Thursday, July 20, 2006

It's Like a Narcotic...



I find myself in a moment of reminesence,
on how the drug has affected my whole existence,
an act that didn't recieve any opposition
it set my soul on fire and made me stop, look, and lissen.

Only thing i could do was close my eyes,
and feel how the affect caused a rise,
in my blood pressure,
triggering a head nodding gesture,
a symptom associated with overindulgence,
it was a substance for which i had no defense.

The melodic bass drops increased my minds elevation,
the tap of the treble disrupted my brain cell population,
nausea came from the flow of the lyrics,
the Trinity combined to capture my spirit,
to the point where i can't live unless i here it.

I gotta get it,
Now i got it,
Music... is like a narcotic.

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

Verse ONe aka Green Lantern..

Shining the Light into the Darkness.

Your Power Color Is Lime Green
At Your Highest:
You are adventurous, witty, and a visionary.
At Your Lowest:
You feel misunderstood, like you don't fit in.
In Love:
You have a tough exterior, but can be very dedicated.
How You're Attractive:
Your self-awareness and confidence lights up a room.
Your Eternal Question:
"What else do I need in my life?"

Monday, July 17, 2006

Quick Question...

Out of curiousity, a lot of the folks who's blogs i visit do poetry or short stories. And with the amount of talent that ya'll write with, do any of you worry about creative theft? I would hate for your or my stuff to be jacked by some sucka to claim it as their own.

I do, do the the poor mans copyright, but from what i read it doesn't always hold up in court.

Let me know if ya'll doing anything, or if you worry about.



Peace.

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

Pieces of my Peace

Mean's to an End

I am the means,
I don't need to see the ends.
My purpose is to build and destroy
some of these institutions.
So when my thoughts
bring forth revolution,
and inspires some solution
to the population pollution;
while contributing to the eradication
of a system of education
that does little for edification
and nothing for the black nation.


Fin.

The end is "n-here."

I have packed by bags,
and said my goodbye's.

I am not leaving alone,
but I will be going alone.

The cries of my absence will not be heard,
they will not be felt,
they will not be remembered.

Peace