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Robert Frost
The Road Less Traveled
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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference
amystery2u
Daytime Zombies Posted 4-15-2002 15:28
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Creatures of the light
Thought they only come out at night
Twitching
Fixin'
For that next hit
A little bit miffed
When they can't get it
Itchin' for a scratch
As Run DMC says
But the scratch is induced
By a white powder
That they snort anyway
Thinking they are king or queens for a day
Or about five minutes
Until the substance evaporates away
Falling over
But never staying down
Never hitting the ground
As they wake up and look around
Unaware of their surroundings
Unaware of their bodies
Beware of the creatures of the light
They walk around in broad daylight
Hands swelled up
The size of mittens
Skin about to burst
Like the veins
They pump
The substance up
Beware, the creatures of the night
The new monster
That don't fill us with fright
Cuz we got used to seeing them
They've become the norm
Overtaking our cities
Converting one another
As they pass the pipe
(c) 2002
Icarus Redux Posted 3-4-2003 16:20
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i woke up this morning to an echo, frozen in time
where restraint lost control of that invisible line
a look as a spark, a spark into fire
willpower surrendered to flaming desire
chain reaction, kinetic passion
flowing through your skin
up my fingertips
a kiss from your lips
the curve of your hips
the way your tounge slips - past mine
legs intertwined,body into soul and soul into mind
don't look in too close or you might find
a vision
a vision of icaraus plumetting
a waxen molten mess
no need to guess
you know its no fun to fly so close to the sun
now, im not saying that's me - at least not yet
hell, i still got some feathers left
put aside for someone like you
the things that you do
the way that you smile
the way that you smell
the look in your eyes when you're looking at me
i can tell
there's no need to speek
i can see your waters running deeper than the naked eye sees
your undertow's got a hold on me
(BlurryDog - bfltony2k1@aol.com)
pause for the cause
we need to pause for the cause...
pause because too many of us are dying before our gifts have been discovered.
murdered by one another who's gone undercover claiming and professing to be God's lynchman-
Assigned unknowingly by Willie Lynch man!
Oh say can you see the blood pouring in the streets of the concrete jungle that we roam like caged beast devouring or final feast like Monistat cures yeast-almost instantly!
How far have we fallen from heaven's gate?
Some believe that it's much too late to make a change so they rearrange their day to day flow just so they can soar high on false airlines in the form of a joint and pipe or sharp needle they spike to escape the reality of their doomed fatality so they take a pause for the cause to let the misery pass.
Some believe we all need a swift kick in the ass to get our engines roaring inorder to keep our blood from pouring in the piss ridden gutterways which reflect the the boomerang of our yesterdays when we allowed other people to strip us of our shades of strength, honor and dignity.
Hell, I'm tired of feeling pity!
This whole phenomenom is down right shitty and shedding a tear or two wont change a damn thing if all we do is sing songs of yesteryear when we openly expressed our fears.
Far too many of us are dying and hardly anyone is trying to STOP THE VIOLENCE!
It's such a shame that you cant feel safe in the place that you call home because death constantly roams in the flesh of the man right next door to you who's jealous of the things you do eventhough he knows that he can too, but he's too lazy so he'd rather rob and murder you-sometimes just for kicks!
We need a community of WARRIORS who arent afraid to defend with sticks-one blow to the head of a ruthless lynchman for all the world to see!
Set an example of strength to them much greater than the white man showed you and me!
Make him apologize and atone for his reign of terror and pain
Make him NEVER forget that God is the only one who truly reigns!!
So take a pause for the cause...
Take your life and put it in it's proper perspective because making a change should be our only objective!!
shanti bacari
...just another crazy woman
damn .....
what have you done
to me i cant
even see no more
i don't wanna be no more
i've turned into a fking whore
cuz all i really wanna do is
...make love
with only you
and nothing else... NO one else
will do...
please let me go of you..
please... let me grow ...from you.
and i'm begging you like it's something
that ...i. can't. do. but i can't..
so just let me rant on and on about
how i'd rather be old and alone
with thots of you as my
only home
and i'd rather dwell in my empty shell
of what's become my
known as my
hell... my home...
'cuz my soul i left with you when you left from me.
and now all i see is
traces. remnants of beautiful brown and...
blue...
you...
were my best friend...
now i'm backwards walking around
don't know when i've found a friend
or a fuck
'cuz i'm sucking energy away from me
and them and killing my inner me
realizing that none of this
no thing
no no one lasts or lives forever.
don't ever say you never... loved me.
please...
and yes i'm freakin' crazy
daydreamin' fiendin' for when
you needed...only... me
...and it was just ...we.
and you left me hanging
looking for trees
wanting to feel your breeze upon
my neck again.
damn. the sex. ...again..
was the best.
what happens
when your friend turns into
your lover can't be your friend again.
and there's nothing left to hold
on to
just memories of...
memories of...
me ..and... you.
and how good it was and coulda been. damn.
...you were my friend.
and now i'm stuck on the word
like a song that never ends..
redefining friendship. and what it is.
what it means to be with he.
who loves me.
for so much more than gettin freaky...
damn. you got me fkin' writin poetry...
my thots are greedy
my heart is bleedin'
and i'm needin' a fix to my pain...
carving up my skin from within
manifests into tattoos cuz these thots...
of you won't let me go...
...let me grow...
and i don't know how else ...to let it go...
these thots of you...
and so now i've just become
one of those crazy women
who can't let go...
stunting her own growth...
and needin' to love herself
the most.
becoming my own best friend.
again...
shanti bacari
sbacari@hotmail.com
PROSELYTIZING ,
Taalam Acey
When Benjamin Franklin said,
"Never tell all you know,
nor judge all you see."
Believe me Ahk that applied to me.
But from the privacy of your world,
you're bombarding me with emails
talking about, if I don't use my blessings
to write what you would write
if you were me then i'm going to hell.
Well, which one of us is already ready
to meet their maker at this very moment.
Your faith seem weak when placed beside
the truly enlightened now don't it.
You should choose your opponents more wisely,
namely somebody beside me.
You don't understand the spirits that guide me.
When did you become God enough to judge what's inside me?
How could I allow a self-righteous coward
to pretend to have the type of power
that thou would in my presence.
You don't even understand the universes lessons.
Scared to return to the essence.
Rather than pass judgment you should be asking questions.
You need to learn to be humble before you stumble upon a world
which you'll wish you didn't know exists.
So stay out of my affairs and maintain your ignorant bliss.
And all this cause the poet performed and erotic poem
and he felt like his girl might ignore'em,
when the poet was just trying to show'em
how to keep his on love from getting boring.
And in his anger he prophesizes that the poet's life is in danger,
which is dumb cause where does the would be proselytizer
think that messenger gets his messages from.
Like Confucius "No investigation, no right to speak."
So if you wanna be a clown and pretend that you can condemn
my soul to damnation then don't write to me.
Claiming to live righteously and honest, pontificating in your pajamas.
See me in the venue and ain't got shit to say
until you're safely in the bedroom across the hall from your mama's.
And the saddest thing about your con is,
you have no idea what the time is.
Can't see what type of spirit Taalam is,
can't understand the ancestors that surround this.
See life is mathematic and your soul is off balance,
you're bout as righteous as the Israelites
when Moses is in the mountains.
You think my days are numbered, start counting.
But if you're thinkin' you're spiritual stop it
cause your only concept of God comes from a man
who's got his hands deep in your pockets.
Why you think they call him a profit?
Whenever you got money he gonna need you to come off it.
Parasite, take your money, tell you lies, covet your wife.
Now you want to use his advice to tell me how to live my life.
When i already know it's possible to be myself and still live in God.
Tryin' to convince me of otherwise is ludicrous.
Besides the man who says it cannot be done,
should at least be smart enough,
to keep the hell out of the way of the man,
who's already doing it.
Taalam Acey
