Sunday, June 28, 2009
My screen saver was scrolling through my photos one day,
And as I looked up it came across my favorite picture of you
Your hair isn’t done
Your make up is half on
You’re dressed down
You aren’t even smiling
The photographer didn’t use flash, so it’s a little dim
And his hands are shaky, so it’s a tad blurry
It’s at a bad angle, and you have red eye
But I am in it too...
That's why my favorite picture of you is one of us.
Because that’s how I think about you
That’s how I still feel about you
May favorite picture of you…is we.
Because that’s they only place we exist.
Friday, June 26, 2009
This isn’t a love poem, it’s an
Why write about something intangible
No, I scribe scripts of surety, of purity
Dreams are deferrable
But reality is occurable
Occurred and Occurring-Reassuring
“What is” is great!
“That what may be” is not will
When you touch me
My hair levitates, goosebumps knot
And nerve endings fire like Black Cats
When you call my name
My ears while ringing, are soothed,
Perspire, yet inspired
It’s like you and my heart conspire
And when you smile at me….Girl when you smile at me!
Please smile at me?
I want to feel what I can’t explain
But this isn’t a poem about love
It’s a poem about US.
Our successes, our failures
Our history, our present
Our fights, our discoveries
Our kisses, our hugs
I am not in love with you…
But I am absolutely, head over heels, crazy about US!
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Sometimes it crescendos
Running through the scales
DYNAMICALLY MEZZO FORTE
Wish it was legato
Hate the rest, but need the breaths
Keeps me high as sopranos and deep as bass
Maybe acapella but always accompanied
The physical manifestation of elation
The ballet that tap dances my heart rate
My mind waltzes while my feet tango
Tangled in the inescapable mambo of miracle
It breakdances my fears
Giving me the swagger to surf
Always feeling dougie fresh
Like the first time, never rusty, always cranked
Some it shimmys, some it trains, but my love hops
Soaring towards my star, you
Sing, Dance, Love
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Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Yo its Eklipse, PhreakyPhipps, TRP, The Lone Star Star…I’m refered by a lot, but I am highly referenced. Born in the late 80s, raised in the 90s, and matured and in the early 2K and now I’m becoming more seasoned; call me Tony’s. Straight Out of Dallas, TX, Dolla$, TX, Big D, Triple D, The Dirty Dirty D, The D, Dino aka Boogie City. Check me on youtube showing my skills youtube.com/retali8ion, but my channel is http://www.youtube.com/phreakyphipps.
“I’m always Right, an Acute case of being Obtuse”
This is my culture blog. My Hip Hop blog. My life blog. Me. I will be writing about what moves me not just what makes motions. I love Hip Hop, but I LOVE MUSIC and am truly a mosaic of a man.
“I’m Back but I Gotta Leave”
Stay Tuned, Tune In, and never Tune Out. The Revolution will not be broadcasted but you will be able to download the podcast. I’m Internet Swag Surfin.
We all have the same differences. We are all an interpretation of the myriad of experiences that life leads us through. We are all children, siblings, cousins, nieces, nephews, aunts, uncles, grandparents or parents of someone. And at least we are all are someones friends and most first and last we are Humans; rank nationality anywhere between.
No I am not an anarchist or against America. I am not a traitor. I am a human and that classification above all else means more than any man made intangible label designed to make sense of this incomprehensible world, corrupted by high level animals.
But I am an American, and to be a true America is to realize that our differences are the same. WE are a nation of people believing in the grace of liberty, the power of justice and the spirit of freedom. Besides the Native Americas, we are a country of immigrants, founded, designed, built, carried and loved by the hope in their hearts, the ingenuity in their minds and diversity of their cultures.
We are NOT a Melting Pot.
We are A Stew Pot.
We are NOT a land of opportunity.
We are A land of possibility.
Everything we are not, makes us everything we are. We Are...
Sunday, June 14, 2009
I’m sooooo hungry
But I don’t wan to get up
The fridge is too far
And there is nothing to microwave
Plus Family Guy is on – I LOVE STEWIE!
But I’m soooo damn hungry
I’m sooooo thirsty
But I don’t want to get up
The fridge is too far
And we only have tap water
Plus it’s the episode when Stewie beats up Brian
But I’m sooooo damn thirsty
I’m soooo tired
But I don’t want to go to sleep
The bed is too far
And I might miss something
Here it comes “Where’s My Money Man?”
But I’m soooo damn tired
I’m soooo hungry and the fridge is full
I’m soooo thirsty and the ice is cold
I’m soooo sleepy and I’m laying on the couch
But I’m soooo lazy…
Inspired by Bob Marley - "In an abundance, the fool is thirsty"
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Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Dreaming, seemingly even bringing rocks to life
The clouds have eclipsed the sun, fogs everywhere
Inviting me, enticing me, to return to the air
But it’ll be stayed, because today is my day
Family united, with frowns upon their face
Even though I’m in the shade
I’m still here don’t be afraid
It’s my last parade
The tear stained trail behind, the sunlit path ahead
Hopes on the horizon, faith guides my feet
Life is what leads
No matter the confetti of cries,
No balloons of sadness will eclipse the skies
The memories will entertain us
The memories will sustain us
The memories will not constrain us
The memories contain the
Laughter, smiles, keys to keep on keeping on
Keep your head high, don’t weep on see the sun
My paths already paved, the route of my last parade
The procession proceeds
A collection of leaves
Though tattered, though scattered, they matter
Even without a connection to trees
On my erection it reads...both my birth dates
Last one’s bigger, reason why we here in the first place
Worst case scenario-No heaven, No worries
There is still life after, I’m not buried
Not in the photos, assets or accomplishments
In the hearts, heads and accomplishments
Of those I helped, facilitated or inspired
The wingless phoenix, comes back in the fire
Of those who eyes I stirred up ire
The casket can no longer be stayed
For I have already been prayed
I have been lifted, now lowered, yet I’m unafraid
of the end of my last parade…
Inspired by Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day