Thursday, January 28, 2010
RANDOM THOUGHT ON A THURSDAY AWESOME DESK)
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
PICS AND POEMS ( CLAIMING IT BY POETIK ELISE)
CLAIMING IT (Copywritten2009)....
IF OUR LIVES ARE ALREADY WRITTEN
THEN OUR MAKER IS NOT SURPRISED BY OUR DECISION,
YOU CANT TAKE AWAY MY PERSONAL EXPERIENCE,
HOW I HANDLED IT AND WHAT KEEPS ME DRIVEN,
IM CLAIMING IT TIL MY TIME STOPS...
HOW CAN YOU PUT GOD IN A BOX...
TELLING ME WHATS POSSIBLE AND WHATS NOT....
THERES POWER IN WORDS AND MINES WILL TAKE ME TO THE TOP!
NEVER SHOULD THEY BE DELETED...
GREET YOU WITH A WARM HEART,
NEVER INTEND TO BE COLD,
AT THIS POINT IM ON ROLL....
SEE AT BEGINNING THERE WAS THE WORD, ....
SO HERES A PICTURE ON PAPER OF MY VERY SOUL ....
THERES ONLY ONE KING, THE REST ARE IMPOSTERS,
REAL TALK IS NOT YA, SO I CAN'T ROCK WITH YA.
ID RATHER LISTEN TO A TRUE RASTAH,
WHO TOLD ME THAT POETRY BREEDS
THE DEEPEST THOUGHTS THAT NEED TO BE FREE, ....
WHO LET ME SEE ME AS I WRITE AND PROCEED TO READ....
I SPEAK TO THE WORLD
SORRY TO BREAK THE NEWZ TO YOU
IM NOT THAT NONE THREATENING BLACK GIRL ....
AGE 10 GOT A GLIMPSE OF A CRUEL COLD WORLD....
SKIN SO TOUGH... I HAD ENOUGH, THE MOCKERY AND ALL THE OTHER STUFF ....
LOST SIGHT OF NOW CAUSE I STAY LOOKING SO FAR INTO THE FUTURE....
FOR THE AFTERMATH I DONT NEED A TUTOR
CAUSE I AM THE INTRODUCER OF SEEING WHAT THE EYES CANT SEE,
THE CONCEPT OF YOUR MIND UNLOCKED TO BE FREE....
AND ONCE I LIVE MY FULL DESTINY AND EXPERIENCE ALL I NEED...
THE WAR I WILL DECLARE TO HAVE WON
THEN GODS WORK FOR ME, HERE ON EARTH, IS OFFICIALLY DONE...
SO UNTIL THAT DAY IM CLAIMING IT...ALL OF WHAT IS BEAUTIFUL
AND KEEPS ME RICH...MY LIFE IS JUST THAT OF A GIFT...
ITS MINES TO THE FULLEST AND IM CLAIMING IT!
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Tuesday, January 26, 2010
FLOWTOWN TUESDAY...FOOD FOR THE SOUL!
LAURYN HILL NEVER HALF STEP WHEN THE MIC IS IN HER HAND....PLEASE COME BACK TO THIS GAME, WE MISS YOU AND IT NEEDS YOUR PRESENCE!
NOW THIS OTHER WOMAN IS JESSICA CAREMOORE WHOM I HAVE HAD THE PLEASURE TO MEET...TALK ABOUT STRONG ENERGY...AND SHE IS AMAZING WITH HER WORD PLAY...SHE HAS WON 5 TIMES ON APOLLO AND HAVE A HOST OF BOOKS AND CDS...DOPE SISTA!
Monday, January 25, 2010
MUSIC MONDAY!!! SANG MELANIE!
HERES A DEDICATION SONG FOR HAITI...MELANIE FIONA IS ONE OF THE GREATEST...HER VOICE IS AMAZING!
MUSIC MONDAY!!! THESE THREE CAN SANG!
WHERE HAVE THESE LADIES BEEN HIDING...WE NEED THEM...NO AUTO TUNE AND SOUND LIKE ANGELS!!!!
Friday, January 22, 2010
FASHION FRIDAY ...ALL BLACK EVERYTHING!
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
PICTURES AND POETRY (POETRY IS)
POETRY IS (Copywritten2006)
POETRY IS SMOOTH/ JAZZY/
MIXED WITH RAW HONESTY/ITS RAGE/
ITS VENTING/ ITS FORMULATED STRAIGHT FROM THE
HEART...
ITS TRUTH/ ITS FILLED WITH YOUTH BECAUSE OF ITS
VUNERABLE STAGE....
ITS EXPRESSION BREAKING YOU FROM OPPRESSION
READING BETWEEN ITS LINES TO FIND THE LESSON,
TO UNDERSTAND ITS MESSAGE ITS NOT ALWAYS SOFT ON
THE EAR, SOMETIMES ITS SPARES NOBODIES FEELINGS,
ITS LOVING AND HEALINGS POETRY IS FREE...
POETRY IS TRANQUILITY WITH THE CAPABILITIES
TO HUG ITS THE MOTHER OF SONGS AND
FATHER TO RAP/ ITS LIFE THATS NOT BOTTLED UP WITH A CAP/
ITS THOUGHTS THAT DESERVE TO BE RELEASED....
THE MOST HIGH SPOKE THROUGH SPACE AND TIME
AND HERE WE EXIST THROUGH POETRY/
WE LIVE PASSIONATELY/ WE THINK INFINITELY
WE KEEP GODS POEMS GOING AND GOING WITH REAL LIFE....
EVERYONE THINKS THEY ARE A POET AND THIS THEY ARE RIGHT....
ITS ART THAT TRANSENDS/
GOING THROUGH CONSTANT TRANSITION....
TRYING TIMES AND JOYOUS MOMENTS....
POETRY IS TRULY FREE AND WILL FOREVER BE KEPT
ALIVE THROUGH ITS GIVEN LINES/
GIVING MOVEMENT TO ALL EXISTENCE!....
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
HOT NEW AUTHOR WWW.LAQUARNMICHAELS.COM
Friday, January 15, 2010
FASHION FRIDAY TRAVELING
FASHION FRIDAY FOR WOMAN
OKAY LADIES...HEAR ME OUT...THESE SHOES ARE CRAZY, WHACKY AND SOOOO CREATIVE...THE ONLY PLACE I WOULD SEE THIS CREATION IS ON THE RUNWAY BUT NOT EVEN THE MODELS WANT TO WEAR THEM. NY MAGAZINE REPORTS THAT THE MODELS REFUSED TO WALK IN ALEXANDER MCQUEENS SPRING 2010 SHOW BECAUSE THE SHOE TERRIFIED THEM.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
RANDOM THOUGHTS ON THURSDAY...THE POLAROID
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
PICTURES AND POETRY (BROKEN GLASS AND CRYSTAL PIECES
BROKEN GLASS... CRYSTAL PIECES
PICTURES AND POETRY (STRESSED FOR DESERT)
BY KAMILLA POETIK ELISE (copywritten 2009)
WE ALL HAVE A VICE
MINES IS SWEET AND NICE
GUILTY PLEASURES THAT HAVE TO BE MEASURED OR
MY CALORIE INTAKE MAY GO OUT OF WHACK
MY THOUGHTS ARE ON TREATS...SOMETIMES IM ON EDGE WHEN "IT" I LACK
STRAWBERRY DELIGHTS... WHILE I INDULGE IN THE RICH CHOCOLATE LIFE
EXTRAORIDINARY ICE CREAM FLAVORS SUFFICE
DELICIOUS PIES THICKEN MY THIGHS
DRIVING MY TASTE BUDS WILD, KEEPING ME HIGH...
SITTING ON CLOUD NINE WITH VANILLA CUSTARD WILL DO JUST FINE
ONLY GOD KNOWS WHY I DEDICATE SUCH TIME
BECAUSE I REFUSE TO DECLINE THIS PARADISE ...LOVE IT SO MUCH TIL IT HURTS...
I CANT THINK OF WHATS WORSE BUT I KEEP TURNING MY STRESSED THOUGHTS INTO DESERTS
AND IT WORKS!
Monday, January 11, 2010
SADE "SOLDIER OF LOVE" NEW VIDEO
Friday, January 8, 2010
FASHION FRIDAY TRAVELING...THE BUGATTI 16C GALIBER!
FASHION FRIDAY FOR MEN!
FASHION FRIDAY FOR WOMAN!
HUMANOID ROBOT!
Thursday, January 7, 2010
RANDOM THOUGHTS ON THURSDAY...LEGGOS
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
PICTURES AND POETRY (HATS)
He use it to block away the day of solicit
He wears it to get his money right
He wears it for the thug style fitted caps sometimes fit to tight...
He looks good in it Mr. suave go ahead and wear that hat... its all right... Take it off to greet me/ so he must consider me a lady... Its funny how its amaze me on how gracefully you throw it on... The people weep for Jesus/ for them/ he wore a crown of thorns...I met a man from Africa who knew how to grow corn...he worked hard from dusk til dawn...no brim to cover his eyes...no brim to cover true identity...need to talk of the extremity if I can't see your face because of your strong taste for hats...covering up your god given energy...its deep like density...when did you need a kufi to speak brotherly... There's another hat you refuse to wear and sometimes it makes me scared to intertwine...durags on top of his head while he's doing time... she wears her hats well too...under her hat she sneakily check mens shoes...her style is show me the money for proof cause truth is she needs her hair done and she thinks its no fun to walk around with you if your broke... The many hats I seen from coast to coast...trucker cap for the down south cats...excuse me shorty...I look under my hat...oh sorry/pardon me maam...as he walks away in his tam thinking he's something like a pimp...but can't go to far in his hometown, afraid he may get lynched...
and I pinch myself when I see celebs cover their whole entire face...in a familiar place...wrong person step to them afraid they may catch a case...and to those who gone I say may they rest on from not wearing that hat in that bikers race... She leaves the club with a hat made of lace...as she pace with a cigarette waiting for her ride...she didn't realize what lies and who hides under the drivers hat... Matter of fact it was a set up and well planned attack, to take from a rich girl anything that they lacked I often observe the many hats the many hats that stay attached. Cant see my pastor talk as she takes her seat in front of me Christian and high siddity... don't know about the chaos going on in her community, dont care nothing for the inner city kids cause last year she got robbed and they smashed a couple of ribs... nasty attitude pass the basket, I ain't got no money to give
He dont want to wear his barrah today, as he pray that he don't get called to go to war
then you got the damn Ku Klux Klan white cone easily can confuse them with the pope but I keep the faith I keep hope alive as I see the many faces that hide under the hats the many hats that stay attached..My man laughs at my shower cap I get dress to go to the laundry mat to witness Mexicans wear cowboy hats split second turn my back, a man with a skully cap pulls out a Mach everywhere I go seems like a trap I tell you the many hats the many hats that stay attached if your black chances are your life is a wrap while evil eyes does his normal pat under his police hat walk good said the dread under his green/gold and black proud of my Cuban nationality facts Panama roots stars red and blue light skin crew or blue black with tight curls but they crown me nigga naps in a soul survivors world searching for truth Fast food visit cant even see who serving you spit in your food for being rude do you think I deserve your germs cause of my attitude but shes not really in the mood didn't get to graduate High school, wasnt allowed to throw up her cap close to being a drop out have some kids and relax on the tax payers tax! Man I can tell you the many mishaps I catch under the many hats the many hats that stay attached inherited grandmas piercing eyes so I peep the disguise and just hope we all grow wise, to know theres no need to wear a mask and that is a true fact but we are only human with one day at a time trying to detach from the many hats the many hats that stay attached.
PICTURES AND POETRY (THE HUSTLE)
THE HUSTLE (Copywritten 2006)
Life is a hustle with half it endeavors counterfeit...up against its odds...sometimes doubting it...how to beat something that's seems to fit...keep reaching like it aint no ones business...I depend on this very last lyric to help me eat....
Prolific/terrific/sista... I am gifted...if you can't see my point... you mustve got lifted drifted and missed it...I can take you further than any calgon...hotter than rayon...the brightest crayon in the box...but I stop to listen to the next man...telling me he's trying to do the best he can and I shake my head like I understand saying "yeah I know...reality is I am still trying to understand the struggle of a black man and why he won't grow...cause he tap dance in the hood...looking like he's up to no good... And I back him up a hundred percent, especially when he gets bent...to me he's heaven sent if he grows a backbone...hold down his household...and keeps his word at paying off a loan...I need to live right...I continue to tell the devil I don't need his slice...can't act like I don't want the good life...can't front like I don't know the hard life...some give me advice on how to chase after, my slave master face on a green piece of paper, its like human nature how we cater like waiters to get payment later, I guess that's fair...I worked my fare share, quit a couple of jobs here and there, scooping ice cream, listening to babies scream, fed ex, being on a fake ass team, target can't pay...so I can't stay...To many days of clothes washing, watching people Kmart shopping...selling perfume sets... That piece of paper that I constantly ....
fret will have me working the rest of my life to pay off school debt...camouflage your dreams with a monkey suit it seems dead end job and no hope/ life sucked out of you wash away your image with destitute like a monkey see/ monkey do....
but that same monkey get in trouble too
dont be sad I was guilty of it too, its all apart of the hustle....
so what's an afro American to do but pray for the right tools and put it to use and hope to get juice for facing a little truth.I guess this is to be continued but ....
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