Why won't you kiss me back?
The freon that courses you veins has caused your lips to feel like...nothing...
My cries, no matter the intensity, sincerity, or vulgarity, illicit that same damning response....a smile...
The smile that once filled me with a joyous fervor,
Now is a red-eyed gleaming terror
Why won't you say you miss me back?
I miss you, and I throw my emotions missiles, with the muscles of a million men,
But they always miss you...
Your presence should denote your receptive
But whether it was dropped, evaded or intercepted
I can't hit my target, if its guarding...its self...
How is your smile a sword and a shield?
I can't take anymore!
I drop to the floor and and kneel
Lying on the floor of shards of broken glass from the picture frame
Tears streaming down upon that glossy picture of you
The only bit of you that remains....
Why won't you kiss me back?
Jack of All Trades...Master of None
TRPastiche
@TRPhipps
TRPoetry
Married.to.SallieMae
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Thursday, January 20, 2011
I am the Master P of My Fate (Married.to.SallieMae)
You either slanging crack rock or you've got a wicked jumpshot - Notorious B.I.G
When I was coming up all my heroes where drug dealers, ball players or rappers.
MASTER P WAS SUPERMAN TO US
OH YOU DIDNT KNOW
I never knew any Professionals besides my teachers, and they were all white. The only images I had of Black men were on the court, on the mic, or on the corner.
I have been torn most of my life between the streets and school. The only thing that kept me heavy out of the streets was My T Lady's Belt/Switch/Extension Cord/Right Hook/Stone Cold Stunner!
You neeeeveeeer asked my mama "WHAT?"
School was my sidehustle. I always had a hustle going, while hooping and trying to get better @ rapping. Then after my torn ACL, my hoop dreams were crushed.
I attended Mesquite High School and from 2002 - 2005 EVERYONE WAS A RAPPER. Ike Iwu had his own record label SWAT TEAM Records, and our biggest claim to fame was @keketx with her song Debit Card. Fresh off the slam song "Punchlines" I was all ready to go in with music, but School was supposed to be the SURE way.
That was 6 years ago, and the only thing I am currently sure of is that school was a waste of time. I never dreamed to be a lawyer, doctor etc., and unless you accomplish you dreams, all you have is regret.... and 75K in student loans.
WACKA FLOCKA FLAME, who thinks gunshots are lyrics, will probably be way happier in life cuz he achieved his dream....running a whore house full of semi automated weaponry? POW POW POW POW
I am under more debt than my mom has probably earned in 4 years of her life, but she raised three kids, all high school graduates and college educated. So FUCK my wife, I am through living my life for her. And since I am not getting an anullment/divorce anytime to soon, I got to kill that bitch. Its time to get outta my dreams, and get my dreams out.
I will be a PUBLISHED POET.
I will be a ESTABLISHED songwriter.
I will be a TOURING comedian.
I will be the FIRST BLACK AMERICAN PRESIDENT (ANOTHER BLOG FOR ANOTHER DAY)
Master P had a Record Label, Rap Career, Movies, TV show, Sports Management Agency, Clothing Line and much more. At one point he was the richer than Russel Simmons and Sean Combs. He has even paved the way for his son Romeo to have a "successful" "rap" career and blackmail his way on to the USC Trojans basketball squad 0_O
I'm done living my life for my bills, its time to live it for me. Master TRP....I am the Master of my fate, I am the Captain of my soul...
@trphipps
When I was coming up all my heroes where drug dealers, ball players or rappers.
MASTER P WAS SUPERMAN TO US
OH YOU DIDNT KNOW
I never knew any Professionals besides my teachers, and they were all white. The only images I had of Black men were on the court, on the mic, or on the corner.
I have been torn most of my life between the streets and school. The only thing that kept me heavy out of the streets was My T Lady's Belt/Switch/Extension Cord/Right Hook/Stone Cold Stunner!
You neeeeveeeer asked my mama "WHAT?"
School was my sidehustle. I always had a hustle going, while hooping and trying to get better @ rapping. Then after my torn ACL, my hoop dreams were crushed.
I attended Mesquite High School and from 2002 - 2005 EVERYONE WAS A RAPPER. Ike Iwu had his own record label SWAT TEAM Records, and our biggest claim to fame was @keketx with her song Debit Card. Fresh off the slam song "Punchlines" I was all ready to go in with music, but School was supposed to be the SURE way.
That was 6 years ago, and the only thing I am currently sure of is that school was a waste of time. I never dreamed to be a lawyer, doctor etc., and unless you accomplish you dreams, all you have is regret.... and 75K in student loans.
WACKA FLOCKA FLAME, who thinks gunshots are lyrics, will probably be way happier in life cuz he achieved his dream....running a whore house full of semi automated weaponry? POW POW POW POW
I am under more debt than my mom has probably earned in 4 years of her life, but she raised three kids, all high school graduates and college educated. So FUCK my wife, I am through living my life for her. And since I am not getting an anullment/divorce anytime to soon, I got to kill that bitch. Its time to get outta my dreams, and get my dreams out.
I will be a PUBLISHED POET.
I will be a ESTABLISHED songwriter.
I will be a TOURING comedian.
I will be the FIRST BLACK AMERICAN PRESIDENT (ANOTHER BLOG FOR ANOTHER DAY)
Master P had a Record Label, Rap Career, Movies, TV show, Sports Management Agency, Clothing Line and much more. At one point he was the richer than Russel Simmons and Sean Combs. He has even paved the way for his son Romeo to have a "successful" "rap" career and blackmail his way on to the USC Trojans basketball squad 0_O
I'm done living my life for my bills, its time to live it for me. Master TRP....I am the Master of my fate, I am the Captain of my soul...
@trphipps
from: http://marriedtosalliemae.wordpress.com
The Last Last (JOATMON)
As we laid there, with our thoughts enveloping the moment
We said nothing.
Our silence, our blank stares, our pinky-lock said it all
This is not the first time
But it would be the last…last time
I grabbed her slender frame and lunged
We said nothing.
Our silence, our blank stares, our pinky-lock said it all
This is not the first time
But it would be the last…last time
I grabbed her slender frame and lunged
Pulling her towards me, pushing me into her
Trying to penetrate those two deep mocha guardians of hers and seize what’s mine!
What she has been holding back for far too long
Her uncanny resilience could rival Wolverine
Not only was my offense met with opposition, but so was her volition
He had her. He has her. But I have her!
An ionic bond of wholes, a covalent bond of souls
So this last last time, this subatomic reaction has to go nuclear...
Nuking our nucleus, sending shock-waves through our neurons,
Shifting us from neutral to overdrive
He has her, but she is mine.
Each kiss was the fruition of the fantasy of us
Inhaling her every exhale, in effort to take back every stolen breath
Engulfed in our cocoon, my hands traversed her every crevice
Eyes seemed to sprout on the tips of my fingers
With each touch I saw what she couldn’t say
Our lips' link synced our unconscious
And as my teeth grazed back on her bottom lip that final time
I bit the edge to hold on to her, to us, for a millisecond longer
So anytime you need me, circle back to that night
Spiral through our indulgence, then pivot on that moment
Right before the crowns of my front teeth slipped off the rim of your supple lips
Because I am still right there waiting to have you again
...the last last...lasts
Jack of All Trades...Master of None
TRPastiche
@TRPhipps
TRPoetry
What she has been holding back for far too long
Her uncanny resilience could rival Wolverine
Not only was my offense met with opposition, but so was her volition
He had her. He has her. But I have her!
An ionic bond of wholes, a covalent bond of souls
So this last last time, this subatomic reaction has to go nuclear...
Nuking our nucleus, sending shock-waves through our neurons,
Shifting us from neutral to overdrive
He has her, but she is mine.
Each kiss was the fruition of the fantasy of us
Inhaling her every exhale, in effort to take back every stolen breath
Engulfed in our cocoon, my hands traversed her every crevice
Eyes seemed to sprout on the tips of my fingers
With each touch I saw what she couldn’t say
Our lips' link synced our unconscious
And as my teeth grazed back on her bottom lip that final time
I bit the edge to hold on to her, to us, for a millisecond longer
So anytime you need me, circle back to that night
Spiral through our indulgence, then pivot on that moment
Right before the crowns of my front teeth slipped off the rim of your supple lips
Because I am still right there waiting to have you again
...the last last...lasts
Jack of All Trades...Master of None
TRPastiche
@TRPhipps
TRPoetry
Monday, January 17, 2011
Diary of A Broke Black Graduate (Married.to.SallieMae)
Where is my Tyler Perry? Where is my Madea? My Alonzo? #nohomo
It's the longest running unfunny joke sinceDane Cook ...a college degree.
It's a Ponzi Scheme, that's legal...like the government.
I worked hard to graduate #14 from Mesquite High School (2001 Division 1 5A State Champs!!!) and was told that I could go anywhere. Colleges flooded my inbox, elbowed out my teenage rap dreams(yea yea...)with hope...
Hope of getting out of my Ma Dukes house, BUYING her a house, and getting out of poverty. Baylor University was at the end of my scholastic rainbow, but little did I know that the Pot of Gold had a hard bottom, and was BORROWED!
SALLIE MAE WAS THE LEPRECHAUN, MORE LIKE THE LEPRECHAUN FROM THE HOOD
Now I'm working for a bank...they same MOFOS THAT I OWE! THE SAME MOFOS THAT CAUSED THE RECESSION, WHICH CAUSED JOBS TO BE SCARCE...AINT THAT A BITCH!?
Overeduated, Underpaid...Ive been broke all my life. My mama had the MCI bill in my name. I had bad credit, before I could spell credit.
Where are the movies for those in my situation? Where are our 6'4 cross dressing warriors ready to fight for our happiness (GAINFUL EMPLOYMENT!!)
Where are our heroes beside behind the counter @ Starbucks?
The Bald headed Man from Law and Order is Sallie Mae, the schools are just the Light Skin sidepiece, getting fat and fancy off our money!
So currently I am unhappily married to Sallie Mae, but I'm do not want a divorce...I want to be a Widower...
It's the longest running unfunny joke since
It's a Ponzi Scheme, that's legal...like the government.
I worked hard to graduate #14 from Mesquite High School (2001 Division 1 5A State Champs!!!) and was told that I could go anywhere. Colleges flooded my inbox, elbowed out my teenage rap dreams(yea yea...)with hope...
Hope of getting out of my Ma Dukes house, BUYING her a house, and getting out of poverty. Baylor University was at the end of my scholastic rainbow, but little did I know that the Pot of Gold had a hard bottom, and was BORROWED!
SALLIE MAE WAS THE LEPRECHAUN, MORE LIKE THE LEPRECHAUN FROM THE HOOD
Just pay me back 6 months after get your Good Job
I avoided #MyWife like the plague, but after tuition was RAISED 7 PERCENT and my scholarship was RAISED 0 PERCENT, I was engaged, and endangered!
I WAS BALLING WITH THAT REFUND CHECK! I was even eating the real ramen noodles...Maruchen not that Top Ramen crap.
I avoided #MyWife like the plague, but after tuition was RAISED 7 PERCENT and my scholarship was RAISED 0 PERCENT, I was engaged, and endangered!
I WAS BALLING WITH THAT REFUND CHECK! I was even eating the real ramen noodles...Maruchen not that Top Ramen crap.
Pass the hot dogs and hot sauce!
After 4 years...and 3 months of living the life of luxury, 14 year old cars (89 HONDA) bumming and cramming, I graduated!
After 4 years...and 3 months of living the life of luxury, 14 year old cars (89 HONDA) bumming and cramming, I graduated!
I caught the HOLY SHIT IM IN DEBT GHOST!
I hit the job market by storm...in the midst of a ECONOMIC CLUSTERFUCK deemed the recession! It was looking worse than Kat Stacks the morning after with a hangover...ewwww
Everyone wants a candidate with job experience...did they not read on my application that I just graduated?
...they definitely didn't read that Ryan Phipps was a Black Man's name..."So YOU're Ryan Phipps?
I hit the job market by storm...in the midst of a ECONOMIC CLUSTERFUCK deemed the recession! It was looking worse than Kat Stacks the morning after with a hangover...ewwww
Everyone wants a candidate with job experience...did they not read on my application that I just graduated?
...they definitely didn't read that Ryan Phipps was a Black Man's name..."So YOU're Ryan Phipps?
Now I'm working for a bank...they same MOFOS THAT I OWE! THE SAME MOFOS THAT CAUSED THE RECESSION, WHICH CAUSED JOBS TO BE SCARCE...AINT THAT A BITCH!?
Overeduated, Underpaid...Ive been broke all my life. My mama had the MCI bill in my name. I had bad credit, before I could spell credit.
Where are the movies for those in my situation? Where are our 6'4 cross dressing warriors ready to fight for our happiness (GAINFUL EMPLOYMENT!!)
Where are our heroes beside behind the counter @ Starbucks?
The Bald headed Man from Law and Order is Sallie Mae, the schools are just the Light Skin sidepiece, getting fat and fancy off our money!
So currently I am unhappily married to Sallie Mae, but I'm do not want a divorce...I want to be a Widower...
I AM GOING TO KILL THAT BITCH LOL
Diary of a Broke Black Graduate...WHAT HOT GRITS CAN'T DO, A GUN WILL!!!
Diary of a Broke Black Graduate...WHAT HOT GRITS CAN'T DO, A GUN WILL!!!
from: http://marriedtosalliemae.wordpress.com
@trphipps
Check Out : http://ryanphipps.blogspot.com/2010/12/1st-and-15th.html
Check Out : http://ryanphipps.blogspot.com/2010/12/1st-and-15th.html
Thursday, January 6, 2011
De(a)f Poetry (JOATMON)
This is not Deaf Poetry
Words simply scrawled, typed or signed is just fore-play
They can not grab you, throw you against a wall, stare you right in your eyes and engulf you like passionate screams, uncontrollable rambles, and satisfied yet exhausted whispers
It is for those who see without seeing
But it is not for the blind
Braille fails to raise my words from hands to hearts
Those bumps cannot detail, the relieving inhales, exasperating exhales and Barackish pauses
Not for emphasis, but for synthesis
Nary Morse coded sentences can beep exclamation, beeeeeeeeep exhilaration or beep-frustration...
It's stanza-ed it's scripted
It's random, it's rhythmic
It rhymes, it's written,
It's read, yet illustrates unfathomable pictures
This is not Def Poetry
The cadence isn't chained, enslavement to whats on stations
It's not at all just for audio
75 percent of language is inaudible
Its Pentecostal
So you will mishear if your tongue is from what my body do
No incense, bare-feet, dreads and dashikis
You don't need to have only watched B.E.T.V
My flow is water....colorless
A robust, tasteless, fulfilling, insatiable treasure hidden in front of your eyes for you to discover it
This is not Deaf Poetry
This is not Def Poetry
But this is DEFINABLY, DEFENSIBLY, DEFIANTLY
Yea...this is definitely poetry
Jack of All Trades...Master of None
TRPastiche
@TRPhipps
TRPoetry
Words simply scrawled, typed or signed is just fore-play
They can not grab you, throw you against a wall, stare you right in your eyes and engulf you like passionate screams, uncontrollable rambles, and satisfied yet exhausted whispers
It is for those who see without seeing
But it is not for the blind
Braille fails to raise my words from hands to hearts
Those bumps cannot detail, the relieving inhales, exasperating exhales and Barackish pauses
Not for emphasis, but for synthesis
Nary Morse coded sentences can beep exclamation, beeeeeeeeep exhilaration or beep-frustration...
It's stanza-ed it's scripted
It's random, it's rhythmic
It rhymes, it's written,
It's read, yet illustrates unfathomable pictures
This is not Def Poetry
The cadence isn't chained, enslavement to whats on stations
It's not at all just for audio
75 percent of language is inaudible
Its Pentecostal
So you will mishear if your tongue is from what my body do
No incense, bare-feet, dreads and dashikis
You don't need to have only watched B.E.T.V
My flow is water....colorless
A robust, tasteless, fulfilling, insatiable treasure hidden in front of your eyes for you to discover it
This is not Deaf Poetry
This is not Def Poetry
But this is DEFINABLY, DEFENSIBLY, DEFIANTLY
Yea...this is definitely poetry
Jack of All Trades...Master of None
TRPastiche
@TRPhipps
TRPoetry
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