture of the damn thing -- it was crazy big -- like my butt! whoa!
next we headed to Ivanho's house (former poet present singer). we watched movies while J snored on the floor like a damn geezer and i watched leguizamo in a riveting role in King of The Jungle... Rosie Perez, Anabella Sciorrie and my boy Michael Rapaport was in it -- if you wanna know that story email me! we later went to feature at Neo Soul at Club Sahara and it was a nice warm and receptive crowd. one thing cant nobody tell me about is the hospitality and support you get from AUSTIN... there are one or two fake ass mutha-sucka's in the bunch, but that's life homie. Kim, my sista from another mutha was hosting with our B-Fran the man that can throw the hottest impromptu poetry party (worldwide). watched their youth slam team get down, a gang of poets -- left and got some jack in the crack (two cheesecakes, please!) and headed to B's crib...
thurs: reggie came and swooped us to registration where we looked at each other and wondered why the hell we were awwake so damn EARLY. touring artists KNOW: jetlag is so SINCEREEEEE. i tried to OD on coffee, before KIM looked out and took me to get some starbucks (i cant do that organic ish) where i partook in the White Mocha GOODNESS, one for me and one for my girl amanda! yea, i met her mom. she is so cute. we sat in a circle, agnes (my favorite UK' WOMAN POET), nii, amanda johnston (the martha stewart impersonator!), jive (who?), thomas, tim gibbard (flyest dude in the tallest shoes), mike (freebie jukebox poet) and everybody else that walked up to our COOL table and said HEY! amanda placed first in the anthology reading (go girl) and we laughed hard until rescued Jive and I. we went to dinner at LOGANS. a place where they throw peanuts on the floor -- i'm thinking "I got more home training than this!" but i tried and threw one shell on the floor just for the thrill of it! unfortunately, our waitress was a bit too popular, because the dudes next to us, tossed a peanut at her. it ricocheted off her shoulder and hit the Jive in the knee -- he then finds his NEW YORK STATE OF MIND and offers these young men a taste of his fists. subtly of course. they say, "dude, it's cool. sorry" but continue talking shyt under their breath. Kim overhears the chaos and loses her freakin' mind. she gets the manager -- who is of little help, as far as they are concerned, and then requests the regional manager's information. after this little interrogation homeboy is shivering and the fella's apologize again before finding the exit. i look at my salad - sure they are spitting in my plate of steak and catfish as we speak before asking the waitress to cancel the order. sure we will just have to snack on muffins from the coffeeshop where we will perform at in 30 minutes, but Kim insists. says they wont do nothing "or else" and we eat the food that miraculously finds its way to our table. the show that evening... dulls from the shine of this one - so flub it.
friday: we have a radio interview with reggie to promote the mitchie's show and a slam that evening. jive is the feature, since he's the winner of last year's title -- so it's up to me to do my thug thizzle. first prize (man and woman highest ranking receive) three hunnet and fiddy dollas... taalam is also the feature (as he and jive tied) so the opening raises the bar of poetry by a freeekn mile! i aint mad though. relentless takes care of me - pure southern hospitality. mike henry, videographer of the upcoming flick "SLAM PLANET" and austin slammaster (i think) hosts the jumpoff and joaquin and akua take first, me second and tito from corpus cripus takes 3rd... nice afterwards, we make our way to waterloo for chicken wings, cramping our bodies into Mike Guinn's mustang (baller) just to be greeted with an "KITCHEN CLOSED" sign! boooooo taalam then suggests Baby A's a spot with great drinks and questionable food... too bad we found out after all 15 of us were seated. Akua, Izm Dark & King Savior (phoenix), Vocab, Joe, Jamela (Aqua's peoplez) and several others sat with Jive, Mike and myself feenin' for chips and salsa. akua and i got buck -- i can't front. i could've lit a match with that hotazz stuff. but i was starving - so hell! jive's plate of food was purely DISGUSTING. so we returned that. paid the bill and found our way back to B-Fran's crib.
sat: i don't wanna wake up. neither did j. but we had several shows, including my favorite MITCHIEs. Reggie was picking us up to drop us off. but i wasnt feeln that so much. so i acted like a diva. stayed in my PJ's and talked to KA and B downstairs while Tweet cooked breakfast. Jo, B's wife to be, hooked up the starbucks after giving me some really cute coffee-like capuccino! i love her. she has the best love poems. i call her the julia roberts of poetry... ya know, you fall in love when listening to her poems and really want her to fall in love too (i.e., pretty woman: ho meets trick -- fall in love, pleez. my best friend's wedding: friend wants to take friend from fiancee, dammit ho! fall in love pleez! and mona lisa's smile: teacher teaches ladies not to just be a ho, but falls out of love in the process DAMMIT!). anyway - we eat beef sausages, and Tweet (a man that had a heart attack on thursday and recovered by saturday) offers to cook a brisket for our going away dinner. this is when B-Fran promises a poetic after party to close out the festival. did you hear that? i think i heard the angels singing! laaaaaaaaaa
we eat, head to our designated features, jive at the coffeeshop and me at mitchies (all day) for the next 8 hours. that's right people. poetry ALL DAY! the first reading was real light (less than 20 people) but i met some nice ladies from Panama and a new poet (as of the night before after being inspired by the slam). the next reading, J and Jo show up with her son Youngstar (a powerhouse) and her lil' momma AUBREY! das my girl we played UH OH for about 30 minutes...i swear
the urban slam then pops off and we have over 20 poets hit the mic. Joe kills it with SPRUNG, Jive rips it with Once Upon A Date Rape, Vocab and Sassy have an incredible group piece and several other honorable mentions -- but did you hear me say over 20 poets? damn.
right after that -- we have another showcase called the urban showcase as a part of the festival and taalam, jive, KA, Knowtorius 13, Izm, myself, Mike Guinn and Youngstar. we did it like a theatrical production and it was phenomenal. an outstanding way to end the festival - i must say! we had a poetry auction (which was so fun) and it was between god's gift and a systa i nicknamed "camisole" (because of her shirt!) and afterwards we cleaned up. i shopped: scoring a book entitled the american directory of uncle tom's. joyce gave amari two books and two beautiful picture frames for her christmas photoz, before we headed to B's for the poetry party. there we were greeted with dominoes, spades, chess, pool and boisterous laughter. the brisket was BANGIN', the macaroni salad was DOPE - B was stressing and i was taking advantage of the moment! relentless and i shared the dominoes table but lost by a full house. i just found a seat to devour the remainder of my cheesecake, took pictures (will put em up soon) and laughed until my stomach hurt. taalam made jokes on the sly. KA let me make fun of him, alot! and at 1am, we stopped all other activity and commenced to having our OWN DAMN POETRY SHOW! didn't chu hear me when i said HEY? for the next 3 hours, we heard poetry from everyone in the room (as they were all poets) and i didn't go to sleep until near 4am.
less than 4 hours later, reggie takes J, and I to the airport... where we will sleep on an over-filled aircraft with memories of the best poetry community in the country. word up
bak n bklyn
Friday, April 15, 2005
outside...
im sitting on nii's laptop -- sitting outside of ruta maya's with my cast elevated. talking to akua, jive, ivanho, nii and madalyhatter. this is what poetry is about. the sun is kissing me with hot fresh lips. i have so much to tell you. give me sunday and i will give my world.
look back for the day by day description...
live from austin (by way of cali via brooklyn)
look back for the day by day description...
live from austin (by way of cali via brooklyn)
Thursday, April 14, 2005
texas AIR
smells like flowers
and trees and pollen
and sun
its beautiful here. registration starts today for the festival. we featured at neo souldiers last nite. it was great! they are so supportive it makes your toes curl. they treat us like family. i rocked on stage - crutches and all! jive had the church congregating with dissatisfation. we saw the austin youth slam team. got to see shannon a young powerhouse. this bright eye'd youngsta was phenomenal when i first witnessed her slam in 2001 and she is even greater NOW.
at the moment, i am feenin' for breakfast. it is afternoon time and jive and i are debating whether new york can maintain a national poetry convention. guess which side im on...
and trees and pollen
and sun
its beautiful here. registration starts today for the festival. we featured at neo souldiers last nite. it was great! they are so supportive it makes your toes curl. they treat us like family. i rocked on stage - crutches and all! jive had the church congregating with dissatisfation. we saw the austin youth slam team. got to see shannon a young powerhouse. this bright eye'd youngsta was phenomenal when i first witnessed her slam in 2001 and she is even greater NOW.
at the moment, i am feenin' for breakfast. it is afternoon time and jive and i are debating whether new york can maintain a national poetry convention. guess which side im on...
Wednesday, April 13, 2005
less than 6 hours
we will be on a flight to austin, texas. stajza mcfadden, larry jaffe, england's finest: nii parkes and tim gibbard -- all in da place to B! don't be mad at me... just peep the gloat'n at it's finest! lol
had another incredible class. afterwards we went to mexican cab company and feasted on salsa and frosty drinks! i had the raspberry jump off... nice! patricia, ed, camara, hallie and myself sat there for awhile -- before the bday girl had to take an early leave. sorry i will miss the birthday party ms aries -- but we will celebrate on the 19th! das right, 24 hours before my own earth day! yea (lil jon style)!
i have to pack. but i have so much to talk about. after i land and get myself together, i will return to talk about: love. life. attraction. energy. accomplishment. life. life. word
live from brooklyn (on da way to austin)
m
ps -- thanks for the knicks ticket kSWift! amari loved them even though the raptors were winning... :)
had another incredible class. afterwards we went to mexican cab company and feasted on salsa and frosty drinks! i had the raspberry jump off... nice! patricia, ed, camara, hallie and myself sat there for awhile -- before the bday girl had to take an early leave. sorry i will miss the birthday party ms aries -- but we will celebrate on the 19th! das right, 24 hours before my own earth day! yea (lil jon style)!
i have to pack. but i have so much to talk about. after i land and get myself together, i will return to talk about: love. life. attraction. energy. accomplishment. life. life. word
live from brooklyn (on da way to austin)
m
ps -- thanks for the knicks ticket kSWift! amari loved them even though the raptors were winning... :)
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
incredible...bullet style
i. how things come about... i allowed a swedish documentarien to use my poem "single muva's song" sometime last year and she called me yesterday. the film was picked up by a swedish television station and she would like to follow me around for my stay in london this summer. nice!
ii. my kids in the women in hip hop workshop have astounded me, yet another time. we are dealing with stereotypes and race. i made everyone pick a piece of paper out of a cup and whatever their slip said (singapore, honduras, jamaican, etc) and write a poem from this person's point of view about stereotypes. im so excited -- cause their ability to voice their concern is beyond their young years... damn -- that sounds like something my elders would say! lol
iii. austin's poetry festival for the next week. all poetry, all night, always a treat... i'm not hosting anything this year but i will enjoy the comraderie and the mutual respect from international poets...classic
iv. went to bar 13 last nite. it was cool. camara from my writing class was in effect! she is such an incredible writer. but then her people's is an incredible writer and performer -- so im sure it's the birds of a feather theory! lol only watched the first two rounds of the slam. my team member for southern fried slam, samantha killed it. but was getting half hearted scores. BOOOOO! fish flakes held it down with an incredible emmitt till piece. and lynne was so cerebral that cats didnt know if they had a brain spasm or was that just wind passing!? tai freedom ford was winning by 5 points when we left -- needless to say that was the winner of the night. next week is a crazy slam -- unfortunately, i won't make it - but the list is crazy: roger bonair agard, marty mcconnel, rac mckibbins, carlos gomez, bonafide rojas -- i think that's it?? my semi is not til the 25th: jive, myself, akua, advocate of words and one more... i can't really remember his name. oh yea, mikey cirelli (ha!)... some come join us make fun of mike on the 25th... he is the slam poetry cyrano. classic
ii. my kids in the women in hip hop workshop have astounded me, yet another time. we are dealing with stereotypes and race. i made everyone pick a piece of paper out of a cup and whatever their slip said (singapore, honduras, jamaican, etc) and write a poem from this person's point of view about stereotypes. im so excited -- cause their ability to voice their concern is beyond their young years... damn -- that sounds like something my elders would say! lol
iii. austin's poetry festival for the next week. all poetry, all night, always a treat... i'm not hosting anything this year but i will enjoy the comraderie and the mutual respect from international poets...classic
iv. went to bar 13 last nite. it was cool. camara from my writing class was in effect! she is such an incredible writer. but then her people's is an incredible writer and performer -- so im sure it's the birds of a feather theory! lol only watched the first two rounds of the slam. my team member for southern fried slam, samantha killed it. but was getting half hearted scores. BOOOOO! fish flakes held it down with an incredible emmitt till piece. and lynne was so cerebral that cats didnt know if they had a brain spasm or was that just wind passing!? tai freedom ford was winning by 5 points when we left -- needless to say that was the winner of the night. next week is a crazy slam -- unfortunately, i won't make it - but the list is crazy: roger bonair agard, marty mcconnel, rac mckibbins, carlos gomez, bonafide rojas -- i think that's it?? my semi is not til the 25th: jive, myself, akua, advocate of words and one more... i can't really remember his name. oh yea, mikey cirelli (ha!)... some come join us make fun of mike on the 25th... he is the slam poetry cyrano. classic
Monday, April 11, 2005
from my brooklyn window
shadows of stars
building tops
bright lights atop
empire state building
red
white
blue
black night
gray mornings
dawn
pigeons aflight
dreams become mist
and the day pulls
long like the tides
building tops
bright lights atop
empire state building
red
white
blue
black night
gray mornings
dawn
pigeons aflight
dreams become mist
and the day pulls
long like the tides
Sunday, April 10, 2005
if it isn't love...
why do i feel this way? why does he stay on my mind?
- new edition, (after bobby left)
talked to my sis. when we get along - its good. when we dont, oh boy watch out! we definitely have the shelf life of two weeks. but she's my big sis. and i would move a mountain for her -- but only if she would shut the hell up in the process! lol
it is soooooo beautiful outside. it makes me want to magically fix my ankle so we can walk through central park. they have a zoo there. i want to go back to the aquarium... we went for my birthday. it was a surprise. and because its on the other side of brooklyn, by the time we got there -- it was FREEZIN, and i was totally under dressed and so was amari. so i gave her my coat, he gave me his coat -- and we sat there watching the sea lion in awe. i can still feel the goosebumps.
we have a band n poet show tonite. should be nice. maybe some dominican food afterwards. my girl that works there is the BOMB. she has the biggest hips and butt - ask me why i notice this? go ahead, ask me! because! the restaurant is sOOO small, that when she turns, she knocks customers out of their chair! no lie -- as j's friend steve! lmao but, i love her to death. she teaches me spanish without getting mad at my american ignorance. hence, the reason i can order pechuga al ajillo con arroz amarillo y pan con mantaquilla.
yea, don't sleep on my skills! that took a long time -- courtesy of j's continued linguistics training... rolling your tongue takes practice.
so im out. gotta get ready for the show.
go feel the sun on your tongue and tell me how it taste.
live from brooklyn.
- new edition, (after bobby left)
talked to my sis. when we get along - its good. when we dont, oh boy watch out! we definitely have the shelf life of two weeks. but she's my big sis. and i would move a mountain for her -- but only if she would shut the hell up in the process! lol
it is soooooo beautiful outside. it makes me want to magically fix my ankle so we can walk through central park. they have a zoo there. i want to go back to the aquarium... we went for my birthday. it was a surprise. and because its on the other side of brooklyn, by the time we got there -- it was FREEZIN, and i was totally under dressed and so was amari. so i gave her my coat, he gave me his coat -- and we sat there watching the sea lion in awe. i can still feel the goosebumps.
we have a band n poet show tonite. should be nice. maybe some dominican food afterwards. my girl that works there is the BOMB. she has the biggest hips and butt - ask me why i notice this? go ahead, ask me! because! the restaurant is sOOO small, that when she turns, she knocks customers out of their chair! no lie -- as j's friend steve! lmao but, i love her to death. she teaches me spanish without getting mad at my american ignorance. hence, the reason i can order pechuga al ajillo con arroz amarillo y pan con mantaquilla.
yea, don't sleep on my skills! that took a long time -- courtesy of j's continued linguistics training... rolling your tongue takes practice.
so im out. gotta get ready for the show.
go feel the sun on your tongue and tell me how it taste.
live from brooklyn.
Saturday, April 09, 2005
Lady Luck gotta Crush on me...
found my book files! hallelujah! finally talked to my brother after a lot of deliberation. got some incredible workshops. and found monies to sponsor the new laptop mission! can i hear an amen!
feeling inspired and ish... something nu
breath me a song
whispered in the hum of your vetebrate
dream of my most fallilable parts
kiss my ankle scars
trace my blemishes with your thumb
swirl your image of me inside your own palm
see our future
blur me out with hiccups
cough me away
drink water to rid of my residue
...then...
breath me
all over again
purposely
feeling inspired and ish... something nu
breath me a song
whispered in the hum of your vetebrate
dream of my most fallilable parts
kiss my ankle scars
trace my blemishes with your thumb
swirl your image of me inside your own palm
see our future
blur me out with hiccups
cough me away
drink water to rid of my residue
...then...
breath me
all over again
purposely
closer...
watching the movie closer... it has such rich dialogue im getting turned on! i keep trying to wake him up so he can hear this masterpiece of verbal intercourse! nothing but snores.
natalie portman says "the most fun a girl can have is lying"... back in two and two... gotta finish watching this...
live from my bed in brooklyn
natalie portman says "the most fun a girl can have is lying"... back in two and two... gotta finish watching this...
live from my bed in brooklyn
Friday, April 08, 2005
PIMP JUICE scholarships and other evils with pretty faces
accolades to nelly of the st louis lunatics. that's right the young brother, turned rapper, turned actor, turned drink president ("pimp juice" - its like red bull) has given several scholarships away. very dope. few people in the hip hop industry give such things back to the community. which is flyy -- but PIMP SCHOLARSHIP? damn. i feel like we are running back to the cotton fields. i swear.
our 2nd graders know how to sing about G-Unit and becoming a great P-I-M-P, rather than a great D-O-C-T-O-R. i know, this is an age old debate. but when are we going to wake up? how much longer do i have to explain to my daughter that Bitch and HO is not a compliment. no matter what the songs say. no matter how pretty the girls in the video smiling to those same degrading lyrics are...? when will we stop subjecting our kids to the madness?
i love that song "some cut" from triville. initially, i heard the radio edited version -- so i thought the song was just a cool lil' flirtaious song about a man seeing a woman and being attracted to her. saying "what it is shorty, whassup can a player get in touch"... like can i get your number... let's set up a time to sit down and get to know each other. then i went and taught my class with the middle school kids. and they told me the un-edited version was not as friendly -- instead, my cute flirtatious song became filthy and demeaning with lyrics: "what it is HO, whassup? can a nigga get in yo gut"...
huh? im straight lost. i fell in love with hip hop and became it's concubine somewhere along the line.
our 2nd graders know how to sing about G-Unit and becoming a great P-I-M-P, rather than a great D-O-C-T-O-R. i know, this is an age old debate. but when are we going to wake up? how much longer do i have to explain to my daughter that Bitch and HO is not a compliment. no matter what the songs say. no matter how pretty the girls in the video smiling to those same degrading lyrics are...? when will we stop subjecting our kids to the madness?
i love that song "some cut" from triville. initially, i heard the radio edited version -- so i thought the song was just a cool lil' flirtaious song about a man seeing a woman and being attracted to her. saying "what it is shorty, whassup can a player get in touch"... like can i get your number... let's set up a time to sit down and get to know each other. then i went and taught my class with the middle school kids. and they told me the un-edited version was not as friendly -- instead, my cute flirtatious song became filthy and demeaning with lyrics: "what it is HO, whassup? can a nigga get in yo gut"...
huh? im straight lost. i fell in love with hip hop and became it's concubine somewhere along the line.
conversations:
a class assignment... i would love to hear your comments. even if you totally hate it.
The Pope and Robert Kelly
________________________
soft flesh
immature to life
pours of innocence
accompanied by whimpers
Did you ignore the cries?
I did.
Did you repent your sins?
I did.
Then what went wrong?
Technology.
The Pope and Robert Kelly
________________________
soft flesh
immature to life
pours of innocence
accompanied by whimpers
Did you ignore the cries?
I did.
Did you repent your sins?
I did.
Then what went wrong?
Technology.
Thursday, April 07, 2005
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
over-easy
workshops are underestimated. i am looking to sign up for any damn thing now! love my class. love the feedback. love my results. here's one of the assignments...
live from brooklyn
m
over easy
________________
hidden
by red lights
fears folded between basement shadows
as hands danced across abdomen
praying for inches more
fingers wander clumsily
fabric lay between flesh and want
burning with curiosity
fifteen and dumber by the minute
i skipped school like stones
to experience my 2nd tongue kiss
sloppy
wet and
not quite right
i moaned convincingly despite intrusive tongue
acted like i knew how to make a man
feel like a man
even when
he was just a boy
gripped panties
twisted around fists
found fingers deep inside
inexperience and gumption poured out minutes later
he told the world how sweet my pink parts smelled on index fingers
said he would soon have my cherries
and like secrets uncovered
she scolded me
hot grease with cold words slipping over my skin through phone lines
"you smelled my scent on your son?" i thought
she growled
"we don't want to be young grandmothers"
her preemptive strike too late for my sister's sake
mama nodded hung up receiver and stared
eyes dull and glazed
questioning silently
i couldn't scream "i sacrificed his fingers for your attention"
so i relied on nothing.
… really
we just fooled around.
this reason enough to seek refuge in the smoke
i watched her slide behind bedroom doors
press wood to wood firmly
quick to return to pipe dreams
quick to leave me
never looking back
live from brooklyn
m
over easy
________________
hidden
by red lights
fears folded between basement shadows
as hands danced across abdomen
praying for inches more
fingers wander clumsily
fabric lay between flesh and want
burning with curiosity
fifteen and dumber by the minute
i skipped school like stones
to experience my 2nd tongue kiss
sloppy
wet and
not quite right
i moaned convincingly despite intrusive tongue
acted like i knew how to make a man
feel like a man
even when
he was just a boy
gripped panties
twisted around fists
found fingers deep inside
inexperience and gumption poured out minutes later
he told the world how sweet my pink parts smelled on index fingers
said he would soon have my cherries
and like secrets uncovered
she scolded me
hot grease with cold words slipping over my skin through phone lines
"you smelled my scent on your son?" i thought
she growled
"we don't want to be young grandmothers"
her preemptive strike too late for my sister's sake
mama nodded hung up receiver and stared
eyes dull and glazed
questioning silently
i couldn't scream "i sacrificed his fingers for your attention"
so i relied on nothing.
… really
we just fooled around.
this reason enough to seek refuge in the smoke
i watched her slide behind bedroom doors
press wood to wood firmly
quick to return to pipe dreams
quick to leave me
never looking back
inspiring sorts
i really love my life... times like this makes the laptop crashing, car towing, poetry biting, bone cracking, creative starved, groupie stalked, writersblock'd bull shyt...ALL WORTH IT!
live from brooklyn
live from brooklyn
Tuesday, April 05, 2005
dammit man!!!!!!!!
so monday, after physical therapy -- i tried to get some work done for my tuesday assignment. but the damn laptop didn't want to turn on. so i decided, after i taught the women in hip hop workshop and pulled the slots for the BAR 13 semi's, i would get back to it. still, nothing! the damn laptop is not responding to ANYTHING!
called the compaq help line. still nothing and that's after i paid for a renewal on the warranty for this piece of ISH! still nothing. they tell me -- buy a new computer, your hard drive is fried! BYTCH!
well, after i decided to rid of my entire life for the past 2 years -- i rebooted the entire system and lost ALL OF MY FILES!!!! every last one. if i didn't email it to myself or someone else, it's officially a WRAP!
yippy for me... finally got over that. rebooted dis damn thang, mourned over all the lost work for the new book (sigh) and the masters for thin skin and destroy... oh yea, and because i transferred my email server -- all the business emails! (sigh)
life gets NO betta right now. but -- the laptop has been restored. most of my information can be salvaged. and he's making steak n eggs for breakfast...nice
called the compaq help line. still nothing and that's after i paid for a renewal on the warranty for this piece of ISH! still nothing. they tell me -- buy a new computer, your hard drive is fried! BYTCH!
well, after i decided to rid of my entire life for the past 2 years -- i rebooted the entire system and lost ALL OF MY FILES!!!! every last one. if i didn't email it to myself or someone else, it's officially a WRAP!
yippy for me... finally got over that. rebooted dis damn thang, mourned over all the lost work for the new book (sigh) and the masters for thin skin and destroy... oh yea, and because i transferred my email server -- all the business emails! (sigh)
life gets NO betta right now. but -- the laptop has been restored. most of my information can be salvaged. and he's making steak n eggs for breakfast...nice
Sunday, April 03, 2005
sickley...
so we did it. we had a damn eating contest. all you can eat crab, shrimp and steamed vegetables. i don't know what the hell i was thinking! j's got a hollow leg - i swear. i was about to keel over from iodine poison! butter was everywhere -- he kept trying to make me laugh and i was trying to keep it all under control! there is nothing sexy about a woman vomitting until her lungs hurt. so i ignored his antics -- smiled at him like a classic sore loser and begged for some pepto bismal.
live from brooklyn,
m
live from brooklyn,
m
Saturday, April 02, 2005
nice...
i made the 2005 Central NJ Slam Team...
Kasim (grand slam champ) - an incredible poet & new father
Mahogany L. Browne
Shadowkat
Rasheed Adero - crazy nice, supportive and funny poet... i hear he's the king of group pieces!
alt: JivePoetic (u know dis dude, cmon!) & BIG MUfukn MIKE: the most down father, poet and teacher I KNOW!
so things are looking up. i am still in the semi-finals for Bar13 -- so, i dunno. however - this team is incredible. the energy is hot -- my cousin Likwid is the slammaster and if i go with this team -- I AM ASSURED that kats got my back... beside the fact, it's always fun to roll wit cats that can make you laugh til you stomach burst!
Kasim (grand slam champ) - an incredible poet & new father
Mahogany L. Browne
Shadowkat
Rasheed Adero - crazy nice, supportive and funny poet... i hear he's the king of group pieces!
alt: JivePoetic (u know dis dude, cmon!) & BIG MUfukn MIKE: the most down father, poet and teacher I KNOW!
so things are looking up. i am still in the semi-finals for Bar13 -- so, i dunno. however - this team is incredible. the energy is hot -- my cousin Likwid is the slammaster and if i go with this team -- I AM ASSURED that kats got my back... beside the fact, it's always fun to roll wit cats that can make you laugh til you stomach burst!
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